Entrance

Breeze slowly drove along. Where were the others? She should have met up with them hours ago. The deep blue Corvette checked her stats and growled. Her internal GPS and computer link had been damaged in the scuffle with some Decepticons when she had reached Earth. "Scrap," she mumbled, pulling up to a strange fabric-like city in a huge field. Humans milled around the brightly colored and striped fabric dwellings. Whatisthisplace?Breeze wondered to herself. She scanned the area and relaxed. No sign of the Decepticons.

One human walked up to a booth nearby and examined a list on the wall. She glanced at Breeze and then back at the list. She shrugged and accepted a scrap of paper from another human inside the booth and walked over to the Corvette, some unreadable expression on her face. Suddenly, she burst out laughing and staggered away, shoving her green glasses up the bridge of her nose.

Breeze stared after the human, confused. What was that all about? She shrugged inwardly. Humans were such strange little organic creatures. Who knew what went on in their little processors? Breeze certainly didn't know. She went back to mulling over her predicament over how to get to the Autobot base.

The human wandered off a short distance and scowled at a different sign. Then she dug a hunk of some sort of green paper out of her pocket and traded it for a chunk of dead organic of some sort, which she happily munched on and watched Breeze from the safety of a park bench. Or almost safety. She kept checking over her shoulder like Megatron himself was going to hop on her at any moment.

Breeze studied the human. What was with her anyway? Was her alt mode funny looking to humans? She didn't like that idea. If humans found her funny looking, she wouldn't be blending in as well. She frowned.

The human eventually settled down and checked some sort of electronic device in her pocket. Then she checked her paper scrap, muttered into the air and stared at Breeze some more, a disturbingly contemplative look on her face. She checked the scrap again, counted on her fingers and sighed.

Breeze didn't like this one bit. It was a good thing she had tinted windows. She decided to move on away from this fabric city with the disturbing organic stalker. Breeze started to pull away.

Suddenly, another human stood up beside her and a crowd gathered. The long-haired human that had been watching her walked up as well, suddenly nervous. There was no escape, the crowd had surrounded Breeze and cut off all escape routes.

Breeze stayed silent. Scrap.There was no way to get away, and she wasn't about to blow her cover. Cons could be nearby. She growled inwardly.

The human started calling out numbers that were apparently written on a piece of paper. For every number, a human would walk up excitedly and take an object and walk away. Finally he got to what had to be the end of the list, and the, apparently, the best prize, judging by the fuss he was making about it. He called off a number after much shouting and gesturing. That's when the odd human seemed to have a fit, practically ran up to the man, received some keys from him and grinned at the corvette.

Breeze scowled. She didn't see what all the fuss was about, but when she spotted the keys it dawned on her. The humans were having what was called a "raffle". She, Breeze, was the biggest prize. How was she going to get out of this one? She almost panicked, and then quickly calmed down. She would have to just drive away whenever she had the chance. Sorryhuman,butyoucan'townme.

The crowd slowly dispersed, and the odd human stayed behind and signed papers. She handed over some more green paper, and then walked over to the corvette. "So, I just drive it out of the side exit thingy?" she asked in soft voice. It was a direct contrast to the loud, barking man behind her. "Yep!" he answered. The girl brushed some hair out of her eyes, and hopped in. "Looks nice with its top down," she muttered, and giggled.

Breeze almost growled at this. She had heard the term before on some commercial on a TV in a store window Whatiswiththishuman?DoesshewatchtoomuchTVorwhat?Nomatter.Ineedtogetoutofhere.

The girl shoved some papers in Breeze's dash compartment and stuck the keys in the ignition, twisting them to start the engine. She grinned at the sound the engine made and pulled away. She carefully drove Breeze out of the side exit just as the man had told her, and drove out onto the highway. "This is awesome! I can sell my junker, keep this beauty, upgrade my computer... or pay the rent. Urgh," she rambled.

Breeze stayed silent and resisted the urge to take control and drive herself. She listened as the girl babbled and slowly realized she couldn't just leave the girl. It sounded as if she needed Breeze. She sighed inwardly. Well,IheardBumblebeehasahumannamedSam.Maybethisgirlwillbemyhuman.IhavetoseeifIcantrustherfirst.

The human continued rambling awhile before turning the radio onto some ridiculous pop music station, turning up the volume, and dancing.

Breeze growled a bit, but pretended it was a part of starting up at a stop light. WhydoIhavetolistentothis?Ugh.

The human cut off the dancing with a squeak and a blush when she saw a whole family peering at her curiously from a nearby SUV. She quickly sped away once the light was green and quietly drove along. It was about twenty minutes or so until they reached a large area of brick buildings.

Breeze stayed silent. She impatiently waited for the human to park. Humanstakeminutestodothingsthatcouldbeaccomplishedinseconds.She sighed inwardly.

Finally, she found a parking place and hopped out. She pulled the electronic device out of her pocket and pointed it at Breeze.

"Totally going on Facebook," she grinned. She took a minute to fuss over Breeze and then headed back to the road.

"Now to head back to get the junker," she grinned and waved at a yellow car, which stopped and let her in. Breeze waited until the yellow car disappeared down the road, and then radioed the others, sighing as she did so. Finally.NowIcanfindoutfromPrimewhattodo.

Prime received the transmission as he drove down the highway. He wasn't headed anywhere in particular, just taking a break from the base he and the others were staying at.

"This is Optimus Prime," he replied to the transmission, "State your designation." He didn't recognize the Autobot he was talking to.

"Designation: Breeze. I'm lost, and I have a situation here..." Breeze sighed.

"What sort of situation?" Prime asked, as he sent a transmission back to base asking Prowl to search for Autobot Breeze. A few seconds later, he was sent her records, all of which were clean. A perfect Autobot soldier.

"It seems I got stuck in a raffle, and now some organic 'owns' me. I don't know the protocol for what to do in this situation. The human is elsewhere at the moment," Breeze replied. Hopefullyshedoesn'tcomebackverysoon.

Prime drove along in silence for a long time. "Well... I suppose we could work this to our advantage. You could act as scout in that area. Keep an eye out for the Decepticons." he finally said. This had certainly never happened before.

Breeze was about to ask if Prime was still there when he answered. She sighed. "Alright...so just stay incognito right?" This was going to be an interesting situation, to say the least. Apparently, hers was a brand new problem, and there wasn't any protocol on it. "Oh, and my internet and GPS is down."

"Yes, just keep your cover. Try to learn from the human how to behave and what things are called if your internet is down. I want a report everyday as well," he sighed.

"Got it. I'll do my best. What if the Cons attack when the human is driving?" Breeze decided to find out as much as she could, just in case. She didn't want to get in trouble.

"You have permission to fight off the cons, and a duty to protect the humans," he replied.

"Alright. Thank you. I'll do whatever it takes," her determination showed in her voice. Breeze was one who would never let her fellow Autobots down. Ever.

"Great," Prime grinned. About that time, the girl pulled up in some hideous little junker car, which she parked by Breeze.

"Gotta go," Breeze whispered under the junker cars rattling and coughing sounds and quickly flicked off her radio. It was time to get down to business. The girl took out some chalk and wrote on the back window of the car. "For... sale... call..." she muttered. She seemed to do that a lot. Maybe she was slightly insane, because the Decepticon Wildrider did the same thing.

Breeze watched, listened, and kept her sensors on high alert. Reminders of the Cons always made her uneasy. Plus, she didn't want to put the girl in danger because she wasn't paying attention.

The girl finished messing around outside and finally transferred all of her stuff out of the junker to Breeze. There were several papers that were crammed in the glove compartment. One of them blew off in the wind and the girl had to chase after it. Luckily it only went as far to be right in front of Breeze.

Near the top of the paper it had a name. Alexa Roland. Was that the girl's name? Breeze figured it was. Time would prove if it was. For now, Alexa would be her name. The rest of the sheet seemed to be some sort of registration form. What on Earth was a college?

Alexa poked the paper back into Breezes glove compartment and moved some other items into her. Finally she finished, and went inside. A couple minutes later she walked over to a small shack in the parking lot and went inside. She pulled out a tarp and threw it over the corvette. Her footsteps retreated into the building.

Breeze was startled. She couldn't see a thing from under this tarp. She would be in big trouble if some Con came along. Then she settled down. No Cons were on her scans. She was safe, for now.

Alexa didn't come back outside. Apparently she had gone to her dwelling for the night. Breeze sighed and settled down. She might as well get a stasis nap. Her alarm would alert her if any Cons came around.