Hearing sirens usually stated you were about to have a bad day. Everyone knew it. You look around, to see who was breaking the law, only to realize it was you. Then you proceed to use every dirty word you know and some you had no idea you knew. Multiple times. Only when you pull over, other cars passing by, that you pray to never speed again if you don't get a ticket.
This was not one of those times.
The trio heard the sirens, Sam-who was in the back-turned to see a police cruiser coming up on them. At it's back were some big, heavy machinery and he had a feeling they weren't normal. "Shit, it's Barricade!" and he was right, when Mick cursed. "Block'em, block'em!" Jazz pulled up beside Bumblebee, the Decepticons plowing into any innocent cars in their way. The big tan one, Bronecrusher, had a claw on it, used to flip more cars out of the way. The cars that did get away ended up slamming into other crushed vehicles.
"Oh my god." Saffron whispered, eyes wide as she stared at the sight. All that destruction and death.
Optimus fell back, as Bonecrusher started transforming and grunting out strange metallic sounds. The screech of folding metal was loud, more then it would normal be at a moment like that. Pushing off with his wheeled feet, he shoulder slammed the black convertible and pushed it into the rocky wall of an underpass. Optimus started changing as well, turning so he was sideways and push up. Leaping into the air, he came back down, a foot coming inches from a car as he spun.
Like it was slow motion, Bonecrusher skated toward a bus, crashing through it. An fiery inferno erupted from the collision, flames covering the bad bot. It was an eerie look, almost otherworldly as he made way toward the convoy. Flaming god of glory., Saffron mused before shaking her head. When he reached Optimus, he crouched then pushed himself forward, tackling the large blue and red bot. They tumbled right off the bridge edge, though the autobot leader tried to hold on. With the added weight of the bulky Decepticon, it was to much and they crashed on the road just underneath, nearly smashing a van with mother and son inside.
Please be careful, Optimus., all three inside Bumblebee frowned in worry. Sure, they didn't know him very well, or long, but he was still a good guy. Someone that deserved to live. They watched until it couldn't been see anymore, though heard, and faced forward. He could handle the Decepticon, had to. In the distance, tall buildings standing proud against the bright sky, was Mission city. "Almost there."
"Ronnie, are you sure this is going to work?" Sam twitched.
"No." turning to look back at him, she frowned. "Nothing is 100%. Something can always happen."
"We may have to adapt to new plans..."Mick trailed off, turning to look at the eldest one in the car. "But we can do this." We have to., was added silently.
When they came into the city, they drew looks. It was strange, to see so many unusual cars mixed with military grade. People stared as they passed. Eventually the group stopped at some pawn shop to get some radios, for Epps to contact the airforce when they were closer. When they started moving again, Lennox lead the way so no one in the mustang knew where they were going. "Look." Sam pointed out the F-22 flying overhead.
Ahead of them, the convoy stopped and the men started climbing out. "Airforce has arrived! Pop smoke!" Lennox called.
Epps held the radio to his mouth. "Raptor, Raptor, do you copy?"
Everyone held their breath, climbing out to look up as it flew above buildings. "We have you visual."
"Green smoke is the mark. Provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction."
So, that's their plan., Mick and Saffron exchanged a look. They were going to fly the cube of there? Did they realize how...stupid that was? How many Decepticons could fly? Three or four of them. They would blast down anything that came close enough.
Ironhide shifted to bot mode. "It's Starscream! Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee!" Rachet pulled back as the black and yellow mustang shifted. He looked back at his charge, pointing east. She nodded, smiling sadly and ran over to hug his leg. A soft 'be careful' was all he or the other bots got, before she went back to Sam and Mick. Bumblebee let out a soft whirl and moved to assist the weapons specialist.
"No, no, no, no. MOVE!" Lennox started shooing his men back. Ironhide and Bumblebee lifting a large delivery truck to take the blunt of the attack.
Everything was hectic, people and bots going in all directions. Perfect time to slip away. The three backed from the scene, turning down a side street and started running. They tried very hard to ignore the sounds of battle from behind them. "Sammy, try and pull up GPS on your phone!" Saffron called out, cube tucked snugly under her arm.
"Alright, alright!" pulling said device out, he brought up the right app.
A series of explosions sounded off from the street, making them falter. Screams, crying, echoing. "Bumblebee!" and of course Ironhide shouting the youngest autobots name.
Saffron actually stopped on that last one. She whipped around to stare back in that direction. There was a cloud of smoke and dust coming up over the buildings. "Bee?" she whispered the name.
"Anyone hurt? Clear the area!"
"Rachet!" again, Ironhide shouting.
"You two go on ahead." Mick started. "I'll go handle Bee."
"Mick.." trailing off, she sniffed then hugged him. "Love ya, Mickey."
"Love you to, Ronnie. Don't be an asshole and get yourself killed." he warned.
"Same goes for you!" she pointed at him menacingly then smiled.
"Go." with that, he turned and went back to the fight.
Taking a deep breath, Saffron turned to Sam and nodded. "Let's go." off running they went.
The sight Mick came up on was...disastrous to say the least. People lying around all over the place. Pieces of cars and buildings lingering. A horrible sight. Looking side to side, he came upon what brought him back and paled. Bumblebee was leaning back on a tan...with half his legs missing. "Bee?!" sprinting over, he dropped to his knees beside him. "Oh my god." he's starting to panic now. "Your legs!"
Pitiful sounds left the mustang, as he pushed himself off the van and began crawling. "C'mon, you'll be fine. Ronnie will kill you if you die." yes, he realized how condescending the statement was. More whirls left the bot, looking in the direction Saffron had gone. "She's fine, her and Sam are going now." sitting back on his heels, he looked around a moment. For something to help. When his eyes landed on a tow truck, he grinned. "Be right back, Bee."
Further down the street, Jazz, Rachet and Ironhide were fighting. Brawl, a tank formed Decepticon. He had fired a series of missiles, right at the three autobots. Ironhide transformed to avoid being hit, pushing up. Spinning mid-air, he came back down, aiming his cannons to the ground and firing to give him some force. He did a bad-ass manly verison of a somersault over a dark haired femme in a blue dress.
Jazz skid onto the street, shifting and jumping onto of the Decepticon. A hand grabbed the barrel, pulling up. As he did, Brawl started changing as well. The solace too took out a set of missile launcher, before being thrown into a store front. Ironhide, with him distracted, fired at him. Jazz pushed himself up and ran forward, swiping at his legs, as Rachet used a spinning razor disk to take his arm right off.
"Concentrate your fire!" Lennox and his men lined up at a piece of fallen wall, firing over it at the tank as well.
Mick, finally reaching the tow truck, yanked on the handle. Relief filled him at not being locked and climbed in. The keys still sat in the ignition. "Thank you god." whispering, he started it and pulled out of the alley it was partially hidden in. He paid no heed to anything else that was happening around him, just stopped behind Bumblebee and got out. "Alright, let's do this!" he began wrapping the cords around the bot firmly. "I hope you're ready, 'cause this is no time for resting."
"Not time like the present." was his response. The blonde grinned.
"Mick!" he turned at the call to see Lennox and the others coming toward him. "Where's the cube?"
"With Ronnie."
"...where's she?" he looked around but didn't see the curly haired girl.
"Gone." he shrugged when they looked at him.
"What do you mean...gone?" Epps stepped up.
"Meaning her and Sam are taking care of the Allspark." stopping what he was doing, he turned to face the men that sorta stared at him. They looked shocked. "We already had a plan, before you all decided to come to Mission City."
"Whoa, you just can't decide something like that." Lennox snapped.
"Your plan was no better." he leveled a stare on the men. "You planned on getting it to a Black Hawk and fly it out of here. Did you know three of the Decepticons are flyers?" he thought they were understanding, by the looks on their faces. "They would have blown them out of the sky before they even touched it."
"What's your plan then?" it was one of the men they hadn't really been introduced to, that asked.
"Hiding it." that was all he would say on the matter, hopping to the ground when he was done. "There was to much for you to worry about. The Autobots know what we had planned, so all you have to do is focus on the battle here." then he moved around to get in the cab of the truck, leaving a group of stunned men. Pulling into an alley, away from all the fighting, he just sat there and breathed in. He hoped, really hoped Saffron and Sam were fine. He almost wished he hadn't come back but then-he glanced back to their damaged friend, who was already looking at him-he couldn't have left him there. Not like he was. He supposed he just hated the thought of sitting there, doing nothing. Pushing the door open, he stepped out and moved to the back. Bumblebee followed the move, head cocking. "I don't like just sitting here, doing nothing."
"It might be a sin, but I'll take your bet. You're gonna regret, 'cause I'm the best there's ever been." the Charlie Daniels song blared from Bumblebee's speakers.
Mick stared at him a moment before grinning. "Alright then!" slapping the bots shoulder, he winked. "Get ready, cause we're going straight into trouble!" laughing, he ran for the cab and jumped in. Backing from the alley they had taken shelter in, he spun the wheel so they straightened out. Nose away form the destruction. "Ready Bee?!" a large metal hand rose, flashing a thumbs up and the blonde punched it in reverse and hit the gas.
They swerved around people, honking horns at those they couldn't afford. Luckily, they jumped aside. They came up on a battle, the tank, Brawl, getting back up. "FIRE BEE, FIRE!" lifting an arm, it morphed into a large cannon-like gun and fired. The first couple blast hit it's target, Mick maneuvering them as safely as he could. If a car was to far in their path, Bumblebee just swung an arm out and knocked it aside. The duo was a force to reckon with.