“ All of these for nothin’, ” the paratrooper scoffed.
The Autobots watched boredly as Daytrader brought more unwanted items for them. The samurai didn’t even bother and continued to meditate atop of a rusted car. The junkyard was considered the safest place for the Autobots and the human by the name of Cade Yeager, who was a wanted man by the TRF. Mr Yeager was absent from the base, as he had went out with Bee to get more supplies.
No one knew of their location, except for one who just followed the merchant. The woman hid herself behind a car, constantly peeking out. She watched them in wonder and curiosity. It had been a long time since she seen those robots in person. Memories began to flood back. The day when she found out her dad’s car is alive, the day when she met a certain yellow scout, the day when she made friends with an extraterrestrial being, and the last goodbye when Bumblebee had to go. It had been 12 years since she last saw him. Right now, Debbie has not seen him yet. There was not a sign of him in the group. Her stomach seemed to twist as she started to feel impatient and anxious. She was hoping to see the yellow scout again, but where was he ? She only snapped out of her thoughts when she felt that a breeze of air brushing against her neck. Deb turned around to meet those razor teeth of the Dinobot Grimlock. The sense of coldness took over her.
Debbie was quick on her feet, almost narrowly avoiding those sharp teeth as he snapped on the car she was initially hiding behind. The others immediately took notice of the commotion. Upon seeing a human, Crosshairs tightened his lips into a thin line, first to come forward to this female and readied his gun.
“ Look what we have here. Another one of those fleshings. Any last words ? ”
“ Do not act rash, Crosshairs, ” Drift spoke calmly while he pushed his gun away.
“ This meatbag could be sent here by those humans, ” he sneered, “ There’s no point of letting her go. ”
Debbie scowled behind the black-tinted visor. Who was he to judge her ? She soon removed her helmet off, letting her hair flow down.
“ I’m not one of them, and never I will be. My name is Debbie. I followed your friend all the way here. I’m a friend of one of yours, namely Bumblebee. I’m guessing you are familiar with his name. ”
“ You could make as many stories as you want, Missy, ” the green Autobot said harshly, “ I’m not buying it. ”
“ Oh, what are you going to do ? Shoot me ? ” she suddenly snapped, “ Then we’ll see how Bee is going to react! ”
Crosshairs would not hesitate to do so. In fact, gladly. However, Drift quickly restrained him. While the situation was beginning to get heated, Debbie suddenly heard the sounds of a car coming closer and closer. She turned around to see the familiar yellow figure. She couldn’t contain her excitement. Debbie carelessly threw her helmet aside and started to pick up her pace, trying to get as close as possible to who she thought must be.
