A beeping sound broke the melochly silence that penatrated the silo. Rachet turned to the moniter, and afte a brief typing storm, turned to Optimus and said, "Helicopter approching."
"Must be the breifer," grunted Fowler.
"I belive so," said Rachet. "The markings indicate milatary."
Optimus nodded and turned to his team. "Autobots. Let us stand to attention for our guest."
Every one but Arcee complied standing forward at attention. Miko and Raf hurried up to stand by Fowler. There was silence for a moment before Optimus said gently, "Arcee."
Arceelooked up from her partner,something she had not done in almost three quarters of an hour. Her optics had a far away look in them, and it took a moment for her to focus on her leader.
"Arcee," said Optimus softly. "If you want to truly help Jack, then we will need your full ablities to stop M.E.C.H. Other innocents will need our help, and I know if Jack were able, he would do his best to insure that M.E.C.H. never succeeds."
Arcee glanced down at her charge and then at his mother. June nodded, giving a small smile. Arcee nodded back to her before walking over and standing at attention. No sooner had she done so than the elevator door hissed open.
Out stepped two people. The first was tall and well muscled. He had black hair that glittered with grease and eyes that looked like polished gray stones. His stature and walk indicated his military training despite the dark suit he wore. Nothing, however could mask the slight swagger of his step nor the slighly obnoxious quirk of his mouth.
The second was the first's almost complete opposite. Small and thin, the man looked nervously around, his black eyes huge in the thick glasses he wore. His face was full of worry lines, and his back was slighly stooped from what many suspected to be constant pacing. His white lab coat signified his position as a scientist, though it was more of a beige color from what seemed like ingrained dirt and fingerprints of coffee.
There was a brief silence as the Autobots and their humans surveyed the newcomers. Then Optimus stepped forward and began, "Welcome. I am Op-"
"I know who you are," interrupted the first man. "I am General Shanchez. We only have about eight hours till a neuclear bomb is set off, so lsten close aliens."
Ignoring the stares of disbelief, he turned to Fowler and handed him a flash drive. "Plug this in."
Fowler opened his mouth to argue, but then glanced at Optimus. The Autobot leader's mouth was covered by his guard, but his optics were slightly narrowed at the rude man that had dared insult him in his own home. Hoping to diffuse the situation, Fowler decided that it was probably best to follow his orders without any lip for once.
Turning and walking down the stairs to Raf's computer, Fowler risked a glance back at the odd group of bots and Humans. All were standing rim-rod straight in uncomfortable silence. Fowler shook his head. If they were going to stop this threat, it would not be without a lot of difficuties.
Okay. Well needless to say I was beyond disgusted at this chapter, both because of content and length. Sorry for all the mistakes; my Word autocorrect isn't working for this document. But I promise to do better for the holidays. It's my gift to you.
To Foxbear: Yeah I noticed that People like to hurt Jack a lot in these stories. My guess is that people see Jack as a sort of logical Wolverine: It takes lot to kill him, and what doesn't only makes him stronger (or pissed as hell,depending on one's veiw). Whatsmore he always keeps a cool head, kind of the polar opposite of his Guardian.