I clutched my head, trying to ignore the throbbing pain that seemed to consume my every thought. The agents really had been none too gentle with us, I thought bitterly. I glanced over at Maggie, who was glaring at a nervous Glenn, whom was scarfing down the entire plate of donuts which had been set in front of us just moments before.
Once Glenn had finished, he turned to us, narrowing his eyes at us slightly.
"Okay, girls, look. Let me break it down to you how it's going to happen. They're gonna waltz in here, playing good cop - bad cop. Don't fall for that, alright? That's why I ate their donuts. You see, it's a test. Testing yo guilt. If you guilty, you don't touch the donuts. I ate the whole plate," He explained before picking up the plate and dropping it lightly. Maggie and I turned to him gobsmacked.
Suddenly the door crashed open and two FBI agents stormed in. It was awkwardly tense for a few moments whilst one of the agents flipped through the files he was carrying.
Then, he threw it on the table with a loud bang, and Glenn immediately jumped up.
"They did it! Both of them. They're the ones you want! All right? I was just sitting at home watching cartoons, playing video games with my cousin, and they came in here. And then…"
"Glenn! You freak," Maggie bit out, mad. I agreed with her, casting Glenn a pointed glare.
"Hey! I am not going to jail for you or anybody else. I ain't never done a bad thing my whole life. Look man, I'm still a virgin - I mean yeah okay I've downloaded a couple of thousand songs from the internet but who hasn't! Who hasn't? I promise," Glenn begged and pleaded. Did he not realise how pathetic he looked right now?
"Shut up!" I screeched at him, but then he lost it.
"No, you shut up! Don't talk to me! Don't talk to me, criminal! Oh, sugar rush," He stated before laying his head on the table. I gawked at him before rounding on the agents.
"Just listen to us, okay? Whoever hacked your military system downloaded a file, all right? It was something about some government agency named Sector Seven and a guy named Witwicky. Look, you have to let us talk to Secretary Keller before he goes to war with the wrong country!" Maggie shrieked. I nodded alongside her. The two agents looked at each other, before nodding.
/ ~ / ~ / ~ /
And that was how, many hours later, we had found ourselves locked in a car being escorted to a nearby airbase by a bunch of cocky shitheads who were way too big for their britches.
I glared at the two men seated in front of me, both of whom were smirking cockily. One of them noticed this, and he turned to face me.
"Aw, don't cry little girl, it's not our fault you and your lady friend didn't keep your pretty little mouths shut," He cooed sarcastically, before cracking a psychotic smile. I said nothing, instead resolving to glare out of the window instead.
Turns out, Secretary Keller didn't even know about this Sector Seven group. He had chucked a spit when he realised that we were right, and all but demanded to know what we knew about them. We obviously denied having any knowledge of them, and in Maggie and Glenn's cases, this was true.
I however, knew about them. Quite a bit actually, since Blackout had spent the past hour sending me everything he knew about them. And I also knew that they have my brother, but did I say anything? Nah. It wasn't my job. My job was to spy on them, nothing more.
Blackout had gotten a kick out of it when I'd told him that my government was so unorganised they didn't know about half of the secret agencies hidden inside. Starscream and Barricade had also gotten a kick out of it too, moreso when I told them that said agency had arrived and was now transporting us to god knows where.
The decepticons were using this to their advantage. We all knew that these idiots had Megatron stashed away in their hideout. The minute we knew exactly where, well - that's when things would get interesting. The decepticons were keeping a close track on my coordinates, and when we found Megatron, we'd break him out. Thus starting a war between the humans and the decepticons. And then, the autobots would never be able to keep away from a conflict that would harm their precious 'humans'.
We literally were gonna trap them all, plain and simple.
The car came to a sudden halt, and both Maggie and I were manhandled out of the car before being shoved on a helicopter. A pave-low, much like Blackout himself. I was mildly surprised to see Glenn already seated on the flight, followed by two very unconscious teenagers. They were only slightly younger than I was, which was a tiny bit unnerving.
If these guys had no problem beating up some teenage kids, what in the hell were they willing to do in order to get some much needed information from us? Primus knows.
After about an hour of flying, the two teenagers awoke. They panicked for a little while, before they realised we were sitting there. After noting how our hands were also tied up, they visibly relaxed. It was awkwardly silent for a few moments, before Sam spoke up.
"So…" He started, before trailing off, not knowing what to say. Maggie saved him, however.
"What did they get you for?" She asked, kindly.
"Uh- I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot," Sam stated, and my eyes almost bulged out of my head. Autobot.
'Blackout, come in.' I comm'd, reporting it in.
'Yes, fleshie-con?'
'We have a slight problem.'
'Proceed.'
'Witwicky is here. His car is an autobot. Fairly certain it's at the base also.' I explained.
'Noted.' Blackout responded before cutting the connection once more. I groaned frustratedly. He was such a pain in the ass ninety-nine percent of the time.
"Who knew?" The kid asked, and I laughed slightly. Yeah kid, who knew.
A few minutes after that, the helicopter landed. Right smack bang outside of Hoover Dam. I almost laughed, but managed to contain it. Surprisingly, our restraints were removed almost immediately after landing, and I rubbed my wrists slightly. My happiness was short lived however, as a really cocky guy by the name of Simmons approached us.
Now, I rarely hate anyone. But by Primus, did this guy drive me nuts. He'd been an absolute asshole to everyone the entire way here, and I was so fed up with him that I would happily put his head through a blender if I could.
This guy was toxic.
I'm actually kind of glad that he's going to either die or be enslaved very soon.
Yeah, he's that much of an ass.
"Hey, kid, I think we got off to the wrong start. You must be hungry? You want a latte? Ho-Ho? Double venti macchiato?" Simmons asked. But I wasn't focused on his conversation. I was more focused on some very familiar soldiers lined up on the other side of the walkway.
Tears filled my eyes as I counted them. Sure enough, they were all there. Will, Epps, Fig and the others. I quickly shut my eyes and turned my attention back to Simmons. He began to show us around, and fear flooded through me when I realised that the soldiers were going to be accompanying us.
I pulled slightly on Maggie's arm.
"Maggie, I'm going to break away from the group. Snoop around, see what we're dealing with. Don't let them know I'm gone," I whispered and she shot me a wicked grin before nodding. As we passed the doors, I slipped to the right and bolted before any of the soldiers could step through the doors.
Once I was far enough away from the group, I began to look around. Turns out, Sector Seven was filled the brim with tonnes of alien tech. And I mean tonnes of it. They had heads, blasters, medical supplies hell they even had energon cubes stored in the most unlikely of places.
Chuckling to myself, I was surprised when I reached two large doors. Cautiously, I pushed them open, shocking myself as I saw what was inside.
Because, being held up by cables and frozen in place - was none other than Megatron.
'Blackout, I found him. He's being frozen though. If I can break the generator and you disable the power, we'll be able to reawaken him.'
'Do it.' He responded, and I nodded, hurrying. I bolted from the room again, grabbing a large, fancy looking rifle as I ran past. I bolted into a room labeled generator, and I quickly set to work. Two minutes and a hell of a lot of stabbing later, the generators were down.
Seconds after that, the power went down. Picking up my rifle, I grinned to myself before running in the opposite direction as fast as my legs could carry me.
/ ~ / ~ / ~ /
Elsewhere in the base, things were going from bad to worse extremely fast.
"You got to take me to my car! You have to take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the cube," Sam begged Simmons, who glared in response.
"Your car? It's confiscated!" Simmons barked back in return, a vein on his head beginning to jut out as he became more and more stressed. Sam looked pissed.
"Well, unconfiscate it then!" Sam snapped back.
"We do not know what'll happen if we let it near this thing," Simmons yelled.
"Well maybe you do, but I don't!" Simmons growled back in response before taking a threatening step towards the boy.
"You just wanna sit here and see what happens?" Sam bit back. As they continued to argue, nobody knew of the presence of a young, decepticon spy who was watching the disagreement with interest. That was, until someone who used to be close to her heart pulled out his gun.
"Woah! Woah! Woah, easy there. Drop you weapons soldier!" Simmons cried, but Lennox wasn't hearing this. The young spy's heart leapt into her throat as she saw her very own flesh and blood put his own gun against her friend's neck.
"I'm ordering you under S-7 jurisdiction," Simmons tried.
"S-7 don't exist."
"We don't take orders from people who don't exist!"
"I'm going to count to five," Jason stated suddenly, and Hazel felt her blood run cold.
"Well I'm going to count to three," Will spat darkly, cocking his fun and glaring. Hazel stepped out from the shadows.
"And I'm going to count to one."
