Transformers.2007

Lennox straightened his uniform. “Then we buy you a window. How long do you need?”

Lennox felt a strange pang in his chest. Hours ago, he was hunting these things as weapons of mass destruction. Now, he was standing guard while one of them mourned. He looked at Captain Sharp, who was coordinating human casualties. The man gave a curt nod. The military’s job was containment. Lennox’s job had just become… diplomacy. transformers.2007

Lennox frowned. “A tomb?”

Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!” Lennox straightened his uniform

He turned to Lennox. “Tell your world we did not come as conquerors. Tell them… we were lucky. The Decepticons came for their planet. We came to save ours. And we will not forget the ones who helped us.” Hours ago, he was hunting these things as

“If we do this,” Sam said, his voice cracking but growing stronger, “can you fix him? Can you bring Bumblebee back?”

Major William Lennox had seen raw recruits, scared civilians, and battle-hardened enemies. But Sam Witwicky, standing in the shadow of a dying alien robot the size of a silo, was a new category entirely. A scrawny, motor-mouthed teenager who had just translated the key to the war on Earth from a pair of vintage glasses.