Transformers-'verse, Nellis AFB, investigating

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When she stepped off of the Cessna and walked out onto the flight line at Nellis AFB, Vanessa Raymond didn't know what to expect.

She'd dealt with the military before - as an aide to the Secretary of Defense, such dealings were an inevitability. However, when one threw giant alien robots into the mix, things got decidedly weird.

She wondered if her training in forensics was going to come in handy at all here. She was used to blood spatters and DNA samples, dead bodies and mysterious causes of death. All she had in this case was one human victim who had already been buried (cause of death? bullet wound from standard M-24 US army-issue sniper rifle), and a mechanical victim who... well, she hadn't exactly figured that out quite yet.

The plane's engines shift from idling to silence and it's only then that Vanessa heard the rumbling of another engine.

This was from a very large, very good-looking Peterbilt big-rig, with a custom paint job that was almost comical. She grabbed her luggage and strode purposefully over to it.

"Afternoon," she said, standing below its driver-side door with a grin. "Mr. Peters."

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She squints up again, trying to get a look at his face. "What?"

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"I'm sorry. I just now remembered that it's the custom to acknowledge the other speaker's words." He glances down at her, then returns his gaze to the road.

Easy to tell the big guy's got stuff on his mind, eh? Now that they're at a different angle from the sun the dents on his head are clear when he looks at her, too.

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"Ah. Okay. Don't worry about it." She pauses and looks up into his face again. "I promise I'll do what I can to straighten this out."

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"Thank you." His voice is low, but then he turns his head and smiles as a pair of four by four pickup trucks pull up on either side of him. "Ironhide, Chromia, this is Vanessa Raymond. Vanessa, my Weapons Specialist, and his... wife...."

The smaller white truck gave a horn toot, but the big black one gave every indication of ignoring things.

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Vanessa waves cheerfully. "Doesn't say much, does he?"

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Optimus is surprised by the urge to kick his friend, but resists it. "At times."

Chromia suddenly shifts and walks along in her natural form beside Optimus, her optics trained on Vanessa with friendly curiosity. "Hey, darlin'. Welcome t' wierdsvill."

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She laughs. "No, this isn't weird. Weird is the White House."

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The white femme starts to reply, but then puts her hands over her aural receptors as abruptly shifts and gives out an angry sounding screech.

"Ironhide! English!" barks Optimus.

"...Right. FORGE, GET YOUR SORRY AFT DOWN HERE 'N QUIT MESSIN' WITH THAT FEMME!"

Chromia looked at Vanessa. "You were sayin'?"

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"Well... okay, I'll concede that point then." Vanessa grinned, craning her neck to see what's got Ironhide so worked up.