Book One of the Transformers Film Series
The fate of humanity is at stake when an ancient struggle between two Cybertronian races, the heroic Autobots and the evil Decepticons, bring their war to Earth. These robotic beings have the ability to chan...
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Maggie and her team as well as the other analysts were still trying to figure out who or what their country was up against. She knew that the Secretary of Defense told her, but she needed to get the proof to make everyone see that they are facing something much bigger, before they make a terrible mistake. But then, she had an idea. She thought of one person who might help.
Maggie: "There's only one hacker in the world who can break this code." She muttered to herself.
When no one was looking, as the rest of her team, Maggie made a copy of the data of the frequency. When it was done, she sneaked it into her compact mirror and pretended to apply make up on her face. Then she closed it and decided to go to an old friend of hers when it was time to leave.
Sometime after she left the Pentagon, Maggie walked in a fast pace down the sidewalk. She crossed the street and a Ford Crown Victoria taxi.
Maggie: "Hey!" She called out to the taxi, holding her hand up. "Hey, hey, hey! Wait! Wait!" She got out of the way of the taxi and it pulled to a stop next to her.
Moments later, Maggie smiled as she saw a house that was near a suspension bridge come nearer and nearer as the taxi pulled to a stop on the curb. This is the house of Glen Whitmann, a friend of Maggie's, and a professional hacker and computer technician.
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She paid the driver and got hastily, knocking her head against the weatherstrip with a small help. Maggie shut the door quickly and rushed to the house, jumping up to the steps and stopping against the door with a quick knock. The door opens to a large African-American with short black hair wearing light green t-shirts, and short yellow pajama bottoms. Maggie went in without permission, holding her hand up.
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