Never underestimate a girl

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Ok, time to meet Megatron! Bow down as you read and review, fleshlings!

7-Frigidarium

They drove to an airport, where their handcuffs were finally taken off. They were loaded onto a helicopter with a few other people. The girls' faces were awful, not only for the bruises, but for the feelings and the thoughts that were running throughout them.

How did they end up in this predicament? What did they do wrong? Maybe they shouldn't have toyed with Simmons. They practically humiliated him in front of his men. But wasn't this too much? Kidnapping and questioning them was one thing, but torturing Bumblebee? It wasn't right. If Simmons wanted to settle the score with them, fine. But hurting one of the few beings that made the mistake of caring about someone else was wrong. And what happened to the other Autobots? Why did they disappear into thin air when they needed them the most? Correction: when one of them needed them the most.

Deep in their thoughts, they didn't notice that the other two persons in the helicopter were staring at them. They sure looked awful. They didn't care about what they looked like, though. The only thing that mattered now was Bumblebee. They had to save him. They had to do something, after all he did for them.

The blonde girl couldn't hold her curiosity back much longer, so she decided to politely introduce herself.

"Hi, I'm Maggie Madsen, analyst from the RAND Corporation." Tilting her head towards the boy with dark skin beside her, she continued, "This is Glen Whitmann." The boy nodded cheerfully.

Sam almost missed what the girl said, too focused on watching the landscape go by. Kim answered for her.

"Kim and Sam Witwicky."

Maggie recognized the surname at once and, suddenly, her curiosity started to demand some answers: what was 'Project Iceman'? what's with their family? and why they looked like they've been run over by a tank?

"So, what'd they get you for?" Maggie asked, deciding to go easy on them, as neither of them seemed eager to speak.

"Well, our father bought us a car. Turned out to be an alien robot." Sam explained flatly.

"Wow." Maggie's 'adviser', Glen, whispered.

"Who knew?" Kim shrugged.

And they spent in silence the rest of their trip to Hoover Dam.

The four of them walked out onto the dam. Kim and Sam slowly walked over to the edge and looked down; it was certainly a long drop, and the memory of falling from Optimus' shoulder made them shudder.

"Guys, this way." Kim and Sam turned to see Maggie and Glen standing not far from them.

"Where are we going?" Kim asked the woman, and she looked at her with a small smile.

"I actually have no idea myself." she replied sheepishly as they neared a group of agents and military men.

As they got closer one of the agents began to look familiar: it was agent Simmons.

"Hey kiddo." He tried the 'good cop' act, facing the thoroughly irritated girls with a smile.

Sam didn't say anything, but glared at him with fury that could make Achilles look like Gandhi. Simmons couldn't help but be impressed; hadn't been for the alien matter and all, he would have backed off from the pissed girl.

"Okay, I can understand that, but you must be hungry. You want a Milkshake? Chocolate?"

"I want our car." Simmons was impressed again. He knew the girl was furious with him and everybody wearing a Sector Seven badge, but she managed to give her voice a deadly calm, demanding tone.

"Misses, listen to me very carefully." Another agent, Banachek, decided to intervene. "People can die here. We need to know everything you know, and we need to know it now."

To Kim's surprise Sam shot him down. "Alright... But first we'll take our car and our parents. Maybe you should write that down. Otherwise, we're not gonna tell you anything."

"Hey, this is a national security matter! You can't withhold information!" Simmons had every right to be indignant: the girl was blackmailing them!

"Did you share all your knowledge with the military from the very beginning, or did you tell them just now, when things went out of control?" Kim stood proud in front of them. Even Sam was dumbfounded by her tone. It was firm and confident. It only had a hint of superiority.

Touchè. Banachek thought. Simmons looked at the girl helplessly from behind his sunglasses. They both knew she was right. And if they wanted their cooperation, they knew there was only one way to go.

"Come with me. We'll talk about your car." And Banachek took them towards the others.

"She's not a saboteur. The girl's a damned lawyer!" Simmons muttered to himself, before following the group.

No one seemed to notice that Sam's cell phone had mysteriously disappeared…

They met up with the military men they've seen outside the dam, who too looked clueless as to why they were there.

"Alright, here's the situation: you've all had direct contact with the NBEs." Simmons started.

It seemed that Sector Seven wanted to keep them as disoriented as possible, quickly rushing them inside the dam and using terms they didn't know.

"NBEs?" one of the military, Epps, asked.

"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms." Agent Simmons spat back. Epps and his friend, Lennox, had only known the man a few minutes and they already hated him warmly.

"From what we've found so far, they're an extremely technologically advanced species of robots. There are similarities between them and humans, such as their bipedal structure, their need for a substance similar to our blood, and their regenerative abilities. That's where the similarities end."

"There's more than that."

"There were two in Qatar: one of 'em looked like a gigantic scorpion." Epps and Sam spoke at the same time.

"Well, I think there is much more we still don't know." Banachek explained to Epps, before turning to the girl, "What do you know that we don't?"

"They have personalities and feelings. They're robots in the sense that they're made of metal. From an ethical point of view, they're not at all different from humans. They created a strong culture, similar to ours, in a way." Sam explained.

"How do you know so much about them?" Maggie asked, raising a brow.

"Well, maybe because we just talked to them, instead of mercilessly capturing one of Earth's only hope of survival!" Kim answered scornfully, glaring at the Sector Seven agents.

The military couldn't help admiring the girl's courage. She was the only one, along with her sister, who could tell them off. They started to like the two sisters.

Her words, though, caused a reaction from Keller. "What do you mean?" he then turned to Banachek, "Are you going to get to the point as why we're here, or are you just planning on making us run in circles?" Keller made no attempt in masking his irritation.

Banachek, not at all touched by the girl's words, simply nodded to him as they finally stopped outside a large circular door, that resembled the vault of a bank, but on a much larger scale.

"What you're about to see is totally classified…" Simmons said in an authoritative voice that left no room for argument.

The small group followed the two agents through a tunnel and towards the light, suddenly aware of the unnatural chill that hung in the air.

What they saw next froze the blood in their veins. There, before them, was the leader of the Decepticons in all his frozen, still terrifying, glory. Megatron, even if he was frozen, with his towering, menacing, colossal appearance looked like death personified.

"Dear God. What is this?" Secretary Keller asked, awestruck.

"We think, when he made his approach over the North Pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry." Banachek explained as he and Simmons led them further into the cold hangar, "He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934."

"We call him NBE-1." Simmons provided, proudly.

"Show off..." thought Kim coldly as she gazed up at the ice-man: he did look rather terrifying.

"Well," Sam started once again, this time her voice holding a touch of sarcasm, "Not to correct you every time you're wrong, sir, but that's Megatron."

Once again all eyes were on the tall girl, looking for an explanation.

"Megatron. You know, the leader of the Decepticons?" Her sister echoed, succinct sarcasm in full force.

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935." Banachek said, again not worried that the girls seemed to know more than they did, "Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind."

"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age: microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cell phones, cars- all reverse-engineered from studying him. NBE-1. That's what we call IT." Simmons said, sneering at the girls.

"And you didn't think the United States Military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in your fridge?" The anger in John Keller's voice was mirrored on his face and the faces of the military and he couldn't blame them. Unnecessary losses could have been avoided, if only they had known…

"Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security." Banachek answered again in his blank voice, and Lennox snorted humourlessly.

"Well, you got one now!" The Secretary of Defence's voice took on a tone that immediately reminded everyone of the short girl standing just a few feet way.

"So, why Earth?" Lennox asked, knowing his men wanted to know too, as he looked towards the alien's head.

He was answered by Sam Witwicky. "It's the All Spark."

Keller's voice demanded, "All Spark? What is it?"

"Well, he came here for this cube-looking thing," Kim answered nonchalantly, gesturing to the frozen robot, "It's supposed to be big and made of metal and, apparently, it can give them life… Oh and it's kind of like their God..." She gave a fake little laugh as she glared at the two agents, "Anyway, Mr. NBE-1, here, A.K.A. Megatron -that's what they call him-" she spat this in the agents' faces, then continued, "is basically the incarnation of evil, the source of all darkness, and so on, and wants to use the All Spark's power to transform human technology to take over the universe, and put an end to life as we know it."

"Are you sure about that?" Simmons asked, for once his voice as blank as his colleague's.

"Well, I know that Megatron isn't much talkative right now…" Kim gestured to the frozen warlord, "…but I thought that, after 73 years, you knew what was going on." It was clear that the girl was enjoying toying with the agents: she could be able to come up with valid points and, at the same time, make the two agents uncomfortable with a skilled use of her sarcasm.

That uneasiness became clear to everyone, as the taller girl neared the pair, her tone accusatory, "You know where it is," Sam started, approaching the two agents with the realisation of victory in her eyes, "Don't you?"

"You're about to see our crown jewel." Simmons announced as he opened the door, giving way to some sort of observatory. They walked up to the window and looked out. A huge cube was there. All gasped at its magnificence. It was so much more than Sam and Kim had said it was.

"Carbon dating puts the Cube here around 10,000 B.C.E. The first seven didn't find it until 1913." Banachek said quietly, allowing them to enjoy the view.

The All Spark was a gigantic cube made of metal, but it was beautiful indeed. Beautiful like everything that could give life. Geometric patterns were intricately carved on its surface, curving this way and that, twisting over edges and corners, making it shine as if it was made of precious metals.

"They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-1. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete: a perfect way of hiding its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside." Banachek finished.

"Wait!" Maggie spoke up, "Back up. You said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?"

"Good question." Banachek commented. "Follow me."

And they were off again.

The group entered a reinforced room only to find that, in order to keep the workers outside safe, they would have to be locked in. When they all entered the room, the door shut behind them and they moved to the center of the room, where a small glass box laid.

Sam glared moodily at the little box in front of her as the others made quiet conversation (she heard Glen and Epps arguing if the claw marks on the wall were Freddy Krueger's or Wolverine's.).

They were given a pair of goggles and told to put them on at once. Then Simmons continued with his demonstration.

"Anyone have any mechanical devices? Blackberry? Key alarm? Cell phone?" Simmons questioned.

Kim did have her PDA, but there was no way she'd handed it to him.

"I have a phone." Said Glen, tossing his phone over to him.

"Oh, Nokia. You gotta respect the Japanese. They know they way of the samurai." Simmons commented as he put the phone in the box.

"Especially when they're from Finland." Kim deadpanned, causing the others to snicker. Only Simmons glared at her.

Everyone stared intently at the phone in the glass box, as Banachek and Simmons flicked a range of switches around the room.

"We're able to take the Cube's radiation, and funnel it into that box."

They watched as a silver contraption lowered from the ceiling of the glass box, hovering over the cell phone, before it ejected a line of blue light, and folded back up and out of the way. The phone shook, before it suddenly burst open and formed a miniature robot, resembling a crab or a spider.

It's so cute.

Sam and Kim spotted the two, small, red lights it had for eyes and watched with dawning comprehension as it went about destroying its cage. That was a Decepticon! They had no doubt about it. It was strange. They were watching something 'being born' in a way completely different from theirs.

"Talk about the Energizer Bunny from Hell!" Simmons yelled.

Everyone jumped as the tiny, multi-legged, spider-like Nokiabot ran into the glass full force, causing it to crack a little bit; it began to fire small missiles, and ram into the glass more and more. The group heard agent Simmons sigh and mutter, "He's breaking the box." He then let out another sigh, and pressed the button on the device he held again, sending another current through the creature to kill it.

Slowly removing her goggles, Sam vowed to give the Sector Seven agents absolute hell if they had done anything remotely similar to Bumblebee.

Speaking of… Narrowing her eyes, she quickly reached out towards Banachek, who was standing beside her, ready to punch everyone who stood in her way to get back their guardian.

That was unnecessary, though. Sam's rant was halted by the sound of distant explosions that caused the building to shake suddenly, and the lights of the room to flicker dangerously.

"Gentlemen, they know the Cube is here." Keller stated needlessly.

Banachek wrenched towards a communication device, slamming down on one of its two small buttons, quite harshly for someone who, up to that very moment, was very calm.

"Banachek. What's going on?" A voice filled with alarm and static filtered through the small device's speaker.

"The NBE-1 hangar has lost power-"

"What?!" Surprisingly the exclamation came from Banachek.

"-And the back-up generator is just not going to cut it…"

At that moment, Captain Lennox approached Banachek.

"Do you have an arms room?"

They entered into another room to see a small group of military men waiting for them. Agent Simmons went rushing about until Sam stopped him.

"Where's my car?" She ordered.

"Your car is confiscated." Simmons retorted.

"Then un-confiscate it." Kim tried.

"People lives are at stake, and we don't know, well, you might, but I don't–"

Then the building shook again, and Sam found herself in the entrance of the armoury.

Everybody was rushing about, shouting, moving, and generally panicking. Eyeing the entrance of the room, Sam wondered if she could reach the room where they locked Bumblebee without been caught by those Sector Seven agents. Shoving her hands nonchalantly into her pockets, she backed towards the door, until her hand collided with the only object that could let her fulfil her crazy plan.

Simmons' badge. Smirking to herself, she scanned the room one more time; everybody was fooling around. Wait! Kim?

"You didn't think you could get rid of me that easily now, did you?" she heard her voice from beside her, and turned with a smile.

"Is it me, or are you really able to read minds?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nope, you just think too loud..." she winked.

And then, they turned slightly, and waited for the right moment to run, as quietly as they could, down the tunnel and away from the armoury.

Wow! Go girls! Well, looks like Bumblebee's going to be saved. Or not? One way to find out! Keep reading!! C ya later!! ;)