Raptor, Raptor do you copy? We have your visual. Green smoke is the mark. Provide air...

USAF Master Sgt. Epps: [radioing to a lone F-22 flying overhead] Raptor, Raptor do you copy? We have your visual. Green smoke is the mark. Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction. [guided by the smoke, the F-22 heads for the group, but there's no answer... ] Ironhide: [transforms] It's Starscream! USAF Master Sgt. Epps: Please tell me you copy... Ironhide: Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee...! [With Bumblebee's help, Ironhide grabs a van and lift it up as a shield as the Raptor comes closer] Captain Lennox: No, no, no, no... MOVE! Ironhide: Back up! Back up! Captain Lennox: RETREAT! FALL BACK! Ironhide: INCOMING! [the Raptor strafes the ground, blowing up the truck and blasting everyone to the ground] Captain Lennox: What the hell was that? USAF Master Sgt. Epps: What are you talking about? Captain Lennox: What do you mean, what am I talking about? They shot at us! USAF Master Sgt. Epps: F-22 pilots would never fly below buildings! That's alien... that ain't friendly!