IMPORTANT NOTE:
This is my P_A_T_R_E_O_N link please support me. Thank you guys
patrèon.com/Tony_stark_3000
remove the è and put a normal e.
If Patrèon is not your cup of tea, then buy me a coffee 😉.
https://buymeacoffee.com/Tony_Stark_3000
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Sorry for the delay over the last few days, guys.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
"We have to take revenge. We must," Harold growled, standing up and clutching his injured crotch, hatred blazing in his eyes.
"I'm going to kill him!" Joyce roared.
"Send them in. It's time. Hit him—and Optimus Prime," Harold spat, shaking with fury.
"Yes, brother. I hear you. We have to find them—now. I can't wait to take them down," Joyce replied with deadly focus.
Inside the KSI command room, Harold gritted his teeth and powered through the pain below his waist.
"Chicago KSI, connect the satellites. We were just attacked—by Autobots and terrorists," he barked into the comms.
"Showtime," someone muttered.
"Launch Stinger," Harold snapped.
Joyce slammed a fist into the console. "I want these guys to know exactly what it means to cross me. I'll tear them apart."
"The satellite's locked on Optimus Prime. Skyshine and Stinger are two kilometers out," a technician reported.
"What about that damn yellow freak?" Joyce bellowed.
"Not found yet."
Joyce seethed, but Harold cut in, eyes narrowed and voice venomous. "Calm down. We'll deal with Prime first. That yellow pest won't get far. Once he shows up, he's dead. No escape."
(He thought bitterly: Damn it… ending up like this, with no balls left… how did it come to this?)
"Fine," Joyce said. "But I'm not letting any of them go. Control Skyshine and Stinger. Kill Optimus Prime."
---
A car raced down the highway. The driver glanced at a photo taped to the windshield. "Tessa… I'm coming for you."
Meanwhile, five vehicles thundered along the same highway—Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, and the others at full throttle.
Inside Bumblebee, Tessa sat beside her father Cade. She hesitated, then finally asked, "Dad… what about Jack?"
"Dead," Cade said flatly.
Tessa's face twisted in disbelief. "What?! No! That's impossible. He's strong. There's no way… I don't believe it!"
Cade looked at her, calm and detached. "Dead is dead. Why do you even care?"
Tessa shook her head, lips trembling. "I… I don't know. I shouldn't care. I mean… good riddance, right?"
(So why does it hurt so much? Why do I feel this way? What did he mean to me?)
She bit her lip. I don't understand…
"That's that," Cade said. In truth, he didn't know whether Jack was alive or dead. But he hoped he was dead—and stayed that way.
Tessa fell silent, staring blankly ahead. Did he really die like that? And why wasn't he with Optimus Prime?
---
The convoy sped on.
A few hundred meters ahead, a grey-and-black Freightliner Argosy 2014 truck and a red-and-black Pagani Huayra approached.
Suddenly, the Freightliner's body shimmered—then split into three swirling metallic cubes, merging mid-air before smashing together with a BOOM!
The explosion lit up the sky. Flaming debris rained down, sending shockwaves across the road.
But it wasn't over.
Skyshine transformed, one arm shifting into a roaring chainsaw. A passing car was sliced clean in half. Then another. And another. In seconds, three vehicles were obliterated.
---
Back in the KSI command room, Joyce's jaw dropped.
"Those were civilians! Who gave the order to destroy them?!"
The technician stammered, sweating. "I-I didn't! That wasn't the command I input! I—uh—firing a missile now!"
On the highway, Skyshine raised its arm—and five missiles launched, all aimed directly at Optimus Prime's team.
Bang! Bang!
Smoke and dust filled the air. The Autobots swerved and dodged with incredible precision, narrowly avoiding the blasts.
"Bumblebee! Run—fast!" Cade shouted.
The convoy spun around and accelerated. Behind them, Stinger gave chase, its wheels extending as missile pods deployed. Whoosh! Two missiles fired.
Skyshine transformed into a cloud of metallic cubes, flew forward, and reassembled into truck form. Four more missiles launched from its wheel-mounted launchers.
"KSI Command! What's happening?!" a tech screamed. "He's firing without orders! Skyshine just launched four unauthorized missiles!"
The Autobots performed evasive maneuvers, but six missiles streaked ahead, slamming into other vehicles.
BOOM!
A massive truck exploded, slamming into a passenger car and reducing it to scrap. A chain reaction followed—eight more vehicles collided, igniting into a wall of fire that flew forward in a flaming vortex—toward Optimus Prime.
"Aaahh!" Cade and Tessa screamed as Bumblebee was knocked back—transforming mid-air.
Cade and Tessa were thrown from the car. Optimus Prime leaped up and caught Cade—but missed Tessa.
"Tessa!!" Cade shouted.
---
A man's voice roared from the ground. "TESSA!!"
Down the highway, Sean—the second male lead of Transformers 4—ran full speed toward the falling girl.
Tessa plummeted—four meters off the ground.
Sean roared and jumped with all his might. "Don't be afraid! I'll catch you—!"
"It's my scene," a voice cut in smoothly.
Before Sean could react, a figure blurred past him. Someone grabbed Tessa mid-air and landed smoothly, holding her in his arms.
Sean hit the ground hard—face-first, dog-eating-dirt style.
"You… you're JACK?!" Sean stammered, scrambling up.
Jack turned around, cradling Tessa effortlessly. "Hey, Sean. I gotta say—you were really trying to steal the spotlight there. But from a professional perspective, your hero moment had no buildup, no rhythm. Flat. Just flat."
He grinned. "But artistically? A+ cringe. The industry would rate you a solid 666."
"Let her go!" Sean shouted, furious.
Tessa stared at Jack, stunned. "Jack… you're alive?!"
Alive. Not dead. He's really here…