In a map like view, we watch an airplane assumingly with Jasmine in it go over several states to Detroit.  Then our view shows a week passes following up back to the base Sumdac had found several years ago. The original Soundwave is temporally in a shut-down state where he is not active, though, he is still online technically. The Boom-box Cybertroninan is in a closet-like room. Sumdac has been busy trying to make some gear for Adam’s hands whenever the boy remembers everything. Despite being three in the building…they were not taking any chances. The endless possibility for his virus programming to be reactivated, along with Sumdac’s side projects completion, is countless. Apparently Adam was slowly beginning to remember from a file folder in his memory bank about his past and what Bumblebee didn’t know.

            “I almost have it done.” Sumdac said. “All I need you to do is take Adam out to the movies.”

            Bumblebee scowled.

            “The movies…You mean as the theater?” He folded both his arms on top of another. “Come on. You know I’m no-where near as that good-willing to take a techno-organic out to the movies. I despise movies made by them!” Last time he went there was to fetch a Techno-Organic Cathrine Gerine in Ohio, that didn’t turn out pretty well since he got his butt kicked.

            Sumdac pressed a button.                        

            “Yowch!” Bumblebee squeaked, his processor partially become fried by the electrical current. Others would generally be surprised how weak Bumblebee is to his own powers and weapon, like they say; Bumblebee has a collar around his neck since he was first awakened on Earth. His servos clench into fists.  “Fine, this is only time I WILL TAKE a foolish Organic to the movies. Next time make Beachswiper do it.”

            “Take him to see Pacific Rim.”

            Bumblebee’s helmet jerked; He could have cracked his neck in half from all the cables and wires keeping him together. “Pacific Rim?” He repeated. He heard of the movie from Adam days before he lost his memory. “He never has seen it. What kind of thing does this play in role with whatever you making to help him control that virus?”

Sumdac lightly laughs.      

        “Just take him to the movies; he’s been dying to see it.” He knew by the techy savvy attitude of the movie Adam likely would want to try out some new things Sumdac may have finished. Including the big gloves capable of restraining any electrician powers passing through, it is nearly done just needs to be given color and become activated. It takes a while for color to become permanent in a matter of one or two hours.

            Bumblebee reluctantly sighed. He despised doing something like this.

                   Six minutes later…

               Adam’s room…

      Adam’s room is entirely completed, having a another box-shaped wall with a techy door  in front of what could be the bathroom and one section of the bedroom being a basketball court while another half is like the gaming room.   In the basketball court section Adam is having fun with the other Sound-blasting prototypes Sumdac had created. “He shoots; the ball gets stuck in mid-air heading straight to the hoop—and he scores!”

            The three un-personified prototypes cheered, they had different helmet designs with no bandanna, and two had rounded shoulders while one has squared shoulders. Each has a unique design for their torso and other body parts. These prototypes share high-fives. Even with all this neat equipment in the base that had secret underground bases where torpedo missiles and launchers  were hooked to machinery, the solidness of the floor, and the more sophisticated added equipment down below this first ground floor  area seemed more complete prepared for battle or worse than above. The base resembled somewhat of the Autobot Base from Transformers Animated only a little demeaning and dark themed.  

            “Hey Bee,”

            Bumblebee hated the nickname more than ‘Partner’s by so many levels.

            “Do not call me Bee,” Bumblebee replied, his violent red optics flashed. “Not unless you want to be dead when I have this collar off.” The boy laughs, acting he is not scared of Bumblebee. The other prototypes go to the big room having mischievous intentions on practicing their aiming using the Arcade-like machines.  “I’m taking you to see Pacific Rim.”

            The boy’s eyes become large, as if Bumblebee had said a trigger word. Though, it looked like the word mattered to him more than anything else. “Really?”  The boy sounded almost dumbstruck. “They are finally showing it after the theatre being closed for no-reason?”

            Bumblebee had a strong part in the theatre being closed.  He is the hay in the haystack as others could call it when the most unlikely scenario is right in front of your nose the entire time.  The Autobot is a careful liar, expecially how he words things that are not true. The Theatre was recently re-opened after the ‘clear to go’ was given when they didn’t find any dangerous machines inside.  “It’s reopened,” Bumblebee flatly said. “And it’s completely free.”

            Actually it’s not free. Adam’s face became bright, actually really bright in a way demonstrating his happiness. “This so makes up for being cooped on a bed all day!” He hugged Bumblebee’s arm, who tried shaking him off. Even with a Techno-Organic as his ‘partner’ without all memory why he’s with them in the first place is clearly frustrating, because Bumblebee can kill him right now, if he didn’t have the collar on. “Cool! This is exilerating!”

            Bumblebee is clearly agitated.

 “How old are you again?”

“Eight.”

Bumblebee looks at Adam. His entire life was gone. He couldn’t believe what he had learned. “…Adam, if you are eight years old mentally, then you are not capable of watching Pacific Rim!”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Bumblebee reclined his helm up at the ceiling, pinching it at the forehead. The Transformer sighs. Remembering what Adam himself told him prior to the boy leaving the base and winding up losing his memory quite massively. So much this boy wasn’t even a teenager anymore. By regaining his memories his mental age would increase to what he had been before. Before he did bring him to the movies this boy must remember one thing and one thing only. So the Autobot brought himself down to Adam’s eye level.

“Rememeber your foot.”

The boy raised an eyebrow.

“My foot?”

“The one that glowed orange, the bicycle ride accident, I want you to remember what catastrophy lead you here. Adam Henderson, you are seventeen years old, too long for an organic in my opinion.” He made the number seventeen using his digits. “A very long time ago…Your dad came into contact with someone who knew about Sari’s existence, who told this girl…who gave her a Birthday present after threatening Sumdac…and became our most hated enemy stellar cycles later.”
            He saw a red, pinkish glow in Adam still green eye. “Who was he?” Adam saw things he forgotten; the memories that hadn’t been tampered by Ratchet were becoming permanent into his memory bank. “….I remember…I forced it to come out.” Bumblebee could tell this may as well take half an hour for him to remember what is required for Adam’s mental age to be increased. Bumblebee’s servo is clouded in some extra surface black armor that covers his entire right hand being smooth and cozy like, when he grabbed Adam he didn’t budge. He just ended up napping.  Wish this was made last stellar cycle. Bumblebee noted.

            He arrived to the theater without any more problems, just the occasional words he didn’t think Adam would ever say. Words that were written in Cybertronian and tucked away on the first and real Cybertron currently under the Decepticon rule, even the referencing to Ultra Magnus. Their dead leader. Bumblebee parked near to the front door to the theatre.

            “Bumblebee…” Adam started, sounding as if he is being cautious like he remembered something potential bad for them and himself. You never know what could bite you after believing you won’t be bothered by it in the later future. When in reality, you were wrong.

            “What?”

            Bumblebee’s passenger door opens.

            The street isn’t busy as it seemed to be. Adam’s eyes glowed. As if the thought he had in mind like a rabbit being chased by a coyote only to fail by hitting the sand when the rabbit has disappeared.

            “…Nevermind.” He shook his head, getting out of the car. “Thought, I saw something from the corner of my eye.” He raised his left eyebrow at the vehicle. “It’s free, right?”

            “Right.”

            So far, so good.  Bumblebee saw a figure hiding out in the alley. Waiting to attack the building b the inside whenever Adam went in and result in his likely death. He hesitated at the door, His eyes trained at the entrance being completely wide open as the doors are to his side. I’ve been here before…Yet it feels so long ago. Like years. It’s not been that long…Just awhile. He reassured himself, unaware Bumblebee had slipped into the alley within his vehicle mode.

            “Stay out of my way!”

            “No, I won’t.” Without any hesitation, he takes out stasis cuffs and pins the Decepticon to the ground. The untarnished red symbol spiked at the Autobot’s purple insignia.  “I do not know who you are or what you’re abominable beef over Adam is, you better lay off. He’s part of a life-time deal you won’t ever understand. If you kill him, you are fair game to Sumdac!” He sneered at The Decepticon Techno-Organic, who sounded like a girl.

            “I don’t give a rat behind about your business.” She growled. “I want to make him pay.” Adam goes into the theater. The Previewers were already going on and so was the time for the Pacific Rim remake supposedly being shown.

            Bumblebee snickered.
            “You would care, once your own freedom of control is taken away.” He noticed what appears to be a retracted version of Prowl’s sword attached to her arm. How could it have been possible? He was dead. He could have seen a zombie fighting Beachswiper, although all Autobots have a strong theory that ghosts are just myth as humans are to overcome them. “And this is your only warning. Because if you touch him…. without those gloves on, you are dead meats.” He snapped his digits. Bumblebee stood up. “Find a different way of getting revenge.” He spat at her, disgusted by a vengeful Decepticon wanting to risk her life.

            “You—“

            Z-Z-Z-Z-ZAP

            The Techno-Organic was rendered unconscious.  Bumblebee did not have anything against this Techno-Organic, yet. He looks back over his shoulder recalling something that could have been forgotten by anyone who didn’t see what significance it held to him.

             The two Decepticons and Techno-Organic were gone. Prowl punched the bark of a tree, very ticked off. They had failed in getting the Techno-Organic. Who did not have the best memory. “We failed!” The Ninja-Bot scowled. His servos were in large fists.

            “At least the Spy Spider will work.” Bumblebee piped up. “She will come right to us in no time…if that doesn’t happen. There’s always the memory-overloading programming.”

            Prowl stood upright.

            “That will not work, Bee.”    

            “How can you be so sure?” Bumblebee turns around, sneering in his comment without fail.  He did not want to see their failure staring right at him, Bumblebee apparently wanting to go back to the base. “As far as we know, her useful-techno brother might not be needed for this. Remember, he hasn’t seen her in stellar cycles.”

            Prowl’s crimson red visor could have been daggers, if not for the collar.  “Decepticons are always ten steps ahead of us!”

            Present Day Bumblebee glanced back to the Techno-Organic. “This time, I’m one step ahead of you.” He picked up the girl by her foot, and then he dropped her into a dumpster lining up to the alley. He takes out a disinfectant. Then, he proceeds spraying it all over his servos. The Autobot returned to his vehicle mode and drove outside parking nearby the theatre as humans are seen going inside. I hope he remembers more by the movie, increasing his mental age higher than an energetic child. Wait, If we got her…and she was that energetic…A thought ran across his processor. She would have not lived to see the next day. The Autobot realized.

            Bumblebee waited for two hours and eleven minutes. Adam came out the theatre looking quite stunned and incapable of going in the right direction to Bumblebee’s parking spot. He  is dazed. People who were passing by the boy did not bother asking him what’s wrong. Bumblebee turns on his hologram (Who looked as an adult for the most part) and drove right near the sidewalk. “Had a massive stroke or something?” The Autobot’s annoying voice asks, similar to Transformers Animated Starscream just with a touch of Bumblebee’s mechanical voice.

            His passenger door opened. The boy seemed too…stunned and shocked to process what he could say. Adam gets into the vehicle, his eyes blinking simultaneously. He rubbed his eyes when the car door shut.  By Bumblebee’s experience with human’s in Detroit this boy has adrenaline still running through his body.  “That was…” Adam  did not seem ‘adamish’ as in; A boy who could just ramble about almost everything especially when it came to zombies and video games, who even seemed more relaxed than anyone he ever met.  Most people could say Bumblebee was expecting Adam to be jibber-jabbering about the movie itself or pretty much criticize it. “Confusing.”

            Adam leans back in his seat. Another indicator he didn’t like it. Not the way he expected it to be.

            “How so?” Bumblebee sarcastically asked, driving away from the theatre.

            Adam looks to the hologram.

            “Rule number one; if you are expecting sequels for some movie or book, you better write them out before you really and officially decide it’s a series. In other words, this movie sucked!” He threw his arms in the air. “Confusing names; I mean they could have given some unique names such as Micheal, Brianna, Michelle, Jackie, John, Brice, Ash, Alex,Bruce….” He listed on. “Noooo, they made it confusing as possible. I have seen a few of the other remakes that were better than this one, jeez, it’s like they were anticipating the previous viewers to be sleeping the entire time. The whole heard of beasts from the other portal coming out randomly when they didn’t have these giant robot machines copied yet and destroying nearly all of California! They were using things that hadn’t been introduced yet into the comic book series, going in all various directions!”

            Now, that is the Adam he knew.

            “Giant robot machines?”  That sounded just like his species; Cybertronians.

            Adam shakes his head.

         “No, as in man-made. They were controlled by two people in each machine, at least I think so because whatever happened to their machine it also affected the humans physically, like a…umm…”

Every Cybertronian knew this definition, but, they often caught it between two words that sounded so much alike. “Spark Mates.”  Adam snaps his fingers after Bumblebee said it.  Spark-Mates and Bond-Mates were these two colliding often conflicting in definitions.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Adam saw the disinfectant in the back seat. He turns himself back. “So…who was hiding?”

            Bumblebee really did not get her name.

            “A female Decepticon; who wanted to kill you in that theater don’t know why. But she had Prowl’s sword attached to her little arm. Generally, swords do not attach on Techno-Organics.” Adam chuckled imagining what Bumblebee could have used the disinfectant can for. “I dropped the bear into the dumpster.”

            Adam laughs, apparently amused by how the Autobot refers to Decepticons and Techno-Organic. “Hahaha, The dumpster!” So this meant Adam didn’t know one Flagster survived the slaughter of her family. Her entire family.  Sumdac’s inventions were working, so was his plan thanks to Beachswiper’s cooperation rebuilding his entirely vast empire by getting rid of people who could have tried defying him and his attempts. It’s going very slowly taking over Washington DC under everyone’s very noses. They were unaware.

::Sumdac to Bumblebee, I have the gloves done.::

            ::Phew.:         

            :: Just watch if somebody is following you..I do not want anyone to find out::

            Bumblebee rolled his optics.

            :: All right::

            The transmission ended with Bumblebee grumbling about Sumdac. He did not see why Sumdac could be so worried over people following them. They would be dead if following him. It’s a suicide mission at best. The camera’s view drifts away from the vehicle to the Dumpster several miles away. A tall transformer is seen standing in front, opening the lid wide open.

            A groan is heard.

            “I told you, Jasmine,  you could get yourself offlined.”

            Two light blue eyes snapped open, followed by a head coming out with junk all over her head. She seemed furious. “I joined the Decepticons so I can revenge my family In the name of justice, not be held back by you, Shadowstrike!” The Camera switches to this transformer who is rubbing his forehead. He generally has two wheels seen sticking out from his back, long-wide shoulder armor like Blurr, a wide chest area for his expecially big vehicle mode.

            He shook his head.

            “Jasmine, when Megatron said ‘good’ he meant as in not doing something reckless right away!” Shadowstrike’s voice sounded like he is in his mid-thirities. “Autobots do not spare Techno-Organics.”   He takes a step back from the dumpster letting Jasmine hop out. “You were lucky it was Bumblebee.”

            Jasmine stuck her tongue out at him.“You aren’t my guardian—“

            “I am your assigned partner, making sure you do not get in over your head.” He made a circles beside his helmet preferably referring to something else than what anyone could have expected.  He may be very annoying and rude to others, yet this Decepticon knew what was right to do.