Life as many knew it was simple, life as very few knew was chaotic and one wrong choice away from the end of the world. Following the path her father had left behind led Trace down a lot of rabbit holes, ones that left her digging herself out no mat...
"Motherfucker." I huff looking up at the chopper in the sky. I run to Bumblebee on first instinct watching him transform into a car before sliding across the hood as he swings the door open for me, I throw myself inside as he takes off. I look through the windows for Sam and Mikaela but see no signs of them. "Captain —Has'em." Bumblebee informs, "Then let's go give them a lift." I encourage. Bumblebee drifts and turns to Optimus's location, I keep a look out through the window. "They're under the bridge, oh shit! OH SHIT BEE!" I squeal as in those seconds Mikaela and Sam are falling from the bridge and Bumblebee is shifting to catch them.
I scream as Bumblebee goes sliding across the concrete with me holding onto his helm with Sam and Mikaela in his hands. "Good—Good catch Bee." I whisper leaning my head against his. He doesn't get to comment as we're suddenly surrounded. We got to our feet but before we could move any further Bumblebee had cables being shot at him. "NO!" I scream running over to him. Bumblebee struggles as I grab hold of the cables and pull, "Come on Bee! Come on!" I beg pulling and trying to untangle the cables. I screech when I'm pulled back, throwing my elbow into the nearest person and I feel it connect. Turning sharply I kick them in the gut and they fall on their ass. Another person runs at me but I throw the first punch before shoving them away from Bee.
"STOP IT!" I scream as people suddenly circle in, I'm grabbed by two men and shoved to the ground. I twist and turn, throwing my legs and feet at them before trying to flip over. One more man comes over to hold me down as I'm promptly cuffed and pulled up. "BUMBLEBEE!" I scream, I hear a whirl of panic from the robot as I'm being dragged away, I eventually have no choice but to go with them and they bring me right to Simmons. "Happy to see me again?" He smirks, invading my personal bubble. I glare and throw my head forward. I felt my head connect with his and we both groan in pain as I'm roughly pulled away, "Suck my fucking dick." I grin back at him as he holds his nose.
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My eyes flicker between the additional people in the helicopter, "So..." Sam starts with the female he's across from, "What did they get you for?" She questions, almost joking. "Uh- I bought a car. Turned out to be an alien robot." He answers honestly, I watch their expressions flood with shock, "Who knew?" Sam joked. "And what about you?" She then turns to me, "I'm just an alien hunter, the asshole running this program is an old friend of my dad's who killed him when he suddenly quit said program and now I'm just here to fuck his whole life up in every way possible." I spill out. They all blink in confusion, "Was that like... your end goal of all this bullshit?" Sam questions, I shrug, "Just think of it as a really fun side quest for bonus points." I hum out.
"So is your whole family full of crazy or..." Mikaela pipes in, "You know, I always get asked if my family has ever suffered from mental illnesses, but I always tend to say that we seem to enjoy it." I comment offhandedly. No one says anything else the rest of the ride. We land on Hoover's dam, built specifically for purposes regarding Sector Seven. When we're being brought to the entrance, we're greeted by fucking Simmons.
"Hey, kids. I think we got off to a bad start, huh? Except Tracy, we're always on the wrong foot. You must be hungry? You want a latte? Ho-Ho? Double venti macchiato?" He points to me before going back to Sam. Sam looks at me, "So you mean to tell me your real name is Tracy?" He questions, "It's Trace, just Trace, and I'm not admitting to anything." I hiss. "Get back to the fucking point Sam." I remind, "Where's my car?" Sam then questions, "Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. People can die here. We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now." A man in a suit all but begs. "Okay. But first, I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down. Oh, and her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever." Sam bargins, "Come with me. We'll talk about your car." The suitman sighs. Mikaela whispers a small 'thank you' to the boy as she follows behind him. "Man's an extortionist." Simmons gruffs, "You mean a bluffer, kid barely knows shit." I snort following the group.
