I Think That Car Just Stood Up by Teenage Anomaly
Just one look, and now you're seeing double
Before you know it she'll be gone
Off to the next one
She's so good that you won't see it coming
She'll take you for a ride and you'll be left with nothing
You'll be broken she'll be gone
Off to the next one
The way she looks it makes you high
All the warning signs
Cause her blonde hair, her blue eyes
It makes you want to die
Chapter Three: Yum, Guys With Guns
We drove all through the night. The agents in the car didn't talk to us, and we didn't talk to them. I fell asleep after about a half hour, snoring lightly on Sam's shoulder, my mouth hanging open. It was almost two in the morning at this point, and the past five hours of my life had been- well, exhausting. Only five hours since all of this started. That was unbelievable.
I was gad that today was Saturday, because I sincerely doubted I'd be making it to school on Monday as it was anyway.
We reached the fort/base when it was still dark, maybe five or six in the morning. The agents shoved us into a room and told us we had two hours till take-off.
"Take off where?" shouted Sam, but the agent merely slammed the door in his face. Sam punched it, swearing.
"I'm gonna take a shower," I said, gesturing at the small bathroom. They nodded, and Mikaela called next shower.
Getting clean felt amazing. I washed all the grime and sweat and blood and even oil off me, marveling at all the cuts and scrapes I'd gotten, along with the spectacular bruises. I looked like a piece of art, that was certain.
After getting dressed (back in my dirty clothes, but at least my hair wasn't greasy anymore) Mikaela all but ran into the bathroom, leaving Sam and I alone. There were two beds; he was lying on one, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. I made my way over to the fridge and opened it. There wasn't much to eat, just some cheese and crackers and coke, but I hadn't eaten anything in almost twenty-four hours. I was starving, and those crackers looked like a feast, and dammit, I needed caffeine. There wasn't any coffee, which was what I really needed, but coke was good enough, under the circumstances.
I sat on Sam's bed, munching on the crackers and sipping the coke, staring at him.
"You alright, dude?"
"Yeah," he said, his voice quiet. He didn't look at me. " 'M fine."
"It doesn't sound that way."
"I don't wanna talk about it."
"You should get something to eat."
"I'm not hungry."
"Dude, it's gonna be a while before you can-"
"I said I'm not hungry, okay?" he snapped, sitting upright and glaring at me. I raised an eyebrow. Yesterday his outburst would have me wincing, but I was almost completely a different person than I was yesterday, and this new girl, whoever she was, wasn't impressed by his anger.
We sat in stony silence for a few seconds before I said, "Feel better now?"
He glared at me, then sighed, deflating. "Can I have a cracker?" he mumbled.
An hour later and were all much cleaner and much less stressed, now that we had some food in our stomachs. Men in suits burst into the room, looking at us from behind stony masks.
We'd all been lying on the bed, but now set up slowly.
"The chopper's leaving," one of them said flatly, before leading us out of the base. We blinked when coming into contact with the bright sunlight and heat, but the agents didn't wait for us, just kept walking to a chopper.
"Put these on," one said when we reached it, thrusting ear-muffler-things at us. We took them and, after climbing into the belly of the chopper, did so. Yet again, I was sitting at the edge, meaning I had a very good view out of the side of the chopper.
We forced smiled at Maggie and Glen, and then I clamped the mufflers over my ears when the soldier sitting next to Mikaela told us to. The chopper started up, the noise muffled by the mufflers.
We lifted off and I grabbed the seat, staring down with wide eyes as the ground shrunk beneath us. Soon we were flying over stretches of desert, mountains, rivers-
"So," said Sam loudly. Maggie smiled at him.
"What did they get you for?" she asked, her Australian accent thick.
Hehe LOST.
"Uh, I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot." His voice was oddly flat, but then, thinking of the parting we'd had with said alien robot, I understood why.
Wow, Glen mouthed, his eyes wide.
"Who knew."
She laughed before turning to me. "What about you?"
"It's a funny story, actually," I shouted over the noise of the chopper. "See, I was taking a nap, and when I woke up, I was on a dumpster and surrounded by a whole lotta those alien robots," I gestured at Sam. "And it all went to shit after than."
Glen stared at me in something akin to worship as Maggie laughed.
"Gotta love the feds," shouted Mikaela, only a touch of sarcasm in her voice.
We weren't in the air long before reaching the dam. They unloaded us out of the choppers and, just as quickly, before we had time to ask any questions, sheparded us into yet another black car.
"I'm getting really tired of this," I grumbled as the door swung shut.
Sam nodded.
This drive was very short, maybe two minutes, before we pulled u to a sidewalk that was crowded with tourists. We all stumbled out of the van and into bright light. Sam and Mikaela and I made our way over to the side of the dam and peered down. Immediately dizzy, I screwed my eyes shut and turned away quickly.
"Shit. Heights."
Sam stared at me. "You fell off of a forty foot tall robot and you can't look down a wall?"
"Please," I said, grasping the backs of his and Mikaela's shirts. "Just, back up, will you? Okay. Oh, god."
It was beautiful, the startling blue of the river next to the gray of the concrete and the brown of the mountains, but that drop-
"Oh, shoot," I said, screwing my eyes shit and grasping the wall.
We followed the soldiers to a less-seen portion of the dam and there, like a bad penny, was Simmons, standing in the middle of the walkway, with his arms crossed over his chest, looking very dapper in black.
I needed more sleep.
I squinted at him in the bright light. With those shades, I couldn't tell where he was looking.
"Hey, kid," he said as we approached. "I think we got off to a bad start, eh?" He grasped Sam's shoulder with those orgasmic hands. "You must be hungry. You wanna latte, hoho, double venti macchiato?"
"I'll take the macchiato," I said, raising my hand. Simmons' head turned briefly in my directions, his lips pulling up slightly.
"Where's my car?" asked Sam bluntly. The mustachioed man by the name of Tom Banachek brushed past me before turning to look at Sam and Simmons stared intensely at… one of us.
"Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully," he said, in his calming, slightly southern voice. This guy had an aura of comfort about him. It was probably stupid, but I felt safe, suddenly with him near us. "People can die here."
I raised my eyebrows and resisted the urge to say, "No shit, Sherlock."
"We need to know everything that you know, and we need to know it know.
"Dude," I piped up suddenly, squinting in the bright light, "if you knew half of what I knew, yer fuzzy lil' head would explode-"
"Okay," said Sam, cutting me off and nodding. "But first I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down."
A grin spread across Mikaela's face as she looked up at Simmons.
"Oh, and her juvie record. That's gotta be gone. Like, forever."
"Aww," I said quietly, grinning.
"Come with me," said Tom. "We'll talk about your car."
"Thank you," whispered Mikaela as we brushed past Simmons. After we walked about twenty feet away, I turned back and yelled, "Hey, Reggie! You comin'?"
He turned slowly, glaring at me from behind the sunglasses. I gave him a mock salute before catching up with S and M and Tom, grinning as I felt Simmons coming up behind me.
"You," he said. "Are infuriating."
"Don't you love it?" I asked, cocking my head and grinning. He just looked down at me.
"No," he said, incredulously, with a jerking movement of his head.
We met up with a group of soldiers, including the sinfully attractive Lennox and Epps, and Simmons immediately took charge, walking in front of the crowd. I stood next to Maggie.
"You've all had direct contact with the NBEs," he said loudly.
"What are NBEs?"
"Non-biological Extraterrestrials. Try to keep up with the acronyms."
Epps gave him a look and I laughed.
He and Banachek lead us underground, into the bowels of the dam.
"Where do you think they're taking us?" Maggie asked me, quietly.
"Dude, I wish I knew," I whispered back at her.
"What you're about to see is totally classified," called Banachek as we went through a tunnel to see an enormous robot, covered in the same kind of gas that they'd used on Bee, ice hanging off of him. People on lifts were spraying him, people with masks and gas tanks. I craned my neck to look up at the ceiling.
"Well, I'll be damned," I muttered. "We're in Frankenstein's lab."
There were sparks skidding across the floor, clouds of gas floating past us- not many people were in the room, but the ones that were, well, they were yelling. I stared up into Megatron's sinister face, unable to say anything as I stared at the face of evil.
Evil needed a new dental plan.
"Dear God," murmured Keller. "What is this?"
"We think, when he made his approach over the North Pole," said Banachek as we walked across the smooth floor to get closer to the enormous robot, "our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago."
"Jeez," I muttered, my neck craning back even more as we approached the enormous metal monster. Gas rolled off of him in waves and bursts, but it never quite reached us.
"We shipped him here, to this facility, in 1934."
Old. So, so old.
"We call him NBE one," said Simmons, staring up at him. Damn, those gloves looked good on him.
"Well sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but, I mean, that's Megatron."
Banachek turned first, but Simmons did too, as soon as Sam uttered that name. Sam just stared upwards, arms folded over his chest.
"He's the leader of the Decepticons," said Sam, and Simmons turned that black gaze onto him. So, so ridiculously sexy.
Speaking of sexy, Lennox was standing right next to me, staring up at Megatron, his mouth open. Dear lord, he was fine. And married. Well, damn.
"He's been in cryostasis since 1935," said Banachek, gesturing loosely at him. "Your great-great-grandfather… made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind."
"Thaaat's intense," I said without smiling, neck still craned back.
"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age," said Simmons, his loud voice reaching every corner of the room. "The microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse engineered by studying him. NBE-one," he said forcefully, swiveling his head so that his nose what less than an inch from Sam's, his eyes burning down into those of the younger man. "That's what we call it."
"And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" interrupted Keller, his voice barely suppressing anger. I repressed the urge to hug him. I'd always loved Jon Voight. And I wanted to have his job one day. It was my ultimate goal, to be the Secretary of Defense.
I wanted my gun back.
Lennox scratched his head, still staring at the robot.
I melted.
"Until these events, we had no real threat to national security," replied Banachek, his voice fractionally quieter.
"Well, you got one now!" said Keller, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. I got goose bumps.
"So why Earth?" asked Lennox. I wanted to grab his arm and hug him and take him home with me.
"It's the All Spark," said Sam.
"All Spark?" asked Keller flatly. "What is that?"
"Well yeah, they came here lookin' for some sort of cube-lookin' thing. Anyway, Mr. NBE One here, aka Megatron, that's what they call him-" his eyes pierced into Simmons' for a moment before looking back at the aforementioned robot "- who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan."
"And you're sure about that?" asked Simmons after a moment, his eyes dark. Sam nodded.
"Yeah," I said.
Sam was staring, hard, at Simmons. "You guys know where it is, don't you?"
"Follow me," said Banachek after a moment of very, very tense silence. Lennox looked down at me, brow furrowed, and I looked back at him, neither of us saying a word before following Banachek.
"You're about to see our crown jewel," said Simmons as we crossed the floor. He opened a very normal door- no codes, no retinal scans, nothing, and we entered a gray, bricked room with black and white pictures covering the walls and a desk, and an ugly, leather chair. The room was small and crowded, so it wasn't entirely my fault I was squashed up against Lennox, who was a good head and a half taller than me.
"Sorry," I said, grinning up at him, not sorry at all.
"Don't worry about it," he said, with a light-hearted smile.
We crowded around a window to see a freaking enormous metallic gray cube, surrounded by platforms and lights and men in uniforms.
"Carbon dating puts the cube here around 10,000 BC," said Banachek quietly as we all stared in awe at the site before us. "The fist seven didn't find it until 1913."
"Damn, long time," I muttered, leaning away from Lennox's wonderful chest to get a better view of the Cube. I glanced up to see Simmons watching us, and odd look on his face. His expression, those black eyes, didn't change when I looked at him, and I glanced away, just as quickly.
"They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete."
"Holy crap," I muttered.
"- a perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or… any alien species on the outside."
People here had trouble saying the word "alien". It probably made them feel like fools. I twisted around to look at Banachek, my gaze level and judging, but if he noticed my eyes on him, he said nothing. Simmons was still watching me.
"Wait, back up. You said the dam hides the Cube's energy," said Maggie quietly, still in awe of the sight before her. "What kind, exactly?
"Good question," replied Banachek, smiling.
And then, joy of joys, we were walking again.
"This way," called Banachek, leading us deeper into the dam.
"Now I'm getting creeped out," I muttered to Lennox, who was still by my side. He laughed.
"I'm good until they start sprouting tentacles."
"You might wanna leave," I said, as we entered the room with the glowing glass box. I pointed at it. "Radiation, hombre."
"Please, step inside," said Banachek. They have to lock us in."
I raised my eyebrows at Lennox as the door clanged shut.
"Oh, wow," breathed Epps, turning to face a scarred wall. "What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or somethin'?"
I laughed at the same time as Glen.
"Oh, no, man. Freddy Krueger have four blades, man, that's only three. That's Wolverine! Rawr!"
Epps gave him a look.
"Fail, dude," I said, raising my eyebrows.
"Right? That's Wolverine?" Glen looked around the room, still laughing, waiting for someone to see the humor-
"That's very funny," said Simmons, straight faced. The smile melted right off of Glen and I laughed delightedly, turning an amused gaze on Simmons. He looked flatly back at me.
"Nice," I grinned, raising my eyebrows.
"Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?" He asked, looking down, away from me. I grinned, inwardly rejoicing.
Gotcha, sucker.
For a short girl in glasses, I sure was a big flirt. Simmons wouldn't admit it in a hundred years, but he was starting to dig me. Of course he was. I was young and pretty and full of energy and, to put the icing on the cake, I was flirting with Lennox. Nothing made guys realize they liked someone faster than seeing that said someone flirtin' it up with someone else.
"I got a phone," said Glen, tossing it to Simmons, who caught it neatly, eyes flashing back up to me from across the room.
"Everyone, grab some goggles."
We all did so, and I, of course, got stuck with the pair that was broken and that I'd have to hold against my face.
"Ooh. Nokias are reeeal nasty."
He moved over to the box and opened a side of it, snapping open the phone and laying it on its back in the center of the box as everyone watched, confused, nervous, and a little excited.
"You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way… of the samurai."
Maggie gave him an odd look and I tried not to stare at those fantastic hands. And those gloves. My lord.
"Are you alright?" Mikaela hissed.
The box closed with a snap and a hiss and there was a whirring noise. We all lowered our goggles, me holding mine in place. They darkened the already dark room and I simply stared at the phone. The weird laser looking thing lowered as the whirring increased.
"We're able to take the Cube radiation and funnel it into that box," explained Simmons gruffly as he flipped switches behind us. There was a sudden flash of light that would have been blinding without the goggles, and then the phone began to shake.
It burst into pieces as we watched, forming a tiny, spindly creature with malicious intent.
"Whoa!" shouted Glen.
The thing threw itself against a wall of the glass, making that light flash again as the creature grunted and groaned and chattered away in Cybertonian. It backed away and threw itself at a different wall, this time without a flash, before falling back on its back and spinning around, still chattering away.
"Mean little sucker, huh?" said Simmons as he circled us.
"That this is freaky!" said Maggie excitedly, pointing vigorously into the box.
"Kind of like the itty-bitty Energizer Bunny from hell, huh?"
As if on cue, the thing said something to us before a gun of some sort popped out of the keypad, tiny bullets sailing from it, hitting the sides of the box. I leaned forward, grinning. It kept chattering and firing before launching off a small bomb that resulted in a tiny explosion. It was actually sort of cute.
The thing grew more frantic, firing more rapidly before falling on its back again, spinning itself around in circles, squealing in a different language the entire time. I watched, fascinated, jaw dropped. And to think, this time yesterday I was simply studying the periodic table in Chemistry. This… was much more interesting and much more informing.
"Oh, he's breaking the box," Simmons muttered.
He pulled a trigger and electrical cracking sounded as the box filled with smoke. Simmons grunted triumphantly. The smoke cleared, to reveal the still crackling body of the tiny little bot.
We all pulled our goggles off, staring drop jawed at the body of the tiny, perfect metallic creature.
"That was awesome."
All of us stood around the box, talking excitedly about the little creature we'd just seen. I could only stare at its body, and a few seconds later, there was an electrical crackling and the lights began to flicker erratically. A new wave of murmurs swept the room as we heard dull thuds from somewhere above us, and we all looked up to the ceiling.
"Gentlemen," said Keller, his voice steely, "they know the Cube is here."
And that's when my brain snapped.
"Banachek. What's going on?" asked Tom, a note of urgency in his voice that we hadn't heard before. We all turned to stare at him.
"Well, the NBE One hanger has lost power-" came the staticky reply.
"WHAT-"
"-and the backup generator is just not gonna cut it."
Lennox was moving, fast, moving me out of the way and circling up to Banachek.
"Do you have an arms room?" he asked, his voice hard.
We all ran out of the room, the soldiers holding open the door. Once we reached the main floor, it was chaos. People were running everywhere, shouting. Banachek pointed to Megatron's room.
"Get everyone to the NBE One chamber, now!"
"The lights are out!" someone shouted.
"Move it, move it!"
And then we were running again, darting between two enormous barrels before entering a dim, tiled hallway that reminded me of the Tube stations in London.
"They're popping our generators!" Banachek said as we ran.
We entered a room full of guns and full of men grabbing guns. I began searching, frantically, digging in the piles of weaponry for a small handheld, something that I knew wouldn't do much good against building sized robots- but I'd feel safer with it.
The army guys began suiting up.
"Forty millimeter sabot rounds on that table!" one of them shouted, pointing. The lights flickered again and everyone froze, looking up, except for me.
"Hey, kid." I looked up at Lennox. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm looking for a gun, genius."
"You know how to use one?"
I nodded and he reached behind him and pulled a handheld out of nowhere. He flicked the safety on and tossed it to me. I made sure it was loaded before shoving it down the front of my jeans.
"You know how to use one of these?" he asked, holding up one that had to be as big as my arm.
"No," I said, moving over to him quickly, "but I'm a fast learner."
He explained, very quickly, how to use it and I nodded, actually paying attention to what he was saying and not his lips.
"You got it?"
I nodded, and he handed it to me. I looped the strap over my shoulders so the gun hung across my back.
Jeez, this time yesterday I'd been sitting in Chemistry- well, maybe Latin, at this point- and now I was suiting up to go to war.
And I was loving every minute of it.
Simmons dropped something before turning back to his gun, and the spell was broken. Sam rushed over to him intently. "You got to take me to my car. You have to take me to my car."
Simmons ignored him, shoving clips into his enormous gun.
"He's gonna know what to do with the Cube."
"Your car? It's confiscated."
"Then unconfiscate it."
"We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!"
"You don't know-"
"Maybe you know, but I don't know-"
You could tell Simmons was feeling the stress of the situation by how fast he was talking.
"You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?"
"I have people's lives at stake here, young man!" Simmons shouted, and for once there was no half-mocking note in his voice.
"Take 'im to his car!" Lennox growled, grabbing Simmons and shoving his back against a tank. I watched, wide eyed.
And then, suddenly, every gun was out. Before anyone else could blink, the soldiers and the S-Seven agents hand their guns out and some of them were damn ready to use them. This wasn't a came. This was war.
The lights flickered again, with a faint electrical popping sound, sending all of our faces into darkness for half a second.
"Drop it," commanded Lennox, one hand grasping Simmons and the other pointing a handheld at one of the agents. The soldiers all had their weapons out and pointed at the agents and, just feeling like I should, mine was out too and I flipped the safety off, digging the barrel into the next of the guy nearest me, one hand grasping his shoulder, although he was a good foot taller than me. Small, but deadly.
"Drop it, big boy."
His gun fell to the ground with a clatter as he grudgingly raised his hands in the air and Simmons stared at me in disbelief.
"You gave the trigger happy pervert a gun?"
"I know how to use it, don't I?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" shouted Banachek as the soldier hit the agent with the guns, sending them to the ground.
"Drop your weapon, soldier," said Simmons calmly. "There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?"
"You know, we didn't ask to be here," snarled Lennox, eyes boring into Simmons.
"I'm ordering you under S-seven executive jurisdiction-"
"S- seven don't exist-" said Epps, with a note of finality in his voice.
"Right, and we don't take orders from people who don't exist," said Lennox, his voice deadly quiet.
"I'm gonna count to five-"
"Well, I'm gonna count to three."
Lennox cocked the gun, his face icy and hard. He could shoot Simmons and he wouldn't loose a wink of sleep over it.
"Will," I said.
"Simmons?" called Keller. Simmons looked over at the commanding Sec Def.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'd do what he says," said Keller. "Loosing's really not an option for these guys."
I grinned, flicking the safety back on and shoving the gun back down my pants. Sam was staring at me.
"All right," said Simmons, after a minute. "Okay. Hey, you wanna lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool."
With a jerk, Lennox pulled his gun away, still glaring at Simmons, jaw clenched.
"This way, people," said Simmons, gesturing.
"How the hell did you get so good with a gun, eh?" he asked me as we moved, looking down hard at me.
"I watch TV," I said, raising my eyebrows, and he sighed, shaking his head.
"Kids today…"
We heard Bee before we saw him. We entered yet another gray, cold room, where Bee was writhing on a table, being gassed and iced, making that heartbreaking sound.
"Bee!"
"No, no!" shouted Sam, running up to Bumblebee. "Stop! You've got to stop! Stop, stop!" he shouted, yanking down someone's gun and holding his hands up, his eyes frantic.
"No, no, stop!" yelled Banachek. "Stop, stop! Let him go! Let him go!"
"Are you okay?" Sam asked Bee as the bot slowly sat up.
Bee turned to us.
"They didn't hurt you, right?"
Bee grunted and, with a jerk of his head, his battle mask fell down over his face and he raised a cannon, pointing it at the men who'd been icing him moments earlier.
"Listen to me. The Cube is here and the Decepticons are coming."
Bee climbed off the table, still pointing the gun and turning his head quickly from side to side. Whatever they'd done to him, they'd scared him- and pissed him off.
"No, no, don't worry about them. They're okay. Right? They're not gonna hurt you."
Bee stepped forward, swinging the humming cannon around. I stared up at him, a little apprehensive.
"Just back up a little bit," said Sam. "He's friendly. He's fine. Okay, come on," he said to Bee. "Put the guns down. They're not gonna hurt you. Here, come wiv' me. I'm gonna take you to the All Spark."
And then, joy of joys, more running. Thankfully, though, the cube was in an adjoining room, so we didn't have to run very far. I patted Bee's foot and he looked down at me, thrumming.
"You okay, big guy?"
He vibrated. I grinned up at him.
"Good enough for me."
The Cube was even bigger up close. I mean, from far away, it was a monster, but now, it was a colossus. I'd been craning my head back a lot in the past twelve hours, but now, I craned it back even farther. The enormous structure was covered in glyphs and drawings. There was a dark, alien beauty about it, and I was getting goose bumps, just thinking about how damn old this thing was.
Even Bumblebee, who was fourteen feet taller than the rest of us, was dwarfed by this thing. We stood under it and Bee looked up, wonder and curiosity on his lovely metal face. He raised his arms up to it, a noise of elation emerging from his throat, before his hands made contact with the thing.
"Okay, here we go," said Epps. "He doin' something. He doing something."
There was a bright crackling of light, and then a wave of electrical blue energy swept through the cube. The light illuminated, very briefly, hundreds of thousands of smaller squares on the surface of the Cube. And then it began collapsing in on itself, folding into itself and retreating and turning, like some kind of super advanced Rubix cube. The smaller cubes slid into each other, folding over, inside, upside down, until the Cube was small enough to fit inside Bee's hands. He flicked it, just once, then held it close to his face to examine it.
"Message from Starfleet, Captain- let's get to it," he said, straightening up and looking around at all of us.
"He's right," said Lennox, stepping down and speaking up. "We stay here, we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar. Mission city is twenty-two miles away. We're gonna sneak that cube out of here and we're gonna hide it somewhere in that city.
"Good!" said Keller enthusiastically. "Right."
"But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force," finished Lennox, his brow furrowed.
"This place must have some kind of radio link!" said Keller, gesturing wildly, turning to Simmons.
"Yes-"
"Shortwave, CB-"
"Right, yes!"
"Sir you gotta figure out some way to get word out to them. Let's move!" he said to the soldiers and Sam, Mikaela and I. "Right, Sam, get in the car!"
Sam and Mikaela climbed in the front seats as Bee finished transforming, and I climbed into the back through an open window.
"Mr. Secretary!" shouted Lennox as he passed in front of the car, walking backwards as he shouted orders. "Get our birds in the air! When we get to the city, we're gonna find a radio and I'll have Epps vector them in, okay?"
They disappeared out of our view and Bee revved up, the seatbelts buckling us in of our own accord. I clutched my cross in one hand and my gun in the other as my heart pounded wildly.
Things were about to get good.
TBC...
"One Of Those Girls" by Avril Lavigne
A/N: Ooh, it's getting goooood. SONG CHOICE: I wanted a song that kind of shows that Katty (in real life and in this story) is the kind of girl who just attracts trouble and guys, all at the same time. Some parts of this song really seemed to fit, and some parts didn't So I deleted a few lines, cause I don't want her to come across as a golddigger, cause she's not. She's a flirty, vivacious young girl who doesn't really understand the effect she can have on guys. Anyway. Have I mentioned I love Simmons? Lennox, too... a;kan;akdna;akdnf. VOTE! Katty/Simmons or Katty/Lennox action? It won't be until the next story, but I'm interested to see what you guys want :). Please review!
Sarah