So What If My Best Friend Is A Decpticon ( A TFP Fanfic, Book 1 )

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So I had seen that machine a million times but I had no idea what it was for, scrap we've only used this room about ten times, either to patch me or Shrapnel up.

The con glared at me and Shrapnel.

*" You'll pay for this!! They'll use my tracker and optic camera and find me!! You don't stand a chance!!!!"* he screamed and began to laugh in hysterical fits.

The scan finished with a beep, and the information popped up on the data tab.

Shrap looked at it and announced.

*" Lets see....you optic camera hasn't worked in eons, you don't have a tracker and your comm is utterly destroyed...'*

The con gaped at the two of us...

*" You mean to tell me....."* he started

*" sorry pal.*" I said looking amused

*" That's how the cons work....that's why we're here."

The decpticon looked totally crushed.

*" Not to be rude in any why..."* started Shrap, the con looked at him.

*" what..."* he sighed.

*" Do you think you can somehow get Fowler's information to a hard drive?"*

The con nodded, I handed him a hard drive, after several minutes he gave it back.

*" All the info is on there.....but why do you want it?"*

I smirked,

*" I ain't giving you back to Fowler."* I replied, and threw the phone to Shrap.

*" Call Robby, tell him I'm sick bad the computer exploded but we saved the information on a hard drive, you'll drop it off in the morning.'"*

Shrapnel wanted to protest but didn't, he nodded and walked off.

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Fowler eventually did some research on the girl, he had to agree, the internet was very convincing, but if the story didn't match.......he sighed remembering she had his laptop.

An idea struck him, he got the keys to his car and drove to the Computer Cave.

Several minutes later he pulled into the parking lot, getting out if his car he bolted for the door.

" Duh Duhhh! Dun dun da daa daaah!"  Went the bell as he walked through the door.

" Robby!? Where is Rachel and my computer!!!??" Fowler yelled. A young man walked from the back.

" Hey Mr. Fowler! Rachel called in sick, he brother came and dropped this off for you,your computer exploded but they saved all your information to a hard drive."

He handed the elderly man the hard drive.

" uh..Robby do you have her number? I need to ask her something..."

Robby nodded and scribbled down her number and handed it to Fowler. The agent read it and dialed the number.

" Hello this is Fowler....may I ask who's speaking?"

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I looked at my phone in confusion, why in the pits was it ringing....it wasn't Raf....so I threw it at Shrapnel.

*" Answer it!!!!" I yelled, Shrap shrugged and answered.

" Hello, This is....Steve, Rachel's brother....yes she's sick, no I'm not sure....what happened to the computer...I don't know, she was fixing and it exploded.......yes I'll tell her that....ok....bye..." Shrap ended the call.

*" Fowler said he hopes you feel better, he also wants to talk to you later.."*

I nodded, and slumped on the couch, for the next hour I did nothing....it was great...

*" Is this what you and your Fleshy do!?!?"* shouted Sparky

Shrap nodded

*" pretty much...."*

*" well its boring.....*"