All In A Day's Work
Sequel to "Night's The
Time For A Flight"
Part One
By: Flyby
Niteflite laughed. The look on the Maximals' faces burned in her memory. It had taken all the will power Niteflite
could muster not to laugh during the communication. It had been especially hard when Blackarachnia fainted. Now she could laugh all she wanted. Megatron's plan would work perfectly. Then Niteflite would release her own plan, a plan which would be the
cause of Megatron's death. The fool. He thinks I am loyal to him, but he is dead wrong. And soon he will no longer exist.
Air
Razor knocked on Flyby's door. She
could hear a soft "Come in" from inside. Then she opened the door to find Flyby working hard on some
machine of hers. This was not new. The younger falcon was known to always be
inventing gizmos.
"What
are you doing?" asked Air Razor.
"Building
a portable reprogramming device," was the reply. "I'm not going to let the Preds have one of my best friends
without a fight."
"You're
not going to go to the Predacon base, are you?"
"There
is no other option open. Besides, they
won't know I'm there until it's too late," said Flyby. Air Razor gave her fellow falcon a look that
said please don't go.
"Air
Razor, don't worry, I'll be back with both Niteflite and Lightning. Please don't tell anyone where I've gone. It
will only mess things up if the other Maximals come along," pleaded Flyby
as she put the now-completed reprogramming device in a sub-space compartment.
"But-"
"Please?"
"Alright,
but be quick. Optimus will figure it
out if you're gone too long."
Flyby
walked out the door and into the hallway. She whispered "Thanks" before turning on her stealth mode and
disappearing.
Flyby
crept through the Predacon base. She
knew the scanners wouldn't pick her up, but she'd have to know her way around
once she reached Niteflite and Lightning.
Coming
to a four-way intersection, Flyby checked her scanners. Lightning's energy signature was coming from
the left hallway. Flyby couldn't pick
up Niteflite's signature because it was changed when she was reprogrammed.
Following
the energy signature she could read, Flyby stopped at the fifth door down the
hallway. Being as quite as she could,
Flyby got pass the security system on the door. Note to self: thank Rattrap
for teaching me how to break codes, Flyby thought. The door opened and Flyby could see that the
lights were off.
"Infrared,"
whispered Flyby. She could see the
forms of Niteflite and Lightning. Both
were motionless. Must be asleep, she thought.
Flyby
dropped all of her stealth mode except the part that kept her hidden from the
Predacon base's scanners. She didn't
want to set off any alarms. Gently, she
reached out and picked up Lightning. As
she was moved from her comfortable position, the baby cried out. Flyby started to rock Lightning to quiet
her, but it was too late. Niteflite had
woken up.
Flyby
was blinded for a second as the lights came on.
"I
was expecting you," Niteflite said in an emotionless voice. "I knew you wouldn't let your friend go
without a fight. Looks like your days
are numbered now." Niteflite
laughed. It wasn't the gentle, kind
laugh that Flyby was used to hearing from her. This laugh was harsh, evil, and a bit insane.
Suddenly,
alarms blared through the base. Flyby
realized it was Niteflite who had set them off.