The sounds of coffee brewing was the first thing Lyric heard that morning, causing her to reluctantly peel her ice blue eyes away from the invention at hand. It had started smoking in the middle of the night, scaring her and forcing her to re-evaluate the entire system for the rest of the night.

"Stupid hunk of metal!" She hissed at the machine as she took a swipe at it with her wrench. The wrench clanked off of the invention and caused it to start smoking and hissing again. Lyric threw the wrench at the wall of her shop in frustration before slumping in her chair tiredly. The heavier footsteps of her older sister, Amber, echoed in the shop as she walked in with two mugs of coffee and her laptop balanced precariously on her arm. Her whiskey colored eyes were glued to the computer screen as she sat down one mug on the table next to Lyric's arm before collapsing into the seat next to her younger sister.

"Mmm...I assume you've been here all night again." Amber spoke up in an attempt to start a conversation. Lyric let out a pathetic groan as her head met the table, a loud thunk of skin and bone hitting wood following close behind. Amber flinched slightly at the violent abuse her sister was putting herself through willingly.

"Good thing you have a hard head," The amber haired woman said before taking another sip of her espresso, kicking her legs up and resting her sneakers on the table. "Isn't that supposed ta kill brain cells?" She finished and Lyric groaned in emotional agony before lifting her head back up marginally.

"What brain cells?" Lyric breathed as she brushed her platinum-blonde hair out of her face; lips puckered up in a pout. Amber snorted in amusement at the typical Lyric look before her eyes widened comically and she nearly did a spit take, staring at her laptop screen.

"H-Holy shit sticks!" Amber coughed out as she set her mug down roughly and began typing frantically, fingers dancing with unbelievable grace and speed across the keyboard. Lyric cocked her head to one side in confusion as she observed her sister sit up straight and lean forward, her nose almost touching the screen in disbelief. She scooted her chair next to the older woman as she focused on the laptop screen, packets of information and files popping up and cluttering the screen.

"What the hell Amber? Are you on some conspiracy web site?" Lyric asked in surprise as Amber huffed in laughter.

"Nope." She responded simply before she sat back laughing. "Government. Pentagon. White House. One of the three." She confirmed with a pit forming in her stomach. Lyric actually did a spit take, the mocha getting all over her shirt and hand as she tried to prevent the accident from happening.

"D-Did you just hack into the Government database by accident!?" She sputtered and Amber had the gall to look offended at her statement.

"Lyric! How dare you accuse me of hacking into the Government's database by accident!" The amber haired woman gasped before clicking on a particular file, bringing up an amateur video.

"This looks interesting." She hummed to herself before playing the video, audio on low so it wouldn't blow their ears out with the volume.

"You destroy everything you touch, Megatron!" The deep baritone voice yelled as the giant blue, red, and silver robot grappled against the larger grey and black robot.

"That's because everything I touch is food for my hunger. My hunger for power!" The larger bot, Megatron apparently, laughed coldly as he practically threw the other bot over his shoulder and kicked him in the face, cracking and bending the face mask of the other. Both woman cringed at the blow before the bot managed to stumble back to his feet.

"No! I am going to end your hunger once and for all." The mystery bot cried while he brought his blue fist up to greet Megatron's head. Amber yelled in outrage while Lyric immediately cheered in obvious relief. The shaky video ended with the mystery bot throwing Megatron into an already ruined building but Amber swiftly rewound and paused the video before magnifying it as she squinted at the mystery bots' box like shoulder.

"Hey Lyric do you see that symbol? The one on his shoulder?" Amber asked as she shifted in her seat uncomfortably. It was vaguely familiar to her some how but she couldn't place why. Lyric shifted closer to the computer screen before nodding. She pulled the silver chain of her necklace out of where it was kept hidden under her shirt.

"Yeah it does. It's the same ones that Dad gave us before he was KIA." She muttered as she glanced down at the cherished metal pendent. Hers had always been more like a sad cartoonish face while Amber's choker pendent was more...evil looking? Lyric wasn't quite sure how to put it into words that seemed manageable. The heavy silence that fell between the girls was filled with regret and old memories that they couldn't bring themselves to dwell on just yet. The harsh knocking on the door pulled them both out of their silent reverie and Lyric made to get up before Amber grabbed her wrist to keep her in place. Her eyes shimmered and she looked emotionally exhausted from the brief moment they had as a family unit.

"Just wanted to say um," She started hesitantly before steeling herself and forging ahead now that she was already committed to it. The rapping became more insistent and louder and Lyric struggled to hear her sister's next words over the mildly annoying sound.

"Dad would be proud of you." She breathed before letting go of Lyrics' wrist and swiveling herself back to face her computer once more to pretend she hadn't said something earth shattering to her younger sister. Lyric blinked back the tears and gave Amber a watery smile she knew that her sister could see in the reflection of the dark laptop screen before she left to go answer the door, which had gone suspiciously quiet during their exchange.

"I think your father would be disappointed in you Amber." The gruff voice said and both woman jumped in shock and fear. He took a step closer and Amber slammed the laptop shut before grabbing Lyric and pulling her behind her protectively. He was clearly with the military and Amber recognized the familiar face.

"Oh Major William Lennox. Here for a pleasant visit?" She asked, her voice dripping in venom and sarcasm. The white military man frowned deeply before responding to Amber's question.

"Not pleasant at all considering I'm here to arrest you and your sister." He responded as two more military men rushed in behind him, their guns raised and at the ready. Amber stepped in front of Lyric further, pushing her sister behind her until she was as hidden from them as possible.

"Back off Lennox." She growled darkly as her eyes flickered back and forth between the three men and their weapons. The two woman had been living on their own long enough that Amber had learned to brawl and fight over the years. She often went to illegal fight clubs to make extra money and she had no issue fighting the military men in front of them. Lyric put a hand on her sister's shoulder and Amber looked back at her in worry and fear before letting out a defeated sigh while she raised her hands up in surrender.

"Amber Cressida Johnson. Age 24. Born July 18th. Biological daughter of Andrew and Melissa Johnson." The White and black robot started as he relaid the information to his leader and their security officer in the Prime's office.

"Her criminal record starts off from when she was 11 and she hacked into her school's grade book to change her sister's grade from a C to an A. Of course it was later proven that the teacher had intentionally given her the C when she had earned the A." He continued with a sigh as Red Alert rolled his optics.

"So a criminal with a conscious. She's still a criminal." He said in a huff as Prime raised his hand to quiet his security chief.

"What about her sister?" He asked Prowl seriously and Prowl tapped the holopad, bringing up another file.

"Lyric Dream Hall. Age 22. Born December 4th. Biologically Nathan and Amelia Hall were her parents however her Foster parents were Andrew and Melissa Johnson." He recited blandly and Jazz looked up in interest.

"So they aren't blood related?" He asked in search of confirmation and Prowl nodded stiffly before continuing on, ignoring the interruption.

"She's intelligent if these scores on her IQ are reputable and to be trusted. She's also an inventor and artist." He finished up and Red Alert's optic ridge, the human equivalent of an eyebrow, raised in a questioning way as something clicked in his processor.

"Wait...Amelia Hall and Andrew Johnson..." He hummed to himself as Prime turned his helm to gaze at his security chief. "I know those names. Andrew Johnson was a solider positioned here under Major Lennox's orders. Bright young man with amber colored eyes. He was closest to Ironhide and Sideswipe if I recall correctly. And Amelia Hall," He paused before returning Prime's gaze.

"Wasn't she that human medic and mechanic? The one that helped Ratchet in and out of the field?" He asked before Prowl began searching through the files of everybody on base. Optimus thought it over before he recognized the name and description. Those two had saved so many Autobot lives since the war had been brought to earth. She had been stubborn and brave, easily matching Ratchet's grumpiness with her own sass and sarcasm. Suddenly the door opened to reveal a meek looking Bluestreak, something he normally wasn't.

"Um, Major Lennox is here and he brought the-" He started before another voice interrupted his rudely.

"Hey Leer do you feel that temp drop?"

"Um no?"

"Are you certain because I'm pretty sure we're in the presence of the devil." The voice snarked, being loud and obvious on purpose as two woman were escorted in behind Lennox, who looked like he had a raging headache and was moments away from punching somebody. That was a rare look for the Major. Every stare was directed towards the two woman as they stopped in front of the table, allowing the first woman to scoff and shake her head at the others expression.

"Honestly I think I want to take my chances with Jaxx than be stuck here where everybody has a stick up their asses." Amber said, venom dripping from her voice before she turned and glared brazenly and directly at Optimus Prime. Her sister groaned loudly as she face palmed, annoyed with Amber starting up shit once more.