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They were both surprised that no other cop cars, alien or not, had joined the chase. Though, seeing as they were the only people in the car, they considered that a good thing. Neither of them felt like getting arrested today.

"Uhh, Jazz... right?"

"Yeah?"

The voice coming through the speakers was heavy with tension, throwing out the single worded answer as the car dodged around another slow moving vehicle and swerved down a side street, closely followed by the other talking alien car.

"If you keep going straight, and take... a left at the next intersection, there should be a train passing through in about... three minutes. Would that help?"

"Good squishy! Very good squishy! That's great! Hang on ti', got it? We're prolly gonna be pushin' it reeeal close!"

The Mission Impossible theme song drifted away, only to be replaced by some techno song from the Blade movie.

"Woohooo!"

The car rocketed forwards at nearly impossible speeds, terrifying the crap out of both passengers. The intersection came up and the car drifted to the left, passing through the train tracks not ten seconds before said train blasted past, blocking the evil demon police car from view.

Miles and Sam both shuddered at the angry howl that followed them.

"Now that we're not being chased by Satan's Saleen, can you explain to us exactly what the hell is going on here?"

"Uh, yeah, 'bout that... Boss-Bot's gonna cover all that stuff. M' not very good wit' explainin' things..."

"Great."

Miles flopped back onto the seat, head cracking against the passenger door.

"How do we know you're not Satan's Solstice, dude?"

"He's good."

"Sam?"

Miles glanced over at his friend, eyebrow raised, only to notice the odd, glazed over look in his eyes, one that usually meant his friend was doing that weird, 'I just Know' thing.

"He's good... Miles."

"Let me guess."

Miles smacked the back of his head against the door again, groaning at the weirdness of it all.

"You just 'Know'. With a capital K."

"Yep."

Jazz's voice filled the car again.

"He... Knows? What's that 'bout, now?"

"He found a really weird rock on vacation a while ago. Gets these odd little... fits? I guess, and he just... Knows stuff. Carries it around with him everywhere."

"Rock? What shape is it? How big?"

Sam scowled at the stereo.

"What... first you want my glasses... and now you wanna steal my rock... too? My rock, dammit! Mine!"

"No way, man! M' not gonna steal noth- anything. I'm not gonna steal anythin'. Are all younglin's on your planet so... suspicious? Geez, I keep having the urge to defend m'self, man!"

Sam's face went blank.

"I... have a good reason... to be suspicious."

The car was quiet. They spent another five minutes in silence, broken only by the occasional burst of static over the radio.

The car turned into an abandoned warehouse, pulling to a stop in front of a door that stood slightly ajar.

"Ok, kiddies, free ride's over, gotta get out. Don't wanna squish y', after all."

They both leapt out of the car and, after the order from jazz, backed up several feet.

What followed next was something neither of them expected.

The car, with a loud grinding of gears and an odd, mechanical noise Sam and Miles had never heard before, transformed. Transformed into a giant, alien robot.

"OhdeargodI'mdreaming-"

Sam smacked Miles over the back of the head.

"Ow!"

"If it hurt, you're... not dreaming. We're... not dreaming... There is a giant alien robot standing in front of us... Oh, dear god..."

The robot- Jazz, Jazz was a robot? was somewhere between 15 to 17 feet tall with parts and pieces similar to the car they'd been riding in- they'd been riding inside the car mode of a giant alien robot!

"Aliens! Aliens, I tell you! Miles... you can no... longer laugh at me or call me crazy. Neh."

"Dude, we're both crazy!"

"Neither of y' are crazy! Geez, calm down!"

Jazz shook his... head? Helm? What ever the hell it was- at them both, placing a hand flat on the ground, palm up.

"C'mon, y' want answers, ri'? Boss-Bot's got 'em."

Sam grinned his crazy grin and leapt up onto the hand, glancing back to his friend.

"Miles?"

"Nononononono!"

Miles shook his head, backing away.

"There is no way you are convincing me to get on that thing! You honestly have a death wish, don't you!"

"Miles."

The other looked up at his friend, perched on the silver hand of a giant alien robot, and winced at the expression on his face. He knew exactly what that face meant. That was the 'Either you do what I ask or I'll make you die of guilt' face. Nothing ever ended well when Sam used that face. Ever.

"Miles, in forty or fifty years, when... you're old and wrinkly, and your grandchildren are gathered around you... How will you feel if you had to tell them you didn't take the chance? Just think, Miles!"

His friend held out a hand, pleading eyes fixed on his own.

" Fifty years from now... when you're looking back at your life, don't... you want to be able to say you had the guts to get on the giant alien robot?"

"Dammit, dude, when you put it that way..."

Miles grabbed Sam's hand and let his friend pull him up onto Jazz's... hand? Servo? Oh, who cares?

Jazz brought them close, other hand placed under the first.

"Gotta, say, man, that was some smooth talkin'. Almost as good as m', an' I work Special Ops for a livin'!"

"Thank you, thank you... I sign autographs every tuesday and thursday."

"Ok, kiddies, warnin': 'Hide's a liiiittle... trigger-happy."

Miles turned to Sam, eye twitching.

"If I'm murdered by a giant alien robot, my ghost will come back to haunt you for the rest of your miserable existence. Forever."

"Heard and understood, Miles."

Jazz ducked through the large garage door and was almost immediately set upon by a yellow alien robot that had at least two or three feet on the one they were currently sitting on.

" Just stand me up. You sure you're going to be OK?" (Jackass the movie)

"M' cool, 'Bee! It's nice ta see ya again! Ya good?"

The other robot grinned at Jazz, nodding his head up and down happily.

"I'm OK, Forrest. I'm OK. I'm fine." (Forrest Gump)

Jazz laughed and reached up to pat the other's head with his free hand.

"That's good ta know! Y' gettin' pretty good at manipulatin' those sound bytes, aren't ya?"

"Oh, l got a pretty good idea, but, uh... You know, practice does make perfect." (Starship Troopers 2)

"Heh, sure seems like it. Th' others here yet?"

The yellow 'bot nodded again and pointed over to the other side of the warehouse.

"OI! BOSS-BOT!"

A large red and blue semi-looking thing straightened up to it's full height and walked over to Jazz.

"Little bitches, may I introduce th' leader of our faction, Optimus Prime!"

God, this fiction terrified me. I had pre typed about eight or nine chapters when, all the sudden, my computer died. And not like, "Oh, it's dead, gotta wait till I can get a new part," dead, dead as in, "Oh, it's dead, you have to wait a year to get a new laptop," dead. And all my fanfiction went bye bye, which includes this, Harte's Hope, some random Invader Zim fanfiction, and another random Xmen Evo fanfiction.

So, after practically dying from sorrow, my gracious genius of a father managed to download everything onto the family computer, yay! Only to realize, when I opened it with the intention of posting a new chapter, oh. It looked like this.

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Yeah. Soo, I finally managed to fix it after downloading some weird program for the computer. Yay me.