She Thinks She Needs Me: Part 4

Apparently my public relations must completely stink when it comes to humans. The military proceeded to move us up to where we could get a good look at the Decepticons and then began using Angel as a go between. She was less than happy about it but if that's what it took to get these people to let us do our job here. Then that's what it took. She was just coming storming back into the camp for the tenth time in as many minutes.

"That National Guard lackey is TRULY starting to irk me Optimus!" She snarled up at me.

"What'd he do this time?"

"The only misogynistic troglodyte I'VE ever seen that's worse than him is that Rap singer!"

Jazz's head promptly poked up from behind the embankment and he asked, "Ya mean Eminem?"

Angel gave him her patented death glare and the Porsche ducked back down sheepishly.

"What in the name of Primus did he say to you Angel?" I demanded.

"That women don't belong on the battle field and I should go home and look after the kiddies like a good lil girl."

From her performance at the ark with the press a few days back I had learned that any kind of prejudice was enough to piss My Angel off thoroughly. The national guardsman that she had to deal with had just crossed that line with her. Some thing told me that I had better find some one else to take messages for the moment.
Angel rubbed her temples for a second and then clamed down.

"So tell me something will you?" She pointed over to where Wheeljack and Alyssa were putting the finishing touches on something, "Mind telling me what those two are actually doing?"

"I think," I told her motioning for her to follow me over there, "They are setting up for what Alyssa wanted to do."

She blinked up at me, "And that would be?"

I would have told her more but at that point Alyssa appeared and grabbed Angel by the arm.

"Come on I need you to come into town with me for a second," Then she looked up at me, "Is it okay if I borrow her and jack for about 30 minutes?"

"What for?" I asked.

That evil grin came back again, "well it's not illegal, but other than that I won't tell you until I actually do it."

Then she walked back over to the project she and Wheeljack had been working on.

"Do I take that to mean that this little plot of yours is something that might actually help?"

The grin got worse, "Well lets just say that it's going to be interesting." She stopped for a second and walked closer to the thing she and Jack had set up. "First things first though."

I finally got a closer look at the thing. What it turned out to be was some kind of thing that looked like a primitive rocket launcher. Angel gapped at the thing and then turned to Alyssa. "A tresvouchez? Why did you build that?"

"This is just for starters," She told her friend as she handed her something.

After a few seconds of fiddling with the contraption she reached over and took it back from Angel and dumped it into the launch pod.

"What are you going to do?" Angel tried again.

"This," Wheeljack and Alyssa answered in unison.

They pulled something and the launcher sent its pay load flying on its way over too the Decepticon encampment.

Over there one of the look outs, Rumble in this case, looked up and saw the thing heading right for them.

"INCOMMING!" He yelled.

All of us back here watched them scatter like a 7/10 split by a pro bowler. Then I found my self still waiting when nothing really happened. I had expected some kind of explosion or something. That wasn't what happened, though some thing did.

In a few seconds my own look outs, pulled their visors down and started cracking up. I looked down at Alyssa, who was also in the process of laughing her head off over something.

"What did you send them?" I asked.

"Check it out!" She told me pointing.

I raised one optic ridge at her and then used a hand held visor to look and see just what was going on.

What was going on was Megatron standing there looking like he'd just discovered cosmic rust in some place embarrassing. I could tell he was looking at something in his hand, so I zoomed in closer to take a better look, having no clue as to what could have possibly drawn that reaction from him.

I finally got a good look at it and had to muffle my own laughter for a moment. It was a manual screw driver. The very same one, I realized that Alyssa had used to pick Megatron to pieces less than a month ago. The look of complete and utter disgust was just something that I wish I had taken pictures of because they would have made very good blackmail material the next time Megatron pulled something. I lowered the visor and looked down at Alyssa.

"That was mean," I told her flatly.

"HEY it worked didn't it? Now can I borrow Angel and Jack? I need some help carrying the things for my next trick."

I rolled my optics skyward for a moment but then nodded at her. She grinned and then began to practically stuff Angel into the passenger side of Wheeljack. Angel gave me a look that said, "How dare you get me into this." I was thankful when they pulled off, as where most of the rest of the Autobots with us because every single one of them started cracking up over what they had just gotten a look at.

Megatron was now holding the screwdriver like it was radioactive and yelling his head off at Rumble for alerting the camp over something so stupid. Truth was it really had gotten to him. I've been dismantled, it's not fun. I was now beginning to see just where Alyssa planned on going with all of this.

I had hoped that this wouldn't be a battle of attrition for once and I had just gotten my wish. No this fight wasn't going to see how long it took one side to out last the other. This was going to see just how long it took one side to get the other completely pissed off. Pissed off to the point where they got truly angry and made a mistake that would let the other side win.

This more than any thing else about them shocked me. That these two girls could come up with something like all of this. Something that the Autobots, who had been fighting this war for so long, had never thought of. Not that I think any of us had started not caring about the out come, or started enjoying the fighting. No it was just that both sides had ways of fighting that they thought would work best and neither one had tried something different for one reason or another. Then the girls had arrived.

Their ideas were strange and more geared toward aggravation rather than complete war. That was what made them so successful. Both sides had, a long time ago I think, forgotten how to enjoy life. Constant war can do that to just about anyone in any situation, it depersonalizes the fighters. Makes them forget that there is something beyond the sadness and constant fight.

This once again brings me back to what I was saying earlier. This girl, and in this case both girls, are something that are down right amazing. Both of them came into the world of these tired warriors and brought us all new hope. They moved something in all of the Autobots, my self included. These incredible women that seem to have no end to the amount of love and energy that both of them had.

So I waited to see what they were going to come up with next while keeping an eye on the Decepticons. Not a whole lot happened in those thirty minutes that I stared into my hand held visor and watched them. Not a whole lot except Starscream doing a very good job of taunting Megatron about what had happened.

It was just getting back to the point that something might happen again when the girls appeared again. Wheeljack coming around the corner with both of them laughing like crazy as he drove them back to the camp.

Angel saw me and waved and then popped out of the passenger side almost before he stopped. Alyssa followed her and they went around to his trunk. A few seconds later the two of them had a crowd of all of us around them as they began unloading bags that had "Home Depot" on the side of them along with others that said "Walgreen's" and "Rite Aid".

"Do I even want to know what's in those bags," I asked.

Alyssa grinned up at me and this time Angel grinned along with her.

"Just watch Optimus, this is going to be something that neither you nor the Decepticons are going to forget for a long, long time."