(A/N): Hello everyone! This is my first Transformers fanfic, ever! Please be kind and enjoy. Any thoughts are appreciated!
An inky black room was almost cliché at how intimidating it was, yet Alexandra found herself swallowing regardless as hands pushed her into the room. There was nothing inside of it, as far as she could tell, save for the table the singular light was shining down upon.
A sunglass-shaded man sat at the other end of the table in a black suit. Alexis wasn't sure if she had seen anything so pristinely white as the man's collared shift in all her life. However, if these goons thought they could intimidate her by pushing her around and telling her nothing, they had another thing coming.
"Take a seat, Miss Summers," The man invited her, and she took him up on his invitation. She scraped the steel chair across the concrete floor loudly and flipped it around, sitting backwards on it. She placed her elbows on the back of it and rested her head on her chin.
"So what, are you guys the Men in Black then?" Alexis asked, when the man produced a manilla file. He slapped it down on the table, opening it up to retrieve several photos he slid across the flat steel for her to see.
Alexis smiled at the memories they held.
"What can you tell us about the 'Autobots', Miss Summers?"
Her eyes wearily flicked back up to him, and she sighed "What do you want to know?" she asked impatiently, the rubber sole of her boot creaking on the floor as she shifted her weight to get comfortable.
"Everything, from the beginning."
That had her raise an eyebrow "You sure? It's a long story."
"From the beginning," They repeated sharply "As much as you can recall."
Alexandra took a deep breath and sat up a little "Very well, it all started about two years ago, there was a traffic pile up and the cops thought the owners of the vehicles had fled the scene, nobody had come to claim them and they'd already swept them for evidence so they were towed to my lot for me to take care of…"