Chapter 22

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Bumblebee, Arcee, Thunderhoof, and Fowler look at the humans surrounding them with guns fixated on them. Each of them trying to figure out how they're gonna get out of this. Before they could come up with a plan they heard heavy-footed steps running toward their location.

"Honey, I'm home!" Wheeljack shouts as he comes running in and starts slashing at the human soldiers. Of course, Autobots aren't supposed to kill humans but as Bulkhead said before, they will make an exception for these humans.

Chaos ensued as the humans started shooting at them but all the bots managed to dodge the shots and throw in blows at the humans either killing or injuring them. It doesn't take them long to take care of the soldiers, a lot of them were apparently under-trained for this kind of situation. Only the leader, Brendon, was left standing.

Wheeljack placed the blade of one of his katanas at Brendon's throat but he seemed to be unfazed by it, just staring at the mech with a blank expression, "Where's Strongarm?" Wheeljack asked.

"As I just told the others not long ago, she's no longer here. She escaped with the male wolf."

"You better not be lying!" Wheeljack says in agitation.

"I don't think he is," Arcee says as she walks over to them. She pulls back Brendon's shirt, "He was recently injured, looks like claw marks."

Brendon growled as he moved away from her, "It is claw marks! That damn Cybertronian mutt hit me with his claws as they were escaping!" Brendon can feel his hatred for these beings growing even more intense. They've ruined his life at every turn and he has so much hatred for them that he would be more than happy to see their demise. He would be even happier to be the cause of their demise.

As they talk, Bumblebee and Thunderhoof remove the straps from Grimlock and Underbite and look at the damage that was done, "Primus, they really did a number on you both. I need to call Ratchet," Bumblebee says before he gets on his comm.

:: Ratchet, come in. ::

:: I'm here, Bumblebee. Did you find Strongarm and Grimlock? ::

:: We found Grimlock but no sign of Strongarm, seems she escaped already with Steeljaw. But Grimlock is in bad shape, I need you to come out here to give aid. ::

Ratchet looks at Knock Out who just waves him off, "Go, we'll be fine."

:: I'm on my way. :: Ratchet says before cutting off the comm.

"Ratchet's on his way, he'll fix up the both of you," Bumblebee says with a smile, mostly towards Grimlock.

Fowler walks up to the platform where Brendon is standing as he gets off the phone, "I just talked to my superiors, they're sending out MPs to arrest Brendon." Fowler looks at Brendon with a hardened glare, "You'll be going away for a long time."

Brendon sneered at him, "Why don't you just have these bastards kill me like they did my uncle and all my soldiers?"

"Your uncle caused his own demise, messing with beings far more powerful than him. He took out his own team who respected and supported him and tried to team up with the Decepticons who respect no humans, which ended up being the death of him. As for your soldiers, they shouldn't have followed you and gone against these guys. The Autobots make it a goal not to hurt any humans but when you threaten them or their loved ones they will defend themselves and their loved ones."

Brendon turned around to face his computers as he thought over what Fowler said. His uncle was very sadistic, nobody knew that better than he. He even killed his own men just to join the same beings he was experimenting on. He tried to help the same beings that wanted to destroy this planet, which included killing him as well. His own uncle would have killed him to get ahead, and here he is trying to get revenge for that asshole. He has nothing left.

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