The rain came pouring down as a teenage boy stood up off the muddy ground, "You're slacking, Brendon! What have I told you about slacking!?"

"I'm sorry, Uncle. The ground is too slippery."

"That's no excuse! You will have to overcome many obstacles in battle! If you can't overcome the smallest thing like mud then you will be defeated! Now get into your fighting position!"

Brendon raised his fists into position in front of his face like his uncle had shown him. Silas gave a hard swing and Brendon blocked it with his arm then countered with a swing that Silas caught. Silas held the boy's arm while he brought his leg up for a swift kick to his side. "Don't put yourself in a position where you're open to your enemy because they will take advantage of it!"

Brendon clenched his arm over his side as he fell to his knees.

"You're as pathetic as your father. He was just as weak, never was able to hold his own in a fight. I always had to get him out of trouble."

Brendon clenched his fists so tight his knuckles turned white. He always hated being compared to his father. He never met him since he died when he was still a baby but he's heard a lot of stories about him from his uncle, and all of them were about how weak he was. Brendon doesn't want to be weak, he wants to be strong and a great fighter.

Brendon pinched the bridge of his nose as he pushed those memories away. He hates thinking of the past with his uncle and all the training. Sure he's upset about his uncle's death, but if he's to be honest he always hated that man. He was always harsh with him about everything, not just training.

However, he does still give his respect and gratitude to the man for teaching him all the fighting techniques. He's now one of the toughest guys in the military thanks to his uncle. In a sense, Brendon was a bit happy and relieved when he heard his uncle was dead, but in another sense, he was upset and grieved for his uncle's death. Despite how much he hated him and his ways he was still family and was the only family he had.

Brendon can still recall when he heard about his uncle's project that had to do with these alien robots from another planet. Cybertronians as he read that they were called. He thought his uncle had finally lost his mind and was going batshit crazy. But after Silas was killed and he found out it was at the hands of these Cybertronians he decided to look into it and see if it was true or if his uncle actually did go crazy.

He found as much of his uncle's research as he could find. Documents, recordings, everything. Whatever hadn't been taken by Agent Fowler and his team, luckily Silas had many hiding places where he could keep his most secretive stuff. Brendon knew all the places and he got everything that was hidden. He looked over everything, saw the recorded footage, and started to see that his uncle was actually onto something.

As he looked more into it he discovered that some of them were on the planet, either never left or had returned. He was able to get access to security footage in the museum in Crown City and witnessed the Autobots fighting a robot that looked like a bull. The Autobots and their companions tried to get rid of the footage of course but Brendon still was able to see it. His men would even say they had seen some of them while out on patrol or on a mission.

And that all lead up to this point. When Brendon's men came across the female Cybertronian he gave orders to capture her. Then the male one came along and they captured him as well, which was a bonus. Now Brendon can try the research his uncle never got around to trying out. It all caught his interest and his curiosity so he's doing his own studies to see what he can find. Getting revenge on them for the death of his uncle is just a bonus.

He looks over at the two monitors that are displaying the two Cybertronians in their own space. The male looks angry but still calm. No reaction on his end yet.

But the female...

The female, however, seems to be feeling the effects of the substance they injected into her. Brendon's not sure what it is exactly, he found it among Silas' stuff. But judging from the papers he read that were with it, the stuff had to do with one of the experiments he wanted to try out but couldn't. So now he is and he can see the female is starting to squirm.

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Hot!

It's getting so hot.

Strongarm squirmed as she felt her core temperature start to rise. What is going on? The only time the core temperature would rise like this is when one is sick or when...

Wait.

No. It can't be.

It began to dawn on Strongarm what it was when she started getting this funny feeling in her port area. She's going into heat. Somehow whatever they injected into her caused her systems to push her into her heat cycle. But how is that possible? How could they have something that could do that? These humans are very mysterious. Either way, she just hopes it passes quickly and that... 

Primus, Steeljaw! He's a Wolf-Con which means he could easily smell her in heat. If he smells her he'll go crazy, he'll most likely kill these humans just to get to her. He'll be worse than he was earlier.

Primus help us if he smells this...

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"You feel that?" Arcee asks Wheeljack as they walk down the path Bumblebee told them to, trying to find the place the humans are at.

"Yeah. Something's going on with Strongarm, though I don't know what."

"She seems to be in distress for some reason. Do you think that maybe we should have kept her at home?"

"We can't hold her back all her life, 'Cee."

"I know. I just can't help but think that if we kept her at home she wouldn't be in this situation."

"You know she was bent on joining the police academy and working with Bumblebee. It was a dream of hers and we couldn't change her mind about it. Don't forget she has your fighting spirit, she won't go down that easily."

"She has both of our fighting spirits." Arcee vents out a sigh, "I'm just really worried about her. I can't lose her, not now after all we did to save her from Megatron when she was still in my spark chamber. All of this is a bit too similar to what was going on with Megatron."

Wheeljack stops walking and grabs Arcee to pull her into a comforting embrace, "I know, 'Cee. I know. We will get her back, I promise."

Arcee wrapped her arms around him to return the hug as she mumbled to herself, "She has our fighting spirit, she's a fighter. She'll be fine." But no matter how much she says it she still worries.

"You're her mother, it's your instinct to be worried and want to protect her. Just as it's my instinct as a father."

Arcee nods as she tightens her embrace. Wheeljack has proven to be a great mate and an excellent father. She wouldn't ask for anything better. They will find their daughter, together.