User blog:Spikewitwicky/February 14, 2016 - Spike's Journal Entry



So, my heart is still racing. I knew I was pushing it, time-wise, but I wanted to get some diplomatic stuff settled in D.C. before I head to Cybertron. Yes, the new President doesn't want to have anything to do with me, but he still wanted me to come there to give whoever is getting the position a debriefing. The "me" Spike would tell this person to eff off, but given the importance of Autobot.human contact, I played along.

I shouldn't have. I tried to brief the MacLeod administration (I didn't get to meet with anyone representing the MacLeod administration - they still want to save face, so I met with an administrative assistant). She kept asking questions. And I knew I was on a curfew. And it was getting closer and closer to 9 p.m.

Finally, I had to end the conversation, and haul aft out of D.C. before the curfew was imposed. And I did it. I got out of the city limites. But they didn't seem to care. Because on the outskirts, I was pulled over by two Cobra agents. And I guess this is what happens when you live with the Autobots for nearly 30 years. If it were Frenzy, I would have most likely tried to get away, and even get him in a position where the Autobots would come in. But when a human is pointing a sub-machine gun in my face - I froze. I didn't say anything. It was like being pulled over. But by a VERY imposing officer. I also thought that since I'm due to be on Cybertron in a day - I didn't want to blow my chance of getting to Cybertron by not being able to get on a shuttle...because I was in detention or jail. So, I just sat there. They eventually gave me my ID back, and sent me on my way, but not before lecturing me to pay more attention to curfew. This is what it's like living under Cobra-occupied America. I don't like it in the least. I don't like Cobra. But I HATE the Decepticons. So, I did what I could to get out of there. Which was nothing. Just a lot of "yes sirs" and "no sirs" and "thank you, sirs".