You heard the deep rumble of vehicles, as the Autobots and military pulled back in. The hangar was soon flooded with soldiers and medics. You leaned against the railings, looking down. But, you were only looking for one person. You smiled as the Autobots tried to weave through people, careful not to hurt anyone. You waved, chuckling.

Optimus’s voice rang clear as day, “Hello, human.”

You nodded, “Yeah, i’m gonna allow that.”

“Looking for me?”

You turned back at the voice. William was leaning against one of the pillars, a small smile on his lips.

You grinned, “Nope. The base runs fine without you.”

He chuckled, “That’s the goal.”

You smile immediately fell. Assuming the worst, you were about to speak before he did.

Lennox raised his hands in surrender, “No, no. Not like that. It’s good cause i need a break.”

“Oh, yeah. Tell me bout it. Epps whined all the time that he couldn’t go with you guys.”

“He sprained his ankle, he can’t walk.”

“Exactly.”

You both laughed, eyes twinkling before you crinkled your nose.

“You smell. Go have a shower.”

“Oh, you hurt my ego.”

You grinned. He turned to walk away but something caught you eye.

You strode swiftly towards him, “Will, wait!”

He stopped in his tracks and whipped towards you.

You were now suddenly aware of how close he was. He held your gaze, and you felt like you were drowning in them.

Will’s fingers were aching from holding back. He just wanted to caress your cheek. He was lost in you. He knew your chests were almost touching, yet, he just wanted to pull you closer.

You whispered, afraid you voice would fail you, “There’s something in your hair...um, do you want me to take it out?”

Will bent his head down, yet his eyes never moved from yours. He was looking at you through his lashes.

You slowly raised your hand, and plucked out the small pink thread from his hair. You groaned internally, wanting to touch more of his beautiful locks. Will though his heart was gonna give out. His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment.

He knew it was a risk yet, he leaned towards you. To his happiness, you leaned towards him too.

You were centimetres away when you suddenly put the thread in the gap and whispered, “I like the colour.”

Smirking, you pulled away.

Will rolled his eyes and groaned, “You are such a tease.”

You laughed, “You are sweaty, Will.”

You turned to walk away but stopped. Sighing, you hurried back towards the man, “Not to boost your ego-“

The instant you both kissed, you hands snaked into his hair. Will’s going to you waist and tugging you closer. Smiling, you both pulled away for air.

He cocked an eyebrow, chuckling, “I don’t have one.”

“No, you’re just a softie.”

And, you kissed again.

Pairing- William Lennox X Reader.

A/N- This is a crossover with Supernatural! "How?" You'll get to know later!

Warnings- Language.

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The N.E.S.T. team was confused and their Major and Field Commander William Lennox did not like confusion. They were told by Pentagon that they needed them in a classified mission which involved a team. They had not yet been debriefed but Lennox hoped this better be worth it. As they were on the way to the briefing room,

"Major Lennox, you and your team better already know what to do and, whom to find." Brigadier Thomas Anderson sternly stated.

"Uh, no, sir?" The one being addressed asked, his voice laced with concern.

Lennox's team winced at his words as Anderson raised an eyebrow.

"We were heading to the briefing room, sir." Epps tried to resolve the situation. Anderson sighed knowing the team had been through enough in the last month in Mission City and decided to give them a chance. "Alright, go."

"Hello gentlemen, my name is Alexa Gorge and i'll be briefing you about this mission." A red-headed girl with doe eyes behind her huge spectacles nodded towards them as the N.E.S.T. team entered and seated themselves around the conference table.

"We heard it was about some gang and some girl but i couldn't understand what we had to do with it." First lieutenant Kevin DiNozzo stated.

"That's why i'm here, soldier. To tell you why." She frowned and answered.

"Ha-ha. Good company atla-" Epps was about to complete his comment before the Major interrupted him.

"Ma'am, please start before I smack one of my team members upside down." Lennox smiled at her sarcastically.

"Okay, and to answer your question, it's related to you because this gang-slash-team has brewed Transformer type danger." Alexa turned towards the screen where the presentation was to be shown as soon as she saw that the sentence attracted everyone's attention.

"Y/N Jackson." She started, as the first slide screened. A video. Alexa played it.

The camera was held with a steady hand and showed a masked woman, with her back turned to the camera, holding a man by his throat but not hard enough to causing choking as the man tried to convince her to let him go. The woman flipped him onto his back and started cuffing him but stopped abruptly and chuckled. She knocked the man unconscious and snapped her head looking directly into the camera.

Everyone watched in horror and sat up straight, unnerved, as the woman's eyes turned silver and said, "Run. While you still can." A whimper was heard which seemed to be the camera person's and the video was paused.

The men looked at Alexa with wide eyes, and silently asked her for an explaination.

"I don't have one but-" She started before Epps worried voice stopped her.

"Lennox? Major?" Epps questioned as he saw his friend still staring at the screen.

"Is she our bad guy?" Wild Bill, as they called him, completely ignored Robert's question.

"Yes. And, we don't have her completely face in any picture on the whole database. Believe me. No video, no nothing." Gorge leaned on the table a bit. "All we know is her name. Jackson was a contract assassin. She's killed about 500 people in over 3 years of her so-called career. Notice i used the word 'was'. Currently, she is the head of gang-slash-team previously known as 'Toxin Force'. Y/N overthrew the previous head, Liam Dunbar and renamed it the White Wolves."

"She was had a pretty good 'career' as an assassin. Why take over a gang?" Lennox quietly asked, unsure of his question.

"Toxin was an arms dealer. Every type of weapon you know but, after Mission City, they started supporting and killing people in the name of Decepticons. They put out a hit on Miss Silver here. We don't know why exactly but, it had something to do with the war." The girl explained.

Epps scoffed, "Those fuckers."

"Did that change when she took over?" Lennox again questioned Jackson being bad.

"Uhh, i mean, yeah but, like, not exactly." Alexa rubbed her hands together nervously. "Lieutenant, Y/N Jackson is wanted for attempted attacks on autobots. Several. Not only her, the White Wolves. Every member."

Lennox balled up his fist and shook his head, asking, "They stopped dealing arms, right?"

"Yes, but, they still buy it. Other than that, they've been linked and have been the prime suspects for more than a hundred of killings all over the country-"

"She didn't stop killing people?! I mean, ofcourse she's the bad guy but-" Epps was enraged at this point.

"We don't know if they were completely...human." Gorge hesitated. "All of them had some weird disformations. Like way too many teeth or hands or sometimes even bodies."

"That doesn't make them less nasty." Epps stated in a droning tone.

Lennox banged his fist on the table out of frustration. "Everyone is going to put away any fucking questions to the end. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Came a chorus answer.

"Alright. And, uhh, White Wolves have also been suspected to be building a robot the size of a Transformer. We don't have any details about it." Alexa blurted out in a hurry. The team just stared at her dumbfounded. She cleared her throat and tightly shut her eyes before saying,

Warnings- Language.

Pairing- William Lennox X Reader.

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"What's your name?" Epps questioned the boy.

"Specialist Jake Rus, sir. I'm fairly new but i know the base very well." The tall yet young boy had nervousness in his steel blue eyes.

"We don't doubt it. Let's go." Lennox grabbed his shoulder and ruffled the brunnette.

"I'll be showing you only the basics, sir. Because, after getting your aliases and vehicles, the files, you won't be living here. The Main Hall is where everything is where you'll get to know exactly what you will be doing. Alexa ma'am will meet you there. Again." Jake explained before starting.

-Time skip brought to you by Nestle-

N.E.S.T. rounded the base and ended at the Main Hall, where the blonde girl was waiting.

"Jake, man, when were you going to tell us that the Main Hall is the best tourist attraction?" Lennox laughed and looked around the wide room filled with various vehicles in one corner and some stacks of files and a big board covered with pictures, locations, with Gorge standing in the middle. DiNozzo regarded the girl sceptically as he saw the mischief shining in her green orbs.

"What's up, Barbie?" He spoke looking up from the floor.

"Hey, boys. Let's start with your aliases. And how many people can roam outside your designated...well, let's say quarters. Lennox, Epps, DiNozzo only. We don't want to attract too much attention posing as civilians. You'll report back here, the HQ, every alternate day." Gorge stated as she moved towards the stack of files and picked the first one up. "Major Lennox. Let's start with you-"

"Whoa, whoa. Undercover? When did this happen?" Lennox stopped her as he folded his arms.

"It has been here since long. It'll be required when you aren't on your day job. Day job being finding White Wolves." She sassed, tossing the file to him. "Trace Donovan. Born in Kansas. Raised in New York. Middle name is Dean. Mother, Ruby Jo, was a fashion designer, dad, Thomas Donovan was a part of NYPD before quitting and opening a bakery. You're were a NASCAR mechanic before quitting and starting your own garage. Details are in there. In manners, personality, etc, you're free to be you. We've removed you all from the Army database, too. For now." William muttered something under his breath as he closed the file.

"Next better be me. I don't like suspense-" Epps raised his hand, expressing his excitement, much to Lennox's dismay.

"Yeah. It's you. Aster McCall. Mother, Imera McCall, was a doctor. Father was absent your whole life. You are a fire fighter. On leave for vacation here. And, by here i mean wherever 2W strikes. No matter the city, Petal Tea is your hotel. Details are given. And same as Lennox-" The girl smiled fondly but briefly before handing over his file and being cut off yet again.

"I'm me. Yeah, i got that part." He shrugged before opening his.

"I will start throwing punches, if you guys don't stop cutting me off." The girl, for the first time, glared at the men. And, they believed her. They never underestimated anyone.

"DiNozzo? Not anymore. You are Noah Stilinski. Mom, Melissa Vert, died during childbirth. Dad, Peter Stilinski is a civil engineer. And yourself too. You work there. Under your dad's, Stilinski Construction and Co. Details again are there." She passed Kevin's file and he groaned.

"Glad someone's on my team." Lennox sassed at particularly...well no one.

"Moving on, about your day jobs." Alexa snickered at the term while the 6-people team simultaneously looked up from their files.

"We fight fire with fire. Now, you guys are not going to be happy about this but, it's necessary. You see, Y/N is always wearing a mask. I mean, whenever she's committing a crime. We don't know her actual identity. So, we won't give away ours either. You'll all be wearing masks when not posing as civilians. And yes, every single time and where. Before you guys revo-" Alexa frantically tried to completed her sentence before-

"Sounds good." The team nodded as Lennox responded calmly.

Nobody gets to cut off the fucking author guys. Remember that.

"O-oh." Gorge staggered over her words previous to regaining her composture. "Alright. You'll be wearing goggles which have video and sound feed, along with a skull-ish mask which covers your lower face and neck. Your hair will be hidden by a beanie of-sorts." Alexa picked up each iten as she listed them and revealed it to the N.E.S.T's best.

"Now, that's fucking badass." Kevin whistled and complimented.

"Next up, are your vehicles. I think it's mentioned in the file how you obtained them and which vehicle but, anyway, the '67 Ford Shelby in blue is Epps'. Orange and white KTM 200 Duke is our classic Kevin DiNozzo's. And for our pretty Major-"

The last vehicle, a car, was covered but Lennox did not waste any time uncovering the mystery. And, there it was. The beauty and the beast. The one car Lennox loved with all his heart as soon as it came out.

"A red 2008 Dodge Challenger." Alexa had a satisfied smirk as she caught sight of the Major's face.

"Well, i might change teams now." Lennox grumbled with a smile.

"The board up there. It's about how, where, when, who. The White Wolves. We've tracked their timeline on that." Gorge took a deep breath, knowing it had been almost 12 months and they hadn't ever found a trace about where they might be heading next. "Try solving the riddle of their next stop. We still haven't. The details really don't matter. Trust me. They do every crime different all the time, but, we follow the heists or big murders because, it's the last crime they do in the city or country before disappearing." She pulled the world map pinned on the board, down as the other gathered round the table. "We haven't been able to trace them because we don't know why either. They've moved across the world but don't have any accounts of travel on our databases. I mean, atleast on any surveillance. Except the ones which confirm them there already. We didn't know Jackson's accomplices till three days ago when we found Skylar. The most recent one being then. See if you can find a pattern. I'll check up on our intel." With that she walked away, leaving the soldiers with comms in case they needed anything.

"Alright. Three hits in US, two in Canada, followed by all ones, Greenland, Sweden, Russia, Spain, Egypt, Algeria, Brazil." William furrowed his brows and started pushing in thumb-tacks as he listed the places. They were too random. Gorge had been right.

"It starts from US and ends at Brazil. Oh man, it's like they had a tour as a band or some shit. All i know is that it got concentrated here." Epps moved his finger over the Sweden to Algeria region. Five hits.

"They're zig-zag? I guess? I mean they are but, like, what does that have to do with the other ones?" Kevin commented with uncertainty in his voice.

"We do not need more questions right now, DiNozzo."

As they started bickering back and forth, William's train of thought rushed engine-first trying to decipher the puzzle. As those intoxicating silver eyes flashed in his mind. Hate. He hated them. As he went on, with the locations and her team's faces continued flashing. Suddenly, his train derailed when it passed a certain station. The White Wolves as a gang. The colours. The logo. He immediately stood up, ignoring the startled eyebrow raises of his teammates who stopped, "Rus? Rus, do you copy? Do you have a thread lying here somewhere?" There was a pause. As Jake answered, Lennox turned towards the board and lifted it towards himself. A red coloured thread fell down. Epps picked it up, but William snatched it from his hands.

"William Lennox, what are you trying to.." Epps faded away his sentence as he observed his Major

William started tying the thread around the white thumb tacks, connecting them. Starting from the first one till the last. He wrapped one thumb tack and then moved to the other with the thread not being cut even once. As he finished, the others took in the sight in awe while the doer spoke into the radio once again.

Pairing- William Lennox X Reader.

Warnings- Language.

A/N- This chapter has no mention of the N.E.S.T. team. And it's unedited. Bear with me

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-In London, United Kingdom.-

Will you hold the line?

When every one of them is giving up or giving in?

Tell me,

In this house of mine,

Nothing ever comes without a consequence or cost, tell me.

The silhouette of the woman emerged from the darkness as she closed door behind her. Her head bobbing up and down with every step she took. Headphones plugged in as she tuned the world she loved and hated, out. The keys jingled.

A small keychain swayed side to side. A marble ball which looked like it had a universe inside it but was almost weightless. Small silver coloured stars and moons surrounding it in a protective yet beautiful state, coming from the same node that was hanging the marble.

The figure had a hoodie on, probably to keep the chilly winds and temperature out. The cord of the headphones bended and straightened every few centimetres till it finally reached her jeans pocket.

They key was put into the ignition as the engine roared to life then settled. Softly purring. The woman stroked the black coloured beauty with her thumb as she slightly smiled. Kicking off the stand, she accelerated.

And you're standing on the edge, face up 'cause you're a,

Natural.

A beating heart of stone,

You gotta be so cold,

To make it in this world.

Yeah, you're a natural.

Living your life cutthroat,

You gotta be so cold.

Yeah, you're a natural.

She cruised down the empty streets of London. Ofcourse, not many vehicles passed her by, at this time of the night. Her hood long down, hair flailing in the wind. A helmet was preferred, but not on errands like this. It wasn't needed as much as in day with the streets bustling with people. Her leg and hand twitching every few minutes as she clutched, changed gear, accelerated and braked. It was for a different reason every time.

The song changed.

She reached her destination silently uttering a curse in happiness. Yeah, you read that right. She put her hightlighted hair back and pulled up her hood once again. Night time didn't mean letting the guard down.

Whip, whip,

Run me like a racehorse,

Pull me like a ripcord,

Break me down and build me up.

I wanna be the slip, slip.

Word upon your lip, lip.

Letter that you rip, rip.

Break me down and build me up.

The woman pulled the key out and buried it into her pocket. She tugged at the stand and leaned the motorcycle. Her leg swinged off. She looked to her left and right before crossing the small lane.

Whatever it takes.

'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins,

I do whatever it takes.

'Cause I love how it feels when I break the chains,

Whatever it takes.

You take me to the top I'm ready for,

Whatever it takes.

'Cause I love the adrenaline in my veins,

I do what it takes.

She pushed the glass door open and sliped through. The stimulating smell of coffee immediately flooded her senses as she sighed happily. The Alpha glanced around with a noting gaze, pushing off the headphones but not removing her hood.

"Next!" The barista announced, voice tired.

"I'll have one (Your Coffee Order) to go. Name's....Abyss." She grinned and ordered before pausing. Her name. Her grin faltering a bit before she smiled again. He stopped, furrowing his eyebrows, his mouth opened something to say before noticing her. Half of her. She was the definition of mystery right now. Red painted lips. A part of her perfectly carved nose and cheekbones showed. Sharp jawline. Graceful yet strong poisture. He came very close to drooling. Only if he could see her eyes.

"Oh, co-cool name." He caught wind of himself and write it down.

"Thanks." The woman had noticed him staring. It was peculiar yet, adorable. Them thinking they could tame her heart. Hah.

She played around with the keys in her pocket. Waiting for her coffee. As her name came, she grabbed the steaming cup, lifting it off and once again looked to the barista as he winked. She waved him bye smirking and discreetly rolling her eyes. Men.

She exited the shop. Her headphones yet again on.

Sipping the coffee. Red stains. She crossed the road yet again. Relaxingly sat on her motorcycle. Sip. Another sip. A snort followed by a chuckle. "Are you guys gonna stand there all night? I mean come on, that's not very realistic. But what's realistic is, me, running you over with Abyss." She tilted and turned her head toward the sides of the shop. She could distinctively make 2 figures.

"Oh, shush, you need to get a babysitter for yourself." Aderyn scolded her friend, getting overlapped by Skylar.

"Were you gonna run us over with your coffee cup?" Skylar vaguely pointed to the cup in Jackson's hand which had the name of her black beauty written.

"She's an assassin. Ofcourse she can kill with it." Flow turned towards her with wide eyes. Her face seemed to be glowing in the soft, warm light of the logo and name. Starbucks.

Y/N laughed. "No, i'm not gonna kill you guys. I might kill someone else, though. Haven't decided which one will have the pleasure to be the first out of the list." Her eyes flashed silver before signalling them to come over.

"Well, my small stealth ninjas-"

Both the girls groaned. They were very, very, very tired of their friend having super powers. But being an assassin as well? That was beyond human tolerance.

"-You don't need to worry. You know very well zapping takes my energy out and replaces it with the urge to sleep. And i don't have time for that shit. I got work. I don't get in or brew trouble on my tours either." Jackson completed her sentence, finally finishing her coffee at the end of her sentence. "Wait, where is Zi-" She looked back and saw Aderyn's blue Royal Emfield Thunderbird and Skylar's orange 1968 Dodge Coronet Super Bee. Only two vehicles. Jackson snapped back in disbelief to their friends apologetic faces. In a few seconds, they cracked.

"Again?!" Y/N said in between laughs. "Alright, let's head back." She jumped off her vehicle to throw her cup as the other girls headed to their vehicles.

-Time Skip brought to you by Nestle-

Ziva was sleeping soundly drooling over the table that had books and maps spread over it. She had worked a while before it was too much to take. She had told Skylar and Aderyn that she wouldn't fall asleep and be careful but, here she was. Dreaming. A beach and a man.

The women sneaked in, careful not to wake up David. Each person weaponised. Jackson with an air horn, McCartney and Flow with shaving cream in their hands as they approached the girl sleeping on the table. Only a few feet away, Y/N counted down to the prank, that was to wake Ziva up with the horn and both cheeks having a layer of foam just after.

Backfire. That was what happened.

Just as the countdown from 5 reached 2, David woke up by herself. Suddenly and at full speed, stood up. The pranker's reflexs took over as Jackson blew the horn, startling herself and took a defensive form whereas, the other 2 slapped themselves with their hands, full of the shaving cream. Ziva David was very well-supplied with confusion as she looked at her friends-slash-comrades.

The 4 stared at each other without moving before Y/N produced water from her palm, washing the girls. Still no one moved and just, stared. At. Each. Other.

-A few seconds later-

Y/N cleared her throat. "So, anything to update on the architecture of the place?"

Flow joined in, "About that, i'll need to be inside somewhere. I would be able to crack it from here but, they would know that they're getting infiltrated."

"Hacked." The german-girl smiled, wiggling her eyebrows at Aderyn. She still got fascinated with the word 'hack'.

"Can i talk now? So, the pla-" Ziva cracked mid-sentence.

Soon, the four key members of The White Wolves were rolling on the floor laughing at the flunked prank which also, backfired.

Warnings- Language.

A/N- Not everything will be revealed right now about the characters!

Pairing- William Lennox X Reader

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The room errupted in overlapping voices with varying tones and levels of anger.

"This is why we called you! The N.E.S.T team!" Alexa tried to reason with the men present.

"Oh, trust me, we see very well, we've been called to clean your mess!" Lennox snapped at the girl, disapproving lines forming on his forehead.

"How the hell do so many decepticons just disappear?" Epps was still in shock over the relevation.

The girl looked up to the team with scared eyes which softened their expressions and anger a bit and shut them up. "That's the point. We don't know how."

"How did you trace them back to the Whi- no wait, we're gonna call them 2W- yes, so to the 2W?" DiNozzo questioned.

Alexa nodded towards the screen. "Her eyes."

Lennox's eyes fluttered to the screen.

"We think that because of her being in Mission City, she was exposed to the cube's radiation and and, well-" Alexa hesitated. "She acquired some sort of power. It explains the eyes-"

"That's bullshit, you know that." William hissed.

"I know but, the truth is, no one knows. And i mean, no one." Alexa shrugged.

Epps rolled his eyes. "Great. That is great. We're supposed to find your mutant and her Academy. Without knowing how she looks either."

"I do have some more bad news, though." Alexa smiled briefly before opening the next slide. "Skylar McCartney, she's one of the people who helped Jackson in the raiding and overtaking of the now 2W."

The slide had a picture of a brunette with pale skin and big icy-blue eyes. She looked like a ghost yet was intrically beautiful. She was looking over her shoulder into the surveillance camera.

"She have any Christmas lights as eyes?" Epps questioned grudgingly.

"No, but she's one of Y/N's most trusted. The picture was taken from London 3 days ago as you can see the watermark. Skylar's a weapons specialist. Three years ago, she was in the Marine Corps before being dishonourably discharged when she was caught dealing weapons. With Toxin."

Lennox arched a brow at that.

Alexa licked her lower lip before answering. "There was only circumstancial evidence but, the Corps did not want any chances."

"It explains why she joined 2W." Epps pointed at the screen.

The girl tilted her head before stating, "Jackson and McCartney have known each other since high school. They had a close circle along with some other people."

"Wow." Lennox leaned back in his chair.

"After that, she has worked with many mafias about the same thing she majored in the Corps. Weapons. We don't know how these two reunited but there's another person that these two knew from their high school days." She completed the sentence pulling up the next slide. Another girl.

But she was completely different from the previous both. She had soft features and glasses, as she was smiling shyly at someone who was standing opposite her but was out of the frame. The blonde girl with black highlights had a petite frame and was surprisingly short.

At the back of the room, Kevin took in a sharp breath.

"Aderyn Flow. The Hacker." Alexa grinned knowing what was coming. A collective gasp came from the back of the room where the junior members of the team seated. The senoirs turned and gave them the bitchface, effectively shutting them up.

"Degree in Engineering. Worked in Bahnhof Underground Data Center, and yes, it exists. Our tech team estimates she can crack any firewall and access any feed within days. Top of her class in Harvard. She resigned after her family was killed in a plane crash which, again was tied to Toxin. It was speculated that the plane had drugs onboard from a rival organistion but then, again not proven." The girl pushed her glasses up as the next picture came in view and continued,

"Ziva David. The Getaway and the Undercover. Or, as you guys say-"

"The Smooth Operator." Epps answered for her as his jaw dropped slightly at the sight of the hazel-haired, paired with grey irises, beauty as she beamed at a guy in a suit with his back turned towards the camera, a flirty eyebrow arch in place.

Alexa rolled her eyes at his sight and spoke up, "She worked as a mechanic with her dad. Actually, she probably knew Mikaela as a child. Is very knowledged about any type of car and has badly amazing getaways. Also, worked as a getaway driver and retrived various informations for Toxin before getting in a car accident and almost drowning. Her brakes had signs of sabotage. Again-"

"Toxin was suspected." Lennox completed her sentence.

"Yes. So, this is the squad we're looking for. Also-" The first slide was put on the screen as Gorge continued,"-important points about Jackson are that she always goes on the prioritised mission. Some assassinations, some heists, some deals. Not all of them. We have intel, they're gonna strike in London. We don't know where or how, yet. You need to find that out. And, you need to get Y/N and the others but, if needed, kill Jackson." Alexa nodded as she conclusively stated. "Any quest-"

"Brain and brawn. Ofcourse. Heh. Great team." Epps laughed pitifully.

"Not just that, Epps." Lennox stood up as his jaw locked, staring into the vibrant silver eyes of hers as he drifted into thought, "Something else. There's something else...to them. Something..." He jolted back into reality as he stopped that train of thought and spoke,

"Jackson joined alliance with the best. The ones who hated Toxin with everything they had. All of them had some kind of dispute with Toxin, which caved the path for revenge. Y/N was a trained assassin. She was the brain and brawn. I don't think she did needed th-" Lennox's voice changed as a new point of view started forming.

"No. If Miss Silver here, wanted to change the world for those stuck in Toxin, she would've changed it. Wolves is the same. Toxin's back with a new leader, colours, logo and name. White Wolves have attempted attacks on the Autobots. Y/N chose McCartney, Flow and David because she knew they were going to say yes. they were going to work well due to the fuel called hatred. And, Toxin wasn't the prime suspect in any of their incidents." Alexa shut down the idea, her vouce unrelenting.