Beeps and Buzzes

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Sandwiched between a door and Leo, you remained silent. Hesitant to voice your mounting concerns, despite the gravity of this situation. Somebody famous once said 'If you have nothing, say nothing' buggered if you could remember who though.

Additionally, you didn't have much more than instinct going for you at this point. Relying on good old fashioned common sense, even in ludicrous situations such as now.

What remained consistent was Sam's relentless, unbroken chanting of Jetfire's final message. Solving absolutely nothing, placing a load of preasure onto everybody else to solve it. Hoping to somehow exclaim 'Eureka', fixing everything by magic of sheer coincidence.

It was grating on your last nerves.

Former Agent 'Mr important' bisoed himself with sourcing information ftom old Military Contacts. Wouldn't say who or where ftom, very hush-hush. Up till now that phone had been doing nothing more than sending texts, becoming a surprise saviour as all Sam's monologing came to an adrupt halt.

It run twice, before Simmons answered. Rendering everyone silent with aggressive hand gestures.

"Okay, this is what my old CIA contact says" proclaimed Simmons, phone in hand "Agent Simari, global gabba... and the Dagger Tip"

"It's Dagger's Tip" Sam patronised.

"It's part of the Red Sea, besides Egypt and New York. It's like the tip of a blade. Okay, 29 half degrees North, 35 east. Here it is..." showcasing a map to Sam, who performed a quick study of it.

Unable to see shit, without headphones or any means of entertainment, you forced yourself to stare longingly out the window.

Right now, you'd be in class...

God you miss it.

"Okay first thing we do is get Optimus to the Dagger's Tip" concluded the semi-official leader of this misfit group, attention locking onto a never ending road. Sam was getting progressively more irritable, a sentiment that everyone else shared by now.

Leo leant forwards, invading their space "how are we gonna get him halfway across the world?" good enough question, considering how a large robot would raise suspicion among the general populace.

"I'm going to make a call" Simmons refused to elaborate whilst you shifted in order to get comfortable. Head smushed so close to the glass, it wasn't difficult to gaze into Bees wing mirror. Less do when the not personally adjusted it, tilting it in such a way to investigate something coming from behind.

Brows scrunched, lips parting, closing adruptly before somehow managing to swivel round without any intrusion upon your fellow seatmates.

Cops.

"Like... Totally hate to interrupt, but we've got Cops on out tail. Might be important" any dumbass could tell a cop car from a regular SUV.

You'd like to think it was your positive  identifaction that lead Bee to speed up. Or it may have been Sam's over eagerness to avoid any if not all potential confrontations from the law.

Panicking, fearful eyes tracking your unwanted escort, Leo's voice gained a couple of octaves "I can't go to prison guys!!"

"No. They'd beat you up. They'd beat me up, Sam and Simmons too," nodding vaguely in Mikaelas direction "she's going to injure somebody on the first day. She'll survive"

Hitting new terrain, cobblestones of a village with streets just wide enough for cars to pass through comfortably. Daring to look back, finding an increasingly larger gap between yourselves and the law.