Ironhide grabbed me immeditely out of the demolished vehichle, and placed me in his palm. Ironhide placed the chain of my hand cuffs, in between his finger, then crushed it, My eyes went wide, as I seperated my arms then stared at my wrists, now, simply the large metal rings were around my wrist. The Sector 7 people (that's what Simmons had said they were) lifted up lame little 9 mm. and M16s pointing at the multiple Autobots.
I can't believe a human would dare point a gun at us, especially me!, Ironhide thought in fury. Jazz's hands opened up and the guns quickly magnitized inside his palms, the cannons on Ironhide's wrist spun, until they were pointing at Simmons, too bad it was only one hand because he was holding me. Then, an idea struck my head.
Ironhide didn't like it. Me and him looked at eachother, exchanging thoughts, then I got my way, and climbed up Ironhide's arm to his shoulder, then Ironhide pointed both giant cannons at Simmons.
Optimus leaned forward, inches from Simmons face, glaring at him, the Autobot seemed so sensitive, like he wouldn't hurt a fly, but judging by Ironhide, Optimus wasn't afraid to get a little mean. The bot was making Ironhide's thought clear. Me and Ironhide looked at eachother. This was going to be an intresting night.
"Listen, I can't talk with you. Except to tell you I can't talk with you. So I am going to-" Simmons started.
"Get out of the car!" Optimus interuppted. I grinned at Ironhide, Ironhide grinned back. This is going very good so far. But where are my parents? I would like it if Jazz gave me one of the guys guns...maybe an M16. Yes, that sounds good, I thought. Smiling at Ironhide. Innocent, but he could read my mind, but knew I would keep control over the beautiful gun. Ironhide sighed and looked at Jazz, "Mag one of the...M16s to Sophie," he ordered. Jazz grinned at me, then, out of his three fingered hand, an M16 bounced off and shot like a bullet right into Ironhide's hand, and held it to me.
My heart raced in excitement and, my eyes shifted down to Simmons, whose eyes were the size of the steak that had rested on his face earlier. Sam got out, Mikaela had already been out of her cuffs, and quickly broke Sam out of his set. He was glaring at her. Why was he so mad?
"You do hand cuffs too?" Sam smirked. My eyes glared daggers at my brother. When I had told me about the gun thievary I had done, he threatened to tell mom, then I had threatened to show Mikaela his second grade picture. A picture where he had lost a front tooth a long with his first mohawk, the thing was though, he had gotten a cold at that time, so when the photographer took a picture, a long booger had oozed down his face.
Anyways, it shocked me still that Sam was so angry about Mikaela's car thievary. It was nothing compared to stealing guns.
"I did it so my dad wouldn't get arrested. And if you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little life..." Mikaela snarled. Sam looked up at me, I nodded. Ironhide put me down, and I quickly ran over to Simmons, proudly pressing the M16 to his temple. My hands were quivering, such a big gun, I wasn't a big person, 4'9" and skinny as a toothpick.
Soon enough, Sam and Mikaela had managed to hand cuff the government geeks together, and then attach the lead of the chain (Simmons) to a lamp pole on the side of the road that the Autobots had proudly demolished.
An evil grin creased on Mikaela's lips as the barrel of my gun was pressed against Simmons' thin patch of hair.
"Take your clothes off. All of them!" she demanded. Soon her evil grin became contagious and slowly grew on my face. "For what?" Simmons snapped.
Mikaela paused, then her eyes shifted up to him with a look of serious anger, her evil smile turned to a nuetral form, "For threatening my dad. Plus I don't think you want to die under the wrath of a twelve year old girl," Mikaela hissed. Simmons glare went from me to Mikaela. Me to Mikaela. One more time. Me to Mikaela.
A groan slipped from his throat and soon the guy was tearing off his pants to reveal Hawaiian trunks with palm trees and ocean, he must have had a good time. Then he tore off his fancy suit to reveal an underarmor tank top that had a graphic that looked similar to the Superman symbol, except in the shape was an "S7," instead of just "S".
What an intresting night, why did it seem that the agent next to Simmons was grinning, I looked down at his pocket to see a cell phone sticking out. "Oh shit. SAM THEY GOT HELP!" I screamed.
Go with Optimus, the rest of us will make distractions for the agents, Ironhide thought, looking at me with raw worry in his eyes. I looked him in the eyes, wishing him luck, him wishing me luck. We went our seperate ways, but not quite one hundred percent.
Optimus looked down at me, Sam, and Mikaela hesitantly, then held his hand out, "Get on. Quickly!" he pleaded. WE nodded and crawled into Optimus' hand, damn I was short, as the cars and helicopters rushed over to us, I jumped up nervously trying to get on the bots hand, he looked down at me to see what was going on and quickly lowered his hand Sam grabbed me and yanked me onto the Autobot leaders palm.
Ironhide planted his cannons into the road, and some sort of electrical wave seemed to flow throughout the area, but not like the one that had gotten me and Ironhide connected, it almost seemed, destructive. For some reason, all the cars screeched to a halt, and soon Ironhide and all the other Autobots except for Optimus, were transforming into there vehichle modes.
The Sector Seven people seemed almost as threatening as Barricade.