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"Hola, señor Alexandre," I said.

The older man looked at me and smiled. He was a sweet guy; he didn't ask for much when it came to help, and he had an unbelievable amount of patience.

"Hello to you too, Desirée," he chuckled. I had told him I was practicing my Spanish, since I wasn't that good at it. He didn't mind at all.

"What can I do today?" I gave him a friendly smile.

Giving me my instructions, I started working right away. Alexandre didn't have me working with the customers yet; some of them didn't speak English and he wanted me to get better at speaking Spanish before I help anyone. I was OK with that. I wasn't ready to help them out either and as long as I got chores to do, I honestly didn't care.

"Desirée, I have to go for a minute," Alexandre said. His bluish grey eyes looked at me tiredly. "I'll be back in five minutes, OK?"

"Sure thing." As he left, I looked around the shop nervously. Occasionally Alexandre would leave to go get something, but that was when the shop was getting near closing. It was around the time for it to open and I didn't know what to do. I saw someone walk in and look around. Biting my bottom lip nervously, I watched the person closely.

Anytime a customer came to buy something from Alexandre, it was out of instinct that I'd watch them. Very, very closely. Anyone of those customers could be Cemetery Wind agents.

It was a young man with deep brown eyes and a messy head of curly brown hair. His skin was slightly tanned, as if he had only been out in the sun for a few hours (after the sunburn went away). His brown eyes darted around the store, as if searching for something (or someone, my paranoid mind kept reminding me).

"Do you work here?" he asked when he saw me. An accent laced his words, it didn't sound like he was from Mexico. I nodded slowly.

"If you're asking me to find something for you, I can't." His eyes looked too calculating to me. It made my suspicions skyrocket, my paranoia too. "I just got hired."

He nodded, pursing his lips. "Do you know where I can find someone who can help me?"

"He left for a few minutes," I said. "He'll be back in five minutes, if you want to wait."

He thought about it for a second before shrugging. "Why not? But I might find what I'm looking for before he comes back."

I continued doing what Alexandre told me to do, and I kept feeling like the guy was staring at me. I tried my best to ignore it, but it was making me very uncomfortable. After what felt like an eternity, Alexandre returned. Immediately, the guy and Alexandre started talking. I felt myself let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

After the guy found what he was looking for, and payed for it, he left. I watched him go with a scowl on my face.

"Who was that guy?" I muttered bitterly.

"I don't know," Alexandre said. "He's gone now. Let's not worry about him."

No One's POV

The man left the store, knowing the female employee was watching him. She had her guard up very high. He could see the wariness in her eyes, her vibrant blue eyes. He smirked slightly. He'd give Attinger a call; they found what they were looking for.

Desirée Witwicky was hiding out in Mexico City, working and acting as if nothing was going on. The only problem was that he didn't know where the Autobots were. He couldn't blow his cover though. He worked with Cemetery Wind because the invasion of Chicago not only killed some of his close friends, but also his sister. He absolutely despised Cybertronians, whether they were Autobots or Decepticons or neither. They were all the same to him.

Evil, murdering machines.

He wasn't American, obviously, but he was able to serve as the eyes of the agency. He enjoyed his work. It gave him something to do.

Taking out a cell phone, he dialed Attinger's number.

"I found the Witwicky girl," he said. "As for the others, I'm still searching."

Hanging up the phone, he continued his search.

Desirée POV

Once work ended, I told Alexandre good night and headed back to Rosalyn's. My mind still worried about that guy who showed up earlier. He didn't seem right. There was something about him that made me feel uncomfortable, unsettled. It was as if he was waiting for me to say something or do something that would give me away as the "alien-loving fugitive". I frowned. I made sure I looked around, as casually as I could, to make sure I wasn't being followed. If that guy was working for Cemetery Wind, there was no doubt he'd use me to figure out where everyone else was. I was thankful the Autobots, the ones who made it so far, didn't choose to stay with Rosalyn at her house; they didn't need to be exposed to that kind of violence.

Eventually, they might be. You're staying with them, aren't you? The violence will come to them whether the Autobots are with you or not. You're all wanted fugitives. Cemetery Wind will not hesitate to kill you, your kids, Abby, Blossom, their kids, and Rosalyn's family. They were nice enough to give you a place to stay; is your life more important than theirs?

I bit my bottom lip. I didn't want them to be exposed to what's a daily norm for us. Being shot at, threatened, being in constant danger, and always being paranoid. It's not a good life, especially with children involved.

By the time I made it to Rosalyn's, I felt horrible. Saoirse and Eden gave me a big hug; I put on my best smile for them. I didn't want them to worry.

Everyone else looked like they were enjoying their day. Forcing my worries down, I decided to go along with them and put on a happy face.

There was no point in ruining everyone's happiness.

QUICKY A/N:

HEY-YO! HERE'S THE NEW UPDATE, EVERYONE. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AND I HOPE EVERYONE IS ENJOYING THEIR HOLIDAYS, WHATEVER IT IS YOU MIGHT CELEBRATE. IF YOU DON'T CELEBRATE ANYTHING, THAT'S JUST FINE! I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEK.

MY IPOD IS CURRENTLY GLITCHING AND I'M GOING TO BE UPDATING FROM MY PHONE UNTIL I CAN GET MY IPOD FIXED OR MAYBE REPLACED, I DON'T KNOW YET.

ANYWHO, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN THE TRANSFORMERS MOVIEVERSE. I ALSO DO NOT OWN THE FOUR OC'S. I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTERS AND MY FILLERS.

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