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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"Here, let me." Vanessa steps forward and shoves Sam out of the way to rescue the fettucini.

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"But I'm supposed to make supper," he says softly, crestfallen.

"Sam, grab Honey!" says Mikaela suddenly. "She's going to put tomato in her tank!"

"AHH, no, baby, don't do that!" He bounds toward the sparkling and seizes the offending vegetable.

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"Don't worry about it," Vanessa says with a smirk, adjusting the hotplate so that the fettucini doesn't burn. "Take care of the kid."

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Bumblebee pauses in passing to snag the tomato from Sam and wing it toward her husband, who's taking cover behind the computer desk.

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Vanessa arches an eyebrow at the sailing tomato, but continues cooking.

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And then Bee stops in mid-stride as she discovers Ironhide and Chromia. She stares for a moment, then makes a raspberry sound and hurls an empty motor oil bottle at them.

Ironhide gives a bellow of anger and comes hurtling out of the hall, and Bee laughs and books it out of the hanger.

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"Are they always like this?" Vanessa asks Sam casually.

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"Like what?" He looks at her blankly from where he's fishing Roach out of Honey's other hand. The tiny bot is angrily blaring Ramstein as he wriggles.

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"Predisposed to throwing things...?"

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"Oh. Jazz was teasing Bee, and then she got hyper." He shrugs and sets Roach free, then yelps as the phone bot kicks him in the foot by way of thanks. "You little......!

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Vanessa shakes her head. "Hyper robots. I have now officially seen everything."

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"Dude, they're people." He turns his head to watch Ironhide haul Bee in over his shoulder as she pounded him in the back of the head with her elbow.

The big black mech dumps her in Jazz's arms, then stomps back outside muttering about a zap.

Chromia walks out shaking her head. "You git a hangover 'n I'll play loud music."

"Just a little one!" He scowls over his shoulder.

Honey giggles and plays the theme from 'the Simpsons'.

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Vanessa chuckles, turning off the hotplate. The pasta is finished. "Yes, well, they're very weird people nonetheless. But that's not necessarily a bad thing."