Sunstreaker was happier now, not so furious, merely pissed again.
He'd had to spend the entire night in the auto shop, holding absolutely still as his new paint dried. The color was more golden than his original color, slightly metallic, but the mech found he didn't mind. In fact, he liked the color more.
When the squishy femme arrived the next morning, a bag the same color as his new paint over her shoulder, and the keys she had taken spinning around her fingers. She swiped her strange plastic card though the machine, while she stared at him.
Her bright blue eyes were unreadable, but she smiled at Josh when he handed her the complimentary smelly pad, which was shaped like a tree. She tucked it into her bag, and the moment he turned around, the femme tossed it back into the pile and strode around to the driver's door.
Sunstreaker let her enter, and he let her drive, merely because he was tired and he was hungry.
Jasmine glanced down at the blinking light on the dash, and she sighed, gazing around the sides of the road until she spotted a Husky station. The Lamborghini slid into the last empty spot, and the model stepped out to a cat-call.
She glared over her shoulder and her blue eyes flashed.
The sleazy middle aged man lifted his coke bottle at her from where he was leaning against his Peterbilt, the black paint covered in dust.
"Nice car, honey." He strode over, grinning at her over the top of the yellow sports car as she sidestepped over to the pump in heeled pumps. "But not nearly as fine as you."
"That's nice. Your truck needs a wash." Jasmine commented, eyes focused on the numbers flashing on the small screen.
"I can think of other things that need a wash."
Jasmine snorted. "I'd rather throw puppies in a woodchipper."
"Don't be like that babe! I'll take you to dinner first!"
"Where? Macdonalds? You don't need any more weight."
"Where have you been all my life?!" The man laughed, putting his hands on the top of the golden Lambo.
"Hiding from you." And the passenger side door flew open. The man made a pained sound and his eye twitched before he fell to the ground. Jasmine swiped her card through the slot and placed the pump back into its place.
The gold car was peeling out of the gas station in seconds.
Barricade cruised down the road he was patrolling and stopped at a four way stop. His hidden optics watched as a gold Lamborghini screeched to a halt at the stop sign on his left and if Barricade had been in his bi-pedal mode, he'd have raised an eyebrow.
That car seemed ever so familiar. The Decepticon activated his holoform, scanning the car and his holoform's eyebrows shot up.
That car was familiar because it was Sunstreaker. And he carried a human.
Never in his long life had Barricade expected the vain mech to carry a squishy. But perhaps their meeting had its merits.
The Saleen activated his lights and sirens as the Lamborghini pulled around the corner. It was immediately by the curb and Barricade's holoform stepped out of his alt-mode.
The driver's door opened a young, pretty redhead stepped out, balancing on high heels.
She blinked her large blue eyes and Barricade had decided what he was going to do in that instant.
"Was I speeding officer?" She tilted her head.
Barricade rubbed that back of his spiky black hair, red tinted glasses perched on his nose. The uniform he wore was opened slightly at the collar and it revealed the white under shirt, and pair of dog tags.
"No." He looked a little sheepish, and it hurt to do this. He was a giant metal Decepticon who could squishy her like a bug. "It's just….I wanted to tell you that you were pretty."
"Oh!" A pretty blush spread across her face. "Thank you! I'm Jasmine. Jasmine Volkov."
"Barry Cane." He took her extended hand and kissed the back of it. "Could I get your number? Maybe we could go out for dinner one day?"
"I don't normally do this," Jasmine fished in her yellow purse and tucked a card in his breast pocket. "But here. Call me for dinner soon."
She smiled she got back into Sunstreaker.
Barricade smiled, striding back to his alt form.
Yes. His plan would do nicely, and in the end, he'd have gained the location of the Autobots and possibly the Allspark shard.
"Cute cop!? And you're only just telling me now!? And it was two days ago! You bitch!" Jasmine stared at the phone, where Nikki's screeches came from.
"Yes."
"Has he called you back!? Ohmygosh! If he calls you back-"
"Hang on, Nikki. I've got another call coming in." Jasmine pulled her phone away and answered the incoming call. "Hello?"
"It's a pleasure to hear from you again, Miss Jasmine!"
"Barry!" Jasmine grinned, a light blush spreading across her cheeks. "Hi!"
"You seem excited to hear me." Barry chuckled. "I take it you'd be willing to go on a date tonight?"
"Yes! That'd be awesome!"
"I'll pick you up eight tonight. Wear something pretty." He paused. "Not that you need it."
"You're sweet, Barry. I'll see you tonight." She hung up on the handsome cop and returned to her call with Nikki.
"You have horrible music in the background. Anyway, you've gotta let me know if I can help you get ready for a date-"
"Nikki, I'm going tonight."
"Are you?! What time~!? Did he say where he was taking you!? What was his name, anyway?"
"Yes. Eight. No, he didn't. He said dress pretty. And his name is Barry Cane."
"Ohmygosh! I'm gonna be, like, right over!" Nikki quickly hung up the phone, and Jasmine shook her head, hurrying to the shower.
She'd spent the last two days sending posters to people and putting lost car ads in the newspaper. So far no one had phoned about a yellow Lamborghini with a red face on the right side. So, if everything went the way it was going, the car would be her's at the end of the week.
Sunstreaker watched with half-slagged scanners as his fleshy dressed for her "date" with Barry Cane. The other male she had befriended, her manager, had dropped off a bag the length of his shoulders to his knees and then roared off in his orange Jaguar.
He watched, rather rudely, as Jasmine stripped off her clothes and pulled open the bag, before putting on whatever was in the bag.
The dress was dark green and strapless. It had a green ribbon under the body part designated the breasts. The dress was knee length, and faded to a darker green as it went. The entire number was rather simple, but it was paired with a black heels.
Jasmine's red mane was pulled into a side braid, and it revealed a line of tattoos behind her ear. And now that he scanned her again, as she was applying some sort of gunk called "make-up", Sunstreaker could see she had another tattoo on her ankle.
He took pictures of the two tattoos, and then enlarged them so he could see what they were.
Sometimes, his curiosity got the better of him.
He blinked. And then blinked again.
That was...Cybertronian. The one behind her ear read 'Nightracer', and the one on her ankle was the symbol for thirteen. His optics narrowed in suspicion.
This femme had more to her than he thought.
Jasmine smiled as she prodded her steak, nodding intently has Barry told her about one of his more dangerous missions.
Apparently, Barry had been transferred recently from somewhere in the Middle East, but she had lost the name while she was staring into his perfectly shaped chocolate eyes.
The cop was extremely nice; he'd escorted her to his patrol car, opened and closed the door for her, and pulled out his chair for her.
They'd been chatting for well over an hour now, and she was found that her date had a very nice sense of humor.
However, the pressing urge to pee was hindering her ability to sit still and listen like she wanted.
"I'm going to use that bathroom. I'll be back in a moment." Jasmine smiled, hurrying to the bathroom to pee.
Barricade smiled and took a bite of his lobster. It gave him pleasure to savagely rip apart the sea creature, and it didn't hurt that it tasted good.
His date wasn't bad looking by human standards. In fact, she was rather pretty. She was a model, which meant she knew the city well, and that would help in his search for the Autobots and the Shard.
He glanced quickly at the bathroom door, and slid his hand into his pocket.
"Thank you for a wonderful evening, Barry." Jasmine smiled, a hand on her door handle.
He smiled, and took her free hand, pulling her close. She blushed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her close.
Their lips met, for a brief moment, but Jasmine swore she felt electricity. Barricade smirked, reveling in how easy it was to make this femme putty in his servos.
"I'll see you soon." She gasped, pulling away.
"I hope so." He planted another kiss on her cheek, and smiled as she strode into her housing unit.
Barricade's plan would go without a hitch. The fake stories he'd cooked up had drawn her in, and it was so easy to pull out feelings from her that it was amusing.
The holoform vanished, and the cop car pulled away with a growl.
Easy. How painfully easy the Autobots would fall.
ForgotMyName2Day confused me. You start going off about My Little Pony. -processor shorts out-
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