Transformers.2007

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.

Lennox grabbed his radio. “All units, defensive positions! Autobots, get the hell out of here!” transformers.2007

Mikaela Banes, wiping grease from her hands on a torn shirt, walked up beside Sam. “So what? You just… throw it into the sun?” Major William Lennox had seen raw recruits, scared

“Is dead,” Optimus said, the words heavy, not triumphant. “But his ambition is a poison that spreads. The AllSpark cannot remain on this planet. It will call to every Decepticon in the galaxy. It will turn your machines, your phones, your very toasters into enemies.” Lennox grabbed his radio