Fraternizing with the Past
A/N: Hey guys... I feel terrible that I haven't updated. Like REALLY REALLY terrible. School has been dictating my life and all my free time has been sucked up by homework and the weekly required reading, then whenever I tried writing, my muse left. So I managed to pull this like 300 words out of my ass and at least give you SOMETHING. So here is this. I'll try to get a longer chapter up soon. Sorry again.
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Chapter 4
"Director Galloway." Lennox said stiffly. He still hated the man for calling Optimus a pile of scrap metal.
"Major Lennox." Galloway shoved another piece of paper into the major's face. "The President wants to know what is orbiting our planet and what you've got to with it."
"I'm not quite clear on what you mean, Director," mock puzzlement colored the major's voice, "All we did is confirm it isn't Cybertronian, no further action has been taken as of yet."
Galloway pulled another document from inside his suit jacket. Where the hell does he get all of those? (A/N: I understand that it's not likely that he has more than one doc, but it's Galloway, and my fic so that's how its gonna be)
"If you're so confident in that answer, then surely you wouldn't mind a quick sweep of the base to be done?" Galloway questioned.
"Go ahead." Primus please let Epps have taken them to Hide's range. "I would strongly advise against going into the Autobot shooting range. Ironhide is normally in there because of the twins and that's not a mood you want to encounter him in."
"Major, I'll go wherever I want on this search, if those aliens can't control themselves, they'll have major consequences." The rat walked off towards the hallway that Epps and the Starfleet personal had previously fled to. The base had lots of shortcuts so, after checking all the empty meeting rooms, Lennox and Galloway walked to the end of the hall, made a right and found themselves in front of the massive door to the Bots' shooting range.
Lennox commed Hide and told him to open the doors for them. The Bot grumbled something about 'too many organics' but granted them entrance anyway. The visitors were all there with Epps watching Ironhide hit target after target.
"Who're they? Galloway demanded, drawing the attention of the entire room.