EDITING- Her Courage, His Burning Rage (Book 3) (Dark Of The Moon)

Chapter 8

Lily's Pov

I was curled up on the sofa petting the hound. By the way Optimus brought me a new TV considering my old one was an evil Decepticon named Laserbeak.

I didn't have the slightest idea how he managed to pull that off. My babies jump onto my shoulders nuzzling my cheeks. I raise both of my hands petting them on their helms. "Hi, hi, my little sparklings." I cooed. Q and Pax wrapped their servos around my neck holding on tight but not too tight.

I bring them in close, their sparks shining through their chassis.

"Mama loves you," I told them.

"We love mama too." My babies replied. Our mother and baby bonding moment was ruined by Wheelie and Brains.

"Brains! Will ya take a lookin' at this?" Wheelie scoffed. "Yeah! The little monsters are stealing our mistress!" Brains cried, upset.

"You two are being ridiculous,"

"Nope. We're not toots." Wheelie response, taking the remote from me. Him and Brains hop up onto the couch flipping through channels searching for some to watch, as he was flipping something or more like someone who looked familiar captured my eye.

"Turn that back," I ordered Wheelie and he listened which surprised me because of his rebellious attitude.

"My next guest is a former American intelligence operative who had dared to speak out regarding our alleged military alliance with what many describe as a group of extraterrestrial mercenaries." the O'Reilly Factor was playing on TV.

"Is he taking about Simmons?" I whispered, confused.

"He is the author of the bestselling book, Code-Name Hero. Former Special Agent Seymour Simmons." Simmons was sitting in a leather chair in his mansion, smirking. "Bill. Big fan. Great to be here."

O'Reilly said.

"Now, agent Simmons, you would have us believe that it is in our best interest to formally take sides in this so-called alien civil war?" O'Reilly asked. "Well, the other side wanted to spank us for breakfast, so I wouldn't exactly call it a toss-up. These Decepticons are lethal." Simmons explained, in his own words.

"But polls show half the world would feel safer with the Autobots completely gone." O'Reilly told him. "Get them out of here! We don't need them here!" Simmons shook his head. "I feel safer when I sleep with a hand grenade, doesn't mean I'm always right." he argued.

"Now, agent, here at The Factor we have obtained documents that show you were fired by the intelligence agency." O'Reilly said. "Downsized, Bill!" Simmons snapped. "Budget cuts!"

"Your psych evaluation report 'server delusional tendencies." Simmons was getting mad. "this is ambush journalism. You want the truth about the alien alliance? Buy my book! Buy my book, before it's too late people!"

The four of us share a look. I admittedly grab my cell phone off of the coffee table and quickly dial Sam's phone number. He answers on the first ring. "Sam! I'm coming over to your apartment! It's important!"

"Okay, come now!" He response. I hang up. "Come on!" I snapped. Wheelie and Brains follow suit and Blue who diminished quickly sometimes I think it's really cool how he can teleport himself anywhere. I knock on the front door of Sam's and Carly's apartment, I silently cheered when Sam opened the door and I didn't see her anywhere.