out of control | transformers [original]

i. chapter six

"This is a terrible idea." Emerson started as she followed along behind her brunette companion. "I get that it's the only idea we have, but I'm just now realizing that it's a terrible idea."

There was a scoff from behind her. "You don't say?"

She turned to the teenage boy with a raised brow, "That was a rhetorical statement, you didn't need to agree with me because the fact that you agreed with me was already implied."

"Girls, girls-" Mikayla called from the top of the line, stopping to turn on her heel. "Stop bickering and come act like we're tourists."

Huffing annoyedly at the boy, Em quickly paced herself with the girl, randomly pointing at a bird every few steps to make it seem like they weren't here to infiltrate a military base.

The Hoover Dam wasn't particularly crowded at that time on a Monday morning, but it was still flooded with older ladies with cameras & young men wearing clean suits.

The three stood out- especially being the only teens there, when most were supposed to be at school- waiting out the days until summer break.

Emerson looked cautiously around, looking for any signs of military uniforms or secret agents.

A sudden breeze blew past them, and one of the older ladies' hats blew straight off & into the dam. She cried out in alarm, but all they could do was watch as it slowly made its way to the bottom. Emerson swallowed deeply as she looked over the edge- a very steep drop indeed.

Tearing her eyes from the railing, she looked back up to one of the towers, noting an extremely familiar suited man walking at a rapid pace to a group only a little bit away.

Blinking, she tapped the two on their arms. Their attention now directed at her, she nodded to the group of soldiers that stood only a few meters away.

Mikayla blinked, "Huh. I guess camo really does help you blend in."

Rolling her eyes, the blonde sighed. "Let's just get this over with. The anxiety is practically eating me alive."

The two agreed silently, before walking swiftly over to join the group. However stealthily they could.. which wasn't really any at all.

Emerson could feel her insides churning with nerves. She honestly felt like she would throw up. Not only were they not supposed to be there, but they could be taken away in an instant to be experimented on. And she hated needles with a burning passion.

As if it had taken only a few seconds, the three had finally made it to the group of uniforms- Agent Seymour Simmons standing tall in front of them.

"-you've all seen things that cannot be explained, correct?" he began, facing them with a secretive smirk on his face. "Well now I'm about to explain them to you. The information you are about to hear is highly classified. So don't go talking about it with your mothers on the kitchen phone, alright?"

Emerson stood awkwardly off to the side as the two teens besides her acted as if they were supposed to be there. She took in a deep breath, she could face Barricade without flinching, but the freaking government? The girl would take a decepticon over this any day.

It seemed the two others were confident in their appearances, and although she was around the same height as them, she felt small. Were they really doing this? Did she sound like too much of a wimp? She sure felt like one.

"-ey, hey you three." a voice brought her from her thoughts as she looked up to see Simmons staring at them with an irritated expression, "What is this, taco tuesday? Get out of here before I have you arrested for listening in on a federal conversation."