space girl | bumblebee

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The group walked down a dark and damp alleyway that led to a metal door. Abigail stayed close to Onyxia and Bumblebee's holoform, holding her sister figure's hand as they approached.

"Do svidaniya," Simmons said once he knocked on the door and a peephole opened to reveal the eyes of a man on the other side.

"That means goodbye," a man on the other side of the door spoke before shutting the peephole.

"Watch this," Simmons mouthed before knocking on the door once more and holding up a wad of cash. The man on the other side took it and opened the door. The group walked in and approached the table where the cosmonauts were sitting at.

"Dutch, give me something tough," Simmons spoke. Dutch flicked through a book that Onyxia assumed was purely for translation. 

"Stay close," Onyxia whispered to Abigail, who didn't need to be told twice. She was practically pressed up against her sister figure.

"B-Baryshnikov," Dutch stuttered, letting out a nervous laugh.

"We do speak English," one of the cosmonauts spoke.

"Dutch, you suck," Simmons scolded his friend.

"It's a Cyrillic alphabet!" Dutch defended himself, "It's like all the buttons you never push on a calculator! I don't suck." Simmons sat at the table with the cosmonauts.

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

"So what?" the other cosmonaut snapped.

"You were supposed to travel to the dark side of the moon, then it all got shut down," Simmons continued, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "Question is, why?"

The interrogating must've pissed off the woman next to the cosmonauts as she started yelling at the woman behind the bar. They had a back-and-forth before the woman beside the cosmonauts pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Simmons. Onyxia immediately went to protect Abigail, pulling the girl behind her. Without another second she had a gun held to her head.

"Onyxia..." Bumblebee spoke slowly, "You get shot, I will never forgive you."

"It's fine," Onyxia whispered, staring at her perpetrator with a stern, threatening glare. "You shoot me and I got a whole army of Autobots up your ass."

A minute passed before Dutch snapped the woman behind the bar's arm and snatched her shotgun, pointing it at anyone who got close to him.

"Dutch, back in the cage," Simmons spoke, which only caused Dutch to point the shotgun at everyone else.

"Control your boy, please. Control your boy," Sam rushed out.

"Stop!" Simmons snapped at Dutch, who seemed to finally snap out of whatever trance he was in. He dropped the guns he was holding.

"I'm so sorry. That is the old me," Dutch spoke.

"What the fuck?" Abigail whispered, eliciting a snort from Onyxia.

"I know, right?" she said.

"Okay, everybody just calm down!" Simmons called. "Lower the heat, lower the guns. Let's relax. World War Two is over."

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The cosmonauts had begun leading the group to a secret part of the bar. Abigail was still practically stuck to Onyxia's side as the girl walked.