Sam was never the one to make a brave face when faced with a dangerous situation and this was a fact that he can't take away even if he had grown to who he is now.
He can face the challenge thrown at him, yes… But that doesn't mean that he isn't horrified at all when life and death are both on the line.
After saving the word twice... He still hasn't grown the balls he needed in facing death like the soldiers do. Never will the boy, now man, be as ignorant and as slack as he was before he met the Autobots for his grandfather's glasses… and certainly, he won't revert back to his old normal life when the one who seeks your death is a gigantic ugly-looking robot that hates squishies like him… and that said ugly tin can has that sadistic part in that frame that wants to rip him to shreds along with his faction.
He then, accepted his fate of being not able to go back to his normalcy and accepted the title of being the newest and youngest liaison between the Autobots and the US government… Although the job is not exactly limited with the US only but it was extended to other countries too.
The feeling of being a thousand years older than he originally is was catching up to him every single time he had to face different oldies in the vast number of governments in the world along with the fact that he had to broaden his knowledge about each and every vast culture he would interact with. It was just thanks to the All Spark and the Matrix that he was able to sustain his sanity and not go crazy in his now heavy burdened life. He clearly doesn't want to be place in the same state Archibald Witwicky was in before he had died.
His first exposure with the cube had given him a vast number of capabilities after it had seen what he could be capable of. It had also deemed him as a great piece in the uniting of the race it had created for some reason he can't point out. He was an organism with high cognitive process and had this itty-bitty life span that the Cybertronians could say was just a blink of an eye for them.
This was a different matter from the time he had picked up the All Spark shard… This was bigger than that. It was like that the shard was only a switch that triggered what was really within him.
Before he had found out about the All Spark being dormant in him, he had once convinced himself that all his new talents were only because of something like he was a late bloomer… But then again, there were signs of the non-sentient powerful artifact in his subconscious state that he hadn't realize till then. This discovery was still unknown to those around him since they had convinced their selves that the cube was literally gone. All sensors that could identify what he was harboring was gone… Thank Primus for that… That is why he hadn't said a word.
As for the Matrix, he won't tell anyone too… But he was the true owner of that thing. It had said so it's self in its non-sentient form when it had entered his dream one time. It was like it was programmed for him but then… he had given Optimus his permission to use it at some point before for the Boss bot to use it freely. He wanted to ask the Ancient Prime about it but that would just raise suspicion from the said mechs that were hovering around him. Not a good thing if you ask him…
But back to the situation at hand, shall we?
Let's say that he wasn't supposed to be here... He was supposed to be on his way to Diego Garcia with his ever so loyal guardian, Bumblebee. They were passing this street earlier when he saw this woman being man-handled (only carried like a sack of potato on the shoulders) by someone he was familiar with. That familiar someone, was the one and only holoform of the 'Con that had freshly engraved fear the first time he had been subjected to this new life of his. It was the black and white Police Cruiser Mustang, Barricade.
The girl who was struggling in the holoforms hold had long silky black hair that ended at the midsection of her back. Her face had a scowling lip and a pair of glaring phoenix eyes that clearly can intimidate or allure any men around her if she wants to… but now, it was used to say 'fuck you' towards her captor.
Her skin was slightly tan as she wore a simple day-to-day outfit of a fitted white t-shirt with short sleeves. Then, she had a long baggy short in the color of blue with a criss-cross design of red, black and white. She even had worn flip flops but those weren't on her foot; one was being held by the right hand as the other was nowhere to be found.
It was amusing to see that the girl was whacking the policeman with the slipper while her other hand was clutching onto the shirt to gain leverage so she won't fall off.
Still though, he could see the scowl and the glare she sported... He was certain that the girl hadn't come on her own volition (like whoever wants to go with the crazy police guy that spells 'pain and punishment' at the side of the police car?). He is not one of those who can just turn a blind eye to things like this… Not when he and Bumblebee can do something about it...
"Bee... we got to move..." He said as he patted the wheel is silent signal. He could also feel the hum of the engines readying for a fight as he was given an 'aye yay captain' from the guardian's radio. He was still amused that Bee still using those sound clips when his vocal units had been already fixed since Mission city.
Sam patted the dash board as Bumblebee followed the alt mode with the woman now inside of it. The other was seated at the Decepticon's back seat… Thanking whoever for making her stay still in the interior. Who knows what Barricade would do to her if she struggled even more…? She doesn't know what she was facing was really facing this time and he hopes for the first time that Barricade would do his job as a police officer and just deposit her in a station or something.
One thing he questions though... Wasn't Barricade deactivated that time when the mech had fought his guardian? How come, after all this years of being MIA, the mech would just pop out all of a sudden?
For now, he set aside the questions that kept nudging his consciousness for later because after minutes of following the Mustang, it had noticed them... the following had turned into a pursuit.
It made him realize that the girl was really in dip slag if they were headed outside the city…