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On one hand Simmons didn't know if he was awake or dreaming, but on the other hand, the very really presence of that towering alien mechiod - NBE something - was all to real. As was the human standing before him.

Only problem was that it looked a little to much like Adam Gontier from Three Days Grace in a police uniform. And he looked pissed. Well, the robot looked pissed as well, but that was beside the point, He was more focused on the human-that-didn't-really-look-like-a-human. His brain wasn't working that well right now, no thanks to the fact that the alley way was cold as hell and shock had sort of set in. Funny how cold and shock combined to make it very hard to think what was real. Only he was sure the black and white mech was very real.

"Where is he?"

That voice sounded so wrong coming from the was it the mechoid speaking and the human-things' mouth moving?

"I don't know what you mean."

"Frenzy."

A blank look was all that answered the mechoid/human-thing's statement. It gave a sigh, and a small red looking thing ejected from the chest area. It unfolded, bright red optic's looking around before focusing on the starting-to-freak human. For Simmons, this was nothing like being under that giant monstrous things balls in Egypt. Plus, it was starting to get freezing out on the poorly lit alley way..

And .. Oh. fuck. The red one looked like the silver one.

"That thing? The silver thing like it?" Simmons pointed to the red spindly looking mech. "I-It was left back at the lab which you lot exploded!"

A twitch from the black and white - Why hadn't he learnt their names or TRUSTED that Wictkity kid - and the red one moved forward, chittering in its language. The police cruiser replied in the same tongue and Simmons swore he felt he felt his blood run colder than it already was. And it did as the mech folded down into the shape of a police car. His eyes bugged out as the human vanished and finally a name clicked.

Barricade.

He was dealing with, in Sam's words, the meanest cop ever.

"S-Soundwave... Is ta be wanting ta speak with ya, 'uman." The red mech spoke with a punk like attitude – that he must have downloaded from the webs- and Barricades' door flipped open.

"Get in, fleshbag."