Chapter 3- The Bear's Cave

Dovanski's POV

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Today, Optimus says I am on "Minicon duty". Supposedly, if a "Minicon" appears somewhere, I'm supposed to go after it with the Autobots.

Autobots. Sounds odd to me.

I walk over to the Metal Man (I'm sorry, Autobot) named the Hot Shot. He is practicing with his gun. His shooting is only hot in that the ammo burns. He wouldn't last five minutes in Stalingrad.

"Hot Shot. Please be giving me a couple shots at the target. I will show you aim." I say.

"Hey! Are you calling me a bad shot?" He asks, indignant.

I nod. "Not to be being offended, it's just that I can be helping you. Watch." I pull out my MP40.

"Here is automatic gun, horrible aim. Yet, watch." I shoot the target with four bullets to the head, and for the finesse, I got both "horns" on his head.

The Metal Man's eyes widen. "No way."

I go over to the armory and grab a sniper rifle. "Now, I am no expert in this weapon, but I will be trying my hardest."

I kneel on one knee, and aim the rifle.

The guns fires nearly silent. The target has a shot mark right through the heart. One of my better shots with this gun.

Hot Shot turns to me and picks up the gun. He copies what I do, but gets the left arm.

"ARGH! How did you do it!" He asks me, obviously frustrated.

"Don't be breathing so heavily, and make the breathings even. Aim for the heart, then a little right, to be simulating movement and FIRE!" I say calmly.

He snipes and this time gets about 3 inches from my shot. Good.

"WARNING! WARNING! MINICON FOUND! LOCATION: ST.PETERSBURG, RUSSIA! WARNING..."

I run over to the console, where the map points. Odd. I don't know of any St. Petersburg.

Hot Shot runs up behind me, forgettting to put down the rifle.

"Put that thing away!" I hiss.

"Sorr-y. Don't be so harsh." He says, putting the gun away.

"Let's go, men!" Optimus says, with a green Metal Man behind him.

3rd person

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Optimus, Scavenger, Hot Shot and Dovanski, with Rad, Alexis, and Carlos were beamed on the space bridge.

Dovanski looked around, confused.

"What is going on?" He asked. He seemed panicked.That's probably because the last time he's felt the type of energy in the space bridge, he woke up 65 years in the future.

"We're going through Space-time to teleport to Russia." Scavenger said in a matter-of-factly tone.

"And who are you?" Dovanski asked.

Scavenger turned to him, surprised. "I am Scavenger. And you are that Russian that wreaked havoc on the base."

Dovanski looked up at the sky. "I was only fighting in self-defense."

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On the moon---

Fickledfer strode toward Megatron, with a swagger. "I did what my master commanded. He now commands me to help you defeat the Autobots." His shape shifted, and he grew. Out of the shifting rose Sideways. "Being a virus has its advantages."

Megatron smiled. "What now, Sideways. You told me something about a way to conquer the Universe more swiftly. I must know!"

Sideways smirked to himself, so that Megatron could not see.

"In Russia, there is a Minicon. You will see a Russian human there with the Autobots. Kill him, and you will be rewarded."

Megatron called over Cyclonus, Tidal Wave, and Thrust.

"Move it! There's a Mincon at stake!"

Leader 1 beeped angrily.

"Yes, I don't like it either. But we have to to rule the Universe. Move!" Megatron said.

The Decepticons teleported.

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In Russia--

Dovanski and the others were in St. Petersburg, looking for the minicon. Then the Decepicons appeared, ready for battle

"Kill the big one, Cyclonus, or is that too difficult for you?" Megatron ordered, then charging headlong at Prime.

Dovanski moved before Cyclonus had a chance. His MP40 was a bit low on ammo, but he felt that he could stretch it.

He rolled behind a house, which was followed by Cyclonus shooting through the house, killing its inhabitants.

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Dovanski's POV-

The helicopter laughs as he shoots into a house of innocent Russians. He may be no Nazi, but he's just as evil.

I run out from behind the house, charging with my MP40. Helicopter shoots a barrage of heat fire, but his shooting is worse than that of the Hot Shot. I shoot into his cockpit, hoping to kill the inhabiants inside.

"ARGH!" The helicopter cried out in pain, but just hovers up higher.

He, in retaliation, shoots at a hospital. It explodes.

This is not right. Russians are dying, and they don't even know why.

Murderer.

Bastard.

He is my meat. I care not if he has advanced technology. He killed innocents and that is that.

I grow larger and larger, and this time, the claws come first, as I release a primal roar. The helicopter spins and shoots at me, but I charge through, growing.

Mother Russia gives me her gift, and even protects me as it happens.

This is for the innocents in the house. I think as I bring my claw down on the helicopter.

It crashes and turns into a giant robot that tries to get up.

I drop my claws down onto it. I keep hitting it, even as it screams. Its "allies" shoot at me, but they might as well be shooting spitwads.

And this is for the innocents in the hospital! I think as I thrust my claw into his gut and crash him into the larger robot, who I presume is his ally.

I roar in pain. Something has shot me in the back, with something heavy. The leader is standing behind me with a smirk.

Bastard. He will pay.

I fall on something green as I shrink. An odd light comes from it, and then there is a flash.

A small beeping metal man is looking at me.

He jumps at me. I'm too tired to repel him.

He transforms into a rocket launcher and straps himself to me.

"Wow!" Yells Rad. Good kid.

Wow, indeed. This thing has a sight and a launcher.

It gives me warm feeling. I aim at the leader.

FWWWWOOOOOOOOOSSHHH! BOOOOOOOOOM!

He now has a nice-sized hole in his abdomen.

"Retreat! NOW!" He yells, as he drops.

The evil Metal men disappear. The children run to me.

"Dovanski! You did it! You got the Minicon!" Alexis cheers.

Carlos pats me on the back. "Good job, man."

The rocket launcher transforms into little robot again.

He trips. I laugh.

"You will be little Petrov!" I say to Minicon.

It beeps happily.