Sidestreaker

Chapter 2-Dad is mad, Sentinel Prime

"All arriving Autobots, in par, training and debriefing in fifteen minutes," the speakers blared. "Dino, report to bay twenty-three. Sideswipe, bay thirty-seven for weapons assessment." Optimus, in his alt mode, drove out of the plane and headed towards his bay. I saw who was back from the middle east. I knew that Bee, Dino, and Wheeljack had been on an op in the Middle East somewhere. "What's up... with Opt... Imus?" Bee asked me about dad. "He's been in a bad mood ever since we found that engine part, I hope he's okay." I told them. Bee was about to reply when I saw a lady in a suit stride into the hangar, a flustered lady with about ten purses following her. "Who is that?" I asked, turning to Sunstreaker who was by my side right now. "And when the President wants to know which members of Congress are politically vulnerable in terms of, let's say, undiscovered criminal conduct, I'm the number he dials," the lady said into the phone as she walked. I overheard what she was saying on the phone. 

"Great another snobbish government assigned person that I'm not gonna like." I whispered to Sunny. As she spoke, the assistant put a pair of sneakers down on the ground in front of the lady. The lady, without missing a beat, kicked off her heels and slid into the sneakers, still walking. I sent a look to Lennox, clearly concerned about the new lady. Lennox shrugged to me as the lady strode up to him. "CIA is up my ass about this mystery raid in the Middle East," the lady told Lennox. "So, it's time to come clean. Was your unit involved?" she asked Lennox. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and I were by my dad now waiting for them to come. "Ah... I'm not sure, ma'am." Lennox replied. They walked past a few N.E.S.T. soldiers practicing the Decepticon head kill shot on Bee. "As Director of National Intelligence, I'm a really big fan of intelligent answers," the lady snapped. A slightly panicked look crossed over Lennox's face. "I can't really tell you definitively. Some of these Autobots are like teenage kids. They like to sneak out of the house occasionally." Lennox answered and the lady sent him a hard, obviously displeased expression. "Colonel Lennox are you in command or not?" she demanded. Lennox turned red. "Yes, ma'am, I am," he told her. "I..." Will said before she cut him off. 

"Stop with the ma'am, Enough with the ma'am. Do I look like a ma'am?" she ordered. He sent a slightly panicked look at me, who shrugged, and leaned on my dad's alt mode as a comfort. Even though the lady was somewhat annoying, I enjoyed seeing Lennox at a loss for word. "No, ma'am. Ye- yes, ma'am. Yes." he answered and I scoffed. "Then what do you want us to call you? Sir?" I asked. Lennox stared at me in horror for a second, then he burst out laughing, clutching his sides with tears streaming down his face. However, when the lady sent him a murderous glare, he shut up, even though he had a broad grin on his face. The lady turned around and looked at me with a stern expression. "And you are?" she asked me for my name. "RJ Elite-Prime," I answered her. "Daughter of Optimus Prime here." I continued as I pointed to my dad who was still angry. "Optimus, you remember Charlotte Mearing. Our Director of National Intelligence?" Will asked dad and he didn't reply. "He's in a bad mood. He's not talking to anybody today." Dino told them as Mearing raised an eyebrow. "What is this, the silent treatment?" she demanded. Ironhide shook his head. 

"We've seen that, and this is not that," he answered. "Definitely not," Wheeljack agreed as Ironhide nodded. "This is worse," he added. I backed away to Sunstreaker and Sideswipe knowing what was about to happen. Ironhide slammed his fist on the roof of Optimus' cab. "Prime! Make something of yourself!" Ironhide said as dad started transforming. "He's pissed." Ironhide muttered. When Optimus finished his transformation, he leaned down, glaring at Mearing. "You lied to us. Everything humans know of our planet we were told had all been shared. So why was this found in human possession?" he accused. He jabbed his finger at the engine part. "You've been here for long enough that you should know that we're organized into countries! We don't share all our information with each other!" Mearing snapped. I grabbed dad's hand, with a swift calm down dad from me. Mearing took a deep breath. "We were in the dark on this also. It was Director Only clearance at Sector Seven until now." she told Optimus as she turned to her aide. "The bag." she asked the aide raised all the bags panickily. "Which bags?" she asked. Mearing sighed. "Hermes. Birkin. Green ostrich!" she exclaimed.