A/N: Thanks to emberlotus for the review! It really does help me write as I'm trying to get these thoughts out of my head.

Disclaimer: I do not own. Please don't sue. I've got no money anyway and I'm not making anything from this.

Chapter 7

Interrogations and Disappearances

Kat didn't actually have to wait long for the first interrogator to show up and forced her to leave her guitar in the room. She was escorted once more by two no-nonsense Marines to the interrogation room where she was forced to sit and answer pointless questions. The man who was leading it wore a black suit and a fixed scowl. "Let's start with the easy questions first," he said as blandly as he could. "Name?"

"Katherine Elizabeth O'Malley," Kat replied with a roll of her eyes.

The man saw it and his scowl deepened slightly. "Age?"

"Twenty-six as of four days ago," she sighed.

"What's your occupation?" the man continued, no longer looking at her but at the file he had brought with him as he filled in her answers.

"Singer for a Jazz club called Ice in Colorado Springs, Colorado and I own my own car shop that mostly runs during the week while I sing on the weekends," Kat relayed. Thinking it over she also added, "And Chairmen of the Board of Starlight Inventions."

The suit made a note of it before continuing. "Are you married?" Kat just raised an eyebrow as if to ask if he was joking. "Children?" The eyebrow went higher. "Are you living with anyone? Family or Roommate?"

"My brother comes and visits for a while but that won't be a problem as he's with NEST at the moment," Kat finally said. "What's this all about?"

The man's scowl lightened slightly. "We're just trying to get all the information we can. Are you or do you think you are pregnant?"

"Hell no," Kat snapped.

"Do you have any medical conditions?" the man continued.

"Classified," Kat replied with her own private smirk. "You want my med records? Go to Hatchet for 'em."

The man inclined his head before finishing the basic questions with, "Do you have any identifying features, scars, or tattoos?"

"Yes," Kat sighed. "Over… 200 I think is the count now, scars and two tattoos."

"What of?" the man asked, this time you could see the curiosity in his face.

Kat smiled as she stood up and turned around to pull her top over her head. On her back were two grey and black wings. Pulling the shirt so it covered her bra she showed the Autobot tattoo above her left hip, right above the top of her pants. Mr. Suit stared at the symbol for a moment then made a note in the folder. "Anything else?" she asked, finally pulling her shirt down to cover her stomach and flopped back into the chair.

"What do you know about the 'Autobots'?" he asked getting straight to the point finally.

Kat sighed and rolled her head back to look at the ceiling as she recited. "Autobots, Antonyms Robotic Organisms, are from the planet Cybertron and they are fighting the Decepticons. Leader is Optimus Prime, and currently on this planet are Ironhide, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Arcee, Sideswipe, Hot Rod, Prowl, and…. Jazz. Of those Jazz is the only one who was deactivated in the battle for Mission City. Prime allow him peace in the Matix. Known Decepticons are Brawl, Bonecrusher, Megatron, Starscream, Barricade, Scroponix, Blackout, and a deactivated Frenzy."

The man wrote quickly in his present folder. "How do you know of them?"

"I watched the cartoons when I was little then the movies when they came out," Kat said with a reminiscing smile. "The movies renewed my obsession with them and their hot alt-forms, and damn do I want some of those cars."

"There are no cartoons or movies," the man said shortly.

Kat inclined her head as the smile turned into a smirk. "So it seems," she agreed. "However, I am not a security leak. The first Autobot I met was Ironhide when he hit me as I crossed the street."

The bureaucrat in sheep's clothing jumped so hard a long black line appeared across his notes. "Can a doctor confirm the accident?" he asked with a pleased grin.

Kat's stony glare stopped him short and sent chills down his spine. "The official report was I was accidentally hit by one Ian Hide, NEST operative on a mission. No charges have been filed nor will they. I stepped out into the street without looking where I was going." When the man visibly deflated Kat jumped over the table to yank the man's face towards her using his tie. "Now listen here you bureaucratic son-of-a-bitch. You will not use me to try and control the Autobots. If you try I will hunt you're aft down and deactivate you so fast you will never see it coming. You try to bring NEST down, and I will show you how much pain and suffering that decision will bring on humanity to your own flesh. Do you understand me?" she hissed and snapped his pen just to prove her point.

The man paled with word after word before nodding as fast as he could. Kat's feral grin had him scurrying out of the door. Kat leaned back in her chair and didn't have long to wait before he came back in, this time with two burly men also in black suits and with black shades. Her mind screaming that something was wrong she slowly stood and backed away. "I'm afraid you need to come with me ma'am," the man said though he was still pale. "Please don't resist."

"Fuck you," Kat snapped as the two men pounced. They knew right where to hit and aimed for her recently repaired ribs. Kat gasped as all her strength left her at the hits and she nearly passed out. "Who are you?" she demanded weakly as she was cuffed and pulled to her feet. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Finally regaining some of his vibrato the man smirked. "We're Sector Seven and you are under arrest for threatening a government employee, leaking confidential information, and interfering with a case. You are going to answer all our questions. One way or another."

Kat snarled as one of the burly men injected something into her neck and she knew no more. Once she was unconscious one of the muscles picked her up and slung her over his shoulder. "Will they notice?" the other muscle asked.

"Not until we're long gone," the suit smirked. "Thanks to a handy signal disrupter they won't even notice that she's left until we're back at the agency nor will they be able to track her. Let's go." The three quickly vanished from the room, leaving behind a white piece of paper and nothing more.

When Kat woke she was tied down to a chair and flood lights kept her blind. "Where am I?" she demanded, keeping her eyes closed and taking a quick assessment. Her ribs were still in place thank goodness, but she was tightly cuffed to a metal chair. The handcuffs that were keeping her still bit into her wrists. Similar handcuffs bit into her ankles as well.

"Now Fräulein, do you not know my voice?" a familiar German accent drawled.

Kat's eyes widened then narrowed in anger. "Charles," she hissed. "You have just signed your death warrant."

Charles Teuful, the CEO of Nacht Fällt, stepped into the light with a dark smile. "No Fräulein, I think that after you see vhat I have you will want to verk for me."

"And if I decline?" Kat spat at him, straining against her bonds and ignoring the cutting into her skin.

Charles's dark smile sent a chill down her spine. "Then your brother and your new friends will die. And my new friends in Sector Seven vill destroy you."

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Josh paced in his rooms as he thought about his sister's containment. Something just wasn't sitting right with him. Josh sighed and grabbed his guns and coat before stalking out of his rooms. The various military personal he came across quickly got out of his way from his glare and ire. Josh finally found someone to vent to in the form of a wary Lennox. "Major Lennox you and I need to talk," he informed the man coldly.

Lennox turned to stare at the man who's sister they had just locked up. "How can I help you Mr. O'Malley," he replied just as formally, already knowing this wasn't a conversation he didn't want to have and from the looks the other soldiers were giving the man, one he wasn't going to like.

"Why must my sister be contained in such a fashion?" Josh demanded crossing his arms and staring at the man. "She has done no harm, in fact she helped you and yours. So why would these bureaucrats think she is a security leak?"

"Honestly Mr. O'Malley I don't know," Lennox sighed and leaned back on to his heels as he thought about Kat and her odd continment. "This whole thing smells like a set up of some kind but we can't figure out what kind."

That got Josh's attention. "We?" Josh asked as his anger rose.

"Indeed," Optimus said, walking up to the two with his holo-form. Josh cast a glance outside and saw that he had rolled up just outside, but because of it being a human building he couldn't fit. "I have Ratchet and Hot Rod monitoring her vitals and location at all times. She is safe in the holding rooms and at the moment they inform me that she seems to be having fun as her endorphins are on the rise."

Josh smiled slightly at that and relaxed marginally as well. "I'm glad that you're people are watching her, but something is going to happen soon," he informed them.

Lennox, Epps (who had come up to hear the conversation), and Optimus all frowned at that statement. "How do you know?" Epps asked curiously. "Some kind of ESP or something?"

"Or something," Josh sighed and rubbed his face in worry. "That and Kat just seems to find trouble at the drop of a hat."

"OPTIMUS!" Ratchet yelled, his holo-form racing into the room as he dodged the humans. "We have a situation!"

"Explain," the leader ordered as he glared down at the medic.

Ratchet shook his head, his optics confused. "One namo-cycle we were monitoring Katherine's vitals, the next there's nothing. All internal coms are down, it's like they have a disruptor of some sort on base!"

Optimus, though he knew his men wouldn't mislead him, tried to send a signal to Ironhide only to have static reach him in return. "Where is Hot Rod?" he asked as their holo-forms began to flicker from the disruptor.

"Searching for the disruptor," the medic informed him and the others as Josh started swearing up a storm, causing all attention to fall on him.

"I knew it was as mistake to come here with her!" he yelled. "Those god-damned, cock-sucking, pieces of shit are after my family again!" Suddenly he whirled on to Lennox. "Where's her cell?" he demanded.

The Major just turned and ran in the right direction, Epps and Josh falling in behind him as the holo-forms disappeared. They stopped just shy of two confused Marines in front of one of the interrogation rooms. "What happened here?" Lennox demanded as he knelt down next to one of the men. "Do you need a medic?"

"I-I'm not sure," the man stammered holding his throbbing head. "One minute we're asked to escort Miss O'Malley here for some questioning, the next someone injected me with something and I'm waking up on the floor."

Josh paled and burst through the door only to see an empty room. "No," he whispered in despair. "She's gone." He staggered and it was only Epps's quick reflexes that kept the man from hitting the floor. "They have my kitten."

Epps traded looks with Lennox, who had also stepped into the room once he ascertained his men would be fine. Lennox was just as confused as the Master Sergeant was but he had caught sight of the piece of paper left on the table. He picked it up and grew furious at the words printed there. "Help him back upstairs and get Prime and the others," Lennox ordered. "These stupid sons-of-a-glich's just signed their death warrants."

"Who?" Epps demanded as he helped Josh back to his feet. The younger man was almost catatonic as the fact that his sister had been ripped away from under his watch.

Lennox's ice cold gaze scared even him. "The remnants of Sector Seven."

Epps grew just as furious at the mention of the once government sanctioned, underground group. Josh seemed to come to his senses slightly and was able to walk back up to where the Autobtos were still searching for the disruptor. Optimus met them outside in this bipedal form. "What have you learned?" he asked looking down at the two furious warriors.

Lennox held up the piece of paper and showed the Sector Seven emblem. "This was all that was left in the room," Lennox informed the mech, who scanned the paper and growled when he recognized the emblem. "The question is why would they go after Kat?"

"They pulled the footage from the base," Josh informed them listlessly from his place on the ground. He had collapsed once they had reached the main area as the implications of what was on hit him. "They must have. At least it's not…." Josh trailed off then shook his head hard. He needed facts before he told them more. Kat's safety might depend on it. "Who and or what is Sector Seven?"

Since it was Optimus's own that had been captured by the men Lennox and Epps left it up to him to tell the story. "Sector Seven was an advanced research division. They were created by your government to monitor my race as we came to this Earth, to make sure that we were not a threat. They had Megetron, the leader of the Decepticons incased in ice and studied him to reverse engineer him. They used Samuel Witwicky's family to capture and harm our scout Bumblebee. Their leader was supposedly an Agent Tom Banachek and Agent Seymour Simmons. These individuals must be what is left of their division and wish to contain us still."

Josh processed what he had been told and sighed. "Then they must be working for NFC for funds if they went after Kat," he informed them.

"NFC?" Lennox asked puzzled. "Who are they?

"Nacht Fällt Company," Josh replied. "Or if you wish for the English translation, Night Fall Company. They are a…. oddities company. Their main claim to fame is research on the "super human" projects and medical improvements. They've been after me and my family after Kat and mother came up with the realities theory."

"And after seeing her pull that virus out of Prowl they want her more," Optimus sighed, following the man's line of thinking. "Do you have any idea where they might take her?"

Josh could only shake his head. "First we need to confirm that they are part of this," he said, slowly getting his mind working again. "Major, let me see that piece of paper." Lennox just handed the paper over to him and Josh lifted it up to the sun. After a minute of examining it under the direct light he let out a cry of triumph and turned it to the group. "Anyone have a black light?" he asked. When Optimus provided one, they found the image of a claw surrounding the globe. "That's their symbol all right," Josh crowed. "Now I can legally go after them as well physically."

Just then Josh's phone went off as Optimus got a communication that the disruptor was found and destroyed. "Who is this?" Josh demanded on his cell.

"Now, now, is that vay to great the man vho controls your sister's future?" the man on the other end chuckled.

"Charles," Josh snapped. "Where is my sister? What have you done?"

Charles chuckled darkly. "Your sister is fine, just a little vinded. And she vill stay that vay as long as she follows orders."

"Let me talk to her you son of a bitch," Josh demanded. Optimus sent a data burst to his phone and everyone could hear the conversation at that. "Where is she?"

"Joshua, Joshua, Joshua," the man laughed. "I am not an idiot. Your sister is safe and I vill not say vhere. But here, you can talk to her."

The group of men held baited breath as the phone was passed. "Hey bro," Kat's voice came down the line and Josh sighed painfully. He now knew that Charles had his sister and had something on her.

"Hey kiddo," he replied falling back into an old code they came up with. "What's the line?"

"They've got a favor from me and I'm obligated to oblige," she sighed back and he could hear the pain in her voice. "It's going to take a while. The toys they have me working with are shiny but broken. It's going to be a Jazz."

Josh frowned at that. "Got a fifth?" he asked.

"Sixth," she replied. "Damn, Charles wants the phone back. Later bro. Oh, check my house please." Lennox, Epps, and Optimus watched Josh grow red in anger before calming down ever slightly, though people could feel his anger in the air.

Just then Charles came back on the phone. "Are you satisfied Joshua?" he asked mildly.

"You will never keep her Charles, you do realize that don't you?" he demanded harshly. The German man's only response was to laugh as he hung up. Josh swore as he snapped the phone shut before taking a deep breath and smiled. "They are going to have a hell of a fight on their hands."

"What the heck was that?" Lennox demanded. "A code or something?"

Josh nodded to the man his smile wide. "We came up with it as kids so we could talk to each other without our parents realizing what we were talking about."

"Care to translate?" Epps asked crossing his arms.

Josh sighed and rocked back on his heels. "I asked her what they had on her to make her work for them. They found something that she's interested in and they've got something over her head. Most likely one of your fallen comrades. The name is Jazz. You know it?"

Optimus vented deeply at that. "Indeed, he is one of our own that fell in the battle of Mission City."

"She's going to be fixing him up and getting him to us in two days," Josh informed them.

"We'll be ready," Lennox smirked along with Epps and Josh. Optimus just nodded.

Just then Hot Rod came barreling in to the hanger. "Where is she?" he asked skidding to a stop and transforming instantly. "What happened?"

Optimus sent a data burst over their newly restored coms and Hot Rod growled in reply. "I'll tear them apart."

Josh hit his leg plating to get his attention. "They are in New York, to be specific upstate New York, but I get them first," he informed the protective speedster. "He touched my sister. O'Malley's blood calls for the blood of the ones who harmed one of us. If blessed by my ancestors let the rain fall on them."

Miles away, locked in a ware house with an off-lined mech, Kat smiled as a storm sprang to life as lightning and thunder crashed over head. "Vhat are you smiling at Fräulein?" Charles asked his German accent thick as he watched the mechanic work. "You know your brother vill not be able to do anything."

Kat shook her head as she began assembling some of the smaller parts. "Charles, you are messed in the head if you think that my brother will not call the wrath of God on your head," she informed him with a smirk. "But let yourself soak in this small victory. It won't last past three days."

Charles frowned and motioned for one of the guards to hit her with one of their tazer rods. Kat bit back a scream of pain as the electricity ran through her body. "Your brother vill never find you. He vouldn't think to look for you here so close to the main headquarters. You vill vork of us, or I vill kill him and your friends and torture you until you vish for death."

Kat forced herself back to her feet. "I'll work for you for now," she bit out passed the pain. "But you will rue the day you took me."

Charles chuckled. "Not vith Sector Seven behind me Fräulein. They vill keep your brother and his new NBE friends busy."

Kat kept quiet and went back to work. Charles quickly grew tired of taunting her and left her in the tender hands of Sector Seven former members. Once she was sure that Chalres and the rest of Nact Fällt had left she sighed and looked at one of the men. "So how much is he paying you?" she asked as she stretched her stiff shoulders. "Or is your sense of vengeance that big?"

"He's paying us a decent amount of money," one of the men replied with a smirk. "That and by having you fix this wrecked NBE, we will gain an upper hand and keep them from taking over our country." Kat snorted and pulled on a welder's mask.

"Fools," she whispered as sparks flew. "At least I can give them Jazz back." Thankfully the men didn't hear her whisper as she worked tirelessly on the mech. Finally Kat asked, "Mind if I sing? It helps me work." The Sector Seven agents just shrugged. Kat's smirk gave them pause but they couldn't take back what they said. "Did you see them going off to fight? Children of the barricade who didn't last night? Did you see them lying where they died? Someone used to cradle them and kiss them when they cried," she sang, her rich soprano ringing out with a deep under tone of pain. "Did you see them lying side by side? Who will wake them? No one ever will. No one ever told them that a summer day can kill. They were schoolboys never held a gun… Fighting for a new world that would rise up like the sun. Where's that new world now the fighting's done? Nothing changes, nothing ever will. Same old story. What's the use of tears? What's the use of praying if there's nobody who hears? Turning, turning, turning, turning, turning through the years! Turning, turning, turning through the years. Minutes into hour and the hours into years. Nothing changes. Nothing ever can. Round about the roundabout and back where you began. Round and round and back where you began!"

"What is that from?" the other guard asked, fighting the chills that had run down his back.

Kat rolled her head to give him a scary smile. "Les Miserables," she informed them. "It's a very powerful musical/book/movie."

The guards shivered at the pain filled tone of her voice when she said the name. "What's it about?" one of them finally asked.

Kat paused in her welding of Jazz and sighed. Finally looking them in the eyes she informed them, "A man's fight with himself, running from the wrong law, and the rising of the people against injustice only to have hundreds die and the voice of the people change the world."

"How do they do that?" the other guard asked, actually showing interest. "Or is that something I have to find out on my own."

Kat shrugged as she kept working. "Look it up," she ordered snapping the welder's mask over her head again. "I've got work to do." Kat got back to work and sighed as they began to talk about the play behind her. It was going to be a long two days. "Hurry big brother," she whispered.

A/N: After seeing the new Transformers 3 ideas are running crazy in my head. Read and Review! Nacht Fällt is a new enemy, keep an eye on them.