"Talking"
'Dog thoughts/ talk'
- radio -(—)
A yellow car was on its way to Nevada, Tranquility. He had been searching the web when he finally got a lead on his mission, a photo of a particular pair of glasses on a school website for a class, posted and labeled by username: Sam_W2. Apparently the glasses were to be used for a school presentation. Having alerted Prime he received a new mission: get the glasses and protect the owner if necessary, but stay hidden.
The car had arrived in Tranquility in less than a day since his mission was assigned and proceeded to find Sam_W2. Using the schools location from the web and even hacking its records to find all the Sam's in the 10th grade that had the assignment to lower his search.
Surprisingly there were three different people, two were femmes, one that went by Sam while the other went by the designation Samantha. There was also a mech with the designation Sam. Based off his Earth knowledge and the picture's summary he concluded 'Sam' had a 75 percent chance of being the mech, hopefully limiting his options. Though he would have to stake out the other two if he was wrong.
While driving on the road early morning he saw a dark haired boy running with a mini four legged organic. A ...dog, ...Golden chihuahua breed by the web search he quickly did. They were of no importance since he had to find...
"Sam!"
He instantly slammed on his brakes, luckily at a stop sign so he went unnoticed by the young mech and older femme. In order to listen into the conversation he turned at the stop sign and pulled over not too far from their location. Going as far as to open his door for a second or two before closing it, leaving his 'unoccupied' vehicle on the side of the road.
"Mrs. Lorie," the mech breathed, taking a quick glance at the four legged ...German Shepard, "Scar." He nodded. "What can I do for you?" Asking with a polite but slightly tired smile.
"I've told you to call me Carol, Sam" The femme chastised firmly before turning sweet again. "I was hoping you'd take Scar an hour earlier tomorrow, Andy and I were hoping to go somewhere special for our anniversary." She gushed.
Even though the car was trying to pay attention to the femme's chattering to 'Sam', the two dogs stole a bit of his attention. The little dog had jumped up and kicked the larger one right in the center of its nose with its back leg. Not long after, the larger dog laid down and the smaller one nuzzled the side of it's helm, before grabbing the ear and tugging. Leading to an all out brawl that looked more fun than painful. He was surprised when the humans didn't seem to notice. Was that normal behavior?
Not long after the two humans wrapped up their conversation with the femme handing over green paper saying it was an advance payment which 'Sam' happily tucked away in his pocket. The femme gave him a fond smile as the two started to leave before she shouted, "Good luck getting that car Sam!"
He turned around and beamed, "Thanks!" While the dog let out a single "Bark!" And they took off again at a run. Before he could follow them from a safe distance he heard the femme mumble, "A pair those two are."
(—)
Through out the week he had been following 'Sam'. He had learned that he was the owner of those glasses, much to his relief. He even heard Sam's presentation numerous times, some were interrupted with a single 'bark' here or there which caused Sam to pause and then start over, changing the presentation slightly before continuing on.
When the presentation was finally completed, he was at the school to see an excited Sam rushing out of the building. As well as his dog Mojo leaping out of a car and landing perfectly to meet him instead of waiting in the car like it had done for the past week. Watching the interaction he couldn't help but wonder why it had growled. Over his time watching Sam, he noticed that Mojo was different from the other dogs he had seen around the area. The mini organic wouldn't constantly bark, and each bark had some type of meaning behind it, whether it was to draw attention or agree in excitement. He was even put on high alert once when he heard the Witwicky's house door open.
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