-The Nemesis, Washington State-
"So lemme get this straight. You had to strip bare naked in front of Megatron?"
"Yeah, don't act like you weren't hoping to see me nude you stupid pervert."
It was a cool, misty early morning above the forest. The clouds had not yet dispersed, hiding the Nemesis behind a layer of gray-white fog. On the landing bay, the Stuntikids had gathered around their leader to bid her good luck on her latest mission. There were others too. Some Vehicons stood by while Soundwave typed in coordinates for the ground-bridge. They couldn't risk sending her too close to Sector Seven's headquarters. They had to be stealthy about this.
Speaking of stealthy, Bridgette's outfit looked like something out of a spy movie. Her mohawk was slicked back, hidden underneath a black baseball cap. Her equally black jacket, cargo pants and dark gray sneakers completed her night-colored outfit. To some it looked somewhat ridiculous, but then again it was Knockout who dressed her up. Probably got his influence from too much human television.
"Bridge you look like you belong in a Splinter Cell game," Samantha said while looking at her commander's outfit.
"You're saying like that's a bad thing," Bridgette replied, smirking at her, "Besides where I'm going I'm gonna need to stick to the shadows."
"You mean Sector Seven's secret headquarters, right?" Holly asked, "Do you even know where the hell it is?"
"No clue, but Soundwave over there is triangulating our best bet. Probably gonna be some deserted island in the middle of the ocean." Bridgette responded. Her first encounter with Sector Seven was in an abandoned military base in the middle of the United States, and that was just one of their offices. Their headquarters had to be somewhere that nobody would even look, or even know. They were a secret government agency, after all. She'd seen enough movies to know how they operate.
"Hey human," Bridgette turned to see Dropkick holding something, "Megatron wanted me to give this to you. Special delivery from Shockwave."
"Oh, thanks Dropkick," she said as he knelt down to give her what he held. It was a small, wireless headphone no bigger than her thumb. It looked just like a Bluetooth earbud. Bridgette realized that it was a radio transmitter. The small red device would help her keep in touch with her commanders on the Nemesis. She put it in her ear, testing to see if it worked.
"Can you hear me, girl?" Dropkick said through Decepticon intercom, and Bridgette gave a thumbs-up. He gave one back. "Cool."
"Bridgette, Soundwave has triangulated Sector Seven's headquarters." Bridgette heard Turmoil's voice from her earpiece giving her commands, "Thanks to the stolen information that we got from your last encounter with the human agency, we were able to track down their location."
"Alright, so where is it?"
"Inside a structure called Hoover Dam."
That certainly surprised the Stuntikid. She'd been to Hoover Dam plenty of times when she was a kid. Hard to believe that there was a top-secret government agency hidden underneath all that concrete. Though it kind of made sense. Who would look in a national monument? Still surprising, considering that the dam had been around for so long, someone might have noticed something.
"Really? Huh. That sounds like fun," Bridgette grumbled out the last part. Hoover Dam was a tourist hub, bound to have tons of innocent bystanders.
"Soundwave has detected multiple access points from the southern end of the dam. You should be able to sneak your way in from there. Once you're inside find the databanks and hack in so Soundwave can begin scanning their network. Unfortunately, with the limited space that the structure has we cannot guarantee a ground-bridge. If there happens to be any trouble, you're on your own."
"Got it commander," Bridgette said. While she seemed to be fine on the outside, in reality she was nervous as hell. Sector Seven was already on the hunt for the Stuntikids and she was being sent straight into the lion's den. Plus, if Infernocus was any sort of hint, who knew what else Sector Seven had down there. Bridgette had every right to be scared for her safety. And it turns out she wasn't the only one.
"Hey, Bridgette?" She turned to hear Zoey's pleading tone, "Please be safe, okay?"
"Don't worry, Zoey," Bridgette knelt down to pet the top of Zoey's head, "I'll be back before you know it, safe and sound."
"The ground-bridge is open, human. Time to go," Dropkick pointed to the swirling green portal standing before them. Bridgette gave a huff before getting a running start, jumping straight through the ground-bridge and back onto the surface. The Stuntikids watched their leader go, some of them looking less enthused than others.
"Man, Bridgette gets all the cool missions." Holly whined. Escaping a Sector Seven kidnapping with the help of an ancient combiner and now a stealth mission to break into a top-secret government base. Bridgette really did get all the cool missions.
"Yeah, meanwhile we're stuck here probably on cleaning duty." Samantha joined in.
"Speaking of cleaning duty," Dropkick spoke. They saw that he was holding a collection of solid gray mops each one dripping with some sort of liquid. There was also a large bin filled with a deep blue liquid at his feet, "Megatron told me that she wanted the flight deck looking spotless. So here," The Decepticon dropped the wipers in front of the Stuntikids without a care, splashing them with cleaning fluid.
"You can't be serious," Ethan said, seeing how large and dirty the flight deck really was, "We'll be here all day!"
"Not my problem," Dropkick shrugged, walking back while whistling to himself, leaving the Stuntikids to clean up alone.
"Well," Samantha said, picking up her mop, "I hope Bridgette is having a better time than us."
...
The Stuntikid commander landed on a flat bed of concrete. The moment her feet touched the ground the portal behind her closed, and it was then Bridgette realized that she was in fact near Hoover Dam. She'd forgotten just how massive it was. Hard to believe that it was built during the Great Depression. She took a look around and saw that she was on top of a building, which happened to be the nearby parking lot. And there were plenty of people around, at least a couple dozen standing at the sidewalk to peer down the solid gray slope of Hoover Dam.
"Alright, Turmoil said the southern end of the dam," Bridgette said to herself, gazing at the Colorado River below. From her position she could see various structures down near the waters edge, most likely drains. She also saw armed guards standing near a truck as it entered a garage on the other side, trailing down from a dirt road that weaved along the rocky slopes. There was her way in.
"Hey!" Bridgette heard someone yell, "What are you doing up here?"
She looked around and saw a group of high school boys looking at her. She realized that it must have seemed a little strange that there was a young woman in dark-colored clothes looking about on top of the parking lot. Bridgette knew that she couldn't blow her cover this quickly, she had to respond to make herself look normal.
"Y'know," Bridgette said back, fumbling for an answer, "tourist stuff."
Tourist stuff? Really? The Stuntikid inwardly cringed, Smooth Bridge, that oughta make sure they don't get suspicious.
"Really?" One of them said. Another had his phone out and was aiming his camera at Bridgette, "Doesn't look like you're doing much, hottie."
"Uh, huh," Bridgette said, feeling a frown form on her face. She really didn't need to get hit on by a bunch of high school twerps. Half of them were eyeing her chest.
"Take your top off!" The boy holding the phone said, causing the others to start laughing.
"Ugh." Boys. Bridgette rolled her eyes, walking away and ignoring the group's cries of disappointment that she didn't shed her clothing in front of them. She had a mission here. Thankfully there was an exit ramp to her right and Bridgette simply hoped that nobody would notice her. Walking down, avoiding the line of cars and reaching the sidewalk was easy, now to just get going and make sure she wasn't going to attract any more attention. There were plenty of people standing around and doing tourist stuff, like she had said before, so the bonus of blending in was on Bridgette's side today.
Or so she thought as the moment she hopped over the parking lot exit ramp to leave a pair of armed soldiers walked by, both of them carrying advanced looking rifles. Bridgette practically flung herself behind the nearest mass of people, hoping that she wasn't spotted. A quick peek and she saw that they were simply standing around, talking to each other. They hadn't seen her.
"Whew," Bridgette put a hand over her pounding heart, "That was way too close."
Bridgette kept going, making sure to stay out of sight from any soldier she spotted. She didn't want to seem too out of place, so she walked normally, not wanting to catch attention. The sidewalk was lined with school buses giving Bridgette a form of cover, something that she was very thankful for. So far she hadn't encountered any sort of trouble while she strolled. The schoolkids that barely came up to her waist were a bit of a nuisance as they waddled their way out of the buses, but it was much preferred over getting caught and cuffed by a Sector Seven goon.
Reaching the dirt road that lead down to the access gate would take time, but that was fine with Bridgette. She had patience for this type of work.
"Can you hear me, Bridgette?" She stopped, hearing the familiar voice coming from her earpiece.
"Loud and clear, Turmoil. I'm heading down to a garage nearby, maybe I can get inside Sector Seven from there. I'll call you when I've found something."
"Affirmative. Turmoil out."
...
Bridgette realized that getting to the garage was easy. Getting inside was another story. The place was protected with armed guards, two on the ground and two others on a catwalk right above the loading bay. Bridgette was lucky that she hadn't got caught yet. She spied their positions behind a large crate, making sure to keep out of eyesight whenever they turned to her direction.
"Ugh, this is gonna be tricky," she mumbled to herself. Just how was she going to get inside without drawing all kinds of attention?
"Hey Michelle, Evan, you guys mind getting these crates over to the repositories? Boss asked us to get them inside a couple minutes ago," Bridgette heard a pair of voices, and saw that there was a pair of armed guards making their way towards her. She hid herself behind the other crates just as the guards rounded the corner.
"Why do we have to do all the heavy lifting? I signed up to shoot aliens, not be a mailman for some nerds," the guard on the left whined.
"Hey, you wanna tell the guy who pays you why the labs aren't up and running?" Her companion said back, pointing at the large stack of crates that Bridgette was hiding behind. "Look, I'll grab the forklift. You just stand there and look pretty." The other guard headed over to a dark gray vehicle bay while the other guard glared at him as she readjusted the black helmet on her head.
"Remind me to kick you in the ass when we're done," she mumbled.
Bridgette instantly thought of a plan, one that just might work if she was careful. One of the crates just so happened to be big enough for her to squeeze in. Keeping herself as quiet as possible, Bridgette pried open the plywood cover and hopped inside. A quick snap of the opening back over her and Bridgette was concealed in the dark of her temporary cover. The nearby guard looked over when she thought she had heard a noise, but saw nothing.
Now all Bridgette had to do was wait. She didn't have to wait for long as she felt something hit the box from below her and raise it high above the floor. She could her the muffled sounds of Beep! Beep! Beep! of the forklift hauling its cargo. A small crack in the plywood allowed Bridgette to see where she was going; right into the heart of Sector Seven and whatever secrets that lay below.
"Mission start," Bridgette said to herself.
...
It took some time, but the forklift eventually came to a stop.
"Finally," Bridgette muttered to herself as she felt the box being lowered onto the floor. When the sounds of the forklift became softer, she knew that she was alone. Bridgette carefully pushed the cover open and hopped out, stretching her limbs and spine after having been cramped inside without much moving space. The Stuntikid quickly put the cover back on, making sure to cover her tracks so nobody got wise to her being here.
The two push doors revealed an open hallway lit with fluorescent lighting and clean office-gray walls, something that Bridgette thought was fitting for a secret base. Like the "abandoned" base back in the Midwest, there wasn't much human activity as well. Still, Bridgette kept an eye out for anything as she moved as quickly as possible through Hoover Dam, keeping herself low to the ground and not making as much noise.
"Think they finally decided to deal with those kids?" Bridgette stopped herself behind a corner, hearing a voice coming from her left. Slowly she peeked and saw two men dressed in scientist lab coats talking to each other.
"I dunno, but they'd better. I'd think it would be a good idea for them to try to live a normal life, y'know? Bad enough Fowler roped in those three civvies already, not like the situation could get any worse." He said. Bridgette knew that they were talking about Jack, Raf and Miko. It made sense that they would have been noticed by some of the higher-ups.
"C'mon, let's get some chow. Break's just started," the left scientist said to his friend as they walked away from Bridgette down the hallway, and Bridgette also saw that there was a sign hoisted at the top of the hallway right above the room where the scientists were walking from.
CENTRAL DATABASE
"That's it," she muttered, quietly making her way towards to where the sign hung. A pair of metal doors with lattice-lined glass panes stood in her way. Not like Bridgette had anything to say about that. Unless it was locked, then that would suck.
And it was, as Bridgette found out when she tried to push them open. There were no knobs but a small camera device on the right side, right at chest level. She instantly knew what that meant for her.
"Dammit," she pinched the bridge of her nose, "looks like I'm stealing an ID tag."
"Hey, excuse me?" Bridgette turned around to see two scientists standing behind her. One of them was balancing a stack of files in her hands. "We need to get in the office, could you move please? I know that you rookies like to explore the place but you should be more mindful of your surroundings."
Bridgette blinked. Did they really think that she was some newbie recruit? She realized that it was her outfit, with the matching black and soldier-like garments. The Stuntikid wasn't one to let a chance slip by so she went along with their obliviousness.
"Oh, sorry about that," Bridgette said, stepping out of the way, "I was just trying to get in. Lost my ID."
"Ouch, first day on the job too," the smaller scientist said as she watched her friend swipe his to open the database doors. Bridgette followed them in. The room looked like any normal office building with grayscale-colored walls and ivory carpeting. The desks were their own little places guarded by walls, each one having a name plaque on the side. For such a large room, there was a distinct lack of personnel. Many of the desks that she could see were empty. The floor opened to two paths, and in the intersection lay the Sector Seven symbol.
"Hey newbie, you hear about what happened to our Midwest lab?" The lead scientist asked, and Bridgette shook her head, "The whole place was completely destroyed when someone, and by someone I mean a certain agent who I will not be addressing by name, decided it would be a totally bright idea to use one of our N.B.E. laboratories as a trap," the scientist plopped the filed on her desk with a thud, "which went about as well as you'd expect when you let the enemy march through your front door."
"That bad, huh?" Bridgette said, knowing full well what they were talking about. She was there, after all.
"You don't know the half of it!" The other scientist said, holding up a chicken salad sandwich. "Lost the research and the data and the N.B.E.'s! Six of 'em gone! Like dust to the wind! Don't know where the hell they are, might as well have dropped off the face of the planet." He finished by taking a bite from his sandwich.
So Infernocus is still out there. Bridgette didn't know how to feel when she heard that. On one hand, Infenocus had saved her from being arrested by Sector Seven before. On the other he was a total rogue, neither Autobot nor Decepticon, and that made him a wildcard that Bridgette didn't want to bet on.
She couldn't remain here for long. Someone besides these two nerds were bound to get curious, and since she had made her way into Sector Seven's database with a little help, Bridgette needed to quickly get this done. At the very end of the room behind a clean glass wall were the servers, shining an array of different colored LED lights. Bridgette looked to see if the scientists were paying any attention to her. One was too busy typing up something on her computer while the other was goofing off, watching YouTube on his phone while he chowed down. Walking over as normally as possible, she opened the door and entered the server room.
Here she realized that this place was massive. She'd only gotten to see a glimpse from outside. Here she could see endless rows of blinking hardware lined up in metal columns. Plenty of space for her to get lost, which was just what she needed. Bridgette made her down into the darker, less lit zones where she could hide more easily and found a laptop hooked up to one of the servers.
"Perfect," she said as she opened the laptop. On the screen was a login demanding a user and password. Bridgette fiddled into her left breast pocket and pulled out a small flash drive no bigger than her thumbnail, a little gift courtesy of Zoey's amazing computer skills. A swift plug and she was in. The screen fizzled for a brief moment before the blank white boxes filled themselves out with numbers and letters, and soon Bridgette found herself with Sector Seven's network at her fingertips. Time to get to work.
"Alright, let's see. Cryptozoology, no. Fundamentals, no. Here we are, N.B.E. Studies and Research." Bridgette double-tapped the mousepad twice to open the folder, revealing a massive collection of files, each one filled to the brim with information. There were various projects, installations and experiments that she could see the names of.
"Whoa," she muttered, not expecting the insane amount of data being presented. This was practically a treasure trove of relics just waiting to be recovered.
And she would have done so if she hadn't felt the barrel of a pistol press up against the back of her head, and the click of the safety switch turning off. Someone yanked out the earpiece with force, and she heard the small crunch of metal as the person who found her stomped on it.
"Well well," A very familiar voice echoed from behind the Stuntikid, "long time no see, den mother."
She turned around. Agent Simmons stood there with his arms crossed and a smug smirk on his lips. Behind him were at least a dozen armed guards, each of them armed with guns, some of them with laser-dot sights which beamed at her face. More guards poured in armed to deal with the invader in their midst. Completely surrounded and with nowhere to run to now, Bridgette realized how screwed she really was.
"Dammit."
...
The cell that Bridgette found herself in was as dark and dreary as she'd imagine it. After being cuffed, stripped of her outfit, and practically paraded through the hallways of Hoover Dam, surrounded by agents, scientists and the human Autobots that consisted of Jack, Miko and Raf, she'd found herself locked inside here. The room had one light, a desk lamp on the other side of the table, and a one-way window where Bridgette no doubt knew that people were watching her every move. Even if she couldn't escape in the first place. She'd seen the amount of locks that were on that heavy steel door.
Sector Seven really didn't want her to escape again.
Right now all she could be with was her thoughts, stuck in a chair wearing nothing but a t-shirt and briefs. How would everyone on the Nemesis react to her capture? Motormaster would no doubt try and rescue her along with the other Stunticons. The Stuntikids, the family she had grown to love, would stop at nothing to find their beloved commander. The sorrowing idea that she would never see them again flooded her mind. Sector Seven probably had plans for her permanent incarceration, maybe even experiments lined up for her. After all she was considered to be a traitor to everyone on the planet, who cares if she gets hurt? She was the enemy.
Finally the doors opened, and in came the judges to her future.
A man with a bald head, ginger mustache and a crisp dark suit sat down in front of her, hands locked together. Flanking him was Simmons, who had the smuggest, most shit-eating smirk she'd ever seen on a human being. Looks like he was enjoying himself, being the one who found Bridgette in the first place. After a few moments of tense silence, the man in front of her decided to end it.
"Was it worth it?"
Bridgette blinked. The man sitting in front of her had spoken.
"Was all of this," he gestured to the cell they were in, "worth it? Joining with the monsters that want to conquer our planet? Enslaving humanity? Getting yourself caught trying to siphon data to your alien masters?" He was being loud and very dramatic, probably to try and get some form of reaction out of her. Bridgette didn't even bother. She had made her choice a very long time ago, so the consequences and her fate be damned.
The man continued.
"I don't like your silence, Bridgette," She hated the fact that he knew her name, "It tells me that you don't regret joining the Decepticons."
"No," Bridgette's first words spoken were tough, "I don't."
A dark shroud came over the agent's face. Simmons, who was standing nearby, puffed out his chest. He knew where this was going. The man sighed and leaned in closer, "Are you certain? What do you think will happen once Megatron wins? Do you think you'll be rewarded for your efforts to kill off your own species?"
"I'd imagine so," Bridgette responded coolly, knowing full well what Megatron's plans were for Earth unlike the assumptive Sector Seven agent. She wasn't blind to Megatron's ambitions and her goals for humanity.
Extermination? Probably not. The warlord knew just how valuable humans could be and the Stuntikids were proof.
Assimilation? More than likely. Though she knew it would be forced assimilation.
"Tough girl act, always gotta do it," Simmons chuckled, staring into Bridgette's eyes when she looked at him, "You still think they're gonna come in and save your ass, don't you? Whisk you away on some magical carpet, Aladdin style? Oh, I don't think so. There isn't going to be some ancient N.B.E. to rescue you today."
"I hope you realize just how deep you really are," the agent continued, stopping Simmon's tirade at Bridgette, "Optimus and the rest of the Autobots are here. All of them. They'll be going over your crimes against both them and the people of Earth, the ones you betrayed. This isn't going to be something you're going to walk away from, Bridgette. So unless you confess to your crimes here and now, you're going to be going away for a very, very long time."
A distant rumble shook the room, and the small lamp flickered. Everyone stared at the ceiling as small traces of dust fell down. And then the whole ceiling came down as well, dropping right on the table and cutting off Bridgette from the two agents and the only path to escape. The periodic rumbling continued, Bridgette staring into the walls wondering what was going on. She could hear people yelling and running in the hallways around the cell.
"Menasor?" She wondered out loud. Maybe when they lost her signal the Stunticons went down to try and find her. But she had told them that she would lose signal once inside Sector Seven, so why would they be here? Unless it wasn't Menasor but someone else attacking the dam.
The wall behind Bridgette collapsed, revealing an old tunnel that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. Seeing no other way out, she went on in. Bridgette's bare feet landed on soaked concrete. Thankfully there was light in the tunnel as she continued onward towards wherever this lead to. She had to be quick. Whatever was attacking Hoover Dam was kicking up the intensity.
There was a door to her left that she barged in, thankfully unlocked. The room she found herself in was an abandoned maintenance hall, filled with dust-covered computers and other miscellaneous objects. A large metal double door, her ticket out of here, was at the opposite end.
Bridgette pushed on through, making her way through Hoover Dam. Between avoiding the armed teams of security rushing to get somewhere or Sector Seven scientists evacuating the premises Bridgette had to play this carefully. Finally after what felt like an eternity of running around she found a familiar sign towards a laboratory that she once visited here. Down the hallway and to the left did she find the loading bay of Sector Seven's laboratories, the place where she got in here in the first place. Bridgette saw a familiar painted sign in a yellow arrow pointing to the left.
LOADING BAY
"Perfect."
...
The Stuntikid could hear the battles raging outside even before she hopped out of the loading bay, making sure to keep some cover. Right now without any sort of contact with the Nemesis she was on her own. When she looked to see what was happening, she couldn't believe her eyes.
"No way," she gasped.
At the bottom of Hoover Dam stood none other than the monstrous Infernocus, who was busy fighting off Autobots and Sector Seven's armed divisions. Large black helicopters fired bullets and rockets while the Autobots provided cover with energon bolts and plasma rounds. She narrowly avoided getting crushed underfoot when Warpath made his way to the battlefield, not bother to look where he was stepping. Thankfully it meant that they hadn't noticed her, which she used to her advantage to sneak right back up to the streets above, filled with screaming tourists fleeing the carnage.
"Excuse me, pardon me!" Bridgette said, trying to make her way to the parking lot. At least that was the plan for now. She had no communications on her after she was captured and now she was cut off.
Gunshots rang out, making people dive for cover when the bullets started flying over their heads. Bridgette took cover as well, and saw Simmons leading a group of armed agents. One of them had silver gray hair and was aiming a large pistol right at her, popping off two more shots which narrowly missed. Bridgette, knowing that they were now aiming to actually kill her, ran for her life.
"Oh my god, this is so bad!" Bridgette yelped as the agents fired at her. She kept herself as low to the ground as possible, making her way to the lot where she thought she would be safe. She kept on running, trying to find a place to hide. She scanned the whole place, desperate to not get shot at.
She finally found one. A pickup truck with a tarp over the flatbed.
"Better than nothing," she said to herself as she climbed into the truck's bay, revealing an assortment of tools, broken appliances and other junk was hidden underneath. And she couldn't have been more timely as the agents who were chasing her never noticed her getting in to her hiding spot. Bridgette could hear them walking around as she made herself as small as possible, curling up into a ball and scared out of her mind. Getting shot was one thing. Hunted down to be executed was another. That gray-haired agent looked like he was out for blood.
"She's not here, boss," a guard said, muffled through the tarp, "She must have gone into the desert or escaped on one of the buses."
"Dammit," their boss snarled and started speaking into what she assumed was a radio, "Attinger, the girl got away. We lost visual in the parking lot. Moving on to the other areas."
Bridgette suddenly felt the truck starting up, the engine rumbling underneath the rusted metal bay. Whoever owned this truck was leaving the parking lot. She could hear talking up at the driver's seat, a middle-aged man and a young girl by the sounds of things. They sounded plenty scared, just like she was. When she felt the sunlight through the tarp, she realized that they were driving off to wherever, unknowingly carrying a third passenger.
Right now, anywhere other than Hoover Dam was safe in her mind. She'd find her way back. That was a promise she was keeping.
Bridgette closed her eyes, exhaustion taking over, and fell asleep.
...
"Lost the girl?" Simmons said, face-to-face with Savoy. The Cemetery Wind agent resisted all of his inner demons telling him to punch Simmons as hard as he could. Cemetery Wind had arrived right after Infernocus did, unfortunately they were too late to stop him. The anti-Transformer agency had been tracking the ancient combiner for days before he had launched his attack on Hoover Dam. The surrounding area had been completely wrecked and not without cost.
Once again Infernocus evaded them, walking off with something that Sector Seven had hidden inside Hoover Dam. The Autobots had barely slowed him down when they tried to defend Hoover Dam. Thankfully the structure was still standing, but it would take a long time, possibly months for it to be fully operational again. Deep gouges in the concrete hinted when Infernocus had climbed up to the top of the dam and escaped. Thankfully there were no casualties for both Autobot and human agencies.
"She... evaded us sooner than expected," Savoy replied, looking off in the distance at Infernocus's footprints at the edge of the lake, "What the hell was he after here?"
"Same thing the girl was after," Simmons replied, taking off his shades, "Except he managed to run off with a fistful of Sector Seven hardware." Savoy had to laugh at that last bit.
"What's so funny, cabron?" Simmons asked, not in the mood.
"It's funny how a top secret government agency like your's is full of incompetent idiots," Savoy sneered, and Simmons inched closer. Sector Seven and Cemetery Wind stared down each other, neither breaking eye contact, "Maybe you should have considered what might happen when you brought her here alive."
"Are you giving me lip, Field Agent?" Simmons said, silently.
"I don't know, I don't take orders from people who don't exist," Savoy shot back as he walked away, "We'll find the girl. That big bastard's your problem. C'mon, let's move!" He shouted as he and his Cemetery Wind agents retreated to their marked SUV's. Simmons and the Sector Seven guards watched as they drove off to hunt down the runaway Bridgette. For a split moment, Simmons felt bad for the Stuntikid. But he quickly squashed it.
She was Savoy's target now.
A refurbished chapter. Had to change some things.