Crosshairs Transformers 4 Novels & Stories

PERIMETER DEFENSE FACTORY UNIT 04: ACTIVATING. ​From the shadows of the assembly walls, four massive, wall-mounted automated dual-barrel security turrets hummed to life, their heavy steel barrels rotating downward with a series of sharp, metallic clicks as they locked their targeting reticles straight onto Vivian's chest. ​"Vivian! The turrets!" Evelyn shrieked, instantly dropping to her knees behind a rusted crate of iron scrap as the targeting lasers painted long, lethal red lines across the floor.

Adrien shoved Ryan down just as the main transformer blew, showering them with debris. Smoke filled the room. The laptop screen shattered, the voice cutting off mid-sentence. Adrien coughed, pulling Ryan up. “You hit?” Ryan shook his head, eyes wide. “No You?” “I’m fine.” He glanced at the wreckage. “He’s not here Just another layer.” Ryan stared at him. “He rigged this whole place just to make a point?” Adrien’s expression hardened. “Not a point” He reached for the fallen relay device, its light still flickering weakly. The code looping across the cracked screen wasn’t random this time. It was coordinates again but these ones came with a timestamp.

This was a pack protecting its heart. "You thought the Arch was soft?" Lucien growled, his fist connecting with an assassin’s helmet with the force of a hydraulic press. "You thought the dress made her a target?" The battle lasted exactly forty-two seconds. It was a display of absolute, unmitigated violence. The Quads didn't just stop the threat; they erased it. Xander turned toward the last assassin, who was frantically trying to recalibrate his phase-shifter. Xander’s hand, now a massive, golden-furred claw, closed around the man's chest piece. The metal groaned and crumpled. Xander didn't snarl; his silence was more terrifying.

draining his energy, turning his immortal fire into raw wattage. The power output was being calculated on a screen above me in real-time, the math of his suffering displayed in cold, green symbols: $$\Phi_{Source} = \oint \frac{\Psi_{King}}{\Delta_{Grief}} \cdot \sqrt{\text{Interface}_{Elara}}$$ The more I suffered, the more energy they could pull from him. I was the "Transformer," the one who converted his shadow into their light. "Elara? Can you hear me?"

I called out, my voice small and terrified. There was no answer. I waded through the muck, my hands digging into the charred remains of the ivory petals. I pulled back a layer of smoking fiber, and there, lying in the center of the wreckage, was Xander. He was alive, but he was changed. The orange brand was gone, but in its place, right over his heart, was a singular, glowing mark: a circle with thirteen points. He had taken the Fourteenth’s mark, but he had grounded it. He had turned the hive-mind’s power into a human pulse.

Eva managed to stand up despite her sore body, her determination unwavering. "We must not allow it to be victorious," she declared with a determined voice. "We must ensure the artifact is kept safe." Xander gave a nod, his eyes filled with the same determination. "We're a team." Merging their strength and light, they created a powerful beam that hit the shadowy figure. It released a scream of agony, its shape wavering and becoming unsteady. With one last, frantic leap, they brought down the figure, causing its black energy to vanish into the atmosphere.

Grand City was indeed quite eerie and mysterious. When Harvey was thinking about how much of this was Camellia's scheme, he heard the rumble of engines coming from the distance. A pickup truck that was equipped like an armored vehicle, with branches and grass camouflaging it, slowly appeared from afar. There were quite a few people on its roof with crossbows in their hands. The moment they saw Harvey, they did not hesitate to raise the crossbows in their hands and fire at Harvey. Boom! Boom! Boom! The moment the bolts hit the ground, they instantly exploded into a burst of fire and light. The powerful shockwave was enough to make Harvey squint his eyes.

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

My hands were encased in latex gloves, my heavy canvas trauma kit resting against my thigh, and my 9mm loaded with the jacketed hollow-points Ruan had given me for the dawn. "They’ve initiated the targeting sequence, Matriarch," Jax’s voice crackled through the static of my ear-comm, his breathing fast and shallow from his vantage point atop the crane controls. "The forward batteries are drawing power from the main reactor. We’ve got less than four minutes before the first high-explosive shell turns this pier into a memory." "They won't get the shot off, Jax," a voice growled from the darkness beside me.

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############