Chapter 1-Secret Planning Book
By: Shadow
"Whaddya want?" groaned Cyfice. "I was working on this book..."
Rattrap shook the coyote-like robot hard.
"The Predacons. They're searching the place! Follow me."
Doing as he was told, Cyfice looked around. He hated to leave secret planning book behind. Anyone could find it -- even a Predacon
"Hey Ratface! I'll be right back!" Without hesitation he ran back into his room -- only to find it was full of Predacons. "Stupid Preds." Giving his tail a thwak against the wall, he watching silently. His tail opened to reveil grenades. Tossing one into the hall, he moved closer to his bed. If he could get close enough, he could snatch the book in time to see the Preds blow up. On the other hand, the grenade would cause a distraction so he could grab the book and run off.
The grenade should of blown up by now...
In one minute, the floor in the hall was all full of Predacons.
There are no more Preds left. I can make a run for it in 3...2...1...
Scampering across the floor, he tripped. He looked around. There was a hand hanging onto his leg. He tried squirming to get it off. It was no use. It was connected to a body.
"Brother. Why'd you blow me up? I was... coming... to... help..."
"Man! I just had to blow up another Maximal, didn't I? I ought to drag him on my back."
"Yesssss!"
Cyfice took off again, but slower than before. The snake like body on his back slowed him down. It was too heavy. But eventually they reached Rattrap. Behind him was Cheetor.
"What took you so long? I heard the explosion and..."
"Who is that on your back?" Cheetor asked.
"Someone in the rubble. He said he was a Maximal." Cyfice said. "I'm proud that I saved our own kind."
"You mean you sssssaved our own kind. Thankssss for covering." The Predacon slithered away.
"I'm sorry... I d-d-didn't know." Cyfice stuttered. "I-I'm new."
"Hey, kid. You are, and I don't blame you for trying to save what you thought was your own kind. What did you go back there for anyways?" Rattrap asked. Looking around, he said, "I mean, we can never be too connected!"
"And that means...?" Cheetor asked.
"Never mind. Let me see that!" Rattrap said as soon as Cyfice got out the folder containing the book. Cyfice looked nervous as he gave Rattrap the folder. He didn't know if they would like his ideas. Rattrap opened the folder to see two pieces of paper. Taking out the one on top and unfolding it, he saw what was scribbled on it.
Dear Cyfice,
Good job on getting that stupid info! We could use it! There's our plan to take over on that other sheet. Sweet dreams.
Signed,
Tarantulas
Opening up the other piece of paper, Rattrap glanced at Cheetor. It was one of Cyfice's ideas to defeat the Predacons! But it had a big red blotch on the back that said 'Tarantulas'.
"Traitor!" hissed Rattrap. "Traitor!" Cheetor was already running to get Optimus. Rattrap just stayed in case the Coyote decided to run away.
