It is just any other day for me, patrolling the sky's, when I saw it. It is a military Jet, but unmarked. A VTOL exactly like the one I am flying now. So of course, I have to follow it. It is fast, dark blue and the cockpit is gold. I can barely keep up with it. Whoever is piloting it is very good. I am still a rookie, so for me to keep up is a challenge. He flies with elegance. Absolutely breath taking. He is messing with me, doing beautiful tricks in the air and around me, but just like he came he is gone. I have no idea where he went or how he took off so fast. I pout my lip a little, hoping I will catch a glance of him. Unfortunately, I don't get that chance. "Lieutenant Jane, you haven't reported in yet. Everything okay?" I hear dispatch say over the radio. "Jane here, I'm good. Finishing up my rounds now." I radio back. With that I turn my jet around and fly back towards base. I still keep an eye out for that jet.

Base is coming into view, it is time to land. Landing isn't a specialty of mine, I'm still learning. So far since I've been stationed here, I've had four good, really good, landings. I have not crashed, I've never crashed, just had rocky landings. The guys with more experience tell me it will get easier. I believe them, I've wanted to be a pilot ever since I was little. My father and grandfather were both pilots in the Air Force. It was time for me to walk in their footsteps. Especially since I have no brothers and there is no way my sister is going to fly. She doesn't even like heights.

I start to begin my decent to the ground. The runway now in view. I let my body relax, shoulders shrugging slightly, hands holding loosely on the steering wheel. I let down the landing gear. I get closer to the ground and do a vertical landing. Landing smoothly on the pavement underneath. A much better landing than what I usually do. The air pressure in the cabin releases with a hiss and the cockpit opens for me.

I climb out, my helmet under my arm, and jump off the wing to the ground. It is a pretty far jump, but I've been doing it since I can remember, it doesn't bother me anymore.

"Lieutenant, how was your flight?" Airman First Class Drake asks as I walk off the air field.

He came up next to me and starts to walk back with me. He is one of the soldiers I met when I first got here. We became fast friends. I'm pretty sure there was more than meets the eye, but officers and enlisted were forbidden to date.

"Went really well. You'll never guess what I saw while on patrol." My voice goes up an octave as I got more excited to tell my story.

"I have no idea, what could you possible not see up in the air." He chuckles.

"Ha ha. No, I saw unidentified jet. Just like ours. It was blue and gold. Absolutely amazing. The pilot could fly. I mean really fly. It was like he was the jet. I think I'm in love." I give a drawn-out sigh.

Drake just looks at me like I am crazy.

"Only you would fall in love with a plane. But shouldn't we report it?" I gave him a pouty face.

If I tell someone about it, they might find the person and take their piloting license away. Or take him away. Or something. I would never be able to meet him or her.

"Yeah, we probably should, but let me see if I see him again first. I really want to fly with him again." He rolls his eyes at me, making me giggle.

*third pov*

Unfortunately for the Lieutenant, someone was listening on her story. He is an Agent from the pentagon, sent there for a secret assignment. Though everyone at that base was chosen specifically to be there, none of them knew it yet and they wouldn't know about it if they didn't have to. He wore a gray suit and blue tie and was a little on the heavy side. He gave a silent gasp after hearing what the rookie had said and quickly went to his jet to make his way across the plains to a secret base that only he and his superiors knew about. Only he is the only one that goes there.

Quickly buckling up, he takes off without another word.

He landed his jet on the mountain. One that used to be an old missile silo, only now it was converted into a secret base. The agent makes his way down the elevator. The doors open to a wide-open space, deep underneath the mountain. He stands on a platform overlooking the area. To his right, working on a large-scale computer, is a giant orange and white robot. The robot only looks over for a second acknowledging the Agent.

"Ratchet. Where's Prime?" The Agent bellows.

Before the orange and white robot called Ratchet can answer.

"Right here, Agent Fowler. What do we owe the pleasure?" The deep baritone voice of the much larger red and blue robot came walking from an adjacent hallway, stopping in front of the platform.

"We may have a problem." The man put his hands on his hips.

"And that may be?" Optimus ask, urging him to continue.

"One of my pilots, may have seen Dreadwing. I overheard her talking about it with one of the soldiers at my base. She described a blue and gold jet, seeming to fly so well it's as if the pilot was the jet."

The Prime looks away for moment in thought. "She didn't see him transform. I don't see why we need to be worried."

"She hopes to see him again. What if he's battling Wheeljack again or he decides to try and shoot her down?" He expresses worriedly.

"I can have one of Autobots keep an eye on her when she flies, but I don't want to make our presents known unless we have to."

Fowler gives him a nod and begins walking back to the elevator. "I will let you know the next time she flies."

Prime nods in return and watches as the agent went back up the elevator.

After the Fowler left up the elevator, Prime looks over to Ratchet as Ratchet begins to speak.

"How are we going to watch over her if none of us are flyers?" The worried bot questions.

"She will have a patrol route she will have to follow. We will set Arcee and Bumblebee at different points to watch out." The large Prime explains.

"What will Arcee and Bumblebee do?"

Walking in on the conversation is a much smaller bot, blue and pink, showing feminine features, a bot a few feet taller than her, yellow and black, wearing his battle mask over his face, and a larger bulker army green bot.

"We have just received word that one of the pilots that works under Agent Fowler, had contact with Dreadwing. No physical or talking contact. She was flying and happened to see him flying away from the battle between him and Wheeljack. She is hoping to see him again when she goes on patrol again. You and Bumblebee will be placed along her patrol route and will keep her in your sights, just in case Dreadwing does show up, you two will help if needed." He explains to the two bots who gave him a nod of confirmation.

*Janes POV*

I spent the night doing laundry and playing cards with the boys. Card games were every night thing, unless one of us had duty. Then you just played without that person. They have been doing this since before I even got here, and it is a fantastic way to wind down after a long day. Though tonight, my mind isn't focused on the game. I couldn't stop it from wondering back to my flight today. The jet was flawless as far as I could tell. The deep royal blue was as beautiful as the ocean. The gold cockpit shined against the slowly setting sun. It was as if someone painted the scene in front of me. It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. If I could paint it I would, but I can't paint for shit. The boys notice me zoning out, how do I know, someone just threw an empty soda can at me.

"Hey!" I yell, glaring at each one of them.

They all bust out in laughter.

"What!" I yell again.

Drake just shook his head at me.

"Dreaming about that jet again." He chuckles.

I push my bottom lip out in a pout, lowering my head before I answer. "Maybe".

"You might want to wipe that drool off the corner of your mouth." One of the other guys, Detroit, jokes.

I brought my hand up to wipe my mouth, but there wasn't anything there to wipe.

"Asshole." Chucking the empty soda can back at him.

It is about midnight when we all decide to go to bed. I decide to take a quick walk outside the barracks for some fresh air. I hate the desert and being down in the canons like this, but at night it is peaceful, and you can see the stars. That's what I like the most about being out here. I love the stars. I always have. I always hope one day I can be out in the stars. Flying is about as close as I can get right now, and I am alright with that. Though I always wonder what could be out in space. If we aren't the only ones in this universe. I swear the jet I saw earlier was something out of this world. He flew with such grace and poise. He was beautiful. What am I talking about? The jet isn't a person. The jet is a jet. The guy inside that was flying the beautiful jet. I hope one day I get to see who was flying it. Actually, I hope I just get to see it again.