Author's Note: This my own interpretation of the upcoming Transformers Movie, created by Michael Bay, Steven Spielberg, Robert Orci, Alex Kurtzman, Tom DeSanto and Don Murphy. I do not own Transformers, any of its characters or the movie. It is all copyright to Hasbro, etc. I only own this story and also the Decepticon Wildfire. When the Transformers speak in Cybertronian, it will be translated as English.
Autobots
Optimus Prime: Autobot Commander, vehicle mode is a Peterbilt semi-truck.
Bumblebee: Autobot Recon, vehicle mode is a Chevrolet Camaro 1975/2009.
Ironhide: Autobot Weapons Specialist, vehicle mode is a GMC Topkick pickup truck.
Jazz: Autobot Lieutenant, vehicle mode is a Pontiac Solstice.
Ratchet: Autobot Medical Officer, vehicle mode is a Search & Rescue vehicle.
Decepticons
Megatron: Decepticon Commander, vehicle mode is a Cybertronian stealth bomber.
Starscream: Decepticon Air Commander, vehicle mode is an F-22 Raptor jet fighter.
Brawl: Decepticon Ground Assault, vehicle mode is an armoured tank.
Bonecrusher: Decepticon Demolitions, vehicle mode is a military mine-clearer.
Barricade: Decepticon Hunter, vehicle mode is a Ford Mustang police car.
Frenzy: Decepticon Spy, vehicle mode is a CD Player.
Scorponok: Decepticon Assault Expert, beast mode is a mechanical scorpion.
Blackout: Decepticon Aerial Attack, vehicle mode is a MH-53 Pave Low chopper.
Wildfire: Decepticon Infiltrator, vehicle mode is a classic hotrod.
Prologue
One million years before the first man walked the Earth, in a distant solar system, a lifeforce called the Allspark, its origins unknown, created life on the planet called Cybertron. The mechanical species it created lived in harmony for many years, until the half-ruler of the planet and leader of Decepticons grew greedy and attempted to conquer the planet. The Autobots fought until the planet was awash by the ravages of war, leaving countless dead. And then, the Allspark launched itself into the limitless stars, going into refuge until the war ended. Unfortunately, without its presence, Cybertron would surely collapse and fade away. The surviving Autobots scattered across the galaxy as the Decepticons flooded over Cybertron. They searched the deserts of time and space in search of the precious Allspark, before the evil Decepticons could obtain it. But as fate would have it, they were too late and the Decepticon leader was drawn to a small blue planet named Earth…
The Arctic Circle, September 17th, 1897
A rusting, old, exploration ship was stuck in a frozen part of the inner Arctic Circle, completely surrounded by ice. The ship, appropriately named The Tundra set off from Canada almost two weeks ago, and had taken a wrong turn and now was uselessly trapped inside a thick sheet of ice. Captain Archibald Witwicky, leader of the crew, stood alone on the side of the deck, watching his fellow crew members run about hysterically in an attempt to get the ship free from its icy prison. Witwicky was approached by his first mate, Ishmael.
"Captain, we're trying to get the ship out of the ice but it's just no use," he said sadly. "I think we might be stuck here for some time."
"Damn! We are two days behind schedule already and should be meeting our friends from England soon!" cried Witwicky, thumping a fist against a hanging icicle above him.
Just then, one of the dogs onboard the immobile vessel pricked up its ears, whimpered quickly and then started barking loudly. Witwicky ignored it until three more dogs started barking automatically. He and Ishmael turned to the barking canines, one leaping up onto the bar surrounding the deck's edge, looking out towards the distance that was as white as a dove's feathers.
"What's got into them?" asked Witwicky.
"Perhaps Santa Clause has come to pay a visit," laughed Ishmael but saw his captain was not laughing.
Suddenly, the dog standing on two legs leapt up and over the beam, and down onto the frozen river. Witwicky and Ishmael rushed to the edge as the dog raced across the river towards a tall block of ice. Sailors strained to keep the other dogs from doing the exact same thing.
"We had better go and get that mongrel," advised Ishmael. "With a temperature this cold, it could die."
"Agreed on that, Ishmael," said Witwicky, heading into his cabin to grab a fur coat and a pair of goggles. "I'm not losing any crew member on this mission, whether man or dog."
Soon, Archibald, Ishmael, and two other sailors headed out with the other dogs to get the rebel and also find out what the animals were barking at. Heading towards a large glacier, the men spied the rebel dog scratching away at the glacier with its paws rapidly. Archibald strolled over to the dog and pulled away from the glacier, the canine fighting back until it was put on a leash and restrained. Archibald, curious by the glacier the dog was scratching act, pulled out a pickaxe and started hammering away at the ice sheet.
"What are you doing?" asked Ishmael.
"Might as well see what that dog was scratching at," said Archibald.
Archibald continued chipping away at the ice, until suddenly he paused and heard a large crack. Within seconds, the entire glacier was covered in cracks, which spread several yards around the group. Everyone backed off and the dogs started barking, as the huge glacier before them shattered and fell to pieces. When everything seemed quiet, the men and dogs stared up at the remains of the glacier. Everyone still on the ship too had stopped what they were doing and stared in awe at the glacier.
Frozen in the ice was a giant mechanical creature, almost the length of the entire boat. It was huge and rusty silver in colour and most of its body appeared to be covered in some sort of armour. Archibald stared at the mechanical creature's face which appeared to be paralyzed in the expression of an angered scream. As Archibald bravely took a step forward, a strange beeping noise echoed out from the frozen giant and a strange red laser shot out of its eyes and nearly hit Archibald, knocking down, his glasses flying off into the snow. Archibald looked on as the laser scanned something into his glasses, something that resembled a map. The laser vanished and everything went silent.
Archibald stood up and approached his glasses. He scooped them up and examined them. There was nothing on them, nothing that he could see anything.
"Captain, what is this thing?" asked a quivering Ishmael.
"I do not know," said Archibald, staring back cynically at the giant mechanical monster frozen away. "But we need to get our radio working. The government is going to need to know about this…"
"But is it dangerous?" asked Ishmael.
"In this condition, and its current predicament, it doesn't appear to be," said Archibald. "But if it is…then may the lord have mercy on our souls."
TRANSFORMERS
Chapter 1: More Than Meets the Eye
Qatar, the Middle East, June 30th, 2007
A pair of CV-22 Osprey choppers soared quickly over the sandy dunes of the Qatarian Desert, returning from Baghdad with troops towards the Soccent Ford Operations Base. Some of the soldiers had lost limbs, eyes, hearing, and were in pretty bad conditions while others were in good shape. Sitting in one of the seats was Captain Will Lennox, an air force combat controller and his friend, Warrant Officer Jorge Figueroa. The two had taken part for two months in the rioting in Baghdad and after bloodshed, loss of friends and night after night of gunfire and bombings, they were finally returning home to America. Other soldiers went lamenting their experiences and equally looked forward to returning home.
"Man, I'm glad we're finally getting out here," said one soldier. "I can finally get to watch the baseball season at Fenway Park!"
"And I can spend time with my mother and eat her alligator steaks once again," said Fig cheerfully.
"What I want to see most of all when I get home is Sarah…" said Lennox. "And my new kid."
"You never told us, Will," said Fig. "Was it a boy or girl?"
"It was a girl," said Lennox sweetly. "Sarah called her Chloe after my sister."
"Ha! Looks like you're gonna be a good father," said Fig proudly.
"Speaking of father, Fig," said Lennox, turning to his companion. "I was wondering, since you've done a lot for my family, if you'd like to me my daughter's godfather?"
This request hit Fig fall force that he almost fell out of his chair in shock. He sat back up and a large smile appeared on his face.
"I would be honoured Will," replied Fig.
"Brilliant!" cried Lennox and several soldiers in the chopper applauded.
"Gentlemen, we're approaching the base," called a pilot from the cockpit. "The landing could be a bit bumpy; this chopper has been flown for nearly three months."
Everybody cheered as they saw the base come into view. One the runways of the airbase, a young Arabian boy named Mahfouz stood by a watch tower. He then looked up and saw the two helicopters in the distance. Smiling cheerfully, he ran over to a radio box and picked up the communicator.
"Mahfouz to control tower, come in?" he spoke in an Arabian accent.
"Control tower here, what is it this time Mahfouz?" asked a grumpy man on the lien. "Are aliens attacking?"
"No, the two helicopters carrying Captain Lennox and his men are approaching from the North East," said Mahfouz and he heard the man down the line cheer.
"That's excellent, I'm sending out Epps and Donnelly out to greet them," said the man. "Go with them if you want too."
"Yes sir," said Mahfouz and hung up the radio before rushing off to see the landing aircraft.
As he ran across the runway to meet the incoming choppers, he was joined by a black bald man, Staff Sergeant Epps and an Irish-American man with wild blonde hair, Sergeant First Class Donnelly.
"Hey there boy, you coming to meet and greet our pals?" asked Epps in a deep Brooklyn accent.
"Yes, sergeant," replied Mahfouz, saluting his two friends.
"Well we better clear the runway, otherwise we're gonna be sliced by the choppers," said Donnelly.
The three moved to the right as the two helicopters flew into view, the sunset behind them making it look like some sort of magnificent pair of flying birds. The two helicopters touched down and out of one of them came Lennox and Fig. Lennox was immediately given a large warm handshake by Mahfouz.
"Welcome back Captain!" cried Mahfouz joyfully.
"Hey kid," said Lennox happily, reaching inside his jacket pocket and handing his young friend a chocolate bar.
"Hey, Lennox, what's up man?" asked Epps, high-fiving his commanding officer.
"Hey fellas," said Fig as he shook Donnelly's hand. "We're finally done here, and can go home soon."
"Oh, yeah baby!" cried Epps and gave Fig a man hug.
"Now if you excuse me, I've got to give my wife and new kid a call," said Lennox and dumping his equipment on the floor and quickly dashing off to find the nearest phone booth.
"He had his kid then?" asked Epps.
"Yep, it was a girl and they named her Chloe. And he asked if I'd like to be her godfather," said Fig.
"Wait to go man!" said Epps and patted Fig on the back as several other soldiers surrounded him and applauded.
"Yep, nothing can go wrong," said Donnelly with a smile, turning to Mahfouz.
…
Unbeknownst to hardly anybody on the base, their fates were about to be sealed in a few minutes. In the control tower of the Soccent Operations Base, a radar operator in the main control tower spotted a blip on his radar screen.
"General Banachek, sir, I've got a bogey," said the operator.
"That is disgusting, get yourself a tissue, Kimsey," said Lt. General Banachek, approaching the operator.
"No sir, I mean a bogey on the monitor," said the operator.
Banachek looked at his colleague for a brief second with concern and marched over to the radar screen. Sure enough, there was a green blip on the screen, disappearing and reappearing and coming closer to the icon representing the base.
"How long to the target's arrival?" asked Banachek sternly.
"About a minute and a half," said the operator.
The two looked out towards the horizon as the sun quickly set, creating a dark aura in the sky. As the seconds passed, a man shouted out suddenly and pointed into the distance. Banachek follows his finger and saw something flying over a large dune towards the base. At first he didn't recognised what it was and then did.
It was a large black MH-53 Pave Low military helicopter, flying at a fast speed over the desert towards the base. Banachek stared suspiciously at it as it drew nearer.
"Sir, what should be do?" asked the operator.
Banachek acknowledged his question and approached a radio device. Pressing several buttons he activated the chopper's radio wave.
"This Lt. General Banachek of the United States Airforce, please identify yourself," said Banachek into the radio, but no answer came, only static. "Repeat, please identify yourself."
Still there was no answer. Banachek scratched his head and looked out as the helicopter continued to advance, it rotors a blur. He then turned to another man who quickly departed. In less then a minute, a pair of F-22 Raptor jets flew off the landing fields and went out to meet the helicopter.
As one of the jets drew nearer to the helicopter, the pilot turned the aircraft around so he could read the helicopter's tail number. He was amazed when he read it.
"F-22 to base, you're not going to be believe what the tail number is," the pilot said in awe.
"What is it?" asked Banachek on the radio.
"The tail number is X4000," replied the pilot.
Shocked murmuring erupted in the control tower. Banachek turned to another operator who knew what he had to do and opened a file containing a list of Pave Low choppers in the Airforce.
"MH-53 X4000, it was shot down almost three months ago in Saudi Arabia!" cried the operator.
"What?!" cried Banachek, staring out as the helicopter came close to landing.
Outside, many people were watching as the helicopter descended upon the base, its large rotors whirring loudly. Lennox wasn't paying attention much as he was on a video phone to his wife Sarah and new born daughter Chloe. However, his attention was caught when the chopper finally landed and many soldiers armed with guns surrounded the helicopter, as did a large amount of trucks.
"MH-53 pilot, power down now!" cried Banachek on a megaphone from inside the tower. "Have your crew step out…or we will kill you!"
The soldiers loaded their guns and all aimed at the helicopter, fingers on triggers. And that's when it happened. Banachek stared directly at the moustached pilot of the helicopter, their eyes fixed. And then suddenly, the pilot seemed to flicker like a bad television screen and vanished in the blink of an eye. Banachek literally did a major doubletake and stared transfixed at where the pilot once was.
Then a loud eerie noise came from somewhere within the helicopter. It sounded mechanical like a bat's scream mixed with a can opener, and the noise almost sounded like a screech. Then what happened next sent Banachek and everyone in the base round the twist.
All of the lights in the control tower went out, followed by the radar systems, the radio communications, computers and all electronic equipment. The powercut spread through the base in the drop of a hat, like a plague of short circuits, cutting off Lennox's call also. The next thing that happened was both amazing and terrifying.
The rotors on top of the chopper suddenly stopped spinning and swept backwards from their stationary immobile positions and disappearing into the turret they extended from. Then, the helicopter started folding in on itself and changing into something new. The entire back section split into four pieces, two moving underneath the cockpit and hoisting it upwards, transforming into what looked like legs. The other two pieces attached to the back of the raised cockpit moved to the sides and created arm-like structures and the rotor turret and tailgate flew back and behind the changing helicopter, the rotors appearing again but slanted backwards. Finally, a strangely shaped object appeared out of the top of the helicopter, a pair of red eyes glowing brightly.
Towering over the base, where once a military helicopter once stood, was now a giant 40-foot high black robot, its red eyes burning with anger and hatred. Its body was huge and armoured all over, a strange symbol on its chest, resembling its own head. Everyone on the base stood frozen in horror at the giant mechanical monster standing over them. As if on cue, the rally of armed soldiers up front opened fire on the robot, bulleting practically bouncing off its armour as it stood silently, staring directly at the control tower. General Banachek seemed to know what was coming.
"My god…" he said, both at the sight of the robot and what was about to happen.
As if knowing what Banachek was thinking, the giant robot shrieked again, even louder than before. Its two arms suddenly morphed into a pair of giant gun turrets and opened fire. The results were devastating. Trucks were blown up, sent on fire and sent spinning through the air, crashing down on the ground and other vehicles in a fiery explosion. Chaos almost instantly erupted on the base, soldiers and others running about in a frenzy, getting to safety or fighting against the robot in a futile attempt to bring it down. The robot launched missiles and weird energy blasts upon the trucks and tanks around it. Banachek watched in horror as fireballs soared by the control tower and slammed into parts of the base with amazing force.
"We need to reset the power grid so we can send a distress call!" cried Banachek.
"It's no good, sir," said the radar operator. "It's like the entire power has been sucked out!"
"Send out all vehicles and soldiers to take down this thing!" ordered Banachek.
Lennox raced across the compound, grabbing a hiding Mahfouz along the way before heading out across the airfields that were not receiving much damage, to find Fig, Epps, Donnelly and various other soldiers in Lennox's unit, hiding upon a large field full of parked tanks.
"What the hell is this thing?!" cried Epps loudly.
"Whatever it is…I doubt terrorists are behind this!" said Donnelly.
"What did you say about nothing could go wrong?" asked Mahfouz and Donnelly glared at him.
"LOOK OUT!" screamed a soldier as a flaming tank came flying out of the sky and crashlanded on a nearby tank.
Lennox and his men scampered away as three more flaming tanks were thrown across the base by the rampaging robot, two smashing into other tanks and the third bouncing across the ground as if it were a beachball. Seeing no other option, Lennox headed for the desert.
"Where are you going?" asked Fig as Lennox headed out into the dark.
"That thing isn't gonna follow us out into the desert!" cried Lennox.
"How do you know?" asked Epps angrily.
"I think it's a little busy blasting the base to pieces!" shouted Lennox.
"Captain Lennox, sir, my father is in the nearby village that was built near the base," said Mahfouz.
"Where is the village?" asked Lennox.
"It is directly south from here!" cried Mahfouz.
"Great, you lead the way," said Lennox, pulling Mahfouz in front of him and the group decided to risk it and race out into the desert, several other soldiers following.
However, the robot spotted the soldiers fleeing out into the wilderness but instead of chasing after them, it continued to fire upon the base, destroying a row of cargo planes with a single missile, the large rocket smashing through each one until it collided with an air hangar and brought the structure down.
One soldier fired a heat-seeking missile from a distance. It soared across the air and smashed into the side of the robot's shoulder. The robot just stood there, unmoved by the missile. The remains burned on its shoulder and is simply shrugged the pain off.
"Damn it all! Is there no way to bring this thing down!" asked Banachek in anger.
"Sir…something is happening!" cried the radar operator, staring out of the window.
The robot stood still and then something suddenly tumbled out of its back, falling onto the floor, resembling a large mechanical ball before it uncurled and started scrambling about. The new creature was mechanical too and within seconds is started digging a hole and disappeared out of sight, travelling underground.
"What was that?" asked Banachek.
"SIR, WATCH OUT!" screamed the radar operator as the robot shrieked a third time and a flaming blue missile flew from its chest and struck the ground.
A huge explosion ripped through the base, smashing parts of the base to pieces. A ripple of energy, fire and debry flew through across the base, shattering glass, flipping up vehicles and incinerating anything in its path. Banachek and all the remaining people in the tower ducked to the floor as glass, debry and pieces of metal flew into the room. Several people dropped dead, pierced by the downpour of glass. Banachek and the radar operator stood up and a loud grinding noise was heard. Looking up, Banachek could only watch in horror as the roof was ripped clean off by the robot, its eyes staring down menacingly upon the men inside. The roof was tossed away, landing on a group of rallying soldiers.
The robot's giant hand quickly reached into the tower and seized a large generator. Electricity surged from the console up into the robot's body. An image flickered on the screen of a computer and a file appeared.
Project: Ice Man – Top Secret, Sector Seven Access Only
"Cut the hardline!" cried Banachek.
The radar operator dashed to the computer and attempted to shut it down. Nothing happened as the robot had full control over the machine.
"It won't let me!" cried the radar operator, who was suddenly gunned down by the robot.
Banachek gasped in horror, and then seized an axe and chopped the wires to the console clean in two. He laughed triumphantly as the computer screen went and the robot looked at him in surprise. The robot then shrieked again and aimed a missile at Banachek.
"Bring it on!" Banachek shouted and picked up a machine gun and fired it
The robot fired. The explosion ripped the control to smithereens and the robot walked away unharmed. As Lennox and his team ran across the sand, they were thrown to the sandy ground by the blast that struck the base, incinerating it from existence. Lennox stared over to Fig and Epps in horror and quickly got up, pulling Mahfouz with him.
"Let's keep moving!" he ordered and raced across the desert, his troops following.
As Lennox and his battalion raced away, they failed to notice a large helicopter take flight and disappear into the horizon…or the strange moving sand dune following them at a slow pace.
…
Murry Bergtraum High School, Manhattan, New York City, USA, July 1st
"…and so I celebrate Independence Day this year, in memory of my great-grandfather, Archibald Witwicky," said Sam Witwicky, a 16-year old student in front of his class.
Unfortunately, not many people were really listening because the school's best football player (and the school's best jerk), Trent DeMarco was joking about as usual. However, some people like Sam's friend, Miles, and old friend Mikaela Barnes. Mr. Primal, the class's homeroom teacher, listened intriguingly to Sam's story about his great-grandfather.
"That was a wonderful history of your ancestors," cried Mr. Primal, slapping Sam on the back. "I hope at least some people in here can follow Sam's display of humility."
"Humility?" asked Trent, a smirk on his face. "Sam doesn't know the meaning of the word!"
"Do you?" challenged Mr. Primal, leaving Trent stunted and some people snickered in the class.
The bell suddenly rang hysterically and the students filed out of the class, Sam being the last to follow. Mr. Primal looked at Sam with guilt, he shouldn't have put him in a class with such an idiot. As Sam exited the classroom and closed the door, he was suddenly seized by the jacket by a red-faced Trent, his eyes burning with rage.
"What are you trying do, Witwicky?" hissed Trent through clenched teeth. "Trying to embarrass me?"
"Why bother, Trent. You do that yourself," said Sam with a half-smile, causing Trent to growl at him and throw back his fist, ready to silence the boy.
A hand came out and seized Trent's arm. Both Sam and Trent turned in surprise to see Mikaela glaring at her boyfriend with a stern look.
"Trent," she said angrily. "Don't even think about it."
"Mikaela, he made my look like an idiot," said Trent, acting suddenly innocent.
"I don't care," said Mikaela, looking over to Sam who stared back. "And a boyfriend of mine would actually be smart enough to realise not to hit one of my friends."
Sam and Trent both stared at her stunned, then stared at eachother in unison. Trent raised an eyebrow to express confusion, Sam in return raised his eyebrows in a term of "I don't know what she is on about". Trent sighed and dropped Sam, and brushing his hair back and strode away, a flock of fangirls and boys dressed in leather, chains and shades. Mikaela shook her head and turned back to Sam.
"Are you okay Sam?" she asked.
"Well, I've had better days," replied Sam sheepishly. "But why did you stop Trent from punching me?"
"I don't like old friends getting hurt," said Mikaela. "And besides, Trent can be a real jerk at times."
"Oh…well thanks," said Sam. "I'll see you around."
And with that Sam's legs kicked in and he rocketed down the corridor out of sight, leaving Mikaela flabbergasted.
…
Outside, Sam's father, Ron "Sparkplug" Witwicky waited in a Ford Cleo. He watched humourously as Sam galloped towards the car and practically jumped in. Sam turned to see his father grinning at him.
"What?" asked Sam.
"Did you get good results?" asked Ron eagerly.
"Two B's, three C's and four A's, got a D in geography though…" said Sam and stared at his dad who looked down at him dimly. "Did I do okay?"
Ron said not a word put started the engine and drove the car away from the school and down a street. Sam sighed sadly, knowing he had let his father down. Several minutes later, Sam suddenly realised they were driving in the heart of New York's business district and Sam's face lit up like a Christmas Tree when he saw his dad heading for a car dealer's. Ron turned to his son and smirked.
"Well done, Sam," said Ron. "I guess this qualifies as your ticket to buying a car."
"Woo-hoo!" cheered Sam, as he attempted to get out of the car – with his seatbelt still on.
Ron unbuckled himself and then Sam, who tumbled out of the car. Ron laughed and helped his son up, the two strolling into the car dealer's. Sam nearly fell over again at the sight of the place. It looked like a junkyard, old cars scattered everywhere, some very rusty. A caravan stood nearby and a cheerful-looking black man appeared and with a smile approached the two.
"Ron, how's it been?" asked the man.
"Hey Bobby," said Ron, the two giving eachother a manly hug.
"Hey there Sam, you look taller," said the black man.
Sam knew Bobby Bolivia well. He and his dad had gone to high school and college together, plus he was his somewhat godfather and uncle for reasons best unexplained.
"Hey, Bob," said Sam with an embarrassed smile.
"He got good marks in school, and we're getting him a car," explained Ron.
"Really? Are you sure your not here to just brag about winning that award for your birdbath?" asked Bobby, but when Ron brought out a wallet and waved about $4000 in the dealer's face, his expression changed.
"Can Sam buy a car?" asked Ron.
"Sure!" cried Bobby, throwing out his arms ecstatically and guided Sam across the display field.
"Can I have a look around?" asked Sam.
"Sure, but don't attempt to buy the blue Porsche, that's mine!" shouted Bobby as Sam wandered off out of sight. "Hey, don't you owe me forty dollars?"
"Uh…" said Ron hesitantly. "Do I?"
"I might just let off," said Bobby. "If I can have one night with your wife!"
"NO WAY!" roared Ron, nearly attacking Bobby but he then saw the amused look on Bobby's face and he laughed gormlessly. "Oh, right, a joke."
"Who said I was joking?" asked Bobby in confusion.
…
Sam walked through the small paths of the displays. He was not very impressed with the display, most of the cars were rusty beyond repair, with doors and wheels that looked like they could wall off any moment and there was an old mini-van that looked like it could fall apart with a simple touch of the finger. As Sam walked his back to his father and Bobby, he froze suddenly and backtracked a few steps and turned to his right. Hidden down in a small alleyway which was part of Bobby's displays, was an old yellow 1974 Chevrolet Camaro.
The car was busted up greatly, the bonnet and sides of the car covered in dents and rust. The windshield was dusty from neglect and the wheels looked close to flat. A pair of black racing stripes snaked their way over the middle of the bonnet, over the roof, and ended at the back of the boot. He didn't know why but Sam had taken a liking to this busted up Camaro and circled it. Bobby and Ron appeared, Sam's father staring oddly at the car.
"That one?" asked Ron.
"Yeah, this one," said Sam, the tone of his voice finalizing his decision without protest.
"Very well," said Ron with a nod.
"I don't remember having this car here," said a confused Bobby. "But I guess the forty thousand and forty dollars will do for it."
"Forty?" asked Sam, clambering into the car's driver seat.
"Yeah, your dad here owes me forty grand!" said Bobby rather loudly.
"For what?" asked Sam, looking a little worried at the torn leather seats in the car.
"For betting that Principal Latta would get that bucket of water over his head," said Bobby.
"That was during the Ninth Grade!" stammered Ron, his face red with humiliation.
"Whatever," said Bobby angrily.
"So…can I have the car?" asked Sam.
"Sure, no problem," said Bob quickly. "You can take it, Sam, while I deal with Mr. Bigshot here. But remember, you didn't choose it, the car chose you!"
Sam acknowledged this and leapt back into the car. Looking about, he found the keys to the car hidden in the glove compartment and inserted them into the ignition. A loud gurgling noise rumbled through the car and blast of black smoke spurted out of the exhaust pipe on the back of the car. Ron and Bobby watched as the car drove away out of sight, a hubcap rolling away. Ron turned to Bobby.
"Some car," he said.
As the two broke into another argument, they failed to see an old hotrod racer drive out onto the road – with no driver at the wheel.
…
The Rand Corporation, Washington D.C.
Hundreds of cars were caught in the rush hour during the afternoon of July 1st. In a taxi was Maggie Marconi, a 28 year old, balancing a Starbucks coffee cup, her laptop and a pile of folders on her lap. Maggie looked at her watch and gasped loudly.
"Cripes, I'm late!" she cried in alarm. "You need to get a move on!"
"Lady, how many blocks is it to your job?" asked the cab driver.
"About twenty," replied Maggie impatiently.
"Well you can either run fast or just be patient," said the cab driver. "This jam should clear up in about ten minutes."
"I can't wait for ten minutes!" cried Maggie, but then a thought sprang to her mind. "But I can halve it!"
Maggie pulled her mobile phone from a coat pocket and dialled furiously at the keys, the cab driver turning to look at her in surprise. Maggie put the phone to her ear and waited for a few moments before a deep voice spoke into the phone.
"If this isn't an insanely beautiful woman, I'm hanging up!" said the voice.
"Glen, its Maggie," said Maggie.
"Oh, hey Mags. I'm just secretly playing Dungeons and Dragons on the web. I beat Trogdor the Burninator at last!" cheered the voice of African-American man, Glen Ross Dygert, aged 32.
"I still can't believe a 32 year old man would play a role-playing game!" sighed Maggie.
"I do and I'm forty-five," said the cab driver.
The glare he received from Maggie sent him reeling. Maggie rolled her eyes and returned to the phone.
"Listen Glen, I'm stuck in traffic and need to get to work. Could you possibly hack into the systems of the closest set of traffic lights and turn them all to green?" explained Maggie.
"Oh, boy! You've got to stop doing this to me Maggie!" cried Glen. "But…I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks Glen," said Maggie and turned off her phone.
She waited for a few moments and suddenly the lights up ahead all turned green. The cab driver gawped in surprise and looked into his rear view mirror. Maggie nodded with a smirk. The cab driver smirked back, straightened his cap and slammed the accelerator down. The cab's wheels revved and it sped down the clear road towards Maggie's work station. Other cabs tried to follow, but the traffic lights suddenly turned back to red and they crashed into eachother. Maggie looked out the back window and flinched.
"Whoops…" she said.
…
Several minutes on, Maggie had dashed into the building of the Rand Corporation, raced for an elevator and pressed a button to call one. As she panted heavily, two gentlemen dressed in black suits wearing sunglasses approached.
"Excuse me, are you Miss Maggie Marconi?" asked one of them.
"Yes?" asked Maggie, turning to face the two large men.
"We are from the FBI Secret Services, we need you to come with us," said the second agent gruffly.
"If this is about the traffic lights thing, I acted alone," said Maggie apologetically.
"Traffic lights?" asked the first agent suspiciously.
"Never mind," stuttered Maggie, realising this was not about her little act of self-interest.
"You'll have to tell us about this later," said the second agent, pushing Maggie along, right out of the building into a car. "Right now you must come with us."
"Wait a minute," she protested. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see soon enough," said the second agent. "When we get to the chopper."
"Chopper?" repeated Maggie in confusion.
"Yes…you see we are taking you to…" said the first agent and whispered in her ear.
"THE PENTAGON!" she cried in alarm.
The second agent smacked his face in embarrassment, as the driver was frightened by her sudden outburst and practically drove off street, nearly hitting an old woman who walloped the passing car with her handbag.
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The Pentagon, Washington D.C.
The chopper containing Maggie and her escorts landed on a field outside the Pentagon. Maggie clambered out of the chopper first and was led by her escorts inside. She was braindead to think that she was inside the Pentagon, but why was she here? She was about to find out?
As she travelled down a corridor, another man appeared with a clipboard and handed to Maggie.
"Welcome to the Pentagon, please sign this," said the man.
"What is it?" asked Maggie.
"Secrecy oath," said the first agent. "We all need it around here, even the President."
"The president is here?!" cried Maggie in surprise, after writing her signature on the parchment.
"No, but the Secretary of Defence is," said the first agent. "That's why you're here."
"Follow me, Ms. Marconi," said the man and led her into the Pentagon Briefing Room.
Many other analysts like herself were sitting around the large room, the room fit to bursting. Maggie recognised several people in the room, including the current First Lady. Maggie then spied her colleague, Professor Hedland who was waving to her. She took a seat next to him.
"Professor, what are you doing here?" asked Maggie.
"You got me, Maggie," said Hedland. "But whatever reason it is, it must all be the same for each of us."
Just then a door opened and three men entered. Maggie recognised two as the agents who brought her two the Pentagon, while the third was a surprise to her.
The third gentleman was a tall, bearded man with a stern expressing, drinking from a cup. It was the Secretary of Defence, John Keller. He had his job for several years now, thanks to his negotiating with terrorists and saving the lives and jobs of countless people.
"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. I apologise for summoning you all here on such short notice but we have an international crisis on our hands," said Keller. "Now I know what you're all thinking. Why did I call for you analysts to come here?"
The crowd murmured in puzzlement, Maggie looked on in growing concern.
"Let me get to the point," said Keller.
"Please all pay attention," said one of the agents.
"At 09:00pm, Soccent Forward Operations Base in Qatar was attacked!" bellowed Keller, causing total silence to strike the room. "According to reports, a Pave Low chopper arrived at the base shortly before the attack and we then lost contact with the base. We do not know if there are any survivors. However, shortly after we lost contact, one of our files on the presidential computer system was being downloaded by whoever attacked the base, but the hardline was cut. The only lead we have is this sound…"
Keller went quiet and a man turned on a speaker. Out of the amplifiers scattered about the room boomed out a horrific unearthly noise that sounded like some sort of mechanised screech. Everybody looked horrified when Keller turned to face them again, Maggie white as a sheet.
"That is the last thing we heard before the power went out from Soccent," said Keller. "Whatever it is, we have NASA, the FBI and the NSA trying to analyze it, find out what it is and track down its current location. And we brought you all in for extra support. In my eyes you are the best of the best, so please help us to figure out what is all is about. Thank you."
Everybody rose and started to depart, but as Maggie headed for the door, one of the agents stopped her.
"Mr. Keller would like to speak with you," he said and Maggie nearly yelped out in surprise.
Maggie nervously followed the agent down the steps towards Keller. Her heart was beating quickly. Keller was informed of who she was and he smiled kindly at her.
"Nice to meet you Maggie," he said, shaking her hand.
"A pleasure to meet you in person, sir," said Maggie. "Why did you wish to talk to me?"
"I'm told you were quite good when you worked for the NSA…until the little incident with the fire extinguisher…" Keller said. "But I'm gonna give you a second chance. When I said everyone was the best of the best, I actually meant you were the best of the best."
"Really?" asked Maggie in surprise.
"Yes," replied Keller. "Will you accept your task?"
"I will do my best, sir," said Maggie.
"Wonderful. Some of my advisors believe you are a security hazard, but I hope you can prove them wrong," said Keller and he strode away, the two agents guiding Maggie away also.
"What have I got myself into?" asked Maggie quietly.
"Welcome to reality," said the first agent.
…
Qatari Desert, Middle East, Asia
The sand dunes were silent. After the massacre and destruction of Soccent, Captain Lennox and his surviving band of soldiers trudged across the desert towards Mahfouz home village. It was taking longer than expected, as Fig had wounded his leg badly and was now being helped along by Donnelly. Lennox led the way, Mahfouz following with Epps not far behind. Lennox turned to his men.
"Okay guys, take a break briefly," said Lennox and his when either groaned or sighed.
"Fig, are you okay?" asked Lennox.
"I'm in one piece, aren't I?" replied Fig with a slight chuckle. "I'll live."
"That's a relief, if you died I'd have to find my daughter another godfather," said Lennox humorously.
"Hey!" cried Fig.
Donnelly and Epps, meanwhile, examined the recorded infrared image of the giant robot. Donnelly was the weapons expert in the team, but even he was gobsmacked by what he saw.
"I've never seen a weapons system like this in my entire career," said Donnelly.
"Forget the weapons, what the hell was it anyway? Do you think Japan is starting up again?" asked Epps to Lennox.
"No, it's probably Hasbro making weapons of mass destruction to conquer the toy market!" cried Lennox sarcastically, everyone staring at him with shock. "Sarcasm is a foreign thing to you, isn't it?"
"Moving along…I doubt Japan is behind the attack, as they usually attack in jets," said Fig. "This may sound crazy, but I don't think that thing is from this world."
"Maybe…" said Lennox, pulling out a portable satellite transmitter. "It looks like the SAT-COM's busted, so we can't get any aerial surveillance or any help."
"Great, so we're gonna die in a desert," said Epps. "Wonderful!"
Lennox stared at each of his comrades as they looked about hopelessly: Epps (who had collapsed to sand), the injured Fig, Donnelly, Stone, Thompson, Tanaka and Macintyre. He then glared and approached Epps, hurling him up onto his feet.
"Come on guys, we've got to get to Mahfouz village so we can call for help and send are information to the Pentagon," said Lennox determinedly. "Now let's get a move on."
"Yes sir!" cried the soldiers who saluted, helped up Fig and Mahfouz and quickly spread out over the nearest dunes.
"Donnelly, how much gear have we got?" asked Lennox.
Donnelly placed his sack on the ground and unzipped it.
"Let's see…are radio is busted, half of our weapons, a road flare, a penknife, cooking fuel…why we have that is beyond me…and gum," said Donnelly, looking into the bag. "Oh, and a box of cigarettes and a photo of Stone's wife…"
He eyed the photo in awe, several other soldiers crowding around and gasping. Stone marched over and snatched the photo, placing it in his jacket pocket, the soldiers groaning in disappointment. Lennox chuckled lightly, then Mahfouz ran up.
"Captain Lennox, my village is near, just over the next big hill," said Mahfouz, pointing towards a distant dune.
"Right, let's move out!" cried Lennox, leading the soldiers once again towards the village.
However, they were unaware they were being watched by a strange but giant creature from across the desert, its multiple red eyes glinting in the sunlight. Within a second, if scurried underground out of sight.
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Manhattan, New York
Sam's bedroom was actually the attic of the Witwicky House before Sam was born, but now if was a small but comfortable room. Sam was on E-Bay, checking if anyone had put up a price for any of the junk he was selling – the result, none. Groaning, he shut down his computer and quickly headed for the door. He was halted by a bark from his bed. His pet Chihuahua, Mojo, sat on the bed, looking at him with sceptical eyes.
"What?" asked Sam to the dog, who barked back. Sam rolled his eyes and departed, Mojo following.
Outside, Sam's parents were busy. June, Sam's mother, was tending to her beloved flowers while Ron was busy checking his newly built path for any signs of cracks. Sam idly wandered by, using the grass as a shortcut to his new but rusty car.
"Hey, hey, this path is supposed to be used!" cried Ron to Sam. "Do you see the grass as a walkway?"
"I can't exactly access the path when you're crawling about like Mojo kissing it," said Sam, unlocking his car with an old key. He had got the car some new wheels, attempted to fix the paint and even got the car a new radio, as the old only played classical music.
"Smart-alek…" groaned Ron.
"Just be home by ten, Sam," said June, a little busy with her flowers.
"Great, first opportunity to test out my car…and I have be home by curfew," sighed Sam, one eye open.
"Fine, by eleven," said June and Sam punched the air triumphantly.
"Brilliant!" cried Sam and he leapt into the car. One thing he had always liked about the car was the bizarre symbol on the steering wheel. It some what resembled a face. Sam figured it was some new logo for the company that developed the car.
Sam revved the engine and reversed his new car out of the driveway and took off down to road, a burst of black smoke flying out of the exhaust pipe, causing Ron and June to cough loudly.
…
Not to far away, Sam's friend, Miles sat patiently on a mailbox waiting for his friend to arrive. He heard a loud honk and looked up, seeing Sam cruising down the road – is a rusty, yellow, Chevrolet Camaro 1974 model. He stood up and approached as the car stopped beside him.
"What do you think?" asked Sam to his friend.
"Well…it's…it's…it's yellow!" cried Miles, causing Sam to frown.
"So?" asked Sam. "This is old school, a classic model."
"But it is yellow! And much did you pay for this scrapheap?" asked Miles.
The car's engine suddenly roared loudly, as if angry at being called a scrapheap. Sam was rather surprised by the vehicle's outburst, but shrugged it off.
"About four hundred dollars, and don't call it a scrapheap!" cried Sam. "Are you getting in?"
"Can I drive it?" asked Miles.
"Get in the car or hitchhike!" cried Sam, and Miles quickly dashed to the car and got in.
"But why did you get a Camaro, look at that!" cried Miles, pointing other to a Volkswagen Beetle across the street. "Now that is a beauty!"
"Just shut up and buckle up!" cried Sam, starting the engine and driving off.
…
Later, Sam and Miles drove down Fifth Avenue, and a group of students from their school were visible outside the nearby mall. Sam's eyes suddenly spied Mikaela in the crowd. Screeching on the brakes, Sam shot his car into a nearby parking space, Miles nearly shooting out of his seat.
"What in the name of giant robots did you do that for?!" cried Miles in anger, and then noticed Mikaela. "Oh…you want to spy on the she-wolf."
"No…" said Sam, half dazed at the sight that was Mikaela.
"Fine, when you're done drooling onto your steering wheel, pick up later," said Miles, getting out the car and dashing off to the nearby arcade.
"Trent, why won't you let me borrow you damn car!" cried Mikaela, catching Sam's attention.
"Babe, my mates and I are going for a ride tonight," said Trent. "Why don't you come with us?"
"I'm not going with you if you're just going to get drunk and try and molest somebody over a drive-through intercom again! Forget it!" shouted Mikaela and she stomped off down the road. "I'll walk home, or maybe catch a cab."
"Mikaela!" cried Trent angrily, but shook his head and walked off with his mates.
Sam glared angrily as Trent disappeared from sight. What kind of self-respecting, and respected guy would treat his girlfriend like that? Trent, obviously. Sam looked down the road and watched sadly as Mikaela walked further away, arms folded. Then an idea sprung to Sam's mind, he could give Mikaela a ride home. But was initially a good idea. While Sam pondered his idea, the radio suddenly blared to life and a half-heard competition was on. Sam listened with bewilderment as the radio spoke.
"Don't sit around in you're car all day, don't delay…this is an opportunity of a lifetime!" cried the man on the radio. "Do it!"
"Yes sir!" cried Sam, saluting the radio before starting up his car and driving off down the road after Mikaela. The guy on the radio was right – this was an opportunity of a lifetime.
As Mikaela walked down the street, she turned her head to see if Trent was pursuing her but saw he wasn't. Why did she ever choose such a jerk as her boyfriend. There were plenty of great guys at school, but she instead went for the athletic type. Sam Witwicky, one of her old crushes came to mind. She shook her head at the though of him.
"No…it wouldn't work…" said Mikaela to herself. "We've grown apart…but I wonder what he is doing right now."
"Hey there," said a kind voice, causing Mikaela to nearby leap twenty feet into the air. "Do you need a ride?"
Mikaela panted of shock, then looked to her left to see Sam sitting in a beaten up Chevrolet Camaro. She couldn't help burst into laughter.
"What?" asked Sam in confusion.
"You always did know how to make a weird entrance," laughed Mikaela. "What's with the car?"
"Why does everybody keep dissing my car!" cried Sam, looking as though he could rip his hair out at any given moment.
"I wasn't, I was just asking why is it so…battered?" asked Mikaela.
"It's how it was when I bought it," said Sam.
"Ever considered fixing it up?" asked Mikaela.
"I like it as it is," said Sam. "Anyway, I was just driving by and noticed your little argument with Trent – sorry if I was eavesdropping – and just wondered if you needed a ride home…"
"Well…" said Mikaela.
…
Moments later, Sam and Mikaela drove down a road in the Camaro, black exhaust fuming out of the exhaust pipe. The radio was off and the car was quiet, until Mikaela spoke up.
"I can't believe I'm here!"
"Oh, should I turn the car around?" asked Sam sadly.
"No, I mean in my current situation," said Mikaela. "Last night, Trent and his team won a game and we spent the night celebrating…well they did anyway. They got really drunk and when he was driving me home, with a bunch of screeching vultures in the back, he went and drove my car into a drive-through, attempted to molest the girl on the radio and then drove my car into the side of a police station and went off leaving me and my dad to deal with the pay-up!"
"Sounds bad," said Sam. "And you're still going out with that jerk why?"
"I don't know," said Mikaela.
Suddenly the car started to sputter violently and the engine died out. The car rolled feebly to a halt, beside a beautiful view of the sunset over the ocean, making the horizon look like a modern art masterpiece.
"Oh…shoot!" cried Sam and thumped the steering wheel, suddenly causing the radio to come on.
Barry White's "I'm Ready For Love" started playing. Sam stared over to Mikaela in total embarrassment.
"I am so sorry," said Sam, switching off the radio. "You were right, I should have got it fixed up!"
"Let me take a look…" said Mikaela, who now stood at the front of the car and popped up the hood, surprising Sam. "Wow! This baby has an aluminium stoker block engine! It's used in racing cars!"
"How do you know that?" asked Sam in amazement.
"Dad has been working in a garage for five years, and has become a crazy grease monkey," said Mikaela. "I just learnt some stuff by listening."
"Oh, so you're smart, funny and a mechanical-whizz!" cried Sam. "I can see why we were friends in kindergarten."
"Yeah…" said Mikaela, but her voice tailed away, not really wanting to bring back memories.
"Anyway, what's with the car?" asked Sam.
"Nothing. It should be working just fine," said Mikaela.
Curious, Sam turned the ignition but nothing happened, the engine just groaned loudly, until a giant blast of black smoke burst out of the engine into Mikaela's face. She coughed and waved away the smoke, before slamming the hood down. Her watch suddenly beeped loudly, and Mikaela almost screamed in despair.
"Damn! I'm supposed to be helping Dad fix his car radiator," said Mikaela. "I better run, it will take less time. Thanks for the ride, Sam."
Mikaela was about to run when the engine suddenly roared loudly and the radio turned on. The song "Baby Come Back" started playing. Mikaela stopped in her tracks and turned around, staring suspiciously at the car and then Sam, who looked as confused as she did.
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Two minutes on, Sam's little Chevrolet Camaro came to a halt outside Mikaela's house. It was getting dark now and Mikaela didn't really want to be around when the freaks came out to play. She quickly got out of the car and smiled at Sam, very grateful for his help.
"Thanks, Sam," she said kindly.
"Anytime," he replied with a smile.
Mikaela nodded and began to walk towards the front door. Sam was about to leave, when Mikaela unexpectedly turned.
"We've grown apart, haven't we?" she asked, almost guilty.
"No," replied Sam, astonishing Mikaela. "We've just grown up and gone different ways."
"Right," said Mikaela. "See you around, Sam."
And with that Mikaela was gone, disappearing into her house. Sam breathed a sight of relief and then turned to face his car with a menacing expression.
"You ever mess up like that again, and you're going into the scrapheap!" cried Sam and drove his car off. "And I've got to get that radio fixed."
…
Virginia Airspace, USA
A majestic 747 aeroplane soared across the skies of Virginia, the jet turbines roaring loudly. Flanked by F-22 Raptor jets, this plane could only be one thing – Air Force One, the President's aeroplane. Night had settled over the land, and while some people slept, the plane was still full of activity. In the mission communication centre onboard, an American general spoke indistinctly to an aide over a monitor and intercom. A uniformed stewardess walked down a corridor, approaching a large set of doors. A large burly man with no hair, wearing shades and dressed in a black suit stood by the door. He nodded for her to enter.
The stewardess entered the room, the President's State Room. The President himself, Rex DeCarrs, sat cross-legged on his king-sized bed, playing Minesweeper on his laptop. He smiled as the stewardess entered.
"You rang, sir?" she asked.
"Yes, Martha, is it possible that I could get some brownies?" asked President DeCarrs.
"Yes sir," said Martha and she departed from the room.
In another room, a man of the Secret Service rested peacefully on a chair, reading the local newspaper. Unnoticed by the man, a pale-coloured state-of-the-art boombox sat underneath the chair, playing a quiet tune. The music suddenly turned to crackling and then a familiar mechanized shriek echoed from the boombox's speakers. And suddenly, the boombox's shape fractured and started reshaping itself. Eventually, something about four and a half feet tall stood in its place. The thing quickly leapt onto the back of the chair, and unseen, it silently crept up the back of the chair and examined the headline on the newspaper, hiding behind the man's head.
MIDDLE EASTERN BASE DESTROYED BY UNKNOWN ENEMY
The thing seemed to let out a mechanical snicker and the man looked around in astonishment, but the creature was already gone, dashing unseen across the room to the door. Sneaking unseen, the mechanic robot, named Frenzy, hurried down a corridor. He leapt into an elevator and after it descended to the bottom floor, he dashed to an empty room with computer terminals in it.
He moved to a locked access panel, labelled with "P.O.T.U.S. Access Only". Frenzy didn't have time for such delays; he had a job to do. Frenzy was an odd looking metal creature. It was the size of an average man, about four to five feet tall, although it looked more like a giant metal insect with multiple clawed hands and a very bizarre head with four optic lenses serving as eyes, blue in colour. He was very skinny, making him a creepy-looking character.
Frenzy prized the panel off its hinges and tossed it aside, the panel hitting a wall. Unknowingly to Frenzy, the panel bounced and hit an unseen red button on a computer terminal. This activated an alarm on the other side of the plane, alerting Secret Service members onboard.
"We have an intruder on the plane!" cried one of the men and stampede of men in dark suits took to the elevators to attack whoever they find.
Frenzy, still unaware of what was happening, proceeded to hack into a computer mainframe, and accessed the files at the Pentagon.
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At the Pentagon, Maggie was trying of sense of the strange shriek when a pop-up appeared on the computer screen she was stationed at.
Warning: Foreign Signal Detected
Alert, Maggie typed furiously. Two sound graphs appeared side by side, comparing the strange signal and a giant flashing word appeared on the screen: MATCH!
Other analysts and soldiers crowded around Maggie in awe as she typed madly. Keller ran in with his bodyguards.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"Those guys who attacked the base are hacking in again!" cried Maggie.
Frenzy seemed to smile evilly as a familiar file popped up on the screen before him:
Project: Ice Man – Top Secret, Sector Seven Access Only
"Quick, run a trace route!" shouted Keller angrily at Maggie, whose fingers were a blur on the keyboard.
"I'm trying but it's locking me out!" replied Maggie.
Frenzy finished downloading the file which the helicopter robot failed to accomplish, and then another pop-up appeared on the screen.
Downloading Virus into Pentagon Network
"Oh, no!" cried Maggie in alarm. "Cut the hard lines!"
"What? Why?" asked Keller in shock.
"They're uploading a virus!" cried Maggie.
One of Keller's bodyguards raced to a phone and yelled down it in panic.
"Code Red, cut all the hard lines, do it now!" he cried.
Suddenly, the whole computer fizzled up, the screen going black, flickering. All eyes watched in suspicion, then a bizarre symbol appeared on the computer screen, resembling a face in some ways, before the screen went black.
"We lost it!" cried Maggie and collapsed onto the floor, quite out of breath. Keller sighed in defeat.
Frenzy shut down the computer and proceeded to retreat, but he froze when he saw five suited men standing before him, guns aimed at him.
"What the hell are you?" asked one.
Frenzy shrieked and the men and suddenly sprung into the air like a cat, cartwheeling through the air and tackling the five when to the floor. He suddenly fired circular discs from his chest at the men, killing them instantly. Frenzy looked up as shadows rounded a corner. He looked about in a panic and then realised he could do the easiest thing imaginable – and he started to shapeshift again.
A group of men filed into the room, guns raised. All they wound were five dead men, a busted computer panel and a boombox lying on the floor.
"What the heck happened?" asked one of them.
"I don't know, but I things are more than meets the eyes…" said another, looking suspiciously around the room.
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Chapter 1 is complete. In Chapter 2, expect to see the entrance of Bumblebee, Barricade, Scorponok and possibly others. Send reviews if you wish, but no flaming please.