Somewhere in Arizona
They weren't angry. They weren't heading on a trip across the country to kill Bumblebee. But, in the hundreds of miles they had come, one thought had passed their thoughts and left them questioning one thing for sure: Where the hell had Bumblebee gone?
But the thought that passed their minds was, Would it have killed for him to give a head-ups?
It would have helped with what they were doing. Sure, Cade and his daughter, Tessa, had helped with Bumblebee's whereabouts, but when they had already lost so many Autobots' and with Optimus gone, it would have been better if they wouldn't have found the yellow-and-black Autobot missing one day.
It wouldn't have hurt to leave a hint as to where he was going. Who he was going to see. When he would be back. But if that Autobot had that many secrets, or maybe just one he really wanted kept hidden, couldn't he have just told them? What's the big secret?
Or a better question yet, who's the secret?
Hound, Drift, and Crosshairs made their way across the remainder of their trip. They were nearing the border that separated Arizona and California, and it wouldn't be long before they could put a specific location on Bumblebee.
They were in car form, doing about ninety each. Down the highway they went. They passed car upon car upon car and sometimes they would spot a yellow Camaro and think it was Bee, but no such luck.
It was Drift and Crosshairs who were the angriest of the trio. Hound, who was hanging back about a mile and scouting the sky, didn't care so much as to where the runaway had gone. After so long of hiding and fighting and war, they all had high hopes it was over.
But then Bumblebee had runaway like a delinquent.
Maybe he would be back. Maybe he wouldn't. But the Autobots' were determined to find him. It was better if they stayed together. Plus, it was better for Optimus Prime, who, hopefully, would return soon. Very soon. Though they had no idea, for Prime hadn't contacted them in several months. He had given them an update before that, explaining he was somewhere in the galaxy, charging around and trying to find his Creators.
But after that, they hadn't heard so much as a word from the leader. They knew he wasn't dead, but it didn't stop them from wondering if he had found what he was looking for. Or if he had found worse. Or nothing at all.
They drifted quietly down the highway, watching signs that they passed and becoming anxious to find Bumblebee. Drift wondered if Bumblebee thought the others would be angry at him or something for whatever he was having to do. Or maybe he just wanted privacy, but that thought never crossed paths with the Autobots' other thoughts. They had more important things to think about, business to attend to. So they continued to ride at high speed down the paved streets of Arizona in hopes of reaching Bumblebee before the next sunrise.
They had three hours left before they crossed into California. From there, they would go to South Gate, and then they would search East to West, North to South, until they found their missing team member.
They were determined to find him. . .
And his secret.