Enemy In The shadows
The intense, blood-red eyes bore into me, as if peering directly into my soul, while the sand continued to whirl around, reflecting the frog's turbulent emotions.
Quietly, I stood there, locked in a gaze with the frog, our eyes meeting for a few fleeting seconds. Then, the glow in its eyes vanished, and the swirling sand gradually ceased its frantic dance.
Once again, the formidable frog stood before me, its yellow sand-colored body devoid of emotion.
"You may have gained a new ability, I don't know. But now, you have set yourself against an enemy far stronger than me," it warned.
My eyebrows furrowed slightly, an urge to ask for clarification tugging at me, but I restrained myself. Deep down, I knew the frog wouldn't reveal any further information.
And my intuition proved correct. The frog's body began to dissolve into sand, carried away by the wind, leaving behind only the hood of my car buried under a mound of sand.
A sigh escaped my lips as I began walking towards the car. Thoughts of the impending threat loomed in my mind, wondering what kind of monster awaited me, but I halted my train of thought.
"There is no point," I thought, realizing that stressing about it served no purpose. My only option now was to complete the SES Project within a few days.
With a calm mind, I resumed my walk toward the car, climbed inside, and drove away from Grandpa Jay's house. As I left, the main door closed behind me, and the front gates swung open.
I drove through the gates, catching a glimpse of the neighbor observing my departure. Our eyes briefly met before I accelerated, heading straight to the underground base.
...
It took me three hours of driving to reach the base again, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated by the time wasted on the road. I realized I needed a faster mode of transportation as I stepped out of my car.
Walking towards the center of the brightly lit bunker level, A collection of Similar cylinders in the back, their glass surfaces covered in a smoky haze, making it impossible to see inside.
I glanced at the circular table in the center, featuring a meticulously designed white leather chair that I had specially ordered from Italy for its top quality.
Taking a seat in the chair, I exhaled deeply as I felt my body comfortably sink into the warm chair preparing myself for the task at hand.
My gaze shifted to the empty table before me, and I placed my index finger upon its surface. A brief moment passed in silence, and then a ring of green light circled around, fading away. In the next instant, multiple files appeared before me.
I examined the file names, realizing they were related to the SES Project. Organizing them in order, I began delving into the depths of the files, hoping to create the serum within a day or two, while also planning to construct a machine that would administer the serum.
Although the machine might not be as sophisticated as the one used for Captain Roger, I knew it was necessary to enhance my capabilities.
Working diligently, I immersed myself in the formulas of the serum, day turning into night as I made progress.
...
High up in the sky, an official United States airplane soared, carrying important personnel, including the President himself. Unbeknownst to them, a certain transformer named Frenzy had infiltrated the plane, its tiny form slithering stealthily through the aisles.
With its jittery body and faint noises, Frenzy made its way to the server room of the plane. It approached a server port, scanning its surroundings before inserting a USB cable from its hand into the port.
In an instant, a barrage of documents flashed across the screen, revealing various projects such as the Ice Man Project, Archibald Witw
icky, and even Sam Witwicky himself. Yet, Frenzy continued searching, its relentless pursuit of a specific target.
Suddenly, the server room door swung open, and armed men in black suits stormed in. Frenzy hesitated for a moment, but then swiftly disconnected the USB, which was a part of its body, and attempted to escape.
Unfortunately, it was caught in the act, forcing Frenzy to engage in a skirmish with the men in black suits.
As the plane landed on the ground, Frenzy seized the opportunity and leaped into a police car, camouflaging itself amidst the other patrol vehicles. The driver, flickering as a hologram, provided Frenzy with a means of escape.
The driver or rather the car being none other than the Decepticon Barricade.
Frenzy spoke in the language barricade understood informing of how there target to finding Megatron location is through Archibald living decendant, Sam Witwicky as he has the glasses according to the Ebay picture Frenzy showed to Blackout.
...
Back in the base, James continued his work on the serum, engrossed in his task, when Jarvis's voice resonated in his ears.
"Sir, the government's database has been hacked. It's difficult to determine the language used in the hacking. Would you like me to analyze it?" Jarvis offered.
Lost in his thoughts, James initially brushed it off, aware that Frenzy's intrusion had caused a significant shift. But then he stopped himself, realizing that killing Blackout had likely altered the course of events.
"I've changed the plot by eliminating Blackout. Something must have changed," James pondered, instructing Jarvis to determine the language used in the hacking attempt.
Enemy In The shadows
The intense, blood-red eyes bore into me, as if peering directly into my soul, while the sand continued to whirl around, reflecting the frog's turbulent emotions.
Quietly, I stood there, locked in a gaze with the frog, our eyes meeting for a few fleeting seconds. Then, the glow in its eyes vanished, and the swirling sand gradually ceased its frantic dance.
Once again, the formidable frog stood before me, its yellow sand-colored body devoid of emotion.
"You may have gained a new ability, I don't know. But now, you have set yourself against an enemy far stronger than me," it warned.
My eyebrows furrowed slightly, an urge to ask for clarification tugging at me, but I restrained myself. Deep down, I knew the frog wouldn't reveal any further information.
And my intuition proved correct. The frog's body began to dissolve into sand, carried away by the wind, leaving behind only the hood of my car buried under a mound of sand.
A sigh escaped my lips as I began walking towards the car. Thoughts of the impending threat loomed in my mind, wondering what kind of monster awaited me, but I halted my train of thought.
"There is no point," I thought, realizing that stressing about it served no purpose. My only option now was to complete the SES Project within a few days.
With a calm mind, I resumed my walk toward the car, climbed inside, and drove away from Grandpa Jay's house. As I left, the main door closed behind me, and the front gates swung open.
I drove through the gates, catching a glimpse of the neighbor observing my departure. Our eyes briefly met before I accelerated, heading straight to the underground base.
...
It took me three hours of driving to reach the base again, and I couldn't help but feel frustrated by the time wasted on the road. I realized I needed a faster mode of transportation as I stepped out of my car.
Walking towards the center of the brightly lit bunker level, A collection of Similar cylinders in the back, their glass surfaces covered in a smoky haze, making it impossible to see inside.
I glanced at the circular table in the center, featuring a meticulously designed white leather chair that I had specially ordered from Italy for its top quality.
Taking a seat in the chair, I exhaled deeply as I felt my body comfortably sink into the warm chair preparing myself for the task at hand.
My gaze shifted to the empty table before me, and I placed my index finger upon its surface. A brief moment passed in silence, and then a ring of green light circled around, fading away. In the next instant, multiple files appeared before me.
I examined the file names, realizing they were related to the SES Project. Organizing them in order, I began delving into the depths of the files, hoping to create the serum within a day or two, while also planning to construct a machine that would administer the serum.
Although the machine might not be as sophisticated as the one used for Captain Roger, I knew it was necessary to enhance my capabilities.
Working diligently, I immersed myself in the formulas of the serum, day turning into night as I made progress.
...
High up in the sky, an official United States airplane soared, carrying important personnel, including the President himself. Unbeknownst to them, a certain transformer named Frenzy had infiltrated the plane, its tiny form slithering stealthily through the aisles.
With its jittery body and faint noises, Frenzy made its way to the server room of the plane. It approached a server port, scanning its surroundings before inserting a USB cable from its hand into the port.
In an instant, a barrage of documents flashed across the screen, revealing various projects such as the Ice Man Project, Archibald Witw
icky, and even Sam Witwicky himself. Yet, Frenzy continued searching, its relentless pursuit of a specific target.
Suddenly, the server room door swung open, and armed men in black suits stormed in. Frenzy hesitated for a moment, but then swiftly disconnected the USB, which was a part of its body, and attempted to escape.
Unfortunately, it was caught in the act, forcing Frenzy to engage in a skirmish with the men in black suits.
As the plane landed on the ground, Frenzy seized the opportunity and leaped into a police car, camouflaging itself amidst the other patrol vehicles. The driver, flickering as a hologram, provided Frenzy with a means of escape.
The driver or rather the car being none other than the Decepticon Barricade.
Frenzy spoke in the language barricade understood informing of how there target to finding Megatron location is through Archibald living decendant, Sam Witwicky as he has the glasses according to the Ebay picture Frenzy showed to Blackout.
...
Back in the base, James continued his work on the serum, engrossed in his task, when Jarvis's voice resonated in his ears.
"Sir, the government's database has been hacked. It's difficult to determine the language used in the hacking. Would you like me to analyze it?" Jarvis offered.
Lost in his thoughts, James initially brushed it off, aware that Frenzy's intrusion had caused a significant shift. But then he stopped himself, realizing that killing Blackout had likely altered the course of events.
"I've changed the plot by eliminating Blackout. Something must have changed," James pondered, instructing Jarvis to determine the language used in the hacking attempt.
