Mi Vida Loca: Part 2
I pulled up to the weigh station with Alyssa not long after Optimus and Angel had gotten them selves dragged over there. The cop that had been harassing them was no where to be seen for the moment and so Angel had gotten down and gone in search of a snack bar. I pulled up beside Prime and we all waited.
"I think she's just a little bit angry," He told me.
"Optimus," Alyssa leaned out of my window and smirked, "That is probably the understatement of a life time. Angel hates cops."
"She mentioned," he told her back dryly. "That woman has the most atrocious luck when it comes to things of that type."
"No kidding," I muttered having seen some of Angel's demonstrations in luck first hand.
What I didn't know, actually wasn't paying attention to really, was that we were about to get another example of her ability to attract chaos. She was coming back around the corner from the snack bar with her drink in one hand and her snack in the other when someone started making cat calls at her from the Semi that was in front of Prime.
"Hey baby, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" Someone called.
She stopped and glared at the cab of the black and gray semi for a few seconds and then started walking again. Doing her level best to ignore who ever was messing with her.
"What's the matter beautiful? Not good enough for you?" The person called again.
This time it got her attention. She snapped around and glared again.
"Do I KNOW YOU?" she demanded.
"No baby but I know you, and if you interested in us I can show you a real time. Not like that old codger you're with now."
Her eyes got wide for a second and then she tossed her soda at the window of the thing.
"NOT IF YOU WERE THE LAST ONE IN THE UNIVERSE!" She shouted.
"OH? What you little tart? You think he's better than me?" The person she was talking to snapped back.
"You're not even in our league! Your league could implode and I wouldn't hear the boom for three weeks!"
"What is she DOING?" Alyssa asked as she looked out to get a good view of her friend.
She answered her own question as she told me, "She's yelling at the guy in the truck in front of us, He musta hit on her or something."
If I could have I would have rolled my optics, "Now who on this planet would be stupid enough to hit on her? Its not like who she's with hasn't been plastered all over everywhere."
"Don't
ask me?" Alyssa shrugged back. Then leaned got out to get a better
look. "It's just some Yo yo with tinted windows on his
cab."
"Tinted windows?" This time it was Prime that asked
her a question.
"Yah Purple looks like from here."
Now it was Optimus' turn to over react. Which is just what he did, promptly transforming and storming around to where Angel was about to have an aneurysm at the person in the other truck. I transformed my self and moved to get a better look at them and that's when it hit me that this wasn't just a truck.
"OH SLAG!" I got out.
"What!" Alyssa looked up at me in alarm.
"That's Motormaster!" I almost swallowed my own vocal processor.
She blinked at me and that told me that neither of the girls had any idea who that was or what kind of trouble this could develop into if we weren't careful.
"He's one of the Decepticons, a Stunticon specifically."
"They
come in cars?" She gapped, "I thought most of them were planes
and things?"
"Most of them are. These guys were made as cars
specifically."
"And lemme guess," She swallowed her self, "This charmer has a big rivalry with Optimus because they're both trucks?"
"How'd you guess?" I started forward just as the yelling from in front of us started up again.
"BACK OFF OLD MAN! I have a right to look at any one I like!" Motormaster yelled, changing into his own robot mode as we all watched. "I will say one thing for you thought Prime." He looked down and positively leered at Angel, "You got some dammed good taste."
"I have no intention of letting you talk about my Lifemate in such a manner Stunticon." Optimus nearly snarled back, "So you have two choices punk. Apologize to her and leave."
"OR what Prime?" The gray semi shot back.
"OR
I kick your skid plate from here all the way back to Cybertron for
showing MY Angel such disrespect!"
"Hehe⦠gotta
protect your lil human femme huh Prime?" he leered again, "Ya
know, it might be fun to snatch her and see what you'd do Old man."
That's when the Stunticon heard the click and then looked down to see Angel's snacks on the ground and her with her gun out glaring at him.
"GET away from him," She ordered, "Or I'm going to do the same thing to your face that I did to Megatron's and Lazerbeak's."
That comment made him stop for a second and think. I will never understand for the life of me why people out there keep assuming that Angel and Alyssa are the type of women that can't take care of them selves. Neither of them have ever shown to be the timid dependant types. On more than one occasion they have gone and caused more damage than half of the Autobot army. Still people like this punk were under the impression that the girls were acting. True or not, act or not both of them were more than willing to put the people that annoyed them into their places.
So now it was Motormaster's turn to get the treatment. Still either he really was that stupid or he didn't believe the stories that he'd probably heard about these girls so he just kept on pushing his luck.
"You expect me to believe that you're the one that shot Megatron's optics out? With that lil' peashooter? Who are you trying to kid girl?"
With that he took two steps closer to her and reached out to put his hand around Angel. This resulted in several things happening that most people at the weigh station would have ever believed they'd get to see that day. First off Angel did give his face the same treatment that she had given several others. That left him howling for dear life, with one hand clapped over his left optic. Then true to his word, Optimus moved in and a few seconds later the Stunticon went flying back across the pavement a look of complete and utter shock on his face.
"Do you think we should help them?" Alyssa asked me.
I shook my head, "Nope. First off he asked for it and secondly they seem to be enjoying working together so why should we spoil their fun?"
"Good
point," she nodded, "Too bad we don't have any one to play
with."
"Hehe," I had to laugh, "You awful. Sides, orange
day glow would clash with his colors."
She blinked at me and then grinned, "How'd you know I packed the water balloon factory."
I
shrugged, "I put you up to it remember?"
At just that second
the official who had hauled Optimus in to the weigh station came back
around the corner with his superior in tow. He opened his mouth to
say some thing and then got a good look at what was going on. His
superior took one look and broke out laughing.
"Told ya."
