A/N I wasn't really planning on doing this chapter next, but it was just begging me to be written. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed this story!

I listened to this really freakin' awesome playlist that I found. I used when I wrote this chapter and the previous one. I'd suggest you take a gander; might help you concentrate if you're having trouble with that. Or if you just wanna listen to good music. http :/8tracks .com/mackensienoelle/for-a-writer?mix_set_id=3662844

Chapter 6

The sounds of someone typing on a keyboard almost lulled her to sleep. Normally, she was quite the night owl, but just lounging on a bed and doing nothing was taking its toll. Last she had looked, it was just past 1am. Meanwhile, the tik-takking of that keyboard was just... very... soothing...

Maggie's eye shot open when she realized that she was falling asleep. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, which only proved to make it more difficult for her to keep them open. Even after blinking many times, they still refused to stay completely open. Looking to her left, she saw Glen's back. He was outlined by the soft glow of the computer he was working at. Maggie then stood up and made her way for Glen's door. The door squeaked as it opened, causing the man at the computer to jump.

"Maggie!" he shouted. "You can't do that to me! I'm about to have a freaking heart attack here!"

"Sorry Glen," she replied, not in the mood to argue. As she walked through the door, she heard him resume his typing.

Not too far from Glen's room was the bathroom, Maggie's destination. She flipped the light switch on, making her eyes sting at the brightness. Maggie then crossed the room to get to the sink. After she turned the cold water on, she lowered her face and splashed water on her eyes. Looking up in the mirror, she saw the her eyes were even more red and blood shot than the previous day. Feeling the water begin to make its way from her eyes to her cheeks, she turned the sink off and grabbed a towel. The water had made the stinging go away, but it was still difficult to keep her eyes open.

The towel was put down, the light was turned off, and Maggie headed back to Glen's room. She had left the door open wide enough to get through, so not to scare him this time. Instead of going back to the bed, she stood next to Glen and bent over to get a better look at the screen. "You're hacking into a Croatian computer company's system?" she asked after a few moments.

"Hey, it's where the signal was bounced off of," Glen said defensively.

"Just how many different systems has it bounced off of?" In response, Glen brought up a different window on the computer. On it was a list of different companies, home systems, satellites, you name it. Maggie's eyes widened at the list. "Oh my..."

"Tell me about it. This thing's been all over Europe, South Africa, New Zealand, at least half the states, space!"

Maggie just shook her head, "I'm surprised we haven't heard about this guy on the news. Surely they've realized that someone has hacked into their system to send a message along."

"I dunno. This guy's good."

Half an hour had passed and not much had changed. Glen was still typing and clicking away, and Maggie was right beside him. Only now she had pulled up a chair to sit in. And her neck and back really hurt. She leaned back in the chair and stretched her arms out above her. It helped, but not much.

As Maggie leaned forward in her chair again, she heard a noise. It was coming from outside, although it seemed very distant. Glen heard it too. He froze, his fingertips just above the keys and his eyes widened in fear. "Did you hear that?" he asked in a panicky voice.

Maggie nodded and listened again to the noise, trying to pick out what it was. "I think it's a helicopter," she said.

This answer didn't seem to put Glen at ease, as he stayed in that same position. "It sounds close."

"It does not."

"It does too! It's almost above us! It's probably those government agents you work for. I knew this was a bad idea, but nooo, you just had to pressure me into this!"

"Glen! That helicopter is nowhere near here. Just calm down."

There were a few moments of silence as Glen slowly calmed down from his panic attack. He took a deep breathe before getting back to what he was doing. Maggie ran a hand through her hair before leaning back in the chair. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw something outside the window. Her head whipped to the left.

Glen apparently saw this action and almost went back into hysterics, "What? What? What is it?" He too looked out the window. The blinds were open, but all they could see was black.

"It's nothing... probably just my hair caught in the light," Maggie said. Thankfully, Glen accepted this answer and didn't dwell on it any longer. Maggie shook her head. If she kept spending time with Glen like this, she was sure she would end up just as paranoid as he was.

Almost another half hour, and almost no change. Glen's fingers were moving slower and slower, growing more tired with every passing minute. Maggie had since found a technology magazine and was flipping through it idly. She wasn't reading it, or really paying attention to any part of it, but flipping the pages gave her something to do.

Once Maggie flipped the final page, she let out a sigh. She dropped the magazine on the ground next to her chair. She then stretched her arms out in front of her and let out a yawn. Not even a beat passed and Glen, too, was yawning.

Looking over at Glen, Maggie saw how tired he looked. He was leaning over the keyboard more than usual and his eyes were half closed. "Glen," she said in a quiet voice, giving away how tired she was, "Maybe you should get some sleep. I can keep working on it for a while." She may not be as good a hacker as Glen, but she still knew what she was doing.

Glen shook his head. "No, no, I got this. I'm close... I can feel it. I'm not that tired." On cue, he yawned once more.

Shrugging, Maggie replied, "Fine." She was too tired to argue with him.

Pushing her chair away from the desk, she used the space in front of her to stretch her legs. She then got up from her seat and pushed the chair back next to Glen. As she went to the bed, something caught her eye through the window. Again.

This time, however, when she looked out the window, she could see something. It looked like a red dot. Maggie squinted her eyes and went closer to the window. The red dot was still there and unmoving. "What the..."

"Hey... hey, Maggie. I-I think I got it. But the server... it's weird. It doesn't look like any language I've seen before... Maggie?" But Maggie wasn't paying attention to what Glen was saying. All she could focus on was the strange, red dot.

The next thing she knew, the red dot was getting a lot bigger at a scarily fast speed. Then came the sound of breaking glass. Maggie felt something hit her and she found herself lying on her back on the floor with the wind knocked out of her. And right above her face was that red dot, now very large and bright. When her senses started to come back to her, she realized that attached to the dot was a head and a body and a tail. The only name for it her mind could come up with was a robotic panther. Said robotic panther growled at her and whipped its tail back and forth. Maggie was still in such shock that all she could do was stare at it with her mouth open.

Glen yelling pulled her completely back into reality. Her head turned to the right, and she could see him standing in front of his desk. The robotic panther looked at him too and growled again. It then lashed its tail out at him. Glen's screaming was cut off as he to was knocked to the ground. The tail hovered over him, almost threatening him to try yelling again.

The head of the feline robot turned from Glen to the computer. Its tail moved away from Glen. After studying the screen for a few moments, it snarled and let its tail plow through the desktop computer. When it retracted its tail, the monitor was black and the gaping holes were sparking.

Seemingly satisfied with its work, the robotic panther turned back to Maggie. In turn, Maggie felt her heartbeat considerably increase its speed. Hearing heavy breathing, she assumed Glen was feeling the same.

"Move over you glitch!" a voice came from outside.

"I know you ain't callin' me a glitch. Not 'nless you want a hole through yer processor!" another voice retorted back.

"Tch, oh I'm so scared. Now move!" There was short scuffle before the owner of the first voice got his way. "Would you get the meat bags already, Ravage?"

The robotic panther turned its head toward the window, almost glaring at the other. Its head swiveled back around to Maggie before it sidestepping off of her. Slowly, Maggie sat up and looked out the window. The glass was almost completely gone, save for a few jagged pieces around the frame. She silently thanked herself for not getting too close to the window. If she had, she probably would have been seriously injured by all that broken glass.

What was on the other side of the window made her blood run cold.

She could clearly see the head of a robot, most likely a Decepticon. Its head was grey and it looked as though it had no mouth; a faceplate perhaps? A visor was over its eyes, sort of like Jazz. Only this guy's was glowing bright red.

The Decepticon cackled madly at the look on her face, "Brawlie! I haven't even done anything and the squishy is scared!"

Maggie had the rising urge to scramble back as far away from the window as possible. The only thing that was stopping her was the robotic feline that was now prodding her back. Not wanting to risk making any of them angry, she forced herself to her feet.

"Here squishy, squishy, squishy," the one in the window sang. His voice gave off a vibe that he was planning to do something horrible to them.

Gulping, Maggie took a step forward, albeit, a shaky one. As she moved closer to the window, she heard the feline, Ravage?, move to Glen. For once, Glen seemed to be too shocked to do anything other than oblige and follow Maggie.

At the window, Maggie couldn't help but stare at the Decepticon. If she thought he looked menacing before, he looked downright terrifying now. He was obviously a lot taller than she had thought, as she could now see he was crouching down. Standing behind and to the side him, she could just make out the form of the other Decepticon that was outside. But, she didn't try to get a better look at him. She wasn't sure she wanted to confirm that another one was there.

Then, without warning, she felt a hand grab her. Giant fingers wrapped around her torso and lifted her off the ground. Her breath caught in her throat as she was brought through the window. Part of the broken glass on the window's frame grazed her leg. Thankfully, it didn't cut her through her jeans.

She was now outside, and instead of being put on the ground, the Decepticon brought her up to his face. Now under his calculating gaze, her breathing became shaky and she was sure she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. After a few moments, he let out a dissatisfied noise, "Not nearly as strong as I thought." Maggie was placed back on the ground, "Now where's the fun in that?"

Once Maggie had gotten her bearings, Glen was outside and standing next to her. His eyes were wide and his mouth was slightly agape. It looked as though he were about to be sick.

A noise took Maggie's attention away from Glen and brought it to the window. There, she saw the robot panther jump back out through the window. It kept its distance from the group, circling around and making its way to the fence that stood along the perimeter of the backyard.

The second Decepticon spoke for the second time that night. Maggie looked at him thoroughly for the first time. He was shorter than the other one, and darker in color. He also wore a visor, only his was orange instead of red. A large turret, one that probably belonged to a tank, protruded up from his back. The one thing he seemed to have in common with the other was the menacing look he had about him.

"Move yer aft, Tex! We ain't got all night!"

"Then make yourself useful and grab one of the meat bags."

"I ain't touchin' either of 'em!"

"I believe our orders were to retrieve them 'as quickly as possible'. What's Ons gonna do when he finds out we didn't do that?"

The other grumbled in reply before stooping over and picking up Maggie. She let out a surprised gasp as the air rushed around her. Even when she was still again, it seemed as if the world around her was spinning. As the dizziness wore off, she could see that Glen was now in the hands of the grey Decepticon. The pair of robots then followed the feline over the fence and up and over the hills beyond the back yard.

Both Glen and Maggie were still trying to wrap their heads around the situation they were in. They had just been kidnapped by three Decepticons. It was safe to say that neither one of them had expected it.

She didn't know how long they had walked for. It felt like a lifetime, but it easily could have been just a few minutes. If she looked in any given direction, she could see lights from the city and suburbs. But, they weren't close enough for anyone to see them. They were out in one of the few 'untouched' areas. People used it for hiking, and that was about it.

Maggie and Glen were put on the ground, a little unceremoniously they might add. Their eyes had adjusted to the dark night, so it was easier to make out the forms of the three Decepticons. The panther was circling them and the bi-pedal ones each had a hand to their head. Glen eyed the four-legged one warily while Maggie watched the other two.

Finally, their hands dropped. The grey one then surprised the humans by transforming into a helicopter. He giggled, "Come on in." Maggie and Glen shared a glance before making their way over to the helicopter, the panther trailing behind them.

Once they had gotten in the helicopter and strapped themselves in, the door closed. The shorter bi-pedal Decepticon, standing in front of the helicopter, shook his head, "Yer a crazy fragger, y'know that?"

"And you're a glitch-head," the helicopter responded happily. The shorter robot then backed up a few paces before transforming himself. Maggie had been right, in place of the robot was now a tank.

The rotors of the helicopter began spinning and soon they left the ground. Maggie looked out the window. Below them, she could just barely make out the form of the tank as it rolled along in the darkness. And keeping up next to it was the panther.

"Hey," the helicopter said. "Do you know what happens when a helicopter doesn't have a tail rotor?" That was all the warning they had to brace themselves.

Hey! Look! It's Glen and Maggie! And Ravage! And!... um... 2/5 of the Combaticons!

I know right, I whipped out this chapter so fast. I was all "shizzam!" and "pow!" and BAM! chapter six was written.

OMG, I've never written the Combaticons before! D: I hope I didn't fail : I love these guys, and I just had to put them in the story.

Anyways, I remember in my other story (So Believe) I started blabbing about the newest Transformers Animated episode at the end of each chapter. I think I'm gonna start doing that again, only this time with either Transformers Prime, or G1 (yay for Netflix!) or both :O Yeah, doesn't affect the story whatsoever, I'm just thinking out loud.

Planning out the next update as we speak!

Until next time

-Panic Switch