Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, all rights go to Micheal Bay and Hasbro. I own my OCs and the plot.

Chapter Two: Interview With The She Devil

The next day I woke up as my alarm had gone off. Last night Lennox had called me with a time for me to come by at. And I'd say it's a little earlier than I liked but this was my chance at my dream job. Nothing was going to stop me. Going through my morning routine, I opted for a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt, leather jacket and sneakers opposed to my usual uniform. My hair was also down, flowing over my shoulders.

Eric was up early as well. I had explained to him that I needed to drop him off at Uncle Marcus' a little earlier, and he was ecstatic. It made me very happy, to see how much he like my brother. Speaking of who, when I dropped my adopted son off, had given me some weird looks.

"Why so excited?"

Grinning, I spilled.

"Yesterday, I got a job interview to be an army medic."

At first, he looked at me shocked but he soon smiled. Out of everyone I knew, he was the most supportive of my dream. And that meant a lot, considering almost everyone tried to talk me out of it. Or sabotage my chances. When I get a chance, I'd have to talk to Mom about that.

"That's good for you. Knock'em dead."

He teased, lightly hitting me in the arm. Laughing, I quickly hugged him before running to the park-ad and jumping on my motorcycle. Slipping the helmet over my head, I made my way down the busy streets. Turning this way and that, I soon made it to a couple of buildings surrounded by a heavy-duty fence. A sign on one read Health and Human Services. Cocking my head to the side, I though how that was a funny name. Then again, this was a hidden government facility.

Taking a deep breath, I rode up to the gate. A couple guys in bullet proof gear with M4s stopped me and gave me dead pan looks.

"Excuse me Ma'am, I have to ask you why you're here."

Nodding, I reached into the pocket of my jacket and pulled out the note Lennox gave me yesterday.

"I was asked to come here for an interview."

I made sure to sound formal and official, showing no nerves or worry. That was one of the things we were trained to be made sure of. One of the soldiers grabbed the note from my hand, read it over then walked over to another soldier. Even from where I was, I could faintly hear them radioing in to check that I was cleared. When he was done, he turned to look at me and nodded.

"Drive through and park your bike. I'll take you to Colonel Lennox."

Sure enough, after I parked my bike and took off my helmet, the soldier was waiting by a gate in the fence. As we walked to the customs area, I let them search me and kept a dead pan look. If I was going to get into the military as a medic, I should at least act like a regular soldier. Once I was done being checked, I stood beside the soldier who had brought me in as three figures walked down the hall towards us.

I could tell from here that one was Lennox, but I didn't know about the other two. When they got closer, I got a good look at them. One was a woman and I had a feeling she was Lennox's boss. She had long blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail that seemed just a little two tight and cold hard blue eyes behind a pair of black glasses. She wore a pair of black dress pants, flats, a white collared shirt and a black blazer. Just from the way she carried herself, I could tell I would not want to get on this woman's bad side.

The other figure was a man. He was significantly taller than both the woman and Lennox, and had an almost regal air to him. His hair was black, but had an almost blueish tint, and a mixture between uniform and shaggy. On his chiseled chin was a goatee. He wore a white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers and a red and white jacket. Around his neck was a pair of dog tags. On his belt buckle, I notice a symbol that seemed to be a face, but more robotic than human.

"Major Rogers, Eva."

Immediately both the soldier and I stood straight and saluted at Lennox. I think that caught both him, the woman and the man off guard. As I said, I would act like the soldier I was trained to be while I'm here. After a second Lennox shook his head slightly. I noticed he was wearing more uniform style clothing than yesterday. Basically camo cargo pants, combat boots and a black t-shirt.

"At ease you two."

My arm dropped but I still stood at attention. The woman looked at me through narrowed eyes.

"So you're Evangelina Roberts?"

"Yes Ma'am."

I nodded and she narrowed her eyes even more at me.

"Don't call me Ma'am. I'm not a Ma'am."

Lennox winced a little and gave me a sympathetic look.

"Eve, this is Director Charlotte Mearing. Head of National Intelligence."

He gestured to the woman. Aw fuck. Internally I winced. I so do not want to piss her off.

"And this is Optimus Prime. He's the Commander of our team."

Strange name. Optimus nodded at me, in which I returned. Mearing sighed and looked over her glasses at me.

"Look, before we start this interview we need to get one thing straight."

Just the way she said that, I could tell it was an important thing.

"If you breath a word about anything you see or hear here today, you will do time for treason. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded my head and looked her in the eyes.

"Yes Director."

She nodded and turned around.

"Follow me. We'll talk in my office."

The four of us walked down the hallway, Optimus and Mearing walked in front while I stayed beside Lennox.

"Didn't know you'd do that back there."

He whispered, keeping his voice low. Glancing in the corner of my eye, I saw him giving me a slight smirk. Rolling my eyes, I returned it.

"Thought if I wanted to join the army, might as well as act like a soldier."

He raised both eye brows in agreement and nodded. The rest of the way to Mearing's office we walked in silence. When we did get there, she gestured to one of the seats in front of her desk. I sat down in the one on the right while Optimus sat in the one to the left. Lennox stayed closer to the door. Taking an near invisible deep breath, I got ready. Mearing sat down and looked at me, her expression unreadable.

"So, Evangelina, tell me a little bit about your self. Who are your parents?"

Relatively easy question, probably to make sure I match up with my background search.

"My Mom's Jillian Roberts. She runs a small flower shop downtown. My Dad was Shane Roberts. He was a police officer. I also have an older brother, Marcus. He's a mechanic at a local shop."

I answered as if I had rehearsed it and Mearing nodded, glancing down at a file I just noticed it was one her desk. Skimming over it, I saw her eyes stop and narrow a little. Looking up, I could tell what she was going to ask even before she did.

"I see you have a son, Eric. Can you tell me a little about him?"

I nodded.

"Eric's my adopted son. His parent's died last year in the terrorist attack."

I made sure to use the cover story the government came up with. If they knew I actually knew the truth, well there was no way I would get this job. Mearing nodded and looked briefly down again.

"Lennox says you just recently graduated medical school. How long ago was that and what did area's did you train in?"

Now she's getting serious.

"I finished about three months ago. I trained the usual amount of time for medical personal but also trained as a combat medic at the same time. That's why I stayed in school a couple years longer. I was taking two sets of classes at the same time."

It was true. On top of regular medical classes, I trained with a military group my University offered. So I had a lot of extra stuff to do when I wasn't in my actual classes I was training.

"Why do you want to be a combat medic?"

She finally asked. This was the question I was waiting for and it almost came a second nature.

"My Dad told me if I could help some one, I had a moral obligation to do so. When I got older, I decided the way I would help others was to become a medic. He supported me all the way on it, but my Mom didn't. That's why I did both regular and combat training. It wasn't until a year ago, a month after the terrorist attack, I finalized the decision that I could do more good on the front lines."

Not meaning to, I shuddered a little at the memory of all the people dying because of those alien robots last year. Blinking to quickly get the images out of my head, I saw Mearing nodded at Lennox. He walked away from the door before placing a hand on my shoulder.

"So, you say that you did combat training. Care to show me what you got?"

I smirked, mirroring the one he was wearing himself.

I looked over all the guns in front of me. Lennox had shown me to firing range. Along the way, some of the other soldier heard about how some girl who was here for an interview was going to shoot one of the guns. So now, instead of just Mearing, Lennox and Optimus watching it was like ten other soldiers. One of which was Epps.

Skimming over a bunch of the guns my eyes landed on a Colt Canada/Diemaco C7 Assault Rifle. Raising an eye brow I picked it up and turned to look at Lennox.

"You go a Canadian gun?"

Epps laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, you know how to work it?"

Snorting, I grabbed a set of ear plugs and walked over to a set of targets. Lining up on the scope with one of the targets I took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. The shot was dead on. Standing up, I turn around and smirked.

"Yeah, I do."

Epps laughed as I turned back around and started shooting the rest of the targets. Each one was dead on and when I finished the soldiers were clapping. Grinning I put down the gun and took out the plugs before walking over to Lennox, Mearing and Optimus.

"Is that everything you wanted to see Colonel?"

Mearing asked. When Lennox nodded, she looked at Optimus. I did the same, curious as to what he would say. The whole interview he had said nothing.

"I have one question I would like to as you Evangelina. But while I walk you out."

That caught me a little off guard, but when he looked at me I nodded. Mearing on the other hand looked pissed. But she sighed.

"Fine."

Optimus nodded and started to head out of the firing range, and I was following behind him. When we got in the hall way, he slowed down and matched my pace.

"So what did you want to ask?"

I let the soldier act slip up a little though I don't think he cared.

"You had said after the terrorist attack you decided you could help better as a combat medic."

I nodded, a little curious as to where this was going.

"What exactly did you see? It was not any terrorists was it?"

It was almost as if he knew I had seen something I shouldn't have. Sighing, I looked down for a second before looking at him.

"No. What I saw, I wish I could forget. Those... things..."

I paused wondering if I should continue. But something told me I could trust Optimus, so I continued.

"They killed so many people. Hundreds of people on the streets killed in a mere second. Two of them... Two of them were Eric's birth parents."

Soon we made it to the point where I was searched before coming in. I was about to walk out when Optimus stopped me.

"Evangelina... I'm sorry you had to see those things and were involved in it. But I am glad you did not tell any one."

He gave me a small smile, which I returned.

"It was no problem."

He shook his head.

"Even though you're not fully aware of it, you have helped me and my men in a huge way. And in return, I will help you in any way I can to get you as Lennox's new medic."

I wasn't quiet sure how he could do that, but my smiled widened.

"Thank you Optimus."

So, there it is. Third chapter. Done! Sorry it took so long to get out but there, it's done! Hope you liked it.