It was completely hilarious, actually. Not just funny, not just slightly humorous. Completely and utterly hilarious.

"What do you think you're doing?" a man named Robert Epps asked in a very loud tone of voice. He was not a newbie at all. In fact, I sort of knew him, and he was good friends with Uncle Will. They had been working together ever since the government made the NEST branch of military.

Sideswipe shot him a prize-winning grin, full of mischief and deviousness. "Don't you want to give ol' Hide a surprise?"

Epps groaned. "If he gets pissed again, it's on you three!"

I looked over at Sunstreaker. That's one. And then Sideswipe. That's two. Where is the third? "Three?"

"You're in on it too!"

I scoffed. "I am not with them! If anything, I'm being held against my will!"

Sunstreaker nudged me with the end of one pointer digit. "Oh? Can't you call a citizen's arrest or something?"

"Or something. You two are going to get beat so bad by Ironhide later. But only you two. He wouldn't hurt me." He shouldn't, anyway. Uncle Will would have his aft on a silver platter if he ever hurt me.

Probably.

"All Autobots, report to bay sixteen for briefing. All Autobots, report to bay sixteen for briefing."

I gave both Sunstreaker and Sideswipe looks that clearly said 'I told you so'. They had to be getting caught. That was probably why all of the 'bots were going to bay sixteen. It had to be it.

Two large Autobots just can't go through painting Ironhide's sparring and practice room without being caught red, or pink, handed. At least by the cameras they no doubt have hanging all around the base, anyway.

Sideswipe knelt down and placed his palm on the ground, nodding towards it. "Come on, we'll get you there faster than you can crutch yourself."

Carefully, I scooted my behind onto his servo's palm, setting my crutches on my lap horizontally The metal I was sitting on wasn't exactly cold, so it did feel nice...

"What the frag were you two dimwits thinking?" Ironhide exclaimed, coming out of nowhere with a servo raised and a cannon firing up, like he was getting ready to shoot-

A servo quickly came over my body, knocking me down against Sideswipe's palm. "Hey-!"

"Jessica is in my hand, Ironhide!" Sideswipe cried out, noticeably shifting in some way. My heart was pounding against my chest, I could feel it more than usual.

A small grunting noise, then Ironhide's cannon started to power down with the sound of a jet engine. It was always very airy and loud, but not to the point where your ears would hurt.

Sideswipe's other servo was taken away, and the light that hit my eyes in that split second almost burned. Quick changes in light always somehow hurt my eyes, being blue. I sometimes wonder if they have that same problem.

Ironhide's helm turned towards me, his optics giving me a questioning look. "You alright, Jess?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You didn't shoot, right?"

Somewhere below us, somebody was shouting, and they didn't sound at all happy.

The next voice I heard, that I knew at least, was Uncle Will's. "We leave for Russia in an hour. We believe there was a Decepticon sighted. Let's get packed up and moving!"

My eyes darted down. "Wait, what? Russia?"

"Yeah, and you're coming with. My orders," Uncle Will said firmly. "You're not going to be staying alone at this base. Move it!"

I looked around the airplane carrier. It was packed with the soldiers and the Autobots, though some of them were in the other airplane cargo hold. Just one of the planes was larger than any house I've ever lived in, or even seen, and much taller than even a four story building.

Only a few soldiers were in this specific airplane carrier, Uncle Will and Epps being some of them with me. Another was Joshua, that one guy I met the few days ago, and an odd man named Riley. He just acted a bit odd. A different bird.

Epps looked up at Ironhide, snickering. Even when the stress levels were high, Epps found a way to laugh. "You see what those three did to your training room, 'Hide?"

Ironhide grunted, leaning down to get a good look at the dark skinned man. "I did indeed. I wasn't pleased."

"Why do you keep on saying 'those three'?" I asked, placing my hands firmly on my hips. He had no right to suggest I was a part of it at all! I was just there when they did it. It wasn't my idea, nor my intention for them to make him mad. "I wasn't a part of it at all!"

"Oh, but it was. Wasn't it you who came up with the brilliant idea?"

If my looks could have killed, Sunstreaker would have been offlined in seconds. At least, according to my own mind, he would have been. "It wasn't. It was not me, and you know it!" Them lying through their teeth made me cringe. They were suppose to be my friends! Weren't they?

Sideswipe laughed, slapping Sunstreaker on the shoulder. It sounded like it was painful. I hope it wasn't.

Wait. Yes. I hope it was. He's a little afthole.

"Stop messing with her, Sunny," Sides said. "She's just getting worked up. Shouldn't we be getting them de-stressed before we land?"

"Sure thing." Sunstreaker didn't sound amused at all. "What do you humans find calming?"

"U-um..." It was the unknown man. Riley. At least, I think that was his name. "H-How about we do a campfire song?"

The two twins burst into snickers. "Oh Primus!"

"But there's no campfire!"

Riley looked taken aback, then avoided all contact with their optics with his eyes. He never looked right at anybody when he spoke. "Fine..."

"Do you want a campfire?" Sunstreaker raised an optic ridge.

"Not paticurarly." He pronounced the word weirdly. It almost hurt my ears.

Sighing, I looked at Epps. He was making weird gestures against his chest with his left hand's fingers and his arm. I got his hints easily.

"Okay. What song?" After all, what girl doesn't bring along her handy-dandy guitar?

Ugh, that probably sounded like a stupid kid show...