Sparkmate

Operation Jetfire

Traveling towards Washington DC, in a cramped small car, you sat awkwardly between Leo and Mikaela, while Simmons was driving with Sam sitting in the passenger seat. Your eyes scan the area through the window with a bored expression. Until, the car pulls up near the destination of a grand building.

"Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. Land of dreams in there. All I ever wanted to be was an astronaut." Simmons began, talking about his past dream, while stripping off in the middle of the car park in thin underwear with a number upon it, giving Sam his torn up trousers. "Hold those."

"What is that?"

"What? I wear them when I'm in a funk. So does Giambi, Jeter. It's a baseball thing." Simmons replied as if it wasn't a problem. You look away feeling even more uncomfortable. "Okay. Watches synchronized, sharp mind and empty bladder. You get caught, demand an attorney and don't ever say my name. Okay, take one of these pills. Slip it under your tongue. It's the high-concentrate polymer they put in Oreo cookies. Tricks the polygraph every time. Okay. Now, let's get this show on the road." Simmons threw an orange bottle towards Sam as he caught them and took out three from the bottle, giving Mikaela and you one. You frown at the pill and drop it on the floor not trusting suspicious pills from a stranger.

"Yeah... I'll pass... And is it necessary for tasers?" You asked watching Simmons take out a laser and begun sparking it like some kind of madman. Of course, Simmons didn't respond to your question as if you were a nobody to him.

"Whoa, whoa, no, listen, I can't do this."

You hear Leo begin freaking out after seeing the taser in Simmons hand.

"Yes."

"I'm not some alien bounty hunter, guys. I'm not gonna do this. Guards have guns. I don't want to die."

You frown at Leo's strange reaction, considering he was the one who wanted to join and fight the 'aliens' just as you were about to mention it, you noticed Simmons come up to him, with his chest forward and began to push him against a car. Having a few inches from Simmons' strange... fashion sense... You could see how awkward and uncomfortable he was getting, trying hard not to look down.

"Kid. Kid. Kid. Kid, kid, kid. You compromise this mission, you are dead to me. Now look into my eyes and tighten up that sphincter."

"The museum is now closing." Said the announcer upon the speakers. While you, Sam and Mikaela wait for the right time to run through the doors with the box where Wheelie is kept and a small box that contains a cube fragment. You could hear and see poor Leo walking out from the restroom... And when you thought you have seen everything... You didn't expect to see Leo copying Simmons actions. You look away again. There he was his trousers to his ankles with a belt holding them in place, waddling towards the front of the hall of reception to a guard.

"Yo, baba! Bad news, bro! Ran out of toilet paper! You got any out here? Please tell me you do."

"Sir! I suggest you get in there. The museum is closed!"

Sam watched, waiting for the right time to run inside. You could hear Wheelie from within the box grunting at the small space and no action. Typical. Decepticons just want guns blazing and action... You sigh. When Sam spoke.

"Alright, ready?"

You snap out from your thoughts and follow Sam and Mikaela inside the building. Hiding behind a wall, and peeking out for any guard before running off into the exhibit of many old and amazing war planes and jet fires.

"Whoa. Look at this place." Sam looked around the room at the many planes, some were up on the ceiling as if they were flying. "How are we going to find them here?"

"Sam, now's not the time..." Mikaela said dropping to her knees and opening the box as Simmons dragged poor paralyzed Leo on the floor by the leg like a mop. You cross your arms as if knowing what happened.

"Give me a second here." Sam said opening the box and using metal tweezers to grab the small piece of metal out of it.

"I got to get the tracker, all right." Simmons begun as he looked into his bag and took out a white box, that opens up into a strange opening.

To your left, beside Sam, you see Mikaela opening the box and jump a little as the small Deception popped out from the box taking breaths. "Be good." She warned him, much to your dislike. If he didn't have, you would make him into a lamp when you're finished with him.

"I'm claustrophobic."

Did you hear him straight? Did he just said he was claustrophobic? And yet he's a transformer... You were pretty sure that transforming into cars is the same as being squished in a box...

It was only when Mikaela put him down that he wheeled away and transformed. And what he transforms into surprises you. Instead of a large car, due to his height, he transforms into a smaller remote control car... one that always dies when the battery runs low. Your spark picks up a signal, strangely enough, it was coming from the same direction.

While twidle dumb and twidle dee was scanning the planes around them, you started to run after the Decepticon. If Optimus was alive, he would think of me as an idiot for trusting a Decepticon... Let's hope this guy knows what he's doing, if not... I'll have a new desk lamp.

Mikaela watches you go as well as the small car, stopping Sam and pointing up ahead. "Look, look Follow him. Follow him. He knows where he's going He knows something." Mikaela pushes Sam ahead as they took ran after you. So did Simmons for an old man, he was pretty fast.

"What?"

"He knows something!" Mikaela repeats as the car stops in front of a large Jet fire surrounded by railings. You felt something uneasy standing near the huge plane.

"You got what I got?"

"Yeah?"

"Blackbird."

"Ooh, there he is. This guy's a legend, like, like, like the Chairman of the Board! Yo, freshman, point the shard and watch the magic happen."

You watched as Sam carefully took the fragment and lowered to Wheelie's height, before watching the fragment fly towards the plane and hit it, causing the readings to get stronger. You watch Sam and Mikaela rush towards it and bend down to see what is written upon its chest? head?

"Oh shit. It's a Decepticon!" Mikaela gasped in fear, making Simmons repeat the fearful words.

"Decepticon?"

You gave Wheelie a glare as you picked him up by the neck with anger. "Remember when I said I'll make you a piece of scrap metal?" You said to him as he tries to break free from your grasp, not caring if he claws you and make you bleed. "I'm going to do just that! You tricked us!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

You were about to send Wheelie to the scrappy when you heard Leo's voice in confusion. You turned to find him ok after the intense electric shock. "Decepticon?"

"How nice of you to come back to present day." You said with sarcasm. "Two types of aliens, one good. One bad!" You said as you turned your gaze at Wheelie when you said bad. Just then the sound of metal could be heard from the plane.

"Behind the MIG now!"

Everyone rushed towards the plane behind them, hiding behind the wheel. You made sure that it wasn't a Decepticon and luckily it wasn't. Waiting for the Decepticon not to notice.

"Ah. What sort of hideous mausoleum is this? Answer me, pawns and knaves! Show yourselves or suffer my infinite wrath!" the Decepticon growls trying to look aggressive and scary, but something about it was off... he looked like a Prime, with its tall and strong structure... "You little spinal-cord-based organisms! Oof. Oh, bugger it. Behold the eternal glory of... Jetfire! Prepare for remote systems override!" Well... Minus the strong structure... You watch in pity and embarrassment for hiding from an old broken down Decepticon, that's losing its parts.

"I tell you, this guy did not age well."

No kidding...