Optimus placed a hand, larger than Sam’s entire torso, gently on the boy’s shoulder. The pressure was immense but perfectly controlled.
A roar of jets split the sky. Not F-22s. A different, sharper sound.
“Watch me,” Sam shot back.
The kid didn't look like much.
Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!” transformers.2007
“You did well, Samuel,” Optimus rumbled, his voice a tectonic plate shifting. He held the AllSpark, now reduced to a cube the size of a basketball, cupped in his massive hands. It pulsed with a light that seemed to hum under the skin, a silent frequency of creation.
Sam nodded, watching the last trace of light fade. “Yeah,” he said, finally allowing the tears to fall. “They always do.” Optimus placed a hand, larger than Sam’s entire
“A strategic option,” Ironhide grumbled, his cannons twitching. “Or I could shoot it. See what happens.”
“Time is up,” Ironhide snarled, cannons deploying. Not F-22s