She's dead: Day One.[Remastered]

Morning of the same day.

USA.

NEW YORK.

At Café Resto.

"..Your face is weird. Did a gal propose to you or what?"

Said a policeman to another as they were tasting pancakes that a beautiful maid made for them.

"It's your grinning face that's making me feel disgusted. Can't you leave the Mademoiselle alone? Your stares are killing her.."

Tried to explain the other policeman.

"Jem, you need to leave it alone. I am free to glare at any-fucking-one I want. This is a Free world.."

Jem, with his silky brown hair, patted his face before standing up.

"Brad, I've had enough of your bullshit man. You are going to get gang-bang by a bunch of women one day if you keep acting like a perverted.."

Brad, with his curly black hair, fingered Jem as this one left the Café.

Outside the Café.

As Jem got out of the Café, he heard the radio of his car running wild as messages from a robotic womanly voice announced a bank heist taki g place not far from his position.

As quick as he could, he started the engine of his ride and burned the tyre to the north of the city.

And in the shadow from behind, a safari waiting waiting...

As Jem arrived at the scene, he joined the other fellow officers as they all took cover behind their cars.

A mad mini version of megatron shooting at sight and spaaring no time for the surrounding for any rest.

Civilians stuck inside of the bank premises, the policemen couldn't act freely and waited for a cue somehow.

And when all hope seemed to be lost..

When the need for the autobots felt strong as they were powerless in front of the decepticons...

A safari car stopped close by, from which came out a tuxedo man.

Slicked back blond hair, an elite white 'DanielReCollection' suit, a black mika loafer spazzolato 38 and a electric smoke in the mouth.

Black eyes staring at the surprised decepticon, the officers used up the moment to rescue the civilians safely.

As the civilians were put to safety, the tuxedo man walked towards Jem who was still hiding behind a car, mesmerized by the situation.

"I apologize for the sudden appearance, Jeremiah Bell Witwicky. I was sent by your Father, The General Witwicky to ask for your assistance. May I have a moment of your time, please?"

Whispered the tuxedo man to Jem's ears.

The next move was Jem followimg the tuxedo man in the Safari as they headed straight to a desertic place.

"Just stay in the car, I don't want your uniform to catch some dirt.. I'll cut it staright to the chase. Approximately five-to-six months ago, Megatron showed his balls at the Musée du Louvre in France. Sources said that he showed up there with a woman riding his back. A blue-d hair woman who strangely ressembled your late sister. The thing is--Few of their conversations were intercepted despite the highly technologic frequency breaker.."

"What are you saying?"

Gulping down his saliva, Jem heard something he wished he wouldn't have.

"The All-Spark has been mentioned more than once. It would seem that an unknown force is prying its nose right when it shouldn't."

"You are kidding! That 'thing' disappeared along with Optimus Prime, it is impossible that they would bring it back up for no reason. Unless..."

Looking at the desertic desert of the horizon, the tuxedo man continued.

"Doc shared the same reaction but we can't deny this possibility. The Decepticon seemed to have found a way to bring The All-Spark back on Earth."

The tuxedo man broke it out so easily that Jem forgot to be shocked truthfully.

"There's more."

Preparing his ears to hearing more, Jem lost his beliefs in gods as the worst name in humans history were spelled.

"A name came up. We believe, as archived in by the ancestors decepticons of the time of The Fallen, that it is the Goddess that created Cybertron; Quintessa. It is very much appropriate to assume that she survived and is hiding somewhere on Earth. Thankfully, we've got a lead. We were hoping that Miss Theresay Osléo would've helped us. America is quite in a binge."

"I can put you through Buë, but I doubt she will help. I know her, unless she's got personal reasons to something, she won't even spare an eye on it."

The tuxedo man brushed his hair backwards as he grabbed a button-phone. As a chime resonated, the tuxedo man started the engine of his car.

"I have a feeling she won't ignore this."

NOW.

TEXAS.

37° 14′ 06″ north, 115° 48′ 40″ west.

General Witwicky's Personal Tent.

"You know what; I hate your kind.

The army dude explained as he cleaned the used-tools tainted of blood.

Before him, a teach naked and covered of brutal cuts. Whipped to sore skins. Blood leaking out of her body as if she was being juiced out. Concussion and fracture. Her toenails peeled off.

"Invading outher planets for bullshit reasons. Causing massive destruction. Letting crappy hatred be the reasons of a chaos. I hate you.."

Teach, weakened, could barely keep herself upright. Her body hanging to the side, she somehow managed to say a few words before collapsing for good.

"...i.. i... rea..y.. ... .. .. .. really.... don't.. kn..kn..--"

On the last stand of Teach, an honest woman who till the end, 'said the truth'.

Tears of blood flowing out of Michelle Ranna's eyes.

Nothing at that moment could describe what she went through.

Her body was damaged beyond surgical repairs.

Her mind, severed to the utmost limit.

She gave up on her life.

But hanged on to the truth.

"I really don't know..."--was what she wanted to say.

But then, 'something' attacked Zone 51.

~To Be Continued~