Chapter 8: Be Careful What You Wish For!
The bell of my alarm clock sounded through the tiny Philadelphia apartment. It was sparse with the barest of necessities, the best way to describe it would be "I just graduated and have too many bills to own a couch." As the alarm continued to chime the thick quilts mounded on the bed started to move. As if struggling to come alive the mound wobbled, and soon my arm shot out to the bedside table the grasping and reaching until finally it found the clock and pulled it beneath the covers. All was quiet for a time, until a I emerged from beneath the quilt. My jet black curled hair on sloppily in my face drawing more attention to my copper skin, from behind the pearls of my hair my eyes seen to be a deep piercing green. Physically I am well toned and of about average height.
Standing up I walked over to my door there hung a grey suit with a white dress shirt to match. I grabbed hold of its hangar and briskly walked into the bathroom. Only a few moments later I emerged, my curls now slicked back and straight, a blue tie tightly fastened around my neck. Straighten the collar of my suit I picked up the briefcase on the floor and began to walk out of the apartment, as I passed the kitchen I grabbed an apple from the counter and continued out the door.
30 minutes later…
After arriving at my place of work taking the elevator up, I stood silently as the elevator rose was only my thoughts. You know growing up I always wanted to work for the government, well you know like Maxwell Smart from the show "Get Smart". Travelling the world and saving it all in time for dinner. For some reason I never let that dream go.
The elevator dinged as it reached the fifth floor, the door slid open. Quietly exiting, making my way past several cubicles and people before reaching one with my name on a plate; Derek Smith. It sat as it always has at the corner of my desk. To put it simply I work for the government, and this cubicle is my adventure. Letting out a sigh as I saw a large amount of mail and files waiting for my approval, disapproval or in need of a simple correction. Sitting down and got straight to work.
This is my job, I go over budgets and requests from agents in the field. Sometimes I get to see some top-secret stuff but it is normally requisition forms and bureaucratic bull. I have managed to make some interesting connections overseas, thanks to my linguistic skills. However this is how my days typically go I fill out and file away forms. After an hour the coffee guy finally brings me cold coffee, lunch is a couple of energy bars. More paperwork and the occasional angry phone call to an agent who tried to slip a brothel receipt in with his work claims. Don't get me wrong what I do is important and someone has to do it. I just wish I was a field agent, though even if I'm no Maxwell Smart at least a little adventure wouldn't hurt.
Three days later…
You know they say "Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it", and boy did I ever get it.
I found myself sitting with five others who worked alongside me. All of them sat confused and looking at each other, I have course was no exception to this. We all sat in on if the meeting rooms, we had each been escorted in by an Air Force offices and told to wait. An armed guard stood outside the door. This was enough to make anyone more than a little uncomfortable.
Soon I an older man tromped into the room, his short cut hair was white and he had a bristly short beard. "I am Gen. Samuel Hackett. Now let's get straight to the point. I need a volunteer."
The six of us looked confusedly looked at each other until one of the them finally asked, "for what Sir?"
"Classified. That information will only be given to whomever volunteers on route." The room went to an eerie silence, can someone volunteer for something if they don't know what it is? "You have each been selected after careful consideration. You each scored among the top 10 in all of your written examinations as well as physical scores ranging from militaristic to acrobatics. Perhaps the most important part is that you each speak at least six different languages." The general surveyed us, "also to be clear we are not leaving this room without a volunteer."
"Those are virtually all parameters for field…" I thought to myself as a with the general's words sink in. As I glanced around the room it looked as though one of my colleagues was about to speak, this is not a chance I wanted to let slip by. In my haste my hand shot up as I stood up bumping the table and forgetting my own volume, "I'll do it!" Immediately I felt my face heated up as a stared back at the Gen.'s shocked face. It would seem he was respecting me to yell at him neither was I for that matter. I could feel the throbbing of pain in the area I had hit table when I stood up so suddenly. And as if all that was not piercing enough I could feel the eyes of my peers burrowing through me.
As you moments felt like hours however it wasn't long before the general was heartily laughing, "I like the enthusiasm. He is definitely going to like you." Looking to the others began to speak, "you may go." At first it seemed confused but quickly decided it was their best interest to leave. "What's your name?"
" Smith Sir."
"Well Derek, you mind calling you Derek do you? Ah of course you don't. Your life is not to be turned upside down and inside out. Are you absolutely sure you are prepared for that?"
"No offense or, but I wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't."
"Good. Follow me." With that the general walked out the door. He scrambled around the table trying to get to the general space. As we walked back past all the pupils I couldn't help but notice the military personnel emptying out my cubicle. Before I could ask, as a sensing my question the general spoke,
We will be gathering your belongings both here and in your home. Once they have all been inspected they will be brought to your new living quarters."
"Living quarters?"
"Yes." The Gen. briskly stepped into the elevator, and quickly scramble behind to match his pace entering just as the doors closed. "You will be living on site."
"On site?"
"You'll are going to serve as a liaison of sorts or a very specialized team."
I could tell the Gen. was picking his words very carefully, "Sir we handle an abundance of sensitive data in this building; it is very secure."
The elevator came to the ground floor's stores rattled open, "this place may be as secure as the White House, however-" the General stepped out of the elevator and continued walking, "your mission requires far more than this place is capable of. If word got out there would be mass panic and more civilian casualties that I'm willing to risk."
I froze in place not once did I expect that civilians would be at the top of the general's concerns, "what have I gotten myself into…"
Once inside I saw an Armoured military escort waiting us the general motion or me to follow him. Much to my surprise we got into a normal BMW. Then I noticed several other BMWs, as if struck by lightning and realized the general himself was my driver, "um Sir?"
"That me guess you're wondering why I'm driving." The Gen. and started the vehicle as the rather large convoy began to move "most you do not have clearance high enough to know even our general direction, thus I am your driver. To avoid any one knowing of our true destination we are making this a scattered," he said motioning out the window.
I saw one of the BMWs drive off with some of the other armoured parts, "decoys!?"
"Exactly."
"If I may serve, who exactly are we attempting to evade?"
"First the media, second the conspiracy nut bars lastly we cannot allow the enemy any reason to be suspicious."
"Sir the way he hears talking is as if the enemy is already here. Are you saying we have been infiltrated?"
"I suppose that is one way of putting it." The general said keeping his eyes on the road. "I read your file, no relatives, no close friends, and is it true you don't date?"
I couldn't help but look at the General oddly, "as my file said I grew up in an orphanage, so no relatives that I am aware of. I generally am only social with those work with. Quite frankly dating would be pointless, everyone wants to hear about their significant others day and everything I do is classified. Also not believe in interpersonal relationships with coworkers."
Generals expression became very serious, "Son I'm going to give you some advice..."
"Sir?"
"Either get yourself a real true blue friend for normal, average, and down to earth good old American... Girlfriend."
"But sir aren't such ties a potential information leek."
"Only if you're stupid enough to risk their lives. Also you're going to need something or someone to keep you sane and your feet..on the ground."
"With all due respect if I wanted a normal life I would not have joined the agency."
"I suppose you're right, but it just keep my words in mind."
After several hours of driving I soon realized the trees were growing more intense. Once the last military vehicle disappeared and proceeded down a dirt road. I was beginning to grow nervous or perhaps more nauseous as the car shook and rattled down the road, looking ahead it looked as if it was only going to get a rougher period. Though the general may have called this a road I believe he was actually creating one. All I was able to do was hold on and pray that the car did not rattle apart beneath us. Whoever soon the bumps suddenly smoothed out.
Looking out I saw an overgrown mound and leading out of it was a large broken up concrete pad. Trees have forced their way up through it as well as other small shrubs and plants. There was some down logs scattered around the area, all in all the place looked pretty decrepit. "umm.. Sir where we?"
"This is an underground bunker. It was originally built in World War II just in case the Nazis were the Japanese ever invaded. However after the war ended it was decommissioned." We rolled up to the mound, I could see large doors recessed into the mound. "It was brought into service began not long after as a potential straight base to be used against the Russians. They had dug deeper, and interesting enough they found a large chasm. It had fresh water flowing through world portions of, they have begun incorporating it into their designs. Of course if her buddies were cut in other locations in yet again it was left empty. It has been since sat empty for some time."
General got out of the car, with a great heave pushed the large door open just enough for the car pass through. Once inside I realized we were parked on an old sort of elevator. Getting out I looked around, unlike normal elevators it did not go straight down but it would appear on some sort of slant. "S-Sir are you sure it this thing still works?"
"It may be a bit old-fashioned especially since it works with a series of counterweights and pullies, but I'm sure there won't be too big of a problem."
"Right. That me rephrase that, are you sure it's safe."
The general chuckled lately as he grabbed a large lever, "well we're about to find out."
"S-Sir wait a mo-"
pulling hard in the Gen. release believer, the platform seem to drop for a moment and then slow. It was still moving fast enough to cause the Paris strong enough to blow a hat clear off. The general was still laughing as I leaned against the car attempting to restart his heart.
"So Derek tell me. You keep an open mind?"
I looked at the general who was leaning on the lever quite casually, "but the mind Sir? How do you me?"
"Oh how about X-Files."
"Well I would say there is a loss of our to explain stuff out there but there is usually a logical answer for most of them."
"Sure, sure. What about life on other planets?"
"Sir that is," I sighed thinking would for a few moments. "Well if there is I doubt they would care about our planet that alone our bovine friends." General seem to be thinking of something before suddenly doubling over in laughter, "Sir?"
Soon the elevator slowed and began to creep to a stop. The only light that had been shining for some time had been light from the headlights of the BMW. As I looked around waiting for my eyes to properly adjust the dim lighting could see what looked like the large hanger of songs, "Sir this is large enough to pull the missile, or at least parts of."
"Well it used to. However this is only the front of the facility." The general got back into the car and I followed quickly behind him. "I brought in a special unit to pair living orders for you further inside." He began to drive down the large core doors at the musky and eerily dark base, "we also brought anything we thought your team could use. The course as they get settled I expect they will come to you when they need more equipment or perhaps something we have not already provided. Also you are to observe them and send me daily reports."
"Daily Sir!?"
"Of course I don't expect you to watch them 24 seven. Just the highlights or things worth noting."
"Sir, it sounds almost like you want me to study them or something?"
"That's exactly what I want you to do."
The Generals words were shocking however I wasn't given the time pressed him further when the man made halls suddenly gave way to a huge underground cavern. There have been lights run throughout the cavern it was almost blinding compared to the darkness that had just superseded them. Rooms seem to be built up along the walls and incorporated into parts of the ceiling. There were a variety of catwalks that hung between each of these high areas. Some parts are visibly newer than others, while some seemed more than half hazardous. Going over the stand at General side, I was drastically trying to take everything in.
"If you follow me and I'll show you to your new office and living quarters as well as for secure line of communication." Getting out of the car I was still awestruck by the cavern. As I followed the General I noticed he seemed to be looking around as he walked towards the flight of stairs.
"Is something wrong?"
"No. I was just to see if your team was.." We began walking up the stairs and onto one of the high's, "but it looks like we beat them here, Good!"
Stopping the General pointed out several catwalks that led to lower platforms, "these catwalks will serve as your way to navigate the base safely. Know they are there for your safety please use them." Next I was led to a room or perhaps more appropriately building built into the cavern's walls. As we entered I could see it was very well furnished, "this is your private living quarters. The men wanted you to be comfortable so they well…" Motioning to the kitchen. As I looked I could see a large industrial fridge and freezer, with two large wall ovens, six I gas stove top with the dark granite countertop and when I thought it couldn't get more extravagant there was a trash compacting garbage can next to the deep two bay sink.
"um... Sir?"
"Oh there's more," the general said sounding exhausted, he pointed out the living area and a large bedroom. Finally with a look of defeat pointed to a door, "that is your 'bathroom'."
I open the door and nearly fall over. There in front of me was a beautiful marble room with a large deep soker tub, a large walks-in shower and "Sir is that!?"
"A sauna..."
"What were they trying to do design a hotel!"
"I let them design and do the work luckily I got here before they started on the bedroom..."
"Do I want to know?"
"You really don't. However since you will be living here it's best you are comfortable. If you need any furnishings, food or any other living expenses." The General handed me a small card, "use that."
"Sir this is!"
"Paid by the US of A."
"Um.. thank you."
"Now then to your office," we left the living quarters followed the Grenral up a ramp into the higher levels of catwalks. I stuck closely behind the General, leading me to a room that seemed to be suspended in the most central point of the cavern. It had windows that almost seemed to allow a complete 360 view. Once inside I could see a large desk with multiple computers and screen set up waiting to be activated. "I can practically see the entire cavern Sir!"
"With the help of the surveillance system we set up the areas that you cannot see can be easily access via your computer systems. Oh! I personally prefer the view of the falls myself," he said pointing out the rear windows.
Sure enough and underground waterfall. It seemed to stream down from the exterior wall into a large basin which flowed out of the lit cavern. It was most definitely a breathtaking view.
"There are still some areas of this cavern that haven't been explored." Daniel said walking back to the door, as he opened it there was the sound of several engines roaring.
"What the heck was that?" I didn't mean for it, that we my voice seemed to echo throughout the cavern.
"Ah that is most likely your team."
Quickly walked out to around but I sauna people, "all I see are a bunch of cars?"
"Yep." The General briskly walked over to the nearest platform, I found myself trailing behind him curious.
"I take it you haven't told them yet."
I saw a red and blue flamed semi roll forward, then I heard a voice. "No Sam," suddenly as if metal had been flung into the air semi came apart and reformed into a large robotic humanoid shape. I felt my legs give way under me, reaching out I grabbed the protective railing of the catwalk to support myself. I didn't know what to think, I didn't know what to say, all I could do was stare at the giant robot in front of me.
"I was hoping to do so before you arrive," he said venting lightly.
The General was grinning ear to ear, "well OptimusI'm glad I beat you hear then. Ah, I should introduce you. This is ... Will you quit shacking and get over here."
Both the General and Optimus were now looking at me. I swear my heart was about to leap out of my mouth, swallowing hard I walked over to stand next to the General. "That's better. This is Derek Smith, Derek this is Optimus Prime. And before you start he is a he, he is an alien and he is the leader of the Autobot's."
"It is nice to meet you Mr. Smith."
"I – it, I mean he… I mean it is nice to meet you to."
"Optimus just call him Derek it's easier, besides you're going to be living together."
"Wha –"
"WHAT!" Shouted multiple voices, causing me to nearly leap out of my skin.
Optimus turned with a stern expression on his face. "Let me introduce you to my team. This is Prowl my second," as Optimus spoke the patrol car transformed. "This is Ratchet our medic," an ambulance transformed, his wore a scowl dark enough to block out the sun. "Bulkhead is our demolitions expert," a dark green hummer transformed into a very large and round bot. "Our scout Bumblebee," a yellow sports car transformed and waved briskly. "And her two allies Gaia and Lexus," I looked at the last two vehicles in the transformed, one into a pink robot approximately the same size as Bulkhead just curvier, and the other seemed to be a smaller red, blue and black version of Prowl.
There are several moments in one's life where they could go back and do it all over again, but better. This right here is mine. I had gotten my wish to be a field agent, not just any field agent. One charged with something so absolutely amazing it would make anyone's head spin. What do I do? Well I did exactly that, the world started spinning and then everything went black.
Brisk laughter filled the air, "looks like it was too much for the kid." General Hackett said looking at the Derek who was lying unconscious and on his back.
"Will he be all right?" Optimus's voice was full of concern.
"Ah, he'll be fine," the General said as he picked Derek up and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "I'll take him to his quarters. Looks like you've got some explaining to do," with that the General hold Derek away.
Optimus turned to face a barrage of questions:
- "What were you thinking?"
- "You said we had to minimize our interactions with humans?"
- ="Does this mean we don't have to hide anymore?"=
- "Is the human in charge now?"
- "Like, does that mean I can totally bring little Sis in on this?"
- "Does that mean I can be free for my servitude?"
- "What's Going on Prime?"
"Please everyone! Calm yourselves." Everyone fell silent except for Ratchet who's muttering to himself. "Some time ago ratchet and I fought with the Deceptacon's, which resulted in an overpass being destroyed." Ratchet Nodded, "one human nearly drove off it that night."
"You saved him and still maintained our cover Optimus," Ratchet grumbled.
"Yes in that instant I did. However it appears despite our best efforts to not impact the humans lives we have done just that." Optimus vented. "Ratchet, after you left that night, humans had come and they ended up finding one of the vehicons."
"Scrap! We didn't get a chance to move them."
"Yes. In our haste we left the vehicon's in the open." I however managed to disguise myself and obtain the vehicon. I would've taken off then however the humans and mention something troubling."
"Must've been important for you to have risked your cover," Prowl said quizzically.
"It appears they had noticed several areas that had been recently destroyed. In these areas they found unknown metals and were referring to these sites as terrorist attacks." All fell silent, "I wanted to keep any dangerous technology from the humans so I maintain my disguise. However after reaching their base I realized I was out of time."
"Deceptacon's always retrieve their dead..." Prowl said in a matter of fact tone.
"Of course. No sense leaving perfectly good parts lying around," Bulkhead snarled sarcastically.
"Wait seriously!" Lexus blurted. Bumblebee gave her a silent nod, "eww..."
"It is a grim thought." Optimus then continued, "in order to safely evade the humans and take the vehicon, I had no other option but to reveal myself."
"I take it all other options were deemed to be unacceptable." Prowl said in a level tone.
"As it always will be. We will do everything in our power to protect the humans and keep them from harm."
"Understood." Despite the other's disapproval of what Prowl was insinuating, they kept their comments to themselves.
"After I dealt with the vehicon I return to speak with Gen. Hackett. We have since spoken many other times and we have come to the same conclusion." Optimus let out a relaxed vent, "we cannot continue without the humans aid and the humans cannot possibly defeat the Decepticons alone. So we have struck and alliances."
"Optimus I'm having a hard time believing that such an alliance holds any benefit," Ratchet snarled.
"And I doubt any aid they will give will be free," Prowl added.
All optics fell on Optimus, "Derek to whom you have all just met will be our human liaison. He will assist in creating cover stories and helping us navigate the human world while remaining hidden. It is essential that we learn all we can about the humans world, we can both better understand and decrease collateral damage. He will also be in charge of evacuating local humans from potentially dangerous areas as well as set up roadblocks as needed. With this we are hoping to minimize our effect on human lives and the damage we undoubtedly cause, but it also means we can face the Decepticon's on equal ground."
"That's all well and good Optimus, but what do they get in return?"
"Primarily protection from the Decepticon's."
"Primarily, so what did YOU give them," Ratchet stood tapping his ped.
"I simply pointed out some modifications that could better their cellular devices."
"PRIME!"
"It is nothing dangerous Ratchet and it may be of help to us in the future."
"Optimus you should have discussed this with us before –"
"Unfortunately I did not have the luxury of time. As you well know there may come a time when the humans do learn of us. When that time comes I would like to have trusted allies willing to stand with us."
"In short that human is here to watch us." All optics turned prowl who had spoken and then backed Prime.
"The humans right to be cautious, this is their planet not ours. However it has become somewhat of a second home, and I for one am not willing to allow the Deceptacon's claim it."
At that moment the General walked out Derek's quarters after clearing his throat began to speak, "Whelp I think I'm done here."
"Are you sure you do not wish to stay, I am sure Mr. Smith would be more comfortable if you did."
The General looked at Optimus and at the rest of the bots, certainly he was laughing hard and slapping his knee. It took a few moments but he regained his composure, "the kid knows his job Optimus, speaking from experience is better just to jump off that bridge on your own instead of being pushed."
"We do not plan on letting him fall from any such high areas regardless of being pushed or jump in," ratchet said rather sternly which only caused the General to laugh yet again.
Both looked at the general. It seemed he was laughing at the sincere desire to protect humans. Optimus was unable to hide his amusement in his voice, "Ratchet he was being facetious."
Ratchet felt his face plate heat up and with a "Hurmph" strode off.
Optimus turned to see the General wiping tears away as he calmed down, "take care Sam."
"You two." The General turned to walk away suddenly stopping, "don't forget your my grandkids a ride."
"Wouldn't miss it," Optimus smiled as he watched the General leave.
Prowl walked up next to Optimus, "tell me you're not serious." He was looking very sternly at Optimus.
"I don't know what you're talking about Prowl," Optimus said walking away.
Prowl vented, "Prime…"
The next morning Derek walked out of his quarters at 5 AM. Large bags under his eyes, a pot of coffee in one hand, half full mug in the other and a large coffee stain still wet dripping down the front of his shirt. The catwalk was shaking just like his quarters, was shaking hard enough that he was bracing himself against the railing. Bulkhead and Bumblebee were throwing around what looked like a ball made of scrap metal. This is been going on for several hours, not that he particularly reminded since his head was clouded with many thoughts it was doubtful he would've slept anyway. Looking down at his shirt beside, the mobile his way to his office.
Sitting down at his chair he began to type his report:
Daily Report
Document: 1.0
Date: September 8, 2005
Time: 0506
After the introductions the robots began to investigate several areas of the cavern as well as other areas of the old base. The patrol car who is known as Prowl, has really started compiling a list of security improvements he wishes to make. I will be assisting him with this and will most likely order materials he may need. The large green robot or Bulkhead as he is known was quite content when he found some of scrap metal that had been provided by the General's early team, saying "every good base needs its own custom Lob Ball." I have since found out that at Lob Ball is a key component of a sports backs they like to play; it seems to be a mix of dodgeball and tackle football. He and the smaller yellow robot; cannot talk. Having planned for the past five hours...
There are caused, everything had put shaking "finally," he continues to type...
I have further been informed that they do not technically sleep but recharge. It is a process similar to sleep however they do not need to do it every night nor does it take six hours. They can go many days without recharging and when they do it might only be for 30 minnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn-
Derek had fallen asleep on his keyboard.
Several hours had past when the phone rang startling Derek away. Broccoli he reached and picked up the phone putting it to his ear. Unaware that the keyboard had left a perfect imprint on his face, "hello?"
"Derek, long night?" In the General's chipper voice.
"G-General! Sir what can I do for you?"
"By chance have you seen the news?"
"News? Sir?"
"I see. Maybe you should turn in on."
Giving his ear on the phone there reached over turning on a monitor. The to the news he watched as the headlines zoomed past
Vandals Mow down Cornfields! (An images flashed: a blurred yellow car)
Unknown Force Uproots Trees and Boulders! (I.F.: in the background from behind the Boulder bumper of the pink van and the nose of a red car)
Garden Shed Gets a Touchdown! (I.F.: a broken shed that looked like it slid across the goal line)
Rescues Car in Still Chases down a Racer!
There couldn't believe his eyes or his ears, "Sir, I am so sorry to get right on it. I don't know how he could do so much damage in such a short timeframe!?"
"I've already told the cover story. You better fix the rest."
"Sir, thank you Sir! This won't happen again."
"Good luck."
After he hung up the phone Derek started calculating damage costs as well as the repairs. He also had to make sure that the farmers were properly compensated for. There was also the issue of the images that need to be solved. After several hours and many more phone calls later many more plans and bribes made, Derek was finally able to relax and leaned back in his chair. Suddenly he felt the office shake violently, and looking out the window he could see the lob ball fly past. "THAT IS IT!" Anger fuelling him he stormed out of the office "WHAT THE HELL Were You Thinking?!" His voice echoed and every bot froze. Papers clutched in his hand, "destroying farm fields, destruction of public property and demolished utility shed. What the Hell Happened?"
"Whoa calm down it's not like anything really bad happened," Lexus said trying to defuse the situation.
"Bad...BAD!" Lexus flinched. Dirk flipped open the papers, "crops that we humans need to survive destroyed, a yellow car spotted. Well Bumblebee's claim why you had to make donuts in a field."
Bumblebee meekly bleeped,"it was fun."
"I'll have to have someone translate that later, but I bet it wasn't a good reason, "Derek said glaring at the now shaking Bumblebee. "Lexus, Gaia explain why you to rip the boulder on the ground along with several trees. That ranchers cattle are now refusing to go out to graze."
Suddenly all eyes were on the two femme's. "Yes, why were you two out there and not with your human covers? Who live on opposite sides of the Country," Prowl asked coldly.
"We were like looking."
"For what?" Derek demanded.
Lexus vented, "we didn't come to this planet with the others."
Gaia rubbed her helm, "like, we thought we found a piece of our ship."
"Ship?"
"Terra was still on the ship when it crashed."
"She's like a totally spastic little sis, but she's ours."
"Okay. So you are looking for your friend, but why uproot the tree and Boulder? I doubt she would have been under it..." Lexus and Gaia both hung their heads.
"Who is responsible for the shed?" Bulkhead meekly raised a servo. "Well...Explain!"
"Umm... Well you see the con and then he, then I and well."
"Stop. Just stop." Derek sighed rubbing his temples, "lastly Prowl. The job saving account." The others looked at Prowl mouths agape.
"My apologies Derek." Came a calm voice from behind him.
"Prime?" Dirk said turning to face Optimus.
"Bumblebee was not aware the field held such significance. In the others did not mean to cause you so much trouble."
"How could he not get it, it's fenced in and there is no way that corn froze perfectly straight rows naturally."
"The others have in truth very little knowledge of your world. From time to time mistakes have and will be made."
Derek was quiet for a moment and then as if coming to some conclusion began to speak, "alright starting in two hours you're all required to attend classes. No one is to set foot off the space until I say so, got it."
All spoke in unison, "Prime!?"
"You will all do as Derek says. I believe it is for the best."
=To be continued=
Authors notes: Hey been a wile guys! so guys what we are done setting the stage. _
It is time for the main story to begin!
Thank you for reading to this point, know lets see what happens next.
Also I'm still using a word to text program and its been really buggy so please bare with me and my corrections.
