Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 4Bluestreak would've been smirking right now if he could. In a way, he felt bad for leaving Mirage to handle the wild case of Myra Daniels but then again - he didn't have to feel sorry for his friend either. As he drove through the underground tunnel, he could hear the faint voices of his teammates, but there was something different in their tones. Something was up...
He came around the corner only to see their medic pacing in front of the wall mounted screen muttering. The Mustang transformed to his normal height and began to rotate his shoulders, rubbing out the sore cables. "Did someone pull a prank on Ratchet and put his wrenches in the pipes? ... Again." Bluestreak asked, glancing over to Arcee and Bulkhead.
The smaller femme snorted. "If only that was the case."
Bluestreak walked over to the blue femme and green mech, leaning against the wall. He looked over to their medic who continued to pace and mutter at the monitor. "What's got Ratchet's tailpipe in a twist?
Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 2The next morning, Erica lay dozing in her bed, curled comfortably under her covers while Chance was buried next to Erica's stomach. The girl's arm was draped over her companion's body, fingers idly stroking at black and white fur. Eyes barely open, Erica heard footsteps at her bedroom door and giggling. The blonde shifted her body and pushed herself into a sitting position as the door was slowly pried open.Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two brown heads peered around the door, green eyes locking onto the girl in the bed. The two little girls, Grace and Addie, crept into the room and with a squeal, jumped onto Erica's bed, surprising Chance from his slumber and nearly throwing him off the bed. The dog slipped off his master's bed and trotted to his normal dog bed, curling back up and falling asleep.
"Morning Erica!" The twin girls shouted.
Tired and groggy, Erica rubbed at her face, trying to get the sleep out of her eyes. She let out a loud yawn and tossed her head back on
Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 3There was no denying of how boring history class could be, especially with the windows wide open and the cool breeze shifting through. Several students were drifting off, tilting their heads to the side and trying to catch some extra snoozes. Again, this was Jasper High School. No doubt that anyone would want to fall asleep in Ms. Riker's World History class. Well, minus Erica. Her hand was scribbling across the page, writing down the notes that were presented on the slide while their teacher, Ms. Riker, was motioning to the screen. Being the labeled athlete and hard-working student, Erica was always the one to receive the greatest of grades... in this case, the "A".Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 33 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sitting in his newly assigned seat, Jesse was skimming through the pages of his book and frowned when he saw the aftermath of 9/11. He remembered seeing Erica wearing a pair of dog tags but he was not quite sure of how she got them. But then, he realized something. She lost her father two months af
TFP: Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap.1The birds were chirping softly in their cozy nests. Their whistling was bright, cheerful, and sang of new delight and that spring was on the way. A mother robin flew down from her perch on a telephone pole and landed on the nest where her babies were twittering. The young robins lowered their song as their mother snuggled herself over the birds, closing her eyes and drifting off into a nap.TFP: Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap.13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blue eyes peered over the camera before looking down at the newly taken photo of the young oak tree in the park. The branches were starting to bud, a sign of spring and that school would be out in less than two months. Legs crossed Indian style, a blonde haired teen set down her camera before pulling out a notebook from a brown satchel. Wearing only a white crochet, lace halter top, dark blue jean shorts, and gold gladiator shoes, the girl was eagerly waiting for spring. Snatching a pencil from behind her ear, Erica Houston quickly wrote down several notes of her
Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 9Question: What would you do if you saw a giant robot, 18 maybe 20 feet at the most, and it just happened to speak the very same language you do?Basketball, Robots, and Police Chases Chap. 93 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A little piece of advice, try your best not to faint or scream. The robots really hate it when you scream at the top of your lungs because they will most likely shoot you into nothing but ash.
"What the - " Myra sputtered in surprise as Erica numbly took the flash drive from the giant being in front of them. "Uhmm... you know, I was kidding about the whole 'giant alien robot' part!"
Bluestreak stood up to his full height. "What did you think we were? Talking cars that turned into robots or vice versa? I've heard it both ways..." He looked at the raven haired teen with furrowed ridges clearly confused.
"I don't know! Maybe I thought you were a couple of Knight Rider knock-offs except with much, much hotter cars!" She said exasperated and still a little awed. "I didn't reali