Snipers and Swords (an Oc X Drift X Crosshairs story.) (please read dsc!!!)

Chapter 7: Meatbag.

Okay....but the title will make sense later.......I swear- hehehehehehe

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"And here we have a Chevy Chevelle. Over here we have.."

"That's enough, I can look on my own thank you." Said a bossy woman as she completely cut off the salesman. Sira was not one to be told what cars were what. She also wasn't one for wasting time and energy waiting on a salesman to walk her through the most expensive cars they had. Sira was look for something that she could put in the last spot in her garage, and it wasn't getting any easier. In fact she was positi-

"What is a Koenigsegg doing here? Especially an Agera. That's out of place."
Sira walked around the car, noticing how low they had priced the car. It was almost like someone took the price tag off the Toyota besides the Agera. Sira was, to say the least, confused, and impressed. Looking at the shiny paint, beautiful light blue accents, and sleek body model. This was the car, the one that was going to fill the empty space in her heart, and in her garage. So, Sira bought it, and had it towed to her house, far, far away from much civilization.

Once Sira got the car to her house, and in her garage, she called up her favorite inventor, Kade Yeager, a longtime friend of hers that she had known since highschool. Once she called him up, she got into her Toyota Camry, and drove the whole ten minutes to his house. Once there, she told him about the new car, and told him that she had some extra money laying around that she could give him, too which he declined.

"You always decline my hospitality, you know your daughter would have taken one thousand in a heartbeat." Sira walked around his "Laboratory" as she spoke, looking at a few of the inventions.

"Yeah well, I would like to earn it myself, makes it feel more worth it."
Cade was focusing on a few touch ups on his "Guard Dog" which had exploded in a blaze of sparks when Sira arrived, pretty sure you could hear the screams from thirty yards away.

"Mhm, well, like I always say, I'm here if ya need me Cade. Same goes for your daughter, which might I say, has a incredible sense of fashion."

Cade snorted at Sira's response. "Incredible sense of fashion? Her shorts shrink by the day. Isn't that what hookers wear?"

"Cade she's just being a teenager. You already took half her life away with the 'No dating' rule. How is she going to find anyone ever if she's not allowed to date and find her type."

"Sira, don't start, we both know that this is a no dating household. I don't date, she doesn't date. Hell even you don't date, and you don't live here."

Sira snorted, rolling her eyes. "You know that men don't like women who know more about cars then they do. Besides, I'll date when I find someone that doesn't want me for my body and money."

Sira sat on a small couch near a cooler. Her long, brown hair cascading down her shoulders, her legs crossed. She looked like she owned the place.

"Well, I'm sure many men like women who know how to take a car all the way apart, then rebuild it. I mean, who doesn't want a woman that can change a tire in an minute flat?"

"Cade, you should hear yourself sometimes."

Sira sighed, getting up. She had been there for a few hours now, she had been there so long, that she had watched Cade's daughter get upset at him for not eating. Which led Sira to join in on the lecturing, well before his daughter left.

"Well, thanks for having me over, you need to come over to my place more though, help me fix up a few things." Sira smiled at Cade warmly as she stood next to her driver side door, her hand against the door handle.

"Maybe I will, would also like to see the new car ya got. Just remember, you are always welcome here. Also drive safe, I know how much you love to speed down these backroads."

Sira gave a breathy giggle, opening the driver door and sitting down, shutting the door before rolling the window down. "I'll be fine, don't worry about me. I'll come by tomorrow to help Tessa with her studies. Cya Cade."

And with that, Cade said a final goodbye, and Sira drove out of his plot, making her way back home in five minutes.

Once inside, Sira took a large elevator down to her garage, going to check for any repairs on the Agera.

"Alright, let's get to work, can't waste the lovely night away now can we?"

Sira worked for hours, fixing any dents, washing the car twice, cleaning the inside, waxing every inch of the exterior, buffing the finish, and then polishing the wood in the interior.
After a few good minutes of admiring her work, and making sure she got everything on the list, she heaved a sigh. She had forgotten to check for any loose wiring, which was probably the longest process in the final touch ups.

Everything seemed in place, well, that was until she found some wiring, that wasn't supposed to be there, so Sira did what she could to figure out where it belonged. After a little, she gave the wire a frustrated tug, which caused the car to jerk forward, revv it's engine, and somehow talk.

"Oi! What the hell did you do-!"

The scream the Sira admitted from her vocal cords was enough to make any human deaf in a heartbeat.

"Why the Fuck can you talk!?!"

"Uhh, I'm not talking, ur just uh...hearing things. Yeah."

"The fuck I am. Oh god you're one of those, those, transformer things."

"Things? Rude to living beings much?"

"Oh gosh stop talking!"

"Fine fine, pest."

"Pest?!? I ought to take a screwdriver to your paint!"

"You do that, and I will shoot you into liquid."

Sira, now had her back against a wall, sitting down, her knees to her chest, as she stared at the car in front of her. Her eyes were wide with panic and shock.

"You won't hurt me right?"

Scythe scoffed through her radio. "Not unless I need too. Names Scythe. I'm an Autobot."

"Scythe..? Wait, weren't you the other bot who was pulled from The Ark? When Sentinel was brought to earth?"

"Yeah, why does that matter meatbag?"

"I worked with N.E.S.T. Y'know the team who fought with the Autobots? You were the one who put the final bullet in Sentinel's wretched spark, right?"

"Maybe."

"That's not an answer."

"Well who said I was giving answers? I'm not a cheat sheet meatbag."

"What- no- and stop calling me meatbag!"

"No thanks, Meatbag."

"Ugh."

Sira stood, walking quickly to her elevator, while turning the lights off in the massive garage.

"Aye meatbag, where are you going?"

Sira grunted, standing in the elevator now.
"To bed! Not that you need to know. You better be here in the morning."

"Sure, meatbag."

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Aight, well that's chapter seven. Ima try to post two more chapters tonight, but first, I need a Poptart.

Cya soon peeps.

1187 words without A/N

-Glitch and Kayla