Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box.
You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica® experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.
Click here
Conveniently, the desk phone rang, wasting no time to answer it. "Hello?" he calmly spoke in a german accent.
"Have you seen the news lately?" his caller questioned.
"Yes, I did. Quite predictable, wasn't it?"
"Don't act coy, Dr. Arkeville! I've already got top-dogs breathing down my neck cause of last night. Those little soldiers of yours can't keep things quiet, can they?"
"My friend, please understand. Transformers are an inherently noisy species. Nothing I can do about it. But you didn't call to discuss noise prevention, did you?" Arkeville inquired.
"Always right on the mark," the caller sighed. "See, our investors want to hear progress on your end. I'm stalling for time as it is, now just tell me it's finished."
"Relax, Mr. Burton," Arkeville soothed. "Our engineers have nearly completed Project Trypticon. Give it, uh.......two days. You'll have your toy soon."
"Two days, Henri. Nothing else," Burton hung up, silence enveloping once more. Arkeville puts the receiver away, clearly frustrated. If anything, he hoped Mr. Burton never bothered him again.
"Soon....." the doctor mumbled. "Earth will be mine alone. No......it will be ours, Lord Megatron."
- COMMENTS
