The Autobots drove along the edge of the airstrip, making sure not to attract the attention of the agents. Optimus swerved and quickly hid behind a stack of large storage containers. The others followed after. Sam and Mikaela got out of the car and peeked out from behind the large containers. The agents had Melissa outnumbered ten to one. She seemed to be a little concerned, but not as much as one would expect to be in a situation like that.
"See if you can tell what they are talking about." Optimus said, inching towards them. Sam and Mikaela nodded and carefully crept around and inched closer to the people, quickly ducking behind some cover when one of the agents turned his head. They listened as the captain spoke.
"We finally caught up to you, Melissa Faireborn," he said, sneering.
"Well, it certainly took you long enough." she snapped back. The man glared at her.
"We've been after you for two days and now you're finally in our grasp. Now hand over your technology and we promise we won't hurt you," he said, extending a hand to her. Sam and Mikaela watched as Melissa drew up her hands and crossed them over her chest.
"No." she said. Sam swallowed.
"Oh man, we have to do something." Mikaela nodded and quickly ran over to where the bots stood waiting. She ran back over, with the rest trailing behind her. They all looked out from behind the crates. Now the man was really angry. He made a motion and all the agents drew their guns, pointing them at her. She just stood there, arms crossed, not worried that she had about ten guns pointed right at her.
"It's your funeral then," he said. "Any last words?" he asked, cocking the pistol. She uncrossed her arms and pointed a finger at him. Or more specifically, past him, almost at nothing. One of the agents looked at where she was pointing. He saw a car speeding in the distance, and it seemed to be getting closer. He turned back around.
"Um, sir?" he asked, sounding a little worried. The captain turned around.
"What is it?" he asked, sounding a little mad at being interrupted in his work.
Out of the corner of his eye, the agent saw Melissa smirk.
"Sir, there's something you should know." he said, stepping toward his leader.
"It can wait," he said, turning back around and pointing his gun back at the woman.
"No it can't, sir! It's about her!" he shouted. The car came closer to their position. The agents quickly glanced back at it and then back at his leader.
"So, any last words?" he asked again.
"Sir!"
"Yes, I have some last words." she said, closing her eyes.
"Sir!"
"What is it?" he snarled at the agent. Melissa opened her eyes, smiling at them.
"Watch out for the car." she said.
"What?" the man asked, blinking at her.
"Sir! Look out!" the agent shouted. The man turned around just in time to dodge the car that came speeding around from behind him. It screeched around and stopped between him and Melissa. He struggled to gain his footing. He stared at the car that had nearly ran him over.
Over behind the crates, then Autobots gasped.
"Is that who I think it is?" Ironhide asked.
"It looks like him, but I am not sure it is." Ratchet commented. Optimus nodded.
"No, it is. Look." he said, motioning toward the car. It was a gleaming sliver Pontiac Solstice. Its engine revved. Melissa stared at it, and then spoke to it.
"You finally showed up." she said, her hands on her hips. The agents watched in disbelief as the car transformed into a thirteen foot tall robot. The bot moved down and looked at her.
"Yeah. I had a feeling you were in trouble, so I came to rescue you." he replied. "Lucky for me I knew a shortcut."
"Yeah." she said giggling at the robot. He bent down and gently picked her up in his hand and placed her on his shoulder. She tried to make herself comfortable on the cold metal, shifting slightly. Down below, the agents struggled to make sense of what was happening.
"Don't just stand there! Get her!" he yelled. He aimed his pistol and fired. She gasped, but Jazz just easily dodged it. The others started to take aim.
"Hold on," he said. Before they could fire, Jazz sped forward, using his wheels to slide along the pavement with ease. Melissa clung to a shoulder plate as Jazz continued to wheel along the ground. Then he skidded to a stop in front of the crates in which the other Autobots were hiding behind. He bent down and she slid down his arm and landed with her feet on the ground.
"Whoa." Sam breathed in awe, watching her. Then he suddenly realized his mistake, because she turned around and caught his eye.
"Well, well. Look who it is. Sam Witwicky." she said walking over to him.
"How do you know who I am?" he asked as she stopped in front of him.
"I just know certain things." she replied. Optimus rolled out to her and Jazz and transformed into normal form. Bending down so he could see her, he asked,
"What did they want?"
"What we want is none of your concern, robot!" the man shouted. Melissa gasped as she felt the gun against her neck and sound of others being cocked.
"Your robot pals may have been able to save you once, but they won't be able to do it again." he said. She brought her hands up to her chest and pulled down the collar of her shirt to reveal an Autobot insignia between her chest and her collarbone. Sam then watched as her arms seemed to become enveloped in a metal armor that extended to her elbows and covered her lower arms to her fingertips. Optimus stared at the strange metal on her limbs. Then he realized what it was that they wanted
"We won't have to." he said. She let go of the fabric and quickly spun around and punched the guy to send him flying into the others. Sam and Mikaela's mouths dropped. How did she do that? they thought. Jazz chuckled. Optimus sighed in a way that sounded like I told you so.
"She warned you." Jazz said, holding back his urge to laugh more.
"Gaah! Get her!" the man shouted again. The other agents opened fire. Melissa dodged the bullets with a series of spins and ducks and dives. She stood back up.
"Missed me." she said in a teasing voice. The man growled and lunged at her, only to be sent flying backwards once again. This time he stayed put.
"Now are you going to be good and leave me alone, or do things have to get ugly?" she asked, the metal on her hand curling into a fist.
"Fine, we'll leave for now. But mark my words, I will be back Melissa Faireborn!" he shouted as ran and hopped into the van. The vans turned on and turned around and drove out and away from them.
"Alright!" Ironhide yelled coming out from behind the crates. He transformed and bent down to look at her. "That was an impressive display of fighting skill." he said to her.
"Thanks." she replied. The metal on her arms retracted. Optimus reached over and lightly touched where the metal had previously been.
"What was that on your arms?" he asked.
"I'll tell you later. Right now, I want to go back to my house and rest. All this excitement has made me tired." she said, rubbing her shoulder. He nodded.
"Can we come too?" Mikaela asked.
"Sure." Melissa replied. "But we're gonna need a method of transportation to get there." she said, hinting to the Autobots. Optimus acknowledged this and turned to face the others.
"Autobots, transform!" he called out. They all transformed into their vehicles. Bumblebee opened his doors and honked at them. Sam and Mikaela both got in. Melissa walked over to Optimus. He opened his door to let her in and closed it behind her.
"Autobots, roll out!" he called again. And they all drove off of the runway and onto the road to Melissa's house.
Unbeknownst to any of them, a large grayish-white jet moved out from behind the hangars. It turned in the direction of the cars.
"I finally found you, Melissa Faireborn."