No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Era of Bad News

*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

The four of us sat in a dark room which was dimly lit by three lamps.The three guards he had came to retrieve us with stood in front of us, watching us carefully and I hadn't a clue as to why. It was creeping me out to say the least, but I did my best to ignore them.

On the other hand, I was growing incredibly impatient with Galloway who had stepped out for a moment for some unknown reason. I actually didn't really care what that reason was. All I wanted was for him to get his scrawny ass in here and tell us what he needed to tell us so I could be on my very way.

I sat back in my chair in hopes to make myself comfortable but it only made me even more restless. Galloway had now been gone for a little over ten minutes and I was becoming very agitated with him. If he didn't show up within the next five minutes I would probably just get up and leave.

"What is taking him so long?" I grumbled.

"He'll return shortly," one of the guards answered rather rudely.

I made a face, but as if on cue the door opened to reveal the lanky man. He walked over to the head of the table and sat down, throwing a pile of folders out in front of him.

"Care to tell us why we're in here?" I inquired impatiently. He shot me a look before opening up one of the file folders.

"Are we in trouble?" Sam asked him.

Galloway shook his head. "Not exactly. I just have a very important matter to discuss with you."

"What is it?" Mikaela questioned him. I folded my arms on the table, ignoring the small ounce of pain coming from my left arm.

"Sam and Mikaela, we'll start with you. How did the two of you cross paths with the Autobots?" Galloway asked.

I scrunched my eyebrows and Sam scratched his head.

"Well, I had a pair of my great grandfather's old glasses and I advertised them on eBay. They had some sort of map on it that the Autobots needed to help locate the All Spark. After that whole battle ensued, Bumblebee became my guardian and it all just took off from there. And Mikaela was my potential girlfriend during that time period. It's pretty self-explanatory," Sam explained to the man.

He simply nodded and turned his attention to me. "Azalea, how about you?"

I sighed. "Well, my dad returned home with a GMC Topkick that I wasn't familiar with. When I met Ron, or Ironhide's human form, things started changing in my life. I met a bunch of strange people including Ratchet, Optimus, Mudflap and Skids. It was only after a few mishaps and one very gnarly concussion that I finally found out what they all were," I told him.

"And I'm more than aware that you are Ironhide's mate?" Galloway asked me.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Yes. But what does that and us knowing the Autobots have to do with why we're here?"

He sighed and folded his arms across the table before looking at the three of us.

"It has to do with quite a lot actually. You three are aware that knowledge of the Autobots is classified and that information concerning the Autobots and their existence is not to be shared with any civilian who falls under the authority of the government and the president right?"

We nodded.

"What are you saying?" Sam asked.

"The president and I have come to a resolution to fix this entire mess," he spoke.