Author's Note: Sorry I'm so slow on getting these chapters up. Damn high school. Please R & R.

Chapter 7

Near Portland, Oregon,

     "Big Bot's gonna turn us into slag," Chris shook his head as he, Alex, and Ryan stood over the wrecked sports car. It had hit a dark colored truck that later over turned blocking traffic on the entire freeway.

     "Just be thankful none of us was hurt," Ryan replied. "Speaking of which, lets go check on the truck driver." All three ran over to the front of the truck and climbed up to see into the driver's seat. They were shocked at what they found: nothing. There was no driver.

     "Where'd he go?" Alex was completely confused.

     "Maybe he got out," Chris suggested.

     "Or maybe there was no one there to begin with," Ryan looked thoughtful.

     Just then, an ambulance and a police car pulled up to the scene. The two men who stepped out of the police car looked about 55 and 45 years old. The two medics were younger, each in his early 30s.

     "Are there any injuries?" was the first thing one of the medics asked.

     "Not that we know of," Ryan spoke for the group, "though we can't seem to locate the driver of the truck."

     "I wouldn't worry about it," the response of the second medic was surprising. "You three are very lucky to come out of something like this without a scratch."

     "What about the truck driver?" Ryan was confused.

     "Like I said, don't worry about it," the medic looked over them one more time. "My name is Dr. Simon Riley. This is my assistant, Dr. Field Lazarus. I'll check on the three of you later." He turned away from then as the policemen took his place.

     "I'm Sergeant Dylan Pierce," one of them introduced himself. "This is my partner, Sergeant Nathan Keller. So…who want's to tell me what happened here?"

     Ryan told him the whole story. "I don't understand why the medics are not concerned about the truck driver," he pointed out.

     "Oh really?" Sergeant Pierce raised an eyebrow, "turn around and look for yourselves." He pointed at the truck. The trio turned slowly…

     …And stared straight into the large, violet, Decepticon symbol. It was painted on the gray background of the truck. They stared at it in amazement, and then turned to the police officer, who remained completely calm.

     "That's…that's a Decepticon?" Chris couldn't believe it. "I thought they were all destroyed."

     "In your time, maybe," Sergeant Pierce replied. "But believe me when I say, they are very much alive today. His name," he pointed at the truck, "is Motermaster. He wouldn't dare transform now, but I suggest we make a graceful exit. You three will ride with us."

     "Wait a nanoclick," Alex interrupted. "We ain't going nowhere until you tell us who you are."

     "That should be obvious," the medic came back. "Do you really think Optimus Prime was the only one who infused his spark into a human body? Of course not. All transformers from the Great War could do that. The Autobots knew that since the Deceptions would likely pull that trick, they had to do the same. My other name is Ratchet, chief medic of the Autobots. These are my friends, First Aid, Kup, and Prowl."