One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

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Ember

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I jetted on the way home to Jasper at Godspeed. Yes, I was a little scratched up, covered in splotches of blood, and was currently on the receiving end of insanity, but I was pleased to say that I wasn't coming back empty-handed this time. This time, I was packing a briefcase containing launch codes for a global nuclear assault. In other words, with me, I was carrying the Autobots' doom. And I couldn't help the wicked smile on my face when I thought of how smoothly this plan was coming together. 

As the jet touched down with a smooth landing, the omnipresent voice of Zara, boomed inside and out of the cabin.

"Welcome back, Praxina. The mansion is pleased to see you return," 

I stood and moved towards the exit as the cabin door hissed open, and descended the metal steps into the cool night air that tossed my scarlet hair and reddened my nose. 

I made my way across the tarmac, rounding the corner that led to the expansive south lawn of the estate. The steel gates loomed ahead, and as I approached, they began to quaver and then parted, allowing me passage. I strode through and then waited as the front door of the mansion, an imposing structure of dark wood and wrought iron, swung open seemingly of its own accord. 

"Welcome home, Praxina," Zara repeated as I stepped inside. The door closed behind me with a series of clicks and I barely paused to acknowledge the greeting. 

"Открой все ворота, двери и преграды," I commanded sternly in Russian.

"Как прикажете," 

I began to pace through the grand foyer, and as I did, every door, gate, and barrier within the mansion opened automatically, clearing the path. I moved with purpose, entering the study I was in the other night, the night I talked with that mysterious voice in the forest. The lighting adjusted to my presence, casting a warm glow over the room. There was a large mahogany desk, and shelves lined with ancient tomes and modern volumes. I sat down at the desk, drumming my fingers lightly on its surface.

"Open the United States Pentagon database," I switched to English. 

"Initiating protocol," Zara replied.

The monitor embedded in the desk flickered to life, displaying the Pentagon's classified database. I leaned forward, eyes narrowing as I took in the sight. A password prompt appeared on the screen.

"Override," 

A flurry of digital sounds filled the room as Zara's advanced algorithms went to work. Within moments, the password barrier was bypassed, and the database lay open before me.

"We're in," Zara confirmed.

"Good," I said, voice steady. "Can you do a quick search for the nuclear football? I want to know what I'm really dealing with." I want to know if carrying a nuclear briefcase that could detonate with any accidental activation was the right idea. With a portion of the president's power- in my hand- I could do a whole lot of damage. 

I had the power to destroy the world at will. 

With your powers or with this? 

The AI's processors whirred with activity as it conducted a thorough search. The room fell silent, save for the faint hum of electronics. My heartbeat quickened as I waited, each second stretching into an eternity. And during that time frame, my fingers absentmindedly drummed against the nuclear briefcase I already had.