Telephones were ringing constantly at the underground base in the Nevada. The base was originally Area 51 until there was so much conspiracy that the government was forced to move it into a secure location that is now only between the President of the United States, the Secret Service, and the director of the new Area 51. Now it was the home of extensive research and intelligence for the extinction of Cybertronians.

It was cool in this concrete vessel, a relief from the unrelenting sun hovering overhead in this God forsaken desert. The head of this base was a man who was indeed very pale with mussed up black hair and was very gaunt from the lack of sleep and food. He watched as men and women alike all in Air Force attire communicate to various fighters in the sky with multiple languages to report any potential Autobot and Decepticon sightings.

Glorious to watch in the dim lights with makeshifts cubes made out of damaged plane parts and the light of the computers flitting across his comrades faces; gazes of concern and genuine hope to rid this planet of unwanted visitors. This is what he deemed a piece of heaven except for his other piece of heaven in the crowded woods of Wisconsin. Fumbling through his disheveled uniform, he tenderly pulled out a crinkled photograph; it was faded from being in the water and from his body rubbing against surfaces that made the picture fainter. In the washed out photograph were three people: a woman with hair of gold and eyes of shining emeralds holding a boy who looked like his mother while his daughter stood to the side, posed as though she were in a spy movie.

His family was waiting for him at home. Smiling softly his rough fingers smoothed over his daughter's face, the pride and joy of the family. Eldest girl who had a strong sense of wrong and right, flexible, and had the willpower to go through any challenge that life presented to her. The ideal child of the military.

"Sir," the man turned his gaze down to a man equally dressed, pointing to the computer. "You better come take a look at this." He was very grave which only meant something's going to affect him. All the military members put their calls on hold, helping to connect this man's computer to the huge monitor that was connected to a central pillar that was holding the underground base up. The black hair soldier watched with curiosity as the huge screen was filled with static and hissing noises as the connection was starting to get better.

The man who told the superior officer to look at the screen was typing rapidly before swiveling his chair around, watching as the screen slowly flickered to life with documents of a report in progress and video footage from the helicopter that was filmed approximately an hour ago. From this scene the man identified the Cybertronian as Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, and the one whom if taken out would shatter the remaining Autobot's. He was watching intently as Optimus leaned down and rolled a car over.

He squinted his eyes, 'That car looks awfully familiar.' He couldn't put his finger on the light blue ball of metal. Optimus's voice rumbled like a rolling cloud of thunder before there was an indistinguishable shriek. The robot started running, fast for a gigantic robot with something grasped in his hand, a figure is more like it.

"Freeze it!" The command was obeyed, the frame a perfect angle of the figure grasping the hand. It was awfully blurry; mainly blend of black, blue, red, and green. The top of the head had a specific pattern as though cupping the face.

Possibilities flitted through his head. It couldn't be…

The monitor started ringing, his superior was calling. Automatically the man in the chair turned it on and Malcolm's face popped up, his face now more pronounced and features looking more of his age. The man gave a short salute before he leaned over the bar looking at the figure more intensely. That had to be her!

"Mr. Velde, I came here to report the obvious."

On cue, the blurry figure soon was reconfigured to the girl with black hair with electric blue streaks; bloodied with green stuff staining the culprit's hand. Mr. Velde nearly started crying as his daughter was now prisoner of the disgusting Autobot's. Malcolm shook his head as he continued the footage, all eyes watching as Optimus transformed into his alt. mode, strategically driving into the sun, hard to see where he was going with his captive daughter.

Anger coursed through his veins. He was helpless! Gripping the railing to the point the metal were contorting to the shape of his palms, Mr. Velde looked to the sterile face of his superior.

"We have to rescue her!" It was not an option. The whole audience became unnaturally still as the growing anger was flitting through this vast space. Clearing his throat Malcolm spoke his voice soft with his men grabbing the equipment from the back of the helicopter.

"Velde, I know your daughter is a top priority on your agenda but Optimus Prime is the main target. You of all people should know that. Which is why I'm proposing a deal."

A deal? Since when did the military start making deals to each other?

"I propose that Black Ops and the Navy Seals merge together for this mission of eliminating the imposing threat of Optimus Prime and rescue your daughter." There was no hesitation as Mr. Velde ran to his room and gathered his weapons and bag before coming out.

"Deal!"

Hey guys! Just to let you guys know my dad did serve in the military in the Navy branch so I do have some knowledge of what goes on via ocean wise since my dad travelled the world training and maybe serving (I found Navy Seal badges in his Navy stuff so I wonder if he did some cool missions before he died and couldn't tell me or bought them for fun!) In other news I want you to read and review because critique is everything to me to improve my writing skills and to make this fic better. Hope the finals aren't getting in the way like mine are! Finish strong in school! Love from the Cherryblossom Tree