~~~~Jacq's POV~~~~
They aren't dead.
They aren't dead.
The three words haunted me. I thought they were dead but I know that that is wrong, my gut is giving me that feeling that I'm wrong. Everything is falling apart in my mind.
I sat silently in a meeting with Ayla. I sat there and listened in.
By listened in, I mean I looked like I was paying attention but was panicking.
Days had passed, and I had finally earned the right to scan a jet, which is what I did. Sukhoi Su-27. That's my transformation.
Megatron finally let us go, and I rushed to the platform on the outside of the ship.
That's when I did what I never thoight in my month of being here, I transformed and took off, the where the two of them fell off.
Let me tell you, if I have a hunch. It is never wrong.
----Smokescreen's POV----
Welp. Arcee has tried tracking down Bulkhead and Wheeljack, but nothing has worked. Their trackers seemed to have been broken. We now spend our time acting like they never existed.
At least, that's what they think what they are doing. I can see in Ratchet's eyes he is stressed. Arcee is boarderline insane. Bumblebee is feeling useless in the grand scheme of things. Jack is trying his hardest. Raf is no where to be seen. Miko is constantly on the verge of tears. Optimus- well, I can't really tell if anything is wrong with him he kinda always looks dead inside.
Me? Let's just say that bith sides of my thoughts can agree on something.
This is all my fault.
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"I'm going to update on the 16th" says the lying writer.
Well, it's almost February 16th? Does that count?
I can't even apologize this is not something to be sorry about this is just me being r00d.
~Golden