Chapter 11: Taking a Walk in Bitter Lanes

It was chaotic at first with all the blaring sirens and military men running around amok and such. There wasn't really time to be calmly striding through the corridors as they prepare for arrivals that were clearly alien in nature... but for our resident civilian squishy, there was.

He strode through the halls like he was walking in a park with small smile plastered on his face. Samuel had gotten up earlier than necessary that day without alerting the others, basking in the morning sunlight.

This activity had become one of his favorites ever since Nil had come back. The sun early in the morning was her favorite which he hadn't questioned why. Being detained for more than 5 years does that to a person especially when that person is an outdoor loving girl.

It was a surprise to all of them in his group, really... That after so long, she had been given a release. After 5 more years of detainment after him for an action that they had a right to do, had truly devastated his group in more ways than one. She was their heart while he was the head… She cared for all of them and made sure that they had this type of chain surrounding one another.

But that chain had broke along with some of their hope. Their defiance had also given her the most brutal backlash among all of them since she had begged to suffer for the others.

That reprimand should have been his and the other girl's of their group. If it weren't for the fact that he was needed for another slagging mission in saving all of humanity and that the other was pregnant with her mate and would be soon to be husband in human terms -which they have been hiding from the organization until now-, she would have been among them since the last release. He would have trade places with her back then so she could immediately get out of the torture but his Superior has other plans it seems… And that plan involves them being separated and reprogrammed one by one.

What he calls reprogram is not like what others do to a computer… No, it is certainly not for if you reprogram a machine, you would change its own system and wipe out the data it has since the beginning. For them… to be reprogrammed is to be 'displined' and be 'taught' how to think, to act and to react to many situations according to what is 'right'. Kind of like change the morals or protocols of the Autobots.

Luckily, Reggie was the first one to be let out with his group's safety in mind. He but all just convinced his reprogrammer that he knew every slagging thing that he needed to remember before submitting to being observe for a whole month. Then he was tested on the field and monitored throughout the entire lifespan of whom he created 'Simmons'.

The old man was capable on his own. Assuming that no other complications would be sent on his way, he was able to help them from the outside and was able to keep them sane and going until the date of their own releases. The hellish days seems to be less hellish when the man would be the one to coordinate their movements…

Reggie's background is that he was the very first in their line that was created successfully by their organization. After so long of failed experiments, he was able to survive the extensive changes they had done to him. From electrocution, to stretching and enhancing brain's cognitive process… every slagging experiment was worthy to be called an illegal torture and sentence game for worst criminals.

Samuel admits that the man is wiser through experience but he lacks the improvements added to the newer generation. All of the newer subjects had special capabilities that human's can't even comprehend how one of them could do it.

But the lacks of these things doesn't bother Reggie, along with the fact that his group members were younger than him. Not at all… If it did, he wouldn't be one of them for the man had long since earned and gained their respect to be one of them.

Betraying the group he had come to call family was not on their top list so the act he had done that time was for merely trying to keep things under control from the outside before everything blows scrap on their organization's face plates for being slow-processor-ed slag-heads in tin can bodies. It was safe to say that they were the ones practically running it from the back stages.

How many times do you think had they been able to keep their organization out of the worlds mind…?

Thinking of their organization, he can't help glower at the massive shift it had gone through since they had started in it. Apparently, before it turned to downright like this, it was safe to say that everything was running on a good cause.

But since there was nothing permanent in the world other than change and taxes, that cause had also morphed into something awful...

It was the same thing that happened to the cause that the megalomaniac Decepticon leader had. The once ever so lovingly and honored mech that was known to be the almighty and powerful Lord High Protector of his race had been eaten away by the change and had turn to the blood lusting one.

Samuel couldn't help wonder what could be if time was nonexistent as stillness reined on them. It was an easy question… Stillness equals to stagnancy. Being stagnant equals no change and then no change means anything… Simple right? Well… not.

He chuckled at the thought of how time could have such a dramatic influence on a processor or mind. Added to that fact are the factors that would likely effect the growth, implementation and perception of other things... It is like a stack of dominoes in a line, if one tumbles, it will take another one with it and will continue on until nothing is left standing.

It their organization, that effect will soon occur…

As of late, no one in their organization had been suspicious of his and his group's actions. Even at that pit-spawned summit that they had set-up to see how their reunion had gone… No one could tell that something was up again with them.

Their mentors in the art of Deception had no clue that everything is a lie about them. When one by one they entered the old private mansion in Chicago, none of his group had given recognition to one another. If ever one of them did, they were rewarded with a glare by the other. They had to act like they had broken away like what their Superior had wanted.

On the veranda, over looking every single member of their organization, Samuel sat emotionlessly besides the old man he had come to know as none other than his great great Grandfather, Archibald Witwicky. The man is whom they call the Superior and despite his old age, he still looks like he is able to run a hundred miles and still have some energy left for another activity. Attest to that is the way he had managed his organization for so long in the dark while keeping his own company alive and conquering the business industry with his long time crew.

Nil was sitting on the other side of the man with the same emotionless expression he had on. They were careful to put bruises on her to show that Samuel had not been happy to see her the time she was given clearance to visit her leader. Ron was puzzled at that but when Sam explained that his reason was his mom, the man had shut up instantly.

The other man did not give away any information about them anymore when it had come to the interactions in their household and Samuel was relieved for that. One more seed of doubt was immediately killed.

When the meeting started, his grandfather addressed Sam to the others and rewarded him with applauds for keeping the oath of their organization. Protecting humanity was their sole purpose and nothing else. Archibald had also said that his heroic act wouldn't go to waste even if he had stayed dead that time. It was just a sign that his purpose was fulfilled.

In the inside, Samuel had seethed at that. And what?! Leave my group in your hands to be used and be sacrificed too?! He couldn't help but think how sweet it was to kill him then and there.

:No, calm yourself… We are outnumbered here and I am not planning of any one of us to be wasted right here and right now…: He heard her voice in his ear piece but when he fake-glared at her direction, she wasn't even moving her mouth. It seems that she had created telepathic communication now…

:Sweet, right? Helps me stay sane when I was still held behind confinement.: She sighed and then her presence left his mind. Too soon, he heard the Superior's voice address his group to come and step up on the stage below them.

They went down there and stood in silence with each other. Seven people stayed in silence as watchful eyes stared endlessly.

"The summit held today is for not only to recognize the Humanity's survival, for here in front of us is the recompleted Elite team… Our cream of the crop has once again come back!" The oldest man shouted in glee as applauses erupted from the crowed.

The Elites stood before them with blank faces as their symbol –a small metallic figure of a shield with the earth behind it that was 1x1x1 cm in dimension- were once again held out to them as a sign for them to accept their title and responsibility.

Without hesitation, they took it one by one as they drop it to their mouths. It was a painful swallow but it fade away. They had long gone since mastered the art of eating and consuming metals –a skill that no others had known outside their group-. This will be the last time they would be able to see that symbol… and it would clearly be the last time that they would be made to take it out of their own systems again by self operation.

Once that was done, they went back to their post looking the same. Then the event went on to introducing the new candidates for the next generation of Elites and other matters like the missing bodies of the Cybertronians they had killed and collected.

The summit ended that afternoon and they went back to their routine of deception.

For the organization and his father, he was the Sam as of late; the kind, efficient, geeky but super smart and a wonderful leader… not the Samuel that they had stubbornly tried to wipe off.

How foolish of them to think that the wounds they had inflicted on them could heal with mere apologies and gifts throughout their life span. Giving them freedom once again was a mistake they would really soon regret. He promised them that.

Samuel really doesn't like where everything was going for now but the more he stuck around to find out, things had been coming a lot nicer to work with, minus the getting killed and stuff. This also takes him away from the boring educational facilities that he was subjected to.

At least his best friend would be finished once they move but what was the point? None- nada… They were just wasting money on them when they really shouldn't have to. But certainly, they were thinking that having a record within the US government would lessen the strain they had to be in whenever identities are to be verified.

Taking about verification... The new comers are in ETA about 2 minutes from now and he clearly wants to be one of those who greet them without cannons and such… War driven mechs had the tendency to be worried over their afts even though they were allies. With these new additional also, he would likely want to see for himself if they were to possible threat to their plan.

Once he had got to the entrance of the hangar, he saw Simmons grinning madly to his self which was natural if others hadn't even batted him an eye or asked if he needed to go to the loony bin. The others had their guns and weapons out as his earlier companion stood in his battle position besides Optimus, with his battle mask on.

The lack of mechs here gave him the idea that maybe that was the reason Bee had to respond immediately. All of them waited, staring at the large hangar door as if there was a hideous looking metal aft head in the name of Megatron, going to come out and bite them in the aft.

He chuckled at that but before he could the hangar doors broke loose.

Location: Diego Garcia Main Entrance Status: Amused

Journal Entry

One step, two step…

Things are worser than what I had expected.

Third step, fourth step…

The cracks are getting wider and wider.

Fifth step, sixth step…

We need to mobilize.

Seventh ste- whoops…

She slipped.

Slag.

End of Entry

Samuel James Witwicky

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