As the Decepticons' presence on Earth became more and more clear to the public, people were in a panic. Some abandoned their homes to find a safe haven from whatever was destroying their world. But that did them little good. By January of 2011, the Decepticons' wrath had had spread to every continent of the world. In this time of mass destruction, Autobots had become extremely exhausted in their constant battles against the uprising Decepticons. But no Autobot ever complained or questioned their leader, despite how rundown on luck they felt. The Autobots and NEST soldiers kept their heads up and vowed to endure till the end, no matter what the circumstances. One human in particular, did not intend on enduring the Decepticons much longer. He designed a plan, gathered some followers, set up their base of operations, and within a month or two they officially posed as an organization and a threat. A threat to any Cybertronian that rolled the streets, surfed the seas, or soared the skies. Regardless of Autobot or Decepticon faction, MONEE as they were called (Mission Of Nonbiological Extraterrestrial Extermination), were set to rid the Earth of its invaders. Even if it meant taking out Earth's protectors as well.
Sam Witwicky's apartment was surprisingly quiet when Sam came home. It'd been a long day of job interview after job interview. With little success, Sam decided to quit for the day and head home. As was said before, it was quiet when Sam stepped inside the door. He hadn't heard the glorious sound of silence in so long. Since Wheelie invited himself into Sam's apartment, it'd been nothing but noise, noise, noise! Let's just say Wheelie was having a little difficulty adjusting to Sam's rules. Every time Sam turned around, he had another reason to scold Wheelie. "Wheelie, that's not a toy." "Wheelie that door is closed for a reason!" "You're not allowed in that room or that room. You just lost your privileges to that room!" "Wheelie! Don't touch that!" And the list continues. Sometimes Wheelie's curiosity and attitude combined was enough to make Sam want to scream. So to come home to a silent house was quite a surprise for Sam. He enjoyed the peace and quiet for about two minutes, and then he came to a conclusion. This wasn't right. Something had to be wrong. Sam ran a quick search over the apartment. Not a single sign of Wheelie anywhere. He considered consulting Bumblebee about it and maybe going to look for the lost drone. But with Sam's tired body begging him for rest, Sam shrugged and went straight for bed. 'Wheelie'll turn up in the morning.' He thought.
A couple blocks away, Wheelie was anything but lost. While taking a joy ride along the sidewalk, Wheelie paid close attention to street signs and landmarks. Not that he planned on going anywhere in particular. Just so he'd know the way back from his adventure. Wheelie was only out to see the sights and to stretch his wheels out. Sam kept him cooped up all day and he'd been looking forward to his escape all night. Its no wonder he got into trouble back at the apartment. He was so anxious to get outside that he was literally knawing at the door hinges to get out. Wheelie wondered though, if Sam would ever let him leave the house again after this. 'Oh, who cares what he thinks? Primus knows I don't! His house? His rules? Fine! My night! My freedom! My rules!' Wheelie thought. Just as he said this, he noticed the sun had completely set, and now he didn't even have his shadow to keep him company. For the slightest moment he almost felt a little scared. Wheelie shook the feeling off, but he still had another bad feeling nagging at him. Something inside him told him to turn around.
Without warning, a metal cage dropped down on Wheelie and a hand locked him in! Even with advanced Cybertronian reflexes, Wheelie could only react fast enough to duck his head! The sudden movement was too swift for him to process! The latch on the cage was firmly locked before Wheelie could even wonder what was happening to him. He didn't even have time to scream. Wheelie was thrown to the back of the cage and had his face down. When his processor confirmed he'd been trapped, he set into full alert panic mode! What being could capture him that fast? It couldn't have been a Decepticon, or else he would have detected their spark signature. Wheelie looked up and out through the metal bars. Who he saw as his captors made him fall to his knees. He felt such a shock of fear, confusion, and betrayal that he could hardly will himself to stand up! But when anger set in, he forced himself to stand and pound his fist against the bars. "HEY! Let me out of this!" Wheelie demanded. "You got the wrong mech! I ain't a Decepticon!" He tried to reason, but that only earned him light chuckling from the captors. That's what got to Wheelie. If there was one thing he couldn't tolerate, it was being laughed at. And his captors laughing at him, while he was restricted inside a cage, did not make him happy one bit! "YOU GLITCHING AFT! YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? JUST WAIT TILL I GET OUTTA HERE AND SLAG YOU OFFLINE! THEN TELL ME WHO'LL BE LAUGHING?" Wheelie screamed. After that he went totally berserk! He banged on the cage like a wild animal, screamed and hollered!
His captors grew quickly annoyed with all the commotion Wheelie was making. Another hand reached inside the cage. (Wheelie was so tempted to bite it!) With unimaginable speed, the hand grabbed Wheelie by the scruff bar on his neck and hoisted him up. No sooner had he left the cage, had he been thrown into another one. The forceful toss caused him to slam his head against the cage wall. Before the cage door was shut and locked, a hand holding a small human device thrusted the device to Wheelie's chest! It sent electrical pulses painfully surging through Wheelie's tiny and fragile body! "AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Wheelie screamed. He was even tempted to cry. Anything to make the pain stop! But Wheelie couldn't cry now. He was at the mercy of these sentient beings who had no intention of showing him any sympathy. His best chance of staying online was to show as little weakness as possible. Though that was becoming a challenge. As the torture went on, Wheelie's chest throbbed in agonizing pain! He didn't know how much more he could take! Suddenly the device pulled away and the electrical pulses finally ceased. Wheelie laid down in defeat and was knocked out cold within seconds. His body shut down into emergency stasis lock. The cage was lifted into a vehicle's trunk. The captors drove away from the scene while debating on what to do next now that the specimen was quiet.
Sometime later in the night, while they were still driving, Wheelie woke up in his cage. His body was still very sore from the abuse he'd endured. Warnings flashed inside his processor saying he was still in need of recharge. But Wheelie ignored the warnings and searched through his contact list and found Bumblebee. Wheelie was on the verge of slipping into recharge but barely got a message out. Bumblebee was rudely awakened by the sound of Wheelie's voice. It was shaky and weak. "Bumblebee. Humans did this." Wheelie cried. "Humans did this!" Bumblebee never got the chance to ask any questions because, right after Wheelie spoke, the connection went dead between the two and Bumblebee lost Wheelie's signal. Wheelie gave into his systems' warnings and was consumed in unpleasant sleep.