Dark Of The Moon || Optimus Prime

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

We went inside Simmons car but Bee, Dino and Sideswipe drove closer to us. I didn't like the idea about wearing a fancy suit.

"Nah, i'm not wearing that." I said.

"You need to. You wanna die right after you step in?" Simmons asked.

I looked at him.

"Even the jacket." Simmons threw it at me and i sighed.

"Fine." I said.

"Going to a gig on the hunt for two Russians cosmonauts. Nothing like driving in a Mayback. Germans know how yo make cars, let me tell you." Simmons said.

Dutch drove next to some building and we looked outside.

"My Dutchman, former NSA cybersleuth extraordinaire, tracked them down here." Simmons said.

"Very impressive, Dutch." I said.

"Thank you." He said proudly.

"So, these cosmonauts went into hiding. Why?" Simmons asked

"Bingo, i got a match." Dutch said and pointed three people outside.

"You're a German Shepherd, Dutch." Simmons said.

We stood up and Simmons looked the guns and almost threw one at me but i caught it.

"The thing about Russians is, they never like to talk. It's gonna take alittle of the international language." Simmons said.

Sam looked terrified.

Simmons leaded us behind some door and knocked on it.

Someone opened the little hatch and then Simmons said something in Russian.

"That means good-bye." The man said to Simmons and closed the hatch.

Simmons mouthed something to us but then tried to knock the door again and they opened the hatch again. Simmons offered some money to the man and he took it and he let us in.

It was like some kind of club full of russians.

We walked in front of some table and man there stared us.

"Dutch, give me something tough." Simmons said to Dutch who looked the dictionary.

Dutch sighed.

"Baryshnikov." Dutch said.

"We do speak English." The man said from the other side of the table.

"Dutch, you suck." Simmons said to Dutch.

"It's a Cyrillic alphabet. It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator!" Dutch said.

"You did well." I said to him and then i walked behind Simmons.

"Agent Seymot Simmons, Sector Eight, formerly Seven. We know who you are, cosmonautchiks." Simmons said.

"So what?" The man at the end of the table asked.

"You were supposed to travel to the dark side of the moon, then it all got shut down. The question is, why?" Simmons asked.

The woman on the table said something in Russia and then she started to yell something to the other woman behind the counter,

"Can my child smoke in here?" Dutch tried to translate her.

The women started to yell eachother and it just get louder.

Suddenly the woman on the table pointed a gun towards Simmons. The other woman took a gun under the counter and pointed it at Dutch. I took my gun and pointed one of the man on my right side and one of the man pointed at Sam.