A/N: This whole mess was inspired by Let The Flames Begin by Paramore, Mama by MCR, and Shake Off The Dust and Signs of Life by Moon of Ice. Further more, let it be known, that this chapter is by far - not - the most graphic one in the least.

Disclaimer: The following story, though graphic, is completely fiction. Transformers characters are trademarked and owned by Hasbro Inc. Original characters of owned by Tobias (i.e. Me - dur). Spelling errors and grammar issues are owned by George Bush. (I told an oum-popa-mow-mow)

Forward: The following story is rated M for a reason. Current and/or later chapters will contain graphic language and, in most cases, violence for graphic descriptions. This story is intended for an audience of 18 and over, or extremely mature teenagers no younger then 16.

Warning: This story contains character death and graphic descriptions of a violent and semi-gore nature. Reader discretion is suggested if not advised.

Finally: The following places and events are fictional and slightly based/inspired by the North Hollywood Shootout. All events have no real-life standing.

!!You Have Been Warned!!

Regular text.

"Speaking text."

"Police Radio Transmission text."

"Autobot Radio Transmission text."

'Phone text'

'Thought text.'

Song Lyric Text / Date and Time

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Title: 2-11 In Progress

Summary: Caught in a hostage situation, Sam must do everything he can to make sure he, and the others caught in the bank, make it out alive. With a little help from his friends, he hopes to turn the tables on the bank robbers.

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Friday, April 26th, 7:04 PM

'So what are you and Bumblebee going to do tomorrow, Sam? You know it's Saturday and it's only going to rain a little until, like, eleven. Maybe we can go see an early morning movie or something?'

Sam smiled a little, listening to Mikeala chat away on his cell phone as he finished posting another listing on his E-Bay page. It had been a few months since the whole Mission City incident and it would appear that the entire buzz about aliens and such was just starting to die out.

"The sounds like a good idea, Mikeala. I will have to stop at the bank before we do anything though, I'll need money for the day."

'I don't understand why you just won't take them up on that Debit card offer. I mean, really Sam, what's the worst thing that can happen?'

"I can spend more than I have and get hit with chargers." He replied quickly, this was a fight they practiced often. "I can't do that with my ATM card, Mikeala." There was silence on the other end, Sam grinned to himself, knowing she was rolling her eyes at him.

'You could always get Bee to help keep you from overspending.'

Sam chuckled. "He's not here to be my accountant, Mikeala."

'Fine, fine. I'm just saying. I mean, come on, he helped you study for math finals.'

"Not the point." Sam reminded her, looking up at the clock. "I have to go. Mojo needs a pain pill and I promised my Dad I would sweep the path since he is letting Bumblebee stay in the garage without paying rent."

'Your parents are nuts, Sam.'

"I know, I know. Mom keeps threatening to kick Bee's ass if he hurts Mojo. It's actually kinda funny."

'Yah, yah. Night Sam. Love yah'.'

"Goodnight, Mikeala. Love you too. Get some good sleep, okay? We'll do something tomorrow." Sam said, ending the call and reaching for the bright orange bottle of pain pills, popping the cap he took out a single pill before closing the container and placing it back on the desk, searching for his dog.

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Saturday, April 27th, 8:54 AM

"Good morning Tranquility! You're listening to Total Access with Dell Dunkin and before we get back to talking about the newest thing that's going on with the Lambo Twins, here is your weather. Today is going to be a mild seventy degrees with warm winds coming in from the south to help keep us all from freezing in the light rain we've got going on today. Traffic on Ninety-One East is a little backed up from a two car accident, but state police are already on the scene and clearing it away. And now that that's done, lets talk about the Lambo Twins. Last night at a hot club after hours club in LA, Frances Lambo was spotted-" Sam rolled over, slamming his hand down on the alarm button; cutting off the ranting Dj.

Sam sighed, sitting up in his bed, rubbing his eyes as he looked out the window. Sure enough the Shock Jock had been right, it was raining outside. Not heavy, but enough to make the roads slick. Not that it mattered; Bee was the best driver he knew. Sam chuckled to himself, now he knew what other meant when they said 'Be one with your car'.

Sam shook his head, heading off towards the bathroom to take a shower and get ready for the day.

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Saturday, April 27th, 9:27 AM

Sam was tapping the steering wheel slightly to the music Bumblebee had taken to playing on his radio as they waited patiently at the Drive-Thru for Sam's breakfast to be handed to him.

"You know Sam," Bee began, speaking through his radio. "Ratchet says that this type of meal is filled with saturated fat and calories that are not good for you."

Sam groaned, rolling his eyes as Bee pulled forward as the car in front of them did. "Not you too, Bee! I need someone to back me up on me eating habits. Besides, is Ratchet telling you that or Mikeala?"

"Both actually." The Autobot confirmed, Sam could easily hear the grin in his voice.

"Tell you what, Bee. If I give up fast food, you have to give up that High-Grade Energon you seem to enjoy."

"No deal." The Autobot retorted. "Fine, you can have your fast food. But keep the grease off my steering wheel!"

"Deal." Sam confirmed, reaching for his cell phone while the girl at the window handed him his food. "I'm going to call Mikeala and tell her to meet us at the movies. We just need to stop at the bank in town before that."

"Alright." Bumblebee said, pulling away from the Drive-Thru exit and heading for the highway to get into town and to Sam's bank.

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Saturday, April 27th, 10:18 AM

Oh no, I just keep on falling (Back to the same old)

And where's hope; when misery come crawling (Oh, my way - hey)

With your faith, you'll trigger a land slide (Victory)

To kill off this common state of mind,

It takes acquired minds,

To taste, to taste, to taste this wine,

You can't down it with your eyes,

So we don't need the headlines,

We don't need the headlines

We just want,

Sam ignored the rest of the song, pulling Bumblebee into the parking spot just in front of the bank. He shook his head, patting the steering wheel before he got out. "I'll be back in a few minutes Bumblebee." He assured the car, shutting the door and heading for the main entrance to the bank.

He walked inside, pulling out his ATM card as he started to head in it's general direction. He looked up, seeing that there was a man standing in front of it with a black bag at his side, the ATM screen showing some weird blue screen instead of it's normal black and orange one.

"Sorry kid," The man said. "Suckers out of order until I can figure out what happened to it. Just bring your card to the teller, she can help you out." He said, pointing to the tellers window. Sam nodded, turning around and filling out a 'funds withdrawal' form before taking his place in line.

He stood in line for a good ten minutes before finally making it to the front of the line.

xxxxxx Outside The Bank xxxxxx

Bumblebee sat, patiently waiting for his charge to come back out. The Autobot had occupied his time chatting with Ironhide about his charges of their communications network.

"You wouldn't believe it. But their little sparkling is already trying to say my name." Ironhide proclaimed, obviously proud to have such an effect on Will and Sara's daughter.

"What's this Ironhide; you actually sound happy for once."

"Watch it Youngling. Every old war dog has his day. Let me have mine in peace."

"Fair is fair." Bumblebee replied, a saying he had picked up from listening to all of Sam and Mikeala's 'arguments'. "Besides, you've come a long way. They can actually get the car seat in you without a fight anymore."

Ironhide grumbled over the comm. link. "Make fun of me all you want. I raised your sorry aft and did a damn good job too, if I don't say so myself."

"That was only because I could hide behind Optimus when Sideswipe and Sunstreaker pranked you."

"Don't think I didn't figure out who gave them the access codes to my quarters."

"Gee, wonder who would do such a thing like that."

"Don't play cute with me. I'm not Optimus, it doesn't work with me."

"Seemed to work with you when I was younger."

There was a pause. "Maybe... Ratchet was more hard-aft towards you then anyone else."

"Don't remind me... wait... Ironhide, I think I have a problem here..."

xxxxxx Inside The Bank xxxxxx

Sam handed the teller his slip, leaning on the counter as she checked it over. She signed her initials on the slip before running it through a machine. "So, what are your plans for today, Mr. Witwhicky?" She asked, politely making conversation while waiting for the computer to finish the transaction at hand.

"I'm going to the movies with my girlfriend." Sam said, grinning a little to himself and adding mentally; 'And my super advanced Japanese robot friend.'

The teller smiled back at him, laughing softly to herself. "Ah, I remember what it was like to be that age. It's been years since I've been able to just go out and enjoy the day. Always gotta do something, you know? Well, here you are, Mr. Witwhicky, you go and enjoy your date, okay? Have fun while your young." She laughed at herself a little again, handing over Sam's money and a confirmation of funds slip. Sam smiled and gave his thanks, turning around and heading for the door. He looked down to count his money and reach for the handle, looking up just as he hands touched the metal and then he froze.

Six men were heading towards the door. Each wearing black ski masks, body armor, and carrying what he could only guess were heavy assault rifles. They were too close for him to run to be and get away from they could open fire.

Before he knew it, he was face down on the ground, coughing violently after being punched in the stomach by one of them.

"Everybody down!" One of the robbers yelled, firing off AK-47 rounds into the ceiling.

"You blink funny, you die!" Another attacker yelled, throwing another customer to the ground before turning around and spotting the security guard kneeling on the ground with his hands up.

The poor guard didn't stand a chance. One of the attackers opened fire on him, his body falling a few inches away from Sam, dark red blood oozing out from the multiple bullet wounds he had suffered.

One of the attackers from now standing on the counter, pointing his rifle wildly at all of the tellers behind the counter. "You move, you die! Don't touch that button!"

Sam looked up a little and out the door, Bumblebee was still sitting in the parking lot. Sam didn't doubt for a second he wasn't contacting the others.

Everybody sing,

Like it's the last song you will ever sing,

Tell me, tell me do you feel the pressure now?

Everybody live,

Like it's the last day you will ever see,

Tell me, tell me, do you feel the pressure now?

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Chapter 1 - Complete

Song(s) used:

Born for This by Paramore