The Director of Security
The silver bot was the first to check out the clearing, then signaled the yellow and black bot to follow him. Their charges, the little girl to the silver and the little boy to the yellow and black, looked around curiously. In front of them was an old bunker that grass and vines covered completely, covering the entrance like a waterfall of green. There was a sentry on duty, a big black bot with a visor over his eyes.
"Hey, Trailbreaker!" the silver bot called out. The black bot, Trailbreaker, turned and smiled when he saw who it was.
"Jazz!" the silver one waved, "Bumblebee!!" the yellow and black bot waved this time, "What do you have?"
"We found them in a redwood. Jazz got them down," Bumblebee said.
"Well, get them to Prime before Red Alert tries to confiscate them. He's in a mood," Trailbreaker replied.
"Thanks, 'Breaker." Jazz said as the foursome entered the bunker. They had made it to the third hallway when trouble walked their way.
"Uh oh." Bumblebee muttered.
"Bee, evasive maneuvers. We'll juke him out," Jazz muttered. The bot in question was mostly white with splashes of red. A red face was staring out of his chest. Most importantly, there was a furious scowl on his face. The children shrank back into their guardians' arms. Just as the bot reached the two bots and children, Jazz gave the signal.
"Now!! Book it, Bee, book it!!"
They booked it down several hallways, corners, and staircases till they reached a door with an electric pad at the side. Jazz pressed the pad, and a chime sounded. Seconds later…
"Come in." Jazz and Bumblebee rushed in and closed the door just in time. The scream of outrage from the other side of the door made the children clutch closer to the two bots.
"Jazz." They turned to the speaker. A white and black bot with a red V-thing on his forehead had a stern look on his face, but that didn't stop Jazz from kissing him straight on the lips.
"Hey, Prowl. Miss me?" Jazz asked.
"Immensely. Who are these two?" Prowl asked.
"I'm Sam," the little boy said.
"I'm Mikaela," the little girl said.
"Ahh, and you're probably the reason why Red Alert screamed and went running, correct? Oh, don't be upset. He does this a lot." Prowl explained. Bumblebee and Jazz put the two children on Prowl's desk.
"What are you gonna do to us?" Sam asked fearfully.
"First thing, the both of you are going to see Prime, then a nice, hot bath would be in order." Prowl replied.
"But what about that Red Alert person? He'll take us away!!" Mikaela tearfully asked.
The chime for the office sounded. Bumblebee, Sam, and Mikaela looked at the door scared, Prowl narrowed his eyes, and Jazz marched straight to the door with a fierce scowl on face.
"Go away, Red Al—Oh geeze!! Prime!! Elita!! Sorry!!" Jazz yelped. There in the doorway was the biggest bot Sam and Mikaela ever seen. He was mainly blue with red flames running over his body. The bot next to him was slightly shorter and rose red.
"Do you want us to really leave or do we need to barge in?" the blue and red bot asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
"Sorry, Optimus Prime. Here. Hold right there, Red Alert!" Said bot stopped on his way in.
"Yes?" was the irritable reply.
"Get of here, man!! You're gonna scare the kids!" Jazz said. Red Alert gasped.
"I am chief of security!! These two are contraband to the base and it is my job to make sure that contraband is gone!!"
"Don't make me pull rank on you!!" Jazz threatened.
"You're buffing," came the dead reply.
"Jazz to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker."
"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker here. Whatcha need, Jazzman?"
"Please escort a security director out of Prowl's office. He won't go away."
"Copy that. Coming!!!"
Red Alert gaped at Jazz, Optimus and Elita looked shocked, Prowl and Bumblebee were surprised the Jazz followed through while the children looked grateful.
"You didn't," Red Alert hissed.
"I did. You're gonna scare the kids!!" Jazz countered. Just then two bots, one red and one yellow, entered singing.
"We're here
To get Red Alert!!
Because he's
Being an aft!!"
Jazz acknowledged them with a nod of his head while everyone looked in awe, horror, and amusement as the two bots walked toward Red Alert, faced him, and picked him up by the arms. Quickly, they throw him out the door and locked it with Red Alert on the outside. The two bots turned around and at the exact same time noticed the humans.
"Well, looky here," the red one said. He got closer to the children and knelt down to see them better. "Two human younglings. No wonder Red was mad."
"Easy, Sideswipe. They're really young, so don't scare them," Optimus warned. Sideswipe crept even closer to the two children. Then he looked back at Optimus and asked, "So, are we keeping them?"
Optimus sighed. "Did you find their creators?"
Jazz and Bumblebee shook their heads no. "Then we'll have to protect them."
"So that means we can keep?" Sunstreaker questioned.
Optimus nodded his head while Elita picked up the children and cuddled them. "Yes, we are keeping them."
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Author's Notes: So, what do you think? Continue or not? Read and Review, please!!! :)