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We all got into Bee - a little cramped with Simmons added to the group - and we were able to find a main road after a little searching.
"Here's what my CIA contact says," Simmons said; having been on the phone for the past ten minutes. "Ancient Sumerians used to call the Gulf of Aqaba the 'Dagger's Tip.'"
I nodded. "So that's the Dagger's Tip."
"It's part of the Red Sea," Simmons continued. "Divides Egypt and Jordan like the tip of a blade." Holding up some GPS looking device, Simmons read off the coordinates. "29.5 degrees north; 35 east. Here it is."
He handed it to me - sitting between Leo and Mikaela - and I looked at it carefully. I nodded and handed it back to Simmons.
"We've gotta get Optimus to the Dagger's Tip," I said.
"How're you gonna do that?" Leo asked.
I looked at him. "I'm gonna make a phone call."
The sounds of sirens made me curse under my breath. I saw Sam check the rear view mirror and state the obvious.
"We've got cops."
Bee sped off in a different direction; the cops swerved to a stop before chasing us. We had a chase through an Egyptian town, Leo exclaiming how he couldn't go to prison.
"We gotta get off this road," Simmons said. "We need to lay low."
The chase continued; us trying to evade the cops. After finally being able to loose them, we were able to find someplace safe to give Lennox a call, Mikaela disguised to keep watch. The sirens could be heard in the distance.
"They're gone," Mikaela called.
Bee was using one hand to grip the top of a building, the other to stop Skids from falling. Mudflap was able to grip the top of the building without falling.
"This is called blendin' in like a ninja," Skids said.
"Shut up or I'll blend my fist in yo face," Mudflap exclaimed.
"We're running out of time," I said. "I gotta make a call to Lennox..."
"If you try calling him they'll track you here within seconds," Simmons hissed. "CIA all over this place."
"You're gonna call," I said firmly.
Simmons looked at me in disbelief. "OK," he said after a minute of silence. "That's a good idea."
"Call him."
"Lennox, I'm with the kid," Simmons said quickly into a phone. "The kid. The one with the attitude. We need the truck. We got a possible resurrection going on over here. You're not going to believe where we are. Code Tut; as in King Tutankhamen. Back of a dollar bill. Coordinates 29.5 north; 34.88 east. Write it down. Write it down."
We were gathered around Simmons, Leo went off to do surveillance.
"I gotta go," Simmons said quickly; a figure with his face covered ran toward us.
"It's me! Leo!" He took off the covering and it was, indeed, Leo. "Cops are coming; we gotta go!" He put the cover back up and we took off.
We were on the road again. The air was tense and I felt restless.
"Simmons, let's go over what Jetfire said," I sighed.
"When the dawn alights the Dagger's Tip," he said.
"Three Kings will reveal the doorway," we finished.
"You know what that means?" Simmons asked.
I thought about it. "No; what does it mean?"
"I have no idea."
We slowly came to a stop.
"Checkpoint," Sam said.
"Don't have a passport," Leo said.
Soldiers looked at us; I tried to discretely sink lower into the seat. If they recognized me, we would be in a whole lot of trouble.
"Passport!" a soldier yelled.
"They got cameras," Sam murmured.
Simmons whispered something to Sam before looking out the passenger's side window - rolling it down.
Wheelie had transformed and poked his head out the window. "A freakin' munchkin," he muttered. "The little people are mean. Tell 'im he's tall." He hid once the soldier came to the window.
"Dagger's Tip," Simmons tried to explain, using his hands to show what he meant. I quickly put my sunglasses on, hoping they hadn't noticed my eyes. "Egypt; Jordan. We wanna go there." Simmons motioned to us; we put on our best faces for the soldier. "My family," Simmons lied. He motioned to Sam. "This is my son. My other son; my daughters. Tourists. From New York."
"New York," the soldier exclaimed; his face went from serious to excited.
"Yes."
The soldier said something in Egyptian to the other soldiers and they allowed us through.
"I have a bad feeling," I said, once we were far enough away. "There were security cameras. They could have seen us."
"Don't worry, kid," Simmons said. "We'll be fine."
We drove a little while further, making some turns, and got out to climb a steep ledge, a pyramid at the top. Bee and the Twins transformed and we quickly started climbing.
Once we made it to the top, we quickly approached the pyramid, the Twins being their usual loud selves.
Sam ran up to what was probably some old store - boarded up and the doors locked - and started messing with the lock. Once he got it open, we ran in.
"Low profile," Sam said. "Don't make a scene."
He shut the door.