Ratchet's P.O.V.
Optimus wants me to have time off, but I need a distraction.
"Is working where you two work really a distraction?" He asks.
"WHAT IS THEN?!"
I walk away before he can answer. There's nothing I can do, but wait for Mirage to get a lead.

I sit on the bed, looking at the pictures on my phone.
"I can't believe this is happening again. I don't think I can stay strong, Compass."
Tears roll down my face.

Jasmine's P.O.V.
I don't know when I fell asleep last night. All I know is I'm strapped to a bed; needles all over as if I'm getting acupuncture. This is an odd choice for torture. I try to break free, but it causes pain from the needles. All I can think is the needles were dipped in a posion first.
"...so, what's the plan?" The other woman asks my sister, "trust me when I say letting the Autobots find her clinging to life is a great idea... unless you have decided to kill her?"
"We can't since she's a hybrid. Not a great time for the cons to ditch us for a while. They'd know how to kill her."
"What if we make her very sick to the point the Energon struggles to heal her?"
"We can try; she'd be miserable until they find her."
So did they put needles all over me for the hell of it?
I hear the two walk past the room. I hope they don't realize I can still die from starvation.
Though it's probably better than the scrap they're thinking about putting me through.

They return ten minutes later, dragging a guy in, but it's not Coby.
"You idiot! You let the neighbor see you!" Yazmine scolds.
Which one? Though I doubt mom and dad we're only injured, but I know one neighbor is an OBG/YN; I hope she got mom to the hospital for an emergency c-section. Even if that happened, even if mom waited until she was past the first trimester to tell Yazmine she's pregnant, she would only be twenty-seven weeks pregnant. Damn, our sibling is having to fight to live.
"I will find them," the man argues, knowing he's about to be killed.
"Top late, we'll get the one who did his first job. You know what to do, Jadin."
The man is dragged to the middle of the floor and tied up. Jadin walks to the bed, extends her arm, and something comes out of her hand. It's like I'm watching an anime with whatever this is. The guy is covered in wounds, blood rushing out, but he's not moving.
"Yup, he's dead," Jadin confirms.
"I'll give Coby his next assignment," Yazmine says, "go prepare the pool and medbay."
The two leave the room, turning off the lights and closing the door behind them. I'm left in the dark room.
How long before they go after the Autobots? Raid the hospital and kill more people than the baby? If the baby was saved.

Ratchet's P.O.V.
Optimus and Rung come with Shannon and me to the hospital. It's hard not knowing if the baby will be ok. At least I don't have to pick a name right now.
"... the adoptive parents can," Dr. Morton explains, which hurt hearing even if me adopting the baby is unknown right now.
Even though we can't hold the baby, we stay for a good hour.
We leave the hospital feeling sad.

Walking down the street, we hear gunshots and people screaming. Rung takes his gun out, ready to protect Shannon, but no one could fight a drive-by shooting. The three of us look in horror, realizing Shannon was the target, and the killer knows what he's doing; there's nothing I can do.
"I-I..."
Rung passes out, seeing his charge dead.
"We must get out of here!" Prime insists.
I pick up Rung bridal style, and we rush back to the base.

I put Rung on the floor by the wall, not needing to wait long for him to wake up.
"I-I..."
"He's in shock," Prime observes and runs out of the hanger.
"Easy, you did your best. No one could have protected Shannon from a drive-by shooting."
Prime returns with a syringe with a drug to help Rung.
"This will make him sleep for a while."
Get him to his room," I instruct Prime and go to the medbay to take care of the syringe and needle.

Jolt can't believe what happened. There's only so much one can do to support someone whose girlfriend has been kidnapped, parents killed, a premature baby sister fighting to live, and her savior killed.
"And if Jasmine had to watch everything..."
"I don't think it helps thinking they're hurting her psychologically, and we'll eventually find out where she is," Jolt sighs.

Jasmine's P.O.V.
I can't believe my sister is happy to kill people, even if she's not killing them herself. She decided torture is better for me. It seems like they plan to reveal their location, but it doesn't matter; they want me very ill first.
"You know what?" I hear Coby at the door to my cell, "I think I'll add the possibility you're pregnant to the list."
He opens the cell door and closes it behind him. My wrists are chained; all I can do is kick him away.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Yazmine scolds.
"Adding to her psychological wounds."
"Who told you to do this?" By now, Yazmine is in the cell, "you just gave me an idea, though."
There are other restraints on the wall; Yazmine ties him and rips his clothes off. He seriously was ready to rape me.
"I should thank Sunstreaker for killing soldiers while we visited the base."
She pulls a knife out and cuts Coby's penis right off before cutting the abdomen deep enough that organs fall out.
"Now you can slowly bleed to death," he'll die in minutes, but to her, it's a punishment, "be glad I am not skinning you alive."
Yazmine left the lights on so I can watch Coby bleed to death.

Yazmine comes back ten minutes later with minions to dispose of Coby's body. I'm dragged to what looks like a pool room, but the pool isn't filled with water.
"A little more torture before the next phase of the plan," Yazmine smiles as shackles are put on my wrists. I realize the plan; I'll be submerged into the pool and lifted out when they are ready.
This liquid feels thicker than water. Are they seriously hoping I'll have brain damage from lack of oxygen?
As they keep dipping me in the pool and raising me out, I think this is just amusement to them. This lasts for thirty minutes before they decide to throw me back in the cell. I'm afraid they'll come up with some other way to torture me. It's not exactly great, even if their final phase is making me very ill.