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"'Bee's Radio."

"Talking."

"Thoughts."

-Squid:)

The next morning we set out to our destination to meet this Robo-warrior guy. Watch it be some nerd nine-year old playing on his computer. If that happens, we'd be fragged. "This guy, Robo-warrior—everything about anything alien he's supposed to know. One time we revenge hacked his site and maybe I saw some of your- uh alien drawings or whatever," Leo explained, making hand gestures. He sat in backseat with me. Of course.

I paused hearing his information. "If you guys have a website filled with information alien organisms, why hasn't the government shut you guys down yet?"

"Beats me," Leo shrugged.

'Bee pulled up to a deli shop that looked a little run down. Since last night—I slept in 'Bee's backseat, which was oddly comfortable—I felt a lot better. I still had the urge to scratch my cuts though. We got out surveying the scene. "This is it," Leo announced. "Deli, good front. Alright, wait here. I'll give you the go no-go, alright," he said to Sam before walking in.

"You think this guy can help us?" Mikaela asked.

"I'm telling you," I smirked as I spoke, "watch it be some kid working with his daddy."

"Give the guy a chance," Sam defended him with a serious face. "He could seriously trying to help us."

"I'm just sayin' when he messes up, go whine to your momma. Don't whine to me."

"You used to be so optimistic, what happened?"

"I just got thrown around like a rag doll today. My optimism is at an all time low."

"Hey, Leo's signaled us," Mikaela interrupted.

"It's him! It's him! That's the guy the guy right there!" Leo bellowed pouting his fingers over the display screen at at this middle aged man taking numbers and butchering fish. "That's him!"

"No," Deli guy moaned once we walled through the entrance doors. "No."

"You gotta be kidding me," Sam replied with same amount of dislike.

"Did I miss something," I whispered to Mikaela.

"That's Simmons. He's the guy from Sector Seven who captured 'Bee and almost used him for experiments."

"What," I whispered with a growl.

"I'll explain more later." I had a feeling she just didn't want me to like him almost as much as she didn't.

"Alright!" People been saying that word a lot lately. "Meat store's closed! Everybody out!" the man ordered. "Out right now! That means you lady. Right now!"

"Wait a minute," Leo said. "You know this guy?"

"Yeah we're old friends."

"Old friends!" the guy reacted to Sam's comment. "You're the case that shut sown Sector Seven! Got the kaibage(?) disbanded. No more security clearance. No retirement. No nothin'. All 'cause 'a you," he jabbed his pointer finger at Sam, "and your little criminal girlfriend. Look at her now so mature."

Mikaela gave Sam a 'do something' look when the Simmons turned to me. "Who are you? His other girlfriend?"

"No she's mine and her name's Dahlia," Leo said with a smirk and snaked his arm around his waist. Ah, no. That shit ain't about to fly.

"No I'm not," I told the Simmons guy, smiling a bit. Then I noticed the activity from the corner of my going on outside. The smile died a bit. 'Bee, and I mean holoform 'Bee, was getting out his alt mode probably about to punch Leo in the face. "Excuse me for a second," I excused myself and ran outside.

"Get back in that car now," I half ordered him. I stopped him placing a hand on his chest.

"Not before I—"

"I know you're probably gonna bash his face in but please don't. For me?" I asked placing my hands around his neck, cupping it. He pressed his forehead against mine nuzzling our noses softly and wrapped his arms around my waist. He nodded rubbing small circles with the pads of his thumbs on my hips through the fabric of my shirt.

"Fine—but if he ever touches you like that again—"

"I know, 'Bee. And it's okay to be jealous. You look hot when you are." His human cheeks blushed at the compliment making me giggle with delight. "You're such a cutie," I said pecking his lips lightly before pulling away from him. He took hold of my neck firmly pulling me back.

He grinned pulling me into a heated kiss. He gripped my hips pressing my body further against his. I clutched his shirt trying to do the while trying to keep all common sense and not jump his bones. The kiss was smoldering and deep filling my body with a heat I'd never felt before. "One more."

"Bumblebee," I gasped and caught my breath. "What's gotten into you today?" I didn't wait for his smirking face to answer. I just shooed him back to the car and went back inside where the others were waiting.

"What the heck was that?" Sam asked me sternly. Leo had a dreamy expression on his face but still looked quite surprised. Mikaela looked to be on the verge of laughter. I'm glad my spontaneous horny acts amuse her. "Who was that?"

"Nobody." Well played, Monroe. Well played.

"Then why the heck were you kissing him?"

"I wasn't, Sammy boy. He simply had something in his teeth that the couldn't get out and I helped him," I concluded, satisfied with my answer.

"You helped him with your mouth?"

"Exactly." I smiled. Sam eyed me suspiciously. Lay off, brotha.

"Hello! Meat locker! Now!" Simmons called to us.

"Why're we headed to a meat locker?"

"While you were tonguing it up with 'Bee," Mikaela began with a smile and a stifled snort, "Simmons said he had something to show us that might help Sam and glyphs." I nodded.

"Ew," I grossed entering the meat locker.

"Dead pigs," Leo voiced my thoughts.

"Yuck," Mikaela groaned.

"What you're about to see is top secret. Do not tell my mother," Simmons stated opening a latch on the floor. The secret door said keep out. Must be something if he has to hide it at his job.

"Swine flu; not good," Leo threw in his little comment.

"Now you know. Next time you get a goat or a pig, there's a story behind it. A sad little story."

Simmons had mile high stacks of books, documents, etc containing everything Sector Seven. A TV screen and a radio sat on these stacks broadcasting information of the satellite hacking or talking about what's exactly going on. "Okay, files files," he chanted. "We're talking about symbols."

Leo and I peered at a tiny robot head, reaching out to touch it. "Aye," Simmons smacked our hands. "Still radioactive. Hands off." I rubbed the back of mine.

"He didn't have to hit me," I grumbled pouting like a child.

"Okay cube brain," Simmons motions Sam over, showing him a few different documents and photos. "Any of these look like the symbols you saw?" Sam snatched them briefly going over them.

"How did you get these?" while Sam conversed with Simmons, I looked around the hidden area. There were many different documents about the decepticons, the Allspark, my mom—wait. I doubled back over to a section labeled Petunia Monroe. I skimmed over the file trying to gather as much as possible without being noticed. According to the files, my mother worked for Sector seven a few years before she worked as an art curator. Reason why she left: unfit for the job.

I read the file softly aloud. "'Petunia D. Monroe was deemed unprofessional and mentally unstable for the job after the matter of seeing NBE 1 in it's hanger. Psychiatrists admitted Monroe as a threat to the operation and believed that harboring an alien specimen shouldn't be kept from the people. Monroe had herself terminated from the force with the contract of stating she was not allowed to speak of her time here to no one. If done so she would face time for treason.'" Wow, this explains a lot. I'll have to ask for this when it's all over.

Coming back into the conversation, I stood over by Leo and Mikaela. Simmons tossed a book at Leo, nearly hitting me in the face. "How do I know? Archaeologists these unexplained markings in ancient ruins all over the world." he started slapping pictures down of classified images. "China. Egypt. Greece." He switched to an old movie shot. "Shot 1932. These the symbols ya seeing in your head?"

"Same ones over here right," he pointed to different stuff as he spoke. Sam just nodded.

"So tell me. How did they end up all drawing the same things? Huh? Aliens. And I think some of them stayed." He grabbed more files tossing them onto the round tabled in front of us.

"Check this out," he said and stacked the papers in his hands. "Project Black Knife. Robots in disguise. Hiding here. All along we detected radioactive signatures all across the country. I pleaded on my knees S7 to investigate it but they said the readings were infinitesimal. That I was obsessed," he said outraged, slamming his fist onto the desk. "Me? Can you imagine that?" No, you're not obsessed at all.

"Yeah," I heard Sam whisper. "Megatron said that there was another energon source here."

"On earth? Another source?"

"On earth," Sam continued. "Okay and these symbols, the maps in my head would lead him there."

"You talk to your Autobot friends about this?"

"No, no no. this source before them. Whatever the energon source is it predates before them."

"So it comes before them."

"Right," Sam answered.

"Well, that means we're porked. Unless we can tall to a Decepticon. I mean, I'm not on speaking terms with one of them."

"Actually," Mikaela piped up. "I am." Sam and Mikaela went back up the ladder for something in the car. I turned to Simmons.

"Can you tell me something?" I asked him.

"Shoot."

"What do you know about Petunia Monroe? About the case I mean."

"Seeing as Sector Seven does not exist anymore I don't think I'll be breaking protocol," he muttered. "Petunia Monroe was mainly our Layout Designer and consultant on the how to manufacture arms. I believe it was her third year with our division when she was showed NBE 1 aka Megatron. She reacted worse than the people having to put him in cyro. She went insane literally. She had to removed from the division due to being mentally unstable. We never heard from her since. Why'd you wanna know all this, kid?"

"She's my mother. And I saw her file and was curious. That also explains why she had a major fit when she saw me in the arms of Bumblebee that one time. She thought we were trying to have mixed bred baby or some crap like that."

"Your mom still sounds the same."

"Your mom sounds crazy," Leo muttered. "No offense."

"Please don't apologize. She kinda is," I mumbled just as Mikaela came back down the ladder with a metal locked box in one arm. The box rattled with little bangs and screams of being let out.

"He can be a little bit snappy," she said and wrapped some chains around her hand.

"Open it," Sam told her. She opened the metal container and a little robot with the parts of a toy truck bursted out yelling. Leo, Sam, and Simmons flinched back. I didn't. The little thing was adorable.

"I'm gonna have so many Decepticons on your but!"

"Behave," Mikaela commanded it placing a mini blowtorch in front of it's face.

"What's that? A Decepticon?"

"Yeah."

"And you're training him?"

"Trying to."

"I spent my whole life combing for a planet of aliens and you're one around in your purse like a little Chihuahua," The former Sector Seven agent said astonishingly. The little bot turned to him.

"You wanna throw down you pubic fro head," it challenged.

I couldn't help but awe. "Don't look at like it's a baby," Leo told still looking buck eyed at it.

"But it's it cute."

"It won't be so cute when it was to tear you apart," he whispered tuning back in to the conversation.

"I'm sorry," Mikaela apologized. "I'm so sorry about your eye. You know and if you're a good boy, I'm not gonna torch your other eye." The mini 'con nodded. "Okay, I'm not gonna torch it. Just tell me what these symbols are," she asked pointing to a few pictures. "Please."

The bot kneeled and observed the images. "Oh, I know that," he said snapping his fingers, "that's the language of the primes. I don't read it but these guys do. Where the frick did you find photos of these guys?"

Sam picked up different photos of planes and cars, "Is this them?"

"Yeah. Seekers pal. Oldest of the old. They been here for thousands of years looking for something. I don't know what. Nobody tells me nothin' but they'll translate those symbols for ya and I know where to find 'em."

"Show us."

The wheeled bot crackled its knuckles and swiveled around to the map behind him. "The closest one's in Washington," Simmons said.

A/N: I know it was a crappy chapter. Don't hate me. Please. The next one will be much much better and longer. I'm trying so hard not to copy the movie but on this part, I had to. But I hoped you thought it was decent and enjoyed it.

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-Squid:)