Thank you so much, AyanoZonurai! I totally forgot FF doesn't like it when I paste it.

Two weeks or so have passed since my confession to them and everything was going great. It was a fact that I was more chirpy and joyful now ever since then. I had let my feeling towards them be released and it took me to a good place in my life.

That didn't stop me from going to work of course. The criminals wouldn't stop because of a massive change in my life, they never do. How inconsiderate.

At the moment, I was sitting inside of my truck, in a parking lot next to a well known fishing spot. The famous fishing jackpot had a few people here and there since it was the middle of the week. Most of them were on the older end, but there were a small handful of younger adults around the lake.

There was even a tinier handful of them were drinking alcohol by the looks of the scene. It was midday, nowhere close to a reasonable time to be getting drunk but there's no law prohibiting it. Nothing that I could do about it. I guess 'it's five o'clock somewhere' for them.

"Psst, Brey," a very familiar voice whispered terribly through my radio. I snapped my gaze down at him with shock written all over my face. How in the hell did he connect to the station's radio?! I picked up my phone and decided to take the safe route by calling him. If Tipps ever heard of what he did, or what someone did, then she would have a fit. Can't blame her though, security is a big thing in the law.

Sides picked up the call a couple of seconds later. "Aww, why didn't you answer the radio? I was trying to be like you and Prowl, all into the law stuff and whatnot," he pouted and his engine made a sputtering sound.

"If Tipps ever caught wind of that… she'll probably put a few bullet holes into your frame. She likes keeping our radio a secret to everyone not inside of the job. But you can't blame her, can you?" I responded and leaned on the center console.

"She and Prowl would get along very well if the two ever met. Security this, security that. Before we met you, we had to do patrol outside of the base. If we went over five miles of the marked speed limit, then Prowl would lecture to us about it. You're not like that, right?"

They were in luck. I did follow the law, sometimes to the book but gave breaks here and there. If it's a first time offender with no other violations or warnings, I would only put a warning in that I talked to them about it. If they have a warning or two, then it depends on their attitude. Actually, it all depends on how they treat me. "No, I'm not. I'm fair and will give people chances to not do their wrong again. But Prowl sounds like a newbie. They usually follow straight to the book and give no chances."

That's a little strange to do that if you've been in the law for so long. Tipps is most lenient on many things but felonies? Every officer knows that those are serious and need to be taken that way. "Yeah, he sure follows every, single line in the book. But he's no newbie, he did grow up in Praxus so that's part of the reason," Sides explained.

Praxus? That's definitely not a place on Earth, plus he wouldn't be raised on Earth so it must be a city on his planet. "I'm guessing that is a city on Cybertron?"

"Yep, it sure is. It was an Autobot-controlled city and was the sister city to Nova Cronum since they looked super similar. The ruler of Praxus was an Autobot femme known as Halo. Never meet her and the things we heard about her weren't great. We never been to Praxus before, too many credits to reach there and it was destroyed during the war so it was pointless to go."

The conversation just turned for the worse for what he just head. Now it was awkward and I didn't know what to say to break the thick silence. "But that's not what I wanted to talk about. I'm bored need attention. When are we going to move?"

"Be patient, young one. We'll move in a little, rush hour for fishing is kind of over," I answered, put the call on speaker, and placed on the center console. It was a stunning lake to be at, that's part of the reason why everyone comes here. The rest is the fishing, mostly Bass, Perch, and Trout were stocked in the lake.

Sides groaned and sat lower on his wheels, acting a like a five year old who didn't get what they wanted. "That's too long," he grew out 'long' and rolled towards my truck.

Suddenly, Sunstreaker revved his engine lowly and stopped his brother in his tracks. Since he wasn't on the call with us, I couldn't hear what he was saying to him but probably not something nice. "I'm saying sorry to her, don't need to get your tailpipe in a twist. Sunny is making me say sorry for annoying you."

"It's okay but you need to be patient, that's how you catch the bad guys as an officer. Though, I have had a few come to me, by accident," I laughed at the memories of said people getting themselves caught doing wrong things. Patience is a virtue, that's for sure and the mech didn't have it one bit.

"Still boring. I don't know how you can wait here for hours on end without anything showing up." He's going to jinx it by saying that, I just know it. By saying that, it almost as saying the Q-word. You never say the Q-word because everything turns into chaos.

The next moment, my radio sounded off and alerted me of something. "You just had to jinx it, you just had to," I groaned and ended the phone call right as he tried to say something. The radio alerted me there was another accident, this time involving a horse. I started up my patrol truck and headed towards the direction of the call.

People need to watch out for horses; they are part of the pedestrian law/section and have right-of-way on the road. A small amount of anger flared up inside of me since someone had hit a horse and rider in broad daylight. Said horse would probably have to be put down if its injuries are severe enough.

I flipped on my lights and sirens to get to the scene as quick as possible. There weren't any officers on scene and the rider sounded extremely hurt. I wasn't the closest at the moment but more the merrier to take care of the injured and direct traffic.

By the sounds of it, the rider was hit on one of the back roads of Jay, right between Zeke's and I's boarder. Maybe, he'll get called to the scene and like last time so we can talk and hang out. We, including Dominick, have been trying to get some time together before spring/summer hits us. That's the busy season out of all of them, winter is a close second due to snowmobiling and other cold activities.

A strange feeling started in my stomach the closer I got to the scene and put me on edge. I pulled onto the road it was on and noticed fresh tire marks with dust slightly settling. Someone just got here.

"Aubrey! Decepticons! Stop, now," Sides commanded through the radio. I lurched to a halt and gazed away through the trees. The sound of metal screeching and being torn apart could be heard inside of the cabin of my truck.

My breath got caught in my throat. I saw a forest green patrol truck through the trees and took off again with fear gripping at me. Zeke was probably the closest out all of the Game Wardens and got caught up with the Cons. That still left me confused on why they decided to attack right next to- shit. This was planned, they got into our radios and called us in. The Cons must know we are friends with the Autobot's by now.

Both of them ordered me to stop from getting any closer but my friend was in trouble. I did stop, much later then they wanted, and stepped out of my truck, gun and extra ammo in hand.

Jazz was trying to fight off three Cons, the same three that attacked Dom and I then Crosshairs had to save us. The poor silver bot barely had a chance against them. I had to do something and did something the twins were going to yell at me for after all of this.

I aimed my pistol at the closest Decepticon, waited patiently, then fired off the first bullet. It hit the target I was intending to hit. Pride filled my chest as the Con cried out in pain when the small bullet struck his optic. The red optic shattered and went dark, meaning it was no longer working or online.

"Aubrey! Get back here now!" Sunstreaker shouted from behind me, anger with a slight hint of worry in his voice. Instead of following through with his command, I took off towards the cons so the twins couldn't catch me. I wanted to fight and protect my friend trying not to get captured by Cons or squished by them.

The purple one that I had hit locked his only good optic onto me, a scowl growing on his features. I glared daggers at him in return and quickened my pace over to Zeke. Said man was dodging to his best abilities as the Cons battled his guardian and tried to capture him. Not today, Cons.

Everything at that moment started to fall apart. The blue one was able to get many blasts on Jazz and forced the bot back. His armor couldn't resist the close-up shots and tore apart, pieces of metal spraying about. Jazz fell back with the strong blasts and didn't have the strength to get up. Now, Zeke was in big trouble.

All of the Cons optics landed on me, a smirk growing on all of their faces. "Get her, she's coming with us. Megatron has plans for her," the silver one commanded and took a few shots at the Terror Twins behind me. Trouble, and lots of it. At least the attention was drawn to me and away from him. It wasn't part of my plan, I changed it all together and was able to get around the whole group somehow.

If I could buy the twins and Zeke as much time as possible, then let's see how far I could run. From past records and experiences, it wasn't long since I was more strength compared to speed and stamina.

Both the purple and blue Cons came after me since the silver one ordered it. I glanced behind me to see where Sides and Sunny were and released a little bit of my pent-up anxiety. They were close, running as fast as they could behind the ones chasing me. They were also being shot at by the other one, who was trying to deter them from helping me.

Come on! Come on! My breaths were getting rougher after running a long distance on the small strip of road. That gave me an idea. Breakdown and Barricade had trouble getting through the thick foliage of the forest due to their size.

At this rate of speed, I wouldn't survive running much longer. My legs were crying to give it a rest but there's not a chance I could do that. There were two giant alien robots behind me who were commanded to capture. No, thank you, good sir.

Another glance behind me caused my blood to run cold and my adrenaline to spike up significantly. The two Cons were much closer than before, nearly in range to bend down and scoop me off the ground.

Said adrenaline gave me a boost of energy. I leaped over a fallen tree on the side of the road and passed through the tree line. By doing this, it had upped my chances of escaping. Maybe not by much but at least it was better than before.

Tree's cracked and sounded like they were getting demolished from the two trying to go after me. Gladly, the foliage was thick with trees close to each other. This gave them a hard time to come into here with me. They'll be picking out wood from their armor if they continue like they are.

Some higher being up above must have been hearing to my screams and gave me a little help. I continued to run for a little before my legs couldn't move another foot. My legs collapsed and threw me down to the ground. I glanced over in the direction of the road, unable to see but the bots fighting on top of it.

The two Cons had stopped coming after me and were dealing with the twins. Those two were battling with everything they had, seeming a like anger was taking over. They shouldn't be getting angry, it'll be their down fall if they let it consume them.

Dizziness washed over me while sitting against a tree. I felt like I needed to puke but didn't have anything in my stomach to do so. My breaths sounded terrible. You try running for however far I ran with Cons chasing you.

Sweat dribble down my face to cool my overheating body. The adrenaline that rushed through my veins disappeared and left me feeling beyond exhausted. But, the battle has yet to be won.

Sides and Sunny were still out there, fighting and trying to cut down the Cons. Wait! Zeke! Fear for my friend gripped me tightly in its grasp. Zeke was still out there, in the middle of it all. Unless, he was able to get away as the attention was drawn to me. I couldn't just sit here, hoping and praying the man was okay.

I shakily stood to my feet and gazed at the four fighting out there. Huh? I thought there were three of them? The noise of a jet engine above me answered that for me. There is three of them! Crap. I took off running again and ignored the protest of my legs. It was life or death at the moment and I wasn't going to let those fuckers win.

"Fleshling! Get back here!" he shriek in rage and gave chase after me. Great, lots more of running. Why are they going after me?! I haven't done anything to get them on my tail. Well besides, shooting at them the first time we met, shooting them some more and their buddies. I take that back, there are a couple of reasons of why they want me.

At least it was me and not Zeke or Dom. The former has a child and wife, he doesn't need to get hurt, or worse, killed by alien robots. His family doesn't even know about the Cybertronians. The less that know, the safer everyone will be.

The silver jet Con couldn't contain his anger and took a shot at me. There was no time to reaction as it hit the area behind me. My body went flying and smacked straight into a tree. I saw stars and couldn't even try to get up, my energy and will had left me.

He cackled to himself and took a moment to laugh about this totally funny situation. Until a large blade went flying and stuck itself into his stomach. The Con cried out in pain and attention was drawn away from me. I couldn't get up though, my battle was done for and I had lost.

"Squishie, I swear if you offline…" the wonderful voice of Sunstreaker trailed off. Joy and relief washed over me as the golden mech appeared in my sights. He did look worse wear but the dents and scratches could be fixed.

Sunstreaker gently picked me off the forest ground and made a quick escape to the road. His brother had held well against one of the Cons. The other was making a retreat into the sky and leaving the silver and blue one alone. When the blue one saw us coming, he took off after the other one.

"Jeez, lil' lady, ya need ta stop attractin' Cons attention," Jazz joked with pain evident in his voice. He was alive and okay in the least. I sat up with a grunt and searched the ground for Zeke. "Zee is shaken' up with a small servo of injuries but he'll live just fine."

"You on the other servo need Ratchet's immediate attention, not those damn Cons," Sides hissed and gently rubbed his digit on top of my head. "I really wished we were able to blow the slag head trine to pieces. And I lost my blade to Screamer." It was strange seeing this side of him, his darker, protective side. He's kind of acting like his brother in a sense.

I groaned, too exhausted to make a word or sentence, and lied on Sunstreaker's servo. Every single muscles in my body hurt, specially my back due to me being slammed into a tree. After all the run-ins with the Decepticons in forests, I was starting to despise trees but kind of on the fence with them. I also have a major headache raging, not fun being mixed with the dizziness.

Both of their blue optics clearly showed their concern for me. "It's going to be alright. He's on his way. It'll only be at most ten minutes. Just hang in there for us," Sides cooed and gave his brother a glance.

By the way my head was pounding and being smacked against a tree, it was a done deal that I have a concussion, a major one. Since it was such a big one, I couldn't pass out or fall asleep or else it would be really hard to wake me up. "Keep her awake. She has a major concussion," Jazz spoke up and somehow read my mind.

The sound of jets caught everyone's attention. "Are they coming back?!" Sides exasperated and drew his last blade out. "Jazz, can you transform?" The battle was not yet over, I guess but I was done and had no strength left to stand, let alone, run.

"Yeah. I'll get them out of here and taken to Ratch," Jazz answered and accepted me from Sunny's servo. "Hang in there, Bre'." I'm trying here Jazzy, a little hard with my feeling under water and my vision swimming.

Jazz transformed carefully and slowly around me and pulled up to Zeke's truck. The owner stepped out looking unhurt for the most part and slipped into the passenger side. We stared at each other, checking over the other for injuries.

Zeke wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him. "I thought they got you," he sobbed. "The silver one had ordered the other to after you and I thought you were done for. I'm so glad you're alive. But what happened to you?"

"Zee, let the lady rest. She's been through the pits an' back," his guardian ordered and took off quickly. For what's about to go down, it's for the best to speed and get away as swift as possible.

My friend and coworker sighed in defeat and release his hold on me. He apologized and sat correctly in his seat. A moment later, we passed by where my truck would be. Horror flashed over both of our faces.

The forest green patrol truck had been demolished. It looked like one of the bots had been thrown onto it and was now completely unusable. Tipps was going to have my ass and more for what happened to my truck. I was going to lose my job, my career as a Game Warden because one of those damn robots squished my patrol truck.

Anger and horror grew inside of me at the sight. I wished my pistol could have done worse than shooting out an optic of that damn purple Con. "Your truck!" Zeke gasped and covered his mouth with his hand. Yeah I know.

The silver Pontiac drove past the destroyed vehicle as the rumble of jets grew thunderous, too close for comfort. We had to be at least ninety feet away from the twins. Jets were at their loudest when super close or after they pass you. I decided to glance in the mirror, nothing, then scan the sky around us for them. Shit.

Five jets flew above us, as if waiting for the perfect moment to attack us. We were outnumbered extremely and Jazz was already hurt enough. Sunstreaker and Sides were already combing their way through a few other Cons that appeared. I guess these five were sent to retrieve us. Were they still after me and why?!

As if on command, all five of the jets in disguise fired at us. Jazz dodged to the best of his ability at the rate of speed he was going at. But, in the end, there were too many to elude.

One of the shots hit right the poor mech on the hood. It caused him to spin out of control and come to a skidding stop. Both of the doors opened for us to exit and we were pushed out. Jazz transform and stood above us to protect from the incoming shots.

Every bullet that hit him, he grunted and gritted his teeth. Guilt swelled up inside of me as he tried to cover us from the rain the jets had sent on us.

Finally, it had stopped but they weren't done with us yet. They transformed and surrounded us, no room to run or escape. I weakly stood to my feet and glared with pure hatred at them. My gun had been long last, somewhere in the forest. Probably when 'Screamer' shot at me. So I couldn't help in any way.

"If ya think ya are getting' these two, then you're mistakan," Jazz growled and his servos turned into cannons. The leader of the group laughed at his words and motioned for the other to attack.

"We don't want both, just the femme. Though, both would be better for our cause," he cackled and blasted his own cannons at Jazz. The shot barely missed all of us and nearly hit one of his soldiers. Are these guys just as bad as Stormtroopers?

Jazz fired his cannons at him, successfully hitting the leader. This didn't take him down though, it would take a lot more than that. "Is that all you got saboteur? Pathetic." The next moment, the area that Jazz hit had exploded and taken him down, hopefully for good.

"Don't mess with a saboteur," he warned and aimed his cannon at another victim. This one had the smarts to duck as Jazz shot at him. Jazz glanced down at us. "I'll clear uh path for ya. Ge' ta tha forest. Tha others will be here soon."

More shots rang out and the mech was able to take down another Con. There's was a small chance for us to escape through the spot he gave us. One of the many problems at hand was I had barely any strength left to move. It took all of my will power to stand. Plus my sight was still swimming, I could barely walk straight if I tried.

Zeke gripped my hand tightly in his and gave me a side glance. I knew what was about to go down but couldn't follow him. Then he took off, dragging me with him. My legs didn't listen to what my brain was saying and gave out from underneath. That's when one of the bots took their chance.

I was scooped off of the ground and grasped in a Con's servo. Terror completely consumed. The stories the others have told me about them, I had a right to be scared, to be terrified of them. I screamed and kicked and moved with all I had left in a last attempt to escape.

It failed.

The Con took off the moment after. I saw the red and yellow frames of the twins and did what another person would, screamed for their help. "Sides! Sunny!" I cried their names for help. My voice reached them and both of them glanced up from fighting.

Rage and complete terror morphed their features. "Aubrey!" both called and stood there for a moment in shock. They couldn't reach me, I was too far up. They couldn't blast the Con down, the fall would kill me.

That's when I spotted the arrival the other Autobot's but they were too late to save me. The Con transformed around me and I was seated on the seat of the cockpit of a jet. He put the seatbelt over me tightly and took off quickly to get away as swift as possible.

I had been captured by the enemy. My survival rate had plummeted down to zero. Yeah, trouble, big trouble.