Sidestreaker

Chapter 3-Protection, Simmons, and Apollo-11

"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bee and RJ, you take the freight elevator. I'll see you up there." Sam said to us as he, Wheelie, Carly and Brains exited and entered the building. Carly had apparently kicked Brains and Wheelie out on the porch with the dog. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bee and I were in the living room messing with our weapons. "Eh, these blows. That lady officially kicked us out." Wheelie said and I laughed at his comment about Carly. "Yeah. Witness protection program sucks." Brains added to Wheelie. "Yeah, but we're a whole lot safer with big yellow and his cannons, warrior goddess and her boyfriends because that dog can't protect crap." Wheelie said. Bumblebee whistling at Sam when he came down to see us. "Bee? You miss hanging out?" Sam said to Bee. I was sitting on the sofa, cleaning my throwing knives. 

After Sunstreaker and Sideswipe finished their weapons, they transformed into their alt modes to get to their holoforms. I finished with the last knife just as Sides sat down on my right side. Then we laid down on the sofa while watching Bee and Sam talking. Bumblebee whistled his noises through the radio. "Yeah, me, too." Sam said back. I rolled my eyes, kissed Sunny and Sides on the lips before turning on the TV and looking for something to watch. Bumblebee whistled again. "That woman, she called me a messenger. Can you believe that? After everything I've done, I'm a messenger." Sam said angerly to us. "It's Ok, Sam. It would be over before you know it." I said to Sam from Sidestreaker sandwich. "We should do something about it." Sam said thinking. Bee whistled again. "Bee, I need to know why they're killing humans. I say we call in the expert." Sam asked Bee. 

Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and I were watching the Bill O'Reilly show. "My next guest is a former American intelligence operative who has dared to speak out regarding our alleged military alliance with what many describe as a group of extraterrestrial mercenaries. He is the author of the bestselling book, Code-Name Hero. Former special agent, Seymour Simmons." Bill O'Reilly said in his studio. With Simmons in a fancy condo. "Bill. Big fan. Great to be here." Simmons said in the camera. "Found our expert and he's right there." I said pointing to the TV. Sam looked the TV and saw Simmons. "Now Agent Simmons, you would have us believe that it is in our best interest to formally take sides in this so-called alien civil war?" Bill O'Reilly asked Simmons. "Well, the other side wanted to spank us for breakfast, so I wouldn't exactly call it a toss-up. These Decepticons are lethal." Simmons said sarcastically to O'Reilly. "But polls show half the world would feel safer with the Autobots completely gone. Get them out of here! We don't need them here!" Bill said sternly. 

"Well screw you too, O'Reilly." I muttered of what he says. "I feel safer when I sleep with a hand grenade. Doesn't mean I'm always right." Simmons said about the two wars with us. "Now, agent, here at the Factor we have obtained documents that show you were fired by the intelligence committee..." O'Reilly said about the CIA. "Chaz, I'm doing an interview." Simmons said to an older gentleman. "Sorry, Mr. Simmons." Chaz said walking through the frame and Simmons didn't look happy. "Downsized, Bill. Budget cuts. Chaz, out." Simmons said about Sector Seven. "Your psych evaluation reports severe delusional tendencies!" O'Reilly said about Simmons' obsession. "We already know that in the last two years ago." I said annoyed. "This is ambush journalism." Simmons said about the interview. "Look, I'm not..." O'Reilly said shocked. "You want the truth about the alien alliance? Buy my book! Buy my book! Before it's too late, people! You want a piece of me, Bill? You want to get naked? I'm ready!" Simmons said getting up from his seat. 

"Wow." Everyone said about Simmons. "Interview is over! You, out...of...my...house." Simmons said to the camera crew. "You're sounding like a pinhead, agent. And I've got a suggestion for you..." O'Reilly said. "It's over! Understand?" Simmons said. "Damage control." O'Reilly said. "Dutch!" Simmons yelled for someone named Dutch. Someone in a suit and a Dutch accent. "You have obviously upset Mr. Simmons. You have twenty-three seconds to leave the property, I have called the police. You are peasant people throwing rocks at a giant!" Dutch said.