With both his parents missing when he was only three, Braedey Martin has to stay over with his cousin Sam Witwicky. After his cousin Sam left for college, Braedey is with his embarrassing aunt and uncle. When he eventually saves 2 grand and gets thr...
Braedey stood next to Simmons, whilst Jasmine was next to him also, whilst Scorcher and Sheeva stood by Bumblebee, Leo by Mudflap, and Skids. All of them stood by Elita, Bee, Mudflap, and Skid's alt-modes as they look on at the building before them.
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"Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. Land of dreams in there." Simmons declared, observing the museum that would start closing soon, through his binoculars. "All I ever wanted to be was an astronaut." Simmons sighed, his voice filled with unfulfilled longing.
"So why didn't you?" Scorcher asked.
"Other things in life." Simmons answered back.
"Okay. Let's get to work, and find our Seeker." Braedey ordered. Simmons then pulls off his old pants and tossed them to Braedey. He then notices the S-7 logo on his underwear. "Really? Are you serious?" He muttered.
Simmons shrugged. "What? I wear them when I'm in a funk. So does Giambi, Jeter, it's a baseball thing. Right. Watches synchronised, sharp mind and empty bladder. You get caught, demand an attorney, and don't ever say my name." He explained, and the group listened carefully to the instructions. "Okay, take one of these pills. Slip it under your tongue." He now hands them a small pill container.
"What are these things?" Sheeva asked.
"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 explained and ordered, before pulling out a fully functional Taser.
"I'm game." Scorcher nodded.
"Whoa, listen, I can't do this. I'm not an alien bounty hunter, guys. I'm not gonna do this. Guards have guns. I don't want to die." Leo ranted, clearly having second thoughts about his part of the plan, though Braedey and the others didn't understand why.
Simmons puffed up his chest, and used it to force Leo back onto Skids' alt form. "Kid. Kid. Kid, kid, kid. You compromise this mission, you are dead to me. Now look into my eyes, and tighten up that sphincter." He ordered.
"I might actually have an idea of how to get in." Braedey called, Leo and the others turning to him.
~*~*~
"The museum is now closing!"
Braedey shuffled further backwards in his hiding place, which is inside the intake cowling of a F-4 Phantom jet fighter, Scorcher and Sheeva hiding in the other engine intake, Jasmine shuffling backwards after him, as the intercom rang out loudly throughout the museum.
"This is so illegal!" Jasmine hissed to herself quietly, and Braedey ginned to herself quietly.
"That's what makes it exciting!" Braedey whispered back to her, then they heard Sheeva laugh quietly from her hiding spot on the other side of the fighter jet.
