Transformers Prime Agent Fowler Novels & Stories

The moment of truth. My fingers were inches from the chip when the entire wall of windows behind Jeff exploded inwards. The world dissolved into a shower of screaming glass and roaring wind. A sleek, black aerial drone hovered where the window had been, its weapons systems humming with lethal intent. Standing in the jagged opening, silhouetted against the city lights, was Prime. Her obsidian eyes glinted, and her voice cut through the chaos, cold and absolute. “The emotional compromise is complete,” she stated, her rifle rising again, not toward me, but toward Jeff. “Targeting the architect. Eliminating the corruption at its source.”

“I’m dead certain! She attended a major event at Coastrock City today, and our men noticed her. They even got a picture of her.” Emotions were brewing behind his golden-framed glasses. He said, “Send me the picture.” Peter said, “I have already sent the picture to you, and our men reported that Ms. Fowler attended the event on behalf of the Sagers. She should be going back there to work.” “Good. Keep watching. Inform me at once if there’s anything else.” “Yes, sir.” The call ended. Before John could return to the room, he already received the picture Peter send him.

Fowler finally said something He was already up from his seat,he was close to where we were standing,he nudged me and we left Rogers house but not without me sparing a glance at his stance by the door. “I already got his picture”Fowler said immediately we got back to my car All I needed to do now was to get the picture to the Nun,that was exactly what I did,the Nun texted back immediately and told me it was him. “Fowler,I need a Favor”I said to him He was looking at me like he knew what I was about to say to him. “You need me to get you a stalker?Fowler asked. I nodded,he knew me more than I would like to admit,that was fair because I rarely open up to anyone.

The horizon dims, twilight clinging to the field long after sunrise. The first stranger arrives at noon. He's human, or close enough-a man in a tattered lab coat, his skin etched with glowing circuitry. He collapses at the edge of camp, clutching a device that hums with Arbor Prime static. Ravel drags him to the fire, her crossbow trained on his throat. "Who are you?" she demands. The man's pupils flicker, mechanical. **"Designation: Dr. Ephraim Voss. Last surviving architect of the Arbor Prime's cradle."**

“Something worthy of your psychological evolution. After all, simple trauma repetition would be…unimaginative.” “He’s stalling,” Carter muttered to the technicians. “Keep tracing.” “But before we proceed,” Krane added, “a small demonstration of our reach.” He consulted a tablet off-screen. “Agent Fowler—the technician to your left—has a daughter named Emily at Princeton. She’s in her biochemistry lab right now, isn’t she? And Agent Cooper’s mother is currently in physical therapy at Mercy Hospital. Room 412.” The named agents blanched. Carter immediately ordered them to verify their family members’ safety.

The seats molded automatically around her shape when she sat down. The taller man the one who’d spoken first sat across from her, visor retracting with a hiss. His face was older than she expected, weathered but steady. There was something tired behind his eyes, the kind of exhaustion that didn’t come from lack of sleep but from seeing too much. “Name’s Agent Keiran,” he said. “This is Agent Sol.” Clara said nothing. Her gaze was fixed on the scanner in Sol’s hand. The words still pulsed faintly THIRTEEN-A: ACTIVE.

My chief spoke up, “Agent Stevenson, this is Agent Morris. He has recently transferred from the Los Angeles branch and will be joining our team.” I turned to shake hands with the man beside me, everything my chief was saying seemed to fade into the background. My breath hitched for a moment. What The Fuck?! What is he doing here? He turned towards me and extended his hand,his expression was unreadable.Either the bastard had forgotten me, or he knew I was working here. I would go with the latter option.I quickly masked my expression before taking his hand. No need to dig up old skeletons of the past. “Agent Stevenson,” he said, his voice calm and hard.

If he recognized me, I might have been killed instantly… Ravyn hurriedly thought as the upset Donkey executive held ten sickles in his other hand. But before he could take one step closer to the girl, a man fired an air projectile at Fowler and sent him backward. Putter, a lime-green-haired man in a brown AB trainee outfit, shows up. ###### Inside the mothership ‘Othello’, the location of the Airburst Headquarters, floating above the clouds…

[OFFICIAL SUMMONS: AEGIS ELITE PILOT PROGRAM] [RECIPIENT: REN WALKER (USER: WRAITH)] [SENDER: MINISTRY OF DEFENSE - TACTICAL OPERATIONS COMMAND] Mr. Walker. We have been quietly monitoring your combat telemetry and neural-sync rates within the Aegis Online public servers for the past six months. Your tactical efficiency, spatial awareness, and precision under extreme duress are unparalleled. The government is currently recruiting the top 0.01% of users for a highly classified, specialized defense initiative.

They all smiled warmly and welcomed me to the organization. " Hey ! This is Felicity. She's the one I told you guys about," Ava said, gesturing towards me. "Ah, yes, the new recruit," replied a man with a stern expression. "I'm Agent Smith, the security director of this facility." "I'm Agent Jones, the head of research and development," said a woman with short blonde hair. "And I'm Agent Brown, the head of operations," said a man with a shaved head. I awkwardly waved at them, not sure what to say. I felt like I was in the presence of superheroes.