Lab Rat

Chapter 4

"On my mark," Agent William Fowler said through the radio, carefully steering the military helicopter through the night sky. A gentle gust of wind held no sign of the danger or impending peril that the mission held.

"Roger that, sir," responded the soldiers, each of them slowly moving on the dry ground beneath them towards the M.E.C.H. base.

Next to the human soldiers, alien cars slowly inched forward too. The motorcycle moved through the men, weaving its way to the front and next to the blue and red truck.

"Optimus, are you sure about this?" Arcee asked wearily.

Optimus would have nodded if it were possible. "Arcee, it is our job to protect the human race, therefore we must rescue whoever is inside of this building."

"Agent Fowler, we are in position," Optimus said through the comm, his Autobot insignia on his steering wheel lighting up a pale blue, similar to that of energon, and illuminating the inside of his cab in the dark of night.

The human soldiers inched towards the metal base, guns ready to fire should anything emerge from the doors. The Autobots were still, waiting for their leader to give the call.

"If nothing happens in the next five minutes, I am busting that wall of their's down with my grenade," Wheeljack muttered into the comm.

::Wheeljack, Prime won't let you!:: buzzed Bumblebee.

"Yeah yeah," replied the Wrecker, growing impatient.

"Silence, soldier!" Barked Ultra Magnus. Even though Wheeljack didn't do it, everyone could practically hear his groan. Wheeljack really didn't like Ultra Magnus, enough said.

A sharp BANG raced through the air.

"Wheeljack!" Hissed Optimus, "I thought I told you to not throw any gernades!"

"Wasn't me Boss," Wheeljack said, diving back a little bit. "I'm still in car mode. But whoever made that bomb is very skilled with them, or has some advance level of knowledge with explosives."

A large stream of M.E.C.H. soldiers spilled out of the building, clutching their chests as they all fell to the ground, one by one, dead.

A dark figure slowly walked out of the building, clutching some sort of gun in one hand.

They looked right at the Autobots and human soldiers and didn't do anything. It were almost as if they were invisible, or whoever it was couldn't see them.

It appeared that whoever it was had wolf-like ears on top of their head, and heavy armouring on their arm with the gun.

"Autobots, move in, slowly," ordered the Prime, slowly driving forward.

"Don't shoot unless shot at," Agent Fowler hissed into the radio before slowly piloting his helicopter towards the figure.

The figure paused, looking to be shaking almost. A swarm of M.E.C.H. soldiers pile out of the massive gap in the building, surrounding the figure.

Shots rang clear in the late night sky, and twenty men fell down straight after. Reloading at incredible speed, the figure spun in a tight circle and shot. Another twenty dropped down dead next to their fallen friends of M.E.C.H.

"Autobots, be carful," ordered Optimus, transforming. His fellow Autobots followed suit. Everyone moved forward cautiously, taking careful and precise steps as they moved towards their target.

The figure put the gun back on their waist and began punching the humans.

"Shouldn't they be hitting with both hands?" Asked Smokescreen, observing the battle scene before him.

"Why not?" Asked Arcee. "Maybe they're carrying something in that hand?" Suggested the femme, who was standing next to Optimus.

Wheeljack shook his helm and pointed. "I don't think they even have a second hand," the Wrecker said, pointing with a digit at the tiny stub where an arm would be. Instead, like said, there was a severe lack of appendage there.

All of the soldiers were now knocked out or dead, laying around the figure.

The figure suddenly stopped walking and looked towards them.

"Greetings, I am Optimus Prime, I-" Optimus was cut off from his speech when the figure with the wolf ears ran off into the distant forest. Before they could even move, the figure was gone, and Smokescreen with them.