"No matter how hard it tries, darkness can never snuff out the stars, only hide them."
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"So," Simmons begins, holding up a plastic baggie containing Sam's phone. He pulls it from the bag and faces the students, "LadiesMan217. That is your eBay username, right?"
Toby rolls her eyes, groaning loudly at the horrible account name.
"Yeah, but, you know, it was a typo and I ran with it," Sam explains, earning a louder groan from the young woman between him and Mikaela.
"It's so clearly not a typo, Sammy," she gives him an expression of annoyance.
"What do you make of this?"
Toby barely manages to restrain herself from throttling the boy beside her as her fingernails dig into her palms at the sight before her. A video plays on the small screen of the phone, displaying a very pixelated version of Bumblebee in a scrapyard, lighting up the clouds with what appears to be a beacon. Sam's squeaky, puberty-affected voice describes his car 'transforming'.
"Is that you?"
"Yeah," Mikaela speaks before Toby can say anything inhumane, "that sounds like LadiesMan."
"Last night at the station, you told the officer that your car transformed. Enlighten me."
"Well, here's what I said, okay? 'Cause this is a total misunderstanding that my car had been stolen," Sam desperately tries to dig out of the hole he's in.
"Really?"
"From me, from my home, but it's fine now because it's back! It came back!" Toby struggles to resist the temptation to hit the boy upside the head.
"Well, not by itself," Mikaela corrects him.
"Well, no," he agrees.
"Because cars don't do that; that would be crazy."
"Don't look at me, Simmons," Toby raises her hands in a display of innocence upon seeing the agent's glare set on her. "I have nothing to do with this."
There's a brief pause before Simmons decides to speak. "So what do you kids know about aliens?"
Dead silence fills the car, no one daring to say a word.
"Oh, you mean, like a Martian? Like what, E.T.?" Sam laughs nervously. "No."
"It's an urban legend," Mikaela adds on.
"They fly around in UFOs though. Like in 'Independence Day,' remember?"
"Will Smith, right?" Toby cocks her head as she strains her memory, "That was a good movie. But I know nothing of them."
"Is that so? Then how come you were measured for a number that only an alien could have?" The agent jabs an accusing finger in her direction
"Simmons," the woman laughs in confusion, "I'm as human as they come; I'm sassy, sarcastic, and take no scrap from anyone, despite preferring the whirring of engines to conversations with others."
"Enough!" Simmons snaps at the mechanic. He pulls out his badge and displays it cockily to the trio, "See this? This is an I-can-do-whatever-I-want-and-get-away-with-it badge."
"Oh, here we go..." Toby rolls her head back with a groan.
"I'm gonna lock you up forever."
"Oh, God. You know what?" Mikaela rolls her eyes in annoyance, "Don't listen to him. He's just pissy 'cause he's got to get back to guarding the mall."
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Gears and Pistons | | Bayverse | | Book 1
Fanfic| |"Perhaps it's not fate then, perhaps its merely coincidence."| | | |"I have lost everything, and yet, I have gained everything too."| | Toby Williams, a frightfully intelligent eighteen year old woman who thinks of nothing but stars and engines...
