*I don't own Transformers or anything affiliated with Transformers. I only own my original characters and plots. All rights go to Michael Bay and Steven Spielberg.*

Sitting in the car for long periods of time was always something I despised, but at the moment I was feeling exceptionally relaxed. The car we were riding in was absolutely amazing. It was like a convertible, but it wasn't. It was one of those things that I couldn't exactly describe at the moment. All I knew was that I wanted one. It had done an excellent job of taking the edge off of this whole Decepticon ordeal. I was just waiting for the day they all cease to exist. That will be the happiest day of my life. I was truly sick of dealing with them, but I was a lot more relaxed now that I knew Sam and I weren't their main targets anymore. That part was still a mystery to us all and hopefully this trip could solve it for us.

The only thing I knew about this trip was the fact that we were hunting a couple of Russian cosmonauts. Brains managed to track them down city wise, so with Dutch's help, we were able to pinpoint their exact location and that was where we were headed at the moment.

"Going through a gig on the hunt for two Russian cosmonauts. Nothing like driving in a Maybach. The Germans know how to make cars, let me tell you," Simmons said from the front seat. He, along with Dutch, were in the front, while Sam and I sat in the back. I was way too relaxed at the moment.

"How much was this car? I want it," I spoke.

Sam chuckled.

"Too much for you," Simmons baited.

I scoffed. "Try me. I make at lease twenty-four thousand dollars a month. It can't be that much, can it?"

"Four-hundred thousand dollars, Lea," he laughed. My eyes widened. I barely made half of that in a year.

"Would you like to buy me one, mister rich boy? Or you could buy me a truck. Either one works," I suggested.

"Don't you have a Mercedes, little girl?"

"Yeah. I could have a Camaro, a Corvette, or even two Camaros, but it still doesn't change the fact that trucks will always be my favorite. I love my car, but I would much rather have a truck. Ironhide is the only reason I didn't get one. Sometimes he can be pretty stupid for an advanced alien robot," I chuckled.

"I'll see to it," Simmons said.

I smiled. "You better."

I sat up as the car came to a stop. I fixed my windswept hair and looked to see that we were parked across the street from some type of secluded club. It didn't take long for Simmons or Dutch to whip out the technology. Sam and I just sat and watched them do their thing.

"The flying Dutchman. Former SNA, cyber sleuth extraordinaire tracked them down here. These cosmonauts went into hiding. Why?" Simmons mumbled to himself.

"Bingo, we've got a match," Dutch exclaimed. I turned to see three people walking into the building. It was a woman and two men who I assumed to be the cosmonauts in hiding.

"You're a German Shepard, Dutch," Simmons praised.

"So what do we do now?" I asked as I got out of the car with Simmons and the rest of them. Simmons walked over to the open trunk and opened up a silver case which held several different weapons inside it. He grabbed a pistol and loaded it before shoving it into his jacket pocket.

"Well, the thing about Russians is that they never like to talk. It's going to take a little bit of the international language to get them to speak," he told me as he pulled out another pistol and handed it to me.

I took it and raised my brow. "Why are you giving me this?"

"Just take it, Miss Hotshot," he smirked.

I frowned. "I have nowhere to put it though."

He reached back into the trunk and took out a small leather jacket. "Put this on. There's a pocket for your gun inside it," he told me.

I groaned and laid my gun down before taking off my denim jacket. Very quickly, I pulled on the leather jacket and stuck my gun inside its designated pocket. Seconds later, I was being pushed towards the building entrance with Simmons and Dutch. They pushed the door open and the four of us walked into a dark room. I could already tell by the looks of this building that I wasn't going to like whatever situation we ended up in.

"Don't you dare leave my side," I instructed Sam.

He just nodded and Simmons walked up to the door. He knocked and the next thing I knew, there was a pair of eyes in front of my face.

"Do svidaniya," Simmons greeted the pair of eyes.

"That means good bye," the voice behind the door said.

He slammed the small latch shut and Simmons reached into his pocket to take out a wad of money. He turned to us and whispered before knocking once more. The eyes appeared again, but before the voice behind them had the chance to speak, Simmons held up the wad of cash to him and a hand reached through the small opening to take it. It wasn't long before the metal door opened, granting us the permission we needed to come inside.

The smell of cigar smoke and liquor burned my nostrils and I almost wanted to gag at how awful the smell was. The sound of foreign music playing also managed to anger me as well, but that probably had to do with the fact that I couldn't understand a damn word that was being sung. Dozens of different people, men and women alike, were scattered throughout the medium-sized building, as well as the ex-cosmonauts we had spotted outside barely even five minutes ago. The three of them sat in a booth at the far end of the building. Simmons and Dutch walked over to their table while Sam and I stayed a few feet behind to observe. I needed to be ready and focused if something wound up going wrong. The lot of these people looked absolutely unpredictable.

"Dutch, give me something tough," Seymour instructed his friend. Dutch took out a small book and flipped through it before muttering a word that I couldn't understand; it was most likely a Russian word.

"We do speak English," the man with the scruffy face told Simmons.

Simmons turned to Dutch. "Dutch, you suck."

The blonde man frowned, clearly offended by Simmons's harmless little insult.

"It's a Cyrillic alphabet. It's like all those buttons you never push on a calculator. I don't suck," he defended before walking over to sit down at the bar.

I just chuckled and turned my attention back to Simmons who was now seated with them at the table.

"I'm Agent Seymour Simmons of Sector Eight, formally seven. We know who you are," he stated, attempting a threatening tone. I laughed at him. He was so full of shit.

"So what?" the bald man beside Scruffy retorted.

"You were supposed to go to the dark side of the moon and then it all got shut down. The question is why," Simmons answered him.

The woman beside Scruffy began talking in an erratic manner, but I couldn't exactly understand what she was saying. If I had been born Russian, this would have been a fairly simple situation for me to handle. I ignored Simmons as he continued talking and focused on the woman who was now yelling across the building at one of the bartenders.

I grabbed Sam's wrist and shifted him behind me as the woman pulled out a small gun and pointed it at Simmons. It didn't take long for the action to begin. Screams could be heard throughout the entire building as multiple weapons appeared. There was a man now running after me, so I very quickly took out my gun and hit him over the head with it. He went down immediately, but that didn't stop two more men from coming at me. I grabbed the nearest one by the neck and slammed him into the ground as hard as I could with just one hand and raised my gun at the other man in front of me, whose gun just so happened to be smaller than mine. He stopped immediately and raised his arms up. The two men shared the same surprised expressions, but I was almost certain that it had something to do with me being a woman. The only problem I had with this was that Sam was no longer behind me. Instead, he was up against the wall with a gun in his face. I just growled and turned back to the two men.

"Go ahead and shoot me. I'm willing to die for my country. Are you?" Simmons spoke.

I rolled my eyes. If he kept on, he was going to get us killed, but that thought quickly removed itself from my mind. There was a crash followed by the sound of a loud gunshot. I glanced over just in time to see Dutch smack the bartender to the ground before taking her gun away from her and pointing it at a very frightened waiter. Everyone was in frantics yet again, aside from the man I had been holding at gunpoint. He had decided to take it upon himself to use my semi-distracted state as his advantage. He lunged for me, but I was too quick for him. I kicked the small gun out of his hand before grabbing him by the shirt collar and kneeing him in the abdomen. After that, I then proceeded to slam his head into the wall. I threw his unconscious body to the ground and turned back to face the body of people in front of me, my gun cocked at anyone who dared make a move towards me.

"Lea," Sam warned.

I just shot him a look.

"Dutch, back in the cage," Simmons warned his friend.

Dutch didn't listen though and instead he pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the waiter. I looked to Sam to see that he was now in a different position on the floor with a gun being held to the back of his head. The sight of it scared me shitless to say the least.

"Simmons, control your boy. Please control your boy," Sam pleaded.

"Dutch! Stop!" Simmons yelled.

Dutch suddenly realized what he was doing and dropped the two guns to the ground before turning to the frightened waiter. "I am so sorry. That is the old me," he apologized.

The young waiter just ran off.

"Okay. Let's everybody just calm down. Let's lower the heat, lower the guns. Let's just relax and that means you too, Azalea Lennox. World War Two is over," Simmons said.

I just sighed and placed my gun back into my jacket pocket before going over to help Sam up. "Are you okay?" I asked him.

He just nodded and in seconds we were being summoned over by the two Russian cosmonauts. Sam and I walked over to join Simmons and Dutch.

"You had better come with us. We will show you everything you need to know," Baldy told us as he and Scruffy walked towards the back of the building.

I turned to Sam and gave him a questioning look. He only shrugged and pushed me towards the four men in front of us. We entered through a door and into a dimly lit room. The air around us was cold and cobwebs lined the walls of the small corridor. It had a creepy vibe to it and I honestly didn't know how to feel about it.

"You are about to see one of the biggest Soviet secrets," Scruffy said as he and Baldy walked over to some sort of safe.

They took out a large document file and threw it down on to the table before sitting down. Sam and I sat across from them while Dutch and Simmons stood behind us.

"America first to send man to the moon, but USSR first to send camera. In nineteen fifty-nine, our Luna Three take picture of the dark, the shadow side of moon; it sees nothing. In nineteen sixty-three, Luna Four sees strange rocks," Scruffy started.

"They were around a ship. There were hundreds of them," Baldy finished.

"Show the picture," Scruffy instructed his partner.

He placed the picture down onto the table and I studied it. These "rocks" didn't look like rocks at all and it didn't take long for my brain to register that. To me they looked like small pillars. They could most likely be the pillars that Sentinel had been talking about back at base.

"I've seen these before. These aren't rocks. They're pillars," Sam said as he studied the picture.

"Pillars?" the two men asked.

I took the picture from Sam. "Yes. They're alien pillars for a space bridge. We know this because the Autobots have five of them," I answered.

"The Decepticons must have raided the ship before Apollo Eleven ever got there. They took the pillars and hid them," Simmons said from behind us.

Sam shook his head in a confused manner. "That 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 immediately perked up in realization. "Sentinel is the one thing they still need, Sam. Give me your phone," I instructed him.

He took out his phone and handed it to me. I got up and started walking back out towards the main lobby while the rest followed closely behind me.

"We have to meet up with Sentinel. We have to rendezvous with him to keep him safe," I told them as I walked out of the building door.

I rushed over to Bumblebee and got in on the driver's side while Sam got in on the passenger's side. Once Simmons and Dutch were inside the Maybach, Bumblebee, along with Dino and Sideswipe, took off down the street.

"I need you to stop at the nearest underpass. Can you get Optimus on the line?" I asked Bee.

He whirred and I heard a click before Optimus's voice rang throughout the cabin.

"What is the matter, Bumblebee?"

I looked to Sam and gestured for him to speak.

"Optimus, we need you to get Sentinel to rendezvous with us. Azalea and I have figured out what the Decepticons are up to. They're after Sentinel and we have to keep him safe, okay?" Sam spoke.

"Of course, Sam. I'm currently about ten minutes behind Sentinel, but I will inform him of the matter. He should be able to pinpoint Bumblebee's exact location soon enough. I will catch up to you as soon as possible," he spoke.

The line cut off instantly and Bumblebee came to a sudden stop. We were currently stationed underneath an underpass just as I had instructed him to do so. There was something tugging on my insides. Things didn't look bad at the moment, but I feared they soon may be and I didn't quite think I was ready to face whatever we had coming to us.

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