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Kindred Sparks 5

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Chapter 5
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Raf was startled from a fitful sleep by a loud knocking sound, the kind of incessant, steady knocking someone does when they don't care if they disturb anyone.  For a brief moment the boy wondered where he was, particularly when his hand failed to grasp hold of the lamp chain that was customarily on his nightstand.

The sound of a hydraulic door and the sudden appearance of an intrusively bright light soon forced him to something that could pass for wakefulness.

"Rise and shine, brat, time for you to get to work," the irritatingly shrill voice of Lieutenant Irving called as the skinny M.E.C.H. operative entered to room, a rather energetic hop to his step.  Memories of the day before flooded back to Raf.

"What… What time is it?" he asked tiredly, rubbing his eyes as he weakly sat up on the uncomfortable cot.

"0600 hours," Sergeant Rolf gruffly said, grabbing hold of the boy and pulling him out of the bed before roughly depositing him on the ground.  The tired techie grumpily rubbed his posterior as he landed.  "Get your shoes on.  Silas wants you at your workstation in fifteen minutes."  Too tired to really make much of a protest, Raf obediently slipped on his shoes, the only items other than his glasses that hadn't been stolen the night before, and shuffled quietly out of the room with the two soldiers.  Once more he was lead through the corridors of the base, yawning quietly as he walked.  As they moved, several passing members of the organization paused to watch the odd procession, but none deigned question the boy's presence.  All too soon the little Esquivel found himself back in the warehouse that Soundwave was being stored in, the prone robot still lying upon the floor, metal restraints holding him in place lest he awaken.  Two or three technicians continued to prowl about the body, taking the occasional note but unwilling to defy orders and remove anything.  

Quietly Raf's group traveled across the floor to the computers monitoring M.E.C.H.'s captive.  The tiny tech-head was quite startled to find Silas sitting once more amongst the equipment, flanked by two more M.E.C.H soldiers and with a dour look on his face.

"Search him," the officer commanded, causing his two underlings to move forward and take hold of the captive Esquivel before beginning to rifle through the boy's pockets.

"Hey!" a frightened Raf managed to yell as big hands roughly patted him down, searching for something.  Behind him Rolf and Irving shot each other nervous glances, but finally the soldiers seemed satisfied.

"He's clean sir," one reported, saluting their commander.  Silas's face softened back to its normal glower at this news.

"Please excuse the morning frisking," he said in a voice that sounded in no way apologetic.  "Last night our communications equipment suffered a rather devastating power surge that knocked it offline for most of the night.  It would appear that this was done to mask an outgoing transmission our security sensors report occurred at the same time.  A transmission of alien origin."

"And you thought I was responsible?" Rafael asked, curious as just how he would have accomplished such a feat.

"I have learned not to underestimate children associated with these transformers," the M.E.C.H. commander bluntly stated, remembering Jack's monkeyshines with his cell phone.  "But, happily, you seem to be smart enough not to test your luck.  Or at the very least underequipped to try.  Now then, I do hope you are ready to start your new job in earnest."

"Do I have a choice?" the boy asked bitterly, even as his two watch guards took him over to the chair Silas had occupied before.

"Of course," the terrorist leader answered with a cruel grin, "the exact same one you had last night.  Simply inform me as to which member of your family you no longer feel particularly attached to… and we'll send you on your way."  Raf gulped back a whimper, but said nothing lest Silas make good on his threat anyway.  Hopping up on the chair, the little boy swiveled it around to face the computer monitors.  Just as before the screens displayed Soundwave, both outside and in.  As Raf's eyes fell upon the monitor displaying the spy's pilfered data, a sharp stab of pain shot through his brain.  As quickly as it began, the episode ended.

"What the…?" Raf queried as he gazed at the screen.  Where once the symbols displayed seemed to be little more than unintelligible gibberish, now as the boy looked, he found himself able to read them.  The symbols appeared to be the same geometric shapes augmented by squiggly lines as before.  It certainly wasn't as though they'd suddenly appeared in English… or Spanish, or even binary for that matter.  Rafael simply understood that which he now saw.

"Is something the matter?" Silas asked, the tone of his voice indicating that he had no intention of being as accommodating to his guest today as he had been the night before.  Realizing that letting his captor know about his newfound ability might not be the wisest move, Raf quickly thought for a plausible lie.

"I… uh…"  His mind latched onto something Miko had once said.  "I just recognized some of the symbols.  They're a Cybertronian dirty joke Bulkhead scratched into the wall once.  Optimus made him remove it before I could ask what it meant, but it apparently got Ratchet and Arcee very angry."  Silas pinched the bridge of his nose and began to shake his head as the soldiers quietly chuckled.

"Lewd alien humor aside, you ARE going to translate this data for me.  And with all due haste, for a patient man I am not."

"Like I told you before, I only understand spoken Cybertronian," Raf insisted.  "And that's not even counting if it's encoded.  You're asking the impossible."

"Then I would suggest you get started," Silas instructed, in no mood to debate with a pre-pubescent.  "If you require any assistance, Corporal Irving and Sergeant Rolf will be in contact.  Provided you are wise enough not to abuse the privilege, they are at your disposal."  With those final words, the rogue soldiers left the boy alone.

Bereft of anything else he could think to do, the tech-savvy twelve year old's attention returned to the monitor that held the now legible Cybertronian on it.

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The professional substitute teacher known as Charles Manhym, in reality a M.E.C.H. undercover agent, smiled as he left the small, one bedroom house he'd acquired as part of his cover identity.  Of course anyone who caught sight of the fairly nondescript gentleman would no doubt believe he was on his way to a job, though in truth he would probably never see this house again.  In fact, within twenty-four hours of his departure, one of the organization's shell companies would sell this particular domicile, quickly so no one would have a chance to question its former occupant's sudden disappearance.  

Not that Manhym minded.  The house had been nice, but it had never been home, and he was quite honestly glad to be rid of it.  Now that he'd helped deliver the kid his Commander was so keen on, he could get back to his real life.  With the utmost adhesion to the rules of the road, the terrorist spy pulled his car out of the driveway and onto the road, then made to leave town.  

Jasper Nevada was not a big place, so it didn't take the man long to make it to the outskirts of town.  Just as he began to smile over what would no doubt be considered a successful mission, the rogue soldier noticed a police cruiser had begun to follow him.  Blue eyes squinted as he studied the pursuing vehicle in the rearview mirror.  The cruiser's lights were not active, nor were its sirens screaming, but that did little to ease the renegade's nerves.  Smoothly he pulled his car out of the fast lane, slowing down enough to allow the police car to pass him.  For a few brief moments the policeman remained behind him, traveling in his wake before finally pulling ahead.  Only after the cruiser began to pass him did Manhym relax.

This proved to be a mistake as the police car crossed over into the right lane in front of Manhym, subtly decreasing its speed so that they were less than a car length apart.  Behind the spy's vehicle, a second cruiser appeared, and Manhym swore.  Were it only one officer, the M.E.C.H. agent might have been able to stop.  No sense drawing unnecessary attention to himself just because Johnny Law needed to make his quota on tickets.  But two cops meant trouble beyond some minor traffic violation.  

A malicious grin spread across Manhym's face as he lifted his car's center armrest, revealing the controls for a few options that had not been part of the vehicle's original package.  Seeing his chance, the spy made a sharp turn off the road, relishing the squeal and screech of many wheels as he hit the accelerator at the same time the cops slammed their brakes.  To their credit the two cruisers were quick to recover, the drivers twisting their steering wheels as they stamped down on their accelerators, engines roaring as they began the chase.  

Inside his car, Manhym flipped the switch that had formerly been hidden under the armrest, causing a screen to come on and show a clear picture of his two pursuers behind him.  A targeting reticule moved about the screen, locking quickly onto one of the police cars before turning red.  Pushing one of the three buttons, the M.E.C.H. agent listened to the gratifying sound of a small rocket racing away.  Behind him a tiny missile flew backwards from his car to the targeted pursuer.  The officer's vehicle swerved to avoid the missile, but explosion still managed to flip the cruiser over.

"That's one," the rogue soldier said with a grin as he waited for the targeting reticule to lock onto the second cruiser.  His finger poised to press the next button, Manhym's attention was grabbed by the sound of a new engine reaching his ears.  From over the sandy dunes of the surrounding desert a dark blue motorcycle tore up the landscape as it headed straight for the car chase, a woman in what appeared to be a black leather bodysuit riding it.  At the sight of the civilian ignorantly approaching them, a wicked thought crossed the fugitive's mind.  

Touching a few more buttons, the view of the targeting camera shifted ahead, locking onto the cyclist.  Another missile fired from Manhym's car, streaking its way towards the woman.  To the operative's surprise, the motorcycle did not swerve to avoid the incoming explosive, but at the last second jumped over the missile, allowing the blast to propel it forward through the air.  A loud thump signaled it as the small two-wheeler landed hard of Manhym's roof, the squealing of a tire accompanied by the odd sound of tearing metal.  The screen of the weapon's console suddenly fizzled with static before the word "inoperative" showed up in red letters.  In his rearview mirror the incensed spy watched the interloper land her bike perfectly before pulling off a one hundred eighty degree turn to join the pursuit.

"What the hell is this?" Manhym wondered, not seeing any official markings on his new pursuer.  "A Fed?  On a motorcycle?"  So focused on the newcomer was Manhym that he almost didn't see it as a familiar yellow Urbana tried to ram him from the side.  Turning hard Manhym was just able to pull alongside the muscle car, sparks flying as it pressed its side against his own trying to force him into a turn, its engine roaring in what almost sounded like rage-filled fury.  The M.E.C.H. operative gritted his teeth as he struggled to retain control of his vehicle.  

Manhym wasn't stupid.  He'd been there when Commander Silas had brought in that big blue and silver robot the upper brass claimed was an alien.  He'd been part of the rather unsuccessful defensive force that had tried to stop the green one when it had tried to rescue their captive.  

And he'd seen the replica car Commander Silas had planned to use to kidnap the little Esquivel punk, one that, as he recalled, was eerily similar to the car that was now attacking him.

No sir, it did not take a rocket scientist to put two and two together here, especially when he noticed that the second cop car that had been chasing him was no longer in pursuit.

Manhym slammed on his brakes, allowing the Urbana shoot ahead of him before throwing his car into reverse as he turned before charging forward again.  The spy touched his watch.

"This is Agent Manhym to base, come in base," he said, though only static answered him.  A green hummer landed at the base of a sand cliff in front of him, the same shade of green as the robot from before.  "Base, come in, this is Agent Manhym.  I require assist…"  Too late the hummer struck, turning sharply just as it struck the spy's car, sending it spinning uncontrollably through the sand.  With a loud crash the car slammed into one of the desert's jutting rocks, its protective airbags deploying just quickly enough to protect its now unconscious occupant.  As the damaged car began to smoke, its three pursuers moved in for the capture.

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"Lunch time," Corporal Irving's shrill voice almost giggled as he and Sergeant Rolf entered what had been so charmingly dubbed Raf's workspace.  From where he sat behind the monitors, Rafael turned to face his two "assistants."

"Finally, I'm starving," the boy complained as his stomach growled, reminding him of how unused he was to going such long stretches between meals.  Behind his partner, Sergeant Rolf frowned.

"Watch it kid, we ain't a catering service," he growled in his low, rumbling voice.  As the Corporal walked towards their captive, Rafael felt an uncomfortable shiver surge its way up his spine, the kind of feeling one typically got upon hearing some sort of sharp metal blade being slid forcibly over concrete.  The sensation was forgotten as the renegade soldier set the food he'd been carrying down before the hungry boy.

"What… What is this?" he asked, appetite fading a little as he stared at the rather unappetizing contents of the tray before him.

"It's an MRE, just the kind of thing to keep a growing boy all peppy," Irving said, his voice half cackling with barely suppressed mirth.  As he took a second look at the seemingly inedible fare, Raf wanted to disagree, but another tummy-growl managed to marginally improve the general appeal of the meal.  Quickly the captive techie began to dig in, all the while aware that the Sergeant and the Corporal were watching him.  

His hunger abated, or at least blunted, the little Esquivel returned to his assigned task.  He'd already gone through his predecessor's notes regarding hacking into Soundwave's brain.  On the one hand the man had clearly known a thing or two regarding computers and certainly was a gifted cracker of computer code.  On the other, it was fairly obvious he had not been able to let go of the erroneous belief that Cybertronians were little more than an oversized computer bank.  Earlier notes had spoken rather fondly of the beauty and intricacy of the Decepticon's design while later notes had almost devolved into rants against the systems seemingly uncooperative nature.  Numerous attempts had been made to try to break Soundwave's data down to a binary mathematical level, but nothing yielded had been useful.

Or at least nothing Commander Silas had found useful, as Dr. Pullman so bluntly stated in his notes.

As he'd begun to go through the culled data, Rafael had been rather surprised to find himself agreeing with the Commander.  Some of the files managed to reference things like starships, planets, and even alien species, but they were all generalities, nothing specific.  Others seemed more centered on Earth, but were all such useless drivel they reminded Raf of the type of results one got from a particularly unrefined internet search.

'Well, I suppose it would make sense not all of Soundwave's data would be useful,' he thought to himself.  'I mean, if Megatron used him to learn about planets before he conquered them, he'd probably have a lot of useless information he never bothered to get rid of.'

And so Raf had begun to arduous task of sifting directly through Soundwave, trying to understand how a sentient robot would organize his computer system to allow for navigation.  But as he began to work, Esquivel became aware that his two assigned babysitters had still not left him yet.  In fact both were staring rather intently at him, something the normally shy boy did not find appealing in the least.  Raf had survived his career in high school thus far on the mantra of "keep down, keep out of sight, don't make waves, and don't answer every question asked," and being the subject of such scrutiny as he was receiving from these two was unnerving.

"Uh, was there something else you needed?" he asked the two rogue soldiers, trying to dispel the feeling of creepiness.  Almost in unison the two shook their heads; not in answer to Rafael's question, though, but as though simultaneously coming out of a trance.  

"Yeah, yeah," the Corporal quickly stammered out.  "Silas wants to know if you've made any progress cracking S… the E.T.'s code yet."

"It's only been half a day.  What does he expect, miracles?" the boy bit back, lack of sleep and the stress of the situation taking control of his tongue before he could stop it.  Rolf and Irving glanced at each other, but neither made any sort of hostile motion over Raf's rather insubordinate comment.  

"Well just make sure you keep working," Rolf grumbled as the duo made to leave.  "The last thing the boss needs is some twerp ruining his plans."

Alone again, Rafael's attention once more turned back to the computer monitors.  It was going to be a chore trying to sift through Soundwave's many directories, but it did seem doable, especially now that he could actually read what they were.  Cybertronian minds were highly organized and the Decepticon Communications Officer was no exception.  But just because it was organized didn't mean a human mind would be able to understand the method.  Since looking for a starting point seemed a wise opening move, Raf had decided to begin where Dr. Pullman had left off, the section of Soundwave's mind he was privately referring to as Trivial Pursuit; Cybertron Edition.  

'Junk data,' he thought as he read what seemed to be information on the speed, momentum, and timing of what Raf recognized to be a roller coaster.  'Not even M.E.C.H. could find a way to use this.  Which is probably a good enough reason not to let Silas know about what it really says.'  Grunting as he cracked his knuckles, the child prodigy prepared to explore.  If he was going to put his plan into motion to save them both, Raf had to access the Decepticon's subroutines quickly.

Inside the alien system Esquivel searched for anything that might hint at how to activate his unknowing partner's communications line.  A small part of him wondered if there was even a conscious distinction for it.  After all, how did he know what line of neurons from his brains to his lungs allowed him to breathe?  It was as he searched that the little genius suddenly became aware of something peculiar.  

It was the freedom with which he moved about the Decepticon's brain that started it.  For the evil robot faction's resident computer whiz, Soundwave seemed woefully under defended when it came to his mind.  Even unconscious one would have thought the ancient hacker would have some way to prevent intrusion into his most personal memory banks.  And yet, as Rafael flitted from area to area, the defenses encountered were, at best, negligible barriers a child could circumvent.  Granted nothing he found was of any use at this point, but still…

Then came the disturbing discovery that he was not alone as he moved through the system.  They were subtle at first but, as he worked, the techie began to detect the telltale traces of someone else making inquiries along with him.   Acting on instinct, Raf attempted to investigate the incursions, but each time they vanished into the programming itself.

For a brief moment the boy grew worried as he began to consider the possibility that Silas, in his paranoid mistrust, had set observers to further safeguard his "guest's" actions.  Esquivel could almost feel a meaty hand turn him around in his chair to confront the M.E.C.H. Commander, the news that his carelessness had doomed a loved one on the elder man's lips.

'But wouldn't that mean they would already be ABLE to hack Soundwave?' Raf thought logically, trying his best to banish such paralyzing thoughts from his head.  He couldn't let his own paranoia handicap his actions, not if he was going to make his plan work.  But, at the next incursion, the little hacker began to trace it back to its source.  He was quite surprised when, as he slipped between the various subsystems, a firewall seemed to appear out of nowhere, blocking his progress.  A quick evaluation revealed it to be similar in design to the one the Soundwave had used to cover his tracks at the array in Texas.  What puzzled Esquivel was that the firewall had appeared solely to impede him, there was no indication the other searcher had even noticed the barrier.

'Maybe an internal search program?' Raf thought, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he worked to circumvent the digital defense.  Once the firewall went down the tween continued his search, but there was now no sign of his quarry.  Biting his lip, Esquivel returned to checking the Decepticon's files, or at least pretending to.  Somewhere at the back of his mind, he registered a clicking sound, as if several sharp pencils were tapping against stone in rapid succession.  Pausing for a few moments, the youth turned his head but saw nothing out of the ordinary, and quickly returned to the computer.  After only a few minutes the snooper reappeared, prompting the boy to again pursue.  Again a firewall arose, but this time the young computer whiz was ready, his hands a flurry of motion as he broke through the barrier in record time to continue his pursuit.

Thus began a game of cat and mouse as the two raced about the system, young human struggling to keep up with elusive program, but determined not to lose his opponent.  More barriers appeared to block him but, after a quick evaluation determined them to be fundamentally similar to the first one, Rafael easily broke through them.  A part of the little techie actually found himself enjoying the challenge of the chase, a fact that was evidenced by the slight half grin appearing on his face.

The fun ended with the rather sudden appearance of a new defense, a firewall much more complicated than any of the earlier ones.  Based on Raf's rather newly discovered understanding of Cybertronian runes, the barrier being displayed before him was an attack barrier, designed not only to prevent Esquivel from advancing, but damage his own computer too much for him to try again.  

Quickly Raf continued to type, uncertain how Silas would react to the sudden destruction of so much expensive looking equipment, particularly when the boy responsible still had nothing to show for it.  The rapid fire taping of computer keys signaled the desperation with which he fought to get around the barrier.  As if to remind him of the rather sadistic nature of his opponent, a countdown of some sort had appeared on the screen as well, taunting his efforts as he tried to break down the cyber code.  Raf racked his brain to remember ever trick he knew about programming, silently wishing Soundwave would get it through his head that the little human was trying to help him.  The work was intense but finally, as the counter approached the symbols that seemed to represent zero, it stopped.  With a small, nearly inaudible chirp, the barrier vanished, dissolving back into the programming that made up Decepticon's mind.  For a brief moment Rafael just sat dumbly in his chair, his heart doing its best to relocate from his chest to his throat.  

"I-I did it," he whispered to himself, a sense of wonderment in his voice.  "I stopped the attack.  I broke through."  A relieved chuckle escaped the pre-teen as his stress levels returned to normal.  Considerably calmer, Raf prepared to resume his search for Soundwave's communications programs, only to discover the Decepticon's internal system had changed.

For one, it had apparently expanded rather markedly in size.  Indeed, the collection of databases and seemingly unimportant subprograms M.E.C.H. had set him to exploring had turned out to be a very small section of the Cybertronian's whole.

'A false system, sequestered from the rest?' Raf pondered as he tentatively moved out into cyber-brain proper.  'A defense in case someone tried to hack him like this.  Like mindlessly repeating an annoying song when you get interrogated.'  It made sense.  If someone were to forcibly break into Soundwave's mind, all they'd get was junk, and they wouldn't even realize it.  In fact they HADN'T realized it.  The presence of the weak firewalls that Dr. Pullman had encountered had even helped to complete the illusion.

But it was just a shell, and that meant Rafael had wasted an entire morning looking for a communications link where it wouldn't have existed.  As he was about to angrily expand his search however, the boy noticed the second way the system he was invading had changed.  

Where before it had been relatively quiet and still, with only the occasional dummy program running, now the place was fairly buzzing with activity.  Hundreds of thousands of programs compiled, ran, and returned to nothingness before Raf's very eyes.  Diagnostics, data analyzing, and a hundred other activities were pursued with absolute efficiency on a scale the prodigy found very hard to believe was subconscious.  Three programs in particular caught his eye as they tagged in and out of the system remotely, codenamed "Laserbeak," "Rumble," and "Frenzy."

'Ratchet said Soundwave has a drone he uses named Laserbeak… could this Rumble and Frenzy be other drones all trying to find him?'  An unwanted thrill of excitement flowed over Raf.  How long would it be before they did find him, and dropped the whole Decepticon Army down on M.E.C.H.'s head?  Breakdown might have been an acceptable loss, but the little Esquivel had a hard time believing Megatron would so willingly give up his best spy.  Of course, then the boy began to consider what might happen to HIM when the Decepticons finally came.

As Raf pondered this, he thought he heard more skittering sounds coming from behind him, like something with multiple legs was running like mad across a stone surface.  A few somethings in fact; which gave the little boy a rather nervous twitch.  Swiveling in his chair, the techie's bespectacled gaze cast about the little alcove he'd been working in, but found nothing.  'I will be SO glad when I get to leave this place,' he thought to himself.  'It's way too creepy here.'  An electronic tone drew the hacker's attention back to the primary monitor.

A fourth program had tagged into the system, this one codenamed "Ravage."  Working quickly he accessed it, hoping to discover where this new robot was.  No sooner had he done this than an intercepted message appeared onscreen.

"Target identified, proceeding to neutralize?" Raf read.  Without him even touching anything, a window popped open on the screen.  Instantly the boy knew this was a video feed, that he was being treated to a view of the world through Ravage's optics.  Cool as this might have been under normal circumstances, the color began to drain from his face as Raf realized he was now looking at the back of his own head.  Gasping for a frightened breath, the shaking boy slowly turned his chair around.

Where before there had been nothing but empty space and an air vent, now a robotic cat the approximate of a Great Dane lay behind him in a crouched position, its blood red optics glaring at tween menacingly.

It was over in a few seconds.  Ravage pounced forward, striking his target in the chest and sending Raf sprawling to the ground.  That he had actually managed not to hit his head on the computer desk seemed a miracle, though it was equally apparent, as the Decepticon deployer twisted their bodies while in motion, such was an intended result.  Before the gasping boy could get up the cyber-cat was on him, metal paws pinning his arms to the ground as it leaned in closer to his face, a low growl escaping its vocalizer.

"H-Hel…" Raf's voice cut off as the growling intensified, the minicon baring teeth that looked like they had no problem chewing through steel, and probably would have even less trouble chewing up a twelve year old.  "R-Right, I get it.  No-no-no screaming," the boy gulped out.  Red optics turned in the cat's head to look back up at the computer terminal, brown eyes following their gaze.  Above him sat the monitors displaying the video feed from the security cameras monitoring the prone form of Soundwave, which Raf couldn't help but notice were now panning about the warehouse.  His eyes widened at what he saw, or rather what he didn't see.  The technicians that had been so delicately studying the captive transformer were gone, no doubt off to perform other, more involved duties they could sink their teeth into since the Decepticon was off limits.  Rafael was alone.

With a snap of its jaws, Ravage grabbed hold of the boy's shirt, yanking Esquivel to his feet.  A wary eye watched as the cybertronian cat moved around to the tech-geek's back before suddenly pushing him forward.  Getting the message Raf moved, allowing the deployer to force him out from behind the workstation.  In the echoing silence of the warehouse, Raf became dimly aware of movement occurring in all the little corners, crannies, and vents of the building, movement his eyes confirmed as he saw small, bug-like robots scurrying and rolling intermittently about the floor and walls.  He stopped long enough to watch apprehensively as one of the tiny robots actually scuttled right in front of him.  

Impatiently Ravage again prodded the boy, prompting him to continue on his journey.  In short order Raf found himself standing next to Soundwave's head.  He had to wait only a moment as the giant's head slowly rolled to the side, the boy's startled reflection appearing in the shining dark facemask as it stared directly at him.

To be continued…
Disclaimer: I own nothing here. If I did, I’d be rich. As I’m not, well, you get the picture. All rights go to Hasbro.

Author’s Note: And here’s chapter five. A bit of news. This is probably going to be my last update for the year, as I prepare for the rest of the holidays. Sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be able to work too diligently on the next chapter with such distraction. On a second note, I also added some stuff to my previous chapter, doing a little more characterization for Raf. Go ahead and read it again, I think it looks better. Anyway, as always if you read, please review. I can’t wait to hear the reactions to this chapter.

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I knew one of Soundwave's minions had to be out and about XD Soundwave isn't fragile :3 Oh! How did Soundwave save Raf? I missed that >>

Hmmmm I'm still suspicions of those two guys keeping an eye on Raf...There's something about those two...

Awesome story and chapter! Sad you won't be able to update until probably next year :< Oh well XD looks like we have to wait XD