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...
"Okay, here's what my CIA contact says. Ancient Sumerians used to call the Gulf of Aqaba the 'Dagger's Tip'." Simmons announces after he hangs up his phone. "That's the Dagger's Tip." Sam nods, "It's part of the Red Sea. Divides Egypt and Jordan like the tip of a blade. 29.5 degrees north, 35 east. Here it is." Simmons goes on. "First thing we've got to do is get Optimus to the Dagger's Tip." I order, "How are you gonna get him halfway around the world?" Leo questions. I smirk over to Simmons, "We're gonna make a call." I snark.
My heart leaps when the sounds of sires suddenly blares in my ears, "We got cops... Whoa!" Sam warns, "I know, I know..." I mumble look in the mirror. "I can't go to prison, guys." Leo whimpers, "Tracy, we got to get off this road and lay low." Simmons urges, irritation spikes in my chest, "Don't call me that." I spit, turning Bee's to point him in a different direction of town. Bumblebee takes over and swiftly pulls into an alley. "Everyone out!" I yelp, jumping out and hiding in an alcove. Everyone jumps to hide as the bots transform and hide on top of the buildings.
I hold my breath as the sirens swiftly move past us, "Man, stupid cops! Ah-ha-ha!" Mudflap laughs as he nearly falls off the building. I let out a sigh watching Bumblebee catch and hold onto him by his foot so he doesn't hit the ground, "This is what's called blending in like a ninja." Skid laughs, "Shut up or I'll blend my fist in your face." Mudflap grumbles. "Hey you two." I warn up at them as Bee slowly lowers Mudflap to the ground, "Yes ma'am." They tease together. Bumblebee doesn't even hesitate to knock his fists against the back of their heads.
"They're gone." Mikaela confirms, "Okay, we're running out of time. I gotta make the call to Lennox—" I start. "You're on the Worldwide Wanted List. Try calling one base, they'll track you here in seconds. CIA is all over this place!" Simmons cuts off, I quirk my eyebrow at him, "You're gonna call." I point out. "Oh. Okay. That's a good idea." Simmons nods, "Good." I agree, "I mean, I just had my mind on other things—" Simmons rambles as I push him over to the nearest phone. "Like winding up in an Egyptian prison." He continues as I try my hardest not to sock him in the mouth.
"Don't be like the last dumbass to give out exact information on an open transmission. Give them codes, Lennox is smart enough to know what you'll mean." I warn as I give Simmons the number to the base. The man nods as we both wait nervously as the phone rings, "Lennox, I'm with the kids. The kids. You know, the one with the attitude, and your brat right? We need the truck. The truck. We got a possible resurrection going on over here. You're not gonna believe where we are. Code Tut, as in King Tutankhamen. Back of a one dollar bill. Coordinates for airdrop, 29.5 north, 34.88 east. Write it down. Write it." Simmons whispers into the phone.
I jump when I look back and see a masked man heading right to us, tapping Simmons shoulder he turns and sees the same man. "Oh my God. I got to go. Okay. Heat comes." He mumbles before hanging up the phone, "Whoa, wait, who are you?" Sam questions when the man gets too close. I jump when Simmons slams the phone down so hard it falls off the post. "Wait! It's me! Leo! Me! Leo! Leo! Leo! Cops are coming right now. We need to go!" Leo whispers, pulling back the scarf over his face, "Move, move, move, move. Let's go." Sam rushes as he pushes all of us to run.
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I hold my breath in an effort not to scream as Simmons and Sam repeat the riddle back to each other for the millionth time. Holding on to Bee's wheel brings only so much comfort. "That's what he said. You know what that means?" Simmons questions, "No, what does it mean?" Sam asks in return, "I have no idea." the older man concludes. "Jesus fucking christ!" I mumble banging my head against Bee's wheel. "Don't you worry, don't you worry—Babyyy—" The radio sings, I can't help the smile that spreads across my face.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. Checkpoint. Checkpoint. I don't have my passport." Leo panics from the back seat. Bee comes to a stop as the officer yells passports, "They got cameras at the top." I mumble glancing up through the window. "All right, chill. This is espionage now. I can handle it. These are my people." Simmons whispers as the officer comes down from his post, "Yeah?" Wheelie questions from Mikaela's lap. "I'm one-thirty-sixth Arab." Simmons informs. "Well shit, we're saved." I grumble, my eyes widen when I see how short the officer is. "Oh great, a frickin' munchkin. Little people are mean. Tell him he's tall." Wheelie offers, "Don't make me come back there Wheelie." I whisper.
I swallow hard watching the man drag a finger down Bee's side all the way to Simmons window. "Ashu-fanah... The Dagger's... Tip? Right? Egypt, Jordan. We want to go there. Me and my family. This is my family. This is my niece—" Simmons points to me and I have to hold in my growl, "My son and my other son, my daughter. We're tourists, from New York." He continues to lie. "New York?" The officer recognizes, "Yes. Yes." Simmons nods with a smile. "Fifty kilometers." The officer points out in front of us, "You look like the guy that runs my falafel stand. Thank you very much." Simmons waves as Bee inches us forward. "New York!" The officer yells again, "I know. I know you from somewhere." Simmons nods along, "Go Yankees!" He cheers just before we fully pull away. "Really Niece?" I scoff over to Simmons, "What? Would you rather be my daughter?" The man grumbles, "I'd sooner hand myself over to Megatron." I hiss.
