"All right, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs." Simmons starts as he gives us the tour of the site, "NBEs?" One of the soldiers walking with us questions, "Non-Biological Extraterrestrials." I answer. All eyes turn to me and I boredly scan my surroundings, "Sector Seven has a thing for acronyms. Likes to make their entrance manual look like a damn code book." I snort. "Thank you, captain smartass," Simmons grunts, "Welcome Lieutenant jackoff." I shot back.

"What you're about to see is totally classified." The man in the suit calls, I glare at the giant frozen robot. "Dear God. What is this?" An older man in the suit questions, "We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934." The other man in the suit lectures. "We call him NBE-One." Simmons refers, "Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but—I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons." Sam informs in a smartass fashion.

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." The man in the suit informs, "Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age. The microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him. NBE-One. That's what we call it." Simmons adds. "And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" The older man in the suit questions, I felt my muscles tighten as Simmons glanced over to me. "Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security." He answers.

I storm to the front of the group and grab him by his uniform, "Bullshit, You wanna know what really happened to NBE-one? Tell them Simmons, tell them about what my father discovered, tell them about how that information might have shut sector seven, how YOU COULDN'T HANDLE THAT AND KILLED HIM!" I scream, pulling on his uniform. Simmons glares at me, having called him out and put on the spot with people far above his pay grade as the audience. "Her father discovered that NBE-one was potentially harmful, he hardwired a chip taken from NBE-one and started a virus in our systems. He uncovered the nature of NBE-one is rooted through his technological DNA and that NBE-one would be a threat if he ever reactivated." Simmons confesses. I scoff and let go of his uniform.

"Congratulations son, Well you got one now and might have well doomed us." The older man in the suit gruffs, "So why Earth?" A soldier questions. "It's the All Spark." Sam answers, "All Spark? What is that?" The older man in the suit questions. "Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing. Anyway, mister NBE-One here, a.k.a. Megatron, that's what they call him, who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan." Sam reports.

"And you're sure about that?" Simmons questions, "Would be fucking be here if we weren't?" I snap, "You guys know where it is, don't you?" Sam mumbles, "You bet your ass they do." I scoff moving through the crowds again, "Follow me," I wave for then to follow. "How do you know all these things, you weren't even old enough to walk across the street by yourself when your father died." Simmons gruffs, "Well before he went 'AWOL' as you so affectionately put it, he poached Sector Seven files. Made copies of everything he could, photographs, charts, files, and of course the Hoover Dam floorplans." I smirk.

"You're about to see the crown jewel." I announce, "Woah." Sam awes at the cube. "Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC. The first Seven didn't find it until 1913. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside." I inform looking up at the cube. "I spent years pouring over the cubes files alone, trying to decipher its symbols hoping it would be of some use to discovering other findings." I mumble.

"Wait, back up. You- you said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?" The girl from the chopper questions, "Good question. Please step inside. They have to lock us in." the man in the suit calls pointing over to a vault-like room. "Oh, wow. What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?" A soldier gasps. "Oh, no, man. Freddy Krueger have four blades, man. That's only three. That's Wolverine! Hrr! Right? That's Wolverine!" The chopper guy laughs. "That's very funny. Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?" Simmons bemuses. "I got a phone." The chopper guy replied, handing over his phone. "Ooh. Nokias are real nasty. You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way of the samurai." Simmons chuckles. "Nokia is finnish dumbass." I gruff watching as they lock the phone inside the glass box.

"Yes, but he's, you know... a little strange. He's a little strange." The old man in the suit tries to excuse as we put on our goggles. "We're able to take the Cube radiation... and funnel it into that box." Simmons explains powering up the system. I watch as the energy is transferred into the phone. Everyone gasps, a little tiny robot is then alive in the box. "Mean little sucker, huh?" He chuckles, "That thing is freaky!" Chopper gasps, "Kind of like the itty-bitty Energizer Bunny from hell, huh?" Simmons continues to laugh. The little robot starts to make an effort of breaking the glass, shooting its tiny guns and throwing itself against the glass. "Oh... He's breaking the box. Hnn!" He grins as he hits the kill switch and electrocutes the life out of the little robot from hell.

My eyes flash up to the flickering lights, "They're here." I whisper, turning to the door I start banging on it for them to open up. The people behind me talk among themselves but as soon as the door opens I'm out, a soldier and the man in the suit take the lead ushering the group along and shouting orders at anyones else. We ended in an arms room where I didn't hesitate to grab a gun and load it. Everyone pauses upon the light flickering again.

"You got to take me to my car. You have to take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the Cube." Sam urges Simmons, "Your car? It's confiscated." He instantly brushes off. "Then unconfiscate it." I hissed at the man, looking for any reason to kick his ass, "We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!" Simmons argues. "You don't know—" Sam starts, "Maybe you know, but I don't know." Simmons cuts in, "You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?" Sam snaps. "I have people's lives at stake here, young man." Simmions snaps right back with a louder voice, at that moment everyone clashes, I grab Simmons and point a gun at his head, the Section Seven agents then raises theirs's at me, the American soldiers then point theirs's at sector sevens. The solider closest to us shoves Sam out of the way to cover me from fire.

Time stands still as we all point guns at each other, "Take us to the car!" I whisper through gritted teeth, "Drop your weapon, kid. There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?" Simmons warns. "I dream of shooting you Simmons but I'm putting my dreams aside now so maybe I'll actually live long enough to see it through." I snap pressing the barrel to his jaw. "I'm ordering you under S7 executive jurisdiction." Simmons calls, "S7 don't exist." One soldier calls, "Right. And we don't take orders from people that don't exist." Another solider adds. "I'm gonna count to five." Simmons warns like he's my fucking father, "Well, I'm gonna count to three. Mm?" I warn back staring him in the eyes. "You are an absolutely stunning, murderous, little creature." Simmons sneers, his words make my fingers brush up against the trigger.

"Simmons?" I hear the old man call. "Yes, sir?" He answers, never taking his eyes off me. "I'd do what she says. Losing's really not an option for these guys." He advices, "All right. Okay. Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool." Simmons gruffs as I let him go. From there we're shown to some fucking torcher chamber, and I'm met the sight of a torchered Bumblebee. I run right up to the freezing platform as the group behind me urges the people to stop. Without warning I raise my gun and pop off three shots, frightening the whole room. "WE SAID STOP!" I scream, as soon as Bumblebee has a second, he snatches me up and holds me close to his chest, helm in battle mode and blaster pointed. "Bee, Bee, it's okay. It's okay." I soothe looking up at him as he inches us off the platform and away from the people.

"Bee, Bumblebee, they know where the All Spark is okay? I need you." I whisper, Bumblebee looks down at me but back at the other people. "Don't worry about them, okay? I'll deal with those sons of a bitches. I need you to get to the All Spark." I whisper, Bee finally comes to reason and sets me down, but I wait every few steps as I lead him to the All Spark. Bumblebee eventually gets there, and I watch in awe as he reaches up and touches. In mere seconds the cube previously bigger than a four-story mansion is now being compressed into a cube no bigger than a soccer ball. Bumblebee gently hands the cube over to Sam.

"Message from Starfleet, Captain—Let's get it to go." Bumblebee calls, "He's right. We stay here, we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar. Mission City is twenty-two miles away. We're gonna sneak that Cube out of here and we're gonna hide it somewhere in the city." The lead soldier agrees. "Good! Right!" The old man in the suit nods along, "But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force." The soldier chimes back in. "This place must have some kind of radio link!" The old man questions Simmons, "Yes!" agrees. "Shortwave, CB!" The old man goes on, "Right! Yes!" Simmons continues to agree. "Sir, you got to figure out some way to get word out to them. Let's move!" The soldier calls, and I don't hesitate to follow.