Two days pass since the incident between Jazz and Memoren-13. The Chevrolet Kodiak (A shiny black conversion) finally arrived to California. Turns out Ironhide couldn't understand a single word Amber said in her fluent Italian accent. I have no idea how Jazz can understand a word Amber says, Ironhide thought.

   The Italian woman (Amber) went back  into the hotel via the back door.

  "What did the human say?" Ironhide is completely  lost.

    Jazz  has a small laugh at him.

 "The Ground Rules." Jazz explains to  Ironhide. "Amber just went in to get you an copy of the ground rules...I kind of got mine ripped into shreds by cats."

    A stray German Shepard barks at the two, tall Autobots.

 "Don't urinate on me,"  Ironhide threatens the stray German Shepard as he aims his cannon at the small and shaggy canine. "or else you won't be barking much longer."

   The Stray German Shepard urinates on him.

  "I should kill you--" 

    Jazz brings Ironhide behind a tree as two humans came from the parking lot  arguing over the stray dog. One wanted to take in the poor, ratty dog. The other wanted to take him to the nearest euthanize shelter  and be done with it. The two's argument becomes so violent they start punching each other. Keep in mind these are full grown and strong, intelligent twenty-five and twenty-eight year old men. The Autobots play rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets to knock some sense into  these men.

  "I got paper." Ironhide said, rather glad to have gotten it.

  Ironhide takes a step away from the tree to let and behold the humans see a 22 feet 5 inches tall robot weighting 3.8 tons. He has a scar surrounding his right optic. The two men are shaking beyond belief. The Stray German shepard wags his tail while chewing on the bone.

 "Don't go crazy on the humans." Jazz warns the Kodiak. "Just remember: we are not showoffs."

  Ironhide fakes a loud, big cough.

"What...the hell?" The two men stop bickering and gape at the giant.

Ironhide folds his arms.

"You should not bicker over a simple stray." Ironhide told them. "And if you do bicker over strays then it will be the death of you. I've seen your kind bicker over far more stupid things. I am a Autobot, a cybertronian warrior  built for war."

  The men are unable to speak.

 "...D..dd-d..d.ddo you..." The first man is stuttering really badly. "...Name."

  Ironhide's mean streak just came on.

 "I am Ironhide and you should be scared of bickering over strays!" The Autobot stomps his foot on the floor sending a slightly rumble in the ground. The men  shriek at Ironhide's comment then they both flee from him. Ironhide is actually enjoying tormenting humans. He laughs, just as they had left.

  Ironhide goes back into the wooden forest area

  "Shoot any questions you have." Ironhide said, making the gun sign on Jazz.

Jazz rubs the back of his neck.

    "...Hide, how do you know about pregnancy?"

    Ironhide throws a bone at a German Shepard.

    "It all came from this...dream or whatever humans call it;" Ironhide explains to him. "About this girl who was shot by Starscream and then attacked me, and...she was pregnant."

 The Stray dog is standing up and having a fierce stare-off with the bone, while growling at it.

   "Lately I have been able to piece together that..." Ironhide sits down. "Get a grip on anything; I  had been...in a relationship with her."

  Jazz has a 'what' reaction from it.

 Ironhide taps his digits together.

The Stray Dog then tried chewing into it once more.

  "Those memories of her stomach growing and growing, even the changes..." Ironhide shook his helm and his hands. "Woah it blew my processor!  I had no idea humans can get that big."

 Jazz laughs as the German Sheperd is biting into the bone.

"Human dreams gotten to you?" Jazz sounds so far-fetched on this. The Stray dog has both paws keeping it right in his grasp. "Or has Bumblebee rubbed off on you..."

Ironhide shook his helm.

 "Niether." Ironhide rubs his temples as he goes back and forth.  "It felt so real. I...fell..in..love with a human--it's so crazy even I can't believe it...you know that feeling, azz, when something doesn't feel right?"

 Jazz nods, as the humans comes back looking for Ironhide.The Two Autobots are in the forest.The other humans tell the men that they are absurd and  take them off to somewhere leaving the two Autobots hiding in the forest. The stray,on the other hand, continued his relentless chewing.

   "So that's how you know." Jazz whispers, as two humans stood by the dog.

  Ironhide nods, while they both hid in the tree.

 "Awwww, let's name it Bandit!" The teenage boy said,  'awwing at the dirty stray.

  "No, Rex!" The younger girl protests. "It must be Rex!"

   Ironhide shook his helmet, not bemused by these humans..

 "Let's take him to mother, Nickle." The boy tells the girl, using a nickname for her. He has this smart-going smile remaining on his face.

  The girl fumes.

 "F-f-fine."  Nickle takes the bone from the stray. "Come on!"

  The Stray follows them away from the forest and away from the gigantic robots.

   "Got it!" Amber came out the back door holding a paperback. She takes a quick stop in her pace and looks in both directions.

    Ironhide and Jazz could have mistaken that Amber  may have been thinking they left.

  Amber looks up, then has a laugh at the two Autobots hanging in the tree's. Her joyful, highly amused laughing is so contagious it made both Autobots just fall right out--by laughing-- of the tree. Ironhide covers his mouth so it wouldn't draw attention from other humans. Amber waves away the people who had stopped to see what is making this commotion.

    She says something  in her Italian accent  smooth that Ironhide did not understand her.

  "What did she say?" Ironhide asks, point blank.

   "Read the groundrules." Jazz said, as  the woman is holding a book.

 Ironhide takes the copy.

  "What the hell?" Ironhide could have flipped. "It's a book. You only meet her last week."

   Amber rolls her eyes then says something in her own native language.

  "David will  take a liking to you--" Jazz then shook his  digit at the italian woman. "Amber, no, we are not going to race with you being pregnant!"

 Amber hufffs, folding her arms and said something else.

   Ironhide sits at the treetrunk and began  reading.

 "...Fine." Jazz transforms into his car mode. "David will come out soon. He's exhausted from that bike ride they had yesterday."

   Ironhide looks at the italian woman with a clever smirk.

  "For how violent they are, I would have thought they wouldn't get exhausted." Ironhide grumbles, when Amber got into the drivers seat.

 "Amber told me to say, 'There's more to kids than meets the eye, arrivederci!',"   Jazz tells him, then he drives  off through the grass and ran over some candy that had been accidentally been dumped out from a vehicle. There wasn't any gas that came from Jazz as he drove away. Just a few birds flew away from tree's to the light poles.

    Ironhide  edges closer into the woods feeling slightly worried about being seen by humans.

  "Now..."  His optics squint at it.

      1) No smoking.

         1.2) Don’t flirt with me. I’m a married woman.

   Ironhide looks closer  to see the title, is indeed in Italian, reads: “Property of Mrs. Ambra Hotchen Brookes.”  The internet proved to be useful in translating. He didn’t know why she spelled her name differently on paper. Isn’t Amber spelled A-m-b-e-r- and not A-m-b-r-a? Ironhide is able to translate the lower half; “Do not steal official version”

     "...I'm reading her copy." Ironhide  realizes.

     1.3)Lets be Amicos.

     2) Sleep in the garage

     3) Don't bring attention to yourself.

  "Oh Jazz," Ironhide shook his helm at the last rule.  He wasn't familiar with 'park's. I should have told him about them. And really? He has to sleep in the garage? Ironhide can picture  Jazz and Bumblebee complaining about the garages they had been in. It semed like something that would actually happen.

      4) Sweetie, I don't need protecting at the park.

    5) Sharing Music sometime every day, or week.

    6) Learn to speak Italian and read in Italian, Jazz.

    "Ah." Ironhide rubs his chin plating. "No wonder he understood Amber. What a show off."

    7) You will help me with anything I need.

     8) Do not invade our privacy.    

Ironhide saw a listed  ground rule in Italian.  ppphhhh,I should use the internet to translate this--Which is what he did in the next minute.The ground rule is then translated it to: My worst nightmare is losing you, Jazz, my friend. Ironhide looks up towards the window where David is letting out a parrot.

  "And stay out, mockingbird!" David waves a newspaper at it.

   "Paarrot-aawwk!" The parrot squawks, flying off from the window. "I am a parrot--awk!"

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         8:49 AM...

         ...Closed off California street...

Jazz is driven to a section of California where Officers do not usually wonder into. It's almost like the Graveyard from the Lion King; however the major difference is good styled race cars and people in huge crowds taking photo's of  punk-strong looking men. Amber seems quite content and pleased for her 'gut-searching-danger-racing-zone' by leaning back in the driver seat.

 "Amber, you just tricked me--" Jazz starts to chide on his friend.

Amber drives him to a underground race.

 "We are only doing this once." Amber innocently said, giving him the 'you are with me so I can do it' act.

   Gas comes out Jazz's exhaust pipe.

 "It might become the only time you drove me beyond the speed limit--" Jazz is trying to explain that pulling herself into danger may not be the best decision at all. Primus knew how may times she may have gotten herself into danger but got out of it by Jazz.

   "You got enough oil to re-coop from this." Amber argued, continuing her first train of thought. "SSSShh! The dude's coming."

   The strong, muscular man  came to the cardoor.

  "What are you here for?"  The Man  leans his arms on the rolled down window edge.

   Amber grabs the wheel.

 "To participate in the race." Amber said, her sunglasses slide partially down. This letts the man see Amber's unusually hazel eyes that make it seem as though her eyes are green.

   The man has a laugh at it.

 "This is a death race." The man in black security style clothing said, then points to another race that is being prepared with paparrazi and serious looking men. There's a lot of vehicles about 13 feet away from them. "There's a street race going on over there...Wait.."

   He looks back to Amber, almost realizing who he is speaking to.

"You don't happen to be  the American freelance songwriter," The Man asks, as Jazz is getting concerned about this interaction. He could possibly be aligned to the Decepticons or cheating them into a 'death race' instead of a competitive race. "Who goes everywhere to create music for any movie she's been hired for?"

     Amber has a small smile at that.

  "It's a small maybe--"

 "So you are her!" He gestures at her. He has a strange, moon like crescent on his right. cheek. "My wife loves 'Sleep in the sky', I can't believe...Oh my god--I'm talking to a really, good songwriter."

  The man takes both arms off the window's edge.

  "It's for The Black Butler, coming out in 2013." Amber claims, putting down her black sunglasses. The way she hid her accent is skillfully deceptive and deceiving, good for an actor these days. Her eyebrows hunch together ever so briefly then depart from one another.

    The man leaves the two be.

  "Open up the laptop,"  Amber pats on the driver wheel.

 A laptop retracts from  the radio and is shown with a flat, good sleek screen.

  "Why are you using a laptop?..." Jazz asks, a bit confused.

  Jazz did not understand what her intentions would do with a  computer and a race.

 "Just drive." Amber said, putting on a black hat. "The Black Butler is just a cover story for The  Amazing Streetracer."

Jazz drives to the real race.

  "Hope I won't regret this.." Jazz hopes to himself, quite sincerely.