Chapter 5
"The address I got from the directory said that Mr. Witwicky lives about an hour's drive from," Ryan tossed the map on the backseat where Chris was, still keeping his eyes on the freeway.
"Do you know who he is?" asked Alex.
"I've heard of him," Ryan admitted. "He and his family were the first people to make contact with the Autobots. Spike, they called him by that nickname, was an excellent mechanic and very helpful to the Autobots. In the beginning of the war, Optimus Prime gave him the Creation Matrix for safe-keeping, but I'm pretty sure Rafe has it now. Also, he and his son, Daniel helped defeat Unicron in one of the greatest battles of the war."
"That's very impressive and everything," Chris pointed out, "but how does that help us. The Autobots are dead…well, all except Prime that is…aren't they?"
"I don't…" Ryan started, but Alex cut him of.
"Hey, keep you mind on the driving! Watch out for that truck!" But when Ryan looked up, it was already too late.
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Somewhere near Mt. St. Hilary, Early Morning,
The morning air reached Justin as he opened his eyes and looked around sleepily. The clock next to him said that it was six in the morning. He sat up running a hand through his hair and wiping his eyes. Next to him, Jamie was still fast asleep, a slight smile on his face. Justin got up, without disturbing the boy, and crawled out of the tent. Once he was outside, Justin stretched his knotted muscles and took a deep breath of the clean crisp air. After thinking for a few seconds, he began to walk towards the lake.
Justin stood on the edge and looked down into the clear blue water, when he felt a foreign presence near him. Without tuning around, he reached out with his spark and mind to determine who or what it was. His spark felt one other familiar spark, but it wasn't Jamie's. Justin frowned. The spark was both familiar and not at the same time. He had a strong feeling that a part of him knew who the person was. As he concentrated on the familiarity of the spark, an image entered his mind.
Flashback,
"The robot ran out of power," the owner of the voice sounded puzzled. "But the human kept working! Where does he get his energy?"
"From his well spring of concern for an Autobot," replied his own but not his own voice. "Are you getting the point? We owe the Autobots our lives."
End of Flashback,
What was that? The only Autobot he knew was Optimus Prime, his father's transformer form. And who was he talking to?
"Me," said a voice behind him. Justin turned and stared in the familiar face of a teenage boy he had met earlier.
