Beeps and Buzzes

🦕 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6

　　　

Didn't take long before reuniting with the group, tucked away in a disused warehouse lot.

Eagerly returning to Tessa, who sat dutifully within Drifts alt, Shane seemed like he couldn't get away fast enough. Testament to your lighthearted bullying, hammered home by Bees occasional input. Nothing drastic, at best just teasing. Though he'd deserved it.

By her fathers request, Tessa was forbidden from getting involved beyond stealing basic necessities. Something you considered overkill, even if your views were ever so slightly jilted given the life you'd led. Far as you were concerned, she could be a bit more productive...

Felt really weird that you could claim 'At your age I was already fighting Decepticons and governing authority' point blank, passing any lie detector test. You could even take it one step further by proclaiming you'd once saved the planet from destruction! Which may only be half true, but still true.

Remaining seated, door slightly ajar, simply lounging in silence as you resumed this waiting game. Musical notations soon seeped into your atmosphere, rhythmically tapping your fingers in time to the random melody you were comcocting from pure boredom. Bee gradually began to chip in with a tune vaguely reminiscent of a Theremin, together you occupied yourselves with this trivial activity biding your time till the next phase of the plan.

In due time, Cade was able to send video feedback from within the lab. Grainy, but undeniably Ratchet who's severed head was projected onto Bees roof. That dear old medics lifeless stare bore directly into your very soul, marking it for all eternity.

You wanted to vomit.

Optimus wasn't coping well, transforming specifically to smash something in his moment of grief "they killed Ratchet!" could be heard for miles around, roar loud and fury booming!

I mean. Could've taken it a whole lot worse.

Taking initiative, Bee took the lead as the convoy of Autobots was led towards the KSI building. Optimus pulling up the rear, fury discernible even from way up front.

Grip secure on the wheel, psyching yourself up, unnervingly aware of your responsibilities. You had to protect the new guys, Tessa and Shane, given they were virtually useless! If it weren't so risky, you'd be among the five others to unleash righteous fury upon KSI... alas, your inconsequential presence had better uses as a, ugh, bodyguard.

Humiliating as that was to admit, you've come to accept it.

Suddenly, Bee spun; seconds after a Camaro drove past, with him scanning it eagerly, the whole car interior altered itself into something sleek. No longer were there dials upon the radio, or stiff feeling seats, in fact the height and ambience filled you with a sense of nostalgia.

You didn't hate the TF4 V1, though you couldn't deny he rocked the Camaro look. I mean, come on. It's classic!

Soaking it all in with complete admiration "oh yeah, this brings back memories" hands retaking their former position, finding that even the tiniest detail such as grip texture had been altered.

"Now whose... Old and tired... Huh"

"Definately not you, Mr Badass Car"

Revving in agreement, Bee spurred onwards.

Speeding towards KSI, inches away from the lobby you threw open Bees door and sprung out landing on both feet with rare gracefulness. Scanning for Drift, on sight instantly raising up both arms to wave frantically. Drawing his attention, letting his two passengers bail just as Bee bulldozed through the glass panes.!