Infected

Chapter 49

Unknown POV

"Where we followed?" The sky-blue seeker flew below me.

"No! We weren't!" My eldest brother spun around us as we flew.

"Perfect! We'll swing by the last place I saw them, where the camera was." I tilt my wings and fly south.

"And when Uncle gets back from his recon flight?" The blue seeker flew about our older brother.

"He shouldn't notice at first. Sire and Carrier are busy so they didn't notice anything was up, or at least they shouldn't. The medic doesn't know we left, and Godsire shouldn't suspect anything anyways."

"Shouldn't?" My flying falters.

"Shouldn't. Sire is a menace by all definitions, and Godsire was a warlord. Carrier is practically Wonder Woman!"  He referenced the human superhero. "Meaning this plan has no certainty of success."

"Great..." I grumble and check my radar. No one so far.

The three of us flew for hours. At this point, we'd make it to Brazil by nightfall. It was doubtful the bots were still in Greenland. But a start was a start. We have cousins on Earth. Cousins who were alone and not on Cybertron. Why didn't that make sense?

"Hey, Are you ok?" The blue seeker flew next to me. 

"It isn't weird to you? At all?" I hum.

"It's odd. And confusing." He seemed to share the sentiment. "I think Sire being weird is the worst part."

"Sire and Godsire. And our uncles. " I sigh. "If something is happening why won't they tell us?"

"Do you think they made contact again with Cybertron?"

We both fell silent. Did they? Or maybe Prime himself reached out..? I watched my brothers fly ahead of me. Something was hanging in the air of the Nemesis. I knew our stunticon friend wouldn't be happy about the three of us simply vanishing. He'll notice before any of our creators do. Steal a small vessel while he's at it as well... And if our little agent comes along then the plan will certainly spiral out of control. Then again... That was our usual method of fixing problems. Run off with half a plan and make the rest on the fly. It worked. Maybe not the best but we knew how to get results that way. We knew how to work in that manner. Even still, half-careless planning won't prepare us for an attack. My eldest brother may thrive in his love strategy, but how far would a hobby get us? Our creators made sure we could defend ourselves. It's an expectation within our people. However unlike them, we never saw war. And Cybertron doesn't even know we're here. My brothers and I. Our friends. None of us have the needed experience for something like that...

I growl to myself and kick my thrusters into high gear. The three of us flew for days. Greenland showed no results. Their landing zone had long been abandoned. From there we tapped into human conspiracy media. Nothing about the ship we were looking for, however, the pirate ship still wasn't covering its scout shuttles.

"I think I figured out where it's going." Our eldest spoke up and traced our holo map. "The shuttles are converging on this line."

"Or at least the radius of the actual line. Heck, our Uncle is having problems with tracking them. They have to be using either stolen con technology or an incredibly old system." My blue brother hummed.

"So we're stuck trying to track down our cousins in the most roundabout way possible? They are following that pirate ship right?" I huff.

"Yes, they are. And yes, it seems we are using roundabout methods. Speaking of which, any update on the maps?" Our eldest asked my brother.

"Actually yes. The map points are circling back to Greenland." My brother spun as he flew.

"Circling back?!" I transform into bot form and kick my thrusters into third gear. 

My brothers transform and hover with me.

"Are you sure that's what the map is showing?" Our eldest motioned to our middle's wrist.

"I'm positive! Look!" He opened to holomap for us to see. He was right as well. The bots were circling back over the Atlantic. From Greenland, to Spain, touching on Brazil, then back up the Americas to Greenland again.

"Why are they doing that?" Our eldest moved closer to the map, mumbling to himself.

"I don't know. But our God-sire is going to that country more these days." I point out his recent behaviors. 

"Same reason everyone is being shady! They're keeping something from us and that something has to do with our cousins!" I throw up my servos.

"I swear we're on a wild goose chase!" The blue seeker zoomed in on the map. "There's us, there's the ship from uncle's footage..."

"Say that part again?" Our eldest paused.

"The goose chase?"

"No the second part." I help push.

"Oh! There's us and them on the map?" He saw it when he pointed.

"That ship is headed for us." My wings flick worried.

"And that ship isn't even staying on the map. It keeps-" My oldest brother cut himself off.

"It keeps what?" I hover closer and shake his shoulder.

"It keeps cutting out. Like there's a faulty shield." He started. "But more like something else is covering it."

My spark twisted in my chassis. "What do you mean by following?"

"You aren't trying to say like, like the pirate ship...?" The blue seekers optics went wide.

"That's exactly what I mean. Which also means that the pirates are headed right for us."