"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...
At the obnoxious voice, I blinked, groggily. Lifting my head I saw I was sitting in the backseat of a SUV. Noah was besides me, his eyes still shut.
"What the frick do you want Simmons?" I snapped with a groan as I scowled at him.
"Well I want to know more about you and your car thief slash lover friend," the man grinned from where he sat in the passenger seat.
I winced, cheeks flushing. Shit. he had heard Noah and I's conversation?
"I am not a car thief," Noah grumbled as he pulled himself upright.
"Stealing a Porsche 911 Carrera RS 3.8 from a parking garage is a felony," Simmons stated matter of factly. He smirked at the shocked expression on Noah and I's faces. "OH you didn't think I knew about that? Well I know EVERYTHING about both of you."
Eyes wide, I can glance at Noah. If we were both from another world, how did this man know about us?
"I know you Ms. Lark, want to be a police officer," Grinning Simmons bragged. "And I know you used to be in the military, Mr. Anti-authority."
"You...." I just gaped at him. "But how..."
"Oh I've been studying up on you two," Simmons' eyes narrowed. "I know all about the trip you Miss. Lark, made back in the eighties to New York City, just like I know your friend made a trip to your world."
"How..." Noah had an irritated expression on his face.
"I have my sources," Simmons cleared his throat. "Now I want to know how you two exactly managed to get here."
Noah and I were both silent.
Scowling, Simmons reached into his jacket and pulled a badge out. "You see this?" he flipped the badge open. "This is an i-can-do whatever-i want-and-get-away-with-it badge."
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Rolling my eyes, I tried to not freak out. Shouldn't he be having this conversation with Sam? Shit. Oh wait, I screwed up the timeline.
"I'm gonna lock you two away forever!" Simmons went on, smugly .
"Oh gosh, don't listen to him Noah ," I snapped. "He's just pissy that he's got to get back to guarding the mall.
"You, in the training bra," Simmons glared at me. "Do not test me, especially with your boyfriend being a deserter."
"A deserter/" My eyes widened. "A deserter for what?" Turning to Noah I looked at him. "Noah...please tell me that's not true."
He was silent-his face expressionless.
"Noah?" I whispered. "Why are you a deserter?"
"Oh because he decided to up and desert the military after being enlisted." Simmons explained with a smirk.
