"Yeah! Leader of the three galaxies back! I never doubted ya!" said the bright green bot. His accent was different, not like Drift's but more European. I couldn't quite pick it out.

Izzy and I were waiting inside Drift's alt mode. I hope he actually does have a plan, cuz I don't wanna be shot on sight. If ya know what I mean, big gun means big explosion, unfortunately for me that means brutal death. I don't know about you, I don't want the to happen.

"We got your warning, we've been waiting." Drift said from his alt form. Oh no...

"We got the gang back together." said the army bot.

I look off to the side, there is another bot. He's black and yellow. 'Black and yellow, Black and yellow black and yellow!' Yep, we've all heard of the song. Lol. Well the bot starts to transform. I blink twice, his Cybertronian form look like a bumblebee. I would giggle, but I know now is not the time.

As the bumblebee transforms, the people in Optimus' alt form get out and he transforms as well. I  have to say, is that he look's more heroic then described. I stare in amazement.

"Nichole, Izzy, get out. Before they notice." Drift whispered. I was gonna protest, but decided not to. Drift's the man with the plan... Or bot...

I get out and step off to the side, Izzy follows. Drift then then Transforms. No one notices, thankfully.

"Human's have asked us to play by their rules, well... the rules have just changed."

"Human beings, bunch of backstabbing weasels..."

"Hound, find you inner compass, loyalty is but a flower is the winds of fear and temptation..." said Drift.

"What the hell are you sayin? Cut the crap before I drop a grenade down your throat." the army bot tried to sort of grab hold of Drift, but Drift shook him off. Then he held one of his badass swords to his neck. I should be terrified, but I'm loving this! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

"Do it, you'll be dead..." Drift threatened.

I look over to the side and heard the bumble bee bot say, "You know what, it'll save us so much time..." the bot sighed. But the way he spoke was weird. It's like spoke through the radio, flicking through the channels to find a certain word.

"Raise your hand if your thoroughly disenchanted with our little earth vacation?" Said another not. He sounded Australian, I can really tell.

"So who's the stowaways?"

I gasp, but Izzy...

"s'il-te-plaît arrête! Posez votre arme!" Izzy shouts at him. I respond unintentionally back to her in French as well.

"Izzy ? Que faites-vous? Vous savez , il ne va pas poser le fusil! Tais-toi et ne pas faire quelque chose ... vous ne savez pas , ils peuvent vous écraser à mort , non?!" I yell in a whisper.

"..." She said nothing in response, she looked down at the ground, probably feeling guilty.

I turn back, No one seems to notice me yelling at Izzy so I just shut up and listen...

"Whoa, Whoa? What's with the gun??" The older guy with the other people said and put up there hands. It reminded me some what of a stereotypical New Yorker...

"Hey, who are those people?" Oh no...