Beeps and Buzzes

🌒 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7

　　　

Bee had gone AWOL. This bothered you a great deal - you needed him right now, selfish as that sounded.

Nobody would tell you why he and the other Autobots had vanished. Instead, evading you completely with noncommittal shrugs. Something fishy was going on.

You wouldn't be so concerned (they were giant robots for crying out loud!) if tensions weren't so high and humans might opt to do something stupid.

Without a phone to make contact (abandoned at home), you instead settled for a direct approach.

Tracking down Director Mearing, a feat in itself given how few people gave you the time of day, accompanied by Sam. approaching them. The first thing brought to your attention was Sam's erratic hand movements, wearing a Rolex watch you were confident he couldn't afford.

Weasling into the conversation just as Sam pulled a strained expression, wrist clutched tight. Flashing a look of concern towards him, clearly there was something wrong with this scene, all the red flags waving merrily anytime you eyeballed his latest accessory.

It didn't fit the picture. Sam could never dream to afford it, for starters. You believed the saying was 'poor as dirt'.

"I have underestimated you at every turn" Mearing resumed, briefly acknowledging your existence.

Sam looked up, voice edging on a cry of pain "ugh... What?"

"you warned us that they were using humans, and you knew that Sentinel was the key"

Adruptly summoned, with great strides Mearing swiftly relocated to the opposite side. Sam gestured to her as you resumed staring down his strange watch shamelessly. He then leant over onto the table "Well, I mean, who am I? you're the expert. I'm just the walking security risk-"

Sam sucked in sharply, a buzz fizzing in the air. Proceeding to roll across the table, miraculously not breaking anything, winding up on the other side looking ruffled.

Skirting around the makeshift media monitoring centre (one assumed), impressed by how everybody seemed to hold composure over the sudden parkour stunt and very obvious distress Sam was exhibiting.

"Are you alright?" Mearing looked at him, quite exasperated.

Your hand reached out for the watch, hoping to inspect it, barely able to make contact before receiving a jolt of electricity. Quickly retracting your fingers, surprised by this blatant attack. Decepticons?

Taking a cue from your failure to speak up about your distrust of Sentinel, you opted to linger close by. Not knowing if this thing was going to murder somebody, or on standby for something that would come to change things on a large scale.

Red faced, stiff, Sam spat out a sharp "yes"

"No you're not. Your sweating"

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Sam said after a beat "I'm sweating because I'm nervous. I'm nervous because you've got me with this information and I'm a Twitter Junkie. I blog everything, can't keep a secret to save my life -"

Mearing, having attempted to speak over him and failing, was once again called for by an employee. Seconds after she left, as you rotate your wrist as a majority of the pins and needles had dissipated.