"In the years since our arrival, our new home has seen much change. Energon Detectors guard it's cities now. Long range defense systems watch the skies. Now we assist our human allies in solving human conflict. To prevent Mankind from bringing harm to itself".
Agent Fowler was always in charge of the Autobots on U.S. soil. Now his position has long been promoted by Defense Secretary John Keller. He observed the computer monitors with Ratchet as N.E.S.T. Marines and Army soldiers patrolled the base. Him and the Autobots have long moved away from their hidden interior canyon base, and moved to a top secret U.S. Air Force Base. Over the years more Autobots have arrived on Earth. He kept his list. -Ultra Magnus -Windblade -Ironhide -Mirage -Sideswipe -Novastar -Strongarm He eyed the screens on the newest scout, Mirage, as he led the latest mission. For some reason, he found himself strangely attracted to Strongarm and Windblade...
-Middle East, Illegal Nuclear Site
The guards stood on stand by, business as usual... until 4 fancy cars literally rushed past the gate in a giant metal metamorphosis. They all screamed in panic as Mirage quickly and non lethally pinned them on the ground. Mirage took the point and incapacitated the human guards as carefully as he could (and fooling them with 3 holograms of himself) while the others-Wheeljack, Bumblebee, and Sideswipe, respectively—were still in stealth mode.
Truthfully, they could have simply stormed the gates in their robot forms, smashing the barriers underfoot and reveling in their superiority. But there was no reason to pull out all the stops if it wasn't necessary.
"Like killing a mosquito with an elephant gun," Mirage said, aiming his arm cannon at the guards. "Wu- Tang is in the building baby! I admit a tad overkill here, but come on, guys I picked the right alt mode right?" One guard gently raised his hand. "I do like classic cars, s-sir". "Dude, that is awesome. I wish we were friends yo. By the way-" he radioed the other 3.
"We're in, Mirage," Wheeljack said. "Let's inform them of the consequences of violating global sanctions, shall we?" Within seconds, as the guards watched goggle-eyed, the rest of the disguised cars assumed their robotic forms. Accessing his arsenal, Wheeljack produced his twin katanas, and tossed Sideswipe his new twin guns.
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"Here, Sides," he said convivially. "Might be a bit spicy. They're fresh out of R&D. Thanks to Ironhide".
"I'll thank him when we get back," Sideswipe said.
Bumblebee activated his hand cannon. He eyed his latest cannon updates with curiosity, while Sideswipe cradled his as he would an infant. A very large, lethal infant that could inflict untold damage upon anything it was aimed at. Then he swung them around and took aim at the facility. His onboard sensors swept it and found an unpopulated section. He pulled the triggers along with Bumblebee, and the cannons hammered the east wing. Brick and mortar flew, and a gigantic belch of flame leaped skyward.
It was all the incentive that the remaining workers in the facility required. They came tearing out in all directions, screaming, their arms raised over their heads, making no attempt to seem as if they were planning to put up a fight. That suited the Autobots just fine; it was impossible to teach human beings a lesson if they were all dead. The more survivors there were to inform the Iranian government of the ultimate folly of its actions, the better off everyone would be.
The Autobots set to work with a vengeance, and within minutes the entire facility had been reduced to rubble. And just before they left, Mirage turned to the two guards, who had not moved from the spot where they had fallen. "See? Not long at all, bro. Have a nice day," he said. The guards, who didn't understand him but would have agreed to anything, nodded.
Mirage, Sideswipe, Bumblebee and Wheeljack rolled out back to base. "Agent Fowler," Wheeljack radioed. "How'd we do?" Fowler smiled. "I couldn't have done it any better. Good job soldiers." "Alright what plane we taking this time, Fowler?" Mirage chimed in on the radio. "Doesn't matter what, I just need first class, cause I got long ass legs". Agent Fowler chuckled silently. He was slowly liking this guy.
"We work in secret teams on various missions around the globe, and all the while, we search for signs...of our true enemies return."
