Medical Assistance.

Chapter five.

De-coding.

A certain tactician sat at his desk studying the paper work that lay before, background checks, medical charts, birth certificate and apparently a death certificate certifying Treya's 'death. That Prowl couldn't figure out, why Sector seven would file a death certificate to someone who is most defiantly alive. That was one of the things that bothered him, along with the Medical charts Ratchet had sent him. The code on back Treya's neck confirmed everything Ratchet had said, whilst browsing through the files the code brought up in the Sector seven main frame. Currently he was trying to pin point that last known date Sector Seven were there hopefully leading to some proof they were still around.

"Now what is this we have here?" Prowl wondered as he opened a file title Simmons.

Project Nova, is currently un-dependable. She holds no keys or no known existence or 'talents with the liquidised Allspark energy we've placed in side of her. So far all it has led is for her health to deteriorate and her senses to heighten, which I believe is not a big deal. My colleagues however believe otherwise, but this is my project and I will have it terminated. Simmon's find enclosed my daughter's main details along with key details to the black market.

Lucas. P. Stevens.

Prowl stared at the signature at the bottom of the email, Lucas was Treya's father. Scanning through the rest of the folders contents Prowl found it contained emails sent to Simmons by Lucas. Opening the last email dated only eight months ago, Prowl sighed when it turned out to be Audio instead of literature. He always did prefer reading over watching. The screen remained black for a while until the picture of a rundown motel room appeared with an aged man facing the screen. His hair was grey and his eyes were hollow, a scar ran across his left eye and over his nose. He was dressed in all black and the room contained very little light.

Project termination is out of the question, I am shutting this programme down so far my current situation has become know to the German army. Action has been taken and I am cutting off all contact. If I find by any means you have terminated Treya I will blow your project out of the water and land you permanently in jail. You have been warned Simmon's, do not go overboard this programme is over...wait what was that? Who is there?

The scene changed and the door behind the man flew of the hinges, what looked like Military personal stormed into the room. Lucas fired upon them taken several men down until he took a shot in his chest and shoulder. The shooting stopped as another man stepped into the room and walked towards Lucas.

"This project is far from over, your daughter shall pay for your treachery and I shall see to it that it is done personally."

"You won't get away with this Simmons, all this will come out and you will be ruined." Lucas gasped.

"Ah but you see, I will be president by the time that happens especially with all the information I have at my disposal."

With that said the man turned away and a shot sounded throughout the room as Lucas fell dead on the floor. The other man turned around to face the camera and Prowl recognised his face instantly from the information he had been given. Reggie Simmon's was indeed still alive and was now staring right at him. It took a few seconds for Prowl to realised it was stated a few months ago and quickly breathed a quick sigh of relief. That was until Simmon's put his finger to his mouth and mimicked the sign for silence.

"That was freaky." Sideswipe shook as Prowl showed the other Autobot's what he had stumbled across.

"You don't think he knows do you." Bluestreak said dumbly.

"You shouldn't even be up, how Ratchet let you out early I do not know." Prowl sighed.

"Something about how I was getting on his nerves."

"After the damage you received on your arrival here, I really couldn't blame him." Optimus joked.

"And there's me thinking ya don't make jokes Optimus." Sunstreaker added.

"Autobot's let's focus here, Reggie Simmon's is still out there and I believe when he figures out about Treya he will come looking for her. We all know Simon's knows how to take you down and the last thing we need is one of you becoming an experiment with Sector seven." John Keller informed.

"Where is the old doc anyway?" Sideswipe asked.

"He's watching Treya." Prowl replied.

"Then what's 'hide doin' with her." Blue' said indicating to the camera screen behind the tactician.

Turning Prowl frowned when he saw Treya with the weapon specialist and as if on due a curse of panic filled the air from a now frantic CMO. Optimus sighed as John laughed along with Sideswipe, Prowl groaned and headed out of the room only to have Ratchet plough right into him.

"Primus Prowl watch where the frag you're going?" Ratchet snapped.

"Ratchet calm down, you have no reason to worry."

"I have every reason to worry, Treya is gone and she..."

"She is in Ironhide's hands." Prowl finished.

"SHE'S WHAT!!"

Prowl flinched from Ratchet's yell and turned away quickly, when he turned back Ratchet had Prowl pinned against the wall with an evil look in his optics. The tactician was shocked for a short time only to have that shock turn to anger as he glared back at the CMO. Ratchet's grip tightened on the Datsun's shoulders making Prowl glare even harder.

"Where...The...Frag...Are...They?" Ratchet growled.

"Armoury." Prowl stated quickly, shocked by the anger behind Ratchet's tone.

With that said the Autobot medic let go and stormed down the corridor towards Ironhide's location, Prowl went to shout something after him only to find it to be completely pointless. Sideswipe appeared beside him with a smug look on his face plates and folded his arms.

"One word Sideswipe and I swear I will lock you in the brig for so long you will forget how to count." Prowl threatened as he walked off.

"Did we miss something?" Sunstreaker mumbled.

"Ratchet seemed pissed; I mean he's never snapped at Prowl like that before." Sideswipe said.

"Let's go eavesdrop."

"Why beloved brother of mine I believe that to be quite un-appropriate." Sideswipe joked.

"As if you fraggin' care." Sunstreaker snorted as he walked off, Sideswipe nodded and followed after him.

"Where we not meant to be looking for Treya." Sideswipe asked.

"Why when she's clearly with Ironhide." Sunstreaker replied.

"True but Ratchet will freak when he finds out won't he."

"At least we'll be well prepared."

Armoury.

Ironhide stepped back as the door to the armoury burst open revealing a pissed of CMO, the weapon specialist stared dumbly at Ratchet. The medic glared as he started towards the dark Mech, his gaze darkening. The CMO scanned the area for Treya only to find her hiding behind Ironhide's canon, her terrified eyes peering out at him. Ratchet's gaze softened immediately as he shook his head and calmed himself.

"You okay doc'?" Ironhide asked cautiously.

"Just hand Treya over, you could have at least told me she was here." Ratchet grumbled as he held out his hand.

"Their fighting over me." Treya giggled to herself. "Well this is new, kinda."

"Treya come on, it's time for your check up." Ratchet said calmly.

The purple haired female smiled up at the weapon specialist and kissed his canon before climbing onto Ratchet open hand. Ironhide smiled as he felt his arm fell funny; naturally he had discovered it to what the human's called goose bumps after Annabelle, Lennox's daughter, had done the same.

Medical bay.

"Ratchet are you mad at me." Treya spoke quietly.

"No I'm not mad at you, why did you leave the medical bay anyway." Ratchet replied as he looked down at her.

"There was a man with red hair; he was one of the guys that hurt me. He...He just appeared out of nowhere, I had to get away to escape him." Treya explained.

"Ah well I'm sure we'll find him if he is still on the base." Ratchet said just as the medical bay doors opened.

"That's him." Treya screamed as a red headed man escorted by a blonde one entered the room.

"You have got to be kidding me." Ratchet groaned. "Sideswipe cut the holo-form off."

"Aww man your no fun." The red head mumbled as the holo-form fizzled out.

"Where did he go?" Treya panicked as she searched the room.

"He did not go anywhere." Sideswipe said dramatically as he poked his head through the door way.

"Ratchet now I'm confused." Treya babbled.

"We Autobot's, as I have explained before, have what you call Holo-forms enabling us to loo human." Ratchet explained.

"You mean shrink."

"Explain."

"To be made smaller, to not be so damn tall...To shrink." Treya grumbled, currently the lack of sleep was not getting to her.

"Ah...Well yes you could look at it that way, but unfortunately you have nothing to fear from Sideswipe and his brother except a few pranks. But hopefully they have some sense in them to know otherwise." Ratchet warned as he raised a wrench.

"Ah you know me Ratchet; I can't resist a good prank." Sideswipe laughed.

"And you know I can't resist throwing this wrench at you if you don't get the pit out of my Medical bay."

"You know you love us Ratchet."

"Ignore my idiot brother." Sunstreaker stated to Treya. "He was dropped on his a few times.

"That explains a lot." Treya giggled.

"Out, out now. I don't have time to stand for your nonsense. Sunstreaker make your brother busy and for primus sake wipe that glare of your face plates. Now...Get the frag out."

With that said Ratchet pushed the twins out of the Medical bay and locked the door, sighing he turned around only to find Treya watching him. To the CMO she looked in thought which he had figured out was not always a good thing.

"So this shrinking thing..."Treya started again.

Prowls office.

A proud smile was on his face as he hacked into Sector sevens main frame, so far the code on the back of Treya's neck had brought up more than just her details. Prowl had discovered emails, CCTV footage, medical records, Deliveries made along with the Organisation bank account. But one thing he didn't get was why they would mark that code on her neck if it would bring up all this evidence against them. It didn't make sense to the tactician but that was until he clicked on the next thing he brought up. This made whatever hope and pride he had left, suddenly drain from his face.

A/N

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