Arcee's p.o.v

"What would you like to drink?" To me it sounded like the hundredth time I had asked that today. The guy looked at me with a smile, "sweet tea please." I nodded and wrote that down. "Be right back." I sighed then rolled my eyes as I turned on my heel to the kitchen. With the attitude I usually have at the end of the day I usually don't get any tips. My apron was bugging me and my brown hair was getting all over me. It had grown out to my waist since everything had happened. It was curled at the end to. My eyes were still blue with their hints of purple. I had straight white teeth. I wore a plain grey shirt with a pocket on the side and normal jeans that covered my converse. I had my hair in a messy bun behind my head but had most of it down. "Hey There Ace how you doin?" I looked to see our cook. He was real skinny and skittish. Shy when girls came in. "Doing good Thomas!" I smiled and got a glass for sweet tea. "Hey, you're shift is over." He announced. I looked at the clock, "alright. Just let me give them man his sweet tea and I'll let Regina take over." I brought the sweet tea back and gave him a straw. "I'm off my shift but Regina will be taking over." The man nodded his thanks and I went back to the kitchen and clocked out. I took off my apron and walked out the back door. I took my keys from my pocket then walked to my bike. I kept Agent Fowler's vehicle for me. The cons actually sent it with me.
     I hopped on with my helmet on my head. "Let's go home." I muttered starting up the bike. I went home when the sun was setting. My house was small. Just for me.

   Bumblebee's p.o.v

     "GET DOWN!" I ran and jumped over the giant rock in my way. A bomb fired off and my helmet vibrated on my head. I breathed heavily. My hair was shaggy. Just like when I had first been turned human. It was shaved at first when I came here but now there was no point in doing it. Silence was filled in after the bomb went off. My breathing hitched a bit. I heard a twig snap. I pulled my gun closer to me and made sure it was loaded. Ready to fire. I heard someone get closer. I shot up and aimed the gun, I was about to fire when I was tackled from the side. I dropped my gun and fought. My boots kicked the ground at roots of a tree. "Stupid American!" I fought then his face was shone. He was burly. Mean. I glared. There were two men. I kicked the guy off me, he was down on the ground when I jumped up and grabbed the barrel of the other mans gun and jerked it up. He fired and birds scattered from two dead trees. I punched the man in the face as he was knocked unconscious. I turned just in time to do the same to the other.
     Pain sored through my leg. I looked at it to see blood soaking my pant leg. I saw a tear. I looked through to see a scratch. It was deep. "Need to stop the bleeding." I looked around and my blue eyes landed on a med kit by the mans waist band. I took it and saw a white bandage. "Crap." I whispered. I shook off my boot quickly and pulled up my pant leg and hurriedly wrapped gaze over it. I tore it and put it in my pocket. I put my helmet back on along with my boot as I pulled my pant leg down over it. I left them. I walked away. More ammo and a new handgun. I have been human so long I learned how to talk with my hurt vocal cords. I couldn't talk a lot though and my voice was always hoarse or scratchy.

I walked for what seemed forever. Night had fallen. The only thing that let me see was fire. Fire from different places. I looked around a bit before I kept moving. I didn't see anyone. Were they all gone? I groaned. I just wanted sleep. But here that was barely a thing. Then that's when I saw it. It was one of my men! I walked over to him. He was walking, tiptoeing, to the other end of the woods. His gun drawn for safety. "Excuse me! Sir, I'm an American!" The guy whipped around his gun aimed in my direction. "What's you're name son?" He was an older man by the sound of it. "My name is...Bumblebee." The man rose a brow. "Is that right?" I nodded. "Show me you're patch!" I turned to show him on my shoulder the American flag. "Alright, come here then boy!" I nodded and walked over. Making sure to not make a lot of noise. I could see him a lot better now. "Why does you're voice sound so scratchy?" I wanted to give him the full answer, "my vocal cords were damaged during a different war." He rose a brow again, "how old are ya?" I shrugged, "eighteen now." He sighed, "well my name is Buck." I nodded and shook his hand. "Nice to know." He lead the way into the woods. "I might just call ya Bumbler. How bout that? Let's get a place for the night." I followed him.

WheelJacks p.o.v

There it was. That darn deer I've been tracking for a good hour. I jumped over a fallen tree with a smirk. I took out my katana and poked it. "Thank Primus." I muttered as I put my katana away. And hoisted the deer over my shoulders. I carried it to my cabin. I dropped it on the kitchen floor. "Alright, let's get ta cuttin." I smirked, my toothpick moving to the crook of my mouth. I skinned it and threw it all in the trash. I cut it and put it in ziplock bags and stuffed it in the freezer. "Good for breakfast!" I yawned then threw my knife in the sink and threw the rest of the deer outside. "Here ya dumb animals!" I slammed the door. I kick back in my chair and looked out the window. "I need to get a move on." I told myself. I sighed and let sleep devour me.

Optimus' p.o.v

"Agent John." I turned around to face my fellow worker. "Hello Agent Phil." He nodded. "We have another case. One victim so far. This one is different though." The last sentence made me raise a brow. "There was a message left on her." I followed him to the main room. "Here are the images." I was given photographs. There it was, my first sign to finding my family. The message read: Optimus Prime. I sighed. "Let's find out what it means. Messages left on the bodies must mean something wanted or something they have a connection with." I had to tell him something profiler worthy. "Thank you Agent John." I nodded. He walked off with the given information. "I'm finding you." I whispered.

   Ratchet's p.o.v

     "Open wide." I stated. The little boy smiled and opened wide. "Looks all good to me." He smiled wider his freckles spreading across his face. "Good to go." His mother smiled and said her thanks while taking his hand and walking out. I took off my gloves and threw them in the waste basket. "Doctor Rick." I saw Bridget at my door. "Yes?" She smiled warmly  and handed me a clipboard. "It's you're patients for next week sir." I smiled, "thank you." She nodded as she turned and walked away. "Let's see who's up." I went down the line and my eyes landed on one patient I haven't seen before. "Who's this," I thought out loud. Sam. It was just Sam though. I huffed. "Must be new." I shook my head. I typed him into my computer system. "Well, shifts over!" I grumbled as I grabbed my coat and went to the front desk. I went behind it and clocked out. "Goodbye Rick." I waved behind me to Judy. "Bye." She smiled. I walked out and opened my car. I left my ambulance here. I had to get a different one. It was just a Jeep though. I got in and started it driving to my house to watch the late night news. I need to find my team.

   Smokescreens p.o.v

     "Stupid." I muttered under my breath as I drove my car home. My shoulder was in pain. I pulled it trying to put a new tire on it last night and Bill made me go and get an appointment at the doctors office. We were in Idaho now though. So I had to go to a new place. I didn't like going to the doctors with someone I didn't know. Bill said it would be alright though. Bill was my buddy who also drove in races. We traveled together the whole time. He was about two years older than me but I didn't mind. I yawned as my eyelids felt heavier. "Oh how I miss you bed!" I cried and looked at the road. Stars bright and the moon. "Let's see what's on the radio." I started to go through, flipping channels until someone was talking about WWIII. I stopped on it, curious. :.:Missing. A couple soldiers from our country were not received on the plain but yet we are still advancing. This is it folks I believe we are close to this being over. We're coming out on top. All we can do is pray for those brave men and women out there fighting for our freedom and our lives. Amen:.: I could only turn it off. "It just needs to be over. I already have enough wars going around." The dead night had no noise. Only the sound of my engine and tires moving against road.