Grid Sweep

You told me to locate Optimus Prime across the city, so I moved out to the exterior perimeter rail to begin a systematic scan. Night had settled over the district, turning distant traffic into moving red and white optical trails. I knelt along the flat metal railing, bracing against the crossbar to steady my targeting optics. I swept the street sectors below block by block, watching for any heavy frame with a signature red-and-blue chassis. While several freight haulers crossed the southern intersection, none matched his structural proportions. My search grid remains active, and I have marked three primary transit corridors for continuous observation.