Okay so I was a little late on this chapter but hey cut me some slack it's an overly stressful time of the year. Here is the belated chapter 1. Just remember, I warned you that this story would be worked on with less push than my other ones because I'm still working on them first. Thank you.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. And also I made up the name of the military school. Thank you.

Chapter 1: Missing Runaway..

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Two years earlier than the events in the prologue...

I'm done with this... Zeke glared up at the darkened hall as she adjusted her backpack over her shoulder wincing slightly as her shoulder objected to the weight. Everything she had to her name was in the bag, well... everything she had collected here in the years since she came to this place. A one fingered salute to her former prison and she spun around as ran off into the night.

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Ezekiel Jean Hamilton. Age 16. Last known location, Fort Southertons Military Academy, Date: June 17th. Height 5' 7", Weight 135 lbs. Caucasian. Hair color: Black, Eyes: Brown.

Sam sighed. Sam sighed as he stared over the information. He had just gotten off of the phone with his mother, who was worried that his cousin was lying dead in a ditch somewhere, or worse... been kidnapped by the Decepticons... Sam had spent the better part of the week going over things in the IT department looking for anything that might have shown any 'Con activity in the area of the school but the techs and Jazz both confirmed that there was none whatsoever... It had been over two months since Zeke had gone missing.

It had been only two weeks since Sam and Judy had been informed. Sam's aunt, the girl's stepmother had never considered informing Judy. It had taken Judy, in the midst of her and Ron's newest cross country tour, and a surprise visit to her only niece to discover that the girl had completely vanished off the radar.

Guit plauged Sam the instant he had gotten his mother's first frenzied phone call. At first it had taken him twenty minutes of trying to understand her before he gave up and called his father's cell to talk to someone that was able to speak with clarity... Even if Ron's tone was laced with barely controlled livid rage.

Sam sighed again as he set the missing file aside and ran a hand over his face. Oh Zeke... Where are you?

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Zeke let of a violent sneeze banging her head into the hood of the car she was working on. Jonah the mechanic that owned the garage looed over at her. "Ya okay kid? Ya aint comming down wit somat are ya?" The old man blinked at her.

"Yeah I'm good." the sixteen year old girl smiled.

"Perhaps ya oughta taka break girl."

"Are you sure Jonah?"

"Yeah get out an get some sun. Just don't let the truancy officer find ya."

Zeke flashed him a smile and wiped her hands on an oil rag. She grabbed a soda out of her back and exited the junk shop and made her way over to sit out in the yard.

The girl popped the cap off the glass bottle and took a swig, thinking over her next course of action... It had been two months since she had left the military academy, and desite being basically homeless relatively happy... It must driving her insane knowing she can't control me anymore... the girl smirked as she thought about her stepmother. She smirked for a minute more before her cheer dimmed at what her father would say about her running away... He's probably spinning in his grave...

Zeke sighed and glanced at the garage where the old man was working away... She had run into him over a month ago when he found her sleeping in one of the old Junkers out in the yard. After giving the girl a stern telling off he had come up with a proposition for the girl. He offered her the junked car she had taken refuge in, but she had to fix it herself... Once it was fixed she was gone. Zeke couldn't argue with that... the main plus to the whole thing was that he didn't call the cops on her yet...

Zeke sighed as she leaned up against the beat up car. Jonah had told her it was a mustang... Meaning the damned thing was going to cost her an arm and leg in gas, if she was even able to fix the damned thing. The front axle was broken, there was a crack in the block head, and the left rear tire was missing all together in the first place...

There was no way she could afford the parts... it would eat the remainder of her money she had saved... Zeke sighed... I'm going to have to get another job...

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Barricade had been stasis for several years when his processor finally onlined... His nanites had finally stabilized him for him to where his processor could comeback online... He scanned his surroundings only to realize that he was in human Junk yard... Worse there was a fleshling stretched out in his back seat. Barricade's engine growled lowly, but the human didn't stir from it's sleep...

He tried to move and almost cursed in pain as he realized the condition he was in. He groaned softly as he mentally cursed the Autobots -Specifically Bumblebee- who had been among the trio that had cornered him in Arkansas... His current position was in Missouri so he must have been towed here after he had fallen into stasis... He sighed and diverted his nanites to repairing his engine block and comm link... He was going to need them if he was to get out of here...

Sometime later closer to daybreak a sudden beeping noise from the creature's watch jolted the creature awake with a curse.

"Shit, I can't be late." the girl cursed as she sat up and began to strip her clothing off. Barricade steadily became annoyed as she fidgeted into a new set of clothes before bolting out of his interior like petro hounds were after her.

Barricade vented irritably as the femme ran off.