Chapter 9- Introducing: Megsie!
Wow, it's been a while! Sorry I've kinda… neglected the story for a while. But I had to babysit my little brother, Jennifur (just kidding; his name isn't Jennifur) and my grandma's going crazy and just… A lot's been going on. Plus, I think there's something wrong with my shift button the keyboard. Any who, here's the next chapter. Spade, if you would.
Spade: The following warnings include universal, sexual references, the usual.
Me: Enjoy young buttercups! And please forgive me for the "INSERT LINE HERE" things. I always mean to put the lines there, but sometimes I forget.
A scream tore at my throat. Gunshots sounded and the air was freezing. I struggled against the man holding me, but he wouldn't budge. They were taking my friend. My little, yellow, friend. My brother and his future girlfriend. And the leader just watched? Maybe, hopefully, they have a plan. The man hauled me up and dragged me away. Sam looked at me, frowning. His mouth opened, shouting desperate calls, calls that fell on deaf ears. I wasn't paying attention to him. I paid attention to the adorable, innocent Camaro that they were dragging away. Our Camaro… Bumblebee… He was like my brother and they were dragging him away. Once again, my attention went to Sam.
"Spade!" he called out. I shut my eyes, squeezing them tightly together. What would they do with my family?
"Spade!" Mikaela repeated his action. What would they do to Bumblebee?
"Spade!" What would they do to me?
"Spade! Jesus Christ, wake up!" someone yelled. My eyes shot open and I gasped. For some reason, I felt extremely warm. I put my hand on my forehead and felt sweat. Grimacing, I squinted at the person that called me. It was hard to see, since the sun was right behind them. He handed me some sunglasses to put on. Thankfully taking them, I put them on to see Sam, Mikaela, and two other people that I didn't know looking at me worriedly.
"What happened?" I groaned. My voice was scratchy. "Did I die? Is this what heaven looks like?" I looked around and pulled a face. "Because it's not that impressive."
Sam rolled his eyes. "You had a nightmare, now would ya get out of the helicopter? They're waiting on us," he said impatiently.
"Who's they?" I asked. He pointed at the two people I didn't know and a bunch of random government guys. I bared my teeth in a snarl. These assholes took my car. These assholes arrested me. These assholes probably just took away my future. "Where are we, Samuel?" I growled.
"Hoover Dam. Don't ask why because none of us know. But we have a good idea. This is Maggie," he replied, gesturing to the blonde. She was beautiful, but looked just as stressed as her friend. Her hair was curly and fell down her back. She smiled at me and waved. "And this is Glen," he continued, gesturing to the man standing next to her. His belly was big and looked ready to throw up. Maybe he hates helicopters. "We talked on the way here and they have something in common with us."
"They came in contact with giant alien robots?" I guessed.
"Sure did. Maggie's an analyst at the Pentagon and Glen's a hacker," he replied.
"Oh. Well, I'm Spade in case you didn't…" I trailed off. "Why am I the only one wearing sunglasses?"
"You have the sensitivity issues," he smirked.
I exhaled loudly. Then, I finally proceeded to exit the helicopter. A few government guys led us to an entrance to the dam. As we walked, all of us took a look at the structure. It was amazing and the view was beautiful. The water behind it was glimmering in the sunlight. Maggie and I walked over to the edge and looked down. Since heights didn't bother me, looking down was breeze. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the little Decepticon that we saw with the cop car sliding down the wall. I tilted my head in confusion and almost laughed at the sight.
"Have fun!" I shouted at him. He looked at me and hit a pipe. Ouch. That had to hurt.
I pulled back from the edge so I wouldn't share the same fate and almost pounced when I saw who was in front of me. Simmons, one of the government guys, was standing there, smirking as if he'd just won the Asshole of the Year prize for the 40th time in a row. I glared as Sam and Mikaela made their way over to me and blocked Simmons. A smart move, if you ask me. Had they not done so, then I would've attempted murder. Since we were standing on a dam, I could make it look like suicide.
"Hey kids. Listen, I think we got off to a bad start yesterday. You must be hungry. You want a latte, hoho, double venti macchiato?" he said casually. His hand clasped Sam's shoulder. It was close enough for me to bite. I leaned my head in closer, watching him. Then, I bit down as hard as possible on his hand. He yelped, pulled his hand back, and clasped it in pain. I think I made it bleed. "You have caused me enough pain, you little trouble maker! I was trying to be nice!" he yelled. The man standing next to him turned his head, I guess trying to keep his laughter in. Mikaela, Glen, and Maggie giggled while Sam smirked.
"You arrested me, took our car, and yet you expect me to accept your niceness that easily?!" I screeched.
"Where's our car?" Sam and I asked in unison. I read his name tag and saw the name Banachek. He stepped forward and his serious mode activated.
"Son, young lady, I need to listen to me very carefully. People can die here. We to know everything you know and we need to know it now," he said. His voice held urgency, but I still wasn't willing to talk.
"Okay," Sam said. I frowned. "But first we'll take our car, our parents… maybe you should write that down. Oh, and her juvie record. That's gotta be gone… like forever." Much better. Mikaela brought her head up and looked at Sam in surprise. Banachek and Simmons, who had finally stopped screaming, stared at him for a while. Finally, Banachek spoke. He must've agreed to the conditions.
"Come with me. We'll talk about your car," he said. The three of us grinned and began to walk off.
"Thank you," Mikaela said to Sam. She then turned to me. "And Spade?" I looked at her. "You are a true hell spawn."
I smirked. "Damn straight."
Simmons and Banachek led us to the lower, hidden levels of the dam. Some military soldiers followed us, looking around the dam. I stopped, puzzled by this and walked back to the two in front.
"Hi," I said. They looked at me. One of them was a bald, African American. The other was Caucasian with short, slightly spiky hair. The latter smiled at me and held out his hand.
"Hi. I'm Captain Lennox. This is Sergeant Epps," he said. I smiled back and shook the hand.
"But you can call us Lennox and Epps," the former said.
"I'm gonna guess that you guys are here because you almost got your asses blown off by giant alien robots," I said. They laughed a little.
"That's correct!"
"Welcome to the club. We have donuts here," I said. They laughed harder at this. I make everyone laugh, don't I? "The guy up there with the hat and the sunglasses is an asshole, so be careful. It might rub off on you. That would be tragic." Then I turned and jogged back to my crew. As I did, I heard several bouts of laughter from the Lennox, Epps, and a few more soldiers. When I reached the others, they looked at me questioningly.
"Spade?" Maggie drawled.
I grinned. "Yes mother?" Glen and Sam snickered.
"What did you do?"
"Nothing!" I replied innocently. "Just bringing about happy bouts of joy and mirth into the lives of random people that aren't a part of the government! What I always do!"
She shook her head and sighed. "They're in the military. They are part of the government."
"Well," I said dumbly. "Damn."
Simmons decided to speak up. "Okay, so you've all had contact with the NBEs."
"NBEs?" Epps asked.
"Non-biological extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms," he replied.
"What you're about to see is totally classified!" Banachek said. Here we go with the classified and the top secret and whatnot. An older man wearing a business suit looked up in astonishment, as everyone else did.
"Dear God. What is this?" business suit guy asked.
"We think that when he made his approach over the North Pole our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry and crashed into the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934," Banachek said.
"We call him NBE-1," Simmons pitched in.
"Introducing: Megsie!" I said. Everyone looked at me oddly.
"Spade, who the hell is Megsie?" Sam asked. I pointed at the Cybertronian in front of me. Megatron's mouth was open in a roar that he didn't get to finish and the rest of his body was frozen. His red eyes were dull. "His name is Megatron."
"But I'm calling him Megsie," I replied stubbornly. "And Simmons?" He looked at me with fear in his eyes. Excellent. "I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but that's Megatron. You can call him Megsie if you'd like. He's the leader of the Decepticons."
"He's been in cryo-stasis since 1935. Your great-great grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind," said Banachek.
"Fact is you're looking at the source of modern age. Microchip, spaceflight, cars- all reverse engineered by studying him. NBE-1. That's what we call it," Simmons said, getting into my face. I looked at him warningly, crossing my arms.
"You know, most people say they don't bite. But I do. And I think your hand knows that already," I growled. He scowled at me and backed up.
"And you didn't think that the United States Military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" business suit guy exclaimed. Getting tired of calling him that, I walked closer to him and looked at his nametag. Secretary of Defense, John Keller, eh?
"Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security."
"Well, you got one now!"
"So why Earth?" Lennox asked.
"It's the Allspark," Sam replied.
"Allspark? What is that?" a confused Keller questioned.
"Well, they came here looking for some sort of cube looking thing. Anyway, Mr. NBE-1 here, AKA Megatron," Sam glared at Simmons. "that's what they call him, who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan."
"Are you sure about that?" Banachek asked.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. You guys know where it is, don't you?"
Banachek and Simmons shared a brief glance before leading us to the Allspark. Two birds with one stone! "Follow me." He took us all to a room that had a view of the entire area. The Allspark was amazing and it was much bigger than I thought. Hieroglyphics covered the entire cube, giving it an alien look. Several workers were studying it up close and large wires extended from it. I tuned out of the explanation and stared at the Allspark. I was pretty sure the thing was taller than Megatron because Megatron was taller than Optimus. Thinking about Optimus made me think about Bumblebee. I sighed, hoping that he was okay.
"… four football fields of thick concrete prevents detection from anyone or any alien species on the outside."
"Wait, back up. You said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?" Maggie asked.
"Good question," said Banachek. Once again, we were led to another room.
The room we arrived in had a large box with a blue light illuminating it in the center. There were several large wires coming out of the top of it. For a minute there, my claustrophobia was about to kick in. The room was cramped enough without everyone inside.
"Please, step inside. They have to lock us in," Banachek said. Epps looked at the wall and saw large scratches running down it. He gasped and took a few steps back.
"What's that? Freddy Krueger been up in here or somethin'?" he asked. Glen came up beside him.
"Oh, no man. Freddy Krueger had four blades. That's only three, that's Wolverine!" he laughed, making a clawing sound. "Right that's Wolverine!"
"That's very funny," Simmons said. His voice was deadpan and he looked unamused. Killjoy. I walked over and put my hand on Glen's shoulder.
"I thought it was funny, Glen," I said. He smiled and walked back to the box.
"Anybody got a Blackberry, key alarm, cell phone?" Simmons asked.
"I got a phone," Glen said, tossing it to Simmons.
"Ugh, Nokia's are real nasty. You gotta respect the Japanese. They know they know the way of the samurai," he said. I looked at him like was the biggest idiot in the world. Well…
"That... that has nothing to do with anything. Nokia's from Finland," I retorted.
"Yes, but you know he's strange. He's a little strange," Keller whispered. I snickered and crossed my arms over my chest.
"We're able to the energy from the Cube and funnel it into that box," Simmons said. All of us put on the goggles that we were given. They looked ridiculous to me, but safety first, right?
Simmons pulled down a lever. Suddenly, the gun-like thing aimed at Glen's phone. Energy shot out of it, causing the phone to bounce. Then, it transformed into a little spider bot. Its eyes were red and dangerous, but it still looked a little adorable. It spoke gibberish before pulling out its miniature weapons and aiming them at all of us. Small cannons and fire blasts pelted the box, putting little cracks and holes in it.
"Aw, he's so cute! Can I keep him?" I exclaimed. Yes, I wanted to keep the thing. He was adorable! Maybe it'll like me!
"That thing is freaky!" Maggie yelled.
"Kinda like the itty bitty Energizer bunny from hell, huh?" Simmons groaned. "He's breaking the box." He pushed a button and a bright light flashed in the box. When the light faded, a dead 'Con was left in its wake.
"You killed it!" I yelled. "It was innocent, Asshole of the Year!"
He opened his mouth to say something, but Sam stopped him. "It's not worth it." Suddenly, the entire room shook.
"Gentlemen, they know the Cube is here," Keller said. Uh-oh.
Banachek pressed a button on a communicator. "Banachek, what's going on?"
"We've lost power to the NBE-1 chamber…"
"What?!"
"And the backup generator, it's just not gonna cut it."
"Do you have an arms room?" Lennox asked. There's a battle ahead of us. But to win we needed Bumblebee back.
Panic caused a knot to form in my stomach. They would try to kill us. What if they won? What if they lost but somebody died? What if an Autobot died? What if Optimus died?! Pause. Rewind. What?
The soldiers of the military and Sector Seven began to arm their weapons while Sam, Mikaela, and I watched from the side.
"40 millimeter sabot rounds on that table!" someone called out. The building shook again, paralyzing us with fear. Simmons dropped his bullet. Sam strode over to him.
"You have to take me to my car." Simmons ignored him. "You have to take me to my car, he's gonna know what to do with the cube."
"Your car? It's confiscated," Simmons said. He showed no interest in what Sam had to say.
"Then un-confiscate it," he pressed on.
"We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!" he finally yelled.
"You don't know!"
"Maybe you know but I don't know!"
"You just wanna wait here and see what happens? Nobody cares what you don't know!" I hissed.
"I have people's lives at stake here, young lady!"
Suddenly, Lennox rushed over to Simmons and slammed him into one of the Sector Seven vehicles.
"Take him to his car!" he growled. A member of Sector Seven pulled out his gun, causing Lennox to do the same. "Drop it." Another soldier from the military brought his gun out but used his in an entirely different way. He slammed into other people with Simmons. Epps took the butt of his gun and knocked it into someone's face.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Banachek said.
"Drop your weapon, soldier," Simmons said. "There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?"
"I would," I said. He glared at me briefly before turning his attention back to Lennox.
"You know, we didn't ask to be here," Lennox panted.
"I'm warning you under S-7 jurisdiction."
"S-7 don't exist," Epps snapped.
"Right and we don't take orders from people that don't exist," Lennox said, bringing his attention back to the man he held against the vehicle. His gun was still pointing at another Sector Seven guy.
"I'm gonna count to five," Simmons said. Lennox took the gun and aimed it at Simmons's chest.
"Well, I'm gonna count to three." There was silence. All you could hear were the sounds of panting. "Hmm?"
"You know, I really like this guy."
"Simmons?" Keller spoke.
"Yes sir?"
"I'd do what he says. Losing's really not an option for these guys." There was another silence before Simmons shook his head.
"Alright. Okay. Hey, you wanna lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool!"
It's not much, but it's somethin'! See you guys later! And I might update Obsession tomorrow. Might. As in there's a %51 that I won't.
Denali Prime out!
