Author's Note:

I would like to send out a special thanks to the following readers; slyfox212, Lambert771, CLM-FFN, Yamato Minamoto, and oracleprincess1 for the story favorites and follows. It means a lot.
Now for the story…

Chapter 20

Beau's POV

I stared at the screen for what seemed like an age, but in reality was closer to ten seconds before the image on the screen spoke, "You seem well."

"You have an odd sense of humor, Megatron," I replied.

"That may be, boy," the Decepticon warlord said, "but I don't find fleshlings to be all that entertaining."

"I would've thought by now that with all the defeats that you've had recently from the hands of us 'fleshlings' it would have endeared us to your spark."

Megatron narrowed his eyes before giving a slight nod. Pain erupted from my back as a bull whip snapped through the air. I grunted and turned my head to look at Methusael. I smirked and turned back around to look at the image of Megatron.

"Where is the Autobot base, fleshling?" Megatron demanded in a deceptively calm tone.

"You've been there, shouldn't you know where it is?" I asked.

"I was not allowed access to the coordinates, human," Megatron snarled.

"That was probably smart of them," I admitted. "But you wanna know the truth? I don't know what the coordinates are either, so you'll have to find it the good ole fashioned way."

"Methusael."

"Yes, Lord Megatron?"
"I will be sending a Decepticon to your location to collect the prisoner."

"Of course, Lord Megatron," Methusael said. "When should we expect them?"

"Sometime later today," the Decepticon warlord answered as the transmission started to cut out. "Don't disappoint them."

I was turned back around and looked at the leader of Cyborg. "So, what else is new?"

Flare's POV:
"Any luck locating Beau?" asked Miko.

"None," answered Ratchet.

"Could the Cons have him?" Raf asked.

"If Megatron had captured Beau, we would have heard him boast about it by now." Arcee said.

"How about MECH?" asked Jack.

"We haven't heard from them since they kidnapped Ms. Darby and Beau." I replied tiredly. What have you gotten yourself into this time Beau?

The proximity alarm started to sound and all of us looked up to see Agent Fowler's chopper approaching. We waited with a nervous air about us as the elevator started to descend to our level. Once Fowler stepped out he was bombarded by questions from the other humans. He held up his hand to silence the humans before he spoke, "The agency hasn't found anything yet, but they are still looking into Beau's disappearance. They did tell me that they would notify me of any changes."

"They couldn't be doing a better job than what we're doing here," I said.

"What are you doing to look for him?" asked Fowler.

"Most likely the same thing that your agency is doing," I answered, "going through company surveillance cameras, the school's camera's, stop lights, and traffic cams."

"That sounds about right."

"Hold on, I think we've got something," Ratchet said.

Everyone turned his or her attention to the main computers as Ratchet zoomed onto a cube van. The cube van drove towards the alleyway and stopped at the entrance next to the school. Beau could be seen walking the other way when the back door of the van opened. An elderly man could be seen lifting a blowgun to his mouth. Beau clutched his neck and took a couple of more steps before collapsing to his knees. Two more men came out of the van and ran over to Beau to pick him up. They gathered Beau and brought him over to the van.

The van backed out of the alleyway and as the van was leaving the parking lot an object could be seen leaving the window around the area I had discovered the blood. "Ratchet, zoom in on whatever came out of the window," I said. Ratchet zoomed onto the object and we all stood there in a stunned silence.

"Is… is that Beau's arm?" Miko asked.
"It looks that way," Ratchet said grimly.

"Then why didn't we find his arm when we were searching the parking lot for clues?" Bulkhead asked.

We kept watching as a muscle car showed up. Someone climbed out and started to look around in the parking lot. The person picked up Beau's arm and Ratchet zoomed in on the face of the person holding Beau's arm.

"What in Uncle Sam's beard is that…" whispered Fowler.

The face of the person wasn't a person. It was a robot.

Author's Note:
Sorry for the short chapter, I just wanted to get this story up and going again. I haven't really been in a writing mood recently and I apologize for that. Hopefully with this short update it'll get the creative juices flowing again.
Until the next time,
Porter-Fuzz1218