Thank you to all my reviewers and to all the people who have stuck by so far, even though I had a lot of writer's block. Well, I'm happy to tell you that I've finally came up for the ending of "Unexpected", and don't worry, there will be a sequel! It'll end in maybe 3 or 4 chapters...depending on how long I want to write them, but yeah. Anyways, on to the story!
Chapter 38: Simmons and Wheelie
"You know this guy?" Leo asked, as Sam and Mikeala had a silent glare down between Simmons.
"Yeah, we're old friends." Sam said sarcastically.
"Old friends? You're the case that shut down Sector Seven. No security clearance, no retirement, no nothing! All because of you and your criminal girlfriend over there," Simmons glanced at her, "Look at you, I see you've matured."
I glowered at Simmons, "Can we just get to the point of this meeting?"
"Right." Sam muttered, and Simmons turned back to him.
"They've got your face all over the news, Alien Boy," Simmons sneered, "NBE still kickin' huh? How'd that happen?" And before Sam could open his mouth, Simmons cut him off, "Don't even answer that. I don't know what you're hiding but I don't want any part in it. Goodbye, you never saw me. I have bagels to smear." Simmons said, turning around and walking back over to the counter.
"I need your help!" Sam shouts, and Simmons turns around again, smirking.
"Really, you need my help?"
Sam pulled down his hood, "Okay, look; I am slowly using my mind! I had a little crab bot plunge a device deep into the soft tissues of my brain and started projecting little alien symbols like a freakin' movie! And on top of that, I'm a wanted fugitive! So you think you got it rough?"
Well, Sam did have a point there...
"You said projected images off your brain?" Simmons asked, eyeing us all warily before returning to Sam.
"Yes!" Sam said nodding vigorously.
"Meat locker, now." Simmons lifted up the counter before opening a door that led a stairway spiraling downwards. We all walked down the stairs, and I did my best to ignore the dead pigs hanging in the air. The stairs lead us down all the way to a door, and Simmons stopped in front of us, turning around. "What you're about to see is top secret, do not tell my mother."
I rolled my eyes as he opened the door, and it made a hissing sound as it popped open, revealing the inside of the room. The room was dim, with boxes and boxes of documents inside all cluttered in the small space of...well, whatever this place was. I'm not sure if I remembered this in the movies or not.
Simmons immediately went to a table pushed on the far side of the room, shuffling for documents as Leo stared at Frenzy's head in the glass display. Okay, weird.
"I'm looking for files, where's the files?" Simmons muttered, walking over to us and smacking Leo's hand, "Still radioactive, hands off."
After a few more seconds of shuffling around, Simmons grabbed the right files and brought it back over to the table again. I walked over to stand between Sam and Mikeala, with Leo walking up right behind me. Simmons spread the pictures across the table, and I zoomed in on them, instantly snapping tons of photos of the pictures and sending them to Sunstreaker and Bumblebee.
"Okay Q brain, tell me, do any of these look like the symbols you've been seeing in your head?"
Sam grabbed some of the pictures off of the table, "Where did you get these?"
"Before I got fired, I went through Sector Seven's crown jewel. I saw all the alien research and it all led up to one inescapable fact," He walked right over to another pile of files in boxes, pulling another one out and carelessly tossing it to Leo who caught it clumsily, "Transformers have been here before, a long time actually. How do I know? Archeologists found unexplained markings all over the world."
Then Simmons went to another pile of boxes that were closer to us and began tossing various pictures on the table," China. Egypt. Greece. Shot in 1932. These symbols are the symbols you've been seeing in your head?" He asked.
Sam nodded, looking at all the pictures intently.
"Tell me, how do they all draw the same thing? Aliens. I think some of them stayed, "he tossed another file on the table," Robots in disguise, hiding here all along. We detected radioactive signatures all across the country," Simmons walked back over to the table, "I pleaded on my knees with Sector Seven to investigate, but they said the readings were infinitesimal, that I was obsessed! Me, can you imagine that?"
"Of course not." I muttered.
"Megatron said there was another energon source here."
"Here? As in on earth?"
"Well it most certainly wasn't Jupiter," I said, rolling my eyes, "Once again, can we please get to the point?"
"Who's she?" Simmons asked, as if finally noticing my presence.
"Macey Price, Autobot." I said bluntly.
"Autobot? As in those-"
"Yes, I'm a Transformer, whoop-tee-do. Now, can we get back on track."
Simmons just stared at me, his mouth open but no words came out.
"She's right," Sam muttered, "He said these symbols; maps in my head will lead him there."
"Have you told your Autobot friends about this?" Simmons asked, still eyeing me warily. Knowing he was taking a jab at me, I narrowed my eyes and fold my arms across my chest. Hey, better than strangling him, right?
"Well, the Autobots with us know, but this pretty much predates them. It's before their time."
Simmons sighed, "Then, we're porked. Unless we can talk to a Decepticon, but I'm sure none of you ware on speaking terms with."
"Actually, we are," Mikeala piped in, speaking for the first time, "I'll be right back."
"What? What does she mean by-"
"Mikeala's got a small Con in Bee's trunk." I pretty much summed up, giving a pointed glance at Simmons. He just blinked, as Mikeala returned downstairs. That was fast.
She sat the shaking, and fiercely yelling box on the table, opening it up and Wheelie came running out, barking like an actual dog. I suppressed the urge to laugh while the other males in the room shrieked, all stepping back as Wheelie ran towards them. Of course, before being yanked back by the chain around his neck, which Mikeala was holding.
Wheelie glanced at the chain around his neck, before trying to rip himself free, all while glancing at me, "I'm gonna get so many Decepticons on your butt, Autobot!"
I bent down beside him, "Really? You will?"
"He's a Decepticon?" Sam muttered, as Mikeala walked around to the front of the table and bent down beside me.
Simmons just stared dumbfoundly at the Decepticon, "All of my life, I spent combing the planet for aliens, and you're carrying one around in your purse like a chihuahua."
Well, life well wasted.
Wheelie turned around to glare at Simmons, "Wanna throw down your pubic fro head?" I couldn't help but giggle.
Simmons looked taken aback, while Mikeala spoke up again, smiling down at Wheelie, "Hey, Hey. I'm so sorry about your eye, but if you be a good boy, I won't torch your other eye, okay? I won't torch it, just tell us what these symbols are," She poked out her bottom lip, "Please?"
Wheelie looked down at the symbols, "Oh, I know that! That's the language of the Primes! I can't read it, but these guys can," He pointed to another picture before pausing, looking up to stare at us, "Wait a minute, where the frick did you find photos of these guys?"
"So this is them." Sam clarified, holding up one of the pictures.
Wheelie nodded, "Yeah, Seekers pal. The oldest of the old. They've been here four thousands of years, lookin' for somethin'. I don't know what, cuz nobody tells me nothin', but they'll translate those symbols for you, and I know where to find them."
Green lasers emitted from Wheelie's optics, shining over the map of the country on the far back wall, and I let out a breath.
"Closest one's in Washington, let's go." Simmons said, frequently packing things into a dark messenger's bag.
We found someone who can translate these symbols, we're going to Washington D.C. I commed both Bee and Sunny.
Are you sure that Deceptic-creep that was in Bee's trunk isn't lying? This could al be a trick. Sunstreaker commed back warily.
I sighed, Trick or not, it's our only lead. We're going.
There was no answer, and I assumed he was done arguing, so I disconnected from the comm link and my holoform fizzled out from the area, hearing a "whoa! did you see that?!" from Simmons before I was back in my Mustang GT form, my engine rumbling as it started, along with Bee, Sunny, Mudflap, and Skids as they all piled out of the Deli shop and into the cars.
"I'm tellin' you, the chick just disappeared!" Simmons exclaimed, his eyes wide open.
"Once again, I'm a Transformer." My voice drifted from the car, effectively scaring the slag out of Simmons. He yelped, before turning around, staring wide-eyed at me.
If I could, I would definitely smirk right now.
And, we'll leave it right there! Sorry, this shoulda been posted yesterday, but I got kicked off the computer so...yeah. Anyways, thanks for reading and plz review ;)