Everyone scattered in different directions. Ratchets' holoform faded, Kierra and Nathan dashed towards the barracks, getting ready for whichever Autobot or Decepticon may be landing, while Sam streaked towards the Autobots hangar, searching for his guardian and best friend. Skidding to a halt in front of the entrance, he watched as the Autobots raced around the room, grabbing weapons and medical equipment, preparing for the worst.
Gulping, he ran among them, weave through the stampeding soldiers, searching for either Optimus or Bumblebee. Searching for the blue and red flamed and black and yellow striped paint jobs among the flashing colors of the other Autobot, not seeing the red foot heading his way.
Sam released a surprised screech, when abruptly he was toted upwards. Franticly, he grasped the silver digits he was encased in. Peeking through meager holes, he gasped, as Sideswipe's worried face.
"Are you alright, Sam?" he asked, concern in his voice. Shakily, he nodded, as Sideswipe smoothly wheeled between Autobots. Halting in front of the armory, Sam saw through peak holes the two Autobots he was searching for.
Sideswipe lowered his fingers, opening the small cage Sam had been held in. Cupping his hands in front of his mouth, he yelled.
"Optimus! 'Bee!" Sam called. The yellow helm snapped towards his directions, and he released a high pitched squeal. Gingerly, he took Sam out of Sideswipe's servo, holding him close to his chest. Turning, Sam faced the large mach approaching them, curiosity gleaming in his bright, hazel eyes.
Optimus' flame colored paintjob gleamed in the light as he looked down to face Sam, a questioning look in his eyes.
None of the Autobots are going to be happy with him. Nope!