When an average adult hasn't slept for over a day he/she is usually rather pissy. But when it's two seventeen year olds and a naturally pissy twelve year old. Then that's a different story.
The soldiers were still lined up on the side of the bridge, a guard was watching us making sure we didn't run away. I was sitting on Sam's feet. Mikaela stiffly stood up. Hey, I was young and tired, if my brothers feet is the only seat I have, then I'm gonna take it.
My mind was racing, the people had Bumblebee and who knew what was gonna happen. Ironhide was only a few hundred miles away from us, which sounds like a lot when your human, but to a giant alien robot that is nothing. Decepticons were scattered around the country but they could come in a heart beat if any signal of the cube came along (Ironhide's thoughts).
After about two hours of awkard silence, except for me yawning at times, Simmons came out of the big Hoover Dam building that was attached to the bridge.
Quickly I got up and swung my foot up and kicked him as hard as possible at his, well, yeah.
"What in the hell was that for?" Simmons roared, grunting. The soldier with the brown hair flicked his eyes over at me and a small grin creased at his lips.
"That! Was for Bumblebee!" I snarled as Mikaela and Sam grabbed my shoulders and yanked me back, the guard that had been watching us stood right in front of Simmons while another man walked out of the building, he was tall, balding, mustached, suited, and held a suite case. The most obvious government man on the face of the Earth. When would they stop?
"I'm Tom Benechik. We'd like you to tell us everything you know," government man said, once he walked up to us.
"Alright, first off, you guys are-" Sam covered my mouth before I could finsh my insult, then glared at Tom.
"Okay, but first, I want my car back, and my parents. Oh and my sister not to be sent to juvie after this, and Mikaela's juvie record. Gone," Sam demanded. I was pretty proud of my brother for that, I mean, it was rare for him to stand up to people, and when it was a group of government dweebs, that was a lot. Mikaela smiled at Sam, mouthing a thank you. Sam carefully let go of my mouth.
"About your car-" Tom started.
"Fuck you! Just let Bumblebee go!" I snapped. Then out of my own will, spit right on the guys perfect shoes, grinning. Tom rolled his eyes, and the lined soldiers all started to smile. Anything to keep them happy. Tom snapped his head around and the soldier that had smirked at Simmons earlier, grunted back a laugh.
Tom sighed and rolled his eyes. "Come with me and we'll see about your car. Then maybe you'll tell us something," he sighed.
The Secretary of Defense was walking out of the building. But quickly Tom waved Mr. Keller back into the building. The lead soldier quickly waved his men inside the building. What the hell was going on? Obviously it was important. It reminded me of how the teachers acted right before they announced some new stupid rule (like no iPods. Really?).
Quickly guards led me, Mikaela, and Sam inside the building with Tom and Simmons following behind us.
I was expecting a million Tom Banicheks running around a giant room, with Bumblebee and some sets of electricity cords. Instead, it was a domed (excuse me if spelt wrong) hallway, men and women in labcoats were running back and forth throught it, once in a while, I would see a man covered in complete rubber out fits carrying what looked like guns, except the barrel, well, it wasn't really a barrel.
At the end of the hallway, I almost fainted, there was what seemed, a whole army of rubber men, pulling the trigger of their strange guns, that spouted icy mist, right at Megatron. Memories of the projector image that optimus had showed us, was scary enough. But in person, Megatron was probably a car bigger then Optimus.
You found him..., Ironhide thought. I looked up at the frozen Decepticon leader, "Uh-huh," I said out loud, silently shocked, everyone turned to look at me. Scenes of planets exploding, planets that the Autobots had failed to save, flashed through my head, somewhere inthe distance, Megatron roaring evilly. Ironhide's memories flashed through my head. My knees buckled and quickly, I fell right into the soldier behind me.
When I looked up to see which soldier it was, it was the one with the messy brown hair. "You okay, kid?" he asked, eyeing me suspiciously. Quickly, I shook my head and ran up to Sam, "I wanna get out of here Sam! That guy's bad! He's killed planets! Ironhide remembers it," I wheezed nervously. Sam looked me in the eye, "Soap! Cool it! Okay? The robot is FROZEN, he can't hurt us," he whispered. Soap was what Sam called me when I was scared. And usually I would call him:
"Stamp! He's still alive! I hope you know that robots don't get hypothermia! Ironhide even told me! Well, he thought it anyways...I DON'T EVESDROP! Sorry, I meant to think that. Anyways, do you get what I'm saying? I think-" I was interuppted by the lovely Simmons.
"This right here is beyond top secret and about the deepest government goes,"Simmons said, which was NOT what I had thought. "Umm, yeah, your top secret thing has destroyed whole planets Mr. Semen," I blurted out. Simmons swung around and glared at me.
"Kid, you may have made some little alien buddies, but doesn't mean you know this guy," he snarled at me. Sam stepped in quickly.
"You're right. We've never actually met the guy, but I've been told a few things about him, such as the fact that his name is Megatron, he's leader of the Decepticons, the ones that you should actually be capturing. Anyways, he's after a cube thing. Then, if he get's it, he's gonna use Earth's technology to take over our world. Oh by the way, there would be no surviviors most likely."
Mr. Keller looked at us like we were all psyhos. Then looked up at Megatron and wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. I prayed the guy wouldn't get a heart attack. At the same time, I was shocked that nobody was fainting. I guess we were all, all ready used to the darling Decepticons. My scar tingled in memory of Barricades' monster chainsaws. I don't think I realized my leg was only the first battle scar in my life.
