"My next guest is a former American intelligence operative who has dared to speak out regarding our alleged military alliance with what many describe as a group of extra-terrestrial mercenaries. He is the author of the bestselling book, Code-Name Hero. Former special agent, Seymour Simmons."
Another week later, Braedey, Ravage, and Bumblebee were now currently watching the morning program of Bill O'Reilly's TV show, watching it on a large 105" HDTV screen on the wall, and on both sides of the screen were Bill O'Reilly and Seymour Simmons, the latter right now in possibly his new mansion home outside of Chicago.
"Hey, there's the big-headed bozo." Wheelie muttered, just as Braedey hushes him.
"Bill. Big fan. Great to be here." Simmons answered.
"Now, Agent Simmons, you would have us believe that it is in our best interest to formally take sides in this so-called alien civil war?" Bill asked. Braedey remembered this TV show, and Bill O'Reilly had a bad habit of ambush journalism, making his guest look terrible on live TV.
"Well, the other side wanted to spank us for breakfast, so I wouldn't exactly call it a toss-up. These Decepticons are lethal." Simmons explained.
"But polls show half the world would feel safer with the Autobots completely gone. Get them out of here! We don't need them here!" Bill shouted, and Braedey glared at his face.
"I feel safer when I sleep with a hand grenade. Doesn't mean I'm always right." Simmons stated calmly.
"Now, agent, here at 'The Factor', we have obtained documents that show you were fired by the intelligence committee." Bill said, as an old man shuffled around the edges of Simmons shot.
"Downsized, Bill. Budget cuts." Simmons lied, and he shooed the old man away when he walked across the camera.
"Your psych evaluation reports, severe delusional tendencies!" Bill continued.
"This is ambush journalism." Simmons growled, and Braedey smirked at the TV.
"Look, I'm not-" Bill tried to explain, but Simmons interrupted him.
"You want the truth about the alien alliance? Buy my book! Buy my book! Before it's too late, people! You want a piece of me, Bill? You want to get naked? I'm ready!" Simmons shouted, and Ravage glanced up at Bumblebee when he heard his electrical chuckle.
"Wow." Braedey said.
"Interview is over! You, out-of-my-house!" Simmons shouted, and the three of them turned their attention back to the TV.
"You're sounding like a pinhead, agent. And I've got a suggestion for you-" Bill said, and he waited for dramatic appeal.
"It's over! Understand?!" Simmons shouted, before Bill finished his sentence.
"Damage control." Bill said simply.
"Well, that interview ended quickly." Braedey stated, now turning off the TV.
"DUTCH!"
Simmons' assistant, Dutch, then walked out. "You have obviously upset Mr. Simmons! You have 23 seconds to leave the property. I have called the police! You are peasant people, throwing rocks at a giant!"
Simmons stood up from his seat and straightens his coat. "What's up next? What do we got?"
Dutch pulls out his pad. "We have book signing Midtown, noon. Then we pitch your reality show to the Discovery Channel. Oh, and I have this Martin who keeps calling me."
"The AllSpark? Braedey? What does he want?" Dutch then hands Simmons a phone. "Braedey? What's up?"
"Finally! Simmons, we've got ourselves a Code Red. I repeat: Code Red. The Decepticons are back. And I need your help." Braedey informed.
"They're back?" Simmons breathed out. "Well, that's good for business."
"Simmons, what if I were to tell you that I know a 50-year-old alien secret during the Space Race that not you don't even know about?" Braedey now asked.
"Do not tempt my addiction." Simmons says. "I have gone through withdrawal, kid." He then stopped as he thought for a moment, then he looks to his assistant. "Dutch, is this line secure?"
"No." Dutch answered, then he opens a computer-briefcase and then taps into the phone line.
"Don't take the risk." Simmons muttered to himself. "I'm rich, why should I? Do not relapse. I won't. Do not let the demons win."
Dutch then nodded as he got a secure line. "Got it." He hands Simmons an earpiece.
"What kind of... secret?" Simmons now asked.
"Apollo. Dark side of the moon. Aliens. Cover-up. Future tech. Assassinations. That kind of stuff." Braedey answered back. "You in or out?"
Simmons gasped in excitement. "Apollo. Dutch!"
About a few hours later, Braedey now stood by the freight elevator to wait for Simmons to arrive. As he waited, he heard the elevator start to rise up, and he opened the door to the freight elevator to see Simmons and Dutch, both wearing sunglasses with Bumblebee alongside.
"Simmons." Braedey acknowledged.
"Tell Megatron, let's tango." Simmons stated as they enter the apartment, Bumblebee revving his engine.
Somewhere in the outskirts far from the city and out in the open countryside, Sentinel and Optimus Prime were out on a drive, Sentinel having taking the vehicle mode of a Rosenbauer Panther 6x6 airport fire truck.
Once they stopped at an open plain, Sentinel now transformed into robot mode. He looks to stand 37ft tall, roughly the same height as Optimus, has a crimson colour to his armour, with protrusions behind his shoulders and two strap-like pieces forged of metal, while having large rubber wheels and sharp-angled windscreen pieces around his form, with an almost like beard feature hanging from his chin, almost like metal dreadlocks, and his helm looking like Optimus', only in red. He looks wise and formidable.
Sentinel looks at the mountains and sun in the distance, seeing the majesty and tranquility of them. "So majestic and peaceful, this planet. Unlike the final days of Cybertron." He mused to himself.
Optimus now stepped forward. "I've wondered what might've been, if you had fought the final battle instead of me." He said to his mentor.
Sentinel turned to him and smiled. "Never mourn the past, young warrior. Thanks to you, our race survives."
Optimus then knelt down and he took out the Matrix, holding it out to his former leader. "You were our leader, Sentinel. It is your right to lead us again."
Sentinel took the Matrix for moment before shaking his head. "In a world I do not know, I am no longer your teacher, Optimus. You are mine." Sentinel hands it back to Optimus. "Tell me, old friend, what is your relationship to the human boy?" He now asked him.
Optimus now puts the Matrix back inside his chest and stood to full height. "Braedey is a wise young man. He is no longer a child. He has grown strong and independent with each passing day. He even considers me like a father to him, and if I am to be honest, he has been that of a son to me."
Sentinel puts his hand on Optimus's shoulder. "You should be proud."
Optimus nodded back to him. "I am."
Back in Braedey's apartment, Bee crouched down on the ground. The Autobots was watching the humans, as they scurried around the lounge room. Dutch was on his computer, Braedey was pacing, and Simmons was pinning pictures of deceased astronauts to the wall. Ravage even handed some papers to Dutch, the cyber-sleuth extraordinaire thanking him for his assist.
"You've got to break this case down. What we have here is an astronaut epidemic," Simmons explained, as he stuck another astronauts picture to the wall. "MIA. Dead. Died in a car accident. Killed. DOA. Car death." Simmons explained, and he pointed at a different astronauts picture for each cause of death before continuing. "It's like these guys can't drive. They can fly into outer space, but they can't drive a car." Simmons ranted.
Braedey now heard a knock on the door. He goes over, and opened it to see Bruce Brazos standing there. "Here's the information you required regarding Wang, per your cousin's request."
"Thank you, Bruce." Braedey tried to shut the door, but Brazos stops it with his foot.
"Let me see, please right now. One time." Brazos begs.
Braedey looked over at Bumblebee then back at Brazos. "You tell anyone, you get a shot to the cerebral cortex. Don't even have to think about it. Kapish?"
Brazos nodded. "It'll be quick. I promise."
Braedey now lets Brazos in and sits down next to Simmons. Everybody, including Bee, stared at Bruce awkwardly as he gawked up openly at the two Autobots.
Braedey now looks at the file Brazos gave him. "Okay. Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter. It says NASA launched in 2009. This thing is saying that Wang messed with the system code in forensics, which prevents it from mapping the far side of the moon, which is also called the dark side." He informed to them.
Brazos looked up at Bumblebee and took off his glasses. "Fucking awesome." This got Bee's attention.
"They infiltrate us, intimidate us, coerce us to do their dirty work. And once they're done, kadoosh. A double-tap to the cerebellum." Simmons mused.
"So humans are working for the Decepticons." Braedey conceded.
"I don't think this is about the Decepticons looking for something on the moon." Simmons clarified to him. "I think it's about something they wanted to hide."
"Something they wanted to hide...?" Braedey's eyes widened. "Like how Wang tried to warn me but he got killed by Laserbeak, and Voshkod was assassinated after trying to tell us about what's in Chernobyl." He realised, cupping his chin in thought.
Brazos motions for Bee to come at him. "Come to Daddy. Come on, throwdown." Brazos playfully karate kicks in the air, making Bee bring down his battle mask.
"Did you eat a lot of paint chips when you were a kid?" Bee asked.
Simmons looks at Brazos with a weird look. "He's a freak."
Bee then activated his right cannon and makes Brazos fall, laughing as Bee presses his cannon against his chest. "I'm ticklish!" Brazos laughed.
Simmons rolled his eyes and turns his chair to face Brazos. "Sir! We are having a pretty high-level alien intel confab here that I don't think you're cleared for, errand boy."
Brazos cleared his throat. "Yeah, you're right."
Braedey now gestured to the door. "Bruce, please go."
Brazos shook Braedey's hand firmly. "Thank you so much for this. And-"
"Bruce. Please." Braedey said as Brazos leaves.
Brains now transforms from his laptop computer form into robot mode. "Hey, I'm smoking over here. Downloading missing Russian cosmonauts. Turns out the Soviets cancelled a manned mission to the moon." Brains revealed, and he jumped over to the printer, before transforming one of his hands into a USB stick. "The moon! In 1972. And two of their cosmonauts went into hiding in America. And I just found them alive!" Brains explained, and Braedey watched, a proud little smile on his face, as papers of information shot out of the printer.
"Excellent. If anyone can know, it's them." Braedey nodded.
"You're a genius, Brains." Wheelie praised.
Jasmine then enters the apartment and froze at what was going on. Bee looked up from the papers that he was reading, and his eyes landed on Jasmine standing in the doorway. In his moment of surprise, Bee unintentionally jumped up, knocking into the chandelier, and hitting the plaster, cracking it slightly, with his hard head, all the while, dropping his papers in the process.
"Oh, that was smooth, Bumblebee," Brains taunted.
Bee fell backwards, not steady on his feet, and he stared at the chandelier that was swinging back and forth, harshly tugging against it's chain, so, Bee being Bee, tried to be helpful, by steadying the swinging chandelier. In his attempt to reach out for the chandelier, Bee tripped over his own two feet, and while he didn't fall over, he accidentally tugged on the chandelier, pulling against the chain just enough that it was about to pull out from the cement of the roof. Bee flung his arms out, desperately attempting to catch the chandelier when it pulled free from the roof, but it bounced off his hands, and while he tried to grab it again, he missed and it fell to the ground, shattering into lots of little pieces.
"Missed it by... that much." Bee said. As he stood up slowly, the tips of his car door wings scratching against the roof, sending little bits of plaster to the floor, and his face armour moved down, covering his orbs in embarrassment.
Braedey smacked his forehead, then he looks at his wife, waving innocently. "Hey theeere..."
Jasmine crossed her arms. "Babe, what the hell is going on?"
"Honey, I can explain-" Jasmine ignored Braedey and walks upstairs. "Jasmine! Wait, honey! Please, let me explain."
Wheelie throws his hands up. "Great. We're homeless."
Simmons' jaw now dropped. "Wait, you two are married? Wow. Why in the hell wasn't I invited to the wedding?" Braedey rolled his eyes and heads upstairs after his wife. Simmons whistled. "Could've frisked her, Dutch."
"I have a girlfriend." Dutch defended himself.
"Really? What's her name?" Simmons asked, and everyone, human and Transformer alike, stared at him, awaiting his reply.
"India." Dutch hesitated, and everyone in the room started to grin at the obvious lie, no one more than Simmons, Shadow also barking as if he's laughing at Dutch.
Braedey now entered the bedroom and he watches as Jasmine change into a blue dress, albeit with some difficulty due to her figure. "Listen, honey, I'm sorry. I just-"
"You know we're supposed to be going to Dylan's party, remember?" Jasmine reminded him.
Braedey laughed half-heartedly. "Yeah, right. Like I'm going to Captain 'Hey Check Out My Photographic Life Of NASCAR And Pervertedness With A Soldier's Wife's Party'. Jasmine, I'm trying to save the world."
Jasmine finally managed to zip up her dress. "So the Autobots and your men can't handle it by themselves?" She asked sarcastically.
"No. I mean, yes! I mean- look, I am trying to keep Earth from becoming a world-wide crushing frenzy for the Decepticons, so we don't wind up being nothing but ants to their boots!" Braedey stated back to her.
Jasmine then puts on her high heels. "You know Braedey, fine. Be like that." With that, she then storms out of the bedroom.
Braedey's jaw dropped. "What the- what! Be like what?!" Braedey sprints down the stairs after her and he saw her with a brand new Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Gullwing sportscar. "Jasmine! Jasmine, stop!" Braedey grabs her, keeping her from entering her car. "Wait a minute! Where in the hell did you get this car?!" Jasmine glances down, Braedey gritting his teeth and seething. "Dylan."
Jasmine sighed. "Braedey, I'm gonna be late." She tries to open the car, but Braedey kept the door shut.
"Jasmine, please listen to me. This is my life." Braedey stated to her. "Protecting others from going through all the crap that we have already been through! I know I'm not invincible. But I am myself. And that's what the world needs me to be. I don't care what happens to me-"
"That's just it, Braedey!" Jasmine finally yells out, Braedey taken aback. "You don't care what happens to you! But I do! I just want you to be safe, for once! Away from war, away from fighting, away from almost having another near-death experience! I can't lose you again like I almost did in Egypt!"
Braedey now sighed deeply, gently holding her arms. "Jasmine, you are the only thing in my life that I love the most. But I have to do this. Not because I'm being forced to, or because I'm being ordered to... I'm doing it because it's the way I live. It's my life."
Jasmine just stared at him for a minute before tears form in her eyes. She then kissed him with full force. Braedey wrapped his arms around her and holds her close. Jasmine then shoves him away and gets in her car. "Be safe... Major." She then sped off, leaving Braedey to sigh in dismay.
Simmons then walked up and wrapped his arm around him. "The warrior's path is a solitary one. How the hell did she afford that car?" He asked.
"Her pervert of a boss." Braedey bluntly replied.
Simmons scoffed. "Rich bastards! I used to hate them. Now it's..."
Braedey looked down at his feet just as Sideswipe and Dino drive up behind them. "She now hates me."
"No she doesn't, kid." Simmons reassured him. "She just doesn't wanna lose you."
Braedey looked to Simmons, giving him a small nod, then he whistled out for Bee to come out. Bumblebee made his way down, transforming into vehicle mode and revs his engine to roll out.