A/N: Ok, so this is where S-7 is going to come in. Be warned: the humans will be complete afts. I cannot say that enough, but it will all help build the story. Also, what happens in this chapter will cause any doubt the Autobots had in Anna to be gone. They will no longer see her as a potential spy, but as a valued ally, and a new addition to their family. I do not own anything. Please R&R!
Thoughts/Flashbacks
Radio
Anna's POV
We all looked at each other before moving into the living room to see who it was. Well, I already knew it was Simmons so I guess only Sam and Mikaela went to see who it was. Anyway, when we got to the living room we saw Ron open the door. Simmons and some other agents stepped in the house. "Ronald Witkety?" He asked. "It's Witwicky. Who are you?" Ron asked.
Simmons flashed us his badge," We're government. Sector-7." "Never heard of it" Ron deadpanned. "Never will" Simmons shot back. "Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Witwiky, is he not?" Simmons asked. All of a sudden, Judy gasped. "Ron, there men in suits all around the house!" Well, after that statement Ron and Judy began to fuss about their yard. Judy was fussing over her plants while Ron was asking them to stay off the grass.
Finally, Simmons spotted us and asked Sam "How you doing son? Is your name Sam?"
"Yeah" Sam said uncertainty. I groaned internally, why did you just tell him who you were? Idiot. "I'm going to need you to come with us." Simmons said, taking a step toward us. "Woah, way out of line! You aren't taking my son anywhere!" Ron exclaimed, taking a step toward Simmons. "Sir, I am asking politely. Back off." Simmons warned. "You're not taking my son" Ron repeated. "Really? You want to get rough with us?" Simmons challenged.
"No, but I'm going to call the cops. There's something fishy going on here." Ron said.
"Yeah" Judy agreed. Don't you know that Sector-7 is higher ranked than local police? They're the NATIONAL police! "Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here" Simmons accused. Where'd he get Taco bell dog from? "What operation?" Ron asked. "That's what we're about to find out" Simmons said.
"I think direct contact" said an agent from beside Simmons. "Son?" "Yeah" Sam asked warily. "Step forward, please" He said, producing a little machines from inside his jacket. Simmons waved the machine in front of Sam and Mikaela and the thing beeped. Then, he walked over to me and waved it in front of me. My eyes widened behind my visor, Oh no! The machine will detect my armor! It'll think I'm an alien! I took a deep breath and kept calm. It's ok. Whatever they might do me, I'll survive it. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.
My attention was brought back to the room when the machine started to beep franticly. The needle and light blinked in rapid succession, before short circuiting. A small amount of steam rose up from the device, signaling it had overheated.
The room was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. The, Simmons smiled a victorious smile. "14 rads and off the chart. Bingo! Tag 'em and bag 'em!" Simmons turned and exited while the agents jumped us. Sam, Mikaela, Ron, and Judy were all cuffed and led to the cars. The agents didn't waste time any time being overly gentle with me.
I was roughly shoved into the back seat with Sam on my left and Mikaela on my right. Simmons got in the passenger seat while another agent drove. "So, uh… LadiesMan 217. That is your eBay username, right?" Simmons asked once we were on the road. Mikaela gave Sam a weird look. Sam looked embarrassed," Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it." I rolled my eyes, Sure Sam. Keep telling yourself that. "Well, what do you make of this?" Simmons asked, and held up another device. Seriously, does the government use all the people's tax money just so they can buy things to make the government look more badaft? I mean how many gadgets do these people carry on their person? Simmons pressed a button on it, and Sam's voice came out of the speaker.
"My name is Sam Witwicky, okay? And my, uh, car-" The recording shut off. "Is that you?" He asked us. I couldn't resist," Really? Really. The recording just stated that the caller was Sam Witwicky!" "Hey! I wasn't asking you young lady! If my suspicions are correct you'll get yours soon." He glared at me. Wow, was that supposed to be scary? I bristled at his tone, but kept quiet and just glared back. "Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan" Mikaela said. Simmons turned his attention back to Sam and Mikaela," Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me."
Sam squirmed uncomfortably in his seat," Well, here's what I said okay? Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen-" Sam was interrupted. "Tsk. Really?" Simmons said. "If you would shut up and listen, maybe you'll learn something" I sneered. Simmons glared at me and opened his mouth to say something, but it was Sam's turn to interrupt him. "From me, from my home, but its fine now because it's back! It came back!" "Well, not by itself" Mikaela said, shooting Sam a look. "Well, no" Sam said lamely. "Because cars don't do that because it would be crazy." She said.
I had to fight the urge to groan and face palm. You two are so bad at covering up slip ups. They all laughed. Sam and Mikaela in nervousness, and Simmons in disbelief. "That's funny. This is so funny. So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?" he asked, looking pointedly at me. I just raised an eyebrow at him, but he didn't see it because my visor covered the upper half of my face.
"Oh, you mean like a Martian? Like what, E.T? Pfft. No" Sam said, trying to brush it off. "It's urban legend" Mikaela said. "Yeah" Sam agreed. Simmons took out his badge and showed it to us again. "You see this? This is my I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it-badge. I'm going to lock you up forever." He threatened. Sam ad Mikaela fell silent for a few seconds, before Mikaela huffed. "Oh, God. You know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy because he's got to get back to guarding the mall." Simmons snapped his head around to glare at Mikaela the best he could, considering that we were in a car. "You, in the training bra, do not test me. Especially with your daddy's parole coming up."
"What? Prole?" Sam asked, looking at Mikaela. "It's nothing" Mikaela said, sinking back into her seat. Simmons snorted, "Oh, grand auto theft, that ain't nothing?" Mikaela shifted in her seat uneasily, "You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they-they weren't always his." Sam looked at Mikaela," You stole cars?" "Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter so sometimes he had to take me along." Simmons was just observing the exchange between Mikaela and Sam with a smug smile. "She's got her own juvenile record to prove it! She's a criminal. Criminals are hot! Well, that'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life. It's time to talk!" He shouted at us. I bristled, and my eyes started to glow red behind my visor. Mistake 1.
You see, when I get really angry, my eyes star to glow red. I don't know why, it just does. I may not like humans, but Mikaela and the humans in the movies, minus the government, are ok. Besides, I feel sorry for her when she finds out that Sam had cheated on her with Alice.
Suddenly, the machine next to me started to beep and flash franticly. The car crashed into something and the driver swerved. The car was filled with shouting as the car was picked up. Sam was shouting at us to shift our weight to the front while the agents were shouting about it being big. The car rocked back and forth, before the roof finally broke away from the rest of the car. We landed and looked up to see Optimus with his headlights on and pointing them at us. He turned the lights off and threw the roof of the car away.
Sam leaned forward and said with a smug face," You a-holes are in trouble now. Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend… Optimus Prime." Several agents that were in the cars behind us surrounded our car and pointed guns at Optimus. Optimus growled, "Taking the children was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons." Optimus stepped back as the rest of the autobots appeared and pointed their weapons at us. "Freeze" Ironhide growled. "Give me those" Jazz growled. He used some sort of magnetic field disruptor to take the agents' weapons. Mistake 2, I thought as Jazz subspaced the weapons.
Optimus got down on his knees and studied Simmons, who had his hand raised in the universal 'I surrender' message since the car crashed. "Hi there" Simmons said, and waved awkwardly. "You don't seem afraid, Are you not surprised to see us?" Optimus asked. "Look, there are S7… protocols… okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I- can't communicate with you." Simmons said. That didn't seem to please Optimus, since he growled," get out of the car." Simmons looked behind him, "All right. All right. Me? You want me to-" "NOW!" Optimus barked.
Simmons jumped, and we all started to get out. Mikaela already had her cuffs off and was working on Sam's. "So, you're good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?" Sam said. I frowned and walked over to where they were. Before Mikaela could respond, I smacked Sam on the back of the head none too gently. "Ow! Hey!" Sam said, turning to glare at me. I just huffed and crossed my arms. "It's not Mikaela's fault that she has a record Samuel. She has one because she wouldn't turn her father in. You have no right to judge her when you live a perfect life, free of sacrifice." Sam fell silent, processing my words. Mikaela got his cuffs off, and he turned to her. "She's right. Sorry Mikaela." He said. Mikaela nodded, then moved over to me. "Wow, how'd you get your cuffs off?" I looked at her, "Same way you did. Why do you think I was so quiet in the car for most of the ride? I'm just practicing though, it took my two tries." Sam marched up to Simmons," Where's Sector 7? Answer me." He demanded. I raised an eyebrow, apparently he forgot I already know all this. "I'm the one who askes the questions around here, not you young man!" Simmons said.
"How'd you know about the aliens?" Mikaela demanded, standing next to Sam. "Where'd you take my parents?" Sam asked. "I'm not at liberty to discuss- hey! You touch me, that's a federal offense" Simmons threatened as Sam reached into his jacket and took out his badge. "Do-whatever-you-want-and-get-away-with-it badge, right?" Sam mocked. "Yeah. Brave all of a sudden, with his big alien friend standing over there." "Aww, what's the matter Simmons? Don't like the taste of your own medicine?" I taunted. "Shut your mouth, alien! How did you know my name?" Simmons spat at me. The autobots all bristled at his tone. Ironhide whirled his cannons, "Spy or not, that is no way to speak to a femmen!"
I walked over to Simmons and put my face inches from his," You don't scare me Simmons. I know that your full designation is Seymour Simmons. Your S7 base is the Hoover dam, and there you are in possession of the allspark cube and NBE-"
Smack!
I just stood there, frozen. Had- did Simmons really just do that?! I heard Mikaela gasp and the autobots' engines all revved. Simmons had just slapped me. That. Was. It! I felt my rage burning in my core, begging to be released. He deserves to pay. Pay for hitting on Mikaela and exposing her secrete, pay for even daring to point a gun at the autobots, and he deserves to pay for what he will do to Bumblebee.
My visor glowed a blood red, and I turned my back to him. I slowly walked away from him a few paces, then I whirled around and swung my leg up. Bullseye. Simmons' face contorted in pain, and he clutched at his….well. He crumpled to the ground, holing his damaged goods. Sam and all the other mechs winced at the force of my kick. Mikaela just whistled in admiration.
"Nice kick" she told me. I took a few deep breaths, and my visor went from a blood red to a dull raspberry, before fading completely to black. "Thanks. Shame that wasn't even my hardest either." I said. We all heard an electronic squeal, and turned around to see Bumblebee fumbling with the clasps on his sodpiece. A plastic cup fell near Simmons, before liquid flowed out and onto Simmons, who was just starting to get up.
"Ey! Hey! Get that thing to stop, huh?" Simmons said. Optimus slowed Bumblebee to do his thing for a few more seconds before he said," Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man." He tried to make his voice sound serious, but we could all hear the laughter he was holding back.
Mikaela stopped laughing and stepped in front of the now wet Simmons. "All right tough guy, take it off" she ordered. "What are you talking about?" Simmons asked, eyeing me with caution as I stepped next to Mikaela. 'Your clothes, all of it, off." Mikaela said. Woah, she's ticked! "For what?" Simmons asks, but starts stripping. "For threatening my dad and for slapping Anna." "Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life. You're a criminal. Uh huh. Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool. And you!" He turned to glare at me. "You have a date with some scientists after this is over, alien!" He was now standing in an undershirt and Hawaiian boxers.
"Why do you think I'm an alien?!" I asked, fed up with his crap. "Do you think I'm stupid?" "Yes, I do." I deadpanned. He glared at me for interrupting him, honestly his glares aren't very intimidating. "That, was a rhetorical question. I saw how the machine reacted when he" Simmons pointed up at Optimus," approached the car. His readings were similar to yours, but you were more powerful. So if you're not an alien, then please enlighten me on why our machine reacted to you the same way." He finished with a smug look.
"First, never point your finger at Optimus like that again. He is a Prime and should be respected for the rank he hold. Second, wipe the smug look off your face before I wipe the floor with it." Simmons dropped the smug look, and replaced it with a frown. "Second, I'm NOT an alien. Your scanners picked up the Cybertronian technology I carry around. And no Simmons, you will never get your servos on it, and pray you never see it. Third, thoses are nice."
Mikaela smirked at my last comment," Now back behind the pole" she ordered. Simmons moved back to the pole and Mikaela cuffed him to it. "This is such a felony, what they're doing" an agent next to Simmons muttered. "I will hunt you down", Simmons threatened. "He'll hunt you down" the agent repeated. "Without any remorse!" Simmons warned. "No remorse" the agent repeated, yet again.
I whirled around, my visor starting to glow a raspberry red. All this crap is why Bumblebee gets captured! I snarled, "Shut up, before I rip out our vocal cords and make you eat them, so help me Primus!" That shut the guy up pretty fast. "Wow, Anna. You sure know how to be scary" Sam told me, shifting away from me slightly. "Only when I have to be" I said, my visor fading back to black.
"Optimus! Incoming!" several helicopters were coming our way. Ironhide punched the ground with his fist and released a sonic wave from his hand. Ironhide, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and Jazz all transformed and drove off. "Up you get" Optimus said, offering us his hand. Sam, Mikaela, and I climbed on. We all gripped one of Optimus' digits to keep our balance on his hand as Optimus ran from the helicopters.
"Easy, you three" Optimus mutter to us. Optimus had squeezed under a bridge to hide when the helicopters came too close. Sam and Mikaela were climbing onto his shoulder plates to see better, while I stayed in his hand. When the helicopter had passed over us, Optimus came out of his hiding place to find a better, more comfortable one. When Optimus started to run, Sam and Mikaela had to grab onto his smokestacks to avoid falling off.
I was looking around, trying to spot the bride that the autobots would be under when Bumblebee got captured. Finally, I spotted it, and apparently so did Optimus because he started for it. Right on cue, I heard Sam and Mikaela screaming. I looked up and saw Mikaela dangling off Prime's shoulder, Sam was grasping her hand and trying to pull her up. "No! No! No, Sam! Sam, don't! I'm slipping! I'm slipping!" Mikaela screamed. Sam tried to pull her up, but because Mikaela was pulling him down they both fell off Prime's shoulder.
I did a back flip off of Prime's servo and engaged my armor. As it transformed around me, I grabbed Sam and Mikaela and turned them so I would be cushioning their fall. I grunted as we hit the ground, the concrete cracking under our combined weight, or just my weight because I had disengaged my gravity manipulator. I roughly shoved the two teenagers off of me. "What are you waiting for? Run!" I told them after re-engaging my gravity manipulator. We all started to run to catch up with Optimus, who for some reason had left us after he made sure we survived the fall.
We heard a honk, and Bumblebee pulled up next to us. "Get in! Get in!" Sam said, and we all piled into Bee. However, we didn't make it far before we were surrounded by multiple black vans. I disengaged my armor before climbing out of Bee, along with Sam and Mikaela. Once we were clear, Bumblebee transformed into his bi-pedal mode.
The black vans formed a semi-circle in front of us, and several agents climbed out. They all pointed guns at us, and we all got down on the round. As they handcuffed us, several helicopters came and shot cables at Bumblebee. They caught his wrist, legs, and one even got around his throat. He fell, and that's when more agents started to spray dry ice gas on him, freezing his gears. His cries of pain filled our ears.
"No! Stop! Stop!" Sam screamed, "Look, he's not fighting back!" We were being led to one of the vans, when Simmons walked up to us. "Happy to see me?" he asked smugly "Get fragged" I told him. My visor was glowing such a bright red it was lighting up the night. I. Was. Slagged. Off. Before Simmons could answer, I jerked my head back. The back of my head smashed into the agent's face behind me, more precisely his nose.
He let go of me, cradling his bleeding, and quite possibly broken, nose. I then turned my glowing glare to Simmons, who nearly tripped over his own feet from backing up so quickly. I delivered a round house kick to the agent holding Mikaela. Then, I took care of Sam's agent. "Get her!" Simmons shouted, and sever agents ran towards us. "Mikaela, I hope your cuffs are off already. Cause I could really use my hands". I felt her fumbling with my cuffs.
The agents would reach us in a matter of seconds. "Mikaela" I said, more urgently. I heard a click, and the cuffs went slack. "Thanks" I said. I ran to meet the agents. Taking them down with swift punches in the faces and kicks to the groin. 10 down. I saw more agents coming toward me, Round 2. I ran over to Sam and Mikaela. "Nice moves" they said. "Thanks-but-not-now. You-guys-have-to-get-over-to-the-autobots. They're-over-hiding-under-a-bridge. I'll-beat-the-agents-free-Bumblebee-then-join-you." I told them. They just stared at me, ok guess I shouldn't have talked so fast, but hey I was stressed and Slagged off okay?! I looked behind us, and saw the agents running toward us, some loading guns. My eyes widened, guns?! They're trying to kill us?! "Wha-what did you say?" Sam asked. I huffed angrily, and pushed them down just as some shots whizzed in our direction. Then, I pulled them up and dragged them behind one of the vans.
"What the-They're shooting at us?!" Sam asked? "Listen. You. Autobots. Bridge." I pointed in the direction of the bridge. "Me. Get Bumblebee. Join you later." I said. More bullets shot past us, and we all ducked and covered. "Got that? Good. Go!" I shouted. "What, what?!" Sam asked. But Mikaela, bless her spark, grabbed Sam's hand and pulled him along in the direct that I pointed.
I took a deep breath, then engaged my armor. Thank you Solus for making my armor bullet proof. I stepped out from behind the car and just walked leisurely toward the agents, their bullets bouncing harmlessly off my armor plating. I walked up to one agent, and crushed his gun in my hand. The agent's eyes went wide, but before he could anything I punch him in the side of the head. Lights out, I turned to the other agents. They all pulled his guns and started firing at me. I lifted my arm to protect my optics, since most of the bullets were aimed in that area.
I growled, then delivered a series of fast kicks and punches. Once those agents were down I jogged over to the agents who were freezing Bumblebee. Some of the agents turned their dry ice gas on me. I hissed, and froze in my tracks (Ha, pun XD). My systems could stand up to a certain temperature, but if all those agents turned their guns on me at the same time….well. If they could take down Bee, they definitely could take me down.
"She doesn't like the cold too. Freeze her!" Now all the agents were turning their guns on me. My armor was getting really cold inside. Some of the agents were stupid enough to stand in my way, so I just knock them away. Eventually, I got to Bumblebee and started to rip the cables away. I freed one of the cables snaring his arm, but more bullets rang out. I stood protectively in front of Bee's face. "Get the rest of the cables off." I told him. He nodded and began to rip away the cables on his neck and legs. I jumped down and started to take out more of the agents.
Primus, how many are there? They just kept coming! Off in the distance, I saw more vans and helicopters coming our way. I huffed in frustration. "Okay, we have to go now!" I took out my sword and slashed the remaining cables away from Bee. Now freed, he stood up, gears creaking and groaning from the ice still on them. He cupped his hand in front of my, shielding m from more bullets. He clicked at me questionly, offering me his other hand. I shook my head, my armor protecting my face, along with my visor, sliding away so I could look him in the optics.
"No. You need to get to the all spark. Don't worry about me. My job is protect you guys, and that's what I'm going to do." The plates and visor slid back over my face, and I moved to step around his hand, but was stopped by Bee again. Take the very heart from my chest… Lord please, don't take the girl I huffed, I enjoy the thought but I don't have time for this! I opened a hidden compartment in my outer left thigh platting and took out a knife. I handed it to Bee," Here take this. This is a very special knife. I need you to keep it for me, and give it back to when we meet again. Now, get to Hover Dam and get that Allspark." Then, I ran around his hand and engaged the agents. I looked behind me and saw a black and yellow Camero driving away in the direction of the bridge.
I smirked behind my helmet, good bot. "Ugh" I grunted, when I felt the butt of a gun slam into the side of my head. Yes. My helmet cushioned the blow, but I was still caught off guard. Then, all the agents that were spraying Bee with the freezing gas started to spray me! As they were spraying me, multiple agents moved in to engage me in hand-to-hand again. Because of the freezing cold gas freezing me and obscuring my vision, my reaction time was slow. I grunted as all the agents delivered multiple blows at me. I managed to get in a few lucky blows, and hit the agents with the handle of the blade, but I was tiring. The cold was getting to me.
My armor started to creak and groan, just like Bumblebee's did. A layer of ice was forming between the plates of my armor. The cold was so intense that I was getting freezer burn inside of the armor. I hurt to move my arms and legs. The platting on my arms and legs weren't as thick as the platting on my front and back. I jumped and did a back flip, kicking one of the agents in the face in the process. When I laded, I was suddenly tackled from behind and felt a weight on top of me.
I squirmed, trying to throw whoever was on my back off, but a surprisingly strong blow to the back of my head made me stop, leaving me dazed. Turns out, as one of the agents sat on me, three others walked up. When I started trying to throw off the agent on my back, they all slammed the barrel or butt of their gun to the back of my head. By then, I was beat both literally and physically.
I went slack under the agent, letting them know I was done. I was cuffed, again, and dragged to my feet. I was forced to walk toward Simmons and the waiting vans. I winced, the armor plating rubbing against my already stinging burns. Once in front of Simmons, the agents behind me kicked the back of my knees so I was kneeling in front of him. Simmons bent down and took my chin in his hand, turning my head side to side. "Take a picture, it'll last longer" I spit out at him. He stopped examining my helmet and let go of my chin. He stood up. "Deactivate the armor." He ordered. "Kinda hard to do with cuffs on" I told him. He glared at me," those cuffs are not coming off young lady." "Then neither is the armor." I said. "Sir, if I may" the agent behind me spoke up. I turned my head the best I could to look at him. He was the same agent that was acting as Simmon's personal echo.
"What?!" Simmons asked. "Just let her take the helmet off" he said. His eyes relying what he really meant. Once the helmet was off, it would be easier to knock her out, or kill her. Simmons nodded, "You heard him." I was in no position to refuse, so I relented. I sent the command, and the plating covering my face slid away but my visor stayed. Simmons was washed in a glow of bright red. He reached forward, moving to take off my visor. Snarling, I bit at him and he pulled back. My visor was what allowed me to send mental command to my armor. Take that away and I would have to manually activate the armor by pressing the glowing button my chest. Told you my armor had flaws. It was his turn to snarl, and he raised his hand.
This slap was a lot stronger than the previous on. My visor came flying off, and skidded off somewhere into the dark. I kept my head down, my black hair hiding my face from him. I blinked the involuntary tears from my eyes, and slowly raised my head. The agents all gasped, and the one holding on to me tightened his grip. "You're not an alien, you're some kind of demon" Simmons whispered. My eyes were completely red, no trace of white or the gray of irises could be seen. I looked behind Simmons, and saw the autobots, Sam, and Mikaela watching us. The autobots' face plates were contorted in a kind of…..I don't know really. Regret? Pity? Maybe realization? Definitely rage. Sam and Mikaela's faces even had a look of awe.
I returned my gaze back to Simmons, so he wouldn't get suspicious and look behind him. Simmons apparently got over his shock, because a grin appeared on his face. "Boys, we're about to find out if aliens and demons really do exist. Tag her and bag her!" He turned and began to walk to one of the vans.
I tried to struggle, but winced when that only resulted in my armor rubbing against my burns. I felt a presence behind me and turned…to meet a swinging gun barrel half way. The barrel crashed into my temple, and I fell. The agents that was holding me must have let go. I collapsed on the concrete, my face plates sliding back over my face automatically. My computer beeped something…..
Lock down initiated in 5…4…3…2…1
The last thing I saw before I blacked out, were the autobots starring at the scene with expressions of helplessness and Mikaela covering her mouth in horror with tears running down her face.
