Sam's POV

We get on the highway fast. Dutch was driving while Simmons and I sat in the back. Mirage, Bee and Sideswipe drive fast, staying behind and beside us. "Going on the hunt for two Russian cosmonauts." Simmons stated as he leaned back in his seat.

"Nothing like driving in Maybach. Germans know how to make cars, let me tell you." Simmons added on as he looked over at me.

After a small drive we stop right in front of a club near town. Dutch and Simmons pulled out a pair of binoculars. "My Dutchman, former NSA cybersleuth extraordinaire, tracked them down here." Simmons declared.

Dutch was looking through the files of the consonants through a laptop as I was looking from the window of the car as two men and a woman walking in the club doors.

"So theses cosmonauts went into hiding. Why?" Simmons asked himself as he kept his eyes glued at the binoculars.

"Simmons, I got a match." Dutch reported. "You're a German Shepard, Dutch.." Simmons stated as he watched the woman walk in the building.

Simmons sighed as he pulled out a metallic briefcase which had two handguns, a few clips and brass knuckles.

"The thing about Russians is that they never like to talk. It's going to take a little of the "international language"." Simmons stated as he pulled the hammer back, getting it ready.

I followed Simmons and Dutch into the building. As we stepped inside we walk down a dimmed lighted green hallway that led to a heavy metal door.

Simmons knocked on the door and a rectangular eye hole thing slid open. "Dos Svidaniya."

"That means good bye." The Russian man declared as he closed the eye hole thing and Simmons looked at me while I leaned against the wall.

"Watch this."

He knocked on the door another time. The slider opens up again and Simmons flashes him some cash.

After a few words shared between the two, the man lets us in. I looked over at one of the table where the Russian Cosmonauts.

Simmons walked right over to their table, as I took a seat not to far from the table. "Dutch give me something tough." Simmons demanded as Dutch began to flip through the tiny sheets of his Russian dictionary.

"Uhm..Baryshnikov." Dutch replied as he looked confused with the wording.

"We do speak English." The one with the moustache stated. "Dutch you suck." Simmons stated as he sat down in the chair that was available.

"It's a Cyrillic alphabet. It's like all the..the buttons you never push on a calculator! I don't suck." He stated as he went over to the bar and sat down.

"Agent Seymour Simmons, Sector Eight, formerly Sector Seven. We know who your are. Cosmonauts."

"So what?" The bald one sneered at Simmons he sighed. "You were suppose to travel to the dark side of the moon. Then you all got shut down." He stated as he looked at the three Russians. "The question is..why?" He added on as he then filled himself a glass of booze.

Just as he poured himself a shot glass, the woman started to snap at the man with the moustache in Russian. The one with the moustache nodded at one of the other men from afar.

The one woman with the fur coat started to shout at the other woman at the bar where Dutch was trying to translate.

Just as the woman snapped again she pulled out a little pistol from her coat and pointed right at Simmons nose. They both jumped up from their seats. Other men ducked down.

The woman at the bar pointed a shotgun at Dutch, and I was pinned down on the seat I was sitting on.

I raised his hands above my head as I was held at gun point. "Ok, ok, alright, alright."

The woman with the fur coat began to snap at Simmons in Russian. "Good ahead and shoot me." He declared as she glared at him.

"I'm willing to die for my country are you?" Simmons asked her, clearing chill with the fact he was being held at gun point.

She snapped at him again. "Really? You are beautiful, has anyone ever told you you're beautiful? She's beautiful." Simmons rambled off and suddenly out of nowhere Dutch went psycho mode.

He snatched the shotgun from the woman's hands, flipping her over and smacking her face off the bar table.

Dutch fired at shot at the lamp from when he snatched the gun from the lady. He spun around at the bartender pumping the shotgun again, popping out the empty shell.

As he lowered to the ground the bartender also lowered to his knees. "Dutch back in the cage."

Dutch pulled out another gun from his jacket. "Whoa! Simmons control your boy please control your boy!" I snapped quickly from where I was kneeling on the ground.

"Dutch! Hold, Dutch, hold!" Simmons snapped as he had his arms raised above his head. "Dutch stop!" Simmons demanded as he then shouted out a demanded in some weird language.

In a few more seconds Dutch dropped the pistol and shotgun. He then looked at the Bartender. "I'm so sorry, that is the old me.."

"Ok, let's everybody just calm down. Let's lower the heat, lower the guns. Just relax. World War Two is over." Simmons declared as I waited for the gun who had me pinned down to ease off.

After a long pause everyone lowered their guns and everything was ok again. The two men guided Simmons, Dutch, and I to the back where I'm guessing they had all their information that they wanted to share with us.

"What you're about to see is one of the biggest Soviet secrets."

As we enter the room the one with the moustache pulled out papers and files from a black safe. "America first to man to the moon. But USSR first to send camera. In 1959, our Luna 3, take picture of the dark, shadow side. Sees nothing. But in 1963, Luna 4 sees.."

The bald one spoke to us interrupting the one with the moustache. "..strange rocks around the ship, hundreds of them." He exclaimed as we all nodded.

The bald one then shows me the pictures. "With some drag marks.." The one with the moustache mumbled as I looked at them. "I've seen these. These aren't rocks, those are pillars. Alien pillars, to build a space bridge, we know about them because of the autobots have five of these." I stated as the two men looked at me.

"The Decepticons must've raided the ship before Apollo 11 got there, they took the pillars and hide them." Simmons pointed out as I scrunched my brows.

"It's doesn't make sense, if the Decepticons have the ship, they have all those pillars why would they leave Sentinel when he's the only one that can use them?" I stated as I felt my stomach drop.

"Unless.." Simmons muttered which made me want to scream. "He's the one thing that they still need." I said as I eyed the cosmonauts and thanked them before we got out of the club.

"We gotta meet up with Sentinel, rendezvous with him and keep him safe." I stated as we get out of the bar and back to meet other Autobot's.

"Ok Bee, let's go find Sentinel." I said as we drive off.