By 7:00 a.m., I was suited up and ready to rumble.
A slim black leather suit lay spread out, waiting. The black material clung to my form, accentuating my lithe figure as I suited up, material supple yet sturdy. Electroluminescent blue streaks ran down the arms and legs of the leather jumpsuit, illuminating the otherwise dim room with a futuristic glow.
My fingers footed over the hidden zippers and compartments of the suit, revealing an array of gadgets and weapons carefully stowed away. I checked the retractable blade in my forearm sheath, the compact smoke pellets, and the small vials of potent sedatives. Then I fastened on a utility belt adorned with compartments that held an array of tools – lock picks, communication devices, and a small vial of liquid that could short-circuit even the most advanced systems.
Adding to the list of gear, I strapped a pair of sleek, dual lightweight blasters to my thighs, the cool metal sending a shiver of anticipation through me.
I already had my guns meticulously laid out—an RPG, a SIG Sauer MPX, and an MR-183 'God Killer' Electrostatic Railgun. With the weapons secured, I holstered them onto my back.
My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, a girl dressed in a futuristic black leather suit and black combat boots, wearing a messy scarlet French braid, carrying a mound of heavy weaponry and comprehensively armed.
I clenched my fists, and a surge of energy coursed through my veins. With a whisper of words in Russian, my body shimmered with a fiery glow, and in an instant, I vanished.
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The wind howled across the rugged Scottish Highlands, whipping through the tufts of grass and carrying a biting chill that made my breath fog. I found myself standing at the crest of one such hill, scarlet hair flowing in the chilly breeze, overlooking the sprawling landscape.
Moments later, I trudged on, my combat boots crunching against the frosted ground as I navigated the undulating terrain. Clutched tightly in my gloved hand was a dapper device. The device's readout blinked with a set of coordinates, confirming that I was drawing nearer to the terminus.
Latitude: 45.5678° S, Longitiude: -87.1234° E
I memorized the set of coordinates given to me by Bitstream, from the night before.
Bitstream.
The name seemed to stick with me. He was a Decepticon. And from all my time with the Autobots, I've come to understand that the Cons were their sole enemy. So why was I doing this? Why was I currently traveling almost 5,000 miles from Jasper to the middle of Loch Ness to meet with a Con?
Well, simply put, I needed answers.
Bitstream claimed he knew how to finish the job I was tasked with for almost a decade, and it would make sense since he was a Con, and Bots and Cons had a long history with one another. It would only make sense if I handed over the task to someone who knew more about the Autobots than I did. Because the sooner I completed my task, the sooner I could live in peace again. This was a burden I never even wanted, but it didn't come with a choice. Vassilyovich gave me an order. I had to execute it, or death would be the penalty.
The silhouette of a steel mill emerged in the distance, blurred by the fog.
As I approached the place, the structure loomed above me, a labyrinth of rusted beams and shattered windows. I looked down at the device one more time, a shrill beep confirming that I'd arrived at my destination. Steeling myself, I entered the dark slot cautiously, every step calculated to avoid detection.
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One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]
FanfictionPraxina Chenkov, code name EMBER, is an unstable fugitive Russian girl who is deemed uncanny. For sixteen years, she's fought to bury her dark secrets in the grounds below her, as she operates as a sleeper agent sent from Russia to capture and destr...