"Woah! Woah! Woah!" Sam eased the tension, though Will, Incendium and the man remained in position.
"Drop your weapon soldier, there's an alien war going on and you're about to shoot me!" Agent Simmons pointed out.
"You know, we didn't ask to be here." Will growled, nodding at me.
"I'm ordering you under S–seven executive jurisdiction." Agent Simmons stuttered.
"S–seven doesn't exist." Robert mocked.
"Right and we don't take orders from people who don't exist." Will says as Simmons stare at him.
"I'm going to count to five okay....." Simmons warned softly.
"Well I'm going to count to three." Will proclaimed.
"And I'm going to count to one!" Incendium shouted. "I may not have a gun, but my fists are much deadlier than a bullet!" Will narrowed his eyes at Simmons, who still wouldn't back down.
"Simmons?" The secretary began.
"Yes sir?"
"I'd do what he says. Losing's not an option to these people, especially her. And this man, really wants to go to his car."
"Alright.....okay. You want the fate of the world to rest in a man's camaro. Alright, cool." Simmons finally agrees. Will lowered his gun as so did the man and Incendium's fist loosened. They all ran out of the weaponry, but the corridors were empty and eerie. Incendium felt a strong throb aching through her head. She halted, trying to ease the pain.
"Is she okay?"
"Incendium!" Will shouted. "Are you okay?" She began to scream as her eyes started to glow. Her head felt like it was about to explode, the throbbing only grew worse and her scream echoed through the corridor. Within her blackout she could see the face of Megatron glaring back. Incendium attempted to cover her red eyes, but she fell onto the floor, panting heavily.
"Go!" She croaked out.
"Are you sure?"
"Go! I'll be fine!" When the footsteps receded, Incendium's fit ceased. She stumbled onto her feet, grasping for the wall. Once she was certain the pain had vanished, Incendium followed after them.
"Stop! Everyone stop!" Sam shouts. Incendium joins the group as Will shoots her a concerned look.
"I'm fine." She dismissed.
"Stop! Stop!" Agent Banachek's voice bellowed. Bee buzzed, though it was more of a painful wail before turning towards Sam.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "They didn't hurt you, right?" Bee quickly noticed the men around Sam, activating his battle helmet and initiating his canon.
"Bee, listen to me. The Cube is inside this building, along with Megatron. The Decepticons are coming." Incendium explained quickly. Bee stepped closer to the edge, still wary about the agents. "We need to hurry, Megatron's waking!" She rushed.
"Okay, c'mon. Put the gun down, they're not going to hurt you." Sam eases. The canon disappears and was replaced by his servo. "Here, come with me. I'm going to take you to the All-Spark." Sam insisted. Bee followed them out, returning back to where the Cube was, but without the glass preventing the humans from direct contact.
"Okay here we go, he's doing something!" Robert claims in excitement. There was a blue flash as Bee placed his servos on the Cube. Everyone gaped in awe as small pieces moved on its own like a Rubik's cube. Once the flash faded, in Bumblebee's hand was a smaller version of the Cube.
"Woah." Will breathed.
"Message from Starfleet, Captain." Bee announces.
"Let's get to it." Robert urges.
"He's right, we stay here, we're screwed with Megatron and the other hangar. Mission City is 22 miles away. We're going to sneak that Cube out of here and we're going to hide it somewhere in the city." Will strategized.
"But we don't stand a chance without the Air Force."
"If only I had my Aircraft Carrier still functional! But no! It's in bits and pieces sinking to the bottom of the ocean." Incendium growled.
"This place must have some kind of radio link! Yes. Short waves, CB!" The Secretary suggested.
"Right, yes." Simmons nodded.
"Sir, you got to figure out some way to get the word out to them. Let's move!" Will orders. While they were discussing where to go, the same pain returned to Incendium.
"He's awake!" She gasped before collapsing to the floor.
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Enchanted With Wildfire | TRANSFORMERS
Fanfiction𝑶𝑷𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑼𝑺 𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑴𝑬 Sometimes, people are born with gifts. Other times, you earn them. Is that what makes a hero? Or the alternative, you were born evil when your heart changes to good. Would that make me a hero? Incendium Haugen, constantly...
