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~Caught up in the middle of a headache and a heartbreak, just when I thought I was clear of the mistakes~ Working Man - Imagine Dragons
~Jessica's POV~
After Leo almost royally fucked our mission, we all come out of hiding.
Thank the lord, too. I was getting cramped in that closet...
"Be good," Mikaela tells as she lets the small con out of his box. I take my wolf form and trot up to the bot as he crawls out.
"Gah!" He gasps. "I'm claustrophobic!"
"Boo!" I smile.
"Ay!" He yelps at me. I laugh as he transforms into a small blue RC car. He drives off and I run with him, my claws clicking against the tiled floor. The con drives a small ways before slipping under one of those red felt belt things that keep people out of places and transforms in such a way, it looks like he farted flames.
Those rope belts were always stressful 'cause you'd be happily playing with it then you'd accidentally pull it off and then ya can't get it back on and then you'd have to live with that for the rest of the day...
"Oh, you are seriously the best. You're mine now," I say as I sit in front of him.
"Ooh, there he is. This guy's a legend, like, like, like the Chairman of the Board! Yo, freshman, point the shard and watch the magic happen," the bot says and turns around dramatically.
Sam let's his shard go and it flies like a magnet to the plane. Mikaela sneaks under it.
"Oh shit!" She gasps. "It's a decepticon!"
"The hell did you expect if the autobots can't read it?!" I yell, knowing she couldn't understand me.
"Get behind the MiG now!" Simmons yells. I take my werewolf form and scoop the small con off the ground. I take a few steps back and guard my comrades.
"Hey, put me down!" The con tells me.
"Shut up," I say as the giant plane transforms.
"Ah. What sort of hideous mausoleum is this? Answer me, pawns and knaves!" He smacks a yellow plane hanging from the roof. "Show yourselves or suffer my infinite wrath!" Everyone steps out of their hiding spots and I stare dumbfoundedly at them. "You little spinal-cord-based organisms! Oof. Oh, bugger it. Behold the eternal glory of... Jetfire! Prepare for remote systems override!" Jetfire walks off toward the garage doors.
"I tell ya, this guy did not age well," the con in my arms admits.
"I don't think he's gonna hurt us," Mikaela says.
"I command these doors to open!" He yells. "Fire! I said fire!" A missile fires backwards.
