It was more luck than skill that had Cliffjumper spot the probable origin of those wheel tracks as the sun winked off blue and white armour in a reflexion that made Cliffjumper look up from the ground.

Optics flickering, Cliffjumper stopped where he was, standing in the shadow of a huge, old tree and slowly frowned. He thought the tracks had been familiar - not that he knew Mirage's wheel pattern by sight, of course!

And what the slag was the mech doing?

Lips setting in a thin line, Cliffjumper eyed their surroundings, backtracked a little, and slowly worked himself up and around Mirage, to get a better view than below and behind.