Oh, frick no.
When the door closed behind her, seperating her from the others, she scrambled to her car. This had to of been a nightmare, all of it. This was not in her plan and her plans always worked out, no matter how secluded or crazy they were. She. Was. Dreaming.
The door began to slowly slide open and she repeatedly twisted the key in her cars keyhole hoping that it would unlock. Low and behold, her efforts were against her and her key broke within the hole. She let out a raged cry, pulling at the handle with all the strength she had, she would force it open if it wasn't going to unlock for her.
"Ami, wait!" Russell's voice filled the noise void air. She dared not look over knowing what expression would be lurking his face. Hurt. Hate. Curiosity. Sadness. She'd seen them all before, and like the last times she was going to do what she did best - she was going to book it before it got too crazy and she was caught. She'd change her name again, dye her hair blonde, get brown contacts, whatever it took, she'd run away from here and forget it ever existed.
"Are you really going?"
She fell weak at his tone, so full of hurt. She brushed it off and began pulling again. They barely knew each other on a personal basis, if there were any sadness or fear there, it was that he wouldn't have someone to take him to rated R movies anymore until he was seventeen.
"Please leave me, Russell," She finally sighed.
"I know it's weird, but they're really nice," He pointed. "We didn't know if we should of told you or not, but my Dad said it would have been best since you were almost killed back at the fight."
"No, Russell, it's not the best." She growled. "This is the worst." She stopped tugging and finally turned toward Russell. She wish she could tell him that she wasn't freaked out by them - in fact she was fascinated - but that she was freaked out at what events would follow when they were properly introduced. "I know you and your dad have my best interest at heart as a worker, but this is something far bigger than work related, it's almost personal. And with what I have going on right now, I can't do this." She looked up to see Denny behind his son. "I'm sorry, Mr. Clay, but this is too much for me right now."
"I would allow you to leave, and I would be sad to lose my best mechanic, but it can't work out like that." Denny's voice was more stern than she'd heard it before, yet it held its natural light tone.
She furrowed her brows. "Why not?"
The yellow one walked out of the yard. "Because the Decepticons know who you are now and will be searching for you. From what I gathered, there was more than the one that we fought; and they aren't the kind to drop something and leave."
You can say that again.
"If you don't do this, well, he's been needed a new test subject."
Ami clenched her eyes and her fists. Turning her head away she hid the memory behind a mask of comforting lies. "Alright," She breathed angrily. "Fine, yellowjacket." She mumbled. "Tell me what you know and I'll 'see' if I can do this." She already knew the answer, she had to stay, she had no choice but to; but she also had to act, because if she didn't they would know she was decieving them about something.
Ami was thankful that during the time that she had to talk with the Autobots, Denny had made breakfast. She was starved and almost barely paid any attention to the leader, Bumblebee, while he talked. She had so many questions for them, like: Where was this, Pointer stashed at? How did one open a pod to let something out? How would she kill Dart when she got the chance? All questions she couldn't ask, knowing they'd be suspicious toward her. Instead she kept her mouth shut by shoving forkful's of food into her mouth one after another.
She nodded periodically, making sure the leader knew she was listening. It was always a bad habit of hers to listen and look completely washed over by another thought, so she had to do something so people didn't get offended by her lack of movement. On another note, she had to keep up the act that she was freaked out and always kept one 'weary' eye on the bots. "So, you've been here before?" She inquired.
"We left five years ago back to our home planet," Bee Explained. "I'd never thought I'd come back after that.
Ya, ya, leave the happy go lucky stuff to those who care.
She rolled her eyes at her thoughts. "That's. . . Cool."
"Ami, I'm sorry you had to find out like this." Denny rested a hand against her shoulder. "To tell you the truth, we weren't going to tell you this at all, most of us were afraid you'd run to the cops."
"I understand Mr. Clay. . . Denny. Secrets this big usually are kept under lock and key." She smiled and then diverted her gaze to her twidling thumbs.
I should know.
After a good minute of pure silence she looked up. Taking a deep breath she kept her nerves and thoughts calmed. "Your secret is safe with me, Denny." She looked around. "All of you. I will promise that I will never tell a single soul." She stood from her seat and held out her arm. Denny shook it and she smiled. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a job to get back to."