Day 6 of being stuck at the hospital and I and currently losing both my temper and my sanity.

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Word Count: 2056

Chapter 7

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~Bay~

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Huh... Using the middle names really does put the fear of god into kids... It's like the Parental figure's ultimate weapon... Bay thought as Eight flinched and snapped the bag shut. "Aunt Bay?" the boy stuttered as she grabbed the handlebars to the bike and put the it into the trunk.

"I believe you have some explaining to do buster. This is most certainly not the park nor the pool and good lord you reek... What are you doing out here?"

"I didn't want to tell you that I was trying to get a summer job..."

A bow arched. "Uh huh. Tell me the truth."

"I am telling you the truth Aunt Bay."

"Mhm... then why is your nose twitching then Pinocchio?"

The boy went to open his mouth when sirens chirped, interrupting the two of them. Bay glanced up to recognized the patrol car from earlier, the officer was getting out to walk over towards them.

"Hello officer. Is there something we can help you with?" Bay asked calmly as she eyed the dark haired mustachioed man as he stopped in front of her.

"I was responding to a call about a potential thief in the area. He was matching this young man's description." The cop said looking pointedly at Eight.

"I ain't no thief!" the boy glared.

"Just let me see what's in your bag son." the officer grabbed the strap of the bag.

"NO. I didn't steal anything." Bay noted that the boys tell wasn't showing... he was telling the truth.

"Let me see the fragging bag!" the man growled.

Bay's temper snapped. "Hey! My nephew says he didn't steal anything and I believe him. So unless you have a warrant back the hell off." Bay said as she jerked the strap out of the man's steel like grip. She glared at the cop before growling at Eight to get in the car. The cop watched her with glaring reddish brown eyes... At least she thought they brown.. She froze briefly for a second as she caught sight of the motto on the car. Warning bells went off in her head...

She shook her head and started the engine to the M3 and -legally- put space between her and the cop.

The boy fidgeted in the seat as he watched the rearview mirror. She noticed the same thing he did... the damned cop was tailing them.

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Ironhide, Bumblebee and a couple jeeps of the newly designated NEST soldiers were racing to Tranquility. They had warned Mrs. Witwicky to get away from the house once being certain that she was not already in danger. Sam had almost cried with relief.. Now all that was left was trying to find the fragging 'Con. Though it had thoroughly baffled them as to why the bot that had somehow hacked her cell had given up...

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~Barricade~

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The femme was speeding up giving him a good chase... Barricade grinned as he fully enjoyed playing this game of cybercat and glitchmouse... The pathetic human really thought she was going to lose him...

But barricade was going to get that microbot. He speed up to give the fleshling vehicle a 'love tap' with his bull bar jarring the car in front of him.

The femme was yelling at both him and the boy...

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~Eight~

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"That freaking pig! Eight you had better tell me what is so damned important in that bag of yours that this fake cop wants your bag so desperately?"

Eight swallowed tightly as he glanced in the rearview mirror at Barricade's persistent form... "I'm not sure you'll believe me..."

"Hold on to that thought." Bay growled as she yanked on the wheel and drifted the car before shooting into an alley.

"Holy crap Aunt Bay where did you learn to drift?!" the boy gaped at his aunt.

"Focus Octavius. What. Is. In. The. Bag." she annunciated each word.

Eight glanced down at the bag. "I'm not sure can handle it."

"Persistent bastard." Bay growled at the rearview mirror as the car was jerked again. "Kid, I've dealt with quite a bit in my line of work, right down to hunting down dead people. Whatever is in the bag won't phase me."

"Okay... You want to tell her what's up Jazz?" the boy opened the bag. When the little bot jumped out of the bag his aunt stiffened for a minute before returning her gaze back to the street. The woman cursed before replying, "Let me guess it's some type of super tech that the pig is after?" She said after a few seconds.

"Ah'm not quite normal lady." Jazz said as he glanced back at Barricade. "How much do you remember about Mission City?"

"It was a terrorist attack-"

"What do you remember?"

"Just the explosions... and the jet..."

"That was no ordinary human made jet. Just like that isn't really a police interceptor behind you." Jazz said with no hint of his accent to his voice. Eight's eyes widened at the little bot. I didn't know he could talk normal...

The car jolted forward as Barricade rammed them again. Bay let out another hissed cursed and swerved down another side street. "It sure as hell feels like a damned cop car to me. If that isn't a car then what is it?"

"An autonomous robotic organism. That one however is a Decepticon known as Barricade. As to why he wants me lets just say we don't work for the same side."

Bay was silent, lips pursed in thought as she took another hard turn causing Jazz to briefly lose his balance. She had pulled out on to a main throroughfare... and had began weaving in and out of traffic. Eight almost groaned as the 'Con turned on his sirens.

Bay let lose a growl. "So what are you an alien or something?"

"Yep."

Eight squeaked as he braced as Barricade rammed them again.

"The fragger is slaggin' playing with you..." Jazz growled angrily.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." Bay growled. "I am well aware of the game cat and mouse. Damn it I wish my car hadn't gotten blown up... I really could use my glock."

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~Bee~

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To say that his ward was panicking was putting it simple. Sam had freaked over the fact that there had been a con in his house. Bumblebee was performing a scan on the house looking for any trace of the bot that had gotten inside. Ironhide had went ahead tracing the city for any trace of a Decepticon.

"And you're sure that you saw nothing." Epps asked the woman.

"Positive. It was just me and Gus-" Judy said as she picked up the tools lying in the yard where she had discarded them.

"Wait who's Gus?"

"This little boy scout that volunteered to help me with my garden since someone won't come home till the end of the summer."

"Did the kid act weird or anything?" Epps asked with a frown.

Judy tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Nope. He was the sweetest little thing ever... He never went into the house so I doubt it could have been him."

"Wow what an interesting day for the neighborhood today... first that cop and woman get into it and now the military..." one of the neighbor busybodies said quietly... but not quietly for Bumblebee's audios. Judy wasn't all to pleased with the small gathering of ogling neighbors...

Bee sent a text to Epps who frowned at the phone before walking over to the gossiping women. "Excuse me but what did you say about a cop?"

The old women blinked up at Epps before giggling like teenagers... "My aren't you a strong handsome one..." the old woman flirted.

"Uh... Thanks?" Epps blinked. "But you were saying something about a cop?"

"I was just telling Peggy here that the was a cop that got into an argument with a woman out in front of my house earlier today... "

:Ironhide to Bumblebee. I've located two spark signatures. One of them is Barricade. The other is too weak for me to Identify at this range, but I am closing in. The fragger is all over the place with his blasted driving. I think he's finally glitched...:

:Unless he's after something. Give me five klicks and I'll catch up to you.: Bee cut the commlink.

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~Bay~

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She cursed again as she turned down yet another alley. "Kid when we get out of this we are having a nice long chat about keeping secrets from me." Bay said glancing over at the boy briefly. "The lurker is trying to herd us into the freaking dead zone."

"Da dead zone?"

"This part of the city ends in quite a few dead ends... If I'm not careful-"

"How do you know that?" Octavius frowned at her.

"Your dad had a job for me... Your brother Basil was fond of street racing. I had to drag his ass back home after kicking the shit out of him in a race. Easy to say that I broke his heart."

"Basil used to-" Eight was cut off by a ringing phone...He frowned as he pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello?"

"Gus! Thank goodness-"

"Mrs. Witwicky now isn't really a good ti-"

Barricade chose this minute to sideswipe the car. "Son of a- freaking donut muncher!" Bay cursed loudly as the car threatened to spin out. "No. No. No! Argh damn it!" She yelled as she wrestled with both the steering wheel and the brakes as she tried to turn it into a drift.

Right in the middle of the next intersection.

Bay paled at the sight of the large black truck that was barreling towards them. She cringed and braced herself for the worst... Just as she hit the gas again the truck broke into multiple shifting gears and parts...

"Dear sweet lord..." she said as the black metal titan lunged itself over her car and at the cop car. "Please tell me that's a good guy." Bay said as she glanced back at the brawling giants in her rear view mirror.

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~Ironhide~

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"Decepticon punk!" Ironhide growled as Barricade sunk his claws into his armor. Ironhide roared and kicked the ex-enforcer off of him.

-Gettting old Autoscum?- Barricade hissed with a smirk as he bounce back to his pedes quickly. -Bet you can't catch me.- The con hissed as he bolted. Ironhide growled and launched himself after the 'Con.

His comlink pinged.

:Bumblebee to Ironhide where are you?:

:The fraggers makin' a run for it.: He grunted over the comm. :Follow the other spark signature I've got this piece of scrap metal.:

:On it.:

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~Jazz~

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"Aunt Bay I think we could slow down now before the real cops get after us." The boy said trying to shake his caretaker out of her fear.

"Are you sure?"

"Trust meh Bay." Jazz spoke up. "That 'Con ain' gonna make it past 'Hide. Hide's cannons are enough ta make that slagger turn tail an' run."

The car came to a slow puttering stop. There was a clang as she stopped, and the engine gave a loud hiss as she cut it. The woman let out a long shaky sigh as she rested her head against the steering wheel. "You better have been worth this mess munchkin." she grumbled as she glared at the bot.

"... Tha' was a hit on my height wasn' it?" Jazz glared.

"What do you think?" she chuckled as she looked over at Eight. "You okay kiddo?"

"I think so.." Eight said as he looked over at his aunt. "How about you Jazz?"

"Ah'm good."

A curse came from woman as she tried to open her door. "Figures the pig would dent it enough to jam it..." Bay growled. "Can you get yours open?"

"No..."

"Right. You two in the back." she pointed.

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~Bee~

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Bee had traced the signal to a really beaten up black BMW M3, parked on the side of a one way street. As he pulled up to the side of the vehicle the passenger door was kicked off it's hinges and into his path...