Guys, I'm so sorry about this. There was a humongous storm in my area (its even worse now) and, wouldn't you know it, my Internet went kaput. Anyways, we are, sadly, reaching the end of Sand Soldiers.
I'm not just doing this because of my shoddy writing schedule, but also because I'm not really sure what to do with the characters after this. Seriously. Like, I just want to do this last arc, which will probably last about two or three chapters, and then, after that I just . . . my brain draws a blank. So it's just going to be one or two more after this really short one, cause I'm artistically dead. Also, my mom's taking my account down. I convinced her not to, but on the premise that, after the end of this story, I'm not allowed to post anything again. I'm on a bit of a time crunch, so the chapters are going to be kind of short, and for that, I'm really sorry.
Still, I want to do right by you guys for all your patience, so I'm putting up a poll on my account. Do you guys want an ambiguous ending, or a final one?
Thank you all for everything you've done and put up with. Especially UlurNaga, who is a goddess amount us and should be thanked profusely for letting me write this story and helping when it was needed. I owe you bad.
Selena frowned at the ceiling, had gone off to see her family for a party, and Optimus, wanted to meet them, had gone with her. Seizing the opportunity of their missing leader, the other Autobots had scrambled, Sideswipe even taking her traitorous sister off to Miami to "enjoy the sun."
Sure. She believed that.
Sighing again, she got up and walked to her laptop, groaning when it took time to pop up. She was so tired of this thing, but she couldn't risk getting a new one, even with her newfound money.
Surprisingly, there was a message in her box. Curious, she opened it, wondering who the hell had managed to get her email.
"BRING BACK MICHAEL, OR THIS GOES GLOBAL."
Her entire body stiffened at the words. Great, just when she thought she was finally done with that piece of shit.
The document enclosed was a PowerPoint. It was filled with nam, dates, pictures, videos, all of her on different jobs over the years. Thankfully, Serena wasn't in any of them, but still. This was some sensitive information.
Selena wasn't ashamed of her past. Everyone she cared about knew what she had done to survive, and no one, especially Ironhide or Serena, had held it against her, but there was still the issue of silence.
See, there's a general rule to the types of jobs that Selena used to take on. You don't fuck it up, mostly because, if you do, you become a job yourself, and the people sent after you might not be as nice or quick as you are. There R some sick people in her load line of work.
If this got out, that was a very big, very angry target on her back, and Serena's as an extension if anyone made a familial connection.
Still, there was no need to panic. She could handle this. After all, it was just Michael.