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The second time Buffy went to Oregon, she went there on Slayer business. The Governor himself had asked for her. Something about an increase in attacks. As soon as she received the news, she had grabbed the first flight there without consulting anyone. She only hoped it wasn't the beginning signs of an Apocalypse.
Meanwhile in two different places, Blaster and Soundwave were revising the information that their respective terminals gave them. The Autobot paused and re-read the last piece of data he received, optics brightening at the implications before rushing to meet with Optimus. The Decepticon merely paused a klik, verified why the same piece of information was there when it was useless and unimportant before making a note to tell Megatron about the Stunticons’ tampering with the terminal’s search engines. He could see no harm in passing the useless information to Wildrider before deleting it. The Stunticon might as well have fun before Megatron got his hands on him anyways. He briefly wondered why was it so important to know when the fleshy known as Summers, Buffy was traveling to Oregon before deciding that since it involved the Stunticons and a fleshy he was better off not knowing now. He could always get the information later when he could not get roped into their plot and he could be assured Megatron’s fusion cannon would not fire on him but on the gestalt team.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(The Ark)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prime looked at Blaster as he finished explaining what was so important the cassette holder had barged in the middle of going over some new strategic tactics with Prowl and Ironhide. If what he said was true, then they had to start preparing now for the inevitable.
“Are you completely sure?” - The leader asked again, maybe hoping it was a mistake. The problem in question traveled quite a lot. He knew, Red Alert kept reminding him about it all the time.
“Affirmative, Sir. One Buffy Summers will be on flight 1741 tomorrow and change planes in Minneapolis; arriving in Portland, Oregon on flight 217 at 3:45PM.” - The red mech replied. Optimus frowned, silence washing over them as he recalled what happened the last time.
“Has she contacted the Decepticons yet?” - He said asked cautiously as Blaster seemed to bristle slightly at the question.
“I got nothing on her Prime. Trust me, I should’ve known if there was any contact.” - The cassette holder began. - “But that’s not saying the Cons don’t know she’s coming. The info is pretty easy to get.”
Optimus sighed. He remembered thinking the young girl to be nothing more than a hostage of the Stunticon. Something to keep the Autobot’s at bay while the Con had fun terrorizing the city. He couldn’t have been more wrong. She was working for them.
He still replayed the video of the Stunticon literally flying through the streets and into a hotel’s parking lot. Much to the surprise of everyone looking, the Ferrari did a U-turn, droved through the sidewalk, used some stairs as a ramp and somehow managed to land perfectly on a parking spot. The girl just got out of the Decepticon with a smile on her face, going as far as daring to pat the hood of the mech, who seemed to be doing its best not to start purring under her touch, before making her way into the hotel.
“We will have to assume the Decepticons already know about her arrival. Good job, Blaster. Maybe this time we will be able to stop them for sending the town into chaos again.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(The Nemesis)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And inside a sunken alien ship, the Stunticons were having a strange bizarre moment of calmness. That meant that none of them were beating up or getting beat up by someone else and that they weren’t bitching and fighting each other. That is why they all stared at at Wildrider like he sprouted another head when he suddenly jumped out of his seat.
“She’s coming! Oh, I’ve got to hurry up before she chooses another car.” - And with these words he was gone towards the washracks.
“What the fuck just happened?” - Motormaster asked to the remaining gestalt.
“Does it even matter?” - Dead End replied.
“If it comes to bite us in the ass later, it does.” - Continued their leader. - “And you know that’s how this will end up.” - He finished, already thinking of ways to find out who was the other going on about.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Flight 1741)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unknown to the events that merely seeing her name cause, Buffy Summers settled in the plane. She had to convince another passenger to trade seats with her. She hated the window since she was little. She was sure she saw a little monster trying to break the wings of the plane that time. She really didn’t want to see that again.
She relaxed and waited for the pilot’s permission before putting on her headphones and closing her eyes. If there was one thing she loved about airplanes, it was that she could get some much deserved sleep.
Part 1: Wild Ride
Meanwhile in two different places, Blaster and Soundwave were revising the information that their respective terminals gave them. The Autobot paused and re-read the last piece of data he received, optics brightening at the implications before rushing to meet with Optimus. The Decepticon merely paused a klik, verified why the same piece of information was there when it was useless and unimportant before making a note to tell Megatron about the Stunticons’ tampering with the terminal’s search engines. He could see no harm in passing the useless information to Wildrider before deleting it. The Stunticon might as well have fun before Megatron got his hands on him anyways. He briefly wondered why was it so important to know when the fleshy known as Summers, Buffy was traveling to Oregon before deciding that since it involved the Stunticons and a fleshy he was better off not knowing now. He could always get the information later when he could not get roped into their plot and he could be assured Megatron’s fusion cannon would not fire on him but on the gestalt team.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(The Ark)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Prime looked at Blaster as he finished explaining what was so important the cassette holder had barged in the middle of going over some new strategic tactics with Prowl and Ironhide. If what he said was true, then they had to start preparing now for the inevitable.
“Are you completely sure?” - The leader asked again, maybe hoping it was a mistake. The problem in question traveled quite a lot. He knew, Red Alert kept reminding him about it all the time.
“Affirmative, Sir. One Buffy Summers will be on flight 1741 tomorrow and change planes in Minneapolis; arriving in Portland, Oregon on flight 217 at 3:45PM.” - The red mech replied. Optimus frowned, silence washing over them as he recalled what happened the last time.
“Has she contacted the Decepticons yet?” - He said asked cautiously as Blaster seemed to bristle slightly at the question.
“I got nothing on her Prime. Trust me, I should’ve known if there was any contact.” - The cassette holder began. - “But that’s not saying the Cons don’t know she’s coming. The info is pretty easy to get.”
Optimus sighed. He remembered thinking the young girl to be nothing more than a hostage of the Stunticon. Something to keep the Autobot’s at bay while the Con had fun terrorizing the city. He couldn’t have been more wrong. She was working for them.
He still replayed the video of the Stunticon literally flying through the streets and into a hotel’s parking lot. Much to the surprise of everyone looking, the Ferrari did a U-turn, droved through the sidewalk, used some stairs as a ramp and somehow managed to land perfectly on a parking spot. The girl just got out of the Decepticon with a smile on her face, going as far as daring to pat the hood of the mech, who seemed to be doing its best not to start purring under her touch, before making her way into the hotel.
“We will have to assume the Decepticons already know about her arrival. Good job, Blaster. Maybe this time we will be able to stop them for sending the town into chaos again.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(The Nemesis)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And inside a sunken alien ship, the Stunticons were having a strange bizarre moment of calmness. That meant that none of them were beating up or getting beat up by someone else and that they weren’t bitching and fighting each other. That is why they all stared at at Wildrider like he sprouted another head when he suddenly jumped out of his seat.
“She’s coming! Oh, I’ve got to hurry up before she chooses another car.” - And with these words he was gone towards the washracks.
“What the fuck just happened?” - Motormaster asked to the remaining gestalt.
“Does it even matter?” - Dead End replied.
“If it comes to bite us in the ass later, it does.” - Continued their leader. - “And you know that’s how this will end up.” - He finished, already thinking of ways to find out who was the other going on about.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~(Flight 1741)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Unknown to the events that merely seeing her name cause, Buffy Summers settled in the plane. She had to convince another passenger to trade seats with her. She hated the window since she was little. She was sure she saw a little monster trying to break the wings of the plane that time. She really didn’t want to see that again.
She relaxed and waited for the pilot’s permission before putting on her headphones and closing her eyes. If there was one thing she loved about airplanes, it was that she could get some much deserved sleep.
Part 1: Wild Ride