Ch. 1: Seeing What's Not There (1/2)

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Time: 16:45 hours
Location: Main Base
Status of Location: UNKNOWN
Days since Disappearance: 2 ½

        "Anything at all?" Ryanna asked. Ratchet punched some numbers into his computer. "Megatron must be blocking all Cybertronian signals on the Nemesis, came back with nothing." Ryanna stamped her foot in anger and anxiety. 'First I go 5 billon years without him, now I have seemed to survive 2 more days.' She thought. 'Give anything up for another two years.'
         She squinted at the screen. "What does jnhnown mean?" "Jnhnown? That says 'Unknown.' " "Oh." Ratchet was a little concerned. "Ryanna, has your optic vision been blurry at all?" "A little bit, why?" Ratchet held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Ryanna squinted at him. "Since when do you have six fingers on one hand?" Ratchet's optics widened. "I don't think your vision is 'a little bit' blurry,"

         The elevator door opened, and Agent Fowler stepped out, carrying a blue binder. "Ratchet! Any sign of Prime yet?" He shouted, irritated that he had to tell his commander-in-chief that Prime was missing the day before. "No Agent Fowler, we just did another life signal scan." Ratchet said gravely. "Tell me, what does it mean when a humans' vision becomes blurry?" "It probably means that they need glasses or contacts, why?" "Ryanna has been having a difficult time seeing in front of her." "No I haven't!" Ryanna snapped. Ratchet turned to look at her. "If you haven't been having difficulties, then explain to me why you called Arcee Bulkhead, and tripped over the table yesterday." Ryanna's face turned red. "It seems to me that the poor thing needs glasses if she called Arcee Bulkhead." Agent Fowler agreed. "If you want, I can take her to see my specialist today. I have an appointment at 5:30." "That would be most appreciated." "This is supposed to be a good thing, right?" Ryanna asked. "Rya, the glasses are supposed to help you see better," Fowler assured her. "I've been with the same doctor for 20 years now, he works with kids, too." "Ryanna, I want you to go with Fowler to make sure your optics don't get any more blurry." Ratchet said. Ryanna rolled her eyes, "Fine." She walked behind Fowler to the elevator, and the two went up to the helicopter waiting above.

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