"We've got to break this case down. What we have here is an astronaut epidemic. M.I.A., dead, died in a car accident, killed, D.O.A., car death. It's like these guys can't die. They can fly into outer space. But they can't drive a car." Simmons ranted as we went over the files.

"That's either cruel irony or they're being targeted." I commented from my seat on the desk before there was a knock at the door.

"Procured your information, Witwicky." Sam's boss said as soon as Sam opened the door. "Thank you, Bruce." Sam replied as her took the file and went to close the door only for Bruce to stick his foot in the door. "Noo. You let me see one of them, one time." Bruce said. "Quick." "Very." With that Sam let him in.

"Here's their reconnaissance order. It say's NASA launched in 2009. See, forensics show Wang may have messed with the code. Preventing it from mapping the far side of the moon. Which is also the Dark side." Sam read out loud as he came to stand by me and I glanced over the file as well.

"Freaking awesome." Bruce commented as he walked up to Bee.

"Painful trade us, intimidate us. ...coerce us to do their dirty work. And once they're done? Dushhhh. The double tap cerebellum." Simmons said almost to himself.

"So he was working for the Decepticons. I don't think this is about the Decepticons. They're looking for something on the moon. I think it's about something ...they wanted to hide." He added, directing it to me and Sam.

"Come to daddy. Come on, fall down." Bruce said to Bee as he tried to pick a fight.

"Did you eat a lot of paint chips when you were a kid?" Bed asked the man as he pinned him to the floor with his uncharged cannon.

"Hah, like it. I'll teach you..." Bruce said as if he could easily beat the giant alien robot.

"Sir. Having a pretty high level alien Intel confab here. That I don't think you're cleared for. Errand boy." Simmons said as he whirled around to face Bruce, obviously as annoyed as Bee and I were.

"Yeah, you're right. It's a bitchin' robot." Bruce commented as he stood and started towards the door. "At least have a go, sir." Sam said as he opened the door for Bruce. "Thank you so much for this." "Better go, Bruce." With that the door was slammed in Bruce's face.

"Hey, I'm smokin' over here. Now with the missing Russian cosmonauts. Turns out the soviets cancelled a manned mission to the moon. The moon, in 1972. When 200 cosmonauts went into hiding in America. And I just found them, aaaah." Brains told us as he transformed out of his laptop alt and plugged into the printed that started to print things.

"You're a genius, Brains." Wheelie commented. "Where?" I asked as I leaned over towards the little robot.

At that exact moment the door opened to reveal Carly and Bee jumped up in surprise.

He hit the chandelier that swayed dangerously about before it broke and came crashing down towards us.

Bee made a move to catch it before it hit us but it fell out of his reach.

"Everybody down!" I shouted as I lept up from my seat and pushed Sam out of its path before I threw my hand up and caught the falling chandelier.

"Oh that was smooth, Bumblebee." Wheelie commented as I slowly let the chandelier down without hitting anything. "Missed it by that much." Bee commented as he looked at me worriedly. "I'm fine Bee. Just be more careful." I sighed.

"Hi." Sam said drawing our attention back to Carly. "Would somebody tell me what the hell's going on?" She asked. Brains jumped up into my arms in fear and I helped him on to my back.

"Who are you?" Simmons asked Carly. "Who are you?" She shot back. "Who am I? Who is that? Dutch, frisk her." Simmons said. "Certainly." Dutch nodded as he walked towards Carly.

"Here, no. Dutch, um..." San tried. "Don't touch me." Carly glared as she held up her hand. "I'm not going to..." Dutch said as he shrank back to his seat at the desk.

"Sam?" Carly questioned. "Angel. Uh, I was working. I'm sorry about this." Sam tried to explain. Carly scoffed as she rolled her eyes and walked away. "Great, we're homeless." Wheelie said as he jumped up into my arms.

"She lives here?" Simmons asked me as Sam went after Carly. I nodded. "Wow! You had your chance to frisk her." He told Dutch. "I have a girl friend." Dutch replied. "Really, what's her name?" Simmons demanded. "Innn... dia." Dutch lied.

A little while later Carly stormed out with Sam following her as they argued. "Should we go bail him out?" I asked Simmons. "Sure, why not? We should head out to search for those Russians anyway." Simmons nodded.

We packed up what we would need before we headed out.

"Here's your foot." Carly was telling Sam as she ripped off a stuffed rabbits foot and handed it to him before she drove off.

I cautiously walked up at Sam only to find him looking quite defeated.

I felt bad.

First I had left him.

Then Mikaela.

He doesn't have the bits anymore.

And now Carly was being a bitch about all of this.

"A warrior's path is a solitary one. How the hell does she afford that car?" Simmons questioned as he walked up to us. "Her boss." Sam replied. "Rich bastards. I used to hate them. But now it's..." I shot him a "shut up" glare and he did.