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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: Well, I got a lot of mixed reviews for the last chapter so I'm a bit hesitant to post this one. I hope you enjoy it anyway. On a side note: ONLY ONE HUNDRED MORE DAY'S TILL TRANSFORMERS 2! I SO CAN'T WAIT!

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Help Wanted
“I have to find him,” Barricade announced, breaking into the stunned hush that had engulfed the room. Bumblebee glanced over at the ‘Con fretfully, just waiting for the outburst of rage and fury and was stunned when there wasn’t one. Barricade however just growled and glared at the cages lining the wall, his left hand twitching sporadically as he clenched it repeatedly. Bumblebee glanced at Sam through the glass and could see the human also throwing worried glances the ‘Cons way.
“And we will,” Optimus told the mustang gently. He could practically feel the heat rising from the ‘Con at the notion that the humans had his partner.
“We?” Inferno glanced at Optimus with a small quirk of the head. “We’re going to rescue a ‘Con?”
The First Arrivals frowned at him and Red leaned over and whapped him once over the head. “Should it matter?” Red asked sharply. “It’s one of our own kind suffering who knows what at the hands of some nut! Can you honestly say that we’re not going to help him?” Inferno instantly ducked his head and a few of the others did too. It was a bit of a conundrum. On the one hand, it was a ‘Con; on the other, it was someone in trouble and possibly being tortured.
Optimus just sighed as he looked about at the others. “Decepticon or not, we cannot allow such an atrocity to go on. No one deserves that.”
Barricade was just shaking his head as he watched Optimus rebuke the others. “Does he talk like that on purpose or is it a Primus thing?” he asked ‘Bee as Sam and the others appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a few papers still with them.
“Well Primus doesn’t really speak like that so…” Sam shrugged as he stepped up into Barricade’s hand. ‘Bee picked up Mikaela and Miles as Epps dragged a rather reluctant Will over to Ironhide, absolutely refusing to walk up the ramp on his own two legs.
“What are you guys talking about? What’s wrong with the way I talk?”
Barricade turned to look at Optimus with a critical optic. “Sometimes it’s like your two different people. Using words like ‘atrocity’ and ‘ilk’. Sometimes I worry about you, or rather your sanity.”
“NO MORE TESTS!” Everyone jumped and turned to Perceptor in surprise at the shout. Perceptor just glared at them all. “I mean it. No more. EVER!” and with that, Perceptor whirled around and began heading for the ramp to go back to the surface muttering to himself. “Stupid pain in the aft skeptics... I tell them the results and do they believe me? Oh no! They have to make me do the same thing over a thousand slagging times! I do have other things to do, not that they think it’s going to make any difference…”
Optimus watched the small scientist tromp up the ramp with a small shake of the head as he turned to Wheeljack and Inferno. “Just what did you mechs do to him?” he asked with a small inquisitive quirk of his head.
Wheeljack and Inferno shuffled slightly. “Um… we may have gone overboard on the testing,” Inferno muttered. Red just huffed and turned to follow the microscope mimic out and Inferno quickly raced to catch up to him. “It’s not that I don’t trust you, I just worry sometimes.”
“Good. Because it’s my job to be the suspicious one,” Red Alert’s voice floated down the tunnel.
There were a few chuckles as Optimus took the Witwicky’s while Bluestreak offered the Lancasters a lift. “Well, it looks like I’ll need you to call Keller again,” Optimus sighed as they began the long trek back up.
“He’s not going to like this,” Will shook his head. “He only just left a few days ago.”
“Can’t be helped. We need someone to start investigating this place and working on those computers you found.”
“You think they’ll send Maggie and Glen again?” Sam asked with a hopeful look.
Epps shrugged at him. “Depends; they currently have them working on trying to find Sector Thirteen.”
“True.”
It was a while later that they caught up to the other three and finally made their way out of the tunnel. “Epps, would you mind going back to the hatch and shutting this thing?” Epps nodded and Ironhide turned towards the hole that still needed to be filled in. “We have got to find the master switch for this thing,” he muttered. “I highly doubt that that was the only way to open and close this thing.”
“If there is, I would think it would be human size and maybe in one of the offices?” Mikaela suggested.
“We’ll keep an eye out for it,” Judy told the big rig.
“Thanks,” Optimus nodded gratefully. “Now all we have to do is figure out the next step from here.”
“I would think finding where their new base was located and subsequently where they have Frenzy would be our next step,” Barricade drawled as he glanced over at the Autobot.
“Yes, but in order to do that, we have to call the humans,” Optimus stressed before he turned to Sam. “Could you call again?”
Sam nodded as he looked at the sky. “It’s getting dark here, so I think it’s already pretty late in Washington.”
“I would prefer that we didn’t wait,” Barricade declared. “This doesn’t sit right with me.”
“Nor I,” Optimus sighed. “See if you can get a hold of someone who can call Keller.” Sam nodded and Barricade turned towards the communications station with ‘Bee right behind him.
“Well, this has been a rather tiring day,” Carol announced as she stepped down off of Bluestreak’s hand. “I believe that I shall turn in.”
Steve looked at his wife puzzled. “But it’s only six…”
“This day has been long enough,” Carol muttered as she made her way to the bunkhouse.
“She does have a point,” Judy yawned as well. “I think I’ll go too. It’s been crazy.”
Ron looked over at her surprised. “But what about dinner?”
Judy frowned at him. “Go finish off the wedding cake.”
“Hey,” Ratchet suddenly said surprised as he glanced around. “Did anyone see where Jazz went?” Bluestreak looked up surprised before he too quickly turned and dashed away before the medic took notice of his quick escape.
Optimus shook his head. “That way,” he said pointing at the building that Bluestreak had disappeared around.
Ratchet looked over and gave Optimus a small nod of thanks before he took off after his escaping patient.
The rhythmic whirl of the helicopter blades startled everyone around one in the morning and Optimus quickly ducked into the main hanger to switch on the ground’s floodlights so the pilot could see where he was going. Sam groaned as he rolled over and glanced bleary eyed at the camaro situated below. “I think Keller’s back,” he groaned as he rolled over and buried his face back into his pillow.
“What makes you think that?” Barricade drawled as he finally stopped pacing around the hanger. Something ‘Bee was very thankful for since the mechs constant movement had been rendering him slightly dizzy.
“Call it a hunch,” Sam mumbled as he pulled his comforter up and buried himself in it.
Barricade just stared down at the small human that was already snoring again before he glanced down at the ‘Bot still in car mode. ‘Lazy oafs,’ he thought with a shake of the head. “You coming?”
“Yeah, I’ll make it,” Bumblebee sighed as he finally shifted back to his mech form. “Sam?” he called. There was a snore from the small platform.
“Sam… Keller…” Barricade huffed as he reached over the railing to poke the small figure.
“Ah! I’m up!” Sam cried as he jerked away from the probing digit. “Jeez you’re cold!” he growled as he yanked a few clothes out of his dresser and ducked behind his screen.
“Well I can’t help it,” Barricade huffed as he began pacing the hanger once again.
Bumblebee sighed as he watched the other mech wander from one end of the hanger to the other. “I’m sure we’ll find him.” Barricade glanced up and scowled at the yellow mech but ‘Bee just gave him a knowing look. “Trust me. Optimus has already decided on this and he won’t allow Frenzy to continue being a prisoner. We’ll get him out.”
“It doesn’t matter to me whether you help me or not- I am going after him,” Barricade grumbled before he turned and began pacing again, muttering. “That’s only if we find him though. That’s even assuming he’s still in this country.”
‘Bee shared a look with Sam as the boy appeared out of the small restroom in the corner of the hanger by the old office. “I think he’s worried,” ‘Bee whispered as he held out a hand for the boy.
Sam just nodded as he balanced himself and glanced over at the ‘Con as well. “I think he’s upset.”
“Well wouldn’t you?” ‘Bee said as they exited the hanger and quickly made their way over to where Optimus was awaiting the arrival of the helicopter.
“Good morning,” the dual colored mech nodded in greeting.
“Ugh,” was Sam’s only reply.
Bumblebee himself was glancing around the empty courtyard. “I take it that everyone else is still in recharge?”
Optimus instantly frowned. “That or they’re just ignoring us.”
‘Bee chuckled. “I’m surprised that Prowl and the others haven’t appeared yet with the helicopter inbound.”
“Or Red for that matter. What would be the irony if that turned out to be yet another Decepticon?”
“Doubtful,” Barricade announced as he finally appeared. “One of the problems with the seekers all being the same alt mode. We never know who’s who until one of them says anything.”
Optimus thought about it for a moment before he nodded. “I’m just happy the twins have different alt modes here. Their different coloring was the only way to tell them apart for the longest time.”
Barricade nodded as they watched the inbound helicopter. “I don’t think Keller is going to like this much…”
Optimus sighed as he looked over where Jazz and Prowl had appeared, Jazz yawning as he practically hung of his husbands arm. “It’s too slagging early,” he grumbled as he looked out where the helicopter was just becoming large enough to make out the details without zooming in.
Optimus glanced at his two sub-commanders somewhat amused. “I’m surprised you’re even up,” he chuckled.
Jazz just grumbled something and jerked a thumb towards his mate. “Talk to him, man. If it were up to me, I’d still be sleepin’.”
Prowl just shook his head as he too looked out at the inbound vehicle. “How long until they arrive?”
“Oh, it shouldn’t be long now,” Optimus said as he started snickering. The other mechs all glanced at him confused but Optimus just pointed to Sam who had once again fallen asleep, curled up in ‘Bee’s hand. “He looks like Beeper,” he chuckled. “The cat,” he added on after seeing Prowl and Jazz’s confused looks.
Bumblebee chuckled as well as he looked down at his dozing charge. “He kind of does, doesn’t he?”
The five mechs went quiet after this as they waited for the helicopter to finally arrive. Barricade took a bit of sadistic pleasure as he prodded Sam awake again. “Will you cut that out!” Sam snarled as he straightened and stretched.
“But it works so well in rousing you from the dead,” Barricade snickered.
‘Bee gave Sam a sympathetic look. “He’s right.”
Sam just glared at them before he decided to just let it go and he instead waved at Jazz. “I see you’re still avoiding Ratchet,” he said as he looked over the multiple little holes still all over Jazz’s person.
Jazz just let out a long-suffering sigh as Prowl sent him a sharp glare. “Yes, he is,” Prowl growled.
Jazz frowned at him as he threw up his hands in annoyance. “I’ll get checked out later since we have more important things to worry about.”
Optimus glanced at his lieutenant. “Such as?”
Jazz just smirked as the helicopter finally landed right outside the base next to the still unfilled hole. “Such as has anyone considered that since we’re practically living over their old base, what’s to say that Sector Thirteen won’t show up?”
‘Bee, ‘Cade, Sam and Prowl all just stared at the other mech before Optimus groaned and brought up a hand to smack against his forehead. “Slag it! I have to go get Red. Jazz is right. What would the odds be that the empty air base that Will and Epps just happened to have helped with the cleanup and suggest as a new place for us to live, be the secret underground base for the organization that we’re currently fighting against?”
“Um, a thousand to one?” Jazz chuckled. “I mean, come on man. You have got to love the irony in all this.”
“I’d rather it be something that wouldn’t give me as many headaches,” Optimus snarled as he watched the helicopter shut down and the door finally swing open. He flicked his optics on and off a couple of times as he stared at the multitude of bags that were currently being hurled out of the machine as he and the others made their way over.
“Optimus!” They heard Keller’s rather irritated voice call out. “This is the last time! I swear! I’m tempted to just list this palace as my second home I’m here so often!”
Optimus cringed as the man finally appeared, rather ruffled and surprisingly not in a suit but plain jeans and a regular button down shirt. “I am sorry about this John.”
Keller just sighed as he turned and took another bag from the helicopter, this time one with a rather pinkish floral print and soon Maggie was climbing down. “Did you really find an underground base?” she asked with excitement as she threw her shoulder bag strap over her head. “What was it like? Are we going to go right there? Just how many computers are there?”
“Maggie, girl. It’s not even daylight yet,” Glen muttered as he tossed down a duffle bag and followed her. “I’m tired.”
Maggie just rolled her eyes while Sam was eyeing the bags surprised. Even Keller’s guards, who no one still knew their names, had large duffle bags over their own shoulders. “Um, moving in?” Sam asked as he glanced at the assorted luggage.
“We may as well,” Keller grumbled as he lifted one of the bags and snagged a suitcase handle.
“Here, let us help with that,” Jazz held out a hand that Keller gratefully dumped his bag into.
“Thanks Jazz,” Keller sighed before he glanced up and finally looked at the mech. “What happened to you?” he gasped as he took in all the small holes.
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that part. We ran into Sector Thirteen at the grocery store, can you believe it?” Sam chuckled as he took one of the bags as well.
Even the two guards were looking at Sam in shocked disbelief as Maggie suddenly leaned forward and placed the back of her hand over his forehead. “You feeling alright?” she asked him. “Because a normal person wouldn’t forget that they had been shot at!”
“Well it’s been a rather busy day,” Sam pouted. “What with the base and then learning that Frenzy is being held captive.”
Keller, Maggie and Glen shared a guilty look before Maggie turned to Barricade. “We are sorry about that, but after we managed to um, knock him out we just kind of left him there.”
“It was my fault,” Keller sighed as he climbed up into Optimus’ hand. “I should have made sure that he was secure.”
“And send him to rust at the bottom of the ocean?” Barricade shook his head. “I’m almost glad that Dr. Burgen is a sadistic prick. He made sure that Frenzy was alive long enough for him to experiment on, but the point is he’s still alive.”
“And we’re going to go get him Barricade. We just need to know where to go,” Optimus nodded as he turned back to Maggie and Glen. “We’ll take you down there after breakfast.”
“YAY!” Everyone turned to Glen. “What? I’m hungry.”
“I shall speak to Red Alert about any possible way of fortifying this place against an attack,” Prowl said with a nod.
“No more moats,” Optimus muttered and Keller lifted a hand to stifle a snicker.
“Hey Glen, what did you find on that terminal?” Maggie asked later that morning as they were working on the half dozen or so computers. They had already been at it for a couple of hours and they still hadn’t managed to crack even half of the security features.
“Just more of the same. Test results,” Glen sighed as he popped open another can of soda. Maggie frowned as she glanced over at the decryption program running on her laptop. Why did it seem that it was going so slowly? With a sigh, she dropped her mini-disk onto the table and leaned forward on her elbows. “This is going to take time…” she muttered as she watched the slew of zeros and ones fly across the screen.
“No kidding. This Dr. Burger, or whoever he is, is paranoid! I ain’t never seen this much security for a single file.”
“Um, bad news guys,” Will announced as he walked in with Sam and Miles behind him. He and the others had been searching the other human sized rooms of the hidden lab and from the frown on his face Maggie knew that she wasn’t going to like whatever it was that he had to say. “We found the main lab and there’s about twenty or so more computers in there.”
Glen just groaned as he downed his soda while Maggie stared at the ranger with wide eyes. “You’re kidding,” she gasped as she stared at him.
Will just shook his head as Epps soon appeared in the doorway a small frown on his face. “They’re more further down stairs. I found at least two labs and what looked like an archive room but that one’s been stripped clean.”
Maggie snorted in frustration. “Figures, that’s the room they take.”
“Man, whoever was here sure left in a hurry to leave all this expensive equipment behind,” Epps muttered.
“Clearly they left in a hurry,” Will frowned.
“Hey! We found something!”
Everyone turned as Miles and Sam rushed into the room. “We found the apartments and Miles found this behind the headboard of one of the beds,” Sam continued breathlessly as he held out a small shiny gold disk.
Maggie instantly snatched the disk from him and turned to one of the computers they had yet to do anything with and shoved the disk in. A small prompter appeared asking for a password. “Damn,” Maggie muttered as she stared at the box. “Any suggestions?”
“ ‘NBE-1’?” Sam shrugged. Maggie typed it in and shook her head as the invalid button appeared.
“What about ‘invasion’?” Again nothing.
“What about ‘airplane’?” Miles suggested. The others all glanced at him surprised but Miles shrugged. “We’re at an air base, aren’t we? And I doubt that the disk belongs to Burgen himself. Usually in the video games, it belongs to one of the lackeys.”
“He does have a point,” Glen chuckled. “It’s always the lackeys that ruin everything for the bad guy.”
Maggie frowned but typed the word in anyway. She stared in surprise at the loading bar popped up. “I don’t believe it,” she mumbled.
“You got in?” Will asked with a grin.
“Wow, that didn’t take very long,” Epps snickered.
The files soon popped up and Maggie clicked on the first one marked “transfer”. “ ‘All software was encrypted for move from Beta to Gamma base for further examination’,” she read aloud. “ ‘Dr. Burgen says that California is too dangerous to keep the subject here any longer. All hardware will be moved by truck and sent ahead for the nine hour trip to await subject 3.5’s arrival tomorrow by plane.’”
“Nine hours by truck?” Epps muttered as he glanced over at Will. “What’s nine hours from here?”
“How should I know?” Will growled back.
“Well, why don’t you leave that to me, gentlemen,” Glen chuckled as he pulled another laptop towards him and began running some programs. “Okay, we have the whole state of Nevada but that would be under nine hours. Idaho, Utah, Nevada, and then there’s Washington state with Oregon underneath it…”
Everyone just boggled. “That’s six states!” Miles gaped. “Just how are we going to find in all of that?”
Maggie sighed, “I guess we’re just going to have to keep trying with all these computers,” she sighed.
“Now come on Maggs,” Glens turned to her. “What’s the odds that there’s even anything on these? I’m sure this guy is smart enough to cover his tracks.”
“Well then what do we do?” Maggie frowned at him. “We don’t have any other leads.”
“Um, there may be one…” Will said with a small frown.
“What? What do you mean?” Epps asked surprised as he looked over at the captain. “What lead?”
“Sector Seven,” Will answered.
“Sector Seven?” Sam repeated in disbelief. “But Burgen told me that Sector Seven didn’t even know about Thirteen’s existence. How could Seven help us?”
“They may not know about Thirteen but they may know something about the bases,” Will countered. “If they had to transport equipment from one base to another…”
“Yeah, but Seven was completely disbanded. All of their members are scattered across the country,” Maggie argued.
“But we know where at least one of them is…” Will trailed off with a sigh.
“SIMMONS?” Everyone else save Miles shouted in disbelief.
Will just nodded grimly. “Simmons.”
“Hey Skywarp! Get off your aft and help me with this!”
Thundercracker flickered on one tired optic to find Longhaul standing above him scowling. Making a show of stretching, he repositioned himself and looked up at the larger mech. “Make me,” he snickered.
Longhaul boggled for a moment at the unexpected voice before the frown was back at full force. “Damn it! You guys are confusing!” he muttered as he turned to head back to the large beam he, Scavenger and Mixmaster were trying to set into place. “It’s Thundercracker,” he answered the confused looks.
“Honestly. Slagging Seekers,” Scavenger muttered.
“Speak of the slaggers,” Mixmaster muttered as the other three finally appeared over the horizon and quickly landed on the small runway that Starscream had had Scrapper and Scavenger flatten out.
“That did it,” Scrapper muttered as he threw down his data pad and marched over to the jet in the center. “Starscream, we need to talk about the lack of help around here.” The other just looked down at the smaller mech surprised but Scrapper wasn’t about to let the corrupt leader interrupt him. “You’re the one that wants’ this base done but it’s not going to build itself and your team isn’t doing anything, are they?”
The other two jets were snickering and Scrapper turned a dark look towards them. “I’m talking about you guys,” he growled as he snagged the arm of the one closet to him. “We’re going to borrow your team. We need them if we’re going to get those bracers in place,” he announced as he started dragging the other mech behind him. “Here,” he said shoving a stack of bracer rods in the mechs arms. “Start setting those while Misfire helps with the cement mix.” Scavenger was grinning madly as he handed the other flyer a rather large bucket.
“I tell you, we get absolutely no appreciation around here,” Scavenger muttered. “You would think that Starscream would be a bit more appreciative of us.”
“Yeah, we’re building his ‘precious base’, after all,” Longhaul snorted.
“Above ground,” Scrapper stressed. “We may as well put a sign on the slagging door. ‘Welcome Autobots’.”
“Yeah. I don’t know how you can stand him and his ‘all mighty’ attitude Sky,” Mixmaster said with a shake of his head.
The jet just stared down at them in complete disbelief before a sudden scowl took over his features and he whirled around to stare at the other three jets that were just staring at the Constructicons in horror. “All Seekers with me now!” Starscream shouted as he shoved the support poles into Scavenger’s arms.
“But we just got back!” The mech that Scrapper had mistaken for his nefarious leader whined in Misfire’s voice.
“Well, we’re going again,” Starscream said with a sneer as he glared at the now shaking Constructicons. Did they ever fuck up!
“So where are we going?” Thundercracker asked with a smirk as he moseyed over.
“To get painted,” Starscream announced with a snarl.
“OOO! I call purple!” Everyone stared at Skywarp. “What? I like purple.”
Author's Note: Yup, I'm brining back Simmons. *sigh* A neccesary evil. Please join us tomorrow for chapter Sixty Nine: Order Up
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