No Rest For the Wicked → Transformers

Confrontation

*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 closer and closer I came to my destination, the angrier I became. All I wanted was to get to Galloway and slam his fat little head into a concrete wall as well as the little puppet guards he had working for him; those guards had made a grave mistake when they chose to help him carry out his little scheme and today they too would learn.

To me, the ride here had seemed like it had taken seven hours though it had only taken me about two hours and fifteen minutes instead of the regular three hours it normally takes to travel to Washington D.C. It was awful though because my sickness had managed to resurface again. Aside from that, the ride here was silent as Adalyn was far too focused on trying to not to fly through the windshield. Obviously my driving had been pretty reckless but I didn't particularly care too much. I was way too focused on my destination to care about anything else.

My impatience was growing by the minute though. Washington D.C. traffic was absolutely crazy. I only had about five miles left until I arrived but here I was stuck behind some dumb broad who didn't know the difference between the colors red and green. It was truly an aggravating situation.

"What exactly are you going to do once you arrive at your so-called destination?" Adalyn asked from the passenger's seat.

I smirked and pressed my foot on the accelerator as the person in front of me finally decided to stop being an incompetent cunt bag.

"I plan on walking right in. But first I have to get past the security gates. It shouldn't be that hard though. It all depends on who's working them," I answered her; my throat burned.

"You really do scare me; well right now you do anyway."

I chuckled dryly. "Don't be scared of me. Like I told Sam, you're not the one I intend to hurt," I assured her.

"But you do intend to hurt someone right?"

I nodded. "Yes; someone who deserves to be hurt. Did I not tell you that in my free time I enjoyed fighting?"

"You did. Sam also said you were very dangerous but I wasn't made aware of that until today. I wouldn't picture you as someone who was capable of doing something like you're planning to do," she said.

I smiled at her. "Never judge a book by its cover, Ada."

She just sighed and sat back in her seat. I could feel the anger in me rise again when I drove across the bridge. The words "Department of Health and Human Services" were displayed in big white letter on the side of the brick structure. It had been years since I had been to this base; I was a little surprised I still knew where it was.

I took a sharp left turn and entered through to the security gates. I rolled my window down almost instantly and was met with the face of one of my dad's soldiers. I gave him a warm smile.

"Hey Steve." He had a confused look on his face, obviously surprised that I was here right now.

"Azalea. What are you doing here?" he asked me.

"To see Galloway," I sneezed.

"I can't let you in. We've been given orders," he stated. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the envelope off of the dashboard. I took the letter out and unfolded it before handing it to him.

"Fourth paragraph down. Check the signature," I told him.

He gave me a look before looking at the letter. His eyes widened ever so slightly and he handed the slip of paper back to me. I smiled happily and clutched the paper tightly in my hand.