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Sam didn't remember the moment where he took the job in N.E.S.T. Although he hadn't any choice about it. After Mission City's incident the teenager was really lucky because a) he was a child and b) that battle wasn't global case, the goverment could drop it. But Egypt took the air out if him, kicked him in the plums and painted a target with LED-sign on his back until he die.
The young man didn't be glad for that situaton, but he hadn't any counterargument to everybody around him, that nothing much happened and he wasn't needed special status. Witwicky didn't plan to become manager. In truth he really didn't know what he wanted do in the future. But no one didn't ask teenager, which should learned on the go, despite of he was a student. How many people have gray hair before they were twenty years old?
"Good god, they will eat me alive, Lennox!"
"Don't worry, kid" The soldier pat on Sam's shoulder. "It's not so terrible as it sounds"
"Oh. Did you organized the official meeting between charity non-govermental companies and Autobots in the past?"
"Nope. But I was the best man on Epps' wedding"
"How yoy can compare it?"
"You don't realize how is big that family" William sounded like as if he'd offened by depreciation of his work.
"Sorry" Sam felt remorse. "Two hundred applicants and only twenty places. I can't assess importance of, for example, natural reserve for endangered manatees or free school for canibal tribe in Papau New Guinea. I'll fell uncomfortable to resufe someone of they"
'Yeah, they'll rope you"
Witwicky ignored that proporsal.
"I need a help. From someone, who is absolutly ruthless"
Former agent of Sector Seven Simmons came in the kitchen. After Egypt he restored own reputation and restarted his career. However that man gave up the positon on N.E.S.T. preferring to monetize adventure in Egypt with transformers. Seymour had no end of mass media and was on the phone whole day.
"Good for you choice to service of God, nobody made you do it. As far as I remember content of the Bible, the Coran and the Torah, to live without goods of civilization is a direct way to heaven... Oh, orphans have luck of study books? It so pity, I agree, but do you believe in God?... Well, let's the God will help you! To pray harder and someday maybe he'll hear you. Goodbye!..." Simmons ended call "I got only one interview on BBC, and how every freeloader thinks I do charity work with pleasure!"
"As you wish" Lennox told Sam.
"I would regret it" Witwicky signed "Simmons, I need your help!"
Former secret agent wondered and even didn't answer on next call, sounding louder with every second.
"Please, repeat it" Seymour turned phone off "I'm gonna enjoy that moment"
"I'm serious! You have experience of management more... I mean much more than me..."
"Go on" Simmons seemed glad by teenager's words
"I have no idea how it works. But I must organize one event..."
"You?" the elder man sounded more surprised than Sam expected. "I don't know who trusted you it, but someone wants your fail"
"Simmons, don't tease the child" Lennox raised his voice "After briefing I feel strong wish to shoot somebody's ass and you lift up to the top of my shooting list so fast"
"Chill, major. I guess you also understand how is inexperienced our golden... oh, sorry, cybertronian boy"
"Hey, I'm here!" Sam waved his hand, drawing attention from adults "I need someone, who helps me choose guests therefore no one of them will think much of oneself and the others will not mind me"
"You're so naive. I find it cute. But sorry, my young friend, I can't help you. I'm swamped for a long time. And besides you got involved in that shit. You should solve own problems youself. It's time to grow up"
Until William reached for a weapon, Sam decided to play his trump card
"I pay you half of my salary"
"To hell all my plans! I'm all yours, kid" Seymour threw his phone. "I help you sort all these depedents who live thanks donates from such guillible fools as..." In that moment Lennox put his gun on the table that Simmons could see it "... as our senators from parliament. Also I teach you the most important word in politics"
"And what's that word?"
"No"
Holding Sam's shoulders Seymour left the kitchen with him.
"I hope he will not mess him" Ironhide's voice hiss in headset.
"I'm worried about Simmons more" Will took one sip of coffee. "Sam has wondering ability of good influence to people"