Almost three weeks had passed since you met the new alien friends who came far away from outer space. Although you needed more time to 'completely' get used to the 25 feet tall fellows, you seem to get along nice with them all the way.

Referred as Autobots, Bumblebee, Strongarm, Sideswipe, and Grimlock often went out to capture the released Decepticons, frequently racing out and returning with a knocked-out robot. It was intimidating at first, but now, you would just watch them with amusement as they push the Decepticons into the stasis pod.

It was another steamingly hot, sunny afternoon in the scrapyard.
You and Russel were inside the bar, slurping on the ice-filled lemonade provided by Denny. Outside, the robots were congregated around the commence center, listening words from the rather-small sized robot, Fixit.

"I can't believe that they are still working even in this heat."

You mumbled, staring at the crowd of robots while holding up your cup for another sip.

The temperature was now hitting over 36 and you and Russel had to give up the idea of playing football in the field. It was just too hot to handle.

"Well, they have a planet to guard anyway. No wonder they are busy."

"Yeah...not to mention the robots called...Decepticons? It would be quite terrifying to think that there are more than one here."

Russel nodded in agreement as he too looked in the direction of the robots. It is true. The first time when you were forcibly encountered with the so-called Decepticons last week, it was quite scary. They were the same size as the Autobots, but more violent and abusive. You shivered at the moment when you and Russel were almost squashed by the one shaped as an Earthworm.

"So you have seen these....intimidating robots more than once before?"

You asked the little boy, who was now bending over the ice machine. He fidgeted with the machine button, finally scooping a handful of ice cubes from the container.

"Yes...There are even packs of them, grouped as a team just like Bumblebee's."

You choked at his answer, managing to spill some of the yellowish content all over your shirt and shorts.

"A pack?"

"Yep, the main leader of the pack is called Steeljaw. He is the one trying to free the Decepticons who are still in the stasis pod scattered all over Earth."

A PACK OF DECEPTICONS

You sighed and stared down at the stain on your clothes.

'I never imagined having such a dynamic summer vacation like this in my entire life.'

You thought as you pulled out some tissue from the shelf located on the right side of the wooden table.

"So...this guy called Steeljaw is the problem?"

"Exactly."

"Well...then let's just hope he doesn't come back."

The boy nodded vigorously at your words, sipping the now-ice cube refilled lemonade.

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"What's the stasis?"

"Well, I located a Decepticon from the forest area just east from here. I am sending the coordinates to you now."

"Okay then, Autobots! Roll out!"

"Another one on the loose?"

You asked Fixit, as the Autobots whirled out and with a loud screech, disappearing through the gates.

"Yep! It seems many are still on the loose, according to my precision."

"Wonder what is going to be this time."
"Oh don't worry, Bumblebee will solve it right away!"
"Yeah (y/n), don't worry! They will be fine."

Russel assured you, putting his small hand on yours.

At the boy's cheerful words, you couldn't help but give a small smile. Yeah, Bumblebee always succeded in accomplishing his mission. He was a great leader after all(Even though he doesn't admit it) How could this possibly go wrong?

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"Um...Do we have another team we don't know about running around catching Decepticons?"

Grimlock broke the silence as the four bots stared at the Decepticon, now bounded tightly on a tree and was struggling hard to break free.

"Fixit, who are we looking at?"

"Kick-back sir, he is a professional Decepticon Lackey. He's worked with every criminal on Cybertron it seems."

Strongarm ripped off the tape and soon as she did so, the Decepticon burst into wild jibberish.

"I suppose you bots could use a sidekick?-hehe."

"No, we already have sideswipe."

"Hey!"

"Yeah, then how about a different kind of side-KICK!"

Before Strongarm could reply the bot broke the knot, kicking her squarely in the chest. Strongarm went flying by the impact, crashing into Sideswipe with a loud clatter and a groan. In nonstop, Bumblebee grunted in pain as the Decepticon hit him as well, sending him backward. Soon Sidekick transformed, scurrying away within seconds.

"Smooth move, butter digit officer!"

Sideswipe spat as he tried to wriggle himself free under Strongarm.

Strongarm shot an irritating look at him.

"Let's hop along before he gets too far."

"Wait! Something is wrong here..."

Bumblebee stared around the place; too strange.

"Clearly the Decepticons were meant to distract us."

The stuck-up Samurai robot murmured, peering down the way the Decepticon had went.

"From what?"

Strongarm asked, with a confused expression.

"I don't know. Let's find out. Fixit, Fixit? Do you read?"

Bumblebee shouted, but only chirps and buzzing sounds emitted from his audio receptors.

All five of them looked at each other.

"Scrap!"
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"What's the matter Fixit? Can't fix something?"

You asked in a teasing tone as the small orange bot hurriedly pressed the buttons on the command center. You hurled the ball as hard you could, and unexpectedly, the bot grasped the ball without even looking back.

"Nice arms!"

Denny exclaimed, catching the ball as Fixit threw it back.

"Strange...the Decepticon is traveling at a rapid pace."

"Maybe it is running away?"

You said, coming closer beside Fixit to see the numerous digit like codes scattered across the tablet. Fixit's face reflected a hint of concern as he clicked the keyboard repeatedly.

"No...I will contact Bumblebee for good measure. Bumblebee? Bumblebee status please."

In return, only chirps and weird whining sounds came from nowhere, startling you, Denny and Russel. Then all of a sudden, loud sirens started blasting from every direction, making you jump.

"Th-The comm system have been jammed! It means...imposters!"

Fixit yelled, now almost panicking as he tried to stop, whatever he called 'imposters.'

"We will go check!"

Denny said, running down the command center with concern spring in his steps. You followed after him, taking close position near Russel just in case.

"No, Denny, it is dangerous!"

You yelled as Denny tried to run toward the gates, feeling dread in the pit of your stomach. It was surely the Decepticons, you knew it. And if Denny meets one or more of them....he wouldn't even stand a chance. But before you could say or speak, a gloating voice stopped you in your tracks.

You looked up.

"Well, well, a welcoming committee. How very kind of you."