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Chapter 9
Will was usually rather good at being patient and most importantly not losing his head. He could always keep his calm in even the most situations. This was not one of them.
Between Epps' frequent calls and Sarah's lack of calls, he was slowly losing his mind. He needed to know what was going on in Arlington. Sarah not calling back sacred him more than he was willing to admit, because he couldn't think of a reason why she wouldn't, unless she couldn't…
Groaning again, Will tried to let those thoughts empty his head, but in the desert there was no distraction for him to take. He had to sit and deal with the pending thoughts that weren't going to allow him to think, eat, let alone sleep. It didn't help that a good distraction—Ironhide and Ratchet, we currently rolling across the desert scouting the land. He wished he had opted to go with them instead of staying behind. At least when they returned he could hook his slow laptop to Ratchet's spark, which could work as his own private wireless system to contact anyone around the world.
As the heat continued to burn into him, Will's mind went back to the last previous hours. It was moments like these that he wished he had stayed in Arlington, where at least he would know everything and have a better idea of how to move forward. Here in the sands of Israel, there were no answers for him.
An hour had not passed before Will heard the roars of engines far off. Soon he could see Ironhide and Ratchet racing through the desert advancing towards him. All patience leaving him he ran to meet the two autobots in the desert.
"No response, I assume," Ratchet said after he transformed and allowed Will to hook up his computer.
"None," Will answered. "It's just too odd, don't you agree?"
"It is indeed," Ratchet agreed. "Perhaps we should contact Prime and Sam. We have waited long enough."
He and Ironhide shared a look. The two of them both seemed to be worried about the same aspect of this issues—Mikaela. He was nervous of how to exactly break the news that his ex-girlfriend, who not too long ago, refused to see him had come to visit him in Arlington, and not only had he missed her, because he had missed her, she was now in the hands of some psychopath.
Ironhide groaned, "We might as well get it over with. Maybe if we tell Bee, he'll chill out."
"Not likely," Will said. His attention then returned to the computer. He hooked his phone into Ratchet's satellite system and instantly connected into his webcam.
"How about we try to get a hold of Fig," Will suggested as he called the number. Fig's voice was heard too many moments later. He sounded tired and out of breath.
"Will, I've got bad news," Fig started. "I got to the airport and Sarah wasn't there. So I figured I'd just rent a car. Got the car and checked by your house. It's been completely burnt down. There's nothing Will, I—I'm sorry."
Gravity pushed Will's body back into the sand as shock overtook his mind.
"—I'm at the police station right now," Fig continued. "Apparently Sarah told a group of officers that she knew how to get into Sam's offices at Hasbro. They went to go check it out, y'know see if they could find any tapes of who Joan had been with last. Well when they didn't come back hours later, another team went in. That team hasn't come back either."
"And the children," Ironhide asked.
"The officers said that Sarah came with no one else. I can't remember the babysitter's name—"
"Rachelle. Tell them to look for a Rachelle Guard. She's our babysitter," Will choked. "Okay, Fig, here's what I want you to do. After you've found Rachelle, go straight to the Pentagon and stay there. I'm going to get in contact with Prime and the other autobots. We're on our way home."
"Yes sir," Fig said before hanging up.
Will stood up and began throwing their things into bags.
"Ratchet I need you to make a call to the nearest Naval Base. We've got to get out of here," Will ordered.
"Will…" Ironhide interjected.
"We'll have to get Sideswipe, too," Will continued not hearing his guardian.
"Will…."
"I mean there's no way we can carry four, five autobots across the Atlantic…"
"WILL!" Ironhide roared.
"What is it, Ironhide?" Will yelled back.
"We have another priority to attend to!"
"What other priority? Did you not hear Fig? They have my kids! They have my wife!"
Ironhide grabbed the laptop and threw it in Will's direction. Although the screen cracked, allowing sand to mix in with the plasma, Will could clearly see the eleven digit phone number dialing.
"You aren't the only one who had loved ones taken," Ratchet reminded.
"Will? Will? What's going on? Talk to me!"
"Sam…" Will began, "pack your things. We're going home."
Getting home wasn't as easy as Will would have liked. To get out of the Middle East, Ironhide and Ratchet drove him to the Israeli Naval Base in Haifa, where two Shaldag class boats were waiting for them.
"They are the fastest we have," Sgan Aluf Dori Eliezer assured Will and Sam, nearly twelve hours later as they walked through the base to the ships.
"They're patrol boats," Sam growled under his breath.
"We understand the short notice and we are extremely grateful for your cooperation, Sgna Aluf Eliezer," Will said.
"It is our pleasure. Do not be dismayed Mr. Witwicky, despite their size, they will adequetly satisfy your time frame," Sgan Aluf Eliezer said. "Now if you will excuse me, I have other matters to attend to."
"Besides," Will added after Eliezer left, "the 'Bots will be in car form. That should lift the weight."
"Just because I turn into a camaro does not necessarily mean that I still weigh the same as a camaro," Bee reminded.
"Well buddy if you can lose a few pounds in the next five minutes, you're going to make our lives that much easier."
Nearly an hour later, Will, Sam and the rest of the Autobots were loaded onto the patrol ships and they had finally left the Naval Base.
"So once we get to Italy, we'll take a plane to London?" Sam asked.
"No, we're driving through. I don't think any Italian Airlines can put Bee into cargo," Will answered.
"How long?" Sam asked.
"The trip? It'll be about a twenty-four hour drive, if we're lucky. However I just got off the phone with Graham, he's got the green light for the shutdown of the English Tunnel. We've got our own personal train that'll take us right into London."
"And after London? We still have to get to the states somehow," Sam reminded.
"Well we do know one flying Autobot."
"Sideswipe? He's going to carry all of us?"
"No," Will answered. "But Prime did say that Sideswipe is in London to get some upgrades. They're trying to see how much storage we can put on him."
"And if that doesn't work?" Sam asked.
"Well there are those Queen Elizabeth class aircraft carriers that have just been waiting for an American test-run."
Sam cracked a small smile.
"But other than that," Will concluded, "we wait."
"You mean we let anxiety, anger and doubt enter our hearts and mind and let it eat us alive?"
Will paused for a moment remembering Sarah and his children.
"Yeah, that too."
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