Transformers Page #10

Stand by! Set!

We're losing pressure!

The cryogenic system is failing!

We're losing NBE One!

Forty millimeter sabot rounds

on that table!

That's good. Get all the ammo you got.

Everything you can carry. Bring it.

You got to take me to my car.

You have to take me to my car.

He's gonna know what to do

with the Cube.

- Your car? It's confiscated.

- Then unconfiscate it.

We do not know what will happen

if we let it near this thing!

- You don't know.

- Maybe you know, but I don't know.

You just wanna sit here and wait

and see what happens?

I have people's lives at stake here,

young man.

Take him to his car!

Drop it.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Drop your weapon, soldier.

There's an alien war going on

and you're gonna shoot me?

You know, we didn't ask to be here.

I'm ordering you under S-Seven

executive jurisdiction.

Seven don't exist.

Right. And we don't take orders

from people that don't exist.

- I'm gonna count to five. Okay.

- Well, I'm gonna count to three.

- Simmons?

- Yes, sir?

I'd do what he says. Losing's really

not an option for these guys.

All right. Okay.

Hey, you want to lay the fate of the

world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool.

No, no!

Stop! You got to stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!

No, no, stop, stop, stop!

Let him go! Let him go!

Are you okay?

They didn't hurt you, right?

Listen to me. The Cube is here

and the Decepticons are coming.

No, no, don't worry about them.

They're okay. Right?

They're not gonna hurt you.

Just back up a little bit.

He's friendly. He's fine.

Okay, come on. Put the guns down.

They're not gonna hurt you.

Here, come with me.

I'm gonna take you to the All Spark.

Okay, here we go. He doing something.

He doing something.

Oh, my God.

Message from Starfleet, Captain.

Let's get to it.

He's right. We stay here, we're screwed

with Megatron in the other hangar.

Mission City is 22 miles away.

We're gonna sneak that Cube

out of here

and we're gonna hide it somewhere

in the city.

Good! Right.

But we cannot make a stand

without the Air Force.

This place must have some kind

of radio link!

- Yes. Shortwave, CB.

- Right, yes.

Sir, you got to figure out some way

to get word out to them. Let's move!

In the alien archive, sir!

- The alien...

- There's an old Army radio console.

- Will it work?

- Anything's possible!

- Did you see that...

- All right, Sam, get it in the car!

Mr. Secretary! Get our birds in the air.

When we get to the city,

we're gonna find a radio,

and I'll have Epps vector them in, okay?

Affirmative!

Warning! NBE One

cryo-containment failing.

Check that backup system!

The cryo's failing! You got to bump up

the cryo! The cryo's failing!

Come on! Get out of here!

Heads up! Look out!

Set a perimeter around

the yellow vehicle!

- This way, this way, this way!

- Up there! Let's go!

I am Megatron!

- The Cube's okay?

- Yeah, it's fine.

Well, put the seat belt on.

Pour it on him!

I live to serve you, Lord Megatron.

Where is the Cube?

The humans have taken it.

You fail me yet again, Starscream.

Get them!

Come on, Mags!

Over here, sir!

Give me a minute. Give me a minute.

Come to me, Maxwell, come to me.

Plugged in there.

- We're hot! We're live!

- Where are the mikes?

Mikes?

This doesn't work without mikes,

Simmons.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

Let's find them.

Kid, get in the chair!

Just get in the chair, all right?

- Okay, I'll sit. I'll sit.

- They steal everything out of this place.

How do we get the signal out?

How do we call the Air Force?

- Glen?

- Huh?

Can you hotwire this computer to

transmit a tone through the radio?

What good is that?

Morse code! You can use this

to transmit it through that!

Okay, I'll do it! Turn it around.

Okay, let's see.

Simmons, I need a screwdriver!

There's Optimus.

Almost done.

What the hell was that?

Barricade the door!

- Get something.

- Watch out!

Six, five, four, six, three.

Here! Put some rounds in!

Master search.

I got it! We're transmitting!

Send exactly what I say!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Burn, you little sucker! Burn!

"This is Defense Secretary Keller.

Get me NORTHCOM commander."

- Whoa!

- Whoa!

What was that?

Authenticate emergency action.

Blackbird 1195...

Sir, I have an authenticated

air strike order from Sec Def.

- No, no, no, no, no.

- What?

It's the same cop!

Block them, block them, block them.

Oh, my God.

Cool, Mom!

This is so not good.

He's behind the pillar!

- Shoot that mother...

- Maggie, cover fire!

It's the Air Force! They're responding!

Sucker, burn!

Oh, sh*t!

Yes! They're sending F-22s to the city!

Raptors, let's scramble,

scramble, scramble.

Strike and Dark Star roll call.

Looking out the right side.

Push to Kill Box One Alpha...

- Come on, let's go! Mount up!

- Move out! Move out! Go! Go!

Here, I got shortwave radios.

Wait. What am I supposed to

do with these?

Well, use them! It's all we got!

This is like RadioShack dinosaur radios

or something, man.

I'm only gonna get 20 or 30 miles

out of these things.

Are there any aircraft orbiting the city?

F-22 at 12:
00.

All right, I want planes for air cover

and get Black Hawks on station

to extract that Cube. You got it?

Air Force has arrived! Pop smoke!

Raptor, Raptor, do you copy?

We have you visual.

Green smoke is the mark.

Provide air cover and vector

Black Hawks for extraction.

It's Starscream!

Please tell me you copy.

Back up! Take cover! Bumblebee!

No, no, no, no, no! Move!

- Back up! Back up!

- Retreat! Fall back!

Incoming!

Anybody hurt? Everyone okay?

Clear the area!

Oh, my God.

Bumblebee? No. Your legs!

Your legs.

Here. Here, back, back, back, back!

You all right?

Please get up. Bumblebee? Get up!

Ratchet!

- What the hell was that?

- What are you talking about?

What do you mean, what am

I talking about? They shot at us!

F-22 pilots would never fly

below buildings.

That's alien. That ain't friendly!

You got to get up. You're okay.

You're okay.

Come on!

Army Black Hawk inbound

to your location. Over.

Alpha 273 degrees, 10 miles.

November Victor, 1.2 clicks north.

Move out! Let's go!

Let's go! Move!

I'm not gonna leave you.

Come on, Decepticon punk!

Oh, my God!

Concentrate your fire!

Come on. Come on.

Megatron!

It's Megatron! Retreat! Move! Fall back!

Fall back!

Get our guys out of the way!

Get out of here! Go!

Get them out of the buggy! Move out!

We need air cover down here now!

Sam, help me with this.

- That all you got, Megatron?

- Come here, little cretin.

You want a piece of me?

You want a piece?

No! I want two!

What's going on?

Sir! That tank thing's getting back up.

Oh, these things just don't die.

Oh, we're so dead.

- Wrap it around the head.

- Sam!

Where's the Cube?

- Right there.

- Okay.

And take that and wrap it around

the base and then put it

around his neck.

- Okay?

- Epps, get those Black Hawks here!

That building.

- Okay.

- What?

All right, I can't leave my guys back

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