Outside, Looking In (4/5)
Next part! hopefully as good as the first parts. There is REVENGE!!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
I know they're kinda short, but I really wanted to get them finished and up, so I made them short and sweet.
Also, I made a mistake in the first part, that I went back and fixed, William Lennox is Army. Epps is Air Force. And again, another thing, I made this Tranquility, California, not Nevada.
:::Outside, Looking In
"Humanoid speaking"
[Autobot vehicle voice]
Part One and Two
Part Three
:::Part the Fourth:::
Without his mind really on what was going on with the new Autobots, Will hadn't even caught their names, Optimus Prime had Ironhide take him back to Sam's.
[Cap.] Ironhide suddenly revved his engine halfway between the lookout and Sam's house, [The police just filed a report about apprehending two teenagers who were involved with the assault on Sam.]
"Take me to the station Ironhide." Will was pissed. Sinfully gleeful that he was going to get a crack at the assholes who'd hurt Sam, but still pissed. Ironhide screeched around a corner and Will forced himself to calm down. "Are there names?"
[Trent Ement and Robert Sloan.]
"Perfect." Will climbed down from the drivers seat, letting Ironhide find a place to park. He was in to much of a hurry to worry about how it would look.
"I need to speak with the detectives in charge of Sam Witwicky's case." The desk sergeant raised an eyebrow, but as soon as Will shoved his Army ID under his nose he closed his mouth. "Now."
"Detective Reimer is in charge of that case."
"Where is he?"
"Interrogation room three." As Will moved away, the sergeant leaned over the desk, "Sir! Sir, you can't go in there!"
"Yes I can." Will sneered. He had a neat little paper in his back pocket that let him do anything he wanted. It was better then the badges that Sector Seven had had. With this, he could do anything. He could probably get away with making Ement and Sloan have an accident.
In the interrogation room. With witnesses.
Taking a few moments to look through the glass window, Will rolled his head, cracking his neck. Lovely.
Lawyers.
He loved fucking with lawyers.
Centering himself, Will took a deep breath and burst into the room.
"Who the hell..."
"Captain William Lennox. I'm here to question these... upstanding citizens."
"These boys have done no wrong..."
"Listen Mr..."
"Daws" The lawyer had slicked back hair and Will could guess that he was expensive.
Didn't matter.
"Daws. I'm here with on the President's command. Sam Witwicky did him and Secretary of Defense Keller a personal favor. They want whoever assaulted Sam," Will sent the two boys a cockeyed smirk, "punish. I'm here to see to that."
Reimer backed away. "Hey, Captain, when you're done, let me know. I'll come back for what's left of them."
"Sure Detective." Will turned back to the expensive lawyer, "Mr Daws, if you don't think I have the authority to do whatever needs to be done I'll give you the Secretary's personal number. I'm not sure that you want to call him right now though. It is a Saturday. he's probably golfing." The Ranger shrugged, "Hell, for all you know, he might be in town visiting Sam." Daws blinked a little. "Right. How about you just leave now. I'll just get to this."
Both boys were shaking when he slid towards them. Ement tried to cover his fear with bravado, "Hey man! We didn't do nothing!"
"Right." The door made a tiny click when the lawyer left and Ement started to sweat. "So, why don't you tell me exactly what you had in mind for Sam then. You know, when you beat the shit out of him."
"Hey, all we were doing was teaching the piece of shit a lesson!" Sloan babbled, "We didn't hurt him! All we did was rough him up a little, make him know that he shouldn't mess with us!"
"Okay," Will half sat on the table, "This is the way I see it going down. First, you get charged for attempted murder. Second or Third degree. If Mikaela hadn't found him in the football field, he would have died. You'll get tried as adults and go to, if I get my say in things - and I will - a max sec prison for twenty to life. You might get out after eight years on parole." Will let out a smile, his eyes sharp, "If you live that long."
"Hey! We didn't try to kill him! Swear to GOD man!" Ement threw his hands wide and Will pounced, getting right into his personal space.
"You did it because you want Mikaela. You fucked with the wrong person you idiot. Sam's got the Army, the Air Force, The SecDef and the President behind him. If you ever get out of the black little hole we put you in, you'll regret it."
"Man, I don't wanna go to prison! You gotta get me a deal!"
"Sloan, I don't give deals. You'll get the same as your brain dead friend here." Will turned his back on them, heading slowly to the door. he hoped as hard as hell that one of them, or both, would be stupid enough to try and attack him.
His prayers were answered. As soon as he felt the arms go around his waist in a football tackle he twisted his waist, making sure to land on the idiot, cracking ribs with his elbow. He was a trained Ranger. Ement, as he saw the blond hair, didn't stand a chance.
Sloan cowered in his chair when Will stood up from the floor, Ement's blood sprayed in a fine mist over his shirt. "Are you as stupid as him?"
"N...n...no..."
"Good boy." Stepping over the still breathing body, Will exited the room. Reimer was staring at him in astonishment. "You might want to call an ambulance or something for the asshole. He'll probably live, but you might not want to take the chance."
:::TBC:::
Part Five
I know they're kinda short, but I really wanted to get them finished and up, so I made them short and sweet.
Also, I made a mistake in the first part, that I went back and fixed, William Lennox is Army. Epps is Air Force. And again, another thing, I made this Tranquility, California, not Nevada.
:::Outside, Looking In
"Humanoid speaking"
[Autobot vehicle voice]
Part One and Two
Part Three
:::Part the Fourth:::
Without his mind really on what was going on with the new Autobots, Will hadn't even caught their names, Optimus Prime had Ironhide take him back to Sam's.
[Cap.] Ironhide suddenly revved his engine halfway between the lookout and Sam's house, [The police just filed a report about apprehending two teenagers who were involved with the assault on Sam.]
"Take me to the station Ironhide." Will was pissed. Sinfully gleeful that he was going to get a crack at the assholes who'd hurt Sam, but still pissed. Ironhide screeched around a corner and Will forced himself to calm down. "Are there names?"
[Trent Ement and Robert Sloan.]
"Perfect." Will climbed down from the drivers seat, letting Ironhide find a place to park. He was in to much of a hurry to worry about how it would look.
"I need to speak with the detectives in charge of Sam Witwicky's case." The desk sergeant raised an eyebrow, but as soon as Will shoved his Army ID under his nose he closed his mouth. "Now."
"Detective Reimer is in charge of that case."
"Where is he?"
"Interrogation room three." As Will moved away, the sergeant leaned over the desk, "Sir! Sir, you can't go in there!"
"Yes I can." Will sneered. He had a neat little paper in his back pocket that let him do anything he wanted. It was better then the badges that Sector Seven had had. With this, he could do anything. He could probably get away with making Ement and Sloan have an accident.
In the interrogation room. With witnesses.
Taking a few moments to look through the glass window, Will rolled his head, cracking his neck. Lovely.
Lawyers.
He loved fucking with lawyers.
Centering himself, Will took a deep breath and burst into the room.
"Who the hell..."
"Captain William Lennox. I'm here to question these... upstanding citizens."
"These boys have done no wrong..."
"Listen Mr..."
"Daws" The lawyer had slicked back hair and Will could guess that he was expensive.
Didn't matter.
"Daws. I'm here with on the President's command. Sam Witwicky did him and Secretary of Defense Keller a personal favor. They want whoever assaulted Sam," Will sent the two boys a cockeyed smirk, "punish. I'm here to see to that."
Reimer backed away. "Hey, Captain, when you're done, let me know. I'll come back for what's left of them."
"Sure Detective." Will turned back to the expensive lawyer, "Mr Daws, if you don't think I have the authority to do whatever needs to be done I'll give you the Secretary's personal number. I'm not sure that you want to call him right now though. It is a Saturday. he's probably golfing." The Ranger shrugged, "Hell, for all you know, he might be in town visiting Sam." Daws blinked a little. "Right. How about you just leave now. I'll just get to this."
Both boys were shaking when he slid towards them. Ement tried to cover his fear with bravado, "Hey man! We didn't do nothing!"
"Right." The door made a tiny click when the lawyer left and Ement started to sweat. "So, why don't you tell me exactly what you had in mind for Sam then. You know, when you beat the shit out of him."
"Hey, all we were doing was teaching the piece of shit a lesson!" Sloan babbled, "We didn't hurt him! All we did was rough him up a little, make him know that he shouldn't mess with us!"
"Okay," Will half sat on the table, "This is the way I see it going down. First, you get charged for attempted murder. Second or Third degree. If Mikaela hadn't found him in the football field, he would have died. You'll get tried as adults and go to, if I get my say in things - and I will - a max sec prison for twenty to life. You might get out after eight years on parole." Will let out a smile, his eyes sharp, "If you live that long."
"Hey! We didn't try to kill him! Swear to GOD man!" Ement threw his hands wide and Will pounced, getting right into his personal space.
"You did it because you want Mikaela. You fucked with the wrong person you idiot. Sam's got the Army, the Air Force, The SecDef and the President behind him. If you ever get out of the black little hole we put you in, you'll regret it."
"Man, I don't wanna go to prison! You gotta get me a deal!"
"Sloan, I don't give deals. You'll get the same as your brain dead friend here." Will turned his back on them, heading slowly to the door. he hoped as hard as hell that one of them, or both, would be stupid enough to try and attack him.
His prayers were answered. As soon as he felt the arms go around his waist in a football tackle he twisted his waist, making sure to land on the idiot, cracking ribs with his elbow. He was a trained Ranger. Ement, as he saw the blond hair, didn't stand a chance.
Sloan cowered in his chair when Will stood up from the floor, Ement's blood sprayed in a fine mist over his shirt. "Are you as stupid as him?"
"N...n...no..."
"Good boy." Stepping over the still breathing body, Will exited the room. Reimer was staring at him in astonishment. "You might want to call an ambulance or something for the asshole. He'll probably live, but you might not want to take the chance."
:::TBC:::
Part Five