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Jack stood up, twisting his body with a series of sharp cracks echoing from his joints. "Ah… that's better," he muttered, stretching with satisfaction.
"Ahhh! Help! Somebody help us!" Several wounded technicians shrieked in terror, bloodied and scattered across the floor.
Jack, dressed only in a pair of dark pants, walked calmly toward the computer console. Alarms blared faintly in the distance, but he seemed entirely unconcerned. At that moment, a squad of armed security guards burst through the door. Their eyes widened in disbelief at the wreckage and bodies in the lab.
"What the hell happened here?" one of them demanded, scanning the room.
"Kill him!" Wembley roared from the ground, gripping his stomach, which was soaked in crimson.
Without hesitation, the guards leveled their rifles at Jack.
"Hands in the air! Now!"
Jack didn't flinch. His eyes never left the computer screen. With his right hand, he began tapping rapidly on the keyboard. Confidential files filled the monitor—data about his transformation, his physiology, and something even deeper. He couldn't let it exist. It had to be destroyed.
"Open fire!" a guard shouted.
Still ignoring them, Jack typed with eerie calm. His left hand flicked to the side, swiping lazily at the air. Only a blur remained where his arm moved—too fast for the human eye.
BOOM!
With a sudden, earthshaking blow, Jack slammed his fist into the machine. Sparks flew. The monitor exploded in a burst of black smoke and shattered glass. The CPU cracked open, spewing burnt circuitry.
"No… That's not possible," a guard whispered, eyes locked on Jack.
Jack turned to face them, eyes gleaming with contempt. He opened his hand—several flattened bullets clattered to the floor.
"Is there really such a thing as impossible?" he asked, voice low and mocking.
"Fire again! Take him down!" another yelled, panic creeping into his tone.
The guards fired, but Jack didn't even flinch. Bullets tore through the air, and he caught them—every single one—with a mere flick of his hands. His body moved with machine-like precision. Sparks ricocheted from his skin, but not a scratch appeared.
Jack shook his head. "You've wasted all that ammo. And you expect no return fire? What kind of fairness is that? What, afraid your kidneys can't handle the backlash?"
He smiled wickedly. Then, without warning, he hurled all the bullets he had caught.
"AAAHH!" Cries of agony filled the room as the bullets pierced the guards with lethal accuracy. Each shot struck the heart. One by one, they dropped, blood pooling beneath them.
Jack stepped over the corpses, his footsteps eerily quiet. He stopped in front of Wembley, who was gasping and pale, his body writhing in pain.
"You… why?" Wembley croaked. "Why are you doing this?"
Jack crouched beside him, the smile on his face never reaching his eyes. "That's like asking a thief why he steals, or a fire why it burns. You pushed me into this corner, Wembley. You made this monster."
"You bastard…"
"Shhh." Jack's hand touched Wembley's neck. "Death is easy. Just close your eyes."
"No, no, wait—!"
CRACK!
A clean snap, and Wembley went limp. No breath, no struggle. Just silence.
Jack stood slowly, brushing invisible dust from his hands. "Humans really are so fragile."
Without another glance, he walked out of the ruined lab.
Outside, KSI was descending into madness. Scientists and employees screamed as explosions rocked the building. Fires broke out in multiple corridors. The once-orderly facility had become a war zone.
Jack looked around with a smirk. "Optimus Prime must've arrived."
Indeed, after Jack's escape, Kade had broken into KSI's research bay. From there, he streamed footage of Ratchet's dismantling to Optimus and the other Autobots waiting nearby.
Fury exploded within them.
They tore through the city with rage in their sparks. Optimus led the charge, his wrath shaking the streets. KSI's defenses didn't stand a chance. They stormed the facility, leaving crushed steel and burning labs in their wake.
"Leave nothing standing!" Optimus bellowed, unloading round after round from his steel machine gun.
"Somebody help! Get me out of this cursed cage!" crosshair screamed from a glass enclosure, pounding on the inside as chaos raged outside.
Among the terrified crowd running for safety was Joyce, the head of KSI, his suit torn, his expression furious. He sprinted toward the wreckage, waving his arms.
"Stop! Stop it, you lunatics! That's company property you're destroying!"
Optimus turned toward him, voice like thunder. "They're not your property. They were my friends."
Crosshairs, ever eager for a fight, spun up his Gatling gun and aimed it at Joyce.
"You got guts yelling now, huh?" crosshair shouted, standing on the rotating barrel. "You tortured me, remember? Let's see if you can handle it yourself!"
Joyce stood his ground. "You think I care? Go ahead, show me what you've got."
Before anyone could respond, Jack strolled onto the scene, still barefoot, wearing only boxers and a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"This setup's not bad," he said lazily, glancing at the wreckage with amusement.
Joyce turned. "You again? Jack ?"
"Jack ," Optimus repeated, glaring at him.
Joyce frowned. "We don't have any record of you in our system. You're not KSI."
"Of course not," Jack said with a chuckle. "I don't wear lanyards."
"What were you doing in our lab then?"
Crosshairs grunted. "Cut the talk. I say we put this guy down right now."
"Hold," Optimus said, voice sharp.
Joyce raised his voice. "You think you're better than us? These machines are just tools. Dead metal! We gave them new life. That's innovation, that's science! And if we hadn't, someone else would've. You can't stop progress."
He pointed at the shattered remains of decommissioned Transformers.
"We are not your science project!" Optimus roared. He slammed his foot into a research station, sending it flying across the room.
"Let me finish this fool," Crosshairs growled.
Joyce didn't flinch. "I've cracked the code. I have your entire genome. We own it now."
"The world will know the truth," Optimus warned.
Jack laughed darkly, smoke curling from his lips.
"What's so funny?" Optimus asked.
Jack's eyes gleamed. "You're naive, Prime. That's what's funny."
"What did you say?"
"You really think they'll accept you? Humans fear what they don't understand. Even if you save them, they'll never trust you. You're too strong, too unpredictable. To them, you're a weapon—no better than a Decepticon."
He took a drag and continued, voice low and steady.
"Humans crave control. That's why they're building their own Transformers—ones that obey, that follow orders. Not you. They'll never trust a free machine."
Joyce nodded. "Exactly. Humanity doesn't need you anymore. The future is ours now."
Optimus looked at the burning wreckage around him and sighed. "The truth is bitter."
"Just like that, we're leaving?" Crosshair asked, disbelieving. "Not even a parting gift?"
"We're done here," Optimus said.
"Jack , aren't you coming?" Crosshairs asked, turning to Jack.
"I've got unfinished business," Jack replied.
Joyce stared at him. "What are you really after? You proposed merging human and cybernetic elements. You were trying to steal from us."
Jack smiled but said nothing.
The war wasn't over. Not yet.