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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Hello again! A bit of an action chapter here, hope you enjoy! Also I would like to mention that I completely understand that most people aren't chained to a computer 24/7 like I am and do not mind if people can't review every single day. As long as people enjoy my story I'm a happy Dragon.
Chapter Sixty-Six: Customer Service
Sam’s voice was nearly gone. Of course screaming bloody murder may or may not have had something to do with it as Jazz tore down the road, Bluestreak only seconds behind him. He could hear his mother cheering over the comm. and groaned as he slumped further down in his seat. “Could you possibly slow down?” Sam tried to shout, unfortunately since his voice was very raw it only came out as a hoarse plea.
Jazz heard him however and quickly reduced his speed, startling Bluestreak as the other mech suddenly found himself in the lead. “-What happened?-” Bluestreak sent. “-Why’d you slow down?-”
“Sorry man, Sam asked and…” Jazz trailed off as Mikaela suddenly rolled down her window and stuck her head out, gagging sounds quickly emerging from the girl. Jazz nearly braked right then and there. “Oh man, sorry guys!” Jazz apologized as the girl pulled herself back in, coughing slightly.
“Ugh,” she muttered as Sam quickly handed her his soda, which she downed gratefully. “That was dizzying…”
“I’m really, really sorry man,” Jazz said again. “I forget how delicate you humans are.”
“No, it’s fine,” Sam told him quickly.
“Speak for yourself,” Mikaela muttered.
Sam sighed as he turned back to Jazz. “You’d have to slow down anyway; we’re nearly to the city.”
Jazz sighed. “Yeah, true.”
“-So where are we going?-” Bluestreak sent. “-Not the grocery store again…-”
“-Sorry Blue,-” Judy’s voice came through the radio. “-But it is needed.-” Everyone could hear Bluestreak’s sigh.
“So what do we need to get?” Sam asked curiously.
“-Pretty much everything,-” his mother responded as they entered the city and Bluestreak took the lead as he had been the only mech previous who had visited the horrible grocery store.
“Didn’t we have extra food from the wedding?” Mikaela asked absently.
“-Party stuff, yeah we have, but the basics such as eggs, and a few other essentials,-” Carol told them.
“So how long do ya think it’ll take ya? A couple hours or so?” Jazz asked them a bit too quickly and the three teenagers instantly looked down at the dash. “Because we’re in no hurry or anything; just take all the time that ya need.”
“-Why thank you Jazz,-” Judy’s voice floated out of the radio a bit scathingly. “-I take it you want us to shop for however long it takes the others to set that new pipeline down?-”
The Pontiac jerked slightly. “Um, yeah that would be the idea.”
Sam and Mikaela shook their heads though Miles was grinning widely. “Smart,” he chuckled as they finally pulled into the parking lot.
Bluestreak instantly turned into one of the furthest spots and parked, startling Jazz as well as the humans. “I am not going closer,” he insisted.
“Perhaps you could just drop us off at the door?” Judy tried to cajole.
“Yeah man, it ain’t that bad,” Jazz chuckled as he passed by. “And thank Primus for tinted windows.”
Sam smirked as he and the other two climbed out of the small car, glancing back to see that Bluestreak had swallowed his pride and had driven the two ladies to the front door. Closing Jazz’s drivers door he turned and nearly fell into a patrons shopping cart. “Oh, I’m sorry-” he began when he finally looked up at the person and his jaw nearly dropped. “Trent!”
Trent for the most part looked a little worse for wear, dark circles under his eyes and a rather dark scowl on his face as he looked past Sam and directly at the two Autobots behind him. Looking back at Sam and his friends, Trent merely sneered and shoved his cart forward as his mother called for him to hurry up. The three teenagers watched him go in amazement.
“He didn’t say anything!” Miles gasped as he watched the jock disappear into the crowed parking lot.
“No, he didn’t…” Mikaela looked thoughtful as she watched yet another of her ex’s retreating form. “That worries me.”
“One of your school friends?” Carol asked with a raised eyebrow as she looked where the football player had gone.
“Of a sorts,” Sam mumbled as he quickly turned and ducked into the store. Judy frowned and started explaining to Carol how it was that Miles had come to learn about the Autobots and the roll that Trent played.
Jazz watched the human’s disappear into the building and quickly pulled out and began driving back down one of the rows to the far end to park. “So what’s new?” Jazz asked as he quickly parked in a rather shady corner.
“Oh tons,” Bluestreak replied. “I didn’t tell you what happened to us on this one planet! We landed because Hound got what he thought was a faint Energon signal and when we landed, we learned that the whole planet was this rather gooey like substance and we were stuck! Can you believe it? It took us a while to finally get off of that place and the only way we could was we had to almost completely combined our pod thrusters and pull each other out! It was hysterical! All of us smelled funny for a week!”
“Really?” Jazz chuckled, wondering if he could pry the full version out of Prowl later that day. “So what else has been going on? On Earth I mean.”
“Well,” Bluestreak paused a moment. “There really wasn’t that much time between us arriving and you’re um… return.”
“Really?” Jazz asked surprised. “From what I heard, Red and a few of the others had been here a while.”
Bluestreak snickered. “Well, that’s because we got separated somewhat. We got caught in a meteor shower and Red was thrown off course. As a result, he heard Optimus’ signal and decided to come straight here. Prowl at the time thought it best to finish up our sweep of sector elmon before trying to find Red.”
“Really?” Jazz snickered. “Bet Inferno wasn’t happy.”
“He wasn’t,” Bluestreak confirmed with a snicker. “But then we got attacked and Sunny was nearly Offlined-”
“What?” Jazz cried out surprised, interrupting the other ‘Bot. “What happened?”
“Search me,” Bluestreak said quickly. “I stayed behind with Prowl, Hound and Blaster while the others took Sunny to safety.” He paused again. “From what I’ve managed to gather, it was Sam that saved him.”
“Sam saved him?” Jazz asked in total surprise. “How did that happen?”
“Search me…” Bluestreak said again.
Jazz sighed as he glanced back over at the building where the humans currently were. “There’s a lot more going on here than we know…” he grumbled.
“What?” Bluestreak asked.
“Dad’s keeping secrets,” Jazz said cryptically.
Bluestreak seemed puzzled. “Why would Ron keep secrets?”
Jazz chuckled when it seemed that every single core wiring in his entire frame froze. They were in a far corner and as a result, Jazz had a perfect view of both entrances to the store’s parking lot and so he was able to see the four black SUVs entering the lot at the same time, one each staying behind next to the exits. “Oh fuck!” Jazz muttered as the two remaining trucks stopped at the front of the store and a few humans climbed out. “Oh man, oh man, oh man…”
“What? What is it?” Bluestreak asked surprised as he tried to find out what it was that was so wrong that had Jazz nearly in hysterics.
“This is not good. See those four matching cars?” Jazz told him.
Bluestreak checked the parking lot and instantly saw the vehicles that Jazz was talking about. “What about them?” he asked puzzled.
“Those look exactly like the ones Sector Seven used.”
“You don’t mean-”
“It’s Sector Thirteen,” Jazz announced solemnly.
Bluestreak gaped as he scanned the four vehicles in question once again. “Well damn.”
“My thoughts exactly. Back up, let’s try and stay out of sight.”
“Do you think they’re after us?” Bluestreak asked.
“Don’t know,” Jazz muttered. “They may only know about ‘Cade and ‘Bee. We don’t even know if they know about Ratchet and Optimus or even Ironhide. Me… well… there are perks to being thought of as dead,” he chuckled.
“What about me?” Bluestreak asked.
“I doubt it. I don’t think they have any idea about our companions or… slag.”
Bluestreak and Jazz watched as the two SUV’s not watching the exits began a methodical sweep of all the rows of cars. They were most definitely looking for something… or someone. “They’re looking for us, aren’t they?” Bluestreak muttered.
“I’d bet my music list on it,” Jazz growled.
“So what do we do?” Bluestreak asked as he looked around. “There are way too many humans.”
“For now, let’s see if we can’t sneak around to the back,” Jazz told him as he eyed a large truck making a delivery. “I can only hope that Sam and the others are alright.” Bluestreak made a slight noise of agreement as he fell into line behind Jazz and they quickly ducked behind the truck and used it as a shield to get to the back of the building.
“Smell this,” Judy said as she shoved a bright red tomato in Sam’s face.
Sam scrunched up his nose and stared at the fruit. “I don’t smell anything,” he told her.
Judy frowned at him as she smelled it herself. “I think this is a good one,” she announced as she placed it in her cart. “Now help me find four more.”
“Mom…” Sam whined as he looked down in the shopping cart- the rather overflowing shopping cart. “I think we have enough.”
“For two families, two rangers and Mikaela? This is only the first trip out,” Judy scoffed.
Sam sighed as he glanced around and saw Miles at the butcher’s block with his mother. The two boys shared long-suffering looks but what else could they do? Mikaela had disappeared with a little shopping basket of her own, stating she was getting her own few items and Sam envied her. Last he saw, she was at the bake… … … shop… … … “Fuck.”
“Sam!”
“It’s them!” Sam whispered as he snagged his mothers arm and quickly dragged her around the corner and down an aisle.
“What? Who them?” Judy asked surprised.
“Sector Thirteen!” Sam hissed.
“What?” Judy cried again, only this time a little bit quieter as she turned and peered around the display of cookies. “Where?”
“Those guys. The two in the suits.”
“By the milk?” Judy asked.
“Milk? They were by the chip aisle.
“Well then there are four,” Judy muttered.
“Oh no,” Sam groaned as he looked around his mother, ignoring the few odd looks he was receiving from passerby’s. “We need to warn the others and get out of here.”
“How?” Judy asked as she eyed the men. “Do you think they would recognize me?”
“Possibly… Wait! Mom, do you have Carol’s number in your cell?” he quickly asked her.
Judy blinked in surprise and quickly began digging thought her purse. “You go and try to find Mikaela, I’ll get Carol and Miles.”
Sam nodded and he once again checked the men’s position before he quickly darted the other way as Judy brought the phone to her ear. Darting down the bread aisle he quickly began trying to find the white t-shirt that Mikaela had worn today. She had her hair in a high ponytail so it shouldn’t be too hard to find her. Easier said than done.
Darting up and down the aisles quickly he soon found her in the women’s hygiene department. “Mikaela!” his hissed.
“Sam!” She cried in surprise and quickly set the box of tampons back on the shelf. “What are you-”
“No time!” Sam hissed as he took her basket and set it down on the floor. “I just saw those guys from Sector Thirteen.”
“What?” she hissed as she began looking over her shoulder and all around. “Where?”
“Back by the produce,” Sam whispered. “Mom was going to try and get Mrs. Lancaster on her cell and-”
“Sam!” The two turned around surprised to find Miles and his mother with Judy quickly ducking into the aisle, minus the shopping carts. “What do we do?”
“We have to get to Jazz and Bluestreak,” Sam said. “There’s no way we can fight them in here.”
“This way!” Judy said, snagging Carol’s arm and quickly darting down towards the back. “There’s a restroom by the pharmacy.”
“We’re going to hide in the bathroom?” Carol asked disbelievingly.
“Hell no. I worked here once before I married Ron. There’s the break room and it has a door to the back for the smokers.”
“Go Mom!” Sam snickered as they quickly darted through the double doors and into a small room with tables and chairs. A few of the workers looked up but none of them said anything, as they were mostly teenagers.
One older lady glanced at them and raised an eyebrow. “Judy? I thought I saw you out by the cereal but I wasn’t sure.”
“Hey Sue, we’ve got a problem,” Judy smiled at her. “Ran into an ex of mine and I have got to get out of here before he sees me.”
Sue smirked as she nodded and stood, setting her paper aside. “I’ve got a key for the back door,” she said with a smile. “They made me a supervisor you know.”
“Really? I hadn’t heard that. Congratulations.”
“Mom!” Sam hissed as he peered through the small window at the crowed store beyond. “We’re kind of on a time crunch here.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“This way,” Sue nodded towards the door. “Hi Carol. How did that roast turn out?”
“Perfectly,” Carol smiled. “The seasonings you suggested worked out wonderfully.”
Sam and Miles stared at one another in disbelief as they resisted the urge to shove their respective mothers through the doors. Sue turned the key and they quickly found themselves on a loading dock where a truck was just beginning to back up. “Oh good. The load’s here and only three hours late,” Sue shook her head before she let out a low whistle. “What are those doing parked back here?”
“Thank a lot Sue! We’ll talk to you later!” Judy called out as they quickly trumped down the stairs and ran for the cars.
“How did you know we’d be back here?” Sam asked as he slipped into Jazz’s driver seat.
“We didn’t,” Jazz replied quickly. “We saw the SUV’s and had to get under cover.”
“One problem,” Bluestreak said as he pulled next to Jazz. “They’re watching the exits. How in the world are we going to get out of here?”
“The highway’s behind us,” Carol said as she stuck her head through the window. “Could we just go there?”
Sam and the others quickly turned around to see what Carol was talking about. “You mean down the steep hill?”
“Whoa momma. That is one steep drop,” Jazz muttered.
Sam glanced down at the mech. “Do you think you can make it?” he asked.
“Won’t know until we try, will we?” Jazz replied.
Bluestreak let out a small groan. “Ratchet isn’t going to like this…”
“Why wouldn’t he?” Jazz asked surprised. “We’re trying to get away here.”
“Yeah, but what do you suppose this’ll do to our undercarriage?”
Jazz cringed but couldn’t say anything more as one of the SUV’s suddenly rounded the corner. “SLAG IT! GO!”
Both he and Bluestreak turned and quickly jumped the small curb as the driver of the SUV quickly zeroed in on them and followed the Autobot’s attempted to go down the rather steep embankment. “Hang on!” Bluestreak said as he turned his tires and suddenly was going down the hill sideways before he swung around again and was going backwards.
Jazz was no better as he quickly put himself in reverse in an attempt to slow his decent. “This is nuts,” he muttered as they tried to keep themselves from falling… like the SUV was currently doing beside them.
All the humans watched shocked as the SUV proceeded to roll right past them, the driver apparently unable to keep the vehicle upright on its tiers as it bounced down the hill. There was a blare of horns as it bounced into traffic and slid across the pavement to finally come to a halt at the center divider. Sam could just barely make out the driver and his passenger and couldn’t tell if they were even still alive.
“Hang on everybody!” Jazz shouted as they soon bounced over the small ditch and pulled out into the road. Skittering a bit, it took Jazz and Blue a few moments to get their traction and soon they were stopped.
Everyone was quiet for a moment before Judy glanced over at Carol. “That was the worst idea, ever,” she growled.
“It worked,” Carol retorted.
“CRAP! THEY’RE BACK!” Miles suddenly shouted and everyone whirled around to see two more of the SUV’s appear down the merge ramp.
“HANG ON!” Jazz shouted again as he and Bluestreak quickly slipped into gear and took off down the road, leaving the small crash behind.
Sam glanced in the review mirror and grimaced as he watched the two SUV’s swerve around the other cars in an attempt to catch up to them, the two thugs clearly seen through the glass as they got closer. “This is not good,” Sam muttered. “Can you go faster?”
“I’m tryin’ man,” Jazz growled as he swerved around a slow moving Chevy. “It’s rush hour traffic!”
“-Jazz!-” Bluestreaks voice was strained as it came out of the speakers. “-There’s a problem up ahead! Looks like road construction and they’re stopping our lane!-”
“What?” Jazz cried out surprised. “I doubt we can stop-”
There was a sudden ping at Jazz’s rear and Miles whirled around surprised to stare at goon number two leaning out of his passenger window with a gun in his hand. “Oh fuck! He’s shooting at us!”
“What the-?” Jazz cried out as another volley of what everyone now knew to be bullets started randomly hitting him. “Slag. Bluestreak! We have to go around ‘em!”
“-What?-” Bluestreak shouted back as Jazz speed up and past the other Autobot.
“Just follow my lead!” Jazz shouted back.
“OH MY GOD!” Sam cried as suddenly they were off the pavement and move quickly around both people and machinery alike. All the road side workers scrambled to get out of the way and Sam wanted nothing better to do that to duck his head and hide but for some reason, he just could not look away as they tore around the steam roller.
“They’re slowing down!” Miles reported as he was still looking out the back windshield watching the SUV’s struggle to keep up with the two aerodynamic Autobots.
“-Thank Primus,-” Bluestreak sighed as they finally tore around a small barricade and were once again on the open road. “-Boy am I glad that’s over with…-”
The sudden wail of sirens soon echoed out behind them and everybody whirled around once more in disbelief as they saw a highway patrol car suddenly pull out into the road behind him. “Can’t he read? We have diplomatic plates!” Jazz muttered.
“I don’t think he really cares,” Sam announced as the cop pushed his car to the limits to catch up. “He’s probably radioing for help right now.”
“-Should we pull over?-” Bluestreak sent.
“And run the risk of this cop working for Sector Thirteen?” Jazz cried out in surprise. “Divide and conquer!”
“-Gotcha!-”
Bluestreak suddenly turned left as Jazz went right and soon the poor cop didn’t know which one to follow at first before he turned and stayed with Jazz. “Hang on guys!” Jazz announced as he suddenly veered right and then left and then right again before ducking into a parking garage. Everyone held their breath until the cop car, unable to keep up with Jazz’s wild turns sped by. “Well thank Primus that’s over with…” Jazz muttered.
“Hey!” Sam cried out in surprise as he looked around. “We’re back in the garage where Barricade first took me!”
Everyone just stared at Sam before Mikaela leaned over and gave him a small whack over the head. “Honestly.”
Dr. Burgen frowned from where he was sitting in the back of one of the two SUV’s that had remained in the parking lot of one of Tranquility City’s many grocery stores. “What do you mean they got away?”
There was a nervous swallow before the voice came over the line again, “-Just what I said sir. They managed to give us and the city police the slip.-”
Dr. Burgen frowned as he quickly snapped his cell phone shut and glowered. The passenger next to him shifted nervously. “Um… Mr. Uh, I mean Dr. Burgen, sir?”
Dr. Burgen turned and gifted the younger man next to him with a brilliant smile. “Do not worry Mr. DeMarco. It will only be a matter of time before I have all of them captured and destroyed. There is nothing to fear. Now you just run along and call us if you see Mr. Witwicky or any of those cars again.”
Trent let out a small sigh of relief as he reached for the door handle. “So I’m going to get that check, right?”
Dr. Burgen smiled darkly. “Why of course!” he said cheerfully. “Thanks to you, we now have the forms of two new alien invaders to add to our watch list. You have done well.”
Trent smiled as he opened the door and jumped out, giving the doctor a nod as he left. Dr. Burgen watched him go for a moment before he turned back to his laptop and began going though the photo array that his team had been able to take before they lost them. “Sir?” the driver asked as he glanced at the man in the back seat via the rear view mirror.
“Head back to gamma base. We have work to do…” Dr. Burgen ordered. The man nodded as he quickly started the car and eased out into traffic. Dr. Burgen ignored him however as he finally stopped on one particular photo showing young Samuel Witwicky behind the wheel of a rather shiny Pontiac Solstice and stared at both the car and the boy. “Just how many of them are there, Mr. Witwicky?” he drawled as he stared down at the picture. “And can you protect them all?” Neither of the guards in the front seat thought it best to say anything as a dark, maniacal laughter echoed from the darken backseat of the SUV.

Author's Note: Told you it was an action chapter! Please join us tomorrow for chapter Sixty Seven: A Busy Day
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