Bright (Transformers: The Last Knight)

Six

I had made sure I was awake before the Bots, mostly to check in with the Sheriff. And tell him what happened to his squad car since Cade doesn't have the balls to do it.

After that, I just wandered around like I always have. I found out that Slug (big Slug) recharge-walks. That wasn't easy to handle.

Now, it's at least 0630, and I'm laying in the road. Well, the dirt path in the junkyard. I call them roads since there's so many of them.

The sun was starting to come up, but I like the colors are dawn and dusk, how all the stars were scattered everywhere like glitter. I always tried to see if I could find my father in the mess.

I don't know why I bother. I can never find him.

"Another boring day," I heard Crosshairs say. "Another glorious, boring day."

And they're awake. He's the first of many.

"You get used to it," I mutter to myself in response.

I pushed myself up off the ground and brushed off the back of my pants. The sun was barely above the junkyard wall when I could hear Jimmy J and Cade yelling back and forth at each other four rows over.

"It's like the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Jimmy J!" Cade shouted at him.

It was at that point I was making my way in between the stacks of cars to get over to their aisle. When those two argue, it can get pretty intense pretty quick.

"You hired me from a want ad in the Dakota Penny Ledger!" Jimmy yelled back. "You think that comes with a superpower? That is a dinosaur! An alien dinosaur! That was not in the ad!"

I finally squeezed myself through the last row of vehicles. "I didn't know you were so salty about aliens, Jimmy."

He simply started into the garage. "That damn thing tried to eat me yesterday."

Cade just huffed and dropped his bag on the table. "You wanna go to federal prison?"

Jimmy was quick to reply. "No, no, I don't want to go to any prison."

'Here we go again,'

"Well, that's where you're gonna go, okay? 'Cause you're aiding and abetting. I'm a fugitive, alright? Ya-Ya's on a wanted terrorist list for three different agencies." Cade motioned to me before rummaging through his bag. "I'm the big boss, you're my little crimey."

"When you leave-- especially after she ran off --it becomes the Wild Kingdom out here. I don't know what to do."

"I already told you, Jimmy J." I sat myself on the table and began to fiddle with metal plating on my bangle. "This is a junkyard. The big boys blend in with other junk. Plain and simple." I looked to Cade, holding my serv-- hand out. He knew what I was asking, and he put the precision screwdrivers in my palm.

The look on Jimmy's face was confusing. He shook his head and turned back to Cade. "You hired me to be senior vice president of worldwide operations."

I couldn't help but bust out laughing.

"Did I tell you that?" Cade asked.

"Yes, that's what you said." Jimmy replied.

"Oh, I made that shit up."

"Do not take this title away from me, Cade."

"Nobody's taking anything away from you." I closed the case and stored it and the bangle in my pocket. "Maybe your dignity, but you barely had that when you got here."