Namesake

Namesake - Four

          Alice didn't know how or when, but Simmon's parrot had called backup. Lots of back up. Her form tensed, adrenaline rushing through her veins like hot lava.

"Optimus! Incoming!" The black bot yelled as the sounds of helicopters grew closer. Alice was watching Mikaela and Sam begin to panic, then she was sitting in the driving seat of one of the bots alts.

"Who am I in?" She asked after minute of them speeding down the road. The shock slowly wore off.

"The name's Sideswipe sweetcheeks." Came his response. Alice held in a chuckle. Imagine that, an alien robot hitting on the human flesh bag.

"Call me that again and your immaculate paint will become what 'Bee's once was." She threatened, voice even. She had the feeling that he'd nearly braked at the thought.

"Point taken," Sideswipe muttered. A few minutes later and Alice was staring at the window, tapping the beat to some song like she'd done with Bumblebee. She blinked in surprise when Sideswipe's radio flickered on and began playing it. A soft smile appeared on her lips.

"Thanks Siders." Giant alien robots were really easy to love, she'd learned. Alice continued to silently request songs, three or four more having been played before they arrived at the bridge the others were hiding under. The older teen was up and out of Sideswipe before the second was up, heading for 'Bee.

By the time she got to the disaster, Alice had her survival knife out of her shorts and into her her hands. She leapt onto 'Bee's frame, unhooking the wires and wiping the tears furiously from her eyes.

"ALICE!" And then there was a bullet in her shoulder and she slipped from her perch. She hissed, sucking in air through her teeth. She hid her knife back in her shorts. Hand freed, she dug her fingers harshly into the wound and pulled the bullet out. Her head was pounding, but Alice continued to struggle against the men. She got away for a minute, able to free 'Bee from another wire and stop five agents from freezing him.

"Get the tranq!" Simmons shouted. The faint sound of a shot and Alice collapsed, body falling deathly still onto Bumblebee's neck.

          Alice's eyes flashed open, instincts driving every movement. Sam and Mikaela were behind her, the unknowns and three threats in front. Her eyes cleared.

"Who are you?" Her voice was husky, sensually soothing any who heard.

"I'm Maggie," the blonde woman introduced herself, "That's Glen." A jab of thumb to the male. Alice nodded, slowly relaxing from the protective position. Her senses were still running high though, and the go for their guns the agents had done didn't go unnoticed. Whatever aircraft they were on shook, and then the background noise from the engine cut off.

They'd landed. The five of them were frog marched out of the copter. Lead into a spacious hangar-like room, wihch a group of soldiers were already in. Alice analysed their surroundings as if they were prisoners of war. It wasn't too far from the truth. Simmons appeared soon after their arrival.

"Hey, kid. I think we got off to a bad start, huh? You must be hungry? You want a latte? Ho-Ho? Double venti macchiato?" Alice schooled her expression, motioning for Sam to take advantage of the asshole.

"Where's my car?" Sam cut to the chase, eye never breaking contact with Simmons'. The man next to Simmons spoke up. Alice narrowed her eyes at him.

"Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully. People can die here. We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now." Sam nodded, seemingly in compliance.

"Okay. But first, I'll take my car, my parents. Maybe you should write that down. Oh, and her juvie record," he gestured towards Mikaela, "That's got to be gone. Like, forever." Alice smirked proudly at Sam.