The boy stirred. He fought to wake up, but failed to open his eyes. He felt intense pain on his head, which forced him softly raised one arm to cover it.

He felt warmer and warmer. The surrounding sound of metallic bumping seemed to become stronger too.

Where am I ? He suddenly became fully awake.

Madonna. It is the Yeti's den.

The boy found himself be locked in a cage. Outside the cage's door, there were two metal man-like beings. One was majorly blue but another red. He looked further, was shocked to see eight which were the most giant moving beings he had ever seen. They were even taller than the church.

There seemed were an argument between those giant metal beings. But he couldn't understand any word of it. The only thing he heard was fragile screams and deep roars.

He drew back his sight into the cage. The worn-out bag was still with him. He explored a hand into the bag and sighed with relief—the bread and the Bible were still there.

However…where are the materials?

He took a deep breath. Just when he was about to buried his head into the bag, the red metal being turned around. Its red gaze shuttered the boy.

"Boss, the prisoner is awake." The being suddenly spoke. It spoke in Russian. But a metallic hardness was in the voice.

Madonna blessing. The boy held the bag tightly, gazed at the giant silver being who came toward him. The red look of the giant stood on the flesh figure.

The air froze.

"Nicolas." The giant suddenly said in a trilling sandy tune. "If the Americans invade, what will you do?"

"Take my weapons and defend the Soviet Union with my own life." The boy answered the giant firmly.

The giant smirked with satisfaction." We are Decepticons. Will you join us to defeat USA—and the Autobots there?"

"Autobots?" Nicolas was confused.

"They share similar appearance with us, but they choose to assist United States." The giant gritted his teeth with hatred.

There are giant metal beings in America! Nicolas was amazed to hear that. But he calmed down very soon. That must be a military secret and I am not the one who deserve to know it. "Sir, I think you've found the wrong person."

"Then whom should I find?"

"The Soviet leaders of course. They have power and rights to decide whether cooperate with you to fight against United States or not."

The giant left out a trilling laughter. "There is no need. Nicolas. You—are enough."

Nicolas didn't say anything. He kept quiet for a while. Then he said: "If I join you, what do you want me to do? What will my country receive?

"All you suppose to do is just dealing with their little slick, a young man at your age. As for the Soviet Union—" The silver giant's red eyes suddenly glowed, "We Decepticons can bring her to the very stage of the centre of Earth."

"…What about after dealing with him?" Nicolas raised a question.

The silver giant being glared at him. The red optics were full of hatred, cause Nicolas wiggled backward.

"You tell us about their plans then kill that flesh. We'll assist you to smash those dumb canners out of universe!"

Silence whirled in the huge mauve room.

"No." Nicolas suddenly answered. His voice echoed in the purple space. "I will not join the Decepticon."

The silver giant grunted in annoyed. He turned his optics toward the boy. Questioned him in a stiff sandy voice. "why not?"

"Madonna told us not to kill innocents. We can only fight when others offend our holy land. I cannot betray my belief to kill others."

"The Americans are your enemies."

"Affirmative. But we cannot revenge until we get the permission from Madonna."

The silver giant had already lose his patience. He let out a roar and rocked the cage. Then he strode to a bright-colored giant, hit him down with only one strike.

"You! You said that this flesh would be royal to me! What about now?"

He even forgot to change the language. The silver giant began to beat that white-and-red giant.

"That is all about your clumsy talking skills. Even a fool like me know that we cannot ask an Orthodox Christian to kill." Although was beaten down, the white-and-red giant tried his best protecting his fragile parts against the angry fists. "Hey don't touch my wings!" The giant screamed.

Instead of frightened, Nicolas just watched them fighting calmly. Why I feel a bit familiar with the color of that winged thing?

The battle still didn't end. The silver giant stepped one foot on that winged giant and tore one of his wings." Now you listen to me very carefully: Our precious energy have been well wasted due to your idiot suggestion. You should be…"

The two smaller metal beings seemed suddenly received something. The red one opened the cage. Then the blue one entered.

"Welcome to the limbo!" The blue being smirked, brandished his arm toward Nicolas, heated the very position of the wound before. Nicolas blacked out and couldn't hear anymore.