Chapter 4 Decepticons and 'Snickers' Bar
Sunstreaker skipped the first question and went ahead with something else. He didn't want her to cry. "You possess something the Decepticons want."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Optimus and Ratchet are the only ones who know. You may ask them when we get to our base."
"Base? As in, um, military base?"
"Yes."
I looked at my snack again and looked at the clock on the radio. It was a little after five now. Dad would be home by now, cooking dinner and having me help him with preparations.
"What about my Dad? Will he be there?"
"There are certain steps that had to be taken...Oh Slag!" Sunstreaker broke off and sped up.
"What's going on?"
Two huge black SUVs were merging onto the highway, lights flashing and sirens heading to us.
"Hang on, Danielle."
I looked at the two black SUVs and said, "Oh! Those are cops! You need to stop."
"I stop and they get you." Sunstreaker growled, checking his sensors. Optimus, Ratchet, Prowl, and Sideswipe were chasing them. They were racing toward the SUVs. Then Optimus sideswiped one of the SUVs and transformed right in front of my eyes. I screamed as the SUV slid over to us as Sunstreaker sped up, bypassing all the cars who were trying to get away from the oncoming SUV, now on it's side, sparks flying from the concrete. Then Sunstreaker spun around to face the SUV.
"Sunstreaker?" I shrieked. "Look out! Move it!"
"Do not tell me what to do!"
"But can't you see that SUV coming toward us." I asked, beginning to feel panicky and started to fight with the door. "Let me out!" I grabbed the door handle and couldn't get it. The seatbelt tightened and Sunstreaker reversed backwards. "You crazy car!" I exclaimed, hitting the dashboard. "Idiot! Jerk!"
"Shut up!" Sunstreaker growled angrily. "I don't put up with smart mouths."
I screamed out when I saw the SUV transform in front of my eyes. It was big, black with red eyes. It was sure ugly and menacing. "What is that!" I shrieked.
"A Decepticon named Crankcase!" Sunstreaker said.
I noticed we weren't moving fast now. "Sunstreaker, don't you think it's a gooood idea to drive faster from that monster?"
"Well. I've decided to show you the differences between our side and theirs."
"I think the red eyes means it's evil." I told him. "That's their trademark, isn't it?"
"Their eyes? Oh-no. Their trademark is something else all together. Look on my wheel, please."
I didn't want to take my eyes off that monster. "He's right there!"
"Second glance at my wheel."
"Shut up!" I said. "Just drive! I don't care what your trademark is!"
"Then how do know which side to trust, hmm? How do you know we're not the Decepticons and they are the Autobots?"
Sunstreaker abruptly reversed and sped down the road.
Crankcase just scanned his alt-form and found out that their target was there and he immediately changed into his alt-form.
"Because-" I trailed off. "Because-I heard Dad talking to someone named Optimus and Ratchet in his office."
"You eavesdropped on a private meeting between your father and his boss."
"So?"
"Do you not know how bad it is to eavesdrop on the Leader of the Autobots?"
"So what?"
"You heard of a project called, 'Project: Yellow'?"
What was Project: Yellow? "What's 'Project: Yellow'?" I asked.
"You have to be kidding me!" Sunstreaker asked. "You slaggin' don't know!"
"I slaggin' don't!" I remarked.
"What do you know about 'Project: Yellow'?" Sunstreaker asked in a low tone which sounded menacing to me.
Now why is he treating me like I'm the enemy when I'm not? I drew my arms and hugged myself. I stubbornly refused to let any tears fall from my eyes. Tears were prickling my lashes, but I didn't want to cry. I fought against crying and let out a stifled gasp.
"Dani?" Sunstreaker asked in a concerned voice. "Are you all right?"
I nodded furiously and croaked, "'m 'kay."
"Are you sure?"
I nodded.
"You don't sound fine to me."
"Why are you so mean?"
Sunstreaker applied his brakes to stop for a minute. He heard a squeal of brakes behind him and a voice asked, "What the Slag? Are you glitched or something?"
"Of course not. Dani? I'm sorry if you thought I was mean to you, but I wasn't. Maybe you just misunderstood my tone. But, do you know anything about Project: Yellow?"
"No." I said. "I don't. Dad kept all his files in a safe."
"Do you know the combination?"
"No. I'm not good with combination locks."
Sunstreaker drove forward and I was silent before remembering the 'Snickers' bar and Coke. I slowly opened the wrapper being mindful of Sunstreaker's carpets while I bit into the bar. It tasted heavenly and made me feel a lot better.
