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During the day, on a dusty road cutting through the wild, sleek and domineering cars roared across the terrain like wolves on the hunt. The engines howled with fury, the tires clawed at the earth, and every mile kicked up a swirling cloud of dirt in their wake. Their destination: Chicago.
Jack was seated in a green car—an Autobot, naturally. The vehicle suited him perfectly: aggressive, fast, and built to dominate. Even the paint job had a predatory gleam to it. At their current speed, Chicago was only a day away—just enough time to plan, but not enough to get comfortable.
Later, in a busy supermarket under the cold glow of fluorescent lights, Jack walked with Tessa, who was trailing behind, clearly unhappy. She crossed her arms tightly. "Don't walk with me," she snapped.
Jack raised an eyebrow but nodded without hesitation. "No problem." He peeled off, keeping his hands in his pockets and whistling as if nothing in the world could touch him.
The second he was out of sight, Tessa pulled out her phone and dialed quickly, casting a glance over her shoulder. "Hey, Sean? It's me. It's Tessa," she whispered, voice shaking slightly.
"Tessa!" Sean's voice burst with emotion. "You're okay! God, I was so worried. Where are you? Tell me—I'm coming to get you right now."
"I…" Her voice caught. Fear, guilt, and longing all tangled together.
"Tessa, you're wanted. It's all over the news. I don't care—I need to see you."
"But it'd be dangerous for you—" she started, only to suddenly gasp. Her phone was yanked from her hand.
She spun around. "Jack! Give me the phone!" she yelled, lunging toward him.
"What's going on, Tessa?" Sean's voice called out from the phone speaker, tense and frantic.
Jack smirked and sidestepped her easily. "Relax, Romeo," he said into the phone. "We're in Chicago. If you've got time, swing by. Tessa's dying to see you. We all miss you dearly."
"Jack," Sean growled, voice going cold.
"Yikes, that's a chilly tone. Listen, I'm slammed for time. Get here fast. Tessa's waiting." And with that, he hung up the call, tossing the phone back to her like it was trash.
Tessa glared at him, her voice trembling with rage. "What the hell was that supposed to mean?"
"Simple," Jack said with a dark grin. "You miss him, he misses you—go ahead, reunite. I'm not the jealous type. Let your knight in shining armor come save the princess."
"You're disgusting," she spat, shrinking back slightly under the heat of his stare.
"Let's get moving," he muttered. Jack seized her wrist and dragged her toward the exit, his grip firm. The late afternoon sun hit their faces as they stepped outside, but the warmth did nothing to soften the tension between them.
"Let go of me! I said, let me go!"
Back in a dusty, dimly lit attic, Cade rushed toward them the second they returned. He went straight to Tessa. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Jack barely acknowledged the man. Why would he? Cade was already halfway dead in Jack's mind—barely worth his notice.
He turned to Optimus Prime. "We need to get inside KSI. That's where all the answers are."
Optimus nodded gravely. "Agreed. But we can't just break in. We need intel."
"Then let me do the digging," Jack said. "You're coming with me. We've got a date with the Guideline."
He approached the Autobot known as Guideline. In one smooth motion, the Autobot transformed into a sleek green vehicle and opened its doors.
They cruised toward KSI headquarters. A few blocks out, Guideline rolled to a quiet stop near the curb. Jack peered through the windshield at a black car up ahead. The door opened. Out stepped a bald man in a sharp suit, flanked by bodyguards.
"Joshua Joyce," Jack said with a smirk. "The man behind the curtain."
He got out, blending with the busy Chicago crowd. Eyes scanning. Waiting. Hunting.
Soon, a man in a navy suit passed by, talking on his phone. Jack smiled like a salesman. "Hey brother, got a second? Need to ask you something."
"You talking to me?" the man asked.
"Yeah, just a quick question." Jack moved in fast, yanked the man into the car, muffled his scream, and twisted his neck in one clean, brutal motion. No drama. No mess.
He reached into the man's jacket and pulled out a KSI ID card. "Got it."
"You killed him?" a voice buzzed from the car's speaker.
"Yes. Problem?"
"No. I'm not sentimental like Optimus."
"Good." Jack waved the ID. "Swap the face with mine."
Three green lasers scanned it. The image shifted. Jack's smirk now stared back from the badge.
"Perfect. I'm going in. Dispose of the body. Wait here."
Inside the KSI building, Jack scanned the ID. The doors opened with a satisfying beep.
"Man, people in this city really know how to decorate. High-tech meets corporate ego."
He made it to the staff dressing room. A security worker stepped in front of him. "Badge check."
Jack placed a hand on the man's shoulder, leaned in. "Let me show you something…" He twisted. Snap. The man went limp.
Jack dragged him inside, swapped clothes, tossed on a lab coat and glasses. Just another nerdy researcher now.
In the lab, Joshua Joyce was already mid-presentation, accompanied by a woman and a chubby researcher named Wembley.
"Wembley, show Darcy the progress," Joyce said.
Wembley beamed. "This is Transformium. Think programmable metal. It's like magic—but scientific!"
"It's the biggest leap since atomic fission," he added. "It's genetic. Programmable. We've mapped its genome."
"I arranged that," Joyce interrupted.
"Yes, yes, you did," Wembley said quickly.
Joyce turned toward a touchscreen. "Let's place an order."
"Mind if I join?" Jack asked, stepping into the room.
Joyce glanced up. "Of course. Moments like this are meant to be shared."
Jack smiled politely. But behind his eyes? Fire. Calculation. He was a wolf in a lab coat—and they didn't even see the teeth.