Transformers Prime Smokescreen Prime Novels & Stories

He wasted no time as he rushed out of his hideout into his car and sped off. " Im not losing you again Lucy. Not now, not ever".He screamed frustratedly in his car and voilated all road traffics to reach the airport. He went directly into the staff departmet, not being bothered because every one knew who he was. Duncan industries was the biggest in all of America. " Find Asra Brunette. Make it quick".He ordered th technicians in the control room. They all trembled upon sensing his dark aura. A technician immediately inputed the name and covered his face with his hands.

"You're right. I was nothing but a smokescreen—a scapegoat, if you will." My voice sent shivers down his stiffened spine. "However, it was never to shield you. Rather, I was the perfect smokescreen to shield the Carozza Famiglia from all legal risks in their takeover of the Zappa Famiglia." Anna stopped struggling on the ground as her voice shook in disbelief. "That's… That's impossible…" I stood up and looked at them again. "The game was already over from the moment you both decided to take advantage of me."

The study is nothing like the rest of the penthouse. It’s darker, more enclosed, the walls lined with shelves full of books that don’t look decorative. Hardcovers with worn spines. Titles that suggest strategy, history, economics. The desk is heavy wood, solid and unadorned, its surface neat to the point of severity. Papers are stacked in precise piles. A leather notebook lies open beside a crystal tumbler, amber liquid catching the light. And next to it, unmistakable even at a glance, is a gun.

the Prime said. He raised his cane and fired a beam of red energy. Dr. Aris didn't even have time to scream. He was turned into a pile of grey ash instantly. I grabbed the laser scalpel from the table and stood in front of Elle. My heart was pounding, but the revenge in my soul was stronger than the fear. "Where are Bryan and Jane?" I asked. The Prime smiled, and his mouth opened far too wide. Inside, his teeth were made of solid silver.

Papa had bought Reece a brand new white F-350 to commemorate his big day and his little boy had become a married man made him proud. The men helped Valiant into the truck and they strapped in Regal while Reece hopped up into the driver's seat. The photographers released the drone to take a picture of them sitting high in this big truck on a beautiful day when it fell suddenly from the sky.

“Gate’s durability 49% remaining!” “Trust me, we’ll get it done, dad.” Said the leader. The Commander didn’t answer it for a while. “Throw two WP-Smoke out of the gate, let the smoke screen last for 5 second then open the gate.” Said the Commander. “Yes, Sir.” WP-Smoke throwed and slowly create a smoke screen that disturbing the Fluxters on the ground. “I don’t believe you would say that.” Said another Herrscher. “I don’t want actually.” Said the leader.

The provisional council chamber beneath the rebuilt Apex tower had transformed into a theater of controlled terror. The long table, once a symbol of fragile democracy, now served as Prime’s stage for interrogation. Clone-Prime sat at its head, wearing Damian’s face with the cold precision of a mask carved from ice. His black suit was impeccable, open collar revealing the faint scar that mirrored the original, but the eyes held none of the fire that had defined Damian through every hell they had survived. They were empty. Calculating. Hungry for the destruction he had planned all along.

The prairie is every bit as dangerous as the sea, and here, sharks hide in every shadow. The scent of smoke hits my lungs, and I slow, lifting my head to take a deep breath. Something is on fire. I come to a stop and inhale a few more times. The scent of burning timber registers. This isn’t a grass fire. It smells like the forest after a lightning strike. But there is no forest near us. It has to be a structure fire. Another whiff brings the milder scent of burning leather–and then a fainter note of fur and flesh. “What is that?” Kan asks through the mind-link.

“—see what I see?” Instead of answering, Hail wheeled around. There were about ten Wielders who were looking at Z, some of them were staring out of vain curiosity, while some were able to see through the odd transition of her skin. Gently waving his hand in the air, smokes issued from it, spreading from the space, filling the gap until it trapped the ten Wielder in a barrier made of smoke. It would, in the meantime, keep them from seeing anything while the smoke worked in tampering the memories of what they’d seen.

“You don't have to be a prude, Preppy.” “I'm not a prude,” he passed the blunt, blowing smoke into the air. He shifted his weight, holding up what was left in the small pouch, “and what's with the lube?”