Transformers 3 concept Ch1

Transformers 3 concept
Chapter 1
Reunion

The parking garage of the airport was rather slow that day. Not many cars entered, and there were many empty spaces between the few that were parked.
Somewhere on the second floor of the garage, a yellow camaro with two black racing stripes revved its engine impatiently.
Today was the day Sam would return from college.
Bumblebee had been counting down the days for the past few months. Every time Ron or Judy would get in him, he would proudly announce how many more days were left through his radio. Both of them found it annoying, but Mikaela found it rather cute. In fact, she found most of the young Autobot’s quirks cute, like how he always talked through the radio and had a tendency to play Linkin Park songs to himself.
The girl stroked Bee’s dashboard comfortingly. “I’m sure they’re on their way here right now, buddy,”
“But I wanna see it now!” whined a child over the radio.
“They better be here soon,” complained a small ‘bot in the back seat. “His whining is getting on my nerves.”
Mikaela looked back at the small Decepticon-turned-Autobot and laughed. “You’d be the same way if I had been gone as long as Sam, Wheelie.”
Wheelie crossed his arms, slumping back in the seat. “Well, that’s different,”
“Shh! He’s coming!” hushed a man over the radio. Bee backed around a corner and out of sight as three people came out of the elevator.
“Oh my gosh, I can still not believe you’re actually a college graduate!” Judy clung to her son’s arm.
Sam tried to kindly remove his arm from his mother’s grip, but failed. He still wore his black, square graduation cap, the tassel hanging down to swing back and forth in front of his face.
“Why won’t you take off that stupid hat?” Ron asked, looking around for the yellow car. That’s the problem with having an Autobot for a car; sometimes, it really isn’t where you parked it.
“It’s not a stupid hat dad,” Sam said.
“It’s a stupid hat!”
“I’m wearing it ‘cuz Mikaela made me promise to keep it on until I see her.” Sam’s eyes drifted along the garage’s wall, gazing at the few cars parked there. His eyes paused on a police car. Why was a police car parked in an airport parking garage?
The yellow camaro pulled around the corner behind them, not making a single noise. He slowly crept up behind them.
Mikaela stifled a laugh from the passenger seat.
Bee flipped his radio on full blast.
“AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” screamed a woman through the speakers.
Sam jumped three feet in the air with a small yell of surprise. Judy screamed and Ron crouched to the ground, covering his head.
Mikaela burst out laughing. Sam turned around, facing the car. “Geez, are you TRYING to kill me?”
“You are such a frickin’ GIRL!” Mikaela gasped between laughs.
“Yeah, nice to see you again too.” He shook his head with a smile.
Bumblebee rolled carefully forward, nudging Sam's legs expectantly.
“Oh, ‘Bee!” Sam placed a hand on the hood and heard the engine purr like a cat.  “I missed you! I hope you haven’t blown up the house while I’ve been away,”
“Why can’t he just say ‘hi,’ or maybe just stay in his parking spot instead of nearly giving all of us a heart attack!” Ron grumbled, getting to his feet.
“But that’s not as fun!” whined a child over the radio.
“come on, ‘Bee, lets bring Mom and Dad back home and then we’ll go out and have some fun.” He looked up at Mikaela. “You in?”
She smiled. “Nah, you two need some time to catch up. Drop me off at my dad’s shop. I promised I’d help him take care of a few things.”
Sam slid into the drivers’ seat, Ron took shotgun and Mikaela and Judy moved to the back seat. Wheelie sat between the two girls, and Judy leaned away from him a tiny bit. No-one really noticed.
Bumblebee revved his engine happily, speeding out of the garage. A few seconds passed. The police car silently came to life, a stereotypical looking police officer appearing behind the wheel. It casually pulled out, leaving the garage in silence once more.

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Meanwhile, at NEST HQ, the Autobot team was in the midst of a discussion. Lennox and Epps entered the base, quickly going over to join the conversation.
“So, what’s the situation?” Lennox called up to the ‘bots. Ironhide, Ratchet, Sideswipe, the Arcee sisters and Optimus Prime all gazed down at the two soldiers. Volt and the twins were somewhere else in the base.
“We’ve picked up several Cybertronian energy signals.” Ratchet told them.
“But we can’t be sure if they’re Autobot or Decepticon.” Sideswipe added.
“The ‘Cons have been quiet lately,” Epps said.
“Maybe our little guest has something to do with that,” Ironhide cast a glance to the back of the HQ, but all was quiet back there.
“Where exactly are these signals?” Lennox asked.
Optimus touched a button on his helmet, displaying a holographic map of the U.S. for all of them to see. “They are clustered around two specific areas.”
Yellow pinpricks of light appeared on the map. They formed two groups, one in central Texas, and the other…
“Hey, isn’t that where the kid and ‘Bee are?” Lennox pointed to the second, larger cluster.
“That’s what worries us,” Sideswipe said as Optimus powered down the hologram.
“We can’t be sure if they are friendly or not, and the numbers of them are concerning.” Optimus said.
“Why not send a few of you guys in, for undercover work?” Lennox suggested. “Just drive around for a bit. If they’re friendly, they’ll most likely recognize you.  And if not, at least we’ll have some firepower if they act up.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Optimus nodded. “I’ll contact Bumblebee and tell him to keep his optics open.”
With that, the group dispersed, leaving Optimus to stand there alone. He looked over to the back of the large room. Two red eyes glared at him in pure hatred. Optimus would have shivered if he could. Obviously, Soundwave did not like being a prisoner.