YN LN is a young adult when life from the stars crash down to his planet. Now he is thrown into a intergalactic war between the Autobots and the Decepticons. Will he help them beat back the darkness or will his world fall?
The teens run down stairs and Sam spots his backpack. He sprints over to it and digs through it and he finds the glasses. After a few moments of searching he found his case containing the glasses.
Sam: Oh, yes...
Yn: You got them?
Sam: (shows glasses) Got them.
Mikala: Great... By the way your Mom is super nice.
Sam: Alright, I want you two to distract my parents while I slip out back and give them these.
While the teens were talking a certain pair of prying eyes were watching them. Little did they know that during the fight between Bumblebee and Barricade the con known as Frenzy had transformed into Mikala's phone and hid amongst her bag. His probe ducks down before it could be seen. Then the doorbell begins to ring rapidly at the front of the house.
Yn: What the hell?
Ron walks down the stairs and opens the door. He is greeted by a federal agent.
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Simmons: Ronald Witckey?
Ron: It's Witwicky. Who are you?
Simmons: Were the government. (Pulls out badge) Sector 7.
Ron: (shrugs) Never heard of it.
Simmons: Never will. Your sons the great grandson of Archibald Witckey is he not?
Ron: It's Witwicky.
Simmons: May I enter the premise (steps forward) sir?
Ron takes a few moments before he let's the agents inside.
Jude: Ron! There's guys all over the yard.
Ron: What the heck is going on?
Simmons: Your son filled a stolen car report last night. We think it's involved in a national security matter.
Jude: There tearing into my rose bushes!?
The three teens then walk into the living room.
Sam: What is this?
The federal agents turn towards them.
Simmons: How you doing son? Is your name Sam?
Sam: Yeah?
Simmons: Well I need you to come with us.
Ron steps in front of the teens before Simmons could reach them.
Ron: You are way out of line.
Simmons: Sir I am asking, politely. Back off.
Ron: Your not taking my son or his friends.
Simmons: Are you threating to get rough with us?
Ron: No, but I am going to call the cops. Something fishey is going on around here!
