Transformers FanFiction

Chapter 7

Sam had handcuffed Simmons to the pole.  As he did so, I started walking towards Jazz when I saw helicopters and seven more SUVs driving towards us with flashing red and blue lights.

"Optimus!"  I yelled.  "They called for back-up!"

"Let's go!"  The twenty-eight foot robot yelled.  He waited for everyone else to shift into car form.  Bumblebee spun his tires and drove onto the highway.  Ratchet followed, then Jazz.  He came, stopped, waited for me to get in.  I did and he stuck closely to Optimus Prime.

"Are you okay?"  Jazz asked me.

I shrugged, putting my hand on my ribs.  "Well, I could feel better," I said.  I opened the bag that I had on my lap.

"Are you going to take the job?"  Jazz asked.  His speed increased immensely.

"I don't know.  I don't want to leave you or Sam...  It's a tough decision," I said.

"You don't need to worry about me.  I go wherever you go," Jazz said.  "So, take the freaking job."

I nodded.  "Let's do it."  I said.  I looked behind us, Optimus was being followed by a helicopter.  I opened my bag and grabbed the handgun.  I loaded it.  "Jazz, stay true," I said.

"Got it," he said.

I rolled down the window and aimed at the helicopter.  "Turn now!"  I said.

Jazz turned to the left and the car went gliding left.  I had a perfect shot to the helicopter.  I shot at the glass.

"Don't shoot!"  Optimus said from behind us.

"They need to stop following us.  Split up!"  I yelled.

Jazz drove down a road and stopped over a bridge.  He transformed with me inside him and I was in his hand by the time he was finished.  He put me down with my bag on my back.

"Stay here," he said.  "Defend yourself.  I have to go find the others."

I nodded.  "Okay," I said.  I had my gun ready, pointing at the ground.  Jazz had turned into the grey Pontiac Solstice and driven off.

The blinking lighted cars came from the other side.  I held my gun up.  "Get out of the car!"  I yelled.

They did so and pulled out their guns.  There were four of them.  I was outnumbered.  I looked over the railing.  It wasn't that far of a jump.  I looked back at the men.

"Goodbye," I said.  I put my gun into my holster and jumped.  I screamed as I didn't think about how I was going to land when my stomach hit metal.  I grabbed onto the first thing I felt, which was someone's hand.

"Chick!"  Sam yelled.  He grabbed onto my wrist, pulling me up.

"Hang on," Optimus Prime said.  He was to one who saved me.

I wiggled onto his back, hanging on to Sam tightly.  I held onto my gun, making sure it was on safety.  I looked down at the river below us and saw two helicopters flying underneath us.  They were looking on the river and on the cement layer underneath us. 

Mikaela leaned forward.  I could see her grip slipping.

"Mikae--!"  I yelled.  But that time, I was leaning forward, trying to save her from dropping thirty feet down.

"Sam!"  She yelled.  She reached for my hand and caught it at the last minute.

"Mikaela!  Hang on!"  Sam yelled over the helicopters.  He reached over me and grabbed her arm, trying to pull her up.