These Pretty Little Lies

Chapter 8

His plan was coming together brilliantly. Now he was getting closer and closer to controlling the heart of his nation's government. Once the United Nations disbanded and formed the UACA, he could truly begin the process of taking over the world. Once this was finished, Cybertronian kind would be no more. But until then he would be stuck with infiltrating the US Government and corrupting it from the inside.

The secretary looked up from her desk, She looked skeptical.

"And you really are Leland Bishop? This ID doesn't look very convincing sir." She droned on after those two sentences. Silas resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He honestly didn't care.

"Yes, that is me. I just so happened to have trauma to the facial region that had happened after that picture was taken." Silas responded. He faintly traced the scar that ran over his eye and then his eyebrow. He didn't quite remember when he first got it but nonetheless it had become a staple in his appearance. Everyone who considered him their enemy recognised him almost immediately from the scar. He didn't mind much.

"Sir, our boss will see you now." She said moments later. Silas smirked and walked through the doors. But he stopped the moment he saw who was on the other side. He had to talk to Melodia Aidamir today. Just glorious. He might just be fucked over if this doesn't go as planned. But at least he dyed his hair. Going gray prematurely doesn't quite work out for everyone but Silas was smart enough to change his hair color to brown. Nobody surely would recognize him. Right?

"I am going to take it that you are Leland Bishop?" Melodia said quizzically, studying his application. He nodded, standing straight.

She looked up, studying his appearance.

"You don't match the ID." She pointed out. "How can I be sure that you are who you say you are?"

And this was where things would start going downhill. If he didn't fix the error that was that blasted ID.

"I didn't have time to fix it ma'am." He responded. "I was planning on getting an upgraded picture but I just never had the chance."

"..."

"I see. Well take a seat and we can begin this interview." Melodia responded. Silas sat in the chair she gestured to and waited patiently.

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He walked out of that room proudly. He had gotten the job although he had to work his way up. If he tried hard enough he could do so easily. He started M.E.C.H not knowing WHAT he was doing in life. Years later he was almost fifty and was planning world domination and the extinction of an alien species. Honestly, he thought he was doing pretty good.

Silas got his phone out of his back pocket as he walked and dialed a phone number.

"Step one done. Initiate step two Vince. I will meet you outside in ten minutes tops." Silas said.

"Got it sir. I'll start making my way over." Vince replied. The call ended shortly after and that was it. Silas was one step closer to ruling the world and he was quite satisfied with himself. Nobody would know until it was far too late.

{Four Months Later}

Silas had gotten many promotions. While he once did small, unimportant tasks at first he had risen close to the top. He was close to being one of the top dogs. Today was no different than any other in the past 120 days.

Just filing another mission report. He had proved to know so much about Cybertronians from his illegal experiments that they had given him a big enough promotion to get him working in the department dealing with any and all incident reports with those blasted Autobots.

"Bishop! Hurry up on those reports! They won't file themselves!" Bryce snapped. That was the only downside. He had to work under the same boss as William Fowler. He may not have liked his original position but Melodia was far better.

She didn't yell NEARLY as much. And that was the only reason. She didn't yell as much.

"Understood sir." He replied calmly. He focused back on the papers before him with a grumble. The moment he's able to advance once more he is TAKING it. This is so incredibly stupid. He should've tried to gather his men once more and plan out an attack. Forcefully rise to power to destroy those stupid little hyper-intelligent robots. This wasn't the end. Simply the start to a plan that would go down in history.

{Two Months Later}

Just hours after the worst battle between Autobots and Decepticons happened, Silas was summoned to a meeting with higher ups. Yes, he was skeptical, but he had a way out of this mess. That useless pile of living metal that he had turned into his mech suit AND servant was quite useful when he was needed. What did it claim its name was? Silverstorm? SilverRose? Oh yeah, it was SilverThorne. Vince was also helpful but he was more useful for spying on those kids.

"Bishop, we are glad you could make it." Melodia hummed. Silas blinked, realizing he had forgotten Melodia's rank still outdid his own. Either way he sat down in a chair and settled. He opened his mouth to ask a question but one of the higher ups ended up speaking before he could.

"We wanted you here today due to your seemingly unending knowledge on our newfound enemies. We were hoping you would lead a new division made by our President designated the Cybertronian Banish or Kill Division. Otherwise known as the CBKD. You would have little to no restrictions with your new position." A man said.

"What we are trying to tell you Silas is if you will help us eradicate our common enemy." Melodia said.

"We have known your true identity the entire time, Silas." Nuri spoke up, standing with her arms crossed.

"Now are you going to accept? Or do you want an execution for your lengthy amount of crimes against the US and humanity." Melodia finished. Her normally calm gaze stern and cold.

Silas debated his options before deciding that taking this offer was in his best interest.

"I accept." He responded.

{Two Weeks Later}

One of his first moves as the leader of the CBKD was to get in contact with Thaddeus Morocco. He had plans for the near future and he needed all the help he could get. Besides, SilverThorne was getting restless and he needed to control his Cybertronian pet. He wouldn't let them do anything less than help track down fellow Cybertronians. Although he was in the process of finding ways to conduct those experiments as he didn't know NEARLY enough.

"Vince, do you know of anyone capable of making my pet be more obedient?" Silas asked. Vince looked up from the computer screen and thought for a moment.

"I'm pretty sure those 'Decepticons' mentioned someone named 'Shockwave' at some point." Vince answered. Silas hummed, walking over to the window to look out.

"Speak with Fowler and see if he can find a lead." He replied. Vince nodded and hurried out of his office.

"I'll be on top soon. And nobody will be able to stop me the moment they realize I had an ulterior motive all along." He chuckled.