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randomplaces2007-11-13 05:04 pm
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Transformers-'verse, Nellis AFB, investigating
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."
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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Then her attention turns to the 'Bots. "What are they watching?"
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"Again," adds Mikaela.
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She rubs her chin thoughtfully. "Garlic bread?"
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Then she looks over her shoulder. "Bee! That's what you were just throwing things at him for suggesting!"
"Shhh," says Bee without turning from where she's contentedly snuggling with her sparkmate.
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"Worse than ..."
She was going to say 'teenagers', but then realizes who she was talking to.