Chapter 10

"Bry, why the fuck am I here?" Brandon demanded, cold eyes narrowed as they stared at the pack of kids running like wild animals through the park, jumping around and screaming. God, I hate kids.

He stood under the shade of a tree, clenching the cell phone at his ear. He added almost harshly, "I know you're my brother and all, but I'm tired of being your damn dog-"

"I need you to find someone for me," Bry interrupted, voice annoyingly calm, "now, he's going to stand out, he's big. And he can be dangerous, so watch your ass."

"That's a big ol' butt load of info you're giving me," Brandon scoffed, "who the hell is this guy? And where am I supposed to find him?"

"You're exactly where you're supposed to be."

"If this is more of your alien-robot shit, I don't want any part-"

Again, Bry interrupted him, "I've got a job for you, Brandon."

Brandon paused. He watched as a father threw a football to his son, laughing between instructions, teaching him the art of a loved sport. His sharp eyes narrowed, anger clenching his heart at the sight. Slowly, he answered his brother, "You know I'm not into your E.T. crap, Bry. I refuse to believe in that junk."

"I want you to take him out."

Brandon hesitated. He turned away from all the happy little brats around him and their equally happy parents. He faced the wooden fence, "A job."

"I want you to put a bullet between his eyes."

"Now you're speaking my language."

The man on the other end chuckled, "I thought you'd like it. I came to you for this because you're the best at it."

"Tell me when and where."

"Not so fast, brother. There's something else."

Brandon cursed, "Geez, Bry, what else could you throw at me?"

"He's got a daughter. I want you to take her ALIVE, Brandon."

"Damn, it must be Christmas! I get to gank someone and nab me a little fun."

"Slow down. I need you to hold on to her until I can get down there-I want her in ONE piece."

"Fine. What am I looking for and when?"

"You'll know when you see him. Like I said, he's a big guy. And you're there-he takes his daughter to the park every Friday. Follow him...you know what to do."

Brandon chuckled darkly, "I'm an artist, brother. This is my trade."

"Exactly why I came to you."

"I've just got one question."

"Yeah?"

"You've been at this shit for three years. Why are you all the sudden getting serious about it? Why are you choosing now to make a move like this?"

There was a long pause, like Bry was trying to think of something to say. Brandon was about to hang up when the other almost whispered, "They're fucking violent monsters, Brandon. You haven't seen what I have, you don't know what they're capable of. One jumped us in the damn desert and nearly killed us, destroyed our truck, nearly ate me alive. I'm tired of playing nice. It's time we showed them just what's at stake."

"And killing some human is going to do that for you, huh?"

"You're the artist, Brandon. I've given you a canvas-paint them a clear message."

Bry hung up. Brandon blinked, pulling the phone away from his face to stare at it. His eyes narrowed, "You're so fucking weird."

He snapped it shut before turning back around to stare at the people frolicking around in the park. Brandon searched for anyone that 'stood out', cursing his younger brother for dropping this one on him with hardly any information. What the hell am I supposed to be looking for? There's a ton of big guys in this area. Dumb moron. Geez.

"Who the hell are you?" He wondered quietly, watching as they came and went. He stood there for what felt like hours, leaning against the tree. He was ready to throw in the towel and go home when a big red truck rumbled into the parking lot. He didn't know what kind it was, and he didn't give a damn. His eyes stayed focused on it, narrowing when a big man stepped down. He shut the door with a big smile on his face, stepping to the back door to pull it open. He reached inside and out came a little, giggling girl with wild curly hair. How precious.

Her little hands instantly wrapped around his, tugging him towards the swings. Brandon turned his attention to the man. Bry was right, this guy was huge. And not fat-huge. He was built like a damn NFL player, with a solid body and thick arms. The kind of guy that could flatten him with one punch.

The thing was, he looked like he couldn't hurt a fly, with the way how he treated the little runt. Brandon watched as he lifted the tiny girl carefully with both hands like she was the most delicate thing in the world. He set her down on the swing and pushed her gently, the image of the perfect father.

"Oh, Bry," Brandon whispered, grinning, "you're spoiling me, little brother."

He laughed quietly to himself, thinking of all the things he'd do to this cute little pair. Bry was right. Tearing families apart, scarring children by murdering their parents right in front of their eyes...it was all something Brandon loved to do. It was sport. And although he'd die before he ever believed in that alien shit Bry was so set on, he wasn't about to let this opportunity pass him up. It'd been a long time since he'd been able to have a little fun.

Brandon shoved a hand in his pocket and made his way over with silent footsteps. By then, the little girl had ditched her dad to go play with some other kids around the slide. Brandon found him sitting comfortably on a bench.

"Hey there," Brandon greeted in a friendly tone with a nice smile. The stranger looked up at him and smiled back.

He said, "Good afternoon."

"Do you mind if I join ya?"

The larger shook his head, "Go ahead."

Dumbass don't know he's shaking hands with death right now, Brandon thought. He sat down and leaned back, letting quiet settle between them before the little girl ran back to them, laughing. Her soft ringlets bounced around her, wild like a lion's mane. She jumped up into the mans lap long enough to hug him and say, "I love you, daddy!" Then she was back to playing tag with the other brats.

"She's beautiful," Brandon said.

"Thank you. Do you have any kids?"

"Nah," Brandon answered, pushing a hand through his short hair, "never found a woman I was willing to settle with. I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you did?"

"Yeah," he grinned at Brandon, "don't give up hope. There's someone out there for everyone."

Ah, a nice guy...Brandon offered his hand, "I'm Don."

The guy shook his hand, "Alec, but everyone calls me Pockets."

Remember Bry from chapter 1? I didn't forget about him. Looks like he's back, and he's got a twisted brother.

We'll see what hapens next chapter.

On a much happier note, Pockets has a little girl! Yay! (Dances)

Bry, Brandon, Pockets and his family and the story belongs to me. TRansformers does not.