[(A/N): This story was requests by jtprime
If you'd like to suggest a short story, go ahead. Thank you for the suggestion, jtprime

3rd Person P.O.V

Arcee ran down the bridge, away from the battle. Gunshots rang out behind her as she ran, barely skimming past the vigorous blasts. She made it to the end of the bridge, slowing to a jog.

Bringing a servo up to her audio receptor, she activated her comm unit.
"So, you finally made it outa there?", Came a mechs voice.
"You're not to bright yourself, Tailgate," Arcee snickers.
"So, what happened out there anyways? You weren't answering my comms."
"I'll give you the rundown at base," Arcee began into a sprint, dodging obsticals, ducking, and rolling.
"Right. See ya there."

"Yeah, see ya-AGH, MMPH!" Arcee's screams were muffled as a web-like rope was flung at her dermas, the sticky substance creating an uncomfortable feeling around her facial plates.
The substance trapped her body in a cocoon, restricting her movements.

The bot who shot the webs slowly walked up, chuckling. "Helpless. I love it...", the femme smirked, raising a servo and punching Arcee in the helm, knocking her out cold.