"This has to work," Ironhide said softly as he carefully held the glasses.
"Fire it up, 'Hide," Jazz said. Ironhide turned to them and activated a beam that allowed them to see an image of the planet Earth.
"The code. The code on these glasses indicates the All Spark is 230 miles from here," Ironhide said with slight pride. At least something was willing to work with them.
"I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize," Ratchet stated. "They must know it's here, as well."
"What about Optimus?" Jazz asked. "We can't just leave him to become some human experiment!"
"We don't have the time to rescue him and accomplish our mission. This is what Optimus would want," Ironhide said with a heavy spark. "The humans are a primitive and violent race. But we were the same. They're just young and have a lot to learn. But Optimus would've found something worth saving in them. Let's do it for him."
"For Optimus!" Ratchet cried.
"For Optimus!" Jazz echoed.
"The All Spark must be destroyed. If nothing works, I'll unite it with my spark."
"Ironhide, that's suicide. The Cube is raw power. It could destroy you both," Ratchet said.
"I've failed Optimus once. I won't do it again. I'm not gonna let the humans pay for our mistakes. I'm ending the war. One way or another. It's been an honor serving with you all. Autobots, roll out!"
"We rolling!" Jazz said.
"Hey, kid," Agent Simmons greeted Sam and Mikaela once they arrived at Hover Dam. "I think we got off to a bad start, huh?" He placed a hand on Sam's shoulder. "You want a latte? HoHo? Double venti macchiato?"
"Where's their ship?" Sam responded, ignoring Simmon's greeting.
"Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. People can die here. We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now," Tom Banachek said.
"Okay. But first, I'll take their ship, my parents. Maybe you should write that down," Sam responded. After a pause he added, "Oh, and her juvie record. That's gotta be gone. Like, forever."
"Come with me. We'll talk," Tom replied. Mikaela whispered her thanks to Sam as they passed Simmons.
"Alright, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs," Simmons said.
"NBEs?" A black solider by the name of Robert Epps repeated.
"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms. What you're about to see is totally classified," Simmons explained.
"What is this?" Keller, the Secretary of Defense asked.
"We think when he made his approach over the North Pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934," Tom replied.
"We call him NBE One," Simmons stated.
"Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but, I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons," Sam said as he looked up at the giant frozen form of Megatron.
"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind," Tom stated.
"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age, the microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him. NBE One. That's what we call it," Simmons invaded Sam's personal space as he spoke.
"And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" Keller inquired.
"Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security," Tom responded.
Keller gave him a look as he walked by, "Well, you got one now."
"So why Earth?" The special opps Commander William Lennox asked.
"It's the All Spark," Sam replied.
"All Spark? What is that?"
"Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing. Anyway, Mr. NBE One here, AKA Megatron, 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," Sam informed.
"And you're sure about that?" Simmons asked.
"Yeah. You guys know where it is, don't you?"
After a pause, Tom said, "Follow me."
"You're about to see our crown jewel."
They were lead into a room with glass windows. The view was filled with a gigantic cube, just covered with alien writing. It amazed even the military men.
"Carbon dating puts the Cube here around 10,000 BC. The first Seven didn't find it until 1913. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the cube as well as NBE one. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside," Tom said.
"Wait, back up. You said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?" Maggie, the only other female with them, asked. They were led into another room where a high-tech looking box was set up. They were locked inside.
"Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?" Simmons asked.
"I got a phone," Glen said as he tossed his cell phone over to Simmons. The agent placed it inside the box.
"We're able to take the Cube radiation and funnel it into that box," Simmons said. Everyone watched as the phone came to life, transformed, slamming into the walls of the box and firing off rounds at them. As the little robot began to break the box, Simmons fried the poor things. The next thing they knew, the dam was attacked, the lights flickering.
"Gentlemen, they know the Cube is here," Keller stated. After a quick check with one of the other workers, Banachek found that Megatron was thawing.
"Do you have an arms room?" Will asked.
"They're popping our generators!" Tom yelled. The group followed him through the halls towards where Megatron was held. Even though they knew that he was going to be waking up within moments. They were unaware of the Autobots driving toward the dam.
"The cryogenic system is failing! We're losing NBE One!" A male voice over the intercom shouted.
Will, his team, and several members of Sector Seven were gathering weapons from the arms room. "Forty millimeter sabot rounds on that table!" Simmons informed. The lights flickered off for a moment, sending a chill of fright down the spines of every human. Sam stomped over to Simmons.
"Where is their ship? Ya know, the ship you took from the giant alien robots?" Sam demanded.
"It's confiscated," Simmons responded, briefly looking up at the teen.
"Then unconfiscate it."
"We don't know what that thing holds!"
"You don't know."
"Maybe you know, but I don't know."
"Just give it back to the Autobots. Give them the Cube while you're at it. You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?"
"I have people's lives at stake here, young man."
"Take him to the ship!" Will roared. He slammed the agent into a car a few steps behind Simmons. Guns came out from the Sector Seven agents as well as Will's team. "Drop it." Brief fights broke out as several men disarmed the sector seven agents.
"Drop your weapon, soldier," Simmons ordered. "There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?"
"You know, we didn't ask to be here," Will hissed.
"I'm ordering you under S-Seven executive jurisdiction," Simmons stated.
"S-Seven don't exist," Epps said.
"Right. And we don't take orders from people that don't exist," Will responded.
"I'm gonna count to five. Okay."
"Well, I'm gonna count to three," Will hissed.
"Simmons?" Keller called.
"Yes, sir?" Simmons asked.
"I'd do what he says. Losing's really not an option for these guys," Keller informed. At glancing between Will and Keller, the agent finally agreed.
"All right. Okay. You want to lay the fate of the world on giant alien robots? That's cool," Simmons was finally let up. He walked over to the door and opened it. On the other side was the same ship that Sam and Mikaela had seen Ratchet exit in all its glory.
"What... What's in there?" Will asked Sam softly. The teenager turned to him with certain eyes.
"Another Autobot."
"Another Autobot?" Epps asked in alarm, his voice kept low to avoid Simmons overhearing them.
"Yeah, another Autobot. The others really care about the one in the ship. We need to give them back the ship," Mikaela replied. The black soldier's eyes were wide as he looked at her.
"You didn't see the looks on their faces. They were scared. Besides, they're the good guys. They want to protect Earth, not destroy it," Sam said. Will sighed but nodded. They were going to get the ship back to the Autobots.