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(Eliza's POV)

We walked down the hallway of the Autobots base. Military personnel littered the place, with the occasional 'Bot. We were following Bluestreak towards a monitoring room, where we could try tracking Prowls position. In the meantime, I was trying to reach him. I know he was only helping me when he severed the link, but at least I could pinpoint his location. Our job would be so much easier.

I tried focusing again while we turned the corner. I reached out the far corners of my mind.

Come on Prowl, acknowledge. There was nothing. I ended up getting a headache.

We reached an enormous door – presumably that size for the Autobots – and went inside. There were a few mechs there. One was red and white, situated in the middle of the room, tapping at a computer screen. Another one drew my attention, as he was shuffling Cybertronian sized cards. He was compromised of white, blue and red. And seemed pretty laid back.

Bluestreak ran up to the red and white one, 'Red Alert, Sir.' He greeted. The mech – Red Alert – turned and saw all of us.

'Optimus Prime, sir.' He pushed past Bluestreak to stand before his leader.

'At ease, Red Alert.' Was the calm and measured reply. He then looked at Terry and I.

'Sir, who might I enquire are these two humans, and why are they in here? In fact no humans without full authorization are allowed in here. It is a breech of security, they might be providing information to the Decepticons, or, or… supplying information to outside sources or…'

My god he's paranoid.

'Red, calm down.' A different voice spoke up, coming from the card playing mech.

'Smokescreen, I delivered the message.' Bluestreak piped up. Ah, so this was Smokescreen.

He came over and looked at me, 'Who are they?'

'This is General Terry Jover and Agent Eliza Jover.' Prime supplied. Smokescreen and Red Alert looked skeptical.

'Why are they here?' Smokescreen asked again. I sighed.

'We're looking for Prowl. The 'Cons took him. You may have heard of him, he was in stasis for four months.' I spoke this time. I was not some organic that would be chatted about while standing around.

He smirked, and then started laughing. If this place couldn't have gotten any weirder…

'I know Prowl. I sold him his living quarters on Cybertron, before he went into hiding a few orns before the war started. We knew each other due to the fact he was one of the mechs who had a hard time paying his bills, so I hired him to be a hit man for the fraggers who owed me credits. He was always secretive; the most I could get out of him was that he trained at a dojo. Probably would've helped you when you were trying to stop him from getting away a few days ago.' He crossed his arms over his chest while talking, 'Don't know how he placed that bomb though.' Oh that's right. Everybody still believed Prowl placed the explosive. Eh, might as well come clean.

'I placed the bomb while I was undercover as Tamara Mclenn. My objective was to get Prowl out of there. I did, but now he's in worse hands.' They all stared at me.

'YOU BLEW UP PART OF A MILITARY BASE!' Good old Terry, always blowing a vein when I did something stupid.

'Yeah.' Was my simple reply. Her eye twitched.

'Oh, this is not over.' She hissed, before turning to Optimus, 'I am sorry for my sister and her… impulsive actions. Whatever is the cost I am sure we can take care of it.' She was practically begging.

Prime waved her off, 'It is fine General. Explanations will be helpful, but can be saved for later. At the moment we need information on Prowl's ware bouts. Smokescreen.' At his name said mech straightened and grabbed a datapad.

'Now fortunately for us, Ratchet had installed a tracking device. Unfortunately,' don't like where this was going, 'The chip is located in the same area that you were in, precisely outside of the humans property.'

'Damn,' Myra said. I nodded in agreement.

'Other than that, I don't think there is anything else we can do.' Smokescreen completed his report.

There was silence. It then struck me. If Prowl had severed our connection, I could fix it. I was in the mental realm first; he just practiced and absorbed more information than me.

'There might be a way.' I looked up at the Bots, pulling myself to my full height.

'What is it?' asked Seyer.

'Ok, but one of you will have to come with me for this. I will be concentrating too much to see anything so you will be my eyes.' I relayed to them. They were still confused.

'What are you suggesting?' Asked Orix. I drew in a breath.

'I am going to the mental realm, to try fix the connection between Prowl and me. It will be difficult. As they say "It is easier to destroy, than to create". But someone will have to come as well, to note the location.' I stopped and looked at them.

'But when he was being tortured, you could feel it.' Terry brought up a point.

'I know. I also know Prowl. He will recognize the connection and try to destroy it again. I just need it momentarily, so that one of you can get his position. He probably won't know where he is, so you will be placing a mental tracker. It's something him and I did when we first met. The mental realm is an infinite stretch of matter, so to find each other we placed trackers, and then pictured that location. It'll do the same thing in the real world, but a bot will have to come with me so to access the tracker and insert his or her memory into one of these computers to state his location,' God, I hope I was making sense. They seemed to get the gist of what I was saying.

Except for one detail, 'How do you get somebody else onto the mental realm?' asked Myra. I smiled.

'You've been there before. Remember that day when Prowl woke up and you were looking for him. And then he went mental and his eyes turned black?' she nodded.

'Did he speak weird?' I asked again. She nodded.

'He said something to me. It was um… "Sretnuocne nac eb gnivieced Arym." Whatever that means.' Myra recalled the moment. Go Prowl. You brought somebody in from a distance.

'He's speaking backwards. What he actually said to you was this, "Encounters can be deceiving Myra." These messages have very strong meanings and should not go unheeded. He's basically giving you advice for the future. That's what happens to anybody who brings somebody into the realm. We appear to be talking backwards to you, but to ourselves we are talking normal, albeit cryptically.' I explained. Her eyes widened.

'But that was a memory. I remember those words being spoken to me many years ago in a forest. Then this crystal was thrown at my feet.' She brought out a clear crystal. I stepped back quickly. That crystal…

'Myra, how long have you had that on you?' I asked slowly. She stared at it.

'I wear it all the time, never taken it off.' Was her reply. I gulped. That was not supposed to be here. Damn it Prowl. You bring her to the realm and she gets a memory. Who was the guy who gave her that?

'Myra, you have to give it to me. That is not supposed to exist here, and is very dangerous.' I held out my hand. Her eyes widened.

'Why?' she whispered. I could tell she was scared.

'That is the fabric which makes up the realm. I don't understand how a piece got here, or why you got it, but apparently when Prowl brought you into the realm, he was warning you without being fully aware of it. Understand that that small piece can be a weapon of mass destruction.' Now she was looking confused.

'Weapon of mass destruction?' she repeated my words, 'This thing? I can't even cut paper with this.'

'Allow me to show you.' I held out my hand again. She hesitated but eventually gave it to me. It started glowing the minute it touched my palm.

'W-what's that?' she asked, taking a quick step back. I grinned.

'It's what Prowl and I control.' And saying so, I changed the small shard into a shotgun.

Gasps went through the room. Murmurs spread like wildfire between the gathered mechs and femme.

I then pictured five hundred dollars. What, I can' have fun?

The cash bills appeared in my hand. I then returned it to the crystal.

It was silent again, 'Do ya know what this means?' asked Jazz. Where were they going with this?

'We can now defeat the 'Cons. If it can create anything she pictures, we could construct a weapon which would thoroughly crush those Decepti-creeps.' Orix summed up. What?

'And more energon supplies.' Added Seyer.

'We could even rebuild Cybertron.' Red Alert called out. Other ideas were spreading across the room, while I reeled in shock.

'Wait, no that's not-' Nobody was listening and my temper was wearing thin.

'HEY!' I shouted out. Still nobody heard. I pictured the shotgun again. I aimed it for the ceiling and let fire.

A deafening bang surrounded the room. All chatter stopped.

'That's better.' I said, blowing smoke from the gun, and drawing the attention of everyone here, 'This crystal,' it changed back, 'Will not be used for any of you. Its rightful place is back in the mental realm, or still with Myra, considering she's looked after it all these years. Unless all of you suddenly learn how to access the mental realm, I suggest you shut up and accept that you are never getting this. Nobody is. Got it?' Pure rage rolled off me.

'Eliza, with all due respect, the necessity of that shard is vital. We could now eradicate our top enemies and restore a whole planet. We cannot let you simply remove it now that it has been discovered.' Optimus explained. My eyes widened. They then narrowed.

'Okay, Optimus Prime,' I hissed, 'Let's say this gets into the Decepticons hands. What do you think they'll do?'

He looked around, 'Nothing. The Decepticons either need you or Prowl to access it.'

'That's very good. But then they would come after us, and abduct us. They would torture us until we did what they wanted or we would be killed. When they got what they wanted, they would end you and this planet. They would then kill us as well. So in other words… SHUT THE FRAG UP! THIS IS GOING BACK TO THE MENTAL REALM AND IF YOU TRY TO STOP ME, I WILL OFFLINE YOU PERMAMNENTLY!'

I think I got my decision through to him.

'When I go to the realm now, it will be placed back where it's supposed to be. Got it?' he nodded, 'Alright, I need a mech or femme to come with me for the mental tracker. And I will be choosing.' Everything went still. Now who to pick. Ironhide? No, to angry. Ratchet? Same thing. Prime? Mad at him now. Jazz? Same. Orix? Same. Bluestreak…

'Alright Bluestreak you're with me.' I decided. His optics widened.

'What?'

'Yeah, you're the only mech I'm not totally pissed at.' Emphasis on last two words. I looked at the shard and concentrated. It vanished.

I turned towards them, deadly serious, 'If you ever contemplate getting that back, you will all die, understood.' Silence.

I turned to Bluestreak.

'Let's Go.'

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