As we drove down the highway Leo started talking to Sam and Mikaela, seeing as I knew all of this.

"This guy, Robo-Warrior? Everything about anything alien, he's supposed to know. One time we revenge-hacked his site and maybe, I saw some of your... uh... alien drawings or whatever."

We continue to drive until we came to the deli that Simmons worked at.

"This is it. Yep. Deli. Good front! All right, wait here. I'll give you the go no-go. All right?" Leo told us as he walked inside.

Sam and Mikeala looked at me for guidance. "Are we really waiting for him?" Mikaela asked. I shook my head before walking towards Bee.

"Bee! Pop the trunk?" I asked him. Once he popped the trunk I got the box that held Wheelie out. "Wheelie. Please be quiet for a little bit longer? I promise we'll let you out if you be quiet...." I told him.

There was a pause before he spoke. "I don't know how you know my name, but fine!" I smiled before closing the trunk and walking towards the deli.

"Thanks Bee!" I called to him before entering.

As we entered and Leo saw us he pointed towards Simmons and yelled out. "Robo-Warrior. It's him! It's him! That's the guy right there! That's him!"

"No." Simmons whispered when he saw us.

"You've got to be kidding me." Sam said while putting his hood down.

"All right, meat store's closed! Everybody out!" Simmons started shooing everyone out of the store.

"When he says to go, you go." I heard his mom say from the back.

"Out! Right now. That means you, lady, right now." Simmons told a woman that just stood there staring.

"Wait a minute. You know this guy?" Leo asked.

"No! Simmons just closed the store because we're regulars and he wants to give us special treatment." I rolled my eyes.

"We're old friends." Sam said anyway.

"Old friends? You're the case that shut down Sector Seven, got the kibosh disbanded. No more security clearance, no retirement, no nothing. All 'cause of you and your little criminal girlfriend. Look at her now, so mature. And you, I never got your name." He told me.

"Ellie Jackson." I introduced.

"Moron! Where's the whitefish?" Simmons mom told a guy, I think is name is Yakov or something.

"Hey! Don't touch me with the pig." The guy told another employer.

"Yakov!" Yes! I remembered.

"What?"

"You don't get Christmas bonuses standing around! You want those new teeth you saw on Sky Mall?" Simmons asked him.

"It's my dream." Yakov beat the meat he had on the counter as he answered.

"Help her out."

"You live with your mama?" Mikaela asked.

"No, my mama lives with me. It's a big difference. They've got your face all over the news, alien boy." I wondered why they didn't have me up there....oh well.

"Yeah, I know." Sam said while looking at the TV on the wall.

"And N.B.E.-one. Still kicking, huh? How did that happen? Don't answer. I don't know what you're hiding, but I don't want anything to do with it. So, good-bye. You never saw me. I got bagels to smear. Vanish." I laughed because that always got me. 'Vanish!' Simmons started to walk away.

"Can you give me five seconds? Look, hold on, I need your help." Sam chased after him.

"Reaaaally? You need my help?" Simmons asked with unnecessary long words.

Sam took his hat off. "I need... Look, I am slowly losing my mind. Okay. I had a little crab-bot plunge a device deep into the soft tissues of my brain and started projecting little alien symbols like a freaking home movie! And on top of that, I'm a wanted fugitive. So, you think you got it rough?" Sam said frustrated.

"You said it projected images off your brain?" Simmons asked unblinkingly.

"Right."

"Meat locker, now!" Simmons ordered us.

"What's going on?!" I heard Wheelie as we began walking fast toward the back of the store.

"Please, Wheelie, be quiet for a bit longer." I didn't hear anything afterward.

"Dead pigs." Sam stated as we passed them.

"No! Really? I didn't see them." I told Sam. He rolled his eyes at me which I smiled at.

"Yuck." Mikaela said trying not to touch them.

"What you're about to see is top secret... Do not tell my mother." Simmons told us before opening the cellar door.

"Swine flu. Not good." Sam said as it opened.

"Now you know. Next time you eat a goat or a pig, there's a story behind it. Saaad little story." Simmons told us as he climbed down the ladder.

Once we entered I watched Leo walk towards Frenzy's head. "Leo, don't touch Frenzy." I told him. Everyone stopped and stared at me.

"What?"

"That thing had a name?" Simmons asked me.

I glared at him "Of course he had a name!" I hissed at him, I know Frenzy was a Decepticon but he was still a living being.

"Just look for your files." I hissed at him.

"Okay, files, files. We're talking about symbols. Okay, Cube-brain. Any of these look like the symbols you saw?" He dug around before showing Sam a paper.

"Where did you get these?" Sam stared wide eyed at it.

Simmons started climbing file cabinets. "Before I got fired, I poached S-7's crown jewel, over seventy five years of alien research, which points to one inescapable fact. The Transformers, they've been here a long, long time. How do I know? Archaeologists found these unexplained markings in ancient ruins all over the world. China. Egypt. Greece. Shot in 1932. These the symbols you're seeing in your head?" He laid down pictures and ran a projector showing more videos of different places.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"Same ones over here, right? So, tell me, how did they end up all drawing the same things? Aliens. And I think some of them stayed. Check this out. Project: Black Knife. Robots. In disguise. Hiding here all along. We detected radioactive signatures all across the country. I pleaded. On my knees with S-7 to investigate it, but they said the readings were infinitesimal, that I... was... obsessed! Me. Can you imagine that?" He was showing us pictures of different vehicles.

"Nope." I popped the 'p'.

"Megatron said that there was another Energon source here." Sam told him.

"On Earth." No, Pluto.

"On Earth."

"Another source?" Simmons, keep up.

"Okay? And that these symbols, the maps in my head, would lead him there."

"You talked to your Autobot friends about this?" Simmons asked.

"No, no, no, the source is before them. Whatever the Energon source is, it predates them. It's before them." Sam informs him.

"So it comes before them." Simmons thought aloud.

"Correct."

"Well, then we're porked, unless we can talk to a Decepticon. I mean, I'm not on speaking terms with them."

I smiled and looked at Mikaela. "We are." We said together.

"This is going to be a little bit sad." I say before setting the box I held into the table.

"Open it." Sam says.

"Wheelie, please cooperate." I told him.

When Mikaela opened the box Wheelie came jumping out.

Sam jumped back while Leo just plain out screamed.

"I will have so many Decepticons on your butt!" He yelled. Or don't.

"Hey, behave!" Where the hell did she get a flame torch?

"Easy!" Wheelie cautioned her.

"What is it, a Decepticon?" Guess who asked that! I face palmed.

"No! It's a puppy!" Sarcasm dominant in my tone.

"Yeah." Mikaela answered.

"And you're training him?"

"I'm trying to."

"I spent my whole adult life combing the planet for aliens..." Simmons trails off amazed.

"Got to get me off this leash." Wheelie starts chewing on the chain.

"...and you're carrying around one in your purse like a little chihuahua." Oh. No. He. Didn't.

"Huh? Do you want a throwdown, you pubic 'fro-head?" I laughed at Simmons, that always got me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about your eye, you know, but, if you're a good boy-" Mikaela says in a baby voice.

"Uh-huh? Uh-huh?" Wheelie says.

"-then I'm not gonna torch your other eye. Okay? I'm not gonna torch it. Just tell me what these symbols are. Please." She asks him.

Wheelie kneels down to get a better look. Sam moves closer as he gets back up. "All right. Uh. Oh, I know that. That's the language of the Primes. I don't read it, but these guys... where the frick did you find photos of these guys?"

"Is this them?" Sam asks him.

"Yeah. Seekers, pal. Oldest of the old. They've been here thousands of years, looking for something. I don't know what. Nobody tells me nothing, but they'll translate those symbols for you. And I know where to find them." Wheelie tells us.

"Show us." Simmons commands.

Wheelie points lasers at a map with his uninjured optic.

"Closest one's in Washington." Simmons announces.