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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s note: A quick post, only edited once so I may have missed some mistakes. Please enjoy anyway. ONLY 99 MORE DAYS TILL TF:2 (yes, I will be counting down the days from now on o_o)
EDIT: Actually it was Reginald "Reggie" Simmons in the TF Movie. Walter was his father. I got my info mixed up. Sorry :P Thanks to Sky High for pointing that out!
Chapter Sixty-Nine: Order Up
The lunch rush had long since ended and there was still quite a while before the dinner group arrived so at the moment it was incredibly boring in the small fast food restaurant. Not that it wasn’t boring every day it was but those hours between the two busiest times was doubly dull. Going from such an exciting job as running the field group of Sector Seven to becoming a window tenant of the local burger joint was quite annoying. The pay cut sucked even more.
Reginald Simmons sighed as he stared down at the small computer screen in front of him and pulled at his collar. The stiff, scratchy shirts were not something he would have ever bought on his own and the hat was just ridiculous. ‘Stupid uniforms,’ he thought sourly as he heard the small bell that signaled a car pulling up to the drive thru menu. ‘I hate my life. What the hell did I ever do besides my job?’
With a long sigh, he turned to the small microphone. “Welcome to Wonder Burger, may I take your order?” he said flatly.
There was a long pause and Simmons frowned, wondering if the speaker blew again or not when there was suddenly a voice over the radio. “Can we have a number two with a plain soda?”
“Epps!” Someone else yelped.
“Well we might as well since we’re here,” the first voice spoke again.
“That’ll be three, twenty two, please pull to the first window,” Simmons replied dully before he clicked off the speaker. Punching the buttons to relay the order to the kitchen, he could see the truck pull up to the window out of the corner of his eye. With a last flick of the switch he turned and slid open the small window before Simmons ended up staring in shock at the people in the truck before him. “YOU!” he yelped as he jumped up from his rather uncomfortable stool and stared at the two rangers who were seated in the vehicle.
“Hi again!” the one in the passenger seat waved. “Will, give him the money. I’m starving!”
Will, the ranger that Simmons recognized as the one who had threatened him with a gun when he refused to release that kid’s camaro, glared at his partner. “Um. Hi again,” he started to say while turning back to the window only to find Simmons was no longer there. “What the?”
“Does this mean no burger?” Epps whined.
Simmons had taken the few seconds that Will had turned away to flee, darting past his supervisor as he rushed towards the back of the kitchen. “Simmons! Just where do you think you’re going?” the small fat man wearing the manager’s badge demanded as Simmons dashed by.
Simmons didn’t say a word however as all his attention was focused solely on the back door. Bursting through, Simmons stumbled to a stop as he saw what was in front of him. The door behind him slammed shut, locking automatically effectively trapping him between the building and what he knew were four aliens disguised as cars before him.
The blasted camaro was there, as was the large big rig and the small Pontiac. There also seemed to be another car by the large, flame painted truck but, Simmons didn’t take the time to examine it closer as he turned to the humans. He recognized not only the Secretary Of Defense but also the punk kid that humiliated him all those months ago at Hoover Dam.
Sam swallowed as he glanced over at Keller who was frowning at the other man. “Reginald Simmons,” Keller began. “We need you’re help.”
“My help?” Simmons shouted in shock “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Sam and his friends were attacked,” Keller said hurriedly making a gesture towards the Pontiac where the bullet holes could still be visible. Jazz had turned avoiding Ratchet an art form in the past few centuries and wasn’t about to get caught any time soon.
“There’s a surprise,” Simmons muttered under his breath as he glared at the Autobot. “What does that have to do with me?” He demanded in his normal voice.
“We were attacked by your people,” Sam began only to clamp his mouth shut as Simmons turned to glare at him.
“What people?” Simmons demanded before he whirled around to point at Keller. “You’re the one who fired me! You disbanded my team! Look around! I have nothing left! Just leave me alone!”
“Wait!” Keller cried out. “We really do need your help.”
“With what?” Simmons sneered as he could hear the engine of the pick up truck pull up to the group. “You guys stopped NBE-1, didn’t you? You took the cube back, what do you need me for?”
“There’s another sector,” Keller said quickly, before the other man could turn and leave. “It seems that there was another one besides Seven.”
Simmons frowned as he stared at Keller while Epps and Will climbed out of Ironhide, Epps munching on a French fry. “Another sector?” Simmons made a scoffing sound. “Please. Only we were privileged enough to work on the NBE project. There is no other sector.”
“Yeah there is,” Epps spoke up. “We even found one of their hide outs.”
Simmons turned to glare at the ranger who just smirked back. “That’s impossible,” he ground out through his teeth. “There’s only ever been Sector Seven. There are no other sectors…”
“Well there is now,” Epps replied with a cheeky grin. Simmons glowered.
“They’re run by someone called Burgen,” Sam said quickly and shrank back against ‘Bee’s hood as the man turned to glare at him once more.
“Burgen?” Simmons frowned as he thought.
The door behind him suddenly swung open and Simmons portly manager stood in it’s frame, scowling. “What the hell is this?” he shouted, as he looked at the assortment of cars in his back lot. “Simmons! Get back to your post! And you lot clear out of here before I call the police!” he finished as he glared at the four people.
There was a sudden roar of an engine and the small patrol car that had been partially hidden by the large big rig suddenly pulled forward and gunned it as it headed straight for the man in the doorway. Simmons jumped to the side as his manager squawked and slammed the door shut before he could get hit. The patrol car halted just inches away from the metal door before it slowly backed away and soon was right back in its original spot.
Simmons stared at the patrol car in complete surprise. “Isn’t that…”
“Yes,” Keller said before Simmons could say anything more. “And apparently this sector has one of his companions. That’s why we need you.”
Simmons frowned at them before he finally sighed. “I’ve never heard of any other sector,” he began slowly, “but I have heard of Burgen.” Everyone perked up at this and waited for him to explain further. “I worked the security but from what I knew, it was Burgen that ran the science aspect of the department. I only saw him on very rare occasions when he visited Hoover Dam but whenever he did show up, everyone immediately freaked out and all the higher-ups catered to his every demand. No one ever liked it when he showed up.”
“Well that’s something to go on,” Will stated. “What was he researching?”
Simmons shook his head. “No idea,” he told him. “I was never given the clearance for whatever it was that he was working on. Whatever he did was above top secret.”
“Well ain’t that a kick in the head?” Epps frowned as he devoured half his burger in three bites. “This Burgen doesn’t sound like anyone we want to cross.”
“He isn’t,” Simmons frowned. “There was something about him that freaked even the old timers in the security department. Treated us all like we were the lowest of scum.”
“So what do we do now?”
Simmons jumped as the small Pontiac suddenly spoke up. He stared at the small car for a long moment before he turned back to Keller. The older man sighed. “Well, at least we know we’re in the right direction,” he told the car.
Simmons just stared at them. It was a bizarre scene that was for sure, and not one that he really wanted to be a part of. “Look, I told you what I know, so can I go back to work now? Before my manger docks my pay even more.”
“Wait,” Keller called out again and Simmons turned back around again.
“What?”
“We still need your help,” Keller told him.
“With what?” Simmons demanded. “I told you all I know about Burgen.”
“And we’re grateful for that but we still have no idea where they’ve taken Frenzy.”
Simmons rolled his eyes at odd the name. “So?”
“Look, we’re trying to help someone here. Don’t you even care?” Will exclaimed angrily.
Simmons turned and gave him a doleful look. “You people took my livelihood. Something I did since I was a kid for fucks sake. My father was in the NBE program like his father before him, and what do I have now? Nothing!” Simmons glared.
“You forget my family has been in this since even before the beginning!” Sam called out suddenly. “My great grandfather was the one who found Megatron in the first place and I’ve done nothing but try and help them since the start while you tried to turn my best friend into a Popsicle!” Sam glared at the man. “This is your chance to make it right.”
Simmons stared at the boy. “Excuse me for not caring. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”
“We’ll pay you!” Keller suddenly shouted. “Double your old salary.”
“Done!” Simmons shouted abruptly, surprised himself at how quickly he agreed. Epps snickered and Will gave him a shove.
“Good,” Keller smiled. “Welcome aboard. Now that that’s taken care of, this is what we need you’re help with,” Keller said as he pulled out a small printout of the document they had found and a map. “We know that they’re some where close but we’re not even sure where to begin.”
Simmons frowned as he walked forward and glanced down at the map. “So what’s the question?” he asked slowly.
“We know that they’re hiding in one of these states,” Will told him as he gestured to the few surrounding California, “but we don’t know which one for sure.”
Simmons looked down at the map again with a thoughtful look. “Well, I think that there was something in Utah, but I’m not one hundred percent sure.”
“Don’t you know anything more specific?” Epps asked and Simmons shot the man a dark look.
“Well excuse me. I could narrow it down but there isn’t a lot of information you’re giving me here…” Simmons frowned.
“At least we know what state now,” Will murmured as he looked at the map.
“If you gave me more to go on…”
“Do you know anything about computers?” Keller asked suddenly.
Simmons frowned. “Computers?” He shrugged. “Same as the next guy, why?”
“Because we have a lot of their computers but we’re having a tough time getting past their security. I’m sure that their other locations are there but we need to get it narrowed down.”
“You’re not suggesting,” Will started with surprise.
“Well, what else can we do?” Keller asked before he turned back to Simmons. “would you be willing to come to the Autobot’s consulate and look over what we found so far?”
Simmons frowned as he looked at the man that had quite efficiently destroyed his life and now needed his help? He was about to open his mouth to tell the man to go to hell when the kid spoke up again. “Please.”
Simmons glared at the kid and frowned even more when the yellow camaro, a car that Simmons had hoped never to see again for the rest of his life, pulled forwards and pressed against the boy’s leg. Like some overgrown dog trying to comfort it’s master. He sighed. “Yeah, alright,” Simmons finally growled. “I’ll help.” ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this…’
Keller smiled. “Excellent. Then shall we return to the base?”
Simmons sighed again as he glanced over at all the different cars. “Um… I’ll follow you…”
“What the hell is this place?” Simmons shouted as he climbed out of his old beat up car and stared in shock at the barrier surrounding the base. “Is that a moat?”
“Um… yeah.” Sam said as he shuffled slightly in embarrassment. “Just keep an eye out for the crocodile…”
“WHAT?” Simmons shouted in disbelief. “You’re kidding…” Sam just shook his head.
“It’s okay, Red said the croc is on the other side of the compound sunbathing,” Optimus’ voice came from behind them.
“YES!” Ironhide suddenly shouted. There was the sudden sound of gears shifting behind them and Simmons whirled around to find that the cars had transformed back into their original forms. Simmons frowned as he looked them over. “I thought that one died,” he said jerking a thumb at Jazz as Ironhide took off for the other side of the base.
“They’re aliens; are you surprised?” Epps snickered as he watched Ironhide go. The black truck had made it his mission to eradicate the last crocodile but so far the smaller creature had thus eluded him. Simmons sighed as he shook his head and followed them over the bridge that Wheeljack and Ratchet had built as he looked around the base.
“Optimus! You’re back!”
Simmons looked up surprised as three more of the robotic creatures appeared and he whirled around to stare at Keller. “My God, how many of them are there?” he bellowed.
“Never you mind,” Keller frowned. “They’re our friends now.”
“For now…” Simmons frowned as he looked around at the small group. That camaro had picked up the kid and was carrying him around like some prized possession, the cop car not far behind them. “You people are weird.”
Epps rolled his eyes as Will frowned at the ex-Sector Seven employee. “This way,” the ranger captain ground out as he grabbed Simmons elbow and tugged him towards the runway that had been left open for Glen and Maggie.
Simmons said nothing as he allowed himself to be dragged away, glancing back only once to see three more of the creatures had come out of the shadows. “Why couldn’t I have become a doctor like mom wanted me too?”
Optimus sighed as he watched the two rangers dragging what was once an enemy away. “Long vacation… definitely a very long vacation…”
Prowl glanced over at Optimus befuddled at the mutterings. “Sir?”
“Huh?” Optimus “blinked” and turned back to Prowl. “Oh nothing… just doing some long term planning.”
Prowl just stared at him for a moment before Barricade took his attention. “Prime, the human has at least narrowed it down to what state they could be hiding in. I have decided that I’m going to leave tonight.”
“WHAT?”
Barricade sighed as he heard the twin shouts of shock. How did he know that this was going to be difficult? “It’s better than just sitting around here. At least I’ll be closer when they finally do narrow it down.”
“What?” Sam shouted again. “You want to go by yourself? With Starscream still looking for you?”
Barricade frowned as Bumblebee glanced over at Optimus. “If he’s going then so am I.”
“Oh like hell you are,” Barricade growled. “The last thing I want is to be stuck on a nine hour road trip with you.”
“Like you have a choice,” ‘Bee snarled back.
“I think I should go too. There may be a point where only a human can get through,” Sam said firmly.
“Sam, you are not going!” Both mechs shouted at him.
Sam frowned at them both. “Try and stop me.”
“Sam, what will your mother say?” ‘Bee tried again.
“She’ll probably pack me a lunch! Damn it, I’m supposed to be your voice here on Earth and what the hell does that say about me if I don’t help you guys save one of your own from my own kind?”
“Sam…” Barricade began but Optimus heaved a sigh and lifted his hand to smack Bumblebee on the back of the head.
“You two are not going alone, that’s for sure,” the leader huffed. “Not without back up.”
“Yeah man,” Jazz grinned at them. “You’re not alone here.”
“A chance to have a Decepticon in my debt?” Bluestreak smiled. “I could live with that.”
“Oh spare me…” Barricade groaned.
Bumblebee lifted his own hand to smack the ‘Con. “We’re doing this for you, you know.”
“What’s going on?” Ironhide asked as he appeared around the corner.
Barricade snickered. “Since there wasn’t a mass explosion, might I assume that your target has disappeared once again?”
Ironhide glared at him. “He can’t avoid me forever…”
Barricade just smirked again when the main subject was brought back up by the most unlikely of sources. “The Decepticon is right; we should leave as soon as possible.” Everyone turned to stare at Prowl in complete disbelief. The mech frowned at them. “What? He is. We should probably head out now so when they do locate their base of operations, we’ll at least be in the vicinity.”
“Agreed,” Optimus nodded. “Well then, who’s going?”
“Me!” Bluestreak raised a hand even before Bumblebee or Barricade could even open their mouths. “I am so sick of just sitting around this place. I’m so bored!”
“Getting shot at wasn’t enough excitement for ya?” Ironhide snickered.
“Shut up,” Bluestreak frowned at him and gave him a slight shove.
“Well count me out,” Red announced. “I still have to help with the base modifications.”
“I’m out as well then,” Inferno stated, stepping closer to Red.
“I’ll go,” Hound volunteered. “Unlike Blue, I’ve seen even less of this planet.”
“And I’m all for a good fight,” Ironhide grinned, whipping out his cannons for emphasis. Optimus just glared at him.
“I’m in!”
“Jazz!” Prowl yelped. “You still need Ratchet to check you out!”
Jazz pulled a sour face and glared at his husband. “I’m fine, dog. I know my limits.”
Prowl looked unconvinced but said nothing further since Optimus was nodding in agreement. “Of course Jazz,” he said, knowing from past experiences that Jazz was very hard to leave behind, even when he was hurt. Speaking of… “Oh look, here comes Ratchet.”
One second, Jazz was there, the next he was gone. Barricade envied him. If only he could have run that fast when the medic had learned of his prior condition. “What time are we leaving?” he asked Optimus instead as Ratchet approached the group.
“Leaving for where?” he asked surprised before Wheeljack quickly filled him in. “I’m going as well,” Ratchet immediately announced. “Frenzy may be in need of medical attention once you get him out. You’ll need me… that and I can try and corner Jazz on the way there.” Prowl gave the medic a grateful look.
“Indeed,” Optimus nodded before he turned back to Barricade. “I think that it would be best if we all got some much needed recharge before we leave tomorrow. This will also allow Sam and probably the rangers as well to prepare for the journey.”
“Road trip!” Epps shouted out happily as he and Will returned to the group.
“Tomorrow would be best but should Sam really be going?” Will said with a frown.
“Are you kidding? I’ll bet Mikaela and Miles are going to want to come too.” Sam said with a grin.
“This ain’t no camping trip,” Ironhide said with a frown.
Sam turned to him and surprised the old gunner with the seriousness of his face. “Trust me, I know.”
“Well then, are we all set?” Optimus asked everyone and most of them nodded.
“I’ll ask around and see if anyone else will want to go with us,” Ratchet announced as he turned back towards the main hanger.
“Ratchet,” Optimus spoke up before the medic could get very far. “Don’t tell the twins…”
Simmons frowned as he looked around the large, metallic room that he had found at the end of the very long tunnel. “What the hell is this place?” he growled.
“-That’s what we’re trying to figure out,-” a voice said behind him.
Simmons whirled around surprised as he searched for the voice. “Where are you?” he called out.
“-Up here!-” The voice said again and Simmons finally registered that the voice sounded off, almost static like. He looked up and was surprised to see the female computer geek waving down at him from what looked to be an observation room. “-There’s the stairs to your right,-” she finished before setting down the mike and returning to the inner part of the room.
“Oh great… more bleeding hearts…” Simmons growled under his breath as he headed towards the indicated door. “What the hell was her name again? Sally? Suzie? Jane?”
Making quick work of the stairs, Simmons soon found himself in the strange room where he found not only the girl but her “adviser” as well both sitting in front of a slew of computers each with wires literally covering the entire floor. “Hey Simmons! Welcome back man.” The male, Glen, smiled as he took another bite out of a powdered doughnut.
Simmons wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Hello,” he frowned as he looked around the place. “Where do you want me?”
“Well, right now we’re trying to find any files that could possibly narrow down where they took Frenzy,” the girl, what was her name, said. “Right now we’re just going thought each and every one of them one at a time.
“Great…” Simmons drawled. “So what do you want me to do?”
“Well, you know Sector Seven’s passwords, don’t you?” Glen smirked. “Try and see if they’ll work for these computers.”
Simmons frowned as he looked down at the nearest computer, the small computer cooperate logo floating aimlessly across the screen, obviously a screen saver. He sighed. “I’ll see what I can do,” he said sitting down at the terminal and moving the mouse slightly to wake the machine up.
“Alright!” Glen grinned as he turned back to his own computer. “Hey Maggie, you got that converter?” he asked.
‘That’s what it is…’ Simmons nodded as he opened up the first document. ‘Where did I get ‘Suzie’?’
There was a snicker and Simmons turned with a frown at where Glen was snickering. “What?” he snarled.
Glen just smirked. “Nice hat…”
Simmons blinked as he reached up and found he still had that stupid hat on from the burger joint. He frowned and yanked it off, throwing it to one of the corners before he turned back to the computer and inputted the first in a rather long list of pass codes.
Author's Note: Well there you have it. Simmons is on the job. Please Join me tomorrow for chapter Seventy: The Search Party
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