"Wait, so you're telling me that is THE Sam Witwicky?"
Ray Lark was a normal teenager until a trip to the movie theater brought her to another world-to the Transformer World.
Now Ray and her boyfriend, Noah, are about to go on the adventure of their...
"Mirage!" My eyes widened in shock as I watched the silver autobot pick himself off the ground. "You're here!"
"Sure, I am!" He grinned, putting his metal hands on his hips. "Ready to serve and protect!"
I giggled at his fake 'official tone'. Then Noah spoke up from beside me. "Where have you been? Were you with the other autobots?"
The autobot waved that thought aside, "Pff, no I was on WAY more exciting business."
Optimus spoke up before the autobot could go on a long bragging rant. "I sent Mirage to keep an eye on the target while we prepare to put the second part of our plan into action."
"target?" Noah's eyes widened slightly.
"Plan?" I added, equally confused.
Should we tell them? Looking at Optimus Prime, Bumblebee beeped as he tilted his head thoughtfully. I was still awed at how I could understand him.
"Please tell us!" Pleadingly, I turned to Optimus Prime. My hands clasped together and I bit my lip. "We can help you!"
Optimus Prime was silent for a moment. Then he added, almost as if more to himself than to us. "The Primes had a reason for sending you here. Perhaps this is why."
That was enough of a yes for me. Jumping up and down I squealed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Noah and I were once again being able to unite with the autobots and save the world! Nothing could go wrong, right?
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"Bumblebee is now in position,"
Optimus Prime's voice crackled over Mirage's radio.
"I can see him," I put in, from where I was sitting in the driver's seat inside Mirage. Mirage was parked in one of the rows of used cars that were a part of Bobby B's Auto Lot.
Noah leaned back in the passenger seat "Yeah Bee's parked in the third row over." He put his hands inside the front pocket of his gray sweatshirt. "So the plan is to make sure Sammy Wittyjerk buys Bee?"
I frowned at my boyfriend. What the heck? "His name is Samuel J. Witwicky! You know that."
Noah shrugged offhandedly, avoiding my gaze as he looked back out the window. "Eh whatever."
"Okay...." I raised one eyebrow, puzzled by the boy's actions.
"Uh guys," Mirage spoke up, startling me, as his voice came through the radio. I had almost forgotten I was sitting inside him. "Isn't that him?"
Eagerly I gazed out the front window. A few feet away a dark green convertible pulled into the used car lot. I saw two men seated in front. One, the driver, looked to be in his forties or fifties-being more stout and older looking. The passenger was a slim young man who I realized to be the one and only "target" we had come for.
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