Change of Law and Heart

Chapter 22: Cheeky Mechs

Here's another one! I have some news: I'm going to be taking the written test for my driver's license. The whole shutdown messed up my plan to schedule it a while back so I'm a little rusty. Of course, I'm nervous because after that, I have to take the actual driving test two weeks later. It doesn't help I over think everything, especially tests. Hopefully I won't screw myself over because of that.

The deep and sharp rumbling of a jet caught my attention. The two of us looked out the windows to see three jets above us. "Slag! Change of plans. You two are going to run through the forest so I can beat the slag out of them."

His tires screeched to a stop on the pavement and the doors open for our escape. Dom and I scrambled out of the car and immediately took off in a mad dash for the tree line. We glanced at each other, knowing what to do next in a hectic moment like this.

I pulled my gun out and came to a stop right in time as the purple jet transformed in front of us. It smirked sinisterly down at Dom and reached its hand out to grab to him. "Oh no you don't!" I aimed my gun at his head with a steady hand and popped off a couple shots.

The purple Con cried out in pain and stumbled back, placing his hands on his face. My victory didn't last long as a dark grey hand wrapped around me and my body up into the air. My feet dangled freely and made me feel powerless.

With my gun still in hand, I twisted the best I could and shot a few more bullets at the blue Con. Like the other one, he cried out and grabbed at his neck which was leaking energon. He tossed me away like garbage.

Flying through the air made it felt like it was minutes before a yellow hand caught me safely. The air was knocked out of my lungs and my head hit the metal of Sunstreaker's hand. I groaned then yelped in surprise as Sunstreaker expertly blocked hits from the other Cons.

Sunstreaker was swift and slick with his movements with his twin helping his escape. I finally was set down on the hard asphalt and watched the two get back in the action. It had seemed a couple of other jets joined the party, still out numbering the Bots.

Through the mess of the surrounding area, I spotted the flash of a light blue shirt making its way through the forest. Dom was still out there, in need of help.

My eyes observed the intense fighting going on in the middle of the road before noticing a Con looking over where Dom is. Gladly, throughout this whole thing, my gun was still in my hand. I got off of my butt and took aim once again at the red optic of the Con.

All it took was a single bullet to hit his eye and allow Crosshairs to take him down. I cheered inwardly and greeted my friend once he got over to me. "Remind me never to on the wrong of your barrel," Dom joked and sat on down the asphalt with me.

We silently watched the fight the remaining bots and breathed heavily, attempting to catch our breath. I lay back on the cool ground below me and stared up at the dark sky. The adrenaline rush was gone left my body feeling heavy and tired.

A yawn escaped me and Dom chuckled quietly. "The two us are going to sleep good tonight."

The sound blasting of jets taking off scared me from nearly falling asleep. The three original jets that attacked us were making a hasty retreat to wherever their base is. Sides red head came into view and a look of concern and worry covered his face. "Brey? Are you okay?" he questioned and sounded like he was going to cry.

"Yeah, just, I now don't like free flying or planes; especially jets," I joked and sat up with my arms resting on my knees. A tiny smile appeared on his and his brother's lips. "I'm gonna stay with cars yep, I need car." My speech slightly slurred as if I was drunk which was how I acted when exhausted.