I still don't own Transformers. Only Stanley.
"So you're tellin' me I did all that pap'rwork to be a janitor?" Stanley had half yelled at the man, Colonel William Lennox was how he intorduced himself.
"Uh..." Lennox started. "You're the guy that was transferred, right? I was sure we'd get someone younger..."
"And what makes you think young'r is better?"
"Uh..."
"Look, I signed all kinds of fancey wav'rs sayin' I'd be involved in top secr't operations! Not some lieutenant's job!"
Both men were walking in a particularly brisk pace, one seeming to try to walk faster than another, as if trying to have more power in the conversation. The cane of the older man hit the floor roughly with each step, sending an echo through the hall of the main entrance of the buidling.
"Sergeant Brooks, please understand that the job you were assigned was based on your current condition and-"
Brooks stopped abruptly and turned to the Colonel sharply. "And so I get a dumb job just because I'm old? Huh. People these days." He then continued walking up the hall.
"You might atleast want to know why its so classified!" Lennox called after the man. The old Sergeant stubbornly marched ahead, ignoring the Colonel.
"Of course, we always get the crazy ones." Lennox sighed and jogged to the man, so he could catch Stanley in time to reach the main hangar where he would be working.
Luckily, Will made it to the old man just as the doors to the main hanger were swung open by Stanely's free arm.
"Alright then, what is that I'm cleanin' for ya, Colonel? Toilets? Tables? Floors-" Stanley stopped in the middle of his grumbling rant to look at the mess that he was assigned to work at.
Everything had been torn apart. Vehicles and aircraft were smashed and ripped to shreds. Walls and flooring had gashes and explosions. Blood and a strange blue substance was spewed about, and scorch marks were everywhere. Glass covered a large proportion of the area. It looked like a war zone, like a mini bomb had exploded in the large room.
Stanley, with shock and disbelief, turned slowly to face Lennox. He mouthed words at first, trying to form a sentence. Finally, he came up with one question.
"Tell me, Colonel Lennox. What exactly is NEST?"