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Agent Simmons, as I learned that's what his name was, led us into the stereotypical black SUV with tinted windows and locked us in the car. We drove in a long silence before he finally turned around and addressed Sam.
"So, LadiesMan217; That's your eBay username right?"
Mikaela looked at him in disbelief, Sam caught her eye and blushed bright red.
"Y-Yeah, but you know, it was a typo and I ran with it."
I glared hard at Simmons. Who is this guy?
"What do you make of this?" Simmons took out Sam's phone and started to play his voice recording from the other night.
"Is that you?" he asked, smirking.
"Yeah;" Mikaela leered. "That sounds like LadiesMan."
"Last night at the station, you both told an officer your car had transformed. Enlighten me." He said smugly.
Okay, that is the last time I tell the police anything worthwhile.
"You see," I sighed, "My brothers – "
"But he isn't your real brother." Simmons pointed out.
" – car," I continued, ignoring his idiotic comment. "had been stolen from us; from our house."
"But it's fine now because it's back! It came back!" Sam added in.
Stupid! If I could've choked Sam right then and there I would've.
"Well not by itself." I said, attempting to recover our secret.
"Yeah, because cars don't do that, because that would be crazy!" Mikaela chimed in, laughing awkwardly.
Everyone in the car let out forced or faux laughter. Simmons abruptly stopped and turned serious.
"So what do you kids know about aliens?"
"What?" I questioned; "You mean like a Martian? Like E.T.?"
I laughed and Mikaela butted in, "It's an urban legend."
"You see this?" He held up a badge. "This is I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge." He smirked, "I'm gonna lock you all up forever."
"Oh God. Guys, don't listen to this freak show. He's just pissy because he has to go back to guarding the mall." Mikaela sneered.
"Listen up, Simmons. We don't know anything. I'm pretty sure it's against the law to hold us like this; so you better let us go or else you're in for a world of fucking hurt!" I glared hard. I will not back down!
"Hey! Both of you in the training bras; do not test me. Especially you!" he pointed at Mikaela. "With your daddy's parole coming up."
"What? Parole?" Sam shrieked.
"It's nothing." Mikaela tried to play it off.
"Oh grand theft auto? That ain't nothing?" Simmons snorted.
"You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well they, they weren't always his." She sighed.
"You stole cars?" Sam gasped. I could hit him for how hard he's being on her.
"We couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along."
"She's got her own Juvi-record to prove it! She's a criminal, and criminals are hot!" Simmons grinned, eyeing Mikaela.
"Shut up!" I snarled at him.
The car came to a screeching halt and we were all jerked forward. I knocked my head against the window; a new throbbing pain spread through my skull. The windows broke, and large metal hands reached in and tore off the hood. We all looked up into a blinding light as towering fiery red and blue legs stood strong. Optimus flicked off the lights and loomed over all of us.
"You A-holes are in for it now!" Sam grinned.
"Guys," I directed my attention to Simmons and his friend. What was hisname? "I'd like for you to meet our friend, Optimus Prime."
Optimus glared, his glowing blue optics hard. "Taking the children was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
The rest of the Autobots swung out of nowhere and Jazz took all their weapons.
"Hi there." Simmons stood firm.
"You don't seem afraid," Optimus noticed. "Are you not surprised to see us?"
"Look, there are S-Seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you, except to tell you I can't communicate with you."
"Get out of the car!" His voice boomed.
"Me? You want me to get – "
"Now!" Optimus yelled, Simmons and his friend scattered out of the car.
All the policemen from the other cars, including Simmons and that baldish guy, were all lined up on the street. Mikaela got me and Sam out of our handcuffs.
"You're good with handcuffs now too?" Sam snapped. I whacked him on the back of the head.
"Sam!" I gasped.
"You weren't supposed to hear all that." She admitted shamefully.
"Yeah." He snorted.
"Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life?" She replied, face hard.
"Big guys. Big guys with big guns, huh?" Simmons muttered, obviously terrified.
Sam, Mikaela and I stormed up to Simmons, our emotions still raw.
"What is Sector Seven?" I questioned.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He spat.
I snatched him by his shirt and pulled him close, looking at him square in the eye.
"Now you look here, you bastard – " I snarled but a large finger bumped my back, interrupting me mid-sentence. I turned to see Optimus looking down at me.
"Don't be too rough, Delyia." He instructed.
Deciding he was right, I let Simmons go and stood next to Optimus's huge feet, leaning against them for support. God, I'm tired.
"Hey!" Simmons screeched.
It looked like Bumblebee was peeing on Agent Simmons and snickering. Smiling, I applauded Bumblebee.
"Yeah Bee! Show them who's boss!" I whooped.
"Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man." Optimus ordered Bee. He chuckled lightly.
The sound was delicate, but strong and my ears strained to hear more. Who knew robots could produce such a beautiful sound? I unknowingly smiled up at Optimus.
"Your clothes, off. All of it." Mikaela ordered.
"For what?" Simmons retorted.
"For threatening my father."
As he stripped, I couldn't help but snicker at his attire. His corny superman 'Sector 7' wife beater and I didn't even dare stare too long at his boxers.
"Nice," Mikaela smirked, "Now get behind the pole."
She handcuffed him and his little friend together and then to the light pole.
"This is such felony, what you're doing." His friend muttered.
"I will hunt you down!" Simmons yelled.
"He'll hunt you down!" His friend echoed.
"Without any remorse!"
"No remorse!"
Rolling my eyes, our group connected and we handed the glasses over to them. I heard a faint buzzing sound and I looked around, searching the sky.
"Do you guys hear that?"
Everyone shook their heads, the buzzing started to grow louder and one of the 'bots spoke up.
"Optimus, incoming!"
"Roll out!" Optimus ordered.
We all scattered; I trailed Optimus, Sam and Mikaela following me. Reaching down, Optimus opened up his hand. Heart pounding in my head I weighed out the options; get captured by S-7 creeps or jump onto an alien robot's hand. I scrambled to get on his hand and he lifted all of us up onto his shoulder; there wasn't enough room on the shoulder Sam and Mikaela clung to. I jumped up on his other shoulder, hands wrapping themselves around his neck. Helicopters zoomed past us; hard winds whipped us all around. Everything else whipped around in a blur: Mikaela slipped, Sam reached out grabbing her hand. Sam clung to Mikaela and to Optimus, but I could tell his hands were slipping as well. Trapped, I was unable to help; panic seized my chest and I gripped Optimus' neck tighter.
"Optimus! Help them! Do something!"
As soon as the words escaped my lips, Sam's hand slipped, he and Mikaela falling to the hard concrete. I screamed, attempting to leap after them, but Optimus held me back. A whir of yellow flew by, catching Sam and Mikaela. Relief spread through me and I smiled. Thank God for Bee. But the relief was short lived as the helicopters circled Bee, shooting thick ropes, locking themselves around his limbs. My heart hammered in my chest.They're hurting him! Fear for Sam, for Mikaela, for Bee, for me; it was all too much. I screamed, scratching, fighting, prying, trying so hard to get away from Optimus.
"We have to help them!" I cried desperately, "Optimus we have to do something! Please! We can't just leave them all there to die! We have to do something!"
I pleaded and Optimus said nothing, he gaze locked on Bumblebee.
"Dammit!" I screamed, pounding my fists against Optimus, "Let me go! I have to help him!"
I turned my attention away from Optimus and started to yell at the police, as if they could hear me.
"Let him go! Let him go! He isn't fighting back! Dammit!" Hot tears flooded down and sob wracked through my body.
I watched as they carried my best friends away, and my hurt turned to fear and anger. I needed an outlet, and Optimus was the one to get it.
"Why are you such a coward? You could've stopped them! You could've stopped them from taking my friends! From hurting Bee! But you sat by and did nothing! Nothing!"
My throat hurt and I quieted down, Optimus' optics bore into me.
"There was nothing I could do without harming the humans. I apologize. However, your friends will not be harmed. Sam and Mikaela will surely be released after they co-operate. You are one-hundred percent correct about one thing. This is all my fault." He consoled.
"What about Bee? He's my friend too!" I protested.
"Optimus!" Jazz interrupted, "The human girl is right! We can't just sit by and do nothing! We can't leave Bumblebee there to die! It isn't right!"
"There is nothing we can do without hurting the humans." Optimus repeated.
"I hate you." I murmured; Optimus cocked his head sideways. He hadn't heard me.
"I hate you!" I screamed, turning away from him.
All the Autobots remained silent, what could they say?
"This is what Bumblebee would've wanted." Optimus sighed, anger and hurt shone through in his voice.
"How can you decide that for hi- "
"There's nothing left to say about the matter. We have to find the cube; otherwise Bumblebee might die in vain."
I had nothing left to say, I refused to ride in Optimus' Peterbilt so I rode with Jazz instead. I remained silent the rest of the drive to where ever the hell we were going.