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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"Yeah." Vanessa replaces the tarp and sighs. "You and yours are in deep, Prime, whether you want to be or not."

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His sigh seems wrenched from the very core of his being as he bows his head and shutters his eyes. "Yes."

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"The good news is now we know who's responsible."

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"Yes." He pushes himself to his feet. "Are you hungry? Sam and Mikaela usually take their evening meal at around this time."

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"Actually, now that you mention it..." Vanessa grins. "Dinner sounds like a good idea."

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"...I should warn you. It's Sam's night to cook." Wry humor suddenly sounds in the giant mech's voice as he indicates that she should go before him.

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Vanessa laughs. "I did a stint in the military. I can eat anything."

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He opens the door, then facepalms as he sees that Ironhide has Chromia pinned against the wall and is kissing her thoroughly. "Ahem!"

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Vanessa looks, and it takes her a few minutes to realize what she's seeing.

And once she figures that out, she's laughing. Hard.

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Optimus shakes his head as the couple ignore both his sound and Vanessa's laughter. "Ironhide! Chromia!"

"Sheesh! What??" The Weapons Specialist scowls at him. "We ain't blockin' the hall."

Optimus shakes his head again and decides to just walk by.

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Vanessa also continues on her way, smirking merrily.

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"I'm sorry," Optimus tells her as they step out into the usual happy bedlam of the living room, noting that Bumblebee is throwing things at Jazz again, but they're both laughing, so it's nothing serious. Rap is laying on his stomach on the bigger couch and hanging an arm over the edge as he sings to himself, and Honey is over in the corner holding a struggling Roach and trying to 'help' Mikaela make salad as Sam has a minor breakdown about the frozen ready made pasta Alfredo that he's preparing in the skillet over the hotplate.

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Vanessa chuckles and walks toward Sam at the hotplate. "Do you want some help?"