A few days later and I was back to myself. June and Ratchet put me through a treatment for the congealed blood in my arms and legs. As they slowly removed the offending blood they did at a rate for my body to produce new blood cells to replace them. It was sort of like a dialysis treatment. In those days my mind began to unscramble to how it was the last time I was back at the base. It was like going through the mental development of a child in extreme fast forward.

My treatment was over and against the advice of both June and Ratchet I was back on my feet again. I had gone through what happened on board the ship with the Autobots. They were stunned that Megatron had even bothered to search me out. Elita was horrified that I was again on my own to face Megatron myself. She still blames herself for not being there, but as hard as I might, I couldn't get her to see it wasn't.

But there was one thing that disturbed us all. How did Megatron find me? The information of my whereabouts is normally classified through… special arrangements. But it was clear there was a mole somewhere and we had to deal with it.

But where to start? Who was the mole? Is it just one person or a group? Which country or department? And most importantly, how deep does this mole go? Now this is the point where I'd say 'It can't be anyone here' because if there is one very important lesson I have had to learn the hard way was, never trust anybody. But strangely enough the rule I have learn about trust is, don't trust anybody but trust… somebody. Although there was an exception, I knew I could trust the Autobots themselves. The whole notion that they would give me up to the Decepticons was laughable. That was pretty clear after hearing Optimus make speech after speech about protecting humanity and never let a single human die at their hands. So the mole was without a shadow of doubt was not them. But that doesn't really narrow it down. But I had nothing to work on.

This was the discussion going on in my head undisturbed when "Michael" Fowler disturbed me. I swung my office chair by my desk to face him.

"This came through my desk today. It's addressed to you"

"Me? Who from?" I asked quite puzzled.

"I couldn't check it. Diplomatic seal on it" He handed over the A4 size white envelope to me. I looked at it. My name and the address to Fowler's office were in print. On the back was the red seal, it had the stamp of the British Home Office.

"Thanks" Indicating him to go away. Chances were, it was for my eyes only. He took note and went elsewhere. Maybe to chat with the kids who were helping out with cleaning. I wasn't because quite frankly, I needed a break. Even If I wasn't almost killed by Megatron, I still have been working every day for nearly the last two months. I deserved a break.

I broke the seal and pulled out a single page letter. On the top was the stamp and address of the Home Office. However the rest was hand written.

Dear Mr Rickers

In light of recent events it would seem that, what would be two unrelated events are in fact the cause and effect of the other. I had been informed about your recent, setback shall we say and I believe we have some crucial information that you and your friends would be interested in.

Would you please at your earliest convenience come and meet me in person at the Home Office.

I looked at the bottom of the page to see you sent the letter. It was none other than the Home Secretary.

I was clearly surprised. I might have even said something out loud as Optimus came over.

"Michael?"

"I think we have something"

Optimus didn't say anything but the expression on his face was for me to continue. "I've been asked to see the Home Secretary. The Home Office seems to have information concerning you in general. Most likely about this mole"

"Optimus" Arcee announced her presence behind Optimus. "As this concerns us, I believe I should go along with him"

I looked right at her, now standing up next to the platform edge "Arcee, this is London we're talking about. First of all it is the most heavily CCTV'd place in the world so there is no way you could transform without being spotted. And…"

"And, what?"

"And as your vehicle mode is a sports bike, I'd say you'd be nicked within ten minutes parked in the London streets"

See turn her head away slightly, she was irritated by this fact "No offence Arcee, but you just couldn't come along, not unless some how you could appear as a human that is"

She turned back to face me "As a matter of fact. I think I could"

Optimus looked from Arcee to me "I have no problem with this. After all it is you who has been invited. It's your decision"

"Fine, ok. So tell me Arcee. How are you going to look like a human?"

So there we were. All of us, the Autobots, the children, Fowler and June in the centre of the control room.

"So Ratchet, just explain it to me in plain English"

"As you know, Arcee has a hologram to help blend in with her vehicle mode. In my own time I had been working on a way to further enhance her hologram should ever the need arise. But like most things, it has some compromises"

"Which are?"

"First Arcee would have to go in a forced power down. And for her to use a fully functioning walking, talking hologram she needs to use this" He show a simple boxed shape electronic device. "It's a holographic projector. However it has a very limited range. Probably twenty meters at most. So if her hologram is to accompany you, you will need to carry this with you. So I've modelled it to look like what you'd call a pager. I know it's out of date by even your technology, but I'm sure you could come up with a story should you need to"

"So all your saying is, Arcee's true form will be here while a hologram she controls follows me, by me clipping this to my belt?"

"When you boil it down, yes. However you must understand that should this device be broken while it is occupied by her, we could lose her programing, her mind if you will"

"Some compromise. Well only if Arcee is ok with that?" I looked up to her. So did everyone else.

"Fine with me. So when do we go?"

"Not until we have finalized the ascetics of your hologram" Ratcheted answered.

"Oh and I'll will give you a run down on human weapons first. It could be dangerous out there"

"Actually, Michael has got a point there. Arcee, your hologram could be severely affected by human weaponry. It could cause massive corruption with your programming if your hologram was hit. In other words you'd be as vulnerable as a human"

"Scrap" Arcee said quietly to herself.

"OIY! I heard that" I said, feeling insulted.

"Well lets sort out the ascetics first" She looked at me, expecting me to come up with suggestions.

"Don't ask me. I don't know anything about woman's fashion" I looked at June. I raised my hands as if saying 'could you?'

"Come with me Arcee, lets sort it out" June gestured for her to follow her towards the main computer. June raced up the stairs and made her way to stand next to the keyboard while giving advice on how the hologram should look.

"I'll set up the target range" I said to no one in particular.

I had a paper target of the typical angry solider roaring at the gunman set up roughly twenty meters away from the firing line. On the table I had an array of different handguns on display. June came towards me holding the device.

"Here you go" She gave me the pager and I clipped it to my belt. I pressed the on button and like in all the Sci-fi films a hologram materialized. The hologram looked very similar to June, like they were sisters. As it turns out the hologram was based on June but the face was slightly different. It was like taking Arcee's actual face but in human form, giving it a very slim jaw. And like June it had black hair which was hair tied back, just like June. But what it was wearing was certainly different to June. It was dressed in a long black trench coat and black trousers with slight flares at the ends of the legs. She wore simple black low heal shoe's which complimented everything else. She looked smart, but too smart.

"You look lovely" I told Arcee. She took it as a simple comment, not a compliment.

"So, what have you got for me?" She asked, getting to the point.

"Ok, first I thought we'd simply go over the basics first. We will only use handguns as anything more will be difficult to hide as it against the law to have a gun in the UK, unless you have a licence, which you only get for rifles. So we are looking for small weapons. Which, by the way is right up my street"

"Your street?"

"Never mind. So let's start with this one" I picked up my own sidearm, a Glock 17 which I've had replaced with a new one, this being a generation four type Glock 17. "Ok, first we check it's empty so we pull back the slide" I pulled it back so she could see inside the chamber, it was empty. I let the slide spring back. "We take our magazine which holds seventeen rounds and slap it home. Pull back on the slide. And now it's ready to fire"

I took aim at the target "Keep your aim steady and a simply trick, always aim slightly lower than your target or the recoil will shoot it slightly above. Ninety five per cent of the time a round will fire above its target. Now you slowly squeeze the trigger. Nice a smooth until…" BANG.

The bullet hit the target straight through the head. Both Arcee and June flinched at the sudden loud noise.

I took the clip out and emptied the chamber, then handed the gun to her. She did everything right the first time. She checked herself it was empty, loaded it and slowly took aim. However she was finding it hard to fire.

"Here" I stood behind her with the same stance as she was and took hold of her hand. I wrapped my finger around hers and gently squeezed it into the trigger. BANG.

The recoil was slightly too much for her as the gun pointed far up.

"Ok, not bad, how about using both hands to steady it" I showed her how by taking the gun back holding it with one hand as normal and the second held around the trigger guard. I hand it back to her and again she tried to fire another round. BANG.

That second shot got its target.

I let her empty the clip for some practice, after she got use to the recoil her aim really improved. Now she was firing at the same level of accuracy as she does in her true form.

"Okay I think you're ready"

"I'm ready when I say I'm ready" She hit back, which surprised me.

"Err, hang on. I'm the expert here. You can stop now"

"How good are you?"

"Take a shot" So she put in a new clip and fired one shot. Before she could do anything else I grabbed the gun from her and without much thought, I fired a shot. The shot I fired was millimetres from her shot. She was stunned.

I pulled out my seaman's knife and threw it behind me with an underarm throw at the target without looking at it. It landed squarely through the target's heart.

"Good enough?" I asked her. She remained there with her mouth gapping wide open. I smirked. "You're ready" I took the clip out from the gun and went over to the target to retrieve my knife. "We better get going" I headed for the main control room, as she had to stay near me, she didn't have much choice but to follow me.

We returned back to the control room. Arcee looked up at the other Autobots an instinctive step back after taking in how big they appear from the perspective of a human. "See what we lot have to deal with" I said to her. She remained silent for the moment. Optimus approached us, Arcee now realizing how much the ground shook as he walked. It was quite clear from her face that she was slightly nervous as she took a step closer to me without realizing it.

"Arcee, are you alright?" Optimus asked as he knelt down to look at her hologram more closely.

"Y-Yes Optimus, it's just everything seems… bigger now. I'll get used to it" She said slowly, and nervously.

"Arcee, would you like to see yourself? Your true form that is" I asked her.

"Umm, ok" She said, again slowly and nervously.

I led her over to the medical bay. In the large chamber, was Arcee's true body held in place, stood up, looking completely lifeless. She walked tentatively as she slowly looked up from her new point of view towards herself, trying to take it all in.

Jack came quickly to her side. "Arcee?" He asked quietly. She turned to face him.

"So this is how you see me huh? I can see now why you made a run for it the first time we met"

"How are you feeling?" He slowly asked, there was great concern for his guardian in his voice.

She took a deep breath "I feel fine, slightly overwhelmed. But fine" They both smiled at each other for a short while.

"Ok, we need to be on our way Arcee" I said, interrupting there moment together.

She started to walk toward my Jaguar. "Arcee?"

"Well, you coming or not?"

"Have you seen the London traffic, we'd be better off on foot" She looked slightly annoyed at the fact that I was telling her she was now only as fast as a human.

"Ratchet, if you please" I said

Ratchet went to the ground bridge control. I handed over to Arcee a Glock 17 and three clips for it. She stowed it away in an inside coat pocket.

The ground bridge opened up. Optimus looked at us both "Arcee, for the time being, I want you to do as Michael says. You are entering a world that he understands greatly so follow his lead, however if you believe the situation gets too dangerous then you can decide to pull out. Michael is that ok with you?"

"Sure"

"Be careful out there"

"Yes, Optimus" We both said and we together walked through the swirling wall of light.