Autobot base.
It's been a week since June's kidnapping. Everything mainly returned back to normal, but the strangely charged atmosphere that lay within didn't go unnoticed.
Once Bumblebee arrived through the ground bridge with Jack and June, the teenager instantly kicked into action. With what he could gather, and after raiding his mother's car, he was able to prevent June from bleeding out.
When his mother was relatively stable, Jack had transported his mother to an old hospital she used to work in back in Chicago.
Jack didn't wanna leave June unguarded. She made some unbreakable bonds back in Chicago, so Jack knew the people would protect her there.
Having been put in under a false name, Jack knew no one could find her there before Jack would be notified.
Bulkhead had onlined only three days ago and was currently going through physical recovery. Mech's dissection of bulkhead, even if prevented halfway through, left its marks.
Ratchet was able to repair bulkhead's external damage, but the Cybertronians equivalent to a sentral nervous system would still take time for bulkhead's own repair systems to fix.
Leaning heavily on his right side and the walking cane, ratchet made him with Optimus's personal supervision, bulkhead limited steadily across the command senter.
Bulkhead was visibly struggling to walk and had a pained look on his face plate. "Come on, bulky, You can do it!!" Miko cheered on the green mech.
The entire time bulkhead was unconscious, Miko hadn't left his side. By the second day, Jack and Raphael had to drag the surprisingly slippery girl home so she could eat and freshen up.
After Miko grabbed some essentials, she continued to stay by bulkheads side. So their school wouldn't get suspicious about their absences, ratchet called them patending to be their parents.
June was still unconscious within Chicago med, and Miko's Foster parents didn't really care about her wear abouts.
Since Jack's house was reduced to a shell of what it was and jasper was having some unusual weather, thay transported his, his mother's, and his father's clothes and things to the room he was using in the base.
Despite Miko's sullen behaviour, it didn't stop her from trying to sneak into what he had dubbed his room to mess around with his gear.
Jack had prevented Miko from doing something reckless, but after finding Miko about to fire the grenade launcher, Jack kept his weaponry hidden and the more dangerous items within his ring.
When Miko played up her sadness so Jack would let her fire his grenade launcher, Jack took her up to the top and fired off one of the modified rounds still loaded within the chamber, Even though Miko was standing ten feet away from Jack at the time.
the shock wave still managed to knock the teenage girl on her ass. "Ok, don't mess around with Jack's things." The girl whispered to herself, seeing the damage the grenade shell did.
Finally, having reached the med bay, bulkhead parked his arft down on one of the births.
Hopping on his lap, Miko kept on giving bulkhead a pep talk, bulkhead himself smiling as he made shor the energetic girl didn't hurt herself by falling off of his ped.
Bulkhead like Bumblebee had been sticking close to their charges for their safety. After the whole mech situation, the bots expected Fowler to come for a visit.
He was their government liaison, so he would handle all Cybertronian related cases, but Fowler's behaviour after what happened four days ago further clearafired agent Fowler's trustworthiness and the secrets hidden from them by the government.
Four days ago, Agent Fowler, having come for his usual visit, notified them of some unsettling news. Heading towards the base was dozens of secret agents, all looking for Jack.
Fowler is the liaison for the Autobots and all Cybertronian affairs. After sifting through the reports and whatever his men found, they recovered, corrupted security files from the raid. a pretty picture was painted.
Fowler was shocked at first, but not too shocked to accidentally delete the footage of Jack. Fortunately for Fowler, he did. The courses of death of the mech soldiers sent alarm bells up high, which was why he came to worn them.
The hundreds of black armoured soldiers carrying similar blasters to mech running around the base searching for something was unsettling, to say the least.
Optimus was just thankful that Jack was still in Chicago, and arcee went over to watch him after patrol. If the fem was there, she would shorly have tried to kill all of them in order to protect Jack.
Tensions only thickened when one of the men in black forcefully tried to move Miko for investigation. Bulkhead, having been awake, didn't like the treatment of his charge. If it wasn't for Fowler's intervention, someone would have died.
For the thirty minutes it took for the soldiers to search the base, fowler stayed with Miko and bulkhead. Optimus and ratchet watched over the soldiers to make shor none of their tech was misplaced, and Bumblebee went to move Jack's things.
Playing some of his and Miko's favourite music out loud on his speakers, bulkhead nodded his head along with Miko, trying to forget such worrying thoughts.
"How was patrol, any cons out there." Smacking his closed servo into the other, the action slower than usual, bulkhead directed his question to bumblebee and arcee, the both in their by-pedal mode's ,only just coming back from patrol.
"Wasn't too bad, a few Vehicon's, but they were easily taken care of." The fem stated with a smirk.
Whiring and beeping Bumblebee confirmed, the cons and mech haven't been active much recently. Those cons they faced not too long ago were the only ones in weeks.
"Where's she going?." As bee headed towards bulkhead, arcee headed to the ground bridge.
Before Bumblebee could answer. "She's probably heading off to make kissy faces with Jack." Miko stated, miming kissy faces to herself.
Bumblebee and Bulkhead were too busy looking confusingly at miko to notice arcee slightly stumble at the statement.
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Currently, at a local taco stand in Chicago, Jack could be seen devouring his fourth plate of tacos. This past week, Jack hadn't had a good meal, nor had he had the time to do so.
After passing out in the base for the second time, arcee made Jack get the proper rest and food when necessary.
one of the nurses told him about this taco place. After trying out the food yesterday, Jack had been back three more times since.
When the bots had notified him and arcee on the government's actions, Jack had chosen to sever contact with his old life.
Along with moving their stuff out of their old house, Jack hasn't been to school and work, too. He wasn't completely serten that his identity was blown.
but when one of June's coworkers called informing him of some strange government types asking about her, all doubts were extinguished.
At least through all of that, Jack gained a boon. The mixture of his and silas's abilities was an outstanding match. With the use of what Jack dubbed his, "inner beast." On top of his enhanced body, increased his physicality dramatically.
It felt like Jack was living under the deepest, darkest ocean, shackled, and now hehad been unbound. colours were brighter, sounds were louder, Jack could deduce anything down to a fine T with sent alone.
But most of all, the overwhelming power and primal rage coursing through his body and mind was maddening. Jack almost lost control of himself until he started thinking about his mother and arcee.
Speak of the fem, just didn't know what to think about her behaviour at times. At first, Jack would admit arcee... was a bitch to put it simply. By some mysterious force, the two felt themselves getting closer.
She was always protective, but recently, it's gotten out of hand. Every second, the fem had to spare was spent watching over him whether it was at the base, hospital or missions after he'd managed to talk Optimus in helping them walset bulkhead recuperated.
The worst was his partners jealousy, and shorly there could be no other name for it. on the fifth day of June's coma. Jack stepped outside for some fresh air, Jack was knowledgeable enough to where the doctors' reassurances weren't weren't helping.
As the thoughts of his mother's condition rang throughout his mind, Jack was brought out of it by a pretty blond. Jack had seen the young woman visiting her father, who was in med for a Ruteen Appendectomy.
The signs had been caught quickly, so no complications would occur. Sparking a conversation to busy his mind, Jack instantly switched into the roll. Unlike his interactions with Sierra, Jack could actually be himself and didn't need to act like a socially awkward teenager.
A part of being a hitman is to blend in with the regular people. Since there wasn't much acting needed, the two sat on the bench hip to hip, talking about their worry's.
Unfortunately for Jack, unconsciously, he'd sat right near the motorcycle parking spaces, for when arcee, Sadie hologram in toe arrived must not have liked their closeness.
Jack thought the holoform wasn't solid or able to move from arcee's alt. The way Sadie hopped off arcee's alt and proceeded to pull Jack off of the bench was proof enough.
Furthermore, Jack's mind wasn't too preoccupied to catch the surprisingly firm body pressed up against him. Swiftly dressing down the teen, arcee dragged him to her alt, the blond girl running off in tears.
Just when Jack was about to argue about her behaviour, arcee's offer of taking the wheel figuratively, and literally speaking, something she had only done a hand full of times before.
Honestly, Jack didn't know whether arcee was his protector, mother, or girlfriend, although something was telling him he'd be getting answers soon.
"Think of the devil, and he shall appear."
Scrunching up all the rubbish he made, Jack tossed them in the nearby trash-can. As soon as Jack got on behind Sadie, arcee sped off. Unknown to the pair, they'd caught the gazes of everyone at the taco stand.
The worst part of it was Sadie had her helmet, so the face of a beautiful young Japanese woman with blue and pink hair was all every male in sight could see. The action coursing their significant other to hit them.
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Arachnid was miserable. Her energon supplie was nearly running out, and she was limited in her transformations. Arachnid hadn't been able to replace her missing spider legs, so she was basically stuck in bot mode.
She was only thankful that while the speed was reduced, her drill mode was still available. The past week has been like the pits for her due to her current limitations.
A few days in, her self repair program fixed a lot of the damage arachnid collected, but replacement lims would be required to fix her still broken legs.
It didn't help that she'd encountered several Vehicon drones on patrol. It was only due to her skills and small Stachur that arachnid escaped.
That's why arachnid was here. If she was to encounter another Cybertronian or a human like Jack without her arachni and spider froms, her spark would sertenly join the well of all-sparks.
This entire time, arachnid had been searching for a way to fix her injuries, for obvious reasons she couldn't go to the Decepticons or Autobots.
Mech, while not having shown visible treachery, wasn't people she wanted to face without her full capabilities.
So, arachnid spent the better part of the week searching for Autobot or Decepticon ships that may have the possible parts for her.
Yesterday, arachnid found a faint signal off a currently powered down ship. From her scans, arachnid deducted it was a Decepticon ship that crash landed roughly two hundred years ago.
Arachnid's hoping for a protoform would be held within the ship so she could clone herself and scrap it for parts.
Her frame type was extremely rare, even amongst her own species.
Finding spair parts to match her frame would be an infinitesimal possibility. Finding the tech to create spair parts were lesser.
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Above the city of new York, within the Decepticon war-ship, the con's are scrambbling around, fulfilling megatron's orders.
The mad mech's been scrambbling after using Bumblebee's body, when having taken over his mind, to rebuild his own.
Thankfully, Bumblebee's frame type was similar to his own, so getting used to the new frame walset trying to act like the yellow mech wasn't too difficult.
It discussed him to be in his frame, but what discussed him even more was the sliver of love within his spark that remained for his progeny.
The Autobots computers, outdated or not, left a wellspring of knowledge. Pieces of his people's technology were spread all-throughout this measly rock.
It was the reason the nemesis was hovering above New York. Sound-wave would need all the processor power he could get to hack into Earth's surprisingly secure systems.
"My lord, all preparations have been made. Shall I begin deciphering the files?." Sound-wave an eight meter tall, slim, purple mech said, using a synthesised voice.
Sound-wave during the start of the war had chosen to take a Voe of silence. Ever since then, he'd rarely talked, and when he did, he used a synthesised voice or some of the trillions of audio clips he'd collected throughout the years.
With his cold, calculating personality and extreme loyalty, second to none in the entire Decepticon faction he was a force to be wreckened with.
"Yes. I want that information, last cycle." With his dark masters command, the hundreds of holograms displayed quadrillions of lines of code.
Connected to the mech's frame, dozens of cables connected him to the ship's processor sound-wave's frame already starting to overheat from the malicious lines of code he's braking through.
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Walking through the halls of omega one, arcee searched for Jack. Arcee knew she was being a little clingy, but the fem couldn't help it.
The serious and stern side of Jack, she'd seen glimpses of it throughout her time with him, and every time she did, it reminded her of a mech on a mission.
This past week, Jack's personality was the inverse of what it was the four months arcee had known him.
Dark and bruding, with slight, genuine, kind, and soft gazes from time to time when he thought no one was looking.
His mother's hospitalisation had been trying, Jack was doing his best to cope, but every time anyone would mention it, he'd swiftly change the subject.
There had only been one being that made her feel like this, Tailgate. The pair were going through the process of Conjunx Endura when arachnid offlined tailgate.
Thanks to her sisters, arcee mostly recovered from his loss. Later on, when she was partnered with cliffjumper, the things she'd loved about him were also the things she hated about him, too.
Much like tailgate, cliff was brash, had a larger than life personality, and was prown to jumping into things helm first. Cliffjumper could match up his talk most of the time, but at the end of the day, most of the time wasn't all of the time.
Jack shared some of the trayts of the two mech's, stubborn, hot-headed, and most of all brave when his loved ones were in danger.
Storming a mech base with soldiers and technology capable of taking down a Cybertronian and facing not only that glitch arachnid but two incectacons is proof enough.
Unlike tailgate and cliffjumper, Jack reminded her of Optimus of the present day.
Ratchet spoke of Jack being like orion pax, a young Optimus before the war, but arcee could see the charismatic, charming, and powerful leader laying under the disguise of an unassuming teenage kid.
their human allies were humanising them more every day, arcee didn't know what it was, but Cybertronians weren't much of a tactile peoples. She could only guess that it got lost in their evalution
Bulkhead was slowly suffering with his recuperation. The jolly green giant didn't like feeling useless. Before the war, he was a Labourer, and during bulkhead steadily became one of the strongest Wreckers.
After meeting Miko, it was like something bulkhead was missing, finally appeared. Miko claimed bulkhead sounded like her parents, and she was correct.
Arcee had seen mech's and fem's act like that with their sparklings. She could even remember her own maytren and paytren acting like that with her and her sister's before the war eventually took them, too.
Bumblebee was born in the thick of the war, found in a Decepticon hatchery when the bots invaded it. Bumblebee was one of the only ones that they could successfully rescue.
If they couldn't have it, no one could. That is the Decepticon mindset. Shockwave and a fleet of seekers destroyed the tanks before the bots could libarat them.
He never got to be a child. Most of the bots distrusted him, and every single con wanted him dead. If it wasn't for Optimus and elita, Bumblebee would have found a blade in his back plate.
Since she and a servo full of bots know the real truth, the mech still had allies. Eventually, he'd gain respect, but friends besides the team were another story altogether.
Raphael had been a kindred spirit for bumblebee. Ever since their meeting, he finally found someone who understood him.
The yellow mech's been able to act like an actual mech-ling and much like herself had opened up to his charge like she and bulk did with their's.
Spotting Jack through her scanners, arcee found him exactly where she thought she would.
The storage space Jack unofficially officially made his room was definitely an improvement from before. The large crates were all neatly lined up against the wall opposite to the door.
The human area, similar to the one in the main command senter, had been filled with the nesasery human appliances, and arcee could finally see a proper bed in the section opposite to the kitchenette.
The first few nights, he'd slept on some of the crates, when she caught him, the fem all but dragged him to her quarters.
The nearly hour long argument about him crashing in her room was worth the red colour Jack ternd when sleeping in her birth.
Jack's face reminded her of an earth tomato. She would've made something for Jack to sleep on, but everything was basically made of metal.
The bots' births had a pretty soft jell layer on top, so they were really comfortable.
Most of the space in the room was left empty, arcee could tell from the dents and craters that Jack was using it to train.
"Hay, partner, wanna go for a ride."
Pausing mid swing, Jack rested the dull edge of the blade against his right shoulders. Since returning from Chicago, Jack's been training his swordsmanship.
With his new strength, blades, we're the way to go, but since his styles were meant for humans, the teen had to practise for the larger, more durable frames of the Cybertronians.
"Race you to the ground bridge." Dashing passed the blue fem, Jack smiled as he ran towards the command senter.
...
A few hours later, a couple thousand miles away, on top of one of England's country sides, the Autobot and human partners could be seen sitting down on a cliff.
Since things seemed to be relatively quiet with the con's and mech, Optimus cleared them for a little time off each. Bulkhead obviously couldn't go on active duty due to still recovering from mech.
Bumblebee mainly goofed off with Raphael, but Jack had caught him practising with his full weapons system's in the holoroom when he thought no one was around.
Arcee typically would go on an evening ride with Jack but was only around jasper. Now, arcee's regretting not enjoying Earth's beautiful sights more often.
Jack had already inputted the coordinates in the ground bridge before she'd even reached the terminal. The lushness of the grass, trees followed by the erratic yet smooth roads of England's country sides will definitely remain as one of her most precious memories.
"Why didn't you bring me here before."
Since there weren't any humans around, the fem was able to sit down in her by-pedal form.
"You're the one with the wheels here cee why haven't you brought me here before." Smirking, as he layed down on the grassy cliff, Jack wasn't able to see the large blue metallic digit flick his nose.
"Awww." Jack said, holding his nose in foe pain. "Now, now sir Jack, didn't you know it's a gentleman's duty to ask a lady out?." Arcee asked, speaking as if she was a lady from the 17th century.
Giving her a blank look. "Arcee, you're as far from a lady as you get." He stated.
"Oh really, what am I then?." She asked curiously. Placing his hand on his chin, Jack pondered on the type of woman arcee would be.
"A biker bitch"
"A biker bitch?."
"A biker bitch." Jack reaffirmed after arcee's questioning gaze. "You're tough, pretty, can take a con down in seconds and drive...can transform into a really cool motorcycle. which is cooler than just driving one ." Thinking over Jack's words, she gave a nod of agreement.
"Guess I'm a biker bitch then." Crossing her servos and puffing out her chest plate, lifting her helm up high as if she was told the most captivating compliment.
Chuckling at her behaviour, Jack lay his head back down on the grass, finally relaxing after a full week. His body has been tensed waiting for a battle or something to pop off.
Even when sleeping, Jack would make shor to wake up after rem sleep was achieved. The beautiful England County side and the new found banter was allowing him to relax.
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Outside Chicago med, a bald unassuming man around his early sixties could be seen heading in from the main entrance.
Wearing a set of light blue scrubs and a medical face mask, the man slowly made his way into the waiting area.
Taking note of an African American woman around the age of thirty, the man swiftly deduced that she was the charge nurse by the phone like device in her hands.
"Excuse me, sir. Our doctors are ready to see you now." The man said to a disgruntled woman clutching her stomach.
"If you follow the nurse over there, she'll be able to show you to them." The man added, pointing to Maggie, the charge nurse in question.
Due to the scrubs, her pain, and the man's gental tone, the woman instantly made her way to Maggie.
"Hello, the nurse over there said it's my tern to see the doctor now." Looking up from her pad, Maggie raised an eyebrow. "I'm sorry miss your still a few patients behind."
"What, no, that's not what the nurse said." The woman frantically stated as she pointed over to where the bald man was. "Where'd he go." Seeing no one there, the woman started to check all around her for the nurse she saw earlier.
As she did so, Maggie secretly called over a pair of guards while notifying psych for a consultation. Meanwhile, this was all the distraction the balled man needed to sneak in without being noticed by the medical staff.
Now that he'd gotten past Maggie, the man put aside the portable X-ray machine, continuing on his path. As he walked, on the back of his head, a strange tattoo was visible.
Much like Jack's, it was a barcode. It was only smaller and has A-52 written above it instead of A-64 as Jack's did. Reaching the intensive care unit, the man's perspective of time froze.
Six days, eighteen hours, and 34 minutes ago, a Jane doe was omitted into Chicago med. A young black haired woman, which his masters informed him, was June Darby.
The last known woman to know the where-abouts of agent-47. The organisation, wants its best agent back. His original plan was to obtain the information from Miss Darby herself.
But now a second plan would be nesasery. For a Jane doe, there was an awful lot of police around. Four uniformed officers, along with two detectives, if he wasn't mistaken.
Seems like Miss Darby had more friends than he thought, seering the layout in his mind agent-52 continued to walk straight ahead, glancing down at the medical chart as he did so. Time continuing to proceed as normal.
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Thirty minutes later, outside the same hospital, Agent-52 exited the entrance of Chicago med. Instead of the scrubs, he was wearing a classical suit Taylored for his profession.
Suddenly, once again, Agent-52's prospective of time slowed to a hult. He was expecting to encounter another one of his kind. Agent-47 was the most dangerous operative to ever work under the organisations mites.
52 could feel a tremendous threat to his life, enhanced individuals, protobeast's, aliens, demons, people with strange powers, and even other assassins themselves.
He'd faced them all throughout his tenyear, and never before had the press of death felt so intense. Wasting no time agent-52 blear's out of motion.
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Just when everything was going well, life had to backhand him in the face. After spending a nice afternoon watching the sunset, Jack thought it best to return to see his mother before visiting time was over.
He didn't know why his body did so, but when his senses came to a hult, it was best to focus. Everything down from the bird stuck in flight to the trickles of energon combusting within arcee's engine he could feel was held in none-motion.
All but Jack was stuck in time, so the balled man wearing an extremely familiar suit that flashed past him at speeds only as of recent he's obtained wasn't hard to miss.
Allowing his beast side to emerge slightly, Jack's senses were able to still track the quickly fading signicher of who just rushed past them.
If there's anyone remotely like him near his mother, then that couldn't mean anything good. He could chase him down and get answers if he went all out right now, but with people like them, time couldn't be wasted.
As instantly as it stopped, time started to continue as usual, mother's and fathers taking their children or parents back home. Birds and dogs flying and running in the park, Automobiles continuing their motion.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Due to her robotic nature, arcee was able to notice the discrepancies in her partner and was able to sense agent-52 himself rush past her.
Not getting a response, Jack increased her speed. Bearley stopping at the designated parking spot, Jack kicked out the kickstand and front flipped off of the handle bars, arcee righting herself as Jack ran straight through the front doors.
While still making shor to run at normal speeds for a human, Jack made it to his mother's hospital room within minutes, nearly knocking down one of the uniformed officers in his rush.
The moment Jack entered the room, his nerves calmed. June was perfectly fine. A few bandages still covered her from, but Jack knew they'd be taken off in a few days.
"Jack, are you okay? Is everything with June alright." The fem worriedly asked through the com's. The fem was ready to kick into action, should the need arise. Robot in disguise be dammed.
Walking over to his mother's bedside. "Everything's fine, cee. False alarm." jack said, Trying to soothe her nerves. Jack examined June. There were no new wounds visible, and her monitors showed no changes.
Noticing something grasped within her right hand, he went to check what it was. He was really starting to hate this shit. This dam power of his. The constant threats to his life and friends and most of all people weather human or Cybertronian going after his mother.
His gear's outdated, but the U,S,B like device was most definitely a transmitter to a wireless bomb, likely placed on the floor beneath them.
Just like expected, the ground under his feet began braking, through the cracks what looked like the gates of hell was about to be unleashed.
To fast for his liking, an explosion was engulfing the room. His feet were already beginning to feel the heat. suspecting that the gas line had been hit, Jack knew the explosion would completely incinerate June if he didn't act quickly.
Taking off his trench coat, he wrapped it around June. Her I,V's have been taken out so Jack didn't hesitate to yank her off of the bed and run for an exit.
Allowing his inner beast to emerge slightly, Jack wasn't bothering with zooming through hallways and simply burst through the walls head and shoulder first, all the while making shor not to further harm June.
Plaster, concrete, rebar, beds, and even medical machines. All was swatted away with the use of his body.
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In front of the hospital, arcee's frame was tensed. Jack looked panicked as he rushed in, and the worst thing was that currently, she could do nothing to help him.
She could only hope Jack was correct and nothing nefarious was truly going on. As if primus was taunting her, the hospital was engulfed in a tremendous explosion.
The force was so great that the skin of the passers-by's instantly evaporated, arcee being comparatively light was also sent flying along with every single person, motorcycle, the smaller cars and everything else that wasn't bolted down or weighed over a couple of ton's.
Rolling and tumbling across the parking lot, arcee transformed just before the fifth time she smashed against the ground.
Scraping against the concrete, arcee's peds and left servo created grooves in the ground, her form stopping roughly twenty feet from the spot she transformed.
"Jack!!" The fem screamed, the destruction of the hospital being burnt into her processors. Ignoring everything else around her arcee made her way back to the front of the newly destroyed hospital.
From the senter outwards, a massive crater was formed, rubble, debry, and bodies filling it.
The outer edges of the hospital by some miracle managed to stay standing. It's amazing how a hope filled hospital could be ternd into a war zone. Stopping at the doors, arcee activated her blasters out of instinct.
Her optics could pick out a mass, slowly walking towards her, not even a few seconds later, arcee deactivated the blasters, the familiar form of Jack walking out of the dust and smoke calming her systems.
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Five miles away on top of a tall building agent-52 - was looking at arcee and Jack through the scope of his rifle.
The assassin knew of the Cybertronians, but to see one in person was something else.
To add on top of that, the fact that his new target was conspiring with one wasn't a pleasant thought.
Withdrawing a phone from his pockets, 52 waited a few seconds before answering the call that just came in, as if he expected it.
"52..." He said, already knowing who it was.
"Is it done?" The voice of a woman spoke on the other end of the line.
"No, Maam, the woman known as June Darby survived the as
assassination. It's under my observation that agent-47 is truly dead. He would have never let me get so close."
"I take it from your uncharacteristic failure that you have more bad news." The woman's Russian accent slipped out slightly due to her anger.
Unproterbed by her anger agent-52 continued. "It also appears that we have another agent unaffiliated with the organisation roaming around and affiliating with Cybertronians."
Hearing this, the woman was shocked, quite literally on the edge of her seat.
"I managed to get a look at his face, and it resembled my target, June Darby." For a few seconds, all agent-52 could hear was heavy breathing from the other end of the line.
"You don't think the rumours are true, Do you. that agent-47 had a child." The woman asked, wanting to know if her former saviour had a baby.
"I don't think Maam, I know." Through the scope of the rifle, he could see the Cybertronian carrying the slightly burnt body of June Darby through a strange blue' ish green portal.
Suddenly, Jackson Darby, the son of June Darby, and the suspected son of agent-47 glances in his direction.
"52, are you still there." The woman on the phone asked, hearing .the sound of surprise on the other end. Not responding agent-52 now kept his finger on the trigger.
Jack's eyes were no longer that of a teenager or hitman. Gazing back at him through the scope was the eyes of a beast wanting nothing more than his blood on his fang's and claws.
"Well, ain't you just a barrel of surprises." Never before in his entire life had he witnessed a highbrid such as this. " I'm going to have to call you back, Maam." Hanging up the phone, agent-52, kept his eye on Jack.
The frustration and anger were easily set in his gate, and at one moment, 52 was serten that Jack was going to head after him. But for one reason or another, Jack headed through the strange portal.
Deciding to test Jack out, Agent-52 fired off a round at Jack, the bullet reaching him within a second, just before he entered the bridge. Before it hit, Jack disappeared, the portal closing up moments after.
yo my G's just so you know i don't own transformers, hitman or C,W's 2012 beauty and the beast show.
This is the third chapter of Jackson Darby: agent-64, so to fill you in on how his new powers work. Jack's basically spider man in base mode. Can lift 15 to 25 ton's max, although that can change when under stress.
As for speed, Jack can keep up with arcee and agility, which obviously is far greater than sprinting speed. Arcee can reach a max speed of 279 miles an hour, and when in maximum overdrive near 375 miles an hour, the other bots are around the same.
As for the protobeast power he gained from silas's, it's going to work a little differently with Jack.
In the Beauty and the Beast, the 2012 CW tv show protobeast were basically wear wolves.
Shearing D.N.A with several animals, wolves, lions, tigers, bears, lizards, and so many more I'll literally be writing down the names of the entire animal kingdom thay we're bona-fide super humans.
So what I remember from the show Jack would equal a protobeast in physicality. For Jack, he gets the same animalistic abilities, but I'll also be making it a multiplier for him.
As for Jack's and all the other protobeast's appearances when transformed, there are only a few visible changes.
First, the eyes will tern some shade of yellow, Amber or gold, the hands and feet will grow short, sharp, and pointed claws.
Along with all four kaynine's extending and sharpening to blades, the rest of their teeth will grow pointed like fang's.
All across the body, their veins would blacken and was destiny around the eyes and mouth.
Already got some rough draft for chapters four and five , so all grammar issues are fixed I'll upload.
P,S hope you like the new OC.