A/N: Back for more? Oh, goodie! Enjoy!
At the Autobot base, Jazz and Prowl were greeted by Optimus and Ironhide. Jazz was just a bit quicker than Prowl in the getting information out routine this time. Before she had even transformed, she called, "Race Track has hit the planet!"
"Race Track, eh? I remember those idiots," Ironhide groused as he considered Jazz's statement. "Always causing problems with the neutral territories…" He glanced at Prowl accusingly, "led by your sister."
Prowl transformed and shoved the Solstice aside before she could transform, looking back at Optimus and gave Ironhide a look as well. He glared Jazz in slight irritation then said, "There's also another rather interesting Decepticon that arrived as well," making a point to ignore Ironhide's comment, "We may want to keep our guards up with this one."
And who would that Decepticon be?" Optimus asked, wondering where Prowl was going with his statement. Quite a few Decepticons were of interest to the Autobots. What had him a tad more worried was how vague Prowl had been when referring to this new Decepticon.
"Groundhog identified him as Sixshot," Prowl went on to explain. He watched Optimus stiffen at the name. All those who knew the name looked quickly over at Prowl as well as if for confirmation, to which he nodded. Looks turned to disbelief, others were concerned, some were scared, angry.
Sunstreaker, who had heard Jazz's announcement had come closer to hear about Sixshot as well. He'd known Sixshot existed as he'd run into him at one time with Sideswipe – they were both lucky to make it out alive.
Ironhide had surprise in his features, "You're serious?" he asked. That would have been the last name he would even think of. "I haven't heard that designation in a while. Personally, I thought he was long since dead," he stated.
"They didn't hesitate, and what I saw of him resembles our collected data." Prowl answered.
Lennox and Epps were sitting at the human sized table with Sam, also listening to the new developments. Bumblebee was sitting behind Sam, all of them curious as to what was going on with the new Decepticons. Bumblebee had heard of Sixshot, but he didn't join the debate on whether the mech existed or not.
"I think they're feeding you a line, Prowl. Sixshot doesn't even exist. His name was used to scare others by Megatron." Cliffjumper pointed out, "I and a few others did some research into that 'Con 'Sixshot'. There was no actual proof of his existence and there is no such thing as a six-changer."
Annoyed at the minibot's ignorance, Sunstreaker looked at Cliffjumper, growling, "You are stupid… and therefore wrong. Sixshot definitely exists."
Cliffjumper narrowed his optics at Sunstreaker, shooting back, "And what would you know Sunshine? You ever met the mech?"
Sunstreaker returned the look, "You could say that," he said as he stepped forward and poked Cliffjumper.
"Yeah right," Cliffjumper challenged, ignoring the warning. "And when did you meet him?"
Were others really that naive to believe Sixshot didn't exist even after they'd claimed the mech beat the slag out of them? Sideswipe stepped up next to his brother, watching the little argument with interest. Sunstreaker chose to ignore the question. It was none of his concern. "You need to back off, Minibot."
"Man, you'd think the way they spoke, that Sixshot is even worse than Soundwave," Epps shook his head as he spoke. How could anything be worse than the horror stories he'd heard about that character.
"Sixshot was said to be a very powerful mech," Jazz stated, walking up to them, "though I don' think there is anythin' worse than Soundwave,"
"Cliffjumper called him a six-changer? What's that?" Sam turned to the silver femme, having been listening to them about this debatable mech.
"He's like a triple-changer, only wit' three more alt modes ta choose from," Jazz replied cheekily.
"Well the triple-changers exist, right? Why wouldn't a six-changer?" Epps asked, curious.
"Sixshot was believed to be engineered and not born," Ironhide said as he walked up behind Jazz, "Supposedly, he was created for Megatron as a walking weapon. He was often considered uncontrollable and his processors were said to be cross-wired because he was engineered."
"Sounds like quite a character," Lennox said then shrugged, "Do you think he will be trouble?"
"Probably," Ironhide muttered lowly. The mere idea of having to face that mech was a tad scary.
"I wanna hear about Race Track." Sideswipe suddenly said, turning to Jazz. "You're talking about Barricade – er Runner's old team, right?" He got a mischievous look to his optic, one that Jazz recognized.
"I can already tell what ya thinkin'…" the silver femme commented with an unimpressed glance. "Don't even think about it,"
"What are you talking about? I already thought about it!" Sideswipe said with a wide grin. "Time for some fun, I'd say," He looked to Sunstreaker who grinned back at him and the yellow warrior transformed, Sideswipe following suit. The two got around all of the mechs and headed right out the door, tires squealing.
Not fast enough to catch them himself, Ironhide's voice bellowed from across the Autobot yard, "Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! Get back here! That's an order!" Both of the Lamborghinis ignored him, high tailing it as fast as their tires could carry them to go see the team for themselves.
Knowing they weren't coming back, the Weapon Specialist turned away, angry, "Younglings!" he growled with a fist.
"Aw, come on 'Hide," Jazz patted the mech on the shoulder as she passed him to follow the twins, "They're jus' havin' some fun! What's the worst that could happen?" Ironhide watched the femme transform, eyeing her with a scowl
"Jazz!" Ironhide grunted exasperatedly, "You'd ask that, wouldn't you? You're no better!" he then turned to his leader, saying, "Don't care if Jazz is a femme or not, she's not helping any. If anything, she's making things worse!" He growled and stomped off.
Optimus sighed at the shenanigans, but knew there was nothing he could really do to stop the three. "Prowl, Smokescreen," he called. Both perked at their names being called as if waiting for the opportunity, and he nodded. "Go with them. Make sure they don't blow a hole in the planet."
Prowl sighed as he headed for the door. "I knew this was going to start," he muttered. He'd just hoped it wouldn't have been so soon. His body folded down into his police SUV form as he considered dragging the twins back and shackling them to their quarters for the rest of eternity.
"If what Jazz said is true, that means that their leader is Barricade. Right?" Smokescreen asked, having only caught things here and there about Prowl's confusing history.
"Yup," Prowl answered.
"Well can't you step in, being her brother and all?"
"I usually do anyway. Whether anyone listens or not, is up to them," Prowl replied dryly, knowing well they would most likely not. "Let's go get them,"
He had transferred from an east coast college to this new one in Nevada. It offered more in the areas of what he wanted to learn. When he first arrived, he found someone already there. Apparently, a jock from a local high school was to be his roommate. He didn't get along with jocks all that well back home because he was one of the 'nerds', but he figured he would have to make things work if he was to continue his classes, so he would do what basically every geek does; try to ignore him.
Some claimed he was a Conspiracy Theorist; however, he felt he was dead on with the information he had gathered. He was on it in 2007, when it first happened. He had downloaded videos and pictures that were online before they were taken down or called a hoax. At the time, they were 'interesting'. After going over footage he'd gotten and after the research he'd done, he was convinced they were not faked. There actually were giant robots that could turn into every day vehicles.
Giant robots destroyed Mission City. And he would prove it, thus exposing the machines and who created them. He figured he was doing the country a favor, since terrorism came in many forms. Who would know some foreign rich jerk was building machines that could destroy a city?
So far, he had counted 11 different machines. Each one was easily hidden as they took on the form of vehicles – which was a huge shock to him since that kind of technology didn't exist as far as he knew. He was able to identify most of them. There was a black one that looked like a GMC Topkick; another was an offensive green or yellow Fire Emergency H2. There was also a silver Pontiac Solstice, a yellow Chevy Camaro and a flashy semi. There were other military vehicles as well, including a tank and a giant, what appeared to be, military helicopter. There was one machine, however, that looked like it belonged in a sci-fi flick. It was, by all accounts, huge, and had the strangest form; one he could not identify. For a moment, he wondered if it was an alien spaceship.
His roommate of only a couple of weeks stepped into the room, finding a picture of a girl on his computer screen. The young man slammed the door and narrowed his eyes as he got a better look at the girl. She looked awfully familiar. He growled, "What you got there?"
Quickly Leo flipped his laptop shut and turned to Trent, responding as he did so, "Nothing, ya know, just looking and stuff. YouTube is a cool place to get some awesome shit."
"Oh yeah? Wanna tell me what's going on?"
Leo shrugged, changing the subject, "I hear there's a party happening later on, know anything about it?"
Trent, irritated, wasn't about to let his roommate off that easy, "Tell me what you were looking at,"
"I dunno man, not sure you'd want in on this stuff, pretty boring," Leo dodged. He assumed Trent wanted in on what he was doing, not the fact he recognized the girl on the screen.
"Try me." Trent retorted.
Leo sighed, figuring the jock wouldn't leave him alone until he did show him. He turned back to his computer and lifted the screen once again, the picture coming right back. Leo quickly minimized the picture to open a video and he turned back to Trent with the laptop in his lap, "Watch,"
Trent first wanted to see the girl again. With annoyance he began watching a shaky video show bodies that were clearly not human, "What is this some sort of joke?" he asked with doubt.
"Oh no, watch this. This ain't no joke, man, this shit is real," Leo brought up a somewhat shaky video of a street. "This is Mission City in 2007."
Perhaps it was luck on how the camera was aimed. It had a full sweep of the street and far down the city. On the street, a black Topkick was speeding down it. This caught Trent's attention as he liked flashy cars and trucks and the Topkick was definitely flashy. His brows shot up as the truck began to break apart and something else took its place. Trent's eyes were wide as the machine moved, "No way…"
The robot on the screen leapt in the air in a flip and as it came down, what appeared to be its arms aimed down and blue and yellow shot from it, letting the machine itself not touch the ground until it disappeared off screen.
"Oh, yes way. You think that's some shit, check out this other one." Leo changed the video to another.
Trent continued to watch the videos, wondering what exactly the geek was showing him. He paused, however, when there was a clear shot of someone who appeared to be that Witwittle kid running with some square object before he was nearly trampled on by something with rather large bird-like legs. It was sliding down the opposite end of the road, sending cars flying. The video shook violently and blacked.
After a minute, Trent had decided that the kid on the screen was more than likely the nerd that had stolen his girlfriend. What interested him as well, were the legs that nearly trampled him, "What the fuck was that?"
"That's another robot," the dark haired man rewound the shot to a clearer one. Trent leaned down to get a better look at the silver machine's legs, and whom he figured to be Sam, dodging under cars as they were flipping over him.
Trent shook his head. "This can't be real,"
"They are very real. Trust me, you ain't seen anything yet, watch what it does." He opened a different video, this time one from above on almost the same action. "This is some awesome stuff, I tell you."
On the screen, it showed the thing that had nearly trampled Sam shoot at the other robots and jumping into the air. What happened next shocked Trent; That thing turned into a jet and took off from a dead stand still. "Did… did that thing just turn into a jet?" Trent asked with raised brows.
"Yup, A Lockheed Martin F-22 Raptor, actually," Leo replied, "I downloaded footage before it all mysteriously disappeared. This is some deep shit, man. I have some other pictures and videos too that would blow your mind."
"Where was this taken, again?" It had to be a hoax. Giant robots just did not exist, and if this were real, everyone would have known about it!
"That was Mission City, man." the dark haired man turned in his seat and folded his hands.
"No," Trent answered with a scoff. "Terrorists bombed it. There's no way that giant robots did that."
"Yeah, well that's what they're telling people," Leo nodded back to the computer, which was still playing another video, "What I have here is what really happened in Mission City. People call me crazy, but I got it all figured out."
"Giant robots fighting? It kind of reminds me of Mech Warrior." Trent went to shrug it off.
"Yeah, they had some inside help I guess," Leo pulled up the picture he'd had up earlier, one with the behind the wheel of a tow truck, towing a yellow robot, which appeared to be missing a leg.
Trent stared at the picture, "That looks like Mikaela."
"You know that girl?" Leo asked with raised brows. When Trent nodded, Leo laughed, "Aw man, that's so awesome! She's obviously involved somehow. Talk about a small world. Do you know anything about her?"
Trent tongued his cheek, "Yeah," He was now very interested in what information Leo looking through all of the evidence that Leo had and discussing what he had found out, Trent had come to a decision that Mikaela knew about the robots and Miles probably did too. It would explain that strange Mustang he'd seen her driving – if it was a Mustang at all. Yes, this sci-fi geek was definitely onto something.
He hardly ever saw Sam, so he didn't care to question him, but he had been seeing Mikaela a lot with that black prow and figured he could corner her and get answers from her. If he let her know that he was onto her secret, she might be more 'persuaded' to accept him the way he wanted. He just had to find the right time.
For the next few days, he went cruising through places that he knew Mikaela and Miles frequented. In hopes of finding Mikaela, he happened to run into Miles instead, who was at the time, at a store off Boulder Highway somewhere. If he couldn't corner Mikaela, he could corner the loser she was dating, figuring he probably knew just as much.
Trent watched Miles disappear and while waiting in his Hummer, he stared at the blue Nissan Skyline GT-R that Miles had taken to the store. The car was a darker blue than his H2 and almost enchanting. It had 18" custom chrome wheels with a few spokes and low profile tires. On the back, the 'GT-R' under the spoiler caught him off guard. Instead of a dash between the letters, there was some kind of cryptic face. He figured it was customized and someone had a lot of time on their hands. He idly wondered who owned it.
While he gazed at the Nissan over the steering wheel, a voice interrupted his train of thought with questions. He continued to stare at the car as he discussed options and plans with Leo, who he had brought along. Only one option seemed like the best one.
When the blonde-haired kid exited the store, he got out of his truck and headed for him, stopping him before he got to his destination. "Having a good day?"
Miles could already tell they were up to no good and gave Trent a look before trying to walk by, not wanting to put up with him. It was painstakingly obvious that the jock was up to something because Trent never arbitrarily just asked how he was doing. "Listen man, I don't have time for this; I need to get going,"
Trent stopped him again, getting an irritated glance from Miles, "What's your hurry? Where you going?"
"Crazy," Miles answered with sarcasm. "And no, you aren't invited." He side stepped Trent again.
Trent followed him when he got to the car he had used to get him here – the very Nissan Skyline that had caught his attention. He looked down at the GT-R curiously, wondering what the face was between the letters. "This your car?" It never occurred to Trent or Leo that this Skyline might be one of those machines since it didn't look like any of them from the videos.
"Nope," Miles answered honestly, "I own a jet, I just can't be taking it into town, ya know? Don't think the public would approve."
"Think you're a smartass, don't ya? So, eh, where's Mikaela at?"
"Bet she's somewhere on Earth," Miles replied, moving toward the driver's side door. "Probably babysitting a bunch of crazy babies,"
Miles went to open the door and Trent slammed it shut, nearly catching his fingers. He scowled at Miles, "You already know I don't like you being around Mikaela. And now, I found out some information about her that I bet you know as well. If she knows that I know, she'll be forced to dump your sorry ass."
Miles hiked his brows and glanced at movement from the corner of his eye. The tire on the Skyline twitched; a clear indication that Breakdown was getting annoyed with having to play the every-day car thing with 'Screamer's human in danger, "Listen, you better leave before something really bad happens." Miles opened the door again and this time Trent made a move on him, to which he only sighed.
"Only thing bad I see happening is to you." He quickly grabbed Miles by the arm, yanking him away from the Skyline and held him back while looking up to his truck. "We're going for a ride and you're gonna tell me everything I want to know,"
"Well in that case, let's take this car," Miles pulled back, but Trent tightened his grip. "You'll know everything before the end of the ride." Need he say that they would find out in the worst possible way? Nah.
Leo, who was watching from the passenger side of the H2 the whole time, waited apprehensively for Trent to indicate he needed help. Trent looked over and nodded to him yelling, "Bring my truck!" Struggling to hold onto Miles, who was pulling and squirming in his grip, Trent swore he saw the car move forward slightly on its own, but didn't let up his grip, believing it was his imagination.
Leo hopped over the console and jumped in the driver's side. The Hummer pulled up behind the Skyline, in effect blocking it in.
In all the excitement, no one heard the growl coming from the Skyline, having being tuned out by the truck behind it. Well, Miles probably did hear it, but gave no indication he'd done so.
Trent pulled Miles roughly away from the Nissan and slammed him against his own truck, hoping to get a better grip on the squirmy dork, then winced at the dent he probably made. When he was certain he had a better grip, he picked Miles up by his shoulder and the blond lost his balance and fell. Miles, unsure of what to do at this very time and trying to keep Breakdown's cover, only tried to get free, though it was rather futile, since Trent was stronger. He had a constant eye on the Skyline, hoping he read his visual cues of not to do anything. He was fairly sure Trent wouldn't maim him or kill him.
Pretty much going along with this, he felt Trent push and shove him against the side of the truck. Not letting Trent know what he was doing was hurting him, when he was almost in, he turned and asked, "What the hell man?" He was a bit freaked out, never in a million years expecting Trent to attack him.
Trent wrestled him in all the way, following. He shut the door after he'd shoved Miles painfully into his back seat, nearly yelling, "Get us out of here! Hurry!"
Ignoring the two men for a moment, Miles looked out of the window to the Skyline, seeing it's panels shifting and, in hopes the Stunticon saw him, he shook his head violently, running his hand past his neck in a sign to stop. When Breakdown's body went back to a car, he knew he would follow.
Trent, who had since climbed into the passenger side front seat, saw the visual and shoved Miles again. "What the hell was that for? Who are you talking to out there?" he asked.
"No one," Miles lied.
The Hummer took off, leaving black marks in the pavement behind the Skyline. Breakdown watched them go as he prepared to follow, "Oh, 'Screamer, you are going to love this one." he laughed to himself before pulling out of his parking space and following the Hummer. "I love being a Decepticon! The fun never ends!" His windows went dark so no one could clearly see in as he began to follow.
While following, Breakdown hailed the Spread-link to let everyone know what was going on, "Hey 'Screamer you are never gonna believe this…" he said with a half chuckle. It was so unbelievable that he couldn't help but laugh, even if the situation was far from laughable. He knew the Seeker was gonna be pissed, but it was still amusing that the humans thought they were going to get away with what they'd done.
"What now," Starscream asked with annoyance.
"Miles, the human you chose as your pet… the blond…"
"Yeah, yeah, get on with it. What about Miles?" The silver Seeker growled.
"He's… well, he's been kidnapped." The Stunticon stated casually.
There was a long pause on the line, and Breakdown waited for the explosion that he knew was to come, "WHAT?"
"…Seriously?" Skywarp's confused voice rang.
"Please tell me you're kidding, right?" Thundercracker half laughed.
"Told you, you wouldn't believe it," Breakdown replied with a half chuckle, "Not to worry though, I'm following them."
"Who has him?" Starscream demanded angrily.
Breakdown knew without a doubt, the Seeker was livid. "It's that aft with the blue H2. He's got a friend with him this time, though. What do you want me to do?"
"That's Trent!" Mikaela's voice called over the line, "Breakdown, stop them!"
"Stay on course, I'm sending someone to assist," Starscream stated evenly as he glanced to Mikaela and waved someone over. Starscream's face contorted into anger. He was tolerant of a lot of things, but some things were stepping over the line for him. One of them was kidnapping a fellow Decepticon, more pointedly, the human he'd befriended. "Where are you now?"
"Boulder highway," Breakdown replied to Starscream and then addressed the hysterical girl, "Lemme see where they're going, I'm monitoring Miles' vitals, and he seems a little shaken up, but otherwise fine."
Starscream turned to Barricade, the one he knew was fastest on the ground. "Stop them, I don't care what it takes," he ordered. Barricade was already standing at the ready since those humans were messing with her pet's mate. The femme instantly transformed. Mikaela having already decided she was going with whomever Starscream sent, rushed to the door of the Mustang, hearing the pissed Seeker order with an even tone, "On second thought… Bring them here… Alive."
"No promises that I don't kill them first." Barricade warned darkly as she moved toward the door.
Blacklight bound from the table he was sitting on to join Barricade, but Starscream grabbed him, "Stay. It's too delicate for you."
"I want them here alive, Barricade." The young leader said sternly just as Barricade left. He stormed toward the door after her, watching his mate become nothing but a billow of dust as he considered how many different ways he was going to maim those insects for touching his human. How dare they take his pet. How fucking dare they…
Starscream seethed as he awaited further information. Thundercracker and Skywarp both approached him from behind, feeling his anger down their link. He looked over his shoulder at them admitting, "Dealing with the humans of this planet is becoming difficult."
Speeding down the highway, Miles was unsure as to what the hell was going on. He was sore, for sure, but he was even more confused as to why Trent would do this to him. Just what the hell was he up to?
He quickly looked back to see Breakdown following a few cars back, "Shit, 'Down, get back…" he cursed under his breath, realizing the Stunticon could be exposed. "What the hell, man?" he called, still catching his breath. "What the hell is wrong with you guys? You know it's illegal to kidnap people?"
"You know it's illegal to assist terrorists?" Trent retorted as he looked back. He stilled when he saw the same blue Skyline was a few cars back and getting closer. He stared at it, as it for a second there, appeared to have no driver, but it could have been the sun. "Seems we have a tail," He looked over at Miles, "I thought you were alone…"
Miles turned back to Trent, "What? Terrorists?" he asked confusedly. Was he talking about the Cybertronians? How would he know anything about them? "They aren't bothering a fucking soul." He then sat and thought about it a moment before stating with a half-shrug, "Well I guess they could be if they wanted to be,"
Leo looked in the rear view mirror at Miles, not even really listening to his words. Adrenaline had him somewhat happy he'd gotten so close to someone who actually knew about the robots. "You and your friends are going down, asshole,"
"You think so?" Miles almost laughed at their ignorance. He stayed relatively calm, still not quite sure how to take either of the two buffoons in the front. "You know, you guys are making a ginormous mistake," he said, turning to look at the blue car still behind them.
"No, the only mistake I made was being ignorant to your girlfriend and her… friends."
Miles scrunched up his face at them. "What the hell are you talking about?" he asked.
"We are going somewhere secluded and you are going to tell me all about Mikaela and those giant machines. And who controls them." Trent answered.
Miles raised both eyebrows in disbelief, wondering where he had come up with the idea that someone controlled them. He looked over at the driver, "I take it you're in on this too, then?"
Leo looked in the rear view mirror again, "I have videos of your girl helping the machines. Who built them?"
"Huh? What things?" Miles asked. Deep down he was snickering. He could play stupid very easily.
"The ones that change into Topkicks and jets,"
Miles leaned back into his seat, folding his arms. This was going to be fun as hell. "Oh those 'things'? Well, speaking of those 'things'… Let's just say that secluded is the last place you'll want to be," he warned, looking back at Breakdown who was now being obvious to following them.
"Is that a threat?" Trent asked, stealing a glance to the blue car still following them.
"Your best bet would be to stop and let me out right now and pretend this never happened. You just might live."
"Mighty big threats coming from a half-pint like you," Trent laughed, "I could snap your neck like a twig."
"Oh, it isn't me you have to worry about… it's those 'things'," he said, thumbing to the Skyline behind the Hummer with a sneer.
"What, you have a friend following you?"
"You could say that." Miles almost laughed with a nod. "You wanted trouble with them, you got it, dude. Just don't say I didn't warn you about dropping it."
Barricade and Mikaela were closing in. Mikaela was worried for Miles, pressing the femme on, not that she really needed it. "I have your location, I will be there in a few breems. Don't do anything stupid!" the femmewarned to Breakdown while en route, her lights going and sirens blaring. Mikaela held on tight as the Mustang shot by cars that pulled over and swerved around others that didn't, going at speeds that made her decide that if Barricade had wings, they'd been airborne a long time ago.
Mikaela rubbed her forehead with a little confusion, "This is crazy. What the hell is wrong with him?"
"He's human… 'Nuff said." Barricade replied.
Within a few minutes, Barricade saw a dust trail in the distance and Breakdown's tail lights. She moved faster, the bumps in the road making Mikaela ill. Closing the gap quickly, she made sure she was seen.
"I bet 'Screamer can come out to where these idiots seem to be headed. Obviously, they don't know what they're dealing with. I vote we show 'em!" Breakdown called, speeding up behind the Hummer until he was nearly bumper to bumper.
Trent looked into the side-rear view mirror to see the obvious signs of the Skyline coming up fast on them, "Shit!" he growled. "Those cars can't take the desert, turn off," he pointed and Leo did just that, hitting bumps and brambles as he did so. The truck bounced and vibrated over terrain, causing Leo to have to slow down lest he lose control.
Trent was pissed his truck was seeing such dirt and rocks, as he wasn't expecting to have to literally go through the desert, but he figured it could be fixed.
The jock got a hold of his seat and looked back, seeing both of the cars coming in on them fast, "Man, they're still following us! How the hell is that possible?"
Leo looked in his mirrors, a Mustang police car they hadn't seen before was somehow getting closer. Trent watched the cop car, recognizing it immediately as the car that he'd seen Mikaela with a few times. He'd even seen it parked at her house a time or two. He then smirked, figuring Mikaela was probably in said Mustang. "Naw, man, it's not the cops, its Mikaela. I've seen that car before." he said with a smug grin. "Maybe her dad's cruiser."
Miles watched the smug grin wondering how quickly it would disappear once he saw the real police car.
The young Decepticon leader didn't look away from the hills that seemed to have all of his attention. He would have gone himself, but he had his triplets recharging in his holds. "I want aerial there to assist if needed," he stated to the two who were standing beside him. He was doing his best to keep his temper under control.
"I'll go," Acid Rain said as he approached, hearing Starscream. He needed to get out and stretch his wings anyway and what better reason than going to help out a little.
"Fine," Starscream said with a nod, still not looking at anyone as he spoke, "Skywarp, go with him. He doesn't have enough experience with humans yet."
Skywarp nodded, not questioning his Trine-mate's choice. Personally, he was hoping he'd get to do something to the idiots that took Miles. He made his way to the door with the green Seeker and both were soon nothing but a speck in the sky.
Starscream watched, all the while deciding what to do about the situation. At the moment, he couldn't promise what he would or would not do to them. He kind of figured that the human Mikaela referred to as 'Trent' might be a problem further down the road. He really hadn't expected this turn of events, however.
In the middle of the Mohave Desert, far away from any signs of civilization, the blue Hummer was violently attacked by a silent but effective weapon. Its engine suddenly went dead – along with any electronics in it. Leo tried to control the vehicle now that it had no power, holding tight to the wheel as he stood on the brakes. The truck came to a sliding stop, throwing everyone forward. Now worried, he righted himself and quickly tried to turn the engine over, only to get no response whatsoever, "What the hell is going on? Why isn't it starting?"
No longer thinking he needed to hide what was inevitably going to be shown, Miles saw no reason to keep things from them. "They call him Breakdown for a reason." Miles stated cryptically. He then scowled, getting more pissed that they were being so stupid. "Now lemme out before they kill you."
"You didn't tell me they could do shit like this," Trent said evenly to Leo, watching the Skyline pull up next to them while the Mustang pulled up in front. Mikaela was scowling at the two and
Miles only smirked from his seat when he saw them, "Not only have you pissed off their leader, but you've got Hell on Wheels to deal with,"
Trent idly wondered who Miles was referring to, as he didn't see Mikaela as the 'Hell on Wheels' type. He watched Mikaela quickly open the door to the Mustang and stand up. "Trent, what the hell are you thinking?" she yelled angrily. Then again, he could have been mistaken.
Trent furrowed his brows at Mikaela, wondering where she came off talking like that. "Just what the fuck is wrong with you?" he retorted, opening his door. He jumped down, barely seeing the door to the Mustang close on its own, but his mind was on the girl, "Thought you'd get away with helping terrorists, huh? Thought you'd never be found out, did you?"
Mikaela stopped a second and raised her brows in surprise. Well that was the last thing she was expecting to come from him. "What…?" She couldn't help but be a little confused over his accusation, "Helping terrorists?"
"You hear that, Barricade? We're terrorists!" Breakdown called. His voice got the attention of Trent and Leo, who whipped around to look at the obviously empty Skyline.
There was a venomous growl from the Mustang before it started to transform. A strange metallic sound gave Trent chills as it caught his attention. "Time to live up to that accusation," they heard the Mustang say.
Both of their eyes went wide as the Mustang snapped and slammed, metal shifting and moving, while other panels began rearranging and it took on a totally different look, similar to what Leo was showing him on the videos. "I told you man, I fucking told you!" Leo called from inside the truck. "Look at that shit!"
Mikaela stood beside the black machine as the red optics of the monster glared darkly at Trent. He went to move and it fiegned a move at him, making him jerk to a stop. Every time he moved, the robot followed him as if daring him to try it.
"She specializes in chasing and hunting," Mikaela told him with a wink, "I wouldn't move too fast if I were you."
Trent gawked at the robot, speechless while Leo only stared dumbly at the obviously very pissed off machine from inside the H2, wondering what was going to happen. "We are in so much trouble…"
Hope ya had some fun! I sure did. Though I bet the Jock and Leo, not so much ;)
Until next time!