Four days later we decided to part ways. Why was that? Because I could tell that Ratchet was holding back something when he said something about ceasing communications with Mikaela; Sams previous girlfriend. Ratchet's heavy sighs sounded as though he was holding back something else completely. It was as though the entire universe decided to be a big ass in what I knew about the Bayverse. It became apparent that Ratchet might be lying to me. And also that Ratchet is a target.
All the Autobots are targets.
I stood by the road holding my thumb up;well, to start a new life in humanity is to do some stupid stuff like get a ride to a city and go into town to register a new name. Any name would do in this case. Ratchet went off his own way.A Former Decepticon can be a valuable suspect if you are an Autobot on the run from a bounty hunter like Lockdown. The best advantage to being me is that no one can touch me if they tried unless . . . I wouldn't think about it.
"Finally." I sigh to myself, as a black van stopped nearby. I open the door and came in with a huge bag of supplies. "Thanks for stoppin-"
I felt a hard surface pressed against my head.
"Where's Ratchet?" I heard the driver ask.
Damnnit Ratchet, opening your cardoor was the worst idea ever!
"I-I-I-I don't know." I said, feeling scared and startled.
I heard a beep coming from the back,and a trigger being pressed.
"Turn it off." I heard a man order.
"She's got extreme levels of radiation all over her." Another man said, hitting some metal.
"This girl can't contain Transformium." Another man argues back, "She isn't a Autobot or Decepticon!"
"Shut up!" The Driver orders them all, tightening his grip on the trigger. "I'll ask one more time; where is he?"
He reminded me of Simmons wearing those sunglasses as though age had gotten the best of him.
"I don't know." I repeat, gritting my teeth. "So lower the damn gun before some bu-b-ul-bullets are wasted."
From the corner of my eye;I saw the man nod, and then a gun shot whizzed through and went through the front window. Reminded me of BulletRide the Autobot (sister of Arcee from Transformers Prime, don't ask) who literately had bullets that were like cells but once they came out these bullets became hardened and deadly, her spark was the shape of a bullet too. Wasn't hurt but it simply me made scared because all of a sudden there was this odd, frightened fear that replaced my bold reaction towards them.
They knew what I was (while me on the other hand had no idea what Transformium is). The beeping got louder at the back.
I saw the man smiles from under those glasses.
"I have a idea what you are." The man snaps his fingers. "We're using her as bait."
