He needed to disappear for one little fact, his arms were carrying a stolen piece of equipment from a technology company that supplied the auto-troopers and elite guard with their computers and whatnot, and while Subwoofer didn't know what the component in his hands did exactly, he knew he had been ordered to get in, steal it, then get out with his body parts intact. And for the most part his job had gone well, that was up until he had the equipment in his hands and was fleeing and the autobot guards had spotted him. But he had escaped with all of his limbs, though scorch marks now adorned his chest, shoulders, and hips, much to his sore displeasure. But it had gone well enough, he'd spent a few joors spinning in circles and running helter skelter through the various tunnels leading him to the underground, all just to make sure that he wouldn't be followed. That would have been a terribly bad thing to happen after all, if he was followed Subwoofer was sure Bombadier would have him reduced to scrap in less than a nanoclick.
But he was alright now, ahead of schedule, so he started to hum a small tune in the back of his vox and put a lit energon stick in his mouth, he'd done a good job today, he could take the small moment to celebrate at least.

