"Jack!" Arcee cried out, hurrying over to help June keep him in bed.
Sanchez hurried past Fowler and the children, and, ignoring the Autobots, came up to Jack, June, and Arcee and pulled out an important-looking badge. "Mr. Darby? I'm-"
"I know who are." Jack interrupted. "You spent nearly thirty seconds drawling out your name. Nearly made me go back to sleep." He cracked a smile. "There's still a chance your breath will do the job."
Sanchez flushed as everyone else, even Rodgers, snickered. "You little-"
"What? Kid who got freaking tortured?"
No one was laughing now.
"The kid who was burned? And electrocuted? Who screamed for mercy?" Jack's eyes burned feverishly. Sweat started to drip from his brow as his breath increased, his mind obviously trapped in memories that burned into his mind. "The kid who almost got a race killed?" Jack's mouth twisted into a disgusted snarl.
Sanchez was oblivious to Jack's torment. "Look kid, I hate to break your daily teenage angst fest, but some of us have a job to do, namely preventing a disaster. So-"
"Excuse me?" interjected Miko. "Teenage angst? You're looking at people who outgrew that when they met a group of space robots! And how would you know? When were you a teenager, the 1950s?"
"Shut up, you stupid little immigrant!" Sanchez's cool was completely evaporated.
Bulkhead let out a snarl and lurched forward to run Sanchez over. He might have done so if Jack hadn't shaken out of trance and cried out. "Everybody stop!"
Something in his voice demanded attention, respect. Whatever it was caused everybody to pay attention to the young man.
Jack looked at his mother with silent request. Hesitantly, she stopped her efforts to hold him down.
Jack slowly pulled himself to his feet, waving away Arcee's attempt to help. With shaky determined steps he walked forward into the middle of the silo.
"Since the CIA wants me to give my report," he said shooting Sanchez an almost sadistic glare. "I'll begin by telling what I heard when Silas thought I was asleep. They had obtained some files about the Autobots, and the info they contained sounded…interesting to say the least."
The blood in General Sanchez's face drained of color. "By United States law, you are hereby authorized to stay silent."
"If you would like me to stay silent, then I suggest that maybe you brief the Autobots as you're supposed to do." Jack glared at Bulkhead and Ratchet. "And I also suggest that the ones being briefed allow you to do so."
Jack looked up to where Rodgers was still standing by the elevator next to Fowler, Miko, and Raf. "Rodgers, isn't it? Continue." Jack's voice was dismissive, cold, and somewhat frightening.
Sanchez snarled. "Don't listen to the kid."
"Continue."
Rodgers struggled internally for a second. Then, avoiding Sanchez's furious eyes gripped the remote tighter and muttered an almost inaudible response to Jack's command. "Yes…sir."
Okay! Thank you for reading chapter five, also known as CRAP. What happening is my friend who is like an English expert said that I should do chapters in short intervals like I am currently doing. Personally, I like short chapters like these because when I write, I write as if I am watching a movie. Therefore, each chapter is like a different scene. Alone it seems weird, but together it fits in a weird, strange way. However a downside to this method is that when I'm writing it, I feel like the flow is off. Some scenes, such as when Jack wakes up seems like it is too abrupt, whereas others, such as the bomb briefing and continuous squabbling feels too slow. But anyway, I like this method better, so please don't hate how short each chapter is. It's just my style.