Hello! Sorry this is later than I had expected... :( school started and I have been a little caught up with homework... and devieantart :s And I'm also sorry for how short this chapter is. I didn't mean for it to be long anyway. For some reason I came up with the idea for this chapter while picking blueberries... o.O what is wrong with my mind!? ;) also, it is the first time I've written in third person so bear with me. One last thing, I didn't really know how to start it, so sorry if the beginning sucks too...

I do not own Transformers.

The room is bright and welcoming. The walls are all white, one with a flat screen tv hanging on it. White couches, and an oak coffee table sit inside. A giant window presents a beautiful view of Chicago. This room would be perfect for lounging with friends or having your morning coffee if it wasn't for the man tied to a chair in the far corner. His face battered and bruised, his black hair dirty from days without showering. He hangs his head, his deep brown eyes star at the carpet.

Fast paced foot steps enter the room. The man lifts his head, just a little, to meet the eyes of another man standing over him. This one stands tall, dressed in a neatly pressed black tux. Black hair slightly curled and sharp handsome features.

"Good, you're awake." Dylan Gould says with a smirk. He sits down on the couch crossing his legs. "Gary, is it? You know, it would be so much easier if you would just tell the truth."

"I have been." Gary says, "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"Surely you would have know about your daughters condition. It is quite hard to miss."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Gould gets up and starts pacing. "Why do you think Starscream went after her? She could be a great ally for the Decepticons. A great help to our cause. Even better if she is with the Autobots, an inside spy. Two for the count!" He kneels in front of Gary. "Now tell me. Where is she?"

Gary looks Gould in the eye, "I don't know. And even if I did, I would never tell." He sneers, "She wouldn't listen to a bastard like you anyway."

Gould's hand comes down on the man's face, hard, causing him to spit blood. "You shouldn't be so sure." he growls. He gets up and starts walking out of the room, but turns back. "Lazerbeak." The T.V. on the wall transforms into a giant robot bird with sharp talons and blood red eyes. "Keep an eye on our guest. I have some business to attend to."

"My pleasure." Lazerbeak hisses, his tongue flicks like a snake's.

Before he exits, Gould turns to Gary. "I hope your daughter likes watches." he snickers.

CLIFF HANGER! I think I took too long to get into the actual action, but there is more to come! (finally!)

I know in the last chap I said I was going to make a character thingy (can't think of the word at the moment...) but I decided not too. Too much typing -.-

And don't forget to review! It makes me sad when you don't :( it really does.

Have a good night/day, whatever you have at the moment! I'm going to bed :P