With All My Spark → Transformers

The Pillars

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Sitting in the car for long periods of time was always something I despised, but at the moment I was feeling exceptionally relaxed. The car we were riding in was absolutely amazing. It was like a convertible, but it wasn't. It was one of those things that I couldn't exactly describe at the moment. All I knew was that I wanted one. It had done an excellent job of taking the edge off of this whole Decepticon ordeal. I was just waiting for the day they all cease to exist. That will be the happiest day of my life. I was truly sick of dealing with them, but I was a lot more relaxed now that I knew Sam and I weren't their main targets anymore. That part was still a mystery to us all and hopefully this trip could solve it for us.

The only thing I knew about this trip was the fact that we were hunting a couple of Russian cosmonauts. Brains managed to track them down city wise, so with Dutch's help, we were able to pinpoint their exact location and that was where we were headed at the moment.

"Going through a gig on the hunt for two Russian cosmonauts. Nothing like driving in a Maybach. The Germans know how to make cars, let me tell you," Simmons said from the front seat. He, along with Dutch, were in the front, while Sam and I sat in the back. I was way too relaxed at the moment.

"How much was this car? I want it," I spoke.

Sam chuckled.

"Too much for you," Simmons baited.

I scoffed. "Try me. I make at lease twenty-four thousand dollars a month. It can't be that much, can it?"

"Four-hundred thousand dollars, Lea," he laughed. My eyes widened. I barely made half of that in a year.

"Would you like to buy me one, mister rich boy? Or you could buy me a truck. Either one works," I suggested.

"Don't you have a Mercedes, little girl?"

"Yeah. I could have a Camaro, a Corvette, or even two Camaros, but it still doesn't change the fact that trucks will always be my favorite. I love my car, but I would much rather have a truck. Ironhide is the only reason I didn't get one. Sometimes he can be pretty stupid for an advanced alien robot," I chuckled.

"I'll see to it," Simmons said.

I smiled. "You better."

I sat up as the car came to a stop. I fixed my windswept hair and looked to see that we were parked across the street from some type of secluded club. It didn't take long for Simmons or Dutch to whip out the technology. Sam and I just sat and watched them do their thing.

"The flying Dutchman. Former SNA, cyber sleuth extraordinaire tracked them down here. These cosmonauts went into hiding. Why?" Simmons mumbled to himself.

"Bingo, we've got a match," Dutch exclaimed. I turned to see three people walking into the building. It was a woman and two men who I assumed to be the cosmonauts in hiding.

"You're a German Shepard, Dutch," Simmons praised.

"So what do we do now?" I asked as I got out of the car with Simmons and the rest of them. Simmons walked over to the open trunk and opened up a silver case which held several different weapons inside it. He grabbed a pistol and loaded it before shoving it into his jacket pocket.

"Well, the thing about Russians is that they never like to talk. It's going to take a little bit of the international language to get them to speak," he told me as he pulled out another pistol and handed it to me.

I took it and raised my brow. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Just take it, Miss Hotshot," he smirked.