OH MY GOD!
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Sam stared in disbelief at the silver solstice parked in the alley behind his house, Faelan was leaning against the hood with a shit eating grin on her face.
"How did you beat us?!" he whispered harshly as he climbed out of Bee.
She cackled quietly, "Because we are the kings of speed."
"You're a girl," he replied bluntly.
She shrugged. "Fine the monarchs of speed then, seriously though Jazz was teaching me Cybertronian words we've been waiting so long. So how are you gonna do this?"
Sam turned to the Mikaela looking very nervous. "I need you to stay here, all right? You got to stay here and you're gonna watch them."
"Okay, okay," she replied.
"All of them," he insisted. "Do you hear what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, okay, okay."
"They're not dogs Sam," Faelan muttered rolling her eyes. "We can't tell them to 'sit'."
"Five minutes, all right?" He looked like he was going to have a panic attack now it had finally sunk in that he was trying to hide five alien robots near his house. "Just keep them here please?"
She nodded unsurely and shot a look at Faelan who was still grinning.
"He didn't bother asking me because he knows I'll just be egging them on," she explained as her grin grew. Sam sighed in suffering and made his way towards the house.
Mikaela just stood in awkward silence for a few moments before they all starting transforming and Faelan cheered as Jazz placed her on his shoulder again.
"Sam's gonna flip!" moaned Mikaela watching as they peered over the hedge.
"I know, isn't it fun?" cackled Faelan before plugging in her headphones to her Ipod and bobbing from side to side with the music.
Mikaela just stared at her, she suddenly had a lot of respect for Sam for putting up with this craziness for most of his life. And an understanding of why he seemed a bit weird, you couldn't deal with this every day and not be a bit weird.
Jazz shot the female on his shoulder an amused look then commed the bots. :Did anyone mention that I'm a saboteur?:
:No, why?: asked Ratchet.
:Faelan knew and I have no idea how and it's driving me out of my circuits.: There were a few nano-clicks of silence.
:She guessed?: suggested Ironhide. :We had a leader, a weapons specialist, a medic and a scout, we had to have a saboteur somewhere and you were the only one Prime didn't mention a specific role for.:
:Wow, Ironhide came up with a smart answer,: teased Jazz making the weapons specialist hit him. This made Faelan suddenly look up as she had been on his shoulder and raise an eyebrow in question. Jazz grinned sheepishly, she pulled her headphones off.
"Well?"
"I said I was surprised Ironhide made a smart comment," he told her. She glanced between the two bots a few times before rolling her eyes.
"Male-one-up-man-ship and posturing," she muttered. "Oh look, boss bot is going in to the garden."
The two bots turned to see Bee already crouched by the house and Optimus stepping over the hedge followed by Ratchet, Mikaela was running after them looked very panicky.
Faelan snickered. "Oh this is gonna be fun. Onwards to chaos!" she cried punching the air. Ironhide exchanged amused looks with Jazz before following after the others.
On the ground Sam was arguing with Mikaela and generally looked like he was about to have a panic attack.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? No, watch the path! Watch the path! Watch the- please, please, please. No, no, wait. No, no, no! Oh, no!"
Then Optimus stood on the fountain. Sam just gaped as the autobot leader grimaced.
"Oops, sorry my bad." Faelan burst out in silent laughter and clutched at Jazz to stop herself from falling off his shoulder.
Sam groaned, "I wish this was happening at your house, it would be so much easier."
At Mikaela's questioning look Faelan nodded. "We wouldn't have to worry about my family for one. My mum would just shake her head and go back to bed, my brother would be right alongside me asking questions and my dad would just stay to watch for the entertainment factor." At Mikaela's look of disbelief she shrugged. "It's very hard to genuinely surprise or freak out my family. We once blew up the back yard and my parents just asked that we keep it down." She paused a second before mumbling: "it was Bulleye's fault anyway." Jazz looked at her questioningly. "My sniper rifle, he's the oldest."
Seeing the other bots looking interested as well as confused, Jazz sent them a copy of her earlier speech about names and souls. Ratchet and Optimus became very thoughtful while Ironhide wanted to know what other weapons she had and Bumblebee wanted to know all of their names. Optimus quickly decided though that this was a discussion for another time and drew their attention back to the matter at hand: obtaining the glasses.
"You couldn't wait for five minutes? I told you to stay! Just stay! God!" complained Sam before turning on Mikaela again. "I told you to watch them. I told you."
"Okay, you know what? They seem to be in a little bit of a rush," she hissed back at him.
"Oh, this is bad," he groaned and then to make things worse Mojo started barking and ran over. "No! Mojo, Mojo! Off the robot! God!"
Faelan chortled when Mojo peed on Ironhide's foot and he shook it slightly to get the liquid off kicking the little dog in the process and sending him flying into Sam's arms. Then the boy nearly had a panic attack when the large bot started charging his cannons.
"No no no no no no! Easy! Easy! Hold on! Hold! This is Mojo. This is Mojo. He's a pet of mine. He's a pet. Okay? That's all. If you could just put the guns away... Put the- put them away. Please," he squeaked as the cannon came closer.
"You have a rodent infestation," rumbled the black bot irritated.
"A what?" asked Sam in confusion.
"Shall I terminate?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes!" chanted Faelan jumping up and down.
Sam shot her a look of betrayal. "No no no no. He's not a rodent, he's a chihuahua. This is my- this is my chihuahua. We love chihuahuas! Don't we?"
"No," whispered Faelan making Jazz laugh. "They're like little yappy rats."
Ironhide looked like he agreed with Faelan. "He's leaked lubricants all over my foot!"
Sam stuttered for a moment intimidated. "He peed on you? Bad Mojo. Bad Mojo!"
"Bad Mojo," repeated Ironhide making Faelan breathless with laughter at the sight of the big bot shaking his finger at the tiny dog, Jazz had to hold her to stop her falling off his shoulder.
"I'm sorry. He's got a male dominance thing. That's all it is," explained Sam nervously.
"Hhh. My foot's gonna rust," complained Ironhide moving away towards Ratchet who was watching amused.
"Oh stop being a big baby," called Faelan. "I'm sure you've had worse things on your foot."
Sam still looked panicked dodging around all their feet. "All right. Whoa- ah. Okay, okay. Shut up and go hide!"
"Just hurry," Optimus insisted impatiently while Sam ran into the house.
Faelan gaped and shared a disbelieving look with Mikaela though when she was placed on the ground and the Autobots started doing recon. In the Witwicky's backyard!
"What. The. Hell," deadpanned Faelan. "Recon?! Really?! You're going to be seen, you micro-chip morons! You glitch heads, Judy will turn you into slag heaps with her friggin' baseball bat!"
The Autobots all stared at her in shock while Ratchet poked her experimentally, "How do you know Cybertronian swears?"
"You guys are mechanical right? I just used words that we use for broken computers," she said with a shrug. "And really?! That's what you got out of that? That I swore at you in Cybertronian? Not that, I don't know, you are doing something incredibly stupid right now?!"
That fortunately made them back off a bit although it seemed to remind Prime that they were still waiting on Sam to find the glasses.
He lowered his servo and gestured for them to get on, "Sam may need help."
Mikaela looked nervous but still got on, the girl and bot turned to look expectantly at Faelan who simply arched an eyebrow at them.
"Yeah, you do that while I show you how a professional does it."
She watched amused as Optimus lifted the girl up to Sam's bedroom window and argue with him for a moment before shaking her head and making for the back door.
"What are you doing?" asked Ratchet curiously.
"I'm showing you a professional liar enters without suspicion," she bragged winking at the bots curious looks while Jazz sniggered. She pulled the door open and called out: "Ron, Judy!"
"Faelan, sweetie," gushed Judy coming to greet her. "It's a bit late to visit isn't it?"
Faelan sighed as if annoyed. "Yeah well Sam borrowed my Geography notes and I'd kinda like them back for the homework due in on Monday."
Judy tittered and shook her head. "Just go on up and ask him. Really he shouldn't leave it so late to give you your notes back."
She smiled happily and thanked her before heading up the stairs to Sam's room, on the way up she heard the bots chatting.
"That was pretty impressive," whispered Jazz. "That was really good!"
"And that's a good thing, being a good liar?" asked Ironhide doubtfully.
"Depends on the situation," explained the saboteur. "Everything has its place."
She snickered and opened Sam's door just in time to hear him say: "Okay. Yeah, no, no. It's definitely gone."
"What do you mean?" asked Mikaela looking a bit panicked.
Faelan sighed heavily making the other two spin round in surprise. "Seriously Sam? I'm honestly surprised you can find anything in this room, never mind a small pair of glasses."
He looked around the room again frantically before fisting his hair in frustration. "My glasses were in the bag. They were in the backpack and now the backpack isn't here."
"Well, they're gonna be pissed," stated Mikaela. "So- so what do you gonna do?"
Sam began motioning around the room desperately. "So what I think you should do is you should- you should check this whole- this whole section here."
Mikaela moved to where he had gestured and bent down to begin looking. "Yeah, all right."
"Just give it a clean sweep, and I'll get- I'll get the corner here. Yeah, no, no, no," he gasped taking the box out of her hands suddenly that she'd just picked up. "Not there. That's my- that's my private- sorry. That's nothing."
Faelan sniggered and started rooting through the stuff on his bed, really Sam needed to hide his porn better.
"You just- you just told me to look..." protested Mikaela.
"I know, but I didn't mean to look inside of my treasure chest."
"You should be way more specific so I don't get in trouble in your room," she insisted harshly. "I'm already stressed out enough."
Sam then chose that moment to glance out of the window to see how the Autobots were doing only to do a double take and lean out in disbelief.
"Okay. What now? No. No. No. No no no. This isn't hiding," he cried looking stunned at their actions. Faelan crept over and stuffed a fist into her mouth to smother her giggles. The Autobots had all transformed back into vehicle mode in the middle of the lawn!
"This isn't hiding. This is my backyard, not a truck stop. Oh God. Oh!"
Faelan snickered and called out to Jazz, "Jazz-man what are you doing? I thought saboteurs were discreet, this is the exact opposite." She giggled when the porche's headlights flashed in a wink. "Come on guys, where's your common sense gone?"
They managed to get a few more minutes searching in before the whirling sound that indicated the Autobots' transformation was heard and Mikaela turned to find Optimus stood outside the window again looking very impatient.
"Sam? Sam, Sam, Sam, Sam! He's back here."
"I can't deal with this," he grumbled walking back to the window. "I can't- what? Oh, no, no, no. This is my mother's flower..." he whimpered looking down at the flower bed that Optimus had trampled in his attempt to get close to the window.
"Oops!"
Faelan cackled silently in the corner again, Mikaela had learnt to ignore her by this point, there was no helping when she was in this kind of mood where she found everything funny.
"Okay, listen. You got to listen to me," explained Sam tired. "If my parents come out here and see you, they're gonna freak out. My mother's got a temper, okay?"
"Slag them with the baseball bat of doom that has claimed many a valiant foe," giggled Faelan.
"Not helping Fae."
"We must have the glasses," insisted the Prime.
"I know you need the glasses. I've been looking everywhere. They're not here. They're definitely not here."
"Urgh. Keep searching."
Sam looked about to drop to his knees to beg at this point. "I need you to be quiet for five minutes. Ten minutes. Okay? Please, I'm begging you. You got to- you're making a racket. I can't concentrate. You want me to look and I'm hearing..."
Optimus pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "Calm down, calm down."
"You got to do something here. You got to do something here." Faelan could tell Sam was about to lose it because he was starting to repeat himself, that was a sure sign he was beyond stressed.
Optimus turned to his soldiers and ordered them to fall back.
"Thank you," sighed the boy. "Please, for five minutes. Good? Good? Okay."
Faelan moved over to the window and watched with amusement as the bots moved away arguing as they went, trying to hide.
"Move!" said Jazz dodging around one of the bigger mechs.
"Get away!" hissed Ratchet in retaliation as he nearly tripped.
Optimus scowled, "What's the matter with you? Can't you be quiet? He wants us to be quiet."
Ratchet rolled his optics at Optimus's badgering, "Hmph. Ow!" Of course that meant he wasn't watching where he was going.
Faelan giggled helplessly as she watched Ratchet trip and crash into an electrical transformer and went down in a flurry of sparks also crushing a greenhouse in the process, she covered her mouth and tried to calm down, god she had to stop laughing before she couldn't breathe anymore. Ironhide and Jazz peered over at the medic in amusement, oh they were never going to let him live this down.
"Wow! That was tingly! Ooh!" laughed Ratchet sounding a bit giddy. "You got to try that!"
"Yeah. That looks fun," muttered Ironhide sarcastically while Jazz sniggered next to him. They both pulled the medic up on to his peds and laughed as he staggered back to the house where Optimus was gesturing for them to come over.
"Ratchet, point the light. Come on, hurry," he said sounding a bit amused at his CMO's accident.
"Listen, we got a major issue in here," Sam groaned still searching his room for the glasses, ignoring his best friend who was gasping for breath on the floor after laughing too much. "What's with the light? You gotta stop the light. What's going on?" he asked staggering when the light shone in his eyes, he knelt down to pick Faelan up and rubbed her back a few times to try calm her down before turning on the bots in annoyance. "Turn it off. You gotta tell him to shut it off. Shut it off."
Then to their horror they heard Sam's parents knock on the door, they so did not need this right now, Faelan had not been joking when she said Judy would attack them with her bat if she saw them. Police would be crawling over the house within minutes if that happened and then their chances of keeping this secret would be shot.
"Sam, are you in there? How come the door's locked?" asked Ron through the door. "You know the rules. No doors locked in my house!"
"You know he'll start counting if you don't open the door!" said Judy.
"One more chance. Five..."
"Oh, dear."
"Four. It's coming off the hinges, pal," said his father, Mikaela was rushing around the room trying to find somewhere to hide while Faelan had noticed that the Autobots had started moving away in a hurry to hide from Sam's parents.
In a move that was probably the height of stupidity she leapt out the window, ignoring the squeaks of shock from the other two, and latched onto Optimus's shoulder making the big bot freeze in shock.
"Keep moving boss bot!" she hissed. "I wasn't kidding about Judy attacking you guys if she sees you."
He moved off again although more gingerly since he didn't want to accidently get her caught between any of his gears and tried to avoid standing on Jazz who was now hovering around his peds so he could catch Faelan in case the girl fell off.
Back in Sam's room the remaining two stared in disbelief at the open window the other girl had just jumped out of, they were interrupted from their shock by Judy, "He's counting! Sam, just open the door."
"Three."
"Oh, my."
"Two."
"He's counting," his mother repeated as Mikaela finally found a place to hide, ducking behind some of the junk in the room.
"Stand back," called Ron causing Sam to open his door in a hurry, he really didn't want his dad to break the door down.
Outside Faelan was struggling not to laugh, and therefore give away their position as she watched all the Autobots squish up against the house in a variety of positions in an attempt to avoid being seen. She slid off Optimus's shoulder despite his quiet protests and Jazz's alarmed clicks and made her way along the roof so she was above Sam's room sat above the apex of his window listening to their conversation in amusement, really the Witwickys were almost as crazy as her family, although Judy was almost as bad as she was so it was really no surprise Sam was able to put up with Faelan's antics for all these years.
She heard Judy say: "We heard voices and noises and we thought maybe you were-"
"Yeah, it doesn't matter what we thought. What was that light?" interrupted Ron suspicious.
"No, what light? What?" asked Sam trying to distract them. "There's no light, Dad! There's no light!"
"The light!"
"You got two lights in your hand! That's what it is," insisted Sam.
"There was light under the door," argued his father.
"No, maybe it bounced- look, you can't- you can't just bounce into my room like that. You got to knock. You got to communicate," protested Sam as she could hear them all moving about.
"We did- We knocked for five minutes."
"I'm a teenager." Really Sam, what was that statement trying to prove?
"We knocked!" Judy told him again.
"You didn't knock," said Sam in exasperation. "You were screaming at me, okay?"
"No."
"This is repression, what you're doing here. You're ruining my youth, okay?" he complained.
"Oh, for Pete's sakes! You are so defensive!" cried Judy. "Were you... masturbating?"
Faelan fell back against the roof in silent laughter at that, oh god Judy was priceless! She was never going to let Sam live this down, if she'd remembered her phone she would be recording all of this, ah the missed opportunities.
"Judy," yelled Ron in protest.
"Was I mastur- No, Mom!" cried Sam in horror conscious of the presence of the girl he liked hiding in his room, oh boy she could just imagine the look on Mikaela's face.
"Zip it, okay?" hushed Ron.
"It's okay."
"No, I don't masturbate!" insisted Sam. It was turning into something of a full blown argument down there, but at least they had been distracted from the weird happenings tonight.
"That's not something for you to bring up. That's a father-and-son thing, okay?"
"I mean-" started Judy.
"Father-son thing," repeated Sam sounding a bit traumatised.
"You don't have to call it that word if that makes you uncomfortable," Judy said earnestly. "You can call it... Sam's happy time or-"
"Happy time?" exclaimed Ron and Sam in horrified unison.
"My special alone time..." continued Judy not really listening to them.
"Stop."
"Mom. You-"
"Judy, stop."
Judy was still rambling: "With myself."
"Mom, you can't come in and-"
"I'm sorry. It's just been a weird night," she apologised. "I've had a little bit to drink."
She heard them moving around again and Sam calling: "No, no, Dad."
"Yeah, well, we saw a light," insisted Ron. Faelan snickered when she saw Optimus hurriedly duck out of the way of Ron's torch. "I don't know where it was, but we saw it."
Then Optimus stumbled slightly causing the ground to shake so what did Ron think…
"Earthquake! It's another one! Another earthquake! Get in the doorway!"
"Okay!"
"Aftershock! Aftershock! Oh, I hate these," grumbled Ron.
"Quick, hide!" hissed the Prime motioning his soldiers to move further back.
"Got to ride it out. Ride it out!"
"Hey, the lights are back on," called Judy in surprise. "Come on, get out of that tub."
"Can't you take safety seriously?" asked Ron annoyed.
"What about- oh, kay," mumbled Jazz from beside Optimus. Faelan couldn't help the laughter when Optimus then stumbled back and accidently squished Jazz against the side of the house. "Oh, no. Man. Man! Oh."
"You doing alright there Jazz?" she sniggered causing him to scowl at her.
"Good Lord, this floor is filthy, Sam," complained Judy inside.
"Oh. Oh, no! Look at the yard. The yard is destroyed. Sheesh!" Ah, so he saw the mess the Autobots made of his garden then, at least he was blaming it on an earthquake. "Judy? Better call the city. We got a blown transformer! Power pole's sparking all over the place! Aw, man. Yard's a waste. Trashed. Gone. It's a wash. The whole yard."
"You're kidding!" she asked incredulous.
"The parents are very irritating," rumbled Ironhide.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," chittered Ratchet still obviously a bit high after his little shock therapy from earlier.
"Can I take them out?" he asked.
"Ironhide, you know we don't harm humans. What is with you?" asked Optimus.
"Well, I'm just saying, we could," said Ironhide with a shrug. "It's an option."
"If you seriously consider that option me and you will be having a talk," hissed Faelan. "And not a nice friendly talk either, there will be running and bullets involved."
"We heard you talking to somebody, Sam," insisted Judy. "We wanna know who. And where did Faelan go?"
"Mom, I- I told y-"
Faelan swung so she was hanging upside down above the window. "Hi Judy, sorry I was just seeing how much damage that earthquake did. It looks pretty localised, I think we got the worst of it here."
"Seriously?" complained Ron. She nodded and then waved at the girl still hiding in the corner making everyone turn to look.
Mikaela stood up nervously. "Hi. I'm Mikaela. I'm a- I'm a friend of Sam's."
Judy laughed in delight. "Gosh, you're gorgeous. Isn't that the prettiest girl?"
"Oh. Son- Wow," muttered Ron giving Sam a thumbs up.
"She can hear you talking, Mom."
"Oh, my goodness. I'm sorry you had to hear our little family discussion about this-" laughed Judy remembering what she'd said before.
Mikaela chuckled and exchanged amused looks with Faelan who swung back into the room and sat on Sam's desk watching.
"Sorry that we're bugging you," said Ron still grinning at Sam.
"Backpack- do you have my backpack, ma?" asked Sam remembering the important thing that had been the reason Mikaela was in his room in the first place.
"Come on, hon. Let's go," said Ron trying to usher his wife out.
"Oh, it's in the kitchen," Judy replied to Sam's question making Faelan glare at him, seriously all that and it wasn't even in this room?
Mikaela wandered off with Judy to get a new top to wear since hers was ripped and filthy while Sam and Faelan rushed downstairs to find his backpack.
"Oh, yes," Sam whispered with relief when he found it before practically tearing it open to check the glasses were in there. "Okay. Okay. Yeah."
"Your mom's so nice," Mikaela told him as she entered the room brushing her hair.
Faelan peered over his shoulder in curiosity, she'd seen the glasses before but it was different now she knew they might be the saving grace of an alien race. "All this fuss over something so small," she mused. "I wonder where the Allspark actually is."
Sam snapped the case shut decisively, "I want you to distract my parents while I slip out and get these glasses to them, okay?"
"And when has anything tonight gone to plan?" muttered Faelan just as the doorbell rang. The other two glared at her, "Ok! Sorry I jinxed us!"
"Ronald Wickety?" asked the agent at the door.
"It's Witwicky," corrected Ron. "Who are you?"
"We're the government. Sector Seven," he said flashing a badge at him and handing over a piece of paper, looking around the part of the house that he could see from the door way.
"Never heard of it," said Ron stubbornly still annoyed from the man getting their name wrong.
"Never will. Your son's the great-grandson of Captain Archibald Wickity, is he not?"
"It's Witwicky," corrected Ron again beginning to look really irritated.
"May I enter the premises, sir?" the agent asked stepping forward.
"Ron, there's guys all over the front yard," yelled Judy from the dining room.
"What the heck is going on here?" asked Ron confused.
"Your son filed a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter," explained the agent.
"National security?"
"They're ripping up my rose bushes!" called Judy beginning to sound pissed.
"That's right. National security," the agent repeated looking rather smug.
"My God, Ron, they're everywhere! There's guys in suits all around the house! Look at this!"
"Could you stay off the grass?" asked Ron.
"Get me a sample and some isotope readings," instructed the agent to one of the passing guys in a hazmat suit.
"They're pulling bushes out of the ground! Good Lord! They've got to get their hands off my bush!" shouted Judy swinging her trusty bat at the agent.
The agent managed to grab hold of it before it hit him. "Drop the bat, ma'am."
"Hey, hey, hey, that's my-" protested Ron coming over to defend his wife.
"I'm carrying a loaded weapon," the agent warned them.
"But you'd better get those guys out of my garden or I am gonna beat the crap out of them!" screamed Judy.
The agent suddenly shone a flashlight in her eyes. "Are you experiencing any flu-like symptoms? Aching joints? Fever?"
"No!"
Sam had had enough of hearing the arguing by now and went to see what all the fuss was about, Mikaela followed him while Faelan grimaced and glanced out of the window to make sure that the Autobots were gone before following after them.
"This is going to be a long night."
"What is this?" asked Sam.
The agent smiled at him trying to be friendly. "How you doing, son? Is your name Sam?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I need you to come with us," he said reaching to grab his arm.
"What?" exclaimed Judy going to stand by her son.
"Whoa, way out of line," said Ron standing in front of his family protectively.
"Sir, I am asking politely. Back off."
"You're not taking my son," insisted the father defiantly.
"Really? You gonna try to get rough with us?" asked the agent looking a bit amused, Faelan really wanted to smack that smug little smirk right off his face.
"No, but I'm gonna call the cops because there's something fishy going on around here," said Ron looking around at all the agents in his house.
"Yeah," agreed his wife.
"Yeah. There's something a little fishy about you, your son, your little Taco Bell dog and this whole operation you got going on here," said the agent starting to get irritated with them not cooperating.
"What operation?" asked Ron incredulously.
"That is what we are gonna find out."
Faelan snarled and stepped forward, "Look buddy, you can't exactly expect us to even remotely trust you when we've never heard of your agency, we don't know your name and you just barge in here without warning."
The agent eyed her speculatively for a moment. "I'm Agent Simmons, S7 is a top secret government agency and you are not entitled to know anything about it, if we think there is an issue we deal with it, whether you're offended by us barging in or not."
The two had a stare off until one of the other agents came up and tapped Simmons on the shoulder.
"I think direct contact," he whispered, Simmons looked at him for confirmation and the agent nodded handing him some type of scanner.
"Son?" asked Simmons turning back to the others.
"Yeah," replied Sam looking nervous after the guy's argument with Faelan.
"Step forward, please." He motioned him forward and lifted the scanner towards him.
"Just stand?"
Then the scanner started beeping and Simmons face lit up. "Fourteen rads." He seemed to contemplate something before moving the scanner over to Faelan where it went ballistic and started beeping like crazy making his eyes widen at the reading. "Bingo! Tag them and bag them!"
Next thing they knew they were all in handcuffs and being dragged outside to the waiting black SUVs.
Faelan was just praying that they didn't frisk her because she was not going to let them take her babies, she would fight tooth and nail if they tried, she didn't care if they sedated her they were not getting their grubby little hands on her weapons. Luckily they didn't seem to even consider the fact that any of them might be carrying weapons and just shoved them towards the cars.
They could hear Judy shouting, "If you hurt my dog, I'll kick your ass!"
Ron called out to them: "Sam! Do not say anything, Sam!"
"Yeah," he mumbled as the three teens were pushed into a separate SUV than Sam's parents.
"Not a word until we get a lawyer!"
The three exchanged glances in the back seat and hoped that the Autobots had managed to hide from all the agents.
"Well I can see how the rest of this night is going to go," sighed Faelan slumping back against the headrest.
"And how's that?"
"Like being in the middle of a shit storm."
And tada! There is chapter 6!
Hope you guys liked it, I really can't wait till they get to Hoover dam and everything that comes after that.
Let's just say Faelan will prove how crazy she really is when it comes to the battle, just hope she doesn't give the bots a spark attack.
Amy way, let me know what you think, please review!