Later on, Braedey and Simmons were sitting in the back of Simmons' car, a white Maybach, with Dutch at the wheel. Bumblebee, Dino, and Sideswipe were driving right alongside them like an escort. Elita-One is also alongside them to assist on the escort.
"Going to a gig on the hunt for two Russian cosmonauts." Simmons said to Braedey. "Nothing like driving in a Maybach, huh? Germans know how to make cars, let me tell you." Braedey couldn't help but nod back in agreement.
After an hour of driving or so, Dutch and the Autobots pull over across the street from a dark building. Simmons then took out a set of binoculars as Braedey stare out. Very few people were on the street, but they all looked like people who were going about their normal activities, not people who were hiding.
"My Dutchman, former NSA cybersleuth extraordinaire, tracked them down... here." Simmons muttered as he looked through a pair of binoculars for any signs of the Russians they were searching for.
Dutch sat in the driver's seat, occasionally typing on his computer next to him as the monitor showed two pictures of the two cosmonauts. One is named Dimitri, and the other named Yuri. He wore headphones and looked through military grade binoculars that were directed at the people walking across the way.
"So, these cosmonauts went into hiding in America. But the question is why?" Braedey wondered.
"Bingo. I got a match." Dutch chimed, and the four of them turned to look at where he was pointing, to see a small group of two men with a provocatively dressed woman. Those must be the two cosmonauts from the pictures on the computer.
"You're a German Shepherd, Dutch." Simmons smirked, and the three boys climbed out of the car. He then takes out a briefcase with weapons in it and grabbed a pistol. "The thing about Russians..." Simmons then cocks his pistol. "They never like to talk. It's gonna take a little of the 'international language'."
Braedey has on his military uniform and puts his rifle on his back. He then follows Simmons and Dutch into the building where Simmons knocks on the metal door. The eye hatch of the door slides open.
"Dasvidaniya." Simmons spoke in Russian.
"That means 'good-bye'." The guard said back.
Simmons grunted to himself, then he knocked on the door again and then hands the guard a wad of money. The door now opens, allowing the three to enter the room.
The group trailed after Simmons, who's walking with a confident bounce in his step, as he now led his friends down the narrow hallway. The group now stopped momentarily as Simmons pulled back the silk fabric that acted as a door, revealing the large room to the group.
Braedey resisted the pungent stench of alcohol, cigar smoke, body odour, sex, and something else that smelled remarkably illegal smacked him in the face, and wafted up his nostrils. He flinched at the overpowering smell, cursing the fact as half an Autobot, his senses are slightly heightened, meaning he could smell the stench clearer than his human friends. He followed the group into the large room.
The room was dimly lit, but the dim lighting did nothing to limit his sight, and he observed the room with ease. It was large, the floors were chestnut wood, as were the walls, and the long bar. The bar stretched down the length of the room, littered with empty and full glasses of foul smelling liquid, and Braedey noticed that most of the population, the less classy looking ones, flocked to the bar like water in a desert. The rest of the population, the classier looking ones, were set up in booths that were built on the other side of the room, opposite the bar.. The other, was a short ways away from the classy people booths, but Braedey noticed it didn't have the dim source of light pooling out from the cracks, like most other exits, including the one on the opposite side of the room, so Katherine assumed that it was an entrance to another hallway. Braedey started following his group to the Russian astronaut that's sitting in a classy people booth with his entourage.
"Dutch, give me something tough." Simmons ordered, as they came to a halt in front of the Russian astronaut and his group.
"Ah ... B-Baryshnikov." Dutch said, as he flipped through his Russian language book.
"We do speak English." The astronaut, Dimitri, stated calmly and plainly.
"Take five, Dutch." Braedey said to Simmons' assistant.
"Dutch, you suck." Simmons said, and he walked away from his assistant.
"It's a Cyrillic... alphabet! It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator!" Dutch shouted, and the Russians laughed at his expense. "I don't suck." Dutch defended himself, but Simmons and Braedey paid him no mind as they sat down on a pair of wooden chairs, Dimitri on the other side of the table, facing them.
"Agent Seymour Simmons, Sector Eight, formerly Seven. And this is my comrade, Major Martin." Simmons introduced himself and Braedey with a smug smirk on his face as if he just solved the world's largest problem.
"If you don't mind us, we were hoping to ask you cosmonauts a couple of questions." Braedey asked to them.
"So what?" Dimitri asked, his tone rather defensive.
"It was supposedly rumoured that during the Space Race, you were to have travelled to the dark side of the moon." Braedey stated. He then leans forward, and he snapped his fingers. "Then just like that, the entire program got shut down in an instant."
"The question is, why?" Simmons asked, and poured himself a glass of whatever alcohol was on the table.
The cosmonaut's Russian woman turns to face Dimitri, and she said something very quickly in Russian. Dutch tried to translate the Russian ladies words to, "Can my child smoke in here?" The female bartender grimaced at Dutch, probably at his stupidity when it came to translating Russian, before she turned her attention to the beautiful Russian lady, and she shouted something back at her. Once again in Russian. The shouting match between the two woman stopped abruptly, but the tension in no means vanished, in fact, it grew. The beauty queen pulled a small handgun out of god knows where, and pushed it into the tip of Simmons' nose. The Russian lady's actions set off a chain reaction throughout the club. The bartender pulled out a large shotgun, and held it to Dutch's head, while one man came up from behind Braedey, one shoving Braedey into the bar, and holding a gun to his face.
'This just went South fast.' Braedey thought, all the while trying to focus on what Simmons is doing.
"Go ahead, shoot me." Simmons said, not a trace of fear in his words, or on his face. "I'm willing to die for my country. Are you?" He asked the Russian lady, and she yelled something at him in Russian. "Really?" Simmons chuckled, taunting her with the fact that he couldn't understand her. Braedey flinched at the women's shrill voice as she yelled something once more at Simmons, but he glanced at the bar when he heard the bartender yell something in Russian, but brushed it off, thinking she was warning Dutch not to move again since he had turned around to face the action. "You are beautiful. Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?" Simmons asked the Russian lady, who had pressed the barrel of the gun further into Simmons's nose. The lady shouted something at Simmons, but he smirked and turned to face Dimitri. "She's a beautiful woman." He smirked, before the bartender shouted something in Russian.
Braedey jumps when Dutch shouts out something, not a word, just a sound, before he spun around and wrenched the shotgun from the women's hand. The motion of the shotgun being forced from her hands, forced her to fall chest first into the bar, before Dutch backhanded her across the face, and then grab her elbow, easily flipping her onto her back, before she slid down off of the bar, unconscious. Dutch's actions forced Braedey's instincts to take over, and he ripped the gun away from him, threw it to the side, before spinning around and smashing his knee into his 'captive's' manhood, sending the man to the ground, gripping himself in pain.
"Holy-!" Braedey yelled out.
"Whoa! Hey!" Simmons shouted, and Braedey shook his head. Dutch spun around, shotgun in hand, and finger on trigger, pointing the barrel of the gun at one of the Russian men that attempted to sneak up on him. The man held his hand up in surrender, terror clear on his face, and Dutch slowly crouched down onto his knee, the Russian man copying his actions. "Dutch! Back in the cage." Simmons ordered his assistant that was panting heavily, and has a crazy glint in his eyes.
"Hyaaaaarh!" Dutch shouted, and he spun the shotgun around to point it at Simmons' area, while pointing a small handgun that he pulled out from god knows where at the man that tried to sneak up on him.
"Dutch! Hold, Dutch, hold!" Simmons shouted, his voice thick with a German accent, and while his body actions remained calm, you could see that he was frightened. "Dutch, schtop! Ich-ku-klav-kush-kash, schtop!" Simmons shouted, and the handgun fell from Dutch's hand, as a terrified and self loathing expression formed on his face.
"I'm so sorry... That is the old me." Dutch said, his voice quiet and frightened as he gestured to himself.
"Okay, let's everybody just calm down, let's lower the heat, lower the guns, let's relax. World War Two is over." Simmons said, and thankfully, the Russians obeying the command, lowering their guns, and allowing Braedey to stand up, cautiously.
"Okay, everybody stop. Alright? We just came here to get some answers. That's all. Not to reiterate any long term grudges." Braedey asked to them.
The two Cosmonauts then nodded to each other and gestured for them to follow. The group obliged and followed Dimitri and Yuri down a very long, dim, slightly wide hallway and into a dusty room filled with cobwebs. In the corner was a tall safe that looked as if it hadn't been touched for decades.
"You are about to see one of the biggest Soviet secrets." Dimitri revealed as he unlocked and opened the large safe.
Yuri held the door open for him to grab a large stack of files, and tossed a dusty red file onto a wooden table. Dimitri motioned to three seats of the table and Braedey sat down opposite of the two cosmonauts on the other side of the table.
"Okay. What's the story?" Braedey questioned.
"America first to send man to the moon, but USSR first to send camera." Dimitri explained, before he tossed a dusty red file onto a wooden table. "In 1959, our Luna Three take picture of the... dark, the shadow side. Sees nothing. But in 1963, Luna Four sees-" Dimitri's explanation was interrupted by Yuri, who wanted to deliver the important and impressive information.
"Strange rocks." Yuri revealed.
"Yeah." Dimitri agreed.
"Around the ship. Hundreds of them." Yuri continued, and Dimitri nudged him.
"Yeah, show picture." Dimitri ordered, and Yuri handed the group a picture that revealed exactly what he described to Braedey.
"With some... drag marks." Yuri added, and Simmons pushed that picture to the back, revealing a close up of the 'rocks'.
Braedey now grabbed the next photo to look that show the strange rocks that looked as if they were stacked neatly together. Braedey's eyes widened in realization as he stared at the photo. They weren't rocks at all. They were something far more advanced. "I've seen these. These aren't rocks. They're pillars." Braedey pointed out.
"Pillars?" Dimitri repeated, confused.
"These are Sentinel's lost pillars." Braedey revealed. "He said he once had hundreds of them. When Optimus found him, he only has five of them. These are the missing pillars from the Vanguard." He explained, and the Russians looked at him with clear confusion. "They're the pillars for an Autobot Spacebridge, used for transportation of resources and refugees. We know about them because the Autobots have five of these pillars. That's why there weren't any others found than the ones with Sentinel in the ship's crash vault." He explained.
"The Decepticons must have raided the ship before Apollo 11 ever got there, took the pillars, and hid them," Simmons deduced.
"But this doesn't make any sense. The Decepticons have the ship. They have all those pillars. Why would they leave Sentinel behind on the Vanguard when he's the only one who can use them?" Braedey asked in confusion.
"Unless..." Simmons trailed off, afraid to say the words.
"Unless they knew only Optimus could revive him and have been waiting for the right time." Braedey realised, his eyes narrowing. "This was a setup..."
After they thank and left the Russian cosmonauts, the group now started walking out the room. The five quickly walked out of the bar and didn't waste any time walking towards the Autobots, who were all in their robot modes.
"What did you guys find?" Sideswipe asked.
"The whole thing was a setup." Simmons answered.
"The Deceptions had already known about the Vanguard crashing on the moon, and took the rest of the pillars before the Space Race with Apollo 11 commenced." Braedey added.
"But that would mean they left Sentinel to die." Sideswipe spoke up, confused yet curious. "Don't they need Sentinel to activate the pillars?
"Why would they leave him there? This doesn't make sense. They could have just take him with them at the time." Dino added.
"Because he was in stasis mode when we found him." Elita-One realised, catching everyone's attention. "They didn't have a way to revive him... but we did. And there's only one known way to reignite a Transformers spark."
"You don't mean...?" Dutch trailed off, looking at the four humans.
"The AllSpark." Simmons breathed as his eyes widened, understanding brewing in them.
"And now that he's back, he's the one thing they still need to activate the pillars." Braedey added. "They been waiting for the right moment."
"And they won't stop until they get what they want." Simmons added. "Whether Sentinel wants to help them or not."
"Then we have to make sure they don't capture Sentinel." Braedey decided determinedly. "Because if they do, who knows what the Deceptions will make him do with those pillars."
"So what do we do?" Simmons now questioned to Braedey.
"We got to meet up with Sentinel. Rendezvous with him and keep him safe." He declared. "Elita, contact Sentinel to meet us at a different location." He told her. "Once done that, you head to NEST Headquarters and tell them to be prepared."
"On it." Elita-Ons nodded, and contacted Sentinel. With that, she shifted into her Lotus Exige sportscar and races away.
"Once we grab Sentinel, we must make sure he safely escorted back to HQ. And we have to warn NEST about this. It's our only way of ensuring that he is safe. We need to move now." Braedey added.
And so they did, the Autobots transform into their vehicle modes as Braedey got into Bumblebee while Simmons and Dutch got into their car, and they all drove away from the Russian bar to meet Sentinel in a different location, and hope the Deceptions do not get to Sentinel first.
Later, Braedey was with the Autobots just as Sentinel drive past them. The brunette gets his phone out. "Mearing, I just grabbed Sentinel. Optimus is about 10 minutes behind. We're coming over to NEST HQ now." He reported in as he and Bumblebee get underway.
"Major Martin, I thought I'd made it clear to you that you were on shore leave." Mearing stated.
Braedey and Bumblebee speed off after Sentinel with Simmons, Dutch, and the other Autobots. "Listen to me and listen to me good, Mearing. This whole thing has been a setup since the very beginning! The Decepticons wanted Optimus to find Sentinel because Megatron knew that I was the only one that could bring him back to life."
"But we have the Spacebridge." Mearing interjected.
"Charlotte, you've only have five pillars. I just found out they have stolen hundreds of them from the ship! They raided the Vanguard 40 years ago and they took the other pillars. We have just been playing into their hands! The Decepticons are coming for Sentinel Prime, and we must keep him safe!" Braedey stated back to Mearing before shutting off his phone.
Bumblebee, Sideswipe, and Dino surround Sentinel as they drive down the highway towards N.E.S.T. and to keep Sentinel safe from any hostile threats. But as they do so, the sound of sirens gets Braedey's attention as he looks back to see three black Chevy Suburbans with sirens flashing driving up behind them. One of the Suburbans drives up to Simmons' car, and it transforms into a very vicious-looking Decepticon codenamed Crowbar, who has metallic 'dreadlocks' and mandibles around their mouths like that of the Predator, plus having eight red optics.
Crowbar, after transforming into robot mode, now grabs Simmons and threw him out of his car, now making Dutch swerve and crash. The Dread leaped over the car, knocking down a large overhead sign post with two street signs. This allowed the other Suburbans to drive off them like ramps and transform into robot modes, one being Crankcase, who has huff spike shoulders, long teeth from his lower jaw, a ring through his nose, and short 'dreadlocks', while the other Suburban became Hatchet, a four-leg ravenous hunter.
"GO, BEE! GO! GO!" Braedey yelled out, now making one of his arms into a fusion cannon like that of Megatron's, but more streamlined and aerodynamic.
The three Dreads ran forward across the destroy any cars that were in their way, knocking them down and sending them flying across the highway like they were nothing but toy cars. Hatchet ran in close and tries to pounce on Bee, but the Camaro slams on the brakes, allows the three Dreads to fly past. Bee and Sideswipe simultaneously activate their weapons in Stealth Force while in vehicle mode and they open fire at the three Dreads.
Dino transforms and unleashes two hooks that latch onto Hatchet, making the Decepticon screech out. "Gotcha!" Dino laughed and he 'skis' along the road, sparks coming off his feet as he jumped off the road and rides along the concrete barrier.
Braedey leans out of Bee's window and he shoots at the Dread. Bee now unleashed several missiles that hit Hatchet and sends him sprawling onto the other side of the road as Dino swung him around and slammed him into a car.
The other two Dreads now began to flip about and send cars right at the Autobots to slow them down. Braedey continued to fire at the Dreads as Bee chased after them, even as Bumblebee and Sideswipe perform some crazy manoeuvres and tricks. Just as they thought they were clear, Crankcase knocks out a large truck with large metal pipes, sending it flying over at the Autobots.
"BEE, WATCH OUT!" Braedey shouted as he ducked back into the car.
Bumblebee now transforms midair, he and Braedey both going airborne, the former and pushing several parts of the truck away. He then grabbed Braedey before transforming into vehicle mode, the brunette fortunately landing in the driver's seat again.
"WHOO! Nice, Bee! Okay, let's get back to N.E.S.T.!" Braedey said to Bumblebee.
As the Autobots began to draw nearer to the base, Sideswipe transforms into robot mode, riding on his wheels as he turns to face the two remaining Dreads. "Dino! I got him!" He fires a round at them, but it does nothing to slow them down.
Bumblebee and Dino drive away as Braedey now spots a familiar black GMC Topkick driving by. "IRONHIDE!"
Ironhide races in at full speed and rams right into the Dreads, forcing all three of them transform into robot mode. Ironhide lands on his feet and armed his cannons, while the Dreads hit the ground with a thud. As this happens, Prowl and Jazz race by to get the civilians out of the area and fast.
Ironhide aims his cannons. "Is there a problem?"
Sideswipe sweeps in between them and aims his weapons. "Whoa. Little Mexican standoff we got here." He commented.
"Weapons down." Ironhide ordered.
"And we'll let you escape with your dignity." Sideswipe added in.
The two Dreads look to each other and spoke out in Cybertronian, their evil red optics looking between each other and the two Autobots, before all four bots drop their weapons down on the ground.
"That's good." Sideswipe said, just as Crowbar now brings out dual-wielding blades from his back! "Ironhide, watch out!"
The Dread then threw one blade that lodged itself in Ironhide's left shoulder. The other Dread throws its own blade at Sideswipe, only for the silver Autobot to jump in the air and cut it.
"Ironhide! Catch!" Sideswipe kicked over one of his blasters to Ironhide. Ironhide caught the weapon and shoots Crankcase over to his left, killing it.
"Behind you!" Sideswipe called. attacking the Dread who kicked him away.
Ironhide now took the blade the other Dread had thrown at him and he stabbed Crowbar in the face, red fluid leaking out of his facial plate. "Decepticon punk." Ironhide now threw Crowbar onto a trashed car and he kicked it into an auto-shop, which then exploded in a fireball.
Ironhide then puts his weapons on his back, his arm cannons folding away. "Class dismissed."