Chapter 3

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It was mid-afternoon when Knock Out had left the decepticon war ship. He had spent the morning working in his bay, the autobots had put a load of dents in to some of the vehicons during an early morning battle down an energon mine so Megatron had him fix them up, no sense in wasting soldiers. He had sat around for a while afterwards before heading to the ground bridge room to get out of the place. He often found lots of spare time when he had done everything he needed to do and when Megatron didn't need him.

He was driving down the long road his radio up loud as he was cruising. Luna's home came into view a couple of minutes later and he could just make out that the two large doors on the left side of the building were wide open. He sped up skidding and kicking up dust as he turned a corner fast to go straight towards the building.

As he got closer he saw Luna leaning against a classic sky blue car parked inside and the same older man from yesterday he saw her talking to in town. Knock Out pulled up just outside with his radio still booming, the attention of the two were drawn to him as his music interrupted their conversation. The older man frowned at the red sports car that had mysteriously turned up out of nowhere. "Friend of yours" he said pointing towards the car

The music was then turned off and an awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. "Er...you could say that"

"Well here's the keys" the guy dug in his trouser pocket and pulled out a set of keys "Call me when you're done with it"

She nodded to him as another engine noise in the distance drew closer. "Your ride out of here?" she asked

"Yeah well it would take me all day to walk back to town"

"Sorry about that Jack" she laughed

He smiled at her as the new car pulled up beside Knock Out, the driver's side door opening as another man leaned out. "Ready Jackie?"

"Sure" the man known as Jack said as he quickly disappeared and then returned with a jacket in his hand walking straight towards the passenger door

"Hey Ben, how ya doin?" Luna asked

"Luna it's good to see you. Yeah I've been great just got back from holiday actually"

Her attention was drawn away from Ben as jack spoke his arm leant on top of the car "Luna is your friend going to come out anytime soon" he pointed towards the aston martin still parked outside.

She scratched the back of her head as she answered him knowing that he was listening to everything that was being said "He's not exactly the social type" she excused

Jack shrugged off her reply giving one last glance to the red car before climbing into the passenger seat and closing the door. "Sorry we can't talk more Luna duty calls, we'll have to have a drink sometime"

"Sure" she smiled. Ben retreated back into the car and revved the engine both men waving to her before reversing out and driving off back towards town. As they were getting further away Knock Out slowly rolled into the building behind the blue car, the garage doors closing behind him. "How did you close the doors?"

"Primitive technology"

She rolled her eyes at him. When the doors were completely shut the medic transformed into his robotic state. "You know a lot of men"

"They're old friends. Jack knew my grandparents and Ben was my best friend back in high school but he's been away for a while with his girlfriend"

He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched the human walk to a large metallic wall by the side was a keypad, she entered in a code and the wall began lifting up like the doors to the outside. As they waited Knock out noticed a load of computer screens on the other side of the room with a pile of technical parts and at the back was her banged up motor bike from yesterday leaning on his stand. His attention was turned back to the human when she walked into what he presumed was her actual living space as it was a joined kitchen and living room with a spiral stair case that lead upstairs. She grabbed a glass jug from a machine with black liquid inside and poured it into a mug that was sat nearby before returning the jug to its original place.

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