I normally stayed at base, but today I was told I was going on the convoy to one of the other fobs. Some of my equipment was malfunctioning, so they needed me to go do some repairs. My corporals that were out there weren't able to figure it out. I don't mind going. It will be nice to get out of the base. I was going to be riding in the eighth vic with the commander. Because of my mos, I have to be just as protected as the commander. If they lose me, they lose their equipment. Even though my platoon knows how to repair and work them, I'm the one who designed them, I know the ins and outs of them. They need me. It felt good to be needed, unlike when growing up.

The convoy is almost ready to go. I got my weapon and pack and about to get in my truck.

"Alright men, lets go." Yells the commander.

I watch everyone hop in their trucks, the gunners get on their guns, then I get in. I have my Kevlar and flack jacket on. Holding my weapon close to me. Then we start to move.

*Time skip*

We are about 6 hours into the trip. Unfortunately it's a day trip. I am so bored back here. I was told I could try and sleep. But I just can't do it. I feel the need to stay awake. Somethings not right and I don't know why. I can't put my finger on it. I want to say something, but it doesn't matter what I think. I don't even know what I'd tell them. 'Hey I feel like something bad is about to happen. we should stop it.' Yeah I think they would look at me like I was stupid. This is going to be a long drive.

*Time skip*

We are only about an hour away now. My anxiety is through the roof now. Something is defiantly wrong. The commander has tried to contact the fob and so far we haven't heard back from them. Everyone in the truck is worried now. We don't know what's going on.

"C...CV239...This....F....17...F...1718...." Static starts to come through the com.

"F1718 This is CV239 copy." The commander said back into the radio. Worry could be heard in his voice.

"Under...ack..Hurry." We looked at each other.

"If that is what I think I heard. we need to hurry." I said. My men were in danger. All our men were in danger. The commander radio up to the first vic and told them to step on it.

We roll up about a thirty minutes later we roll up on the fob...or what's left of it. We are to late. I jump out of the vic, barely hearing the yelling from my commander to get back in the truck. I have to find my platoon. It looks like whoever did this is long gone now. I'm running though looking for survivors. Dead bodies are scattered everywhere. Friendly and enemy. I feel someone grab my arm, trying to stop me. I jerk my arm away and continue to search. The tent that my guys would of been in, is just bit further. Its hard to tell where anything was, they way it has all been destroyed. If we would of been here earlier, this might not have happened. You can see where the enemy threw grenades. You couldn't even tell who the body's were. There was nothing left of them. Just torn and shattered body's. Blood, its like the ground is bleeding. There is so much of it. I keep walking, more like jogging. Trying not to step on anything.

I step up to where the tent my men should be in. Its torn apart. Shell casings lie all around. At least I know they put up a fight. I move part of the tent away. I see one of my guys right away. He had his weapon still in his hands. I kneel down next to him. Tears start to form in my eyes. He has, from what I can see, 4 shots right though his chest. Blood seeping though. He's lost so much. I bend down and pick up his head and move it onto my lap. He's still warm. I am to late. I should of been here sooner. I look over to my right, under some rubble, I see my senior corporal. His heads been crushed in. You can barely tell its him. I only know, because I can see his rank and name tag. He was shot as well. But I think the blow to the head is what killed him. I'm crying now. There should be two more, but I don't know if I want to look anymore. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Fisher, he came with me to check the equipment. He's kneeled next to me. His eyes show that he's hurting. It looked as if he wanted to cry too, but was trying to be strong for me. For all of us.

After sitting there for a few minutes, the sounds of bullets rang. We immediately stand up and get our weapons ready. They stop for a moment. I look around, nothing. None of us see anything. Then its heard again, and this time we hear a thump of a body hitting the ground.

The enemy is still here.

The commander gets back in the vic and calls for help. Fisher covers me getting me back to the group. I don't want to leave the rest. But I have no choice. We are now getting full blown shot at. The enemy is showing themselves now. Advancing towards us. We take cover behind the vics. Taking shots as needed. The gunners are plowing them down. I watch as one gets his head shot. You could see the blood spray in all directions. Parts of his skull and brain go flying back. The enemy soldier falls forward. Dead before he even hit the ground.

I don't know how long it goes on for. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Everyone's voices mixed together. Its getting hard to concentrate. There are so many. Bullets are flying fast. I can't tell who's winning. I don't know what to think right now. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were all supposed to go home together. We all had plans. Families that needed us. Well not me. But some of my men have babies to get home too. Now those babies will grow up without a father. I'm staring though my sight, looking for my next shot. But I never get my shot. The last thing I hear is the explosion of the bomb we never saw coming.

My world goes black.

"Shelby!" Yell's Optimus.

She has been screaming and crying for a few minutes now. He was getting worried He knew she was having a nightmare, but to what extent.

"Shelby!" He yells again.

She stirs in the seat. He wiggles the seat. She sits up fast, her heart pounding and trying to catch her breath. Her hand is over her heart, trying to calm herself down.

"Are you alright?" The concerned voice of Optimus is heard though the radio.

All she can do at the moment is nod to him. Unsure if she is okay. After a little bit of time, she regains composer.

"I'm sorry Optimus. I'm alright." She apologizes, trying to keep her voice normal.

"Are you sure? You were screaming and crying." Her face startes to get red from embarrassment as he spoke.

"Just a nightmare. I'm fine." She says like it was no big deal.

"Do you get these often? Ratchet told me that you had one the night you and Dreadwing stayed with us." He told her.

"Of course he did. Yes, but I'm used to it. Its alright." She doesn't want him to be concerned for her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, his voice was sweet and low.

"No I don't." No one needs to know about her nightmares. They are her burden to bare.

"We should be at your home in about 20 minutes." Trying to lighten the mood, Optimus hopes thinking about home would help.

"Awesome, I hope Dreadwing stayed there." She exclaims, her voice sounding lighter.

"I can ask Ratchet if he's seen Dreadwing's energy signal move?" He suggests to her.

"No, I need to be able to trust him." She responds.

The two fell into some silence and continued to drive. Shelby knows where they are, even though it was all woods. Soon she could see her shop come into view. Then as they got closer she could see her house. They pull into the driveway and Shelby immediately hops out and Optimus transforms. Shelby ran inside of the garage, looking for Dreadwing. But he wasn't there.

"I wonder where he is. He is supposed to be resting." Sadness showed in her voice.

"Maybe he took a walk." Optimus suggests. She doesn't say anything. Thinking hard about where he could of gone.

"Ratchet to Optimus." Ratchet is heard over the comm.

"Optimus here." He answers into the comm.

"I have a message you need to read."

'That doesn't sound good' thought Shelby.

"Send a ground bridge." He told Ratchet. The ground bridge opened waiting for him to walk though.

"Optimus can I go with? What if it's Dreadwing?" Her voice had worry in it. She is standing close to his leg looking up to him.

"Yes" he bent his servo down so she could climb on. She jumps on without hesitation.

They then begin to go though the ground bridge. Once they step though it closed behind them. On the other side, the rest of team Prime was standing around Ratchet, who was typing on the computers.

"What is going on, Ratchet?" asks the mighty leader.

"We got a message. A message from Megatron." Ratchet says turning to Optimus and Shelby.