[ Our Calamity ] A TFP Shockwave x OC Fanfic

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Autobot Base, Nevada : Hanger E : [07:10 hours]

"You mean to tell me some lobster-lovin' country bumpkins in Maine just... TOOK a Decepticon!?" Agent Fowler's furious yell bounced off the walls of the Autobot hanger.

The morning after Prowl and Smokescreen's patrol, Agent Fowler was briefed on their findings and assumptions of Shockwave's current whereabouts back at Hanger E. Optimus and the rest of the bots were present for the briefing, except for the Wreckers, which were dispatched on energon retrieval. Prowl had only spoken with this human once before, and his berating, despite his small size, was beginning to boil his circuits. He stood on a platform to meet his height, but he glared down at the small being. Two men stood beside Fowler in full military gear didn't even spare a glance at Prowl, but Fowler didn't waver for a second from his glare.

"Sir, it's just speculative, but I don't have any other conclusion. There was no sign of any other Decepticons on the scene." Prowl growled.

"What if M.E.C.H. is back? They could be scavenging bodies again for another one of their puppets." Arcee suggested as she listened to the briefing. Bumblebee buzzed harshly and his door wings flapped at remembering when they took his T-cog.

"The chances of that are slim to none. We had operatives investigate their whereabouts when they suddenly went quiet after CILAS joined the deceptions. Turns out, all direct M.E.C.H. agents were blown to bits by CILAS himself." Explained Fowler.

"So our only suspects are just some random humans?" Prowl asked.

"Civilians," Fowler corrected him, "Civilians that I don't want you bots to be contacting any more of! We got enough people 'round here that know you exist."

Ironhide was listening from a berth he was resting on and cut in, "How do ya' suggest we handle this then, tiny?"

Fowler's eyes only narrowed as he scoffed. "It is Agent Fowler to you—two ton—and you 'bots won't be handling any of this."

The Autobots shared a glance of confusion. Optimus spoke, "Agent Fowler, are you deeming our involvement as unneeded?"

"Not unneeded, but you'll be taking a backseat on this assignment. Meet Agent Jack Burns of Sector 7, a secret government agency, which deals with extraterrestrial threats—like our Decepticon fugitive." Fowler nodded to one of the men at his side.

The man that stepped forward was large, taller than Fowler. He had a deep scowl and a long scar on the side of his face. He kept his lips pursed tight as he only gave a nod and held his chin high to the Autobots. He met Prowl's equally gruff scowl and didn't cower from him behind black sunglasses.

Fowler continued, "Agent Burns and his men will be leading the hunt. Sector 7 was the same force that found you 'bots when you first arrived to Earth, remember?"

Acree scoffed and folded her servoes, "We remember things differently."

"You're forgetting one thing, what about Shockwave?" Smokescreen asked.

Fowler looked to the blue and yellow mech with his new colors, "Technically, these civilians don't even know what he is if his lights are out—as you assume—so these civilians are not yet compromised. If he becomes a problem, then Agent Burns will deal with the civilians and you'll have your leave to deal with Shockwave."

"But what if he becomes a problem before it's too late?" Prowl said tilting his helm and crossing his arms.

"That won't happen." Burns cut in. He spoke like he swore to his words. Fowler nodded to him.

"Agent Burns and his men are some of our best. They'll give you a call you if you're needed." Said Fowler.

Optimus spoke, "I do not feel secure leaving Shockwave to the responsibility of your men, despite their experience. He is dangerous, and I would heavily advise they should work with an escort as a first response. An escort under disguise so cover is not blown and the operation remains covert."

"Who are you volunteering then?" Fowler asked.

Optimus looked to Prowl.

Prowl's glare at Fowler broke and his face fell, "You can't be serious."