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also i am still trying to fix any mistakes that i might have missed in past chapters (i.e spelling, grammar and so on)
Now that it's signal had been deactivated the box was almost harmless but the symbol of sector seven created all new problems and dangers. "we were promised that they had been disbanded" roared Ironhide as he brought his fist down so hard it caused Bumblebee's Avatar to loose it's balance. Bee quickly deactivated his Avatar so he wouldn't have to worry about it getting knocked to the floor by an outburst from the now very angry weapon specialist. "from what we heard from simmons they were disbanded completely, if they weren't why was he working with his mom" said Sam trying to calm Ironhide down. "he and others may have been disbanded for show but how do we know that the core of the organization wasn't kept active under everybody's radar" snapped Ironhide furious about this discovery. Sam put his hand on the angry bots shoulder and said "ironhide you need to listen, we'll find out what's going on here but you can't just head off and start shooting at people you think are responsible". Ironhide let out a large snort of steam as he backed his temper down a little. "then what do you suppose we do about all this sam, we need answers from someone we can trust" said Ironhide as he folded his arms across his chest. Sam smiled and said "I have someone we can call and I'm sure that we can get him to help us out with this".
Back at Sam and Bumblebee's college a very upset man was directing a clean up crew on the finer points of repairing battle damage to the campus grounds. "look it's simple you need to fill in these holes after you've patched the cables, then you just have to replace the lights and this area is clear" explained Simmons in an irate voice. The gray haired man stormed off to inspect the damage to the class room leaving the work crew to get on with the repairs. Simmons had just gotten to the class room when his cellphone started ringing "perfect now what, those guys in tranquility cant fix one street on their own with out asking me for help" snapped Simmons as he yanked the phone from his pocket. He was about to answer when he caught sight of the words "unknown caller" displayed on the screen. Simmons held the phone like it was some kind of dangerous thing ready to tare him apart if he made on wrong move. For a few seconds he let it ring hoping that whoever was on the other end would just give up, but the phone just kept on ringing. Simmons answered the call and said "please tell me this is a wrong number".
For a moment there was silence then Sam said "sorry it's not your the one I wanted to talk to", instantly Simmons clenched his free fist and thought about throwing the phone against the floor and stepping on it. "what do you want now kid, haven't you and you demolition derby boyfriend caused me enough trouble for one life time" snapped Simmons as he looked for somewhere to sit down. Finding an empty chair that was still intact he sat and braced him self for whatever bad news was coming his way, after all that was all this kid come Autobot had ever brought into his life. "how high up were you in sector seven before it was shut down?" asked Sam very seriously. Of all the things Simmons had been expecting to hear this question was the equivalent of a bolt from the blue. "what the hell are you talking about, sector seven is history thanks to you, you should know that why else would I spend two years working with my mom?" replied Simmons. "because we just found some kind of device tied into the com systems here in autobot city and it has sector seven's name all over it literally" said Sam. Simmons was glad that he had sat down because this information would have knocked him off his feet in a second. "what do you mean it has sector sevens name all over it? and be exact with every detail" asked Simmons. Sam explained how they had found the box patched into a building under construction and how they had managed to open it and the details of it's internal construction. Simmons listened to everything carefully then asked "your sure that some parts were added after it was built and that the hand scanner turned red and activated a self destruct when it got the wrong hand print?". "yes I'm sure" answered Sam "I'm right here next to the thing and bee is sure about the parts being added after it was build".
Simmons fell silent as he ran the information through his head, what Sam was saying should have been completely impossible. When sector seven was shut down all surveillance units like that were destroyed, the people who built them relocated to other jobs and placed under watch to ensure that they didn't use what they knew without the governments consent. At last Simmons spoke "sam what you have there is a mark six surveillance unit, it's designed to infiltrate any large communication structure from any connection no matter how small and simple it is, it can even tap in from an adjoining system so you need to look at every thing in the city not just the com system but anything that's close by even the lighting controls don't over look anything". "but I picked up on this one wouldn't I have detected others?" asked Sam "the young so naive so innocent, those units are all set to use different frequency's kid you got lucky when you found that one" replied Simmons. "how many more are we looking at here?" asked Sam "well given my years of experience and intimate knowledge.." Sam cut Simmons off "just give me a number here" "on a scale the size of autobot city no fewer than ten and nor more than sixteen, the first five will be tied into the communications system directly the rest will be hooked up to sub systems that have adjoining connections such as their power or control and when you find them you need to be careful, if their on unfinished systems like the last one then you can get them out easy but if the system is active then your in trouble".
This was turning into a nightmare for Sam "what kind of trouble?" he asked "well the code name might have been the mark six but the name more commonly given to it was the tick, because once it was used it was on a functioning system it was almost impossible to get it out" answered Simmons. "if you try and remove it from a functioning system and don't know what your doing then it fries the system completely and signals the other units to go into hiding until a safe amount of time has passed and don't ask me how long that is because that gets set depending on the mission, so if you manage to find any more before I get there leave them alone, don't touch them, don't even look at them the wrong way or we could be spend years looking for the rest" said Simmons. "your coming here?" asked Sam "your not exactly a fan of working with autobots you keep saying that you almost get killed every time we show up in you life". "kid this is s seven business, that make it my business, I got canned and had to smuggle paper work out while some techie gets all the toys he built not on my watch, who ever is behind this is connected and I plan to get a little over due revenge on them" said Simmons with a dangerous tone in is voice that made Sam shudder. "ok" said Sam "do you want me to arrange a plane to pick you up?" but his question received a strange answer. "yeh so kid I got things straightened out here so far as the damage goes so you don't have to feel guilty about what happened you two take care and keep you selves safe" for a moment Sam though that Simmons had gone crazy then he heard another voice that explained things.
"is that the little monster on the phone" said the voice of the Dean "look lady this is a private phone call you need to let me take it" said Simmons "give that phone to me" snapped the Dean. For a moment all Sam could here were the sounds of a scuffle then the voice of the dean came through loud and clear "witwicky I know that it's you on the other end of this call, you are hear by expelled from this college, never has any one student caused so much damage to this establishment". Sam reacted out of instinct and said "it wasn't my fault the decepticons wanted me dead and I had to defend my self". Fortunately the dean wasn't listing to anything Sam had to say at that moment and she just barked back "you and your machines just don't care about the rules here, you cause trouble destroy property and get people killed while your at it some one should put you all in your place, your things will be shipped to you home address after the work here has finished you may not return to collect them". "why would I want to go back to any place your in charge of after the way I've been treated there, or did I just imagine the way you tried to trap me after you thought that I was cheating on tests" replied Sam in a far angrier tone than he'd wanted to use. "that was the late professor colan's idea not mine" said the Dean with a snide voice "it must be your lucky day then, how many other things have you shifted on to him now he can't deny them" Sam had no idea where that had come from, something in him just didn't like that the full blame was being shifted on to a dead man.
There was another scuffling sound on the other end of the phone and Simmons voice replaced that of the Dean "look this is none of your business lady, there are things going on here that are a matter of national security and you don't have the right to interrupt them". A muffled response followed Simmons words as if spoken by someone at a distance from the phone them all fell silent for a few seconds. Finally Simmons broke the silence when he said "sorry about that kid, I was working on her but it looks like she's made up her mind this time, when we get this latest mess sorted out I'll try and talk to a few other places about getting you and bumblebee in". "it's ok" said Sam as he realized that he'd probably not be able to go back anyway now, given that he still had a lot to learn about being a Prime, "there's a lot I need to do here so you don't have to worry about getting me or bee into a college any time soon". "we'll talk about this when I get there kid just keep people from messing with anything they find in the mean time and kid I'm sorry this has happened to you, I think the only person who's had it worse than me the last few years is you" said Simmons as he ended the call. Sam was shocked for a few seconds by what he had just heard, Simmons who he had once fought against had just been nice to him.
Getting his mind back on track Sam said to Ironhide "you need to tell you people that there could be as many as sixteen scatted around the city and.." Ironhide interrupted Sam when he yelled "what there could be how many here, whoever has done this is going to answer to me personally when were done here". "IRONHIDE" yelled Sam "you need to listen, we got lucky with this one but the others could be more dangerous if their connected to active systems, their set to blow-out any active system their connected to if tampered with, you need to get you people to just mark the location of any device they find or the whole city could be in trouble". The weapon specialist came down off his rant and started coming the security force personal engaged in the search for any more devices. Seeing that Ironhide had calmed down a little Sam added "they should also look in any systems that share connections with the communications system even if it's only the power supply these ticks can access systems from those connections too". Ironhide looked troubled about this fact and quickly sent the new instruction to his people. Once the orders were out Ironhide asked "so what exactly are we dealing wit here sam, is this sector sevens work or what?". Sam let out a sigh and said "simmons seems to think that the whole of sector seven was disbanded like the reports said, he thinks that this is the work of some techie that held on to some designs and is now working for someone who is very connected in the government". Ironhide clenched his fist so hard that it caused the sound of scraping metal to be heard clear across the room, "that little worm galloway is behind this I know it" said Ironhide anger rising in his voice.
"more than likely" said Sam "but you cant just shoot him or something, not without proof anyway". "only someone high up could have done this sam simmons said so" replied Ironhide. "we need proof ironhide, not your temper, we should try the trick he used on us and bug his lines of communication for any information that he might not want us to get hold of" said Bumblebee. "that's not a bad idea bee, we could get hold of the proof we need and find out who's working with him at the same time, I mean he's not an expert at this so he bound to make more than a few mistakes here and there" said Sam as he though of the possibility's. "all I need is one mistake sam and I'll get everything we need" said Bee. "yeh but first we need to clean up this mess first and get these things out of the city's communication systems and wherever else these things are hiding" said Sam as he remembered what Simmons had said about these things being called ticks by sector seven because of how hard they were to remove.
