Seemingly Innocent - Chapter Seven
"Squad squad HO!" The squad commander yelled, catching our attention immediately. We were currently walking across the bridge towards the entrance to Hoover Dam. I was still handcuffed, whereas Sam and Mikaela were allowed to have their arms free. They were scared of me going batshit again. Standing there, in neat line, were a handful of soldiers who were dressed in ceremonial wear.
"Squad, present arms," The commander ordered, and each of the men quickly raised their hands in salute. I nodded at them, before scoffing slightly when I realised who they were saluting. Agent Simmons had come halfway to meet us, and he was grinning at us arrogantly.
"Hey kids. I think we got off on the wrong foot. You hungry? Want a coffee? Some biscuits? Maybe some apple crumble with whipped creme and jello?" He stated, holding out his hand to shake it with Sam's. Banachek had also come across the bridge, and was silently dismissing the soldiers that had brought us on it.
"I want my car, my parents, oh - you might want to write this down," He stated, "Oh yeah, and her juvie record. Gone, poof. Never existed," He finished, staring at Simmons with a challenging glare. Banachek sighed before patting Sam's shoulder lightly.
"Come on kid, we'll talk about your car," He sighed before leading Sam and Mikaela off, with me trailing slowly behind them.
Thankfully, after two minutes, some clever idiot decided to take off my handcuffs, giving my hands the freedom to move. I was still majorly pissed, but at that moment, my first priority was getting Bumblebee back. Then it was smashing in Simmons' head. Banachek showed us the base, and it was quite interesting.
But, with me being me, and with Sam asking questions every few seconds, I managed to break away from the group and walk straight into a room filled with experiments. Including one that was in a briefcase. I opened it to find a weird looking pistol, that looked like it had a rocket coming out of it. Shrugging, I grabbed it and all of its spare ammo and shove it under my jacket, knowing that it'll probably come in handy later.
I snuck back into the group, only to be met with one of the soldiers' questioning glances. I sent him a small smile and winked, before focusing on what Banachek was saying.
"Here it is! The source of all modern technology, NBE -1," He stated like a proud father, before opening the doors and strutting into the hanger. My blood ran cold. Because sitting, well standing, right in front of me, was Megatron.
"Erm, I don't mean to sound rude and correct you on everything you think you know, but that guys name aint NBE-1. It's Megatron," Sam told them shaking slightly. His eyes were bright with fear, and so were Mikaela's. I knew mine were as well.
"Cars, microchips, computers. Everything the modern world knows, came from this guy. Who we call NBE -1," Simmons retorted.
"Well, they call him Megatron. And for good reason too. He's the leader of the bad guys, basically the harbinger of death. He came to earth to find a ginormous cube known as the All Spark. They're then going to use it to convert all of Earth's technology into evil robots and take over the universe," Sam explained, before adding "That's their plan. My car, and the autobots want to stop these guys, the decepticons, from doing that. They're trying to save Earth."
I noticed something with Banachek, and a lightbulb went off in my head. "You know where it is, don't you?" I asked, glaring at him. He rubbed his eyes before nodding. "Come with me."
Banachek lead us through a bunch of different hallways until we entered a heavily guarded room. Inside, sure enough, was a massive, dark green cube covered in strange markings. It's size was unbelievable. It was bigger then the hallway had been. Glen pointed to a few scratch markings on the wall and snickered.
"Ooh look! Wolverine man, wolverine!" He chortled to the soldier, Robert Epps, next to him.
Robert agreed with him. "Yeah, its got the claws," He said before pointing to his knuckles and making a claw motion. Simmons was not at all amused.
"We have managed to harvest the cube's power, and project it into that box. Does anybody have a phone?" Simmons asked. Glen nodded and passed his phone.
"Ooh, a Nokia. These things are particularly nasty. Gotta hand it to the Japanese," He mused before placing the phone inside the glass chamber. Maggie leaned over to me.
"Nokia is from Finland," She snickered and I giggled along with her, before the secretary of defense sent us an amused, silencing look.
"Ladies and gentleman, prepared to be amazed!" Simmons stated cheerfully before pulling down a lever. A flash of light rippled through the cube and into the glass chamber, zapping the phone. Almost instantly, it began to shake before suddenly transforming into a little Cybertronian. It instantly began to attack the box, throwing missiles at it and shooting it. It formed a crack in the glass. I could see the fear in its eyes and my heart went out to it.
"Oh damn, he put a crack in the glass!" Simmons snarled before he pressed another button. The phone and I locked eyes for a second before it was zapped again, its eyes growing dim. My hand sought my mouth in comfort as I turned on Simmons.
"You monster," I spat angrily. "It was scared. It wasn't going to hurt anyone!"
Suddenly, the entire base rocked.
"Oh shoot! The decepticons are attacking!" I croaked, still in shock from the little sparklings death. The intercom flickered on. 'We are loosing power to NBE-1's hangar.'
"They're trying to cut the power!" The soldier that was eyeing me earlier, Captain Lennox shouted.
"You need to let me get my car! He knows what to do with the All Spark," Sam reasoned, but Simmons was having non of it.
"I can't. It's confiscated," He retorted.
"Well un-confiscate it then," Sam snapped. "Listen, you're gonna have to trust me. The decepticons are out their right now, and are trying to blast this base open because they want the cube," He added.
"You may know that, but I don't!" He snapped like the two year old he is. I guess he wasn't just pissing me off, because then all of the military dudes pulled out their weapons and pointed them at numerous Sector Seven dudes. They quickly returned it.
"Now now, I am ordering you under S7 jurisdiction-" Simmons started.
"S7 doesn't exist," Lennox spat.
"Yeah, and we don't take orders from people that don't exist," Epps added from behind him. He currently had two guns pointed at his head.
"Well, I'm going to count to five," Simmons started.
"Yeah? Well I'm only counting to three," Lennox growled, and I decided that would be my moment to pitch in. I quickly pulled the gun I had found out from under my jacket and pointed it at Simmons' head.
"ALRIGHT! I have had it with you. You are acting like a stuck up two year old! Now, earlier on, I broke away from our little snug-as-a-bug tour group you had goin' back there, and found this. Judging by the looks on all of ya'll faces, this little gun is a big, bad piece of machine. And let me tell you, I'm not afraid to fire it. So I'm only going to count to two," I hissed. Simmons looked at me shakily.
"Miss, put the Rocketeer Four Thousand down, please," He squeaked.
"Not until we get Bumblebee back," I snarked, glaring at him.
"Simmons!" The secretary of defense, John Keller, barked. "These guys can't lose. Give the kids back their car."
"Fine, you know what, if you want to trust the fate of the Earth in the kids Camaro, so be it!" He snapped, before nodding at Banachek and storming off. Everybody pulled down the weapons. "This way," Banachek stated before taking off down the hallway. The soldiers, Sam, Mikaela and I followed. As we were running, Lennox came up alongside me.
"What would you have done is he had called your bluff?" He asked. I grinned at him.
"I would've shot him, because I wasn't bluffing," I answered. His grin said it all. He agreed with me. We barged through two large silver doors. Instantly, I started to tackle the people who were harming Bee.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Everybody yelled, including Banachek and Keller. After a minute, everyone had stopped what they were doing, and Bee was off the table, pointing his cannon at us.
"It's ok, it's ok, it's ok! They won't hurt you! I promise!" Sam started but I rolled my eyes and cut him off. You were not going to get an alien robot that had just been tortured to calm down.
"Bee, I know it hurts and I'm sorry. We should have stopped them from taking you, or at the least, gotten you out of here sooner, but we failed. I'm sorry that we let you down Bee, and I hope that you can forgive us later. But right now, we need your help. The All Spark is here, like, in the next room here, and so is Megatron. Megatron's waking up, and he's going to be moving in like fifteen minutes tops. We need you Bee, please, help us," I begged. He took one good look at me before flipping up his visor and nodding at us to show him the way.
Together, we all ran to the All Spark hangar. You should've seen his face when he saw it. It was like a child on christmas morning. His eyes lit up, and his mouth plates curved up into a smile. He reached out for the cube tenderly. It zapped him. He put his hands on the bottom of it firmly before clicking at the cube.
All at once, the cube folded in on itself, and we watched on in amazement as the cube folded into smaller cubes before all of them came together, forming a miniature version of itself. One that Bee could hold in one hand. One that even humans could hold. Without hesitation, he passed the cube down to me. I grinned as I took it, before winking at him.
Sam turned on Lennox.
"Do you have a plan?" He asked, somewhat frustrated. I nodded, agreeing with him in silence. Lennox grinned at us.
"Alright. Mission City is twenty-two miles away. We're going to sneak the cube into the city, and then hide it before the decepticons come. Then, we're going to air lift it into a more secure place. Thus taking it out of Sector Seven hands," He stated. At the ends of his statement, however, he glared at Simmons, who had been silently standing at the corner of the room the entire time. Simmons jaw clenched in anger as he looked to the side, and I couldn't help but stick my tongue out at him.
Bee nodded before transforming, suddenly a voice boomed from the interior of the car.
"I have com linked Optimus. The others are about two minutes away. We can meet up with them outside of the dam," It said, before the door opened. I quickly ran and got in the back seat, whilst Sam and Mikaela got in the front.
Tires squealing, we headed outside of the dam, with two military buggies containing the soldiers (whom had informed me that they were the only survivors of the Qatar base attack three months before) tailing us. We joined a deserted road, and the other autobots quickly placed themselves around us, like a protective barrier. We were en-route to Mission City within minutes, and unbeknownst to us at the time, en-route straight towards a battlefield.
This is the SECOND last chapter in this PREQUEL. I have actually written the final chapter, and will be uploading it today as well :) (Hopefully)
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