Summary: "Sideswipe thought it would be a good joke if he pretended to be a part of an Air Traffic Control Tower staff. Too bad he didn't consider the consequences."
Please note that this is alternate universe and takes place during a time when the B-2 was still fairly new. Also, I'd like to say that this is a real story based on an ATC controller who actually played a little joke like this.
The idea of Sideswipe instead of the actual ACT controller was my idea. xD So, not all credit goes to me.
"Alright, listen up everybody," A man in formal wear yelled. Everybody calmed down in the ATCT (Air Traffic Control Tower) and waited for his next words. Sideswipe sat close by, pretending to be a part of the staff. So far, he had convinced everybody there that he was new and had been recently hired, and so far, it was still in effect. "We just got word that an undisclosed number of B-2 Stealth Bombers will be crossing our airspace. They will check in as they enter and check out as they leave. Be prepared for their radio contact."
Everybody looked around at each other. Some had grins and others looked concerned. These new stealth aircrafts dropped both nuclear and conventional bombs. Both fascinating and devastating.
When the man left, that's when Sideswipe smirked. This was going to be interesting. As he got into his assigned position, which was to greet the B-2s when they arrived, he waited patiently. Finally, a male voice emerged. "UAE area, this is USAFB2. This is a courtesy call advising that we are about to enter your airspace."
Sideswipe tried to hide his smirk to seem more professional. He cleared his throat before activating a switch that would allow him to make contact back. "USAFB2, welcome to UAE Airspace. We have you on radar 200 miles out over LOTUS. Hope you enjoy your visit!"
Without much thought, the pilot replied. "Thank you, UAE. It's a pleasure to be... wait- you got us on radar? 200 miles out? You shittin' me?"
"That's affirmative, USAFB2," Sideswipe smirked. "I'm shittin' you. Enjoy your visit!"
A few employees in the tower chuckled and some laughed full-heartedly. One final chuckle came from the B-2 pilot before contact ended. Sideswipe grinned triumphantly at his joke. It never got old.
The sound of an agitated clear of the throat made Sideswipe swallow hard, his grin vanishing. He turned around in his spinny-chair slowly, expecting the worst..
and the worst was what he got.
Ironhide stood there, arms folded, giving a death glare that could kill anybody who dare stare back for too long. Sideswipe smiled meekly, "Uh, hey.. um, Jim." He used the Weapons Specialist's codename as he looked around nervously. The head commander of the ATC stood not too far behind, arms folded as well, looking just as agitated. Sideswipe looked back at Ironhide. "Let me guess.. brig, right?"
Ironhide growled and lunged a hand towards Sideswipe, grasping his arm tightly and pulling him to his feet. "Close," he replied venomously, "but I believe a more proper punishment is in order for this one."
"Aw, man," Sideswipe groaned as he allowed himself to be dragged away.
For those of you who didn't understand, the B-2 is a STEALTH bomber, meaning it shouldn't be detected on radar at all. xD Sideswipe was just screwin' with the pilot. :P