Disclaimer: Transformers, the Autobots, the Decepticons, Sector Seven, and any other names you recognize are not mine. Names that aren't familiar to you are mine, and I will fight you for them.

A/N: This is canon with the second movie, not canon with the third (as that has not come out yet.) This is my own lil' version of what happens after the second movie, with a bit of an AU twist thrown in. Yes, I know Simmons (probably) doesn't have a kid, but it's not completely impossible. He/she might not wanna' live with grandmaw. lol. Anyways, keep an open mine as you read. This will have a few OCs, but it's also got some Canon humans partnerin' with our beloved Autobots. (Including one I doubt you'll see coming!) So, that being said read on, dear reader! Read on!

Sector Seven had been shut down right after the battle with Megatron, due to the failure of its ability to keep the secret of NBE-1 just that, a secret. After the matter in New York had been hushed up, and people's mouth silenced by either force or bribery, the President declared that Sector Seven was to be no more, and so it was.

Two years later, the last director of Sector Seven, Seymour Reginald Simmons, was working with his mother at the deli she owned. Life had gone on as if Sector Seven had never existed, much to the regret of Agent Simmons. However, that life soon returned to being only about the extraterrestrials when Sam Witwickey and two of his friends stormed through the deli doors, speaking of images and of The Fallen.

It took a battle of epic proportions, with lives on both sides and races lost, but The Fallen was defeated by the great Optimus Prime, before he could destroy Earth's only sun. When the President heard of the ex-NEST operatives, and the ex-director of Sector Seven's allying for the battle, he decided that he would reactive Sector Seven's status, and then combine it with NEST.

The operatives moved Sector Seven's equipment to NEST's island, and Agent Simmons was given the title of Director again. Now, the job of finding the right personnel is up to him. However, this time, it is a bit more complicated than picking those who fit the job description. For this time, the President has a sure-fire way of making sure the Transformers stay a secret…

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"Now that S7 is finally settled, we need to find personnel who can benefit this organization." Agent "Reggie" Simmons moved so he was standing on the opposite side of his desk. His hands were clasped behind him, and he stared at the screen before him. "The old personnel files, Carley. Do we have those?"

"Yes, Agent Simmons."

"I want them on my desk yesterday." He ran a hand down his face, then stepped forwards to the screen. His fingers tapped a large file twice, and it seemed to open. "Here we are. The NEST operatives, I want forty of them. Lennox, Epps; they're a must. S7's old technicians, give me the best five. Are you writing this down?"

"Writing." The blonde sitting on the edge of his desk replied with a smirk. Her blue eyes twinkled. "You seem to be on a roll."

His shoulders jerked in a hidden laugh. "I feel like I am. It's good to be back." He suddenly got serious again. "For the big guys… I want both of the Hawthorne's. I seem to remember Gray being a good mechanic; we'll need her. That boy... Sawyer, and might as well get Summers. How many is that?"

"We have…" There was a pause as Carley looked through here clipboard. "Seven unclaimed ABs. You just named five. We need two more, Agent Simmons."

"Get me Agent Ashley Epps, and then we'll call it. The big guys can choose. In all honesty, they deserve to, considering what we're about to pull on them."

She snorted. "I say we just stick these guys with whoever. But I don't run S7." She jotted down the information, and then read over what he had just given her. A frown formed on her delicate face. "That's six, Father. You need another one…"

"I've got it covered. Don't doubt me. Now, that is about… Fifty personnel, am I wrong?"

"Fifty-five." She got an odd look from her father, "Counting us, it's fifty-five. And you might have counted the Hawthorne's as one, instead of two."

Simmons nodded. "Of course. Of course. What would I ever do without you?" He asked, smiling slightly, then rubbed his face again. It had been a long week, having done so much in so little time, and it was really taking a toll on him. But he would rest later, once everything was settled. "Get that Witwickey kid." He said quietly, tapping on the boy's file. It opened, and he silently read. "And his girlfriend. Leo Spitz as well. They can be part-time until they graduate college. Then, I want them here permanently. Fifty-eight."

Carley wrote down what he said, then waited for more instructions. However, none came. Her head tilted to the side, and a strand of blonde hair fell into her face, but was ignored. Her father seemed to be mumbling to himself, scratching his head and observing each file carefully. She chuckled quietly at his musings, and decided to try to make a suggestion.

"How about the communications officers and electrical experts from S7, and we can get the NEST weapon experts? That would be close to the mark, and leave us room for potential new recruits."

Simmons paused when she finished speaking, then turned his head to look at her. A smile played upon his features, but it was soon gone. "I was going to suggest that."

"Of course, Director." Carley slid from the corner of his desk, and walked over. Her fingers flipped a switch, and the lights cut on at the same time the touch-computer screen disappeared. "How soon do you want them here?"

"An hour."

"I can do better." Reaching over, she kissed his cheek. "Brush your hair, Dad. They'll be here in twenty minutes, tops. The specific agents will be harder to find, but I'll have them here before tomorrow."

Simmons accompanied her back to his desk, and picked up his coffee. Carley continued to walk towards the door, complemented by a swagger Simmons himself used to have. His eyes softened, and he shook his head. This was one of those times he wished she had more of her mother in her, instead of her being a female carbon copy of him.

Still, he smiled, and sipped from his coffee again.

"That's my girl."

HFG: Yes, yes, a short chapter. Just an introduction into my lil' world. The next chapter will be up within ten seconds, as I already have it written. So that being said, please clicky that button points to review button or just go on to the next chapter!