Obstruction of Justice - 2

"I'm Officer Dent. Son, I'm sorry to inform you that your parents were the victims of a hit and run earlier this evening. They've been transported to Mercy Hospital, and I've been dispatched to escort you there." Noting the shock in the youngsters' faces, Dent kept the rest of the details to himself. Details like the fact that the neither of the Witwicky's were expected to survive. Oh, and that the vehicle performing the hit-and-run was supposed to be a cop car. How crazy was that?

Sam heard Mikaela's shocked gasp, and he felt her grip tighten. He was thankful for the support; he might otherwise have collapsed. His parents were completely mortifying at times, but he knew they loved him. Besides, after a little screaming and initial panic, they were totally cool with Bee and the 'bots. He couldn't lose that. He couldn't lose them.

Mom and Dad! Please be OK.

Officer Dent touched his elbow and softly said, "We should get going."

Sam nodded and turned to Mikaela.

"Stay here."

"No, I want to go with you."

"And I want you with me, but somebody's got to wait for Bee. You know how he gets. He'll flip if he comes home and finds everybody gone. When he gets here, he'll drive you to the hospital."

"OK." Mikaela gave in. She knew Bumblebee had a tendency to get upset and frightened if he didn't know where Sam was at all times. "Call me as soon as you know anything. We'll be there as soon as we can."

Sam kissed Mikaela and gripped her in a fierce embrace. Mikaela's heart went out to him; she felt the tremors running through his body as Sam pulled away.

Sam and his escort approached the black & white. It looked like it had been the referee at a demolition derby and said as much to the officer.

"Yeah, I think the guys in the motor pool are having a good laugh about it. You know, because of my name."

Sam gave a slight smile as the officer opened the passenger door. Or tried to. It wouldn't budge. Officer Dent gave an embarrassed chuckle and asked, "Would it be all right if you rode in back?"

"Sure," replied Sam. It didn't matter, as long as he could get to his parents soon.

The rear door opened without incident, and Sam stooped to enter. When he was almost inside, he noticed a vehicle coming towards his house. Recognizing the black 4x4 TopKick as Ironhide with his friend Will in the driver's seat, Sam straightened. He turned toward the officer to decline the ride. That's when he noticed it. A motto on the side of the cruiser's rear quarter panel. A motto that citizens knew by heart. Except it wasn't.

"…to punish and enslave..."

Ironhide and Will were discussing strategy. How to deal with the threat Starscream posed? He didn't have to stay as an F-22 Raptor, but knowing the Decepticon's vanity, Ironhide believed Starscream would remain with that form. There was little they could do until Bumblebee brought back some intel, which the little Autobot was reluctant to do until he knew Sam was tucked away safely with the team. It was almost as if he was expecting trouble.

As they turned onto Sam's street, they saw the emergency lights. Concerned, Ironhide pushed his speed over the neighborhood limit. If either of the children had suffered injury, Bumblebee would never forgive himself. Neither would Optimus, for calling the yellow guardian away from his charge.

Will released the breath he was holding, and Ironhide reduced speed as they saw Sam, apparently unharmed, standing next to a police officer. The boy looked their way. Sam raised his hand in greeting then froze momentarily before forcefully pushing the officer away from the car. At the same moment, Will found himself unceremoniously dumped from the cab as Ironhide broke cover and transformed in the middle of the street.

Ironhide's scanners had picked up the energy signatures of multiple Autobot pulse blasts, which could only be worn by a Decepticon. He set Will down as gently as speed would allow and prepared for battle with

"Barricade!"

So close. The boy was so close, and now the ruse was no longer necessary. Barricade closed the door sharply, trapping Sam halfway. A seating restraint slithered forward and latched onto Sam's wrists, dragging him inside. With the boy secured within the Decepticon's armor, the approaching Autobot would not chance attacking. The evil cruiser sped off with its captive, a screech of siren that sounded more like demented cackling echoing in its wake.

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