I don't own transformers, only Mari!
Stopping Sector Seven
Living Room
Simmons starts ringing the bell while peering through the mail slot. "Ronald Wickity?"
"It's Witwicky. Who are you?"
Simmons flashes a silver badge. "We're the government. Sector Seven."
"Never heard of it."
"Never will. Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?"
"It's Witwicky."
"May I enter the premises, sir?"
"Ron, there's guys all over the front yard."
"What the heck is going on here?"
"Your son filed a stolen car report on his friend's car last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter."
"They're ripping up my rose bushes!"
"National security?"
"That's right. National security."
"My God, Ron, they're everywhere. There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!"
"Could you stay off the grass?"
I groan at the man. He's a bonehead—I agree with Ironhide there. "It'll grow back!"
"Get me a sample and some isotope readings."
"They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!"
"Drop the bat, ma'am." Simmons stops her tirade and her movement with one hand.
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my…"
"I'm carrying a loaded weapon."
"But you'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!"
"Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?" Simmons shines a light in her face.
"No!" Judy says.
"What is this?"
I turn to Sam. "Government fiasco. They want to take your car!"
Simmons throws the bat to another agent. "How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?"
"Yeah." Sam says.
"Well, I need you and your friend here to come with us."
"Whoa, way out of line."
"Sir, I am asking politely. Back off."
"You're not taking my son."
"Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?"
"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here."
"Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, his friend, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here."
"What operation?"
"That is what we are gonna find out."
"I think direct contact."
"Son?" Simmons asks.
"Yeah." Sam says.
"Whatever he says, we do it together, Sam. Bumblebee is your guardian, and my Bumblebee. We're in this together."
"Step forward, please."
Sam and I step forward. "Just stand?" Sam asks.
Simmons holds up a radiation detector.
"Fourteen rads. Bingo! Tag them and bag them!"
They cuff us and lead us all out the door. "If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!"
"Get me a sample on that vegetation ASAP!" Simmons says.
"Sam! Do not say anything, Sam!" Ron says.
"Yeah." Sam says.
"Not a word until we get a lawyer!" Ron says.
"We won't!" I yell.
S-7 Car
I whimper from my place between Sam and Mikaela. I'm trying not to cry, because I'm a big girl, but I just want my Sire, so bad. I don't want these mean squishy guys, I want my nice, metal Sire.
Simmons turns to look at us. "So, LadiesMan217. That is your eBay username, right?"
"Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it."
"What do you make of this?" Simmons holds up Sam's phone.
"You wanna test your Shining Star powers on that thing?" I look up at him as I wipe a tear off my cheek. "Sure. But you told that cop-guy too."
"The less evidence, the better."
I concentrate on changing the recording as Simmons presses play.
My name is Sam Witwicky. My car has been stolen. I'm in the old junkyard…
"What's up with this? It was working fine a minute ago. It was practically screaming NBE!"
"NBE?"
Mikaela nods. "Yeah, that sounds like LadiesMan."
"Anyway, Last night at the station, you told the officer your car transformed. Enlighten me."
"Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen…"
"Really?" Simmons asks.
"…from me, from my home, but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!"
Mikaela crosses her arms. "Well, not by itself."
"Well, no." Sam says.
I continue. "Because cars don't do that. Because that would be crazy."
Everyone in the car starts laughing.
"That's funny. That is so funny. So what do you kids know about aliens, huh?"
"Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T.? No." Sam asks.
"I'm scared of them." I shrug. 'Even though I am one.'
Mikaela sighs. "It's an urban legend."
"Yeah."
"You see this?" Simmons holds up his badge. "This is an I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge."
"Right." Sam says.
"I'm gonna lock you up forever." Simmons says.
"Oh, God. You know what? Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall."
"You, in the training bra, do not test me. Especially with your Bumblebee's parole coming up."
"What? Parole?"
"It's nothing." Mikaela says.
"Oh, grand theft auto, that ain't nothing?" Simmons asks.
"You know those cars my dad used to teach me to fix? Well, they… They weren't always his."
"You stole cars?" Sam asks.
"Well, we couldn't always afford a babysitter, so sometimes he had to take me along."
"She's got her own juvie record to prove it! She's a criminal. Criminals are hot. That'd be a real shame if he had to rot in jail the rest of his natural life." The rad detector starts going wild. "It is time to talk!"
The car slams into something red, blue, and silver.
"Big! It's big!"
The thing picks the car up through the windows and holds it there.
"Go, go, go, go!"
"I can't see it! I can't see it!" Simmons says.
"Shift your weight towards the front!" Sam says.
"All right! All right!" Simmons says.
The roof breaks off, and the thing throws it to the side, it's lights blinding us. It turns off its lights and I smile.
"You A-holes are in trouble now." Sam says.
I beam up at him. I'm kind of like his princess, after all, and he's my mentor. "Gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my friend and grandfather, Optimus Prime."
"Grandfather?"
"Taking the children was a bad move. Autobots, relieve them of their weapons."
The Autobots walk over. Ironhide activates his cannons and aims them at Simmons. "Freeze!"
"Whoa! Whoa!" Simmons says.
"Give meh those!" Sire activates a magnet and draws the guns to his hand.
"Whoa!" Simmons says. The others move in and Optimus crouches down to Simmons. "Hi, there."
"You don't seem afraid. Are you not surprised to see us?"
"Look, there are S-Seven protocols, okay? I'm not authorized to communicate with you except to tell you I can't communicate with you."
"Get out of the car." Optimus says.
"All right. Me? You want me to get…"
"Now!"
"All right, all right. Get out. Hey. All right, I'm… I'm getting out. I'm getting out. You see? Very nifty how you put us down without really killing us."
Mikaela has her handcuffs off by now. She moves to take off mine and Sam's.
"You're good with handcuffs, too, now, huh?" Sam asks.
"How you doing?" Simmons asks.
"You weren't supposed to hear all that." Mikaela says.
"How's it going, huh? Yeah. This is real."
"Yeah, you bet it's real." I take Sam's phone out of what's left of the car, and hand it to him.
"Now, listen. If I choose to engage with him, mum is the word, all right?"
"Sam, I have a record because I wouldn't turn my dad in. When have either of you had to sacrifice anything in your perfect little lives?"
"Um, not a perfect life here. Had a perfect week, though." Sam looks at me as if I'm crazy. "Seriously. I'm six. Then I met them, and learned why I'm like a superhero, and that I'm really a princess."
"Big guys. Big guys with big guns, huh?" Simmons says.
"What is Sector Seven? Answer me." Sam says.
"I'm the one who asks questions around here. Not you, young man!"
"How'd you know about the aliens?" Mikaela asks.
"Where did you take my parents?" Sam asks.
"I am not at liberty to discuss it." Simmons says.
"No?" Sam asks.
"Hey. You touch me, that's a federal offense." Simmons says.
I take Simmons' badge and holding it up. "Do-whatever-you-want-and-get-away-with-it badge, right?"
"Yeah. Brave now all of a sudden, with her big alien friend standing over there."
I cross my arms and glare at the man. "He's my Optimus!"
"Where is Sector Seven?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Simmons asks.
Bee pops something off and it hits Simmons in the back of his head. Some kind of oily black liquid stuff comes out of his pelvis area and Simmons is yelping in complain and disgust.
"That's not what I think it is, right, Bee?"
"Hey!" Simmons yells.
Optimus turns to Bee. "Bumblebee, stop lubricating the man."
Bee shrugs. I cross my arms and glare up at him. "Sorry."
"Get that thing to stop, huh?" Simmons says.
Sam and Mikaela finish cuffing the other agents together. "All right, tough guy, take it off."
"What are you talking about?" Simmons asks.
"Your clothes, all of it, off." Mikaela says.
"For what?"
"For threatening my dad."
Sam and I walk up behind her. I cross my arms and give him the same look I had given Bee.
Simmons starts taking off his clothes, ranting the whole time. "Little lady, this is the beginning of the end of your life. You're a criminal. Let's face facts. It's in your gene pool."
I lay a hand on Mikaela's arm. "No it's not. Trust me."
Mikaela returns to the now underwear-clad agent. "Those are nice. Now get behind the pole."
"All right." Simmons says.
"This is such a felony, what you're doing." The other agent says.
"I will hunt you down, okay?"
"He'll hunt you down."
"Without any remorse!"
"No remorse."
"Enjoy." Sam, Mikaela, and I walk away, paying no attention to them.
