Hey all! It's a bit long, but here's the newest chapter!

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"I told ya we shoulda had one o' us stay behind! If we woulda waited for that guy to get here with his truck, it woulda been gone by the time we got back!" a skinnier man in flannel, blue jeans and a red hat spat at one of the others.

"Good thing we decided to turn back then, huh?" the man on the far right chimed in with a smirk.

"Go on then! Get on outta here and don't let us catch ya nearby til we leave with this, here, machine!" the man on the left waved an arm, motioning for Cat to leave, but she only crossed her arms, saying nothing in return.

"Don't think she got the point, Lou," the skinnier man in the middle gave a toothy grin, all five of the men taking a few steps closer.

"Pretty, young thing, ain't ya? It'd be a real shame if you got that face all messed up…" he continued.

Silence and a glare was all they received. Cat despised anyone who could be so bold as to assume they could have control over her. Especially humans. If it weren't for all of the encouragement that she had received from Sam, Mikaela, Sam's parents, and the Autobots, Cat would have killed any human in her way. Having fused with Five made it more difficult to control herself from doing so, but her mind was strong, and for now she would hold back.

"She ain't talkin'. Maybe she's a mute?" one of them smirked.

"You know what that means? Means she can't scream," they were getting closer little by little.

"Maybe that means she'd like to come and play with us?" the one on the far left suggested.

Cat gave a slight smirk. Her ideas of "playing" with these humans were a little different than what they were thinking of.

"Maybe that means she does!"

Cat's eyes gave an intense glare, "My apologies gentlemen, but as a rule of thumb, I don't hang around inbreeds."

The men's smiles faded into sour frowns immediately.

"That's a sharp tongue for such little thing like yourself," Cat could hear the hammer of the small revolver in one of the men's grasp cock into place. That's when she knew that the formalities were over with.

"I feel as if I must warn you. I'm not very fond of people, and have been known to be less than tolerant of certain antics. I'm in no mood to take mercy on anyone at the moment, so your best bet is to leave now," Cat knew that her words would fall on deaf ears. She mentally wished that there would be someone, in this world, smart enough to leave when she warned them to.

The men looked to one another, a round of laughter bursting from them. Cat rolled her eyes.

"I think she's serious!" one laughed.

"Wonder if she's serious about that yellow eye, she's got there. And that arm of hers looks like some sort o' toy! Wonder what she can do with it?" they all stepped forward to within a few feet of Cat.

That was it.

Cat dashed forward at the men who held the small revolvers, grabbing them both by the wrists that held the guns and twisted them until they snapped, breaking them. The men screeched in pain, jumping back to hold their broken appendages, the others forming around them, looking to the damage inflicted by the girl. Cat had grabbed the revolvers and brought it up to eye level, holding them flat in her mechanical hand to show the others what exactly she was doing. She, then, folded her fingers around the weapons and crushed them as if they were nothing more than tin cans.

The five men, who were about to try and retaliate against the girl, stared in shock, eyes wide, mouths agape. Cat dropped the shredded remains and smirked.

"Any questions?" she couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of smugness for what she had just done.

"What the hell are you?!" one of them shouted.

Cat frowned at the question, never relenting on her narrowed eyes, "I'm not one of you, that's for sure…"

Before even really thinking through it, then other men attacked at the girl, pulling out their own small weapons. The only thing they really had against the girl were brass knuckles and small chains, but nonetheless, they attacked.

Cat dodged the attack from the first one who approached, grabbing his forearm and swinging him around. She quickly smashed her mechanical forearm into his elbow, breaking his arm at the joint. The man was thrown to the ground in obvious pain as he curled up into a fetal position, holding his arm.

Cat turned to the other men who were still coming at her. One of them swung around a chain, which was about two feet long, around at the girl. She dodged the swing and rushed at him, throwing a punch to the jaw with her left arm. She could feel the jaw bone crunch under her human knuckles. The man twisted around where he stood, falling to the ground, his eyes wide with shock.

Cat looked to see if the other two were still coming at her, but noticed that they had made a run for it, not looking back. She decided to give them a run for their money and chased after them.

The men had made it to an old beater truck and jumped in.

"Come on! Come on! Start it up!" the passenger yelled, cradling his broken, right wrist.

The other fumbled around with the keys anxiously, his hands shaking at the fear that he had just experienced.

Suddenly there was a loud "banging" noise as they felt the truck tremble. They looked to the bed of the rusty beater and saw that Cat had jumped in, strolling menacingly up to them, a feral look in her eyes.

"Going somewhere?!" she shouted.

The men screamed with intense fear. Cat punched through the back window with her right fist, grabbing the driver by his neck and squeezed, blocking his airway.

"How many?! Huh?! How many weaker humans suffered by your hands?! How many innocents have you tortured just to show that you had the upper hand over them?!" Cat shouted in a fit of rage.

The man that she had by the throat only grunted and choked in response.

"How does it feel to be on the other end of torture?! Are you scared?! Do you feel as helpless as those who you've wronged in the past?!" she pressed on.

Cat felt exhilarated. The rush of adrenaline was overwhelming, and she continued the torture. If these men were to be so brazen as to assume that they could take her down, she could only imagine how many others have suffered by their hands. The idea of them taking advantage of someone with a lesser ability to defend themselves made her sick to her stomach.

"P-Please… Stop!" the skinnier man in the passenger seat pleaded in a trembling voice.

Cat continued, an evil smiled across her face.

"Please! Don't hurt us!" the passenger yelled again.

It wasn't the passenger's pleading that did it, but something in the back of Cat's mind shouted at her.

-STOP THIS!- her mind begged.

Cat stopped the strangulation and jumped back in shock. She looked to her right arm, which she could feel the nerves in the connections to it pulsing with intensity.

-What am I doing?- Cat asked herself.

The driver was coughing violently, the passenger just stared at the girl, unmoving. Cat looked up to them. She heard the scrambling of feet behind her and turned to the rear of the truck, seeing the other three men staggering towards the truck. She hopped out of the truck bed and backed away, the men staring at her.

"Go on! Get out of here before I do some real damage! And don't ever talk about this to anyone!" she threatened. She just wanted them to leave her sight.

The other three men climbed into the back of the truck. The driver regained himself enough to find the ignition key and start it up, spinning his tires in the sand as he sped off. Before they left the scene completely, Cat noticed that one of them threw a brown, burlap sack from the bed of the truck.

Cat sat down in the sand, propping her elbows on her knees, and putting her head into her hands, staring at the ground in near shock.

-What was I doing?… This isn't me… I… I could have killed someone…- she was on the verge of a breakdown.

-I wanted them dead… But why?- her eyes widened as her question immediately turned into the answer - Five! This must have been the same feeling that she felt whenever she did those horrible things!… After so long of these feelings… Five turned into the monster that eventually took her over… And now it's happening to me…-

A small, inhuman whimper caught Cat's attention. She looked around until her gaze caught sight of the bag.

Cat sighed and thought -How cliché…- she heard another whimper and saw a lump in the bag shift around.

Cat got up and walked over to the bag, cautiously grabbing the tied off end. She untied the twine string and slowly opened the bag, looking into it.

"Oh man…" Cat said as she realized what it was that she was staring at… And what was staring back up at her.

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At around ten in the morning, the hanger doors to the dam opened, five familiar vehicles rolling in, and one unfamiliar following. Optimus was the first through the door, followed by Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Prowl and the small truck that Will Lennox was driving. Once inside, the five transformers shifted into their bipedal modes, and Will found a place to park.

Getting out of his truck, Will looked around the base hanger and said, "It looks a little different than the last time I was here."

"Secretary Keller had it fitted to be able to support our normal modes around most areas of the Dam. It was nice not having to stay in our alternate forms all the time," Optimus replied.

Just then, Wheeljack, Bluestreak, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker walked into the bay. Will's face was shocked at seeing all the new mechs he'd have to get to know.

"Are you guys sure that this place is big enough to support all the new guys that we'll be seeing in the long run?" Will asked incredulously.

The group of Autobots chuckled, "Let's hope so, Will," Optimus answered.

"You four look like you're getting ready to go somewhere," Ratchet took notice of the other four mechs.

"The twins, here, found the alt forms that suited them, and we were about to go and find some that they could scan," Wheeljack replied, waving a hand to the silver mechs that stood behind him and Bluestreak.

"Hold on there a minute Jack… You didn't say what I thought you just said did you?" Ironhide raised an optic ridge.

Ratchet smirked, "No, Ironhide, I'm afraid you heard correctly… These two are, in fact, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker…"

The twins grinned mischievously, "Good to see ya Hide!" Sunny said cheerfully.

"We've got lots of catching up to do!" Sideswipe added.

"Primus… Just what we needed…" Ironhide waved his fists in the air and looked up as if damning their god for such a mistake.

"How's the other patient?" Ratchet asked.

Wheeljack shifted nervously at the question, "Well…" he sighed and slumped his shoulders, shaking his head, "I apologize Ratchet, I went to check in on her and she'd left before I could prevent it…"

Ratchet's face contorted into that of an annoyed mech, "I knew that I should have welded her to her recharge bed…" he sighed, "I should apologize as well Jack. I forgot to mention just how much of a skill it is to keep an optic on her. Excuse me, I'll need to get to the mainframe and check on her whereabouts so I can-"

Just as Ratchet was about to leave when the hanger doors opened once more. Everyone turned to see what was going on, when the revving of a small, motorcycle engine filled the hanger with it's noise. Before the door had gone up all the way, the black cycle's motor purred as it pulled into the bay and slowly approached it's normal parking spot. The familiar rider had been wearing her helmet, but no jacket. Her backpack looked filled to the brim.

Cat parked her bike and set the kickstand, pulling her helmet off. Her face and body were completely covered in dirt and sand. Even her dark, brunette hair was full of the grainy particles. She sighed and looked up to the mechs in front of her, "Hey guys…"

Will's eyes immediately went to the motorcycle in front of him and he practically pounced on the girl.

"Sweet! Where'd you get it?! A Busa?! This is the fastest one out there! I wish I could get one, but the wife won't let me…" Will was like a kid in a candy store.

Cat couldn't help but smile, "Hey Will…"

Will smiled and patted the girl on the shoulder, "It's good to see you!"

"Yeah… Good to see you too…" she was rather quiet for her normal tendencies. Even Will, who hardly ever saw her, noticed.

"You okay?" Lennox asked.

"Hmm?" Cat looked up at him and up at the mechs in front of her. She hated that "concerned" look that she'd see every now and then.

"Fine… Just fine… I guess I'm still just a little worn out from the meds," she dismounted from her bike.

"Why would you leave on your own, knowing that you're not well enough to?" Ratchet crossed his arms, ready to hear her normal excuses.

"Sorry…" Cat didn't even look at the medic.

Surprise caught the four mechs who knew the girl the best.

"That's it!" Ratchet started, "It's back to the med bay with you! It's obvious that something's wrong with you!" he pointed the way to the medical bay.

Cat sighed and obliged, beginning her trek to the bay area. Everyone watched as she left the hanger. The tense silence was almost deafening.

"That wuz odd," Jazz commented.

"Yeah, I was expecting a big fuss from the kid," Ironhide agreed.

"Well I highly doubt that the medications would cause this reaction, so something must be bothering her," Ratchet theorized.

"Well," Will exhaled deeply and put his hands in his pockets, "I know that when I broke my ribs, a long time ago, it was harder to breathe, let alone try and talk too much or argue. Maybe she's just not feeling up to trying to explain herself."

"She was arguing just fine yesterday. So I'm having trouble believing that," Ratchet followed the girl to the bay.

Wheeljack looked to Optimus, "Should I help Ratchet with the kid?"

Optimus shook his cranial unit, "I'm sure she's fine. You and Bluestreak help these two find their alternate forms."

Wheeljack and Bluestreak nodded.

"Come on, boys. Let's go find you something you can use," Wheeljack motioned for the twins to follow him and Bluestreak.

Wheeljack transformed into his alternate Ram form, and Bluestreak into his Viper form. The twins transformed into two small, green, army jeeps as their temporary forms. The hanger doors opened and they zoomed off into the desert.

Jazz and Ironhide were about to sneak out of the hanger and follow Ratchet to meet Cat in the med bay when they were stopped.

"And where are you two going off to?" Optimus crossed his arms.

"We were jes gonna go visit Cat," Jazz replied, looking a little sheepish as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I believe that there is still the small matter of a disciplinary action to be taken," the leader didn't look very amused.

"What'd they do?" Will asked.

"They are part of the reason that Cat has been injured… Of course Cat won't be let off the hook for being involved as well, but while she's healing, you two will be my main focus," Optimus replied.

Ironhide sighed, "So what'll it be, Prime?" he felt like a sparkling being disciplined, as old as he was anyway.

"Prowl will most likely need to be filled in on all of the base's security systems, as well as he'll need the grand tour. I want him completely informed of every turn of hallway in the base, so do not miss any small detail," Optimus ordered.

"Yessir…" the two sighed.

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In the meantime, Cat had made it to the med bay and only had to wait a few seconds before Ratchet walked in, a scowl on his face. Before she could say anything, the medic had picked her up by the top of her backpack and, almost roughly, placed her on the large mech-sized table.

"So… How was your trip to Tranquility?" Cat tried to play off the situation.

"Don't change the subject… You must be ill if you agreed to come here of your own volition… What's the problem?" he put a hand to his hips and put the other hand on an adjacent table. Rapping his fingers against it in annoyance, he was waiting for an answer.

Cat sighed, "I'm not sick or hurt, but I came here because I wanted you to take a look at something…"

Ratchet raised an eye ridge in confusion, "And what would that be?"

Cat gently pulled her backpack off of her and set it on the table, kneeling down to unzip it. She pulled out the familiar burlap sack and reached inside of it, pulling out a small, black pup. It had some brown on each leg, under it's lower jaw and down part of it's neck, with little brown specks above each eye. The thing looked half dead as Cat cradled it's limp body in her arms. It was only a little bit bigger than the girl's hand.

"I think it's a Rottweiler puppy. I -uh… found it while I was getting my bike…" Cat looked to the dog, refusing to let Ratchet see her cold facial features.

"I know that you're still a little fuzzy on human medical practices even, but maybe you could tell what's wrong with this little guy," Cat laid the pup on the table.

Ratchet smirked, "You insult me, Catherine. I would have thought that you knew I have access to the world wide web wherever I may be."

Cat rolled her eyes at the term "world wide web". She always wondered why it was that they never just said "internet".

A few whirring noises and a quick scan of the pup later, Ratchet had finished his analysis of the creature.

"The animal is severely dehydrated and malnourished. And if what I'm reading is correct, dogs do not usually survive at this age without their mothers," he gave a grim report of his findings.

"Can't we do something for it? I'm sure we have the supplies to do the trick, don't we?" Cat looked sympathetically down to the motionless creature.

Just then, Will and Optimus walked through the med bay's double doors. Will looked up to the table and saw the look of worry on Cat's face.

"What's going on?" the Captain asked, looking back and forth from Cat to Ratchet.

Ratchet sighed, "Catherine has brought an animal into the base, and the poor creature is near death."

Optimus loomed over the table, looking at the small pup, "Where did you find it?"

"I… I found it on my way to get my bike… Do… Do you mind if I keep him?" Cat looked up to face Optimus. She felt like a child asking him this question, but she wanted clearance from the leader so there would be no arguments about it.

Optimus looked at the small dog, and then looked over to Ratchet, "Will it survive?"

"I'll have to see if one of the human medics can take care of it. It's much too small for me to try to work on it myself," the neon yellow medic walked into the office area of the medical bay to find a human doctor.

"What kind of dog is it?" Will asked.

"Rottweiler, I think," Cat cracked a small smiled while looking down at the pup. She watched it's breaths as it's small belly rose and fell quickly. She looked back up to Optimus and said, "You haven't answered my question…"

The Autobot leader had dealt with many things in his lifetime. But he considered himself lucky not to ever having dealt with a sparkling being cared for at any base that would bring in random creatures… That was until now.

"What is involved in caring for a creature like this?" he asked.

Cat shrugged, "I've never taken care of a dog before."

Will smiled warmly. Cat may have been an adult, but she was learning about adapting to her caring, human nature one day at a time, as if she were still a mere child. He almost couldn't wait for his own daughter to be old enough to bring home all the animals that he knew she would… Then again, he shuddered at the idea of his house turning into a smaller version of Noah's Ark…

"It's really very simple to take care of a dog, Optimus. All it needs is a bit of training, and to be kept up to date on it's shots," Will answered.

Optimus looked down to Cat, who was looking straight up at him, her dirt-smeared face giving him the "hopeful" look. Under the circumstances, he didn't find it unreasonable that the animal stuck around, so long as Cat was taking full responsibility for it's care.

"I suppose there's no reason why you can't keep it here, as long as it doesn't disturb anyone," the leader decided.

Cat smiled weakly and said, "Thanks! I'll keep him out of the way, I promise."

"That's if it survives the night," the voice of reason (Ratchet) approached with a human medic walking behind him.

Cat frowned at his statement, but carefully picked the animal up in her arms and walked to Ratchet's awaiting palm, so that she could be brought down to the ground level. The human medic looked over the dog carefully.

"Yeah, I think we can get it some fluids and see if that doesn't help it any," he gently took the animal from Cat and walked off to the smaller infirmary.

Cat was about to follow him when she was stopped after being grabbed by the back of her shirt. She looked behind her to see that she was being given "the look".

"What'd I do now?" she asked as Ratchet relented on his hold of her shirt.

"The animal can wait. Why are you so filthy?" the medic asked.

"I -uh.." she searched her mind for the "official" answer.

"Yeah, you kind of look like you've been rolling around in the dirt," Lennox added.

"I… I was stuck in a sandstorm on the way to get the bike. I couldn't find the proper shelter before I was covered in dirt and sand," she answered. It wasn't a lie, she really was caught in a sandstorm.

"I see," she turned at Optimus's voice, "Did you encounter any other problems while going on this little away mission?"

Cat knew that if she had looked just the slightest bit uneasy, any lie that came out of her mouth would immediately be dismissed. So her mind went to the quick, and easy answer.

"Nope… No problems except the storm."

A short silence befell the group before Ratchet sighed and said, "All right Catherine. I believe you would benefit from a good cleansing, as well as some extra rest. You may as well return to your own quarters. I'll let you know when and if the dog pulls through."

Cat looked suspiciously around at the other three and then replied, "Thanks," before cautiously leaving the med bay to head for her own room.

Will looked up to the two mechs and said, "Hey listen, I don't know too much about your kind and your training, but I've been Captain of a special ops team long enough to know when someone is-"

"Lying. Yes, the thought had crossed our CPU's as well," Optimus replied, "But unless Catherine wishes to tell us what's on her mind, we have no proof that she's done anything wrong. When she wants to tell us what the matter is, then she'll tell us."

"In the meantime," Ratchet started, "I think I'd like to get a look at this basement training facility myself."

Optimus nodded, "As do I. Would you like to accompany us, William?"

"Sure," the Captain followed the two mechs out of the med bay.

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Cat had quickly made her way back to her apartment, and the first order of business was a hot shower. She stood as still as a statue as she watched the sand swirl down the drain. Both of her hands were propped against the wall of the shower as her body leaned into them, her head sunk with her eyes boring holes into the floor of the shower. The near scalding water usually soothed her aching muscles, but her mind was too far elsewhere to allow her body to relax.

-I can't be turning into Five… I'm not anything like her…- she scolded herself.

Images of the burly man that she was choking, gasping for air, face turning red assaulted her mind. She couldn't get over the feeling of exhilaration. She couldn't believe how elated she felt as she was on the verge of killing a harmless human.

-No… No, I'm not Five! That guy deserved it! He would've killed me if I hadn't of set him straight!- She tried so hard to justify what she had done.

-What if I keep this up? What if I get mad at every stupid thing someone does?… Or worse yet… Will it still be safe for Sam and Mikaela to be around me?…- her eyes clenched shut tightly - No… I'm stronger than that…I'm stronger than that… I'm stronger than HER!-

Cat reeled back her right arm and punched into the wall of the shower in a fit of rage. She pulled back the mechanical arm slowly, surveying the damage. The white tiles were cracked, leaving a nice indentation in the wall.

Cat sighed, "Yet another thing to add to the list of 'things to fix'… Oh well, it'll keep me busy…"

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A few minutes later, Cat had dressed into a pair o warm, fleece, blue pajamas that Mikaela had helped her pick out before leaving Tranquility. It was only near noon, but she figured that if the medic could help it, she wouldn't be leaving her room until he was satisfied that she was back to one hundred percent.

Cat sat down on her couch and grabbed the remote to her plasma screen television, turning it on and flipping through the channels absentmindedly. She found some random cartoons and decided to stick with it, grabbing the nearby pillows and sprawling out on the couch.

It wasn't long before Cat's mind, which was racing practically at a thousand miles per hour, began to slow down just long enough for the girl to fall into a light nap.

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Will, Optimus and Ratchet had asked around as to which way this secret training facility could possibly be. However, there were very few who knew of it's existence. It had taken them a few minutes to upload the blueprints of the facility, but they finally had made their way down to it.

"Wow, it's so dark in here," Will commented, "Where's the light switch in this place?" his voice seemed to echo oddly enough.

"I imagine that the only one who used this area was Catherine, so I highly doubt that anyone else is down here. Therefore, there's no use is having it lit up all the time," Ratchet responded, using his night vision to quickly locate a large switch just a few feet away from the door.

Pulling the large lever of a switch up, the room suddenly sparked into bright lighting. Several sets of the overhead bulbs turning on, one at a time. Will's jaw nearly dropped to the ground as he took in what kind of room he was actually in.

The room, itself, was as large as a football stadium. The ceilings were tall, and floors were glossy gray concrete. The walls were brick, but they were painted white, although there were several spots along the walls that had indents, cracks, and slash marks. It was obvious what this room was used for, even if Cat hadn't told them, there was no doubt that there were many battles here.

Optimus looked around, trying to locate that machinery used for the holo matter projections. His gaze finally found a room located at the top of the eastern wall. It was tall enough for him to just break out the glass and reach in, but he didn't want to cause damage if he didn't have to.

"Will," the leader looked down to their human friend, "Would you mind finding the way up to that room, over there, and gathering the projectors for us? We would, but it's too small for us to fit into."

Will looked over to the room, and noticed that Optimus was right. It was only about the size of a movie projection booth, so there was no way a mech could squeeze in there.

"Yeah, sure," he smirked and walked to the other end of the large room, finding a metal door that opened easily.

Without knowing he was doing it, Ratchet growled a little under his vocalizer's normal tone. Optimus looked to the medic.

"What do you make of this place?" the leader asked.

"I almost couldn't fathom the idea of humans torturing children in a place such as this… But I suppose that Catherine is the proof all in herself… Disgusting…" Ratchet snarled.

Optimus nodded, "It's a shame that we could not do more to save the other six children… Cat was so very lucky to escape when she did."

"Yes, but as you saw, the distasteful torturing of training that she was put through has been etched into her mind. She believes that harming herself is the only way to be a more efficient fighter," the medic seethed.

"Well that's where we come in, old friend. We can teach her to overcome her old habits," Optimus assured the CMO.

"I'm not so sure. She's, as some of the humans say, as stubborn as a mule," the medic muttered.

"Yes, but so are we," Optimus replied with a slight chuckle.

It was only a minute before they saw that Lennox had found the right path up to the booth, and was looking around the small room carefully.

Will was looking around before noticing the large, overhead projector. It was very large, flat, and square. It was attached to the ceiling by several half inch diameter bolts, and the giant lens of the machine protruded from the glass of the booth. It was obvious that it was going to take effort by several people, so there was no way that he was just going to pull it off with his bare hands. He continued looking around the room, noticing five computer monitors, and two, large, server-looking computers to the right of the room. To the left of the room there were several shelves, completely full of old VHS tapes. He, suddenly, heard the loud reverberations of a familiar mech's voice from outside of the room. Looking up Will saw Optimus and Ratchet looking into the room, as if waiting for confirmation.

Looking back to the desks where the computer monitors were, Will noticed a microphone headset, and a small switch, which was in the 'off' position. He put the headset on and flipped the switch.

"Can you hear me?" Will asked, the overhead speaker system boomed through the stadium-sized room, getting a couple of nods out of the mechs.

"The projector needs special tools and handling to get it down, I'm afraid I can't do it alone," as he was talking he was looking over the shelving of tapes, one of which caught his eye for some reason.

"We'll probably have to have some of the human technicians take it down for us then," Ratchet commented, "Anything else of interest?"

Will could hear the mech's voices loud and clear, and decided that the intercom was a two way system. He took the tape from the top left shelf and looked it over. The title, which was written on the top of the tape, was "Project Seven's basic training".

"Yeah, I think there is something up here of interest…" he replied.

Looking around the room, Will saw a small television with a VCR player attachment. He stopped to consider what it was that he was about to watch, but continued with the task. Placing the tape in the VCR player and turning on the small television, Will watched the tape, and as he did, his eyes grew wide in shock and terror.

"Is something the matter, Will?" Optimus asked.

"Oh my god…" was the only reply.

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Chapter Teaser!

-Seven..- Cat's eyes widened.

"No way…" she stood up straight and looked around.

-Seven… Come to me Seven…- It was definitely her… It was Five.

Cat didn't care how or why all of this was happening. All she cared about was that she would be reunited with her sister. And for some reason she didn't even need to ask questions. She knew exactly where to go this time.