When our ways crossed

Clint Walsh

Nat signed and closed her eyes, she had too... the devil damn these bots, they needed her help and she needed them to not only trust but also follow her. This would certainly gain their trust and based on how Prime and the others reacted... she had also won their curiosity and that might be in her favor later.

With another sign she opened her green eyes and looked at Prime.

" Okay then... I will help you storm KSI. "

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Nat's pov

I suddenly understood my brother's strange desire to wear white tuxedos only, I had seen him in a black tux of course, but if you asked him. He would use hours on complaining if he had to wear a black tux instead of a white one. The reason you might ask... he said the blacks were much more tight than the white ones, and I was starting to think he was right. Because right now I was wearing a black woman tuxedo and boy was this thing more tight than I had ever imagined.

Don't ask me how I got it, just accept it. I have powerful friends when it comes to get things fast.

" Ya ready love ?"

Crosshairs holoform 'Josh' asked as he pulled up to an entrance to KSI, I nodded as I one last time tried to pull at the bottom of the tux. Devil's broken horn this thing is annoying.

" I'm ready, tekst me when you guys decide to start ragnarok "

" Sure, just promise you'll call if ya need help getting out "

" Yeah yeah, of course I'll call, now go back to the others "

When Crosshairs was outta sight I turned towards the entrance. Here we fucking go...

" How can I assist you Miss ? " A woman asked with a wide smile, fake as hell.

I myself pulled off a bright fake smile, my green eyes glittering like pure emeralds surrounded by my raven black hair and the suit.

" Oh I'm here to see Clint Walsh "

She looked at her computer for a moment before returning to me,

" Can I have your name Miss ?"

" Regius. Nat Regius "

Again she looked back at the computer, I got a little worried when she didn't say anything, I should have been inside already ! Then she leaned back and smiled up at me.

" Yes, he should be at his desk right now, you go to the fourth floor and he should be at desk 16C section W "

" Thank you Miss, have a great day "

When the elevator door closed I was ready to gag at what I just did. Oh how I hated having to be nice, I was a nice person, but when I was forced to be nice I just hated it.

I was here, fourth floor, section W, desk 16C. As I looked around the desk table, I wasn't surprised to see it completely clean, not a single thing was out of place. OCD wasn't enough to describe what this man was suffering from, sometimes I felt bad for him, other times it was nice to have him clean everything up and sort it to the point where a perfectionist would be envious.

But of course the man wasn't there when I found his desk, so with a huff I slumped down in his chair waiting for him to come back.

After a couple of minutes, I heard footsteps and smiled spinning the chair around and sat in a classic villain pose. Leaned back and my legs crossed, the only thing missing was a cat.

" Hello Clint " I said with as deep a voice as I could make without breaking down in laugh. Said man froze mid movement, coffee mug at his lips, a stack of paper in his hand that he had currently been reading, and his yellow eyes started into nothing for a couple of moments, before he looked at me and relaxed a bit more.

He signed and turned halfway around covering his face with the paper,

" Don't fucking scare my like that..."

He mumbled and looked back at me with an accusing look, I smiled and rose from the chair holding my arms out and took a step towards him. He set the mug down and laid the paper nicely at the edge of the table before pulling me into a hug.

I sighed with relief when I gave him the hug, I loved being around Clint, he was one of the most kind and innocent people I have ever meet.

I leaned back and looked at him. He was way taller than me, around the same height as my brother, he had big friendly yellow eyes, the world's kindest smile, and short but thick sticky rust coloured hair. He had a slightly toned torso and strong arms under that rosa colored suit.

" It's so good to see you Clint "

I said and gave him a squeeze again, he chuckled softly and rubbed the side of his head over mine, slight purring as he did it.

With a smile he sat down in his chair and grabbed the papers he had before, I took his mug and sat on the table.

" It's nice to see you too dear, so what brings you here. Something happened at home ?"

He asked still looking at the paper holding a hand out for his mug that I gave to him.

" It's not at home that's the problem..."

" Huh.. where then ? Something happen to you ?"

" Only good things.. but something is about to happen tho "

He stopped reading the paper and looked up at me, putting the mug to the side and holding the paper in his lap. He raised a brow at me before speaking.

" What ?..."

I leaned closer and whispered to him,

" Remember that bugatti Seán and I was trying to buy ? "

" I do yes, it got stolen or something right..."

" Hmm more or less.. but I bought a corvette, and guess what, I found the bugatti and a camaro and a Oshkosh transport and a werston star. "

I smiled as he leaned back eyes narrow with wonder and concern, he knew that these exact vehicles where the little group of autobots. Why did he knew this, are you wondering maybe...

Well Clint is not human, but a big four winged dragon. He might have way too high stress levels and be the worst example of OCD that walked on this earth, but he was one of our greatest technician trained individuals. He had trackers on the whole pack and he knew what most of us where doing and where we would be.

" Well what are you gonna do with all these cars you have now ?" He asked and looked around shortly, if people caught on to what they really meant, they would have a problem.

Once again I leaned closer and whispered in his ear,

" I wanted to show them to you, so I brought them here "

Clint's eyes went wide as he realized what she had just said, he tensed up a little before he whispered yelled to her.

" No way ! You can't bring them here Nat !"

" I didn't make the choice, they did ! They should be in the basement at this very moment "

" What ! They are in the lab ?! Devil's horn Nat ! This is not anything near good "

And just as he had said that the building shook, making his yellow eyes go even wider.

He stood up abruptly and pulled a drawer open, the drawer filled with small bottles of pills. Black once and blue once and a very few green once, he put the bottles in his pockets and signed. Then he pulled an USB pen from the computer and took his coffee mug, spending a short moment to look at the rest of the coffee in it... before he poured it down and onto the keyboard. The computer began smoking and he grabbed my arm pulling me up and forced me to walk with him.

" This is bad Nat, You brought Prime here, that's just what they needed "

He sneered as we walked down the stairs instead of taking the elevator. I could hear people screaming and guns being fired, all the humans seemed to be at a state of kaos, Clint noticed it but kept walking, not really looking like one that cared at all.