Transformers Barricade: Chapter 3

Transformers Barricade
Chapter 3



"The name's Barricade."

Suddenly he charged forward grabbing a surprised Mirage and warping an arm around his neck and twisting one of his arms behind his back in a painful manner. "Now unless you want me to twist his head off your going to cooperate understand?"

"Let him go!" Inferno snarled.

Barricade barely gave him a glance. "I don't think so Inferno."

The fire truck couldn't hide his surprise. "You know who I am?"

"Don't flatter yourself, I make it my business to know my enemies." He then looked at each Autobot as he said their name. "Your Brawn, Blaster, Inferno the famous terror twins Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. And the Towers brat here is Mirage." He gave a smug grin at their surprised looks, "Now. . ."

Jazz and Prowl came running at that moment and Barricade's smirk widened. Prowl stopped and gave the look of a deer caught in their headlights. He took a stumble back and uttered, "B-Barricade?"

"Looks like I don't need that information after all." The dark mech shoved Mirage forward causing him to collided with Jazz and leaped onto the nearest ledge, and then leaped to another and another until he reached the top. He turned and grinned giving them a mocking two finger salute. "Later guys," then vanished.

Everyone stood there stunned until Sideswipe spoke up. "Okay. . . What just happened?"

"Yeah, who was that weirdo?" Blaster said as everyone shook off their surprise.

Jazz stared at a loss for words as he helped Mirage up, "Not sure." He turned and was surprised to see Prowl still standing there like a stature. "Prowl?"

Prowl just stood there unmoving, a million things running through his mind, Barricade! Here! No, this can't be happening, not after all this time! Then a long ago memory came up, 'a acid rain storm and two figures in a dark alleyway.'

'You can't do this!'

'What have you done?!'

'NO! STOP!'

"Earth! Ta! Prowl! Anyone home?" Prowl became aware of a black servo being waved in front of his face. He shuttered his optics and looked around realizing everyone was staring. "Prowl," Jazz said, "Ya ok, ya blacked out on us fo' a minute."

"Uh, yes. . . I'm functioning perfectly. We need to return to base."

"What?" Jazz was surprised, "Wait what's. . ."

"No, were returning to base now," Prowl said in a hard voice. He turned to Mirage, "Can you transform?"

"I don't know, I think he pulled something in my arm." Everyone saw how stiffly he tried to move the limb.

"If you can't transform then Inferno will carry you." He turned away from them and activated his com, :Red Alert come in:

:Red Alert here: answered the security director.

:I need all Autobots on patrol to return to base immediately:

:Uh, why sir if I may ask?:

"No you may not!" Prowl snarled shocking everyone, :Just do it!: He cut off the com before Red could respond and turned to the others. "Everyone transform and return to base." He then transformed and started back.

Sunstreaker was the first to recover, "What was that about?!"

*****

The drive back was in complete silence. A few times Jazz had tried to talk to Prowl but the police car ignored him. Finally they reached base. As soon as they transformed Prowl disappeared inside. Jazz wanted to follow but he was helping Mirage towards med bay.

Ratchet was not happy. "What happened?"

"We gotta a new con," Jazz replied.

Ratchet turned to him startled. "A new Decepticon?"

"Yeah, a nasty one. Praxian built."

"A Praxian Decepticon, that's rare."

"Yeah an' Prowl totally flipped out when he saw him."

"Prowl. . . flipped out," Ratchet said in disbelief.

"Yep, Barricade's his name. An' Prowl knew that."

Swoop who had been watching them curiously as he gathered tools for Ratchet spoke up. "You say him Barricade Praixan, so is Prowl. They might meet before" Jazz, Ratchet and Mirage glanced at him surprise.

"Ya may be right Swoop," Jazz said as he leaned against a wall thinking. "And ta add ta th' story this Barricade has been watching us for awhile."

"What do you thing is going on?" Ratchet asked as he examine Mirage's arm.

"I don't know. . . but I'm goin' ta find out."

*****

Jazz left the med bay, he was determine to get to the bottom of this mystery. He would track Prowl down and make him tell him what was going on.

He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't see the red and white figure hurrying around the corner and the two collided. "Red?" Jazz muttered as he tried to keep his balance.

Red Alert on the other hand fell backwards dropping the datapads he was carrying. He looked up surprised. "Jazz? I was about to look for you."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Prowl! He barged into the security room and rewrote all patrol and guard shifts."

"Did he now," Jazz said taking a datapad and activating it. Most of the shifts in the base hadn't changed but the guard and patrol shifts had.

Red Alert picked up the other datapads. "I don't mind the changes but a little warning would of been nice." Getting no response he turned to find Jazz gone.

*****

Prowl made his way towards the rec room. He entered to find most of the Autobot's there, he didn't spot Jazz and that was okay with him. He cleared his throat to get everyone's attention. A trick he learned from Sparkplug. "Attention everyone, I am posting new patrol and guard shifts."

"What?!" was the main response.

"Funny ya didn't mention these new posting's ta me."

Prowl whirled around to find Jazz behind him. "Because it's none of your concern."

Jazz's frown hardened. "Funny because according ta protocol yo' supposed ta go over changes like this with your command staff which right now is Red Alert, Blaster, Ratchet an' me."

"Since when do you pay attention to protocol?"

As the two black and white bots glared at each other the rest of the Autobot's watch the exchange with surprise. It wasn't every day you saw Prowl getting so angry (expect at the twins or Dinobots) or Jazz calling up protocol.

"Are you watching this?" Huffer whispered.

"I can't look away," Tracks said.

Sideswipe raised a hand, "Can I ask something?"

"No!" was the cut reply from Prowl he turned away from Jazz and looked at his datapad. "The new postings are up. . . Read them." No one answered. "Am I CLEAR!"

"Er, yes," Gears muttered.

Prowl didn't look at him, he kept his gaze on his datapad, "Bluestreak!"

"Yes Prowl?"

"Sir!"

"What?"

"From now on answer me by proper protocol. Is that clear."

"Um okay," Bluestreak said. Prowl glared at him. "I mean yes Sir?"

"You are on monitor duty for the foreseeable future."

"But. . . I was suppose to go on patrol with Tracks and Huffer?"

"Not anymore, you're on monitor duty with Red Alert. Is that clear?"

"Um, y-yes but. . ."

"Then GO!" Prowl snapped.

Bluestreak's door wings twitched in surprise, Prowl had never spoken to him like that before. He ran out the room to start his shift.

Prowl then realized everyone was staring at him. He gave them a cold look, "Well? What are you waiting for get to your shifts!" He then marched out the room.

Powerglide was the first to speak. "Sheesh, what crawled up his tailpipe and died?"