Ironhide had been given the opportunity to be filled in what David is doing. Though it made him concerned this human was going to try fool the Decepticons with someone who resembles Amber. David claimed up and down it was an old friend of his who wanted to go down with a bang, just wanting to die by some 'awesome, epic. menacing means'.

     "Your kind will easily blame us for your deaths when everyone finds out about us." Ironhide tells the man, as they drove to the air port.

    It had been some days since Ironhide had came to California.

       "No." David defiantly said, his eyes strongly suggested he opposed the idea of pinning the blame of his death on the Autobots. As a man he had been in war. This one thing that brought his wife into meeting Jazz  had given him the gut feeling there will be sacrifices. 

      Even though David's plan was clever and good;  It didn't leave room for him to survive.

       David leans back in his seat.

    .  "They will not." David repeats.

   Ironhide passes by a tool shop.

        "Turn around!"

    Ironhide swerves in the road making some cars collide and twirl until they made a square.

  "What now?" Ironhide asks, not at all pleased with swerving in the road and making cars go crazy. He is parked on the side of the road.

   David looks over his shoulder and saw there's cars that have hit each other, yet, they are otherwise fine except for the damaged engine hoods. He sighs, relieved Ironhide had really driven crazy for him. Maybe leaving my wife with the Autobots is not a bad idea, David reassures himself.

  "We missed the Tool shop."  David said, taking out his wallet.

   "Why the the tool shop?" Ironhide asks. He did not understand why a tool shop of all places warranted David's attention.

   "Because it's not starbucks; now drive back..." David gives directions to Ironhide in driving to the Tool shop

  Since when did Stars become Bucks? Ironhide thought driving into the tool shops parking lot.

   "You never know." David said, looking out the window. Amber is off getting icecream. He figures his wife will probably be able to make it in life without him there. Doing what a husband would willingly do for his unborn child. It meant a lot to David for his wife and child to be safe.

       There's a good space between a Honda and a Ford. How can humans park their vehicles and not get a dent from a tight space? Ironhide parks in between the two vehicles but he did make sure they were further away from him. He's parked to the side of the Tool store.

     "Hide, don't come charging in to the store--" David got out in the limited space.

    "Call me Ironhide." Ironhide  told the human, in a way that meant he did not trust him.

    David looks in both directions just to make sure nobody is watching

     "Don't your friends call you Hide?" David asks,

     Ironhide grumbles.

     "I met you two days ago, you can't make a friendship THAT fast, you can make a protection-guardian relationship in two days," Ironhide went on. "But not a friendship. I was built for war. Two days within meeting some cybertronian was just a 'hi' and 'bye'."

      David  clears his throat.

      "That's war for you." David said, taking a few steps from the car door. He is anticipating Ironhide to slam his own door shut. Ironhide did  slam his door on David's finger two days ago. That's why he has his index finger bandaged up.  "But human wars go over the distance; we go where no one has ever gone before."

     "Not outer space?" Ironhide asks, shutting his own door.

     David laughs.

      "I meant how we kill," David shook his head. He had seen something terrible back in a war not too long ago. "Even though we advance our technology and vehicles; we go overboard. Much different from you guys, am I right?"

     Ironhide is pretty silent.

    "Be right back." David's hands go into his jacket's pockets, and he disappears  around the corner from Ironhide's sight.

   Two teenagers were on the roof spying on recently parked vehicles with binoculars, sun chairs, and completed with lemonade. It did not take long for Ironhide to think humans not only were violent but thieves as well in their adolescent  years. A cybertronian can be the worst kind of judgmental aliens out there.

     However, there is perks and disadvantages being a robot capable of transforming into anything.

    These two teenage boys came into Ironhide through unconventional means.

 "Okay, Clipper," The first boy, J-T, takes out a screwdriver.  "Which part do we take out this conversion?"

 Clipper, the second boy with dark-shiny hair, leans back in the passenger seat.

 "This seat." Clipper said,enjoying the vibration putting hands under his head.

    The doors lock on the boys by an automatic click.

  "Clipper!" J-T shouts. "What did you press this time?"

   Clipper's eyes go sideways.

  "I dunno!" Clipper said, shrugging his shoulders. "Do you have kidney stones?"

 J-T glares at him.

  "I do not" J-t said,trying to unlock the doors. "But I wish you get them!"

   I should have fun with these kids, Ironhide decides, and see if they fall for it.

   "Grifters with violent tendencies." Ironhide turns his radio on. "What a shame for adolescent organisms."

   J-T screams like a girl.

  "Ahhh!" J-T is trying to kick his way out  Ironhide.

  Clipper gapes at the radio.

   "Do you want to serve your planet?" Ironhide teasingly asks the two adolescents.

    The boys are intially unable to speak, leaving a time of silence.

   "Y--ye--e-a--"

 "Speak up,young man, you sound like a shy cat." Ironhide's radio glows somewhat a light blue. "I have heard worse."

"I want to serve my country!"

   J-T elbow punches Clipper.

  "That wasn't what I was expecting..." Ironhide mumbles to himself.

 "WE ARE TALKING TO A LIVING TRUCK." J-T's hands are shaking as he waves them back and forth.

"I know right!' Clipper said, being bright about the situation. "I am getting enlisted ASAP!"

 This amused Ironhide to no end. 

 "You can use grifting to fight against a common enemy--"

 "Alquaida?"

"That son of a gun bin laden?"

   Pity humans for not thinking outside the box, Ironhide thought.

  "No." Ironhide takes a dramatic pause. "Yourselves. More so military vehicles. They are among us. They are ruthless and kill while cars protect and save. Been in the war for years. Don't you think it should be ending?"

    J-T rubs his chin.

  "The Cyberterror war." J-T interprets it. He lightly shake his head. "Fine...Okay. Okay. Okay. We'll use our skills for good."

   Ironhide's black frame inside the radio's screen glows a few numbers.

  "Start using it for good by stopping that woman who's getting kidnapped by those shady humans." Ironhide instructs them, seeing a bit of use for his scenario. Optimus will not like this if I tell him: Giving them a free pass to steal another vehicle. "And use the limo. I have heard it's much easier to use in car chases."

    In a click the two doors are unlocked; Clipper looks forward to see a frightened woman inside a vehicle (driving out the parking lot) hitting a window. Clipper goes into automatic pilot mode, then jumps  out Ironhide and steals a parked limo in 5 seconds. J-T goes after the limo grabbing a door as it is speeding off hanging slightly open with him in tow. J-T forces himself into the passenger seat beside Clipper and then slams the door shut.

   The Limo goes after the white van with a wide, not-repaired scar mark with two windows at the back.

    "This was...productive." Ironhide shuts both doors leaving dents on the two cars beside him. The entire event would probably remain confusing and unverified for those two boys. But for Ironhide, the incident will make him laugh.

     Ironhide laughs,  as some humans pass by looking strangely at the laughing vehicle.

     David came back holding a gray bag.

   "What are you staring at?" David asks a couple.

   The couple exchange concerned glances.

   "Your truck was laughing." The couple tells David.

  David smiles.

  "I installed the laughing system into it." David reassures them. "Just go inside and  forget about it. I sent a patent for this invention."

   The people left.

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     ......1 Hour and 30 Minutes pass...

        .....Airport....

David grabs his suitcases's from the backseat  in Ironhide.

"Is it true?" Ironhide asks, at the most unexpected time.

 David's attention is turned from his luggage to the radio.

 "You didn't say what is true, spill it." David orders the Autobot from the passenger seat, taking out his two suitcases. "And get your...what do you call that again..."

 "Hologram." Ironhide informs him.

  "Yes, that." David waves his hand. "Turn your hologram on."

  People were passing by and some were use their cell phones standing beside  the cell phones. Ironhide's hologram is then projected in the driver's seat.  A not-so-well dressed person,who had been listening to a friend, saw this hologram. Let's say the idea of a video game came to his mind.

  "So you really don't know." Ironhide's hologram is not following what he saying.

  David tugs out his second suitcase.

 "Honestly--" David falls back landing on the ground and the suitcase landing on his chest.  "I don't."

  Ironhide's hologram chuckles.

  "Jazz and Amber were in a street race."

    David is furious that he wasn't told about this earlier. Ironhide reminded him sometimes not knowing is a good thing. Ironhide tells David that he respects what he is risking for their trouble and mistakes.  David  just believe Memoren-13 is only a too powerful villain warrior who could aide the other side. Just on the exception that whatever she saw could be changed like their plans.

      Jazz  parks under a tree.

  "I have seen what war does to planets like yours." Ironhide tells the man. He is genuinely warning him that whatever happens: Earth is in the balance. Graves could be destroyed, countless cities and lives.  "And you have not seen the worst of it."

    David smiles, as Ironhide closes his doors.

  "And I never will see the worst." David jokes, picking up his two suitcases. "Make sure those two don't get over their heads."

    Ironide laughs.

 "I will."

  David goes to Jazz. What he knew and had experienced for the past few days made him know for certain:  It's up to the Autobots and The Decepticons to settle their own wars. Earth is basically the battleground. Earth may have more connections to Cybertron than anyone knows. Or thinks for that matter.

    If there's dinosaur's from their deadplanet and we have them as fossils, David puts down his suitcases beside him as he stood at the driver side of Jazz., Then Earth must be related to Cybertron in some way. Like be a gigantic, living cybertronian who may be evil or good. David knocks on the window.

Jazz rolls it down his window.

  "It's an extended vacation,Amber." David puts his arms on the rim of the window. "I am going home to take care of a few things."

  "Jazz brought the good out of you, right?" Amber asks, raising one of her eyebrows at her husband.

"I roger that." Jazz replies as his radio glows.

  David knocks on the roof.

 "Take care of Amber all right, you hear me?" David asks the Autobot,really meaning what he is telling  Jazz, "Or I will come after you with a drill."

 "Under my protection," Jazz replied. "With my life for hers."

   Amber apparently thought they were joking.

   "Nice joke." Amber said, applauding him for his efforts to make a well-rounded  joke.

   He is having a thumb up for his wife.

  "World trip. Go home as a loser or go home as a man," David said, looking down to his wife. He knew there child would be the best  he or she could ever be, no matter what. His wife, Amber, apparently took it as one of David's wise quotes. 

     David picks up his suitcases.

  "See you sometime after July!"  Amber shouts off to her husband.