Knight Rider 2000

EM Knights

Written by

Scott Kirkessner

Story by

Patrick Gaido

Based upon KNIGHT RIDER

Created by

Glen A. Larson

Original KNIGHT RIDER 2000 Concept by

Rob Hedden

New concept by

Scott Kirkessner

Utilizing technology from the Viper team, Knight Industries successfully recreates the electromagnetic pulse that the Viper used to stop criminals. Their victory is short however, when a group of high tech criminals succeed in breaking into Knight Industries and stealing the new weapon. Now, the Foundation must work to stop the criminals from demonstrating the weapon’s titanic on a commercial jet.

Rated PG-13 for violent content, sensuality, and strong profanity.

June 12, 2001

Knight Industries Lab

Location: Seattle, Washington

James Bryant looked at the security monitors that covered various areas of the building. All was clear. “What’s it look like outside?”

Ronny Jibbons turned around and replied. “No activity outside either.”

“Good.” James said.

Ronny looked at his watch. “Damn, it’s 1:14am. I hate working the night side.”

James got up and stretched. “Hungry?”

“Yeah,” Ronny replied, looking at his watch again, “but I don’t go on break until two.”

“Why wait? I’ll go.”

“Cool, man, grab me a Snickers.” Ronny said.

James grabbed some change out of a drawer and walked down the hall.

Ronny looked at the cameras and smiled. He leaned back in his chair. It may be the wee hours of the morning, but it was a relaxing time.

James slammed the side of the vending machine as the Snickers bar got stuck. “Dammit. Come on!”

He set his bag of peanuts on the ground, grabbed both sides of the vending machine and tilted it back and forth until the candy bar fell to the bottom bin.

He smirked, grabbed the candy bar and his bag of peanuts, then turned around to walk back to the desk.

Upon reaching the main hallway, he noticed that the front desk was empty.

“Jibbons?” He called out. “Jibbons? Come on, man you can’t leave the desk like this! Jibbons!”

He rolled his eyes and walked over to the restrooms. He opened the door and saw Ronny lying on the floor, hog-tied, with duct tape over his mouth.

“Oh shit!” James yelled, running back to the security station. When he reached the desk, he noticed that the security monitors were all dark. Reaching for the silent alarm, he heard footsteps. He stopped and turned around to see that a man appeared behind him.

The man smiled. “Good morning.” The man spoke in a British accent. He hit James in the side of the head with his gun.

The man bent over and disarmed James. “We have two minutes, before the backup security systems activate, gentlemen.” He said.

Out of the dark corners of the lobby, three others, dressed all in dark clothes, made their appearance and ran down the hallway, with the British man running after.

A blonde man reached a entryway first with the other three catching up. He quickly pulled his backpack down and pulled out a small device. The round device flashed digital numbers at a fast pace before stopping on four numbers.

“The combination is 7291.” He said to the British man.

The British man nodded and the blonde man entered the four numbers on a pad. The door clicked and opened.

“Ninety seconds.” The British man said.

The group piled through the doorway and ran down a corridor. They came to another locked door. The group walked up to it and entered the access codes.

“Let’s go!” the British man yelled as they ran into the room.

The woman walked over to a giant metal vault sitting on a column in the middle of the floor and entered another set of access codes in the pad. A panel slowly dropped down and a platform slid out. On the platform was a device that looked like a weapon.

“Yes!” the woman exclaimed, picking up the weapon.

“Sixty seconds, time to exit.” The British man said.

The two men ran out the doors leaving the woman and the British man. The woman placed the weapon in a case and bolted out the door with the British man following.

The group of robbers ran over to a black Chevrolet Suburban. The British man hopped into the driver’s seat and everyone else piled inside. He started the truck and sped out of the parking lot of Knight Industries.

0710 Hrs

Russell Maddock walked down the hallway of Knight Industries passing Seattle police officers and internal investigators.

Natalie Markins was standing in the clean room where the heist took place. She was carefully looking at the central vault that used to house the Electro Magnetic Pulse Weapon.

“KITT,” Natalie said, squinting her eyes, looking down the side of the vault, “is there any kind of traceable or identifiable marks you can find?”

“None whatsoever, Natalie.” KITT reported. “Whoever pulled this off was a pro and knew what they were looking for.”

“Great.” Natalie said, looking up as Kevin walked in the room, visibly angry.

He slammed his backpack on the table and sat down in a chair, dejected.

“You okay?” Natalie asked, standing up and facing him.

“Do I look okay?” Kevin asked. “We spent months on the technology the Viper provided us with and it gets stolen.”

“The Viper?” Natalie asked.

“You’ve still not caught up with us?” Kevin asked. “The Viper is another super-car that a city created which operates in Metro-”

Natalie cut him off. “No, I know what it means. The Bureau has expressed interest in the project ever since they helped bust Lane Cassidy. Trust me Kevin, I am very well aware of FLAG operations.”

Kevin nodded and rubbed his eyes.

Natalie realized that she had hurt him. “I’m sorry Kevin, I know that this project was special to you. How long have you been working on it?”

“Almost a year.” Kevin said. “The Viper technology just wouldn’t work with KI systems, so we had to adapt it and recreate the weapon on our own terms.”

“What was the status of the weapon?” Natalie asked.

“It was fully functional and ready for testing. We had testing scheduled today.” Kevin said, tossing his PDA across the desk.

“We’re in big trouble if that weapon is in the wrong hands.” Said Bonnie Barstow, walking into the room.

“Any ideas as to what groups could have been interested in the weapon?” Natalie asked.

“No,” Kevin said, “this weapon was top-secret, the only people who knew about this were the ones associated with the project. Bonnie, myself, and a few others.”

Natalie nodded. “We’re getting somewhere now.”

“Oh?” Bonnie asked.

“Yeah, looks like you guys were the victim of some industrial espionage.”

“No way!” Bonnie said.

“Why so quick to write that idea off, Dr. Barstow?” Natalie asked.

“Because it isn’t possible, that’s why. I spent about 75 percent of my time in Knight Industries working on repairing KITT after Michael took him for a horrible romp, which, I must say, you can almost be classified as a worse driver than he is. The other 25 percent was spent on securing Knight Industries and making it impenetrable.”

“Correct me if I am wrong, but didn’t The Outfit manage to pay off two people in KI, those who actually held parts of the formula for the MBS?” Natalie asked.

“What?!” Bonnie asked.

“Dammit, Natalie.” Kevin said.

“What are you talking about?” Bonnie asked, growing angrier.

“Tell her, Kevin. Tell her how The Outfit managed to worm its way into KI and pay off two men who held the formula.” Natalie said.

Kevin shook his head.

“Why the hell wasn’t I told about this?” Bonnie asked.

“It had been deemed classified.” Kevin explained.

“Bull, I have the highest classification rating here. I should have been informed about this. Are we looking at a cover-up?” Bonnie asked.

Kevin glared at Natalie and nodded.

“Son of a bitch.” Bonnie said.

“I’m pointing out the absolute facts, right here. You guys either have, or had, a leak.” Natalie said.

“Great, so what are we supposed to do from here?” Kevin asked.

“For starters, you can get me a list of all people associated with the project. Then you check out your security logs and see which of those people didn’t show up for work today. If one is missing, we have our investigative lead.” Natalie said.

Kevin nodded and left the room. Natalie stood up and began to follow.

“What are you doing?” Bonnie asked.

“Beginning my investigation.” Natalie said, walking past Bonnie and following Kevin down the hall.

Bonne shook her head, got up, and ran after. “Agent Markins. Agent Markins!”

Natalie glanced behind her and kept on walking after Kevin. “What is it, Dr. Barstow? I have work to do.”

“What if all of the project assistants are accounted for?” Bonnie asked.

“Then we place this building in lockdown until all of the people associated with the project have been properly interrogated.”

“What?! That could take hours!”

“Your point?” Natalie asked.

“We can’t halt the operations of Knight Industries for an interrogation.” Bonnie said.

Natalie stopped and faced Bonnie. “Dr. Barstow, I have been tasked with conducting an investigation for the theft of KI-Project X-Ray Alpha Twenty Seven. Don’t get in my way.”

“Hey, you don’t work for the Bureau any more, Agent Markins, get it through your head. We are a team here-”

“And we are a team at the FBI too.” Natalie said. “So I don’t need a ‘team player speech’ that the executive staff at Bullseye would give to their employees okay? What I need is your cooperation with finding this device. So, Dr. Barstow, stay out of my way.” Natalie said, walking off, leaving Bonnie defeated in the hallway.

0800 Hrs

Kevin and Natalie were sitting in the security office in front of a computer terminal.

“Well, all twenty seven people are accounted for.” Kevin said, looking at a highlighted image on the computer screen. “Except her.”

Natalie looked at the picture on the screen. “Cynthia Weiss.” She read.

“Ms. Weiss was associated with the project as one of the lead technicians. She came highly recommended from Cal-Tech.”

“What was her excuse for calling out today?” Natalie asked.

Kevin clicked on the mouse and read off the screen. “She called in at 0634 hours explaining that she had been sick the previous night from eating something bad.”

“Nice and vague.” Natalie said. “How about we call her house and see how her food poisoning is doing.”

Elliott Bay Towers

Black clothes were strewn on the floor of the bedroom overlooking Elliott Bay. A couple lay naked in bed under the covers. A red-haired woman leaned over a man, kissing him and then rolled over on her back next to him.

“Did they believe your excuse?” a man with a British accent asked. It was the same man from the heist the previous night.

Cynthia Weiss, the same woman who assisted in previous night’s robbery, looked at her bed mate and smiled. “Damn right, the receptionist delivered the usual sympathy and crap.”

“Good,” the British man said, “I guess you won’t be returning to Knight Industries tomorrow either.”

“Or the following days either.” Cynthia added. She rolled on top of the British man again. “So tell me, when we get to shove Knight Industries’ shit down their own throats, David?”

David Dayne smiled and kissed his lover. “When they know we have it. We have to start a disaster first, in order to get them in the end.”

Cynthia smiled, got out of bed, kicked at the pile of clothes on the floor and stood in front of a window. “Too bad this doesn’t face the Space Needle like the doc’s a few floors up.”

David got out and edged up behind Cynthia wrapping his arms around her waist. He briefly kissed her neck and then brought his mouth up to her ear. “Your espionage tactics have helped us a lot, and will make us rich.”

Cynthia turned around and kissed David. “But how rich is it going to make me?” She asked after she pulled away.

“You need not worry about money.” David said. “Hang along with us and you will do just fine.”

“And if I don’t? Do I get the compensation I deserve?”

“I thought sleeping with me was compensation enough.” David said, slyly.

Cynthia shot him a cocky smile and sat down on the bed.

David eased down and laid her down on the bed, laying himself on top of her. “As we discussed before, fifty seven thousand dollars.”

Cynthia smiled again. “Maybe I like it here just fine.”

The two were about to kiss when they were interrupted by the telephone ringing. David glanced at the Caller-ID. “Knight Industries is calling.”

“Wonder what they want.”

“Who cares?” David said, kissing Cynthia and pulling the covers over them.

“No answer.” Natalie said, hanging up the phone. “You guys keep audio phone records, right?” Natalie asked.

Kevin hesitated before answering. “Yeah.”

Natalie nodded. “Good, will you pull up that file for me please?”

Kevin typed on the keyboard and the phone conversation that took place earlier that morning was played.

Natalie listened to it and took notes on a notepad. When it finished, she pressed a button on her comm-link and called KITT. “KITT, activate your Voice Analyzer.”

“Voice Analyzer activated, Agent Markins.” KITT replied.

“Good, listen to this conversation,” Natalie said. Pressing the play button again, “and tell me who is lying.”

The conversation played again and Natalie waited for it to finish.

“The person who called out from work is lying, almost obviously.” KITT reported.

“Obviously.” Kevin said, with a smile.

“Bingo. Thank you, KITT.” Natalie said.

“What are we gonna do now? Go and bust her?” Kevin asked.

Natalie stared at the screen for a while. “I think Cynthia has some questions to answer.” She said, grabbing her jacket and walking out the door. Kevin got up and followed.

“I’m going with you.” He said.

“KITT, meet us at the main entrance of Knight Industries.”

KITT was parked on the north side of the Knight Foundation campus. Inside, his dashboard lit up and came to life. The engine started and the car shifted into gear and drove down the road, sans a human driver.

The fire engine red car with a red scanner light on its prow, pulled up in front of the Knight Industries building. Natalie and Kevin were standing before the glass double doors.

KITT opened the driver and passenger side doors as Natalie and Kevin walked over to them and got inside.

Natalie pressed a button on the center roof console marked Normal Cruise. She pressed the gas pedal and drove away.

“So what do you expect when we get to her pad?” Kevin said.

“I’m not sure.” Natalie said.

“Rough estimate?” Kevin asked.

“Probably a heavily armed welcoming committee.”

Kevin sighed.

KITT, knowing all too well when to change a subject, spoke. “Kevin, what is this EM Device that was stolen?”

“It’s a KI-tweaked replica of the Static Pulse Cannon that the Viper uses.”

“How powerful is it?” Natalie asked.

“Same calibration as the Static Pulse Cannon. It disrupts any electrical activity in a machine, stalling it, so to speak. The Viper’s version of the cannon lasts only five minutes, where the KI version has a special setting which allows the user to adjust the timeframe of how long the charge lasts.”

“What is the range?” KITT asked.

“The weapon has a range of about one point five miles. It has a tiny camera mounted just on top of the barrel, which displays an image on a small monitor on the rear of the weapon.”

“Similar to a zoom on a camera?” KITT asked.

“Exactly,” Kevin said, “we used the same zoom system that you use.”

“What are the time settings?” Natalie asked.

“The lowest setting is two minutes, and the highest setting is thirty minutes.” Kevin explained.

“What did you have in mind for this weapon?”

“Well, after testing was finished, we would have considered mounting it on KITT.” Kevin said.

“It would give me a few more choices for capture, correct Kevin?” KITT asked.

”Exactly.”

“Agent Markins, we are approaching the Elliott Bay Towers.”

“All right, thanks, KITT,” Natalie said, looking out the window, “Oooh, nice Beamer.” She said as a black BMW passed them.

“Watch it, Natalie, you’ll make KITT jealous.”

“Kevin, that’s impossible!” KITT said. “Besides, that BMW has nothing on me.”

Natalie parked KITT at the front of the building, got out and walked towards the doors, with Kevin quickly following.

The doorman opened the door for Natalie, and spoke to them as they walked through. “Excuse me, but your car can’t be parked there.”

Kevin turned around and turned back to the doorman. “Oh, don’t worry about it.” He said, nodding for Natalie to keep walking.

“But…” the doorman said, watching the two walk towards the elevators. He turned back to the street and watched the car start up. His eyes went wide as the car pulled out into traffic and left its illegal parking space. “Whoa.”

Cynthia, now clothed, was standing on the balcony. Something made her glance down towards the street. “What the hell?!”

David ran over and looked at the street with her. “What is it?”

“That!” she said, pointing down.

David squinted and saw the familiar form of a black-topped red car, which he had only seen in the computer simulations that Cynthia swiped from Knight Industries. “Shit!”

“FLAG’s here.” Cynthia said, running back into the apartment.

David quickly followed and tore open a closet door, revealing the black case from last night. He picked it up and slammed it on the bed, opening it.

He pulled out the EM weapon and activated it.

“Kevin, Agent Markins! One of the occupants of the apartment has activated the EM weapon!” KITT’s panicked voice came over the comm-link.

Natalie took out her Beretta 92FS handgun out of her holster and cautiously walked down the corridor.

David walked to the balcony and saw the car parked in the curbside parking area. He strapped himself to the weapon and aimed it downward. The target locked on KITT and he smiled.

“He’s locking the EM weapon on me!” KITT said.

Natalie took off running towards the apartment only to be met by the door opening and a woman with an automatic machine gun bursting out and firing.

Natalie ducked and slammed her back through a door into another apartment. Kevin managed to duck into a stairwell.

To her luck, Natalie found the apartment empty and quickly ran into the kitchen as Cynthia sprayed the living room with bullets.

Cynthia’s rage was met by gunfire from Natalie. She knew that her Beretta was no match for the machine gun, but she decided to unload a round above her head.

Cynthia focused her aim on the counter and Natalie found herself trapped.

Kevin spoke into his comm-link. “KITT, she’s in trouble!”

“I know, Kevin-”

Kevin winced as a high pitched feedback scream erupted through the comm-link and interrupted KITT’s sentence. “KITT?!”

David smiled as the weapon’s discharge hit KITT dead on. He looked out the apartment door as he heard Cynthia firing madly in the apartment across the hall.

Cynthia’s firing stopped, she had run out of ammo. Natalie knew this was her chance to take the girl before she had a chance to reload. She stood up, only to see Cynthia aiming a handgun at her.

“Shit!” Natalie yelled, ducking behind the counter again as Cynthia fired the handgun.

“I got you now!” Cynthia yelled as the emptied four rounds into what was left of the counter.

What she didn’t see was Kevin, rushing up behind her and tackling her down to the ground. The gun was knocked from her hands and sailed across the room.

Cynthia struggled as Kevin pinned her to the ground.

“I got her, Natalie!” he yelled.

“No you don’t.” a voice said behind them. It was David. He produced a Beretta 96 Centurion out of his coat and aimed it at Kevin. “I got a gun aimed at Junior, lady, hang it up!”

Natalie stood up with an angry look on her face. She set the gun down and put her hands up.

David smiled. “Let’s go, Cynthia.”

Cynthia pushed Kevin out of the way and got up. She walked out the door in front of David, picking up the black case, which housed the EM weapon.

“Say ‘hello’ to KITT for me in about.. ohh, thirty minutes.” David said, walking out the door.

Natalie put her hands down and slammed the counter. “Dammit!”

Kevin got up. “Guess you were right.”

“Who the hell was that British prick?” Natalie asked.

“Beats me. Cynthia’s flame I guess.” Kevin said.

“What did he mean about KITT?”

“I don’t know… wait a minute.” Kevin said.

“What is it?”

“When I was in the hall, KITT alerted me to you being trapped. He was stopped in the middle of a sentence and I got feedback through the comm-link.”

Natalie spoke into her comm-link. “KITT? KITT?”

“Oh God…” Kevin said.

“What?”

Kevin ran out of the apartment and down the hall. Natalie ran after him.

When they ran down the three flights of stairs, Kevin burst through the glass doors and out onto the pavement.

He ran over to KITT who was parked on the side of the road. Kevin put his hands on the rear spoiler and but pulled them away quickly. “Hot shit!” he yelled, waving his hands in the cool air.

Natalie ran over and saw the smoking car. “What the hell happened?!”

“Oh shit… he was hit with the EM gun!” Kevin said.

“KITT?” Natalie asked. “KITT!?” She walked over and used her coat to open the driver’s side door. “Well I don’t see any external damage. Except the fact that the whole dashboard is dark!” Natalie yelled back to Kevin.

Kevin walked over, still cradling his hands. “Damn.” He said.

Kevin managed to get his burnt hands wrapped in gauze while he supervised the flatbed tow truck hoisting KITT off of the street.

Natalie stood off to the side, on her cell-phone, with her right hand plugging her ear to drown out the noise from the busy street. “Yeah… I don’t know… look Russ listen, the only lead in KI is Cynthia… how am I sure?! I was a criminologist, Russ, I know these things! You were a DA, you prosecuted these assholes, well I know how they work… yeah I’m finished… Look, Russ, we’re taking KITT back to KI now… yeah he’s still inactive… I don’t know how that shit works, ask the boy genius when we get back!” Natalie said, hanging up the phone.

KITT was secured onto the flatbed and the KI drivers got inside and drove off. Kevin and Natalie got inside a black sedan and drove off behind it.

Bonnie and Maddock were standing in front of the Knight Industries garage as the flatbed truck pulled up. Four other KI technicians were waiting there with them as the truck entered the garage. Bonnie and the techies followed the truck as Maddock met Natalie and Kevin.

“What happened?” Maddock asked.

“They hit KITT with the EM.” Kevin said.

“Damage estimates?” Maddock asked.

“No external damage,” Kevin said, “except for superheating the MBS.” He said, showing his gauzed hands.

“How about internal damage?” Maddock asked.

“Well, the EM weapon was designed to just stop all electronic activity, not destroy anything.” Kevin said.

“How was it able to penetrate the MBS?” Natalie asked.

Kevin looked at the ground and shuffled his feet. “Well….”

“Kevin?” Maddock asked.

“We decided to test the EM weapon on a surface covered with the MBS. We were pretty much surprised that it was able to penetrate.”

“Why didn’t you lower the calibration?” Natalie asked.

“That was the next step of our testing.”

“I think an even better question is why did you even decide to use the MBS?” Natalie asked.

“We wanted to use various surfaces to test it on. From the MBS, to fiberglass to the new steel, and the bulletproof material that the Bureau uses.” Kevin explained.

“Oh, great.” Natalie said.

Bonnie walked out of the garage. “Well, the EM weapon did what we figured it would do. The pulse timer was set at the maximum setting. He should be waking up—well, reactivating any minute now.” She explained.

The four of them walked into the garage, where KITT was set on the ground and connected to various power sources.

“Would the CPU be damaged in any way?” Natalie asked.

“No,” Bonnie said, “we designed the weapon not to destroy, just to temporarily stop. No data loss should occur, but we have him hooked up to these power sources just in case.”

They all turned around as they heard the familiar sound of the Knight 4000 starting up. The red scanner in front of the car began moving once again.

“KITT?” Bonnie asked.

“Is that you, Bonnie?” KITT asked, slow at first, but returning to normal.

“Yeah, KITT,” Bonnie said, “it’s me. We’re all here. What’s wrong?” she asked, kneeling down in front of KITT’s scanner and placing her hands on his hood.

“Nothing’s wrong, Bonnie.” KITT said. There was a long pause. “I don’t know.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Maddock asked.

“He’s feeling the after effects of the EM weapon,” Kevin explained, “KITT, what do you remember?”

“Agent Markins was trapped in a gun battle in an apartment, and all of a sudden, my systems abruptly shut down. After that, I found myself reactivated, here in the Knight Industries garage.”

“KITT,” Natalie said, “you’re telling me you have no memory of the time you were deactivated?”

“No. Bonnie, my internal chronometers are off by exactly thirty minutes.” KITT said.

“No, KITT. You were shut down for a total of thirty minutes.” Natalie explained.

“How can that be? As I observed it, it was instantaneous.” KITT argued.

0915 Hrs

Maddock, Kevin, Bonnie, and Natalie were sitting inside Maddock’s office.

“Now Bonnie, Kevin… can you be absolutely 100 percent positive that the EM discharge didn’t damage KITT in any way?” Maddock asked.

“Russ, we’ve tested this weapon on five computers ranging from 8080’s to Pentium Fours.” Bonnie said.

“Of course the 8080’s didn’t do so well on some occasions.” Kevin said.

“Right, but KITT is more than an 8080, or even the Pentium Five prototype. You know that, Russ.” Bonnie said/

“I know,” Maddock said, standing up and rubbing his head, “and that’s the main reason why I’m asking about his system status.”

“The computers registered a time loss on their clocks as well.” Bonnie said.

“KITT’s perfectly normal.” Kevin said. “Provided that we haven’t tested this weapon on living things, I would say KITT passed with flying colors?”

“Living things? KITT?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah,” Bonnie said, with a tone in her voice. “What’s wrong, Agent Markins?”

“I’m having a problem with you guys regarding KITT as a living thing. I mean… he’s a collection of machines. A sentient artificial intelligence, not a human being.” Natalie said, protesting.

“I disagree with you on that.” Bonnie said.

“Yeah?” Natalie asked.

“Yeah. KITT is much more than circuits, chips, and wiring,” Bonnie argued, “he IS a sentient life form, but we’ve come to know him as more.”

“I just think you’re short stroking yourself believing him to be more than an AI.” Natalie said.

“How long have you been serving with KITT?” Bonnie asked, her tone growing stronger.

Maddock stood up and patted Kevin on the shoulders, who looked up at him.

“Huh?” Kevin asked.

Maddock gestured his head to the door. Kevin got up and the two men walked outside.

“How long, Agent Markins?” Bonnie repeated.

“Little more than a month.” Natalie said.

“Right, so therefore, you have no clue about what we are talking about!” Bonnie yelled.

“I’m just saying-”

“Just stop!” Bonnie said, holding her hand up in the air. “Agent Markins, you are the brand new driver to a whole new outfit which you are unfamiliar with. You’ve been riding with KITT for only a month! You have NO idea the kind of connection we have formed with him. Kevin and Shawn have been with the Foundation for over a year. Maddock doesn’t care; he’s just the boss. I’ve been with KITT for almost a total of eight years, I know every circuit, wire, everything.”

“Bonnie, I’m paid to drive, and bring criminals in.”

“If you’d been riding with KITT as long as Michael and Shawn have, you would understand, Agent Markins.”

“Natalie!”

“I beg your pardon?” Bonnie asked.

“I do have a first name you know!” Natalie said, taking out her ID card and flinging it at Bonnie, who batted it away. “It’s Natalie, just in case you didn’t know.”

Bonnie scoffed. “I don’t have time for this. You stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours!”

“My pleasure.” Natalie said, getting up and walking out.

The door slammed open and Maddock and Kevin stood clear. Natalie stormed down the hallway and staircase.

Bonnie came rushing out, not too long after. “God I hate that bitch.” She said to the two men. “You gonna do anything about her?”

“Do what?” Maddock asked. “She’s our driver, she hasn’t done anything wrong. You two disagree, big whoop.” Maddock said, returning to his office, leaving Kevin and Bonnie alone.

Bonnie sighed and stretched her neck. “Kevin, if I happen to wander up to the Space Needle one of these days, with a machine gun…”

“Don’t worry,” Kevin said, “I’ll have the secretary disavow all knowledge of your actions.” He said with a smile.

Natalie stood at the top of the stairwell in the garage, looking down at KITT, who was still hooked up to some machines.

She paused before walking down the stairwell. “KITT?” she asked, on her way down, her voice echoing in the massive garage.

“Yes Agent Markins?” KITT replied.

“Natalie.” she corrected. “Why does everyone call me by my FBI title?”

“I… I don’t know, Natalie. I believe that all of us are used to some sort of formality with FBI agents.” KITT speculated.

“Silence of The Lambs and X Files trained everyone’s minds?” Natalie asked, leaning on KITT’s passenger side.

“But of course, Clarice.” KITT said, his voice altered.

Natalie laughed but then grew serious. “Bonnie hates me.”

“No she doesn’t.” KITT said. “Shawn leaving was the toughest thing for all of us, mainly Bonnie, who thought of Shawn as a little sister. Potentially because Shawn has my memory chip implanted in her brain.”

“I think I made her mad when we were talking about you in Maddock’s office. She said she regarded you more as a human, than an AI.”

“Most people who have been with me for a long period of time tend to. I don’t mind either way, though.” KITT said.

“Either way what?” Natalie asked.

“If they would regard me as a human, or an AI.” KITT said.

“You know, I haven’t had many partners before.” Natalie said. “I was so used to just riding alone…”

“You find it hard to trust a talking car, don’t you?” KITT asked.

Natalie closed her eyes and remembered a few moments from a day at the academy…

“Markins, move it!” she yelled.

Natalie quickly ran after her classmate, Julie Allison. She couldn’t believe that gunmen had penetrated the security at Quantico. The two women were only two months from graduation, and now they were thrown into a hostile situation, far too early.

“I don’t see anyone!” Natalie yelled.

“Let’s just get out of here!” Julie replied.

The two classmates quickly came to a walk and turned a corner.

“Did you get a look at him?” Natalie asked.

“No,” Julie replied, “did you?”

Natalie shook her head. The two of them slowly walked down a staircase. “This is bad.” She said.

“We’ve been trained for this,” Julie said. “The only thing different is that we don’t have any guns.” She said, as she reached the bottom of the stairs. Out of nowhere, an arm appeared and fired three shots in her chest.

Julie was thrown back onto Natalie, who fell onto the stairs. “Julie!”

The gunman ran out a doorway. Natalie was stunned, holding her classmate on the stairs.

The blood gushed out of Julie’s wounds. She was dead in a matter of seconds.

Natalie’s head snapped up as she heard more gunfire outside. The door slammed open again. ‘This is it,’ she thought, ‘he’s come back to finish me.’

But, rather than an armed criminal, five armed FBI agents ran into the room, quickly scrambling to secure it...

Natalie opened her eyes. “You know, KITT… it’s sometimes hard to trust anyone but yourself, period.”

“I don’t think I could ever imagine life without a partner.” KITT said.

Natalie didn’t say anything.

“Well, anyway. Before the weapon was discharged, I managed to get some visuals of Miss Weiss and her male companion.” KITT said, with the picture of David Dayne appearing on the windshield monitor.

Natalie looked inside.

“His name is David Dayne,” KITT said, “a British National. None of the domestic law enforcement agencies have heard of him. However, some digging into MI5 revealed that Mr. Dayne was once an agent.”

“MI5, the UK Secret Service.” Natalie stated.

“Correct. However, his files were heavily buried, almost as if they wanted to discredit his association with the agency.”

“Should we call the director and see if he can shed any light on it?”

“No need to,” KITT said, “I have already found why he was dismissed and discredited. David Dayne was one of their top agents. His field was terrorism, and often investigated attacks in Northern Ireland.”

“Okay.” Natalie said.

“After a terrorist bomb had destroyed a shelter, two blocks from David’s flat, MI5 decided to investigate their own agent and found that he was collaborating with the Irish National Liberation Army, also known as the INLA.” KITT said.

“Wow… you’re telling me that MI5 covered it up?”

“It was determined that it would be for the good of the service that his treason be covered up and kept from everyone, including Parliament.” KITT said.

Natalie walked over to KITT’s driver side door and got in. “How you feeling?” she asked.

“Just fine,” KITT replied, “where are we going?”

“We have to stop and think for a moment here.” Natalie said.

“About?”

“About why David Dayne would want this weapon. It’s obvious that he is some kind of terrorist collaborator, so I am getting an inkling that he isn’t the real top banana we are after.”

“Why do you say that?” KITT asked.

“Well, since he decided to be a double agent, loyal to MI5 and the INLA, then we have to think that he might just be a soldier of fortune. I’ve dealt with mercenary criminals before… something is just telling me that he isn’t the big cheese.”

“So now what?” KITT asked. “What do you think his next move will be?”

“KITT, that’s a real good question. I think we should just quietly canvas the city, and see what we come up with. It’s his move now.”

KITT started his engine. “It feels like it’s been his move all along.”

1529 Hrs

The telephone rang. Maddock picked it up and answered. “This is Russell Maddock.”

“Hello Mr. Maddock. I assume you know who this is.” A British voice said.

“David Dayne.” Maddock said.

“Very good. I assume you will allow me to act as an agent to tender Cynthia Weiss’ resignation.” He said, laughing.

“Cut the crap, Dayne. We know all about you. What is it that you want?”

“A very forward man. I like that.” David said. “Very simple, really. No games, no bullshit, just a ransom, and a consequence. Quantis Airlines flight Nine Twenty Four will be landing at King’s County International Airport, better known as Boeing Field, around four forty five pm today. If you would like the plane and its passengers to land safely on the ground, then I suggest you wire five hundred thousand dollars into a Swiss Bank account, which should be faxed over to your office right now. The money must be received by four forty pm when the plane enters Boeing Field airspace.”

Maddock looked at the fax, which came out of the fax machine and sat in the tray. “You’re talking half a million dollars! There’s no way in hell we can meet that!”

“Then tell that to the one hundred ten passengers who might give a bad feedback record to Quantis Airlines.” David said, hanging up.

Maddock took the fax out of the tray and looked at it. He slammed it down on the desk.

“Half a million dollars in an hour, this guy must be crazy!” Natalie yelled.

“No shit!” Maddock yelled through the videophone. “Do we have any kind of choice?”

“I guess not.” Natalie said. “KITT, run a trace on the cell-phone call. And see what you can get with that Swiss Bank account.”

“Right away Natalie.” KITT said.

Natalie paused, hearing KITT actually say her first name. “Russ, contact Kevin and Bonnie. Ask them if there is any kind of thing they can construct that would help us neutralize the pulse.”

The computer screen split into two and Kevin’s face appeared next to Maddock’s. “You want some kind of neutralizer for the EM weapon? We haven’t even done full testing on the prototype, how can you expect us to find a way to be able to shut it down?”

“I don’t know! Ultra sonic frequency wave or some shit… I’m a criminologist, not a cyber geek!” Natalie said, turning the wheel. “Listen, you guys get working on how to take down the weapon. Russ, this guy is gonna call back, so do what you can to stall him. KITT and I will fake a transfer into his account.”

“All right,” Maddock said, “but you better get to Boeing Field and warn them. Don’t let the Airport Authority and Seattle Metro stop him, though. If he gets suspicious, he’ll disappear and take down another plane some other time.”

“You got it. Good luck everyone!” Natalie said, slamming the gas pedal to the floor.

KITT sped down the highway.

“KITT, call Boeing Field and Quantis Airlines.”

Natalie heard a number being dialed, but then it stopped. “What happened?”

“I think I found a problem. The EM discharge must have damaged a circuit which won’t allow me to make outgoing communications.”

“Perfect.” Natalie said, rolling her eyes and slamming the steering wheel.

“Good luck everyone,” Bonnie repeated, harshly. “Like we need her charity and luck.”

“You know what? You’re jealous.” Kevin said, looking up at her.

“Jealous?! Me? How so?” Bonnie said.

“Because another female entered FLAG. Mainly KITT’s life.”

“No way.” Bonnie said, picking up a tube. “Shawn is a woman, she’s with FLAG.”

“Yeah, but she was already here when you returned. You left KI in the early 90’s, you came back a decade later, not really caring, or ready to return to action. Now Shawn takes a leave of absence and Natalie comes in from the Bureau.”

“I’m not jealous.” Bonnie said, slamming the tube down. “But I do have problems with her.”

“Like what? I think she’s a great driver. Sure ain’t no Shawn though…” Kevin said.

“That’s the thing. She isn’t Shawn! But she acts like she is Shawn’s replacement, and her ‘extensive FBI knowledge,’” Bonnie said, mocking. “Give me a break.”

“Bonnie, enough.” Kevin said. “Enough. You aren’t giving Agent Markins- Natalie, a chance. You’re so close minded with Shawn… you aren’t seeing that Natalie is here to help us.”

“I guess you’re right,” Bonnie said, “I guess I was so used to treating Shawn like a kid sister… when she left… and Natalie came in… I guess I was just the jealous older sister.”

“You still have time to start anew.” Kevin said, smiling. He handed a book to her. “All right, we built that weapon, now it’s time to take down the son of a bitch.”

1622 Hrs

Natalie pulled up to the curbside check in at King’s County International Airport. She hopped out of KITT and ran inside.

KITT sat along the curb and activated his surveillance mode.

“The white zone is for the immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. No parking.” Said the voice over the PA system. It began to repeat itself in Spanish and French.

“Oh be quiet.” KITT said. On his central monitor, the words: MicroJam Radio appeared. The voice abruptly stopped as KITT slowly pulled out of the white zone.

Natalie ran inside the airport and up to a security station. She took out her wallet and flashed her ID. “FLAG Special Agent Natalie Markins, I need to talk to the security chief and a senior representative from Quantis Airlines.”

The nervous security guard nodded and waved her through.

“KITT, scan the vicinity for Dayne and the weapon.” Natalie said, in her commlink.

“I’m picking up an SUV containing two people and the weapon on the outskirts of the airport. They’re directly south of runway 27-R.”

“All right,” Bonnie said, “here we go again.”

“I’m double checking the equations.” Kevin said, typing on the computer.

“Think this will work?”

“I hope so.” Kevin said.

The telephone rang on Maddock’s desk. “Dayne?”

“Yes,” David answered, “very good. I’m checking my account records now, and I do not see any trace of the money inside of it.”

“We’re doing what we can,” Maddock said over the phone, “but you have to understand that we need more time!”

“More time isn’t good enough!” David yelled into the phone. “Now you transfer the money, or the plane crashes, got it!?” he hung up.

Cynthia walked over to David. “We got them right where we want them.” She said.

David smiled and kissed her. “Go back to your flat and start packing, for our flight to Cuba.”

Cynthia kissed back and nodded. She got into the SUV and drove off.

“All right, KITT,” Natalie said, “worst case scenario here. If the pulse hits the plane, what would happen?”

“The pulse would disable all electrical systems in the jet. Since it would be on final approach, the elevators and rudder would be in their required positions, along with the landing gear. Since the landing gear is down, the plane would be unable to glide down to a safe landing… the elevators would be stuck, all instruments would fail, and the plane would crash on the runway.” KITT explained. “It would be a great tragedy.”

Natalie punched a few buttons on the overhead console. “Kevin, Bonnie. Any progress?”

“I think so,” Kevin said, “we’re uploading to KITT now.”

“All right,” Natalie said, punching more buttons, “start the transfer.”

KITT’s central monitor came to life as numbers quickly flashed on the screen.

David looked at the screen on his laptop, watching the funds pour into his account. He smiled. He picked up the gun and charged it. Looking up, he saw the airplane come into view. He picked up a pair of binoculars and looked through them. It was his target.

The laptop beeped and he looked at it. The funds were completely transferred.

“Is he still there?” Natalie asked.

“Yes,” KITT said, “and he is charging the EM weapon.”

“I figured he would.” Natalie said.

“How so?”

“A criminal holds a company at bay and threatens to kill hundreds of people unless he gets the money. As soon as the money is given to him, that puts him in a position of power. And the temptation to follow through with the threat anyway is too strong.”

“So now what?” KITT asked.

“We nail his ass.” Natalie said, peeling out of the parking lot.

David picked up the EM weapon and looked through the small monitor. He locked onto the plane and waited for the weapon to finish charging.

Out of the corner of his eye, he viewed a red blur coming toward them. He looked over and saw that it was KITT.

The weapon finished charging and he aimed the weapon at KITT. He fired.

The pulse discharged from the weapon and headed towards KITT.

“Hi-ho-silver.” KITT said.

“No shit.” Natalie said, looking at the discharge coming at them.

The pulse hit KITT head on, and it quickly bounced off.

“All right!” Natalie yelled.

David looked in amazement as the pulse bounced off of KITT. He looked up and saw the plane getting closer. He aimed the weapon at the plane.

“He’s about to fire!” KITT said.

“Take it out.” Natalie said.

“Activating MicroJam.”

David pulled the trigger on the weapon. Nothing. He pulled it again and again. The weapon failed to fire. “No!” he yelled as the plane sailed over him and landed on the runway.

He aimed at KITT again and pulled the trigger. It was no use, the weapon was dead! He put the strap around his shoulder and grabbed his laptop. He ran across the field towards the road.

KITT tore up the ground as he sped after David.

David crawled through a hole he made in the fence earlier and onto the road. Cars blew their horns and veered all over the road to avoid him. He aimed the EM weapon at a car which stopped. He ran over to the driver’s side and dragged the defenseless driver out and slammed him down to the road. He tossed the weapon into the backseat and sped off.

Natalie crashed KITT through the fence, almost broad-siding a car on the road.

“Track him.” Natalie said.

KITT’s windshield switched to Virtual Reality mode and highlighted David’s stolen getaway car.

“Keep on him.” Natalie said.

“I’m doing my best, Natalie, but if I speed up, we will more than likely cause an accident.” KITT said.

“Any idea where he could be going?” Natalie asked.

“You’re asking me?!” KITT said.

“Well… yeah!”

“I don’t know, do I look like his car?”

“Forget it, let’s just nail him. Gimme everything you got.” Natalie said, weaving in and out of cars.

David sped through the city, running cars off the road. He looked at the clock on the stereo. Their flight to freedom left in three hours.

He blasted across the bridge over Elliott Bay and sped towards the apartment building. He looked behind him and saw KITT still tailing him.

“He’s headed toward his apartment. Shall we pursue?” KITT asked.

“No…” Natalie said. “I got an idea.”

David paced in the elevator, hating to be in such confined spaces when being pursued. The doors opened and he ran down the hallway to his apartment. He opened the door and ran inside.

Cynthia was sitting on the sofa. She stood up when he walked in. “I’m ready to go. Do you have the weapon?”

“FLAG disabled the weapon. I dunno if it works or not. I have a car waiting for us downstairs. Let’s go.”

“Wait. FLAG took out the weapon?” Cynthia asked.

“Yeah, so we better get the hell out of here.”

“No way! If FLAG disabled it, then they’re gonna be able to stop us now!”

“Quiet! Enough. Let’s get the hell out of here.” David said, grabbing her by the arm.

“Forget it!” Cynthia said, running to the phone. “I’m calling him up. He’ll be able to find a way for us to get out safely.”

“Bullshit!” David said, running over to intercept the phone. He changed his tone. “Don’t you trust me?” he asked, embracing her.

Cynthia embraced him back, and kissed him. “Of course, I do. I just want the two of us to get out of here safely. You know he’d be able to help us. He’s been running the show anyway.”

“Don’t worry, we will. Besides, he’s the one who brought us together.” David said, beginning to kiss her neck.

Cynthia turned around and let her back rest against his chest.

David brought his arms along her sides and to her chest. He kissed her neck again.

“So do you wanna call him or should I?” she asked.

David brought his hands higher… and in a swift move, snapped Cynthia’s neck. He let her dead body fall to the floor. “You give me a headache, love.” He said. He picked up his suitcase and ran into the hall.

The elevator took him down to the ground floor and he exited through the lobby. His stolen car was still sitting there waiting for him to make his getaway.

“Hello there, David.” Natalie said from his left, aiming her gun at him.

“Shit!” David yelled, dropping the briefcase and running across the street, dodging cars.

Natalie ran after, barely missing being hit by a truck.

Running as fast as he could, David took out a gun from his pocket and blindly fired at his pursuer.

Natalie ducked as the bullets whizzed by her. She knew better than to fire in such an open place, for fear of hitting an innocent bystander.

“KITT, meet us at the Space Needle.” Natalie said.

Outside the apartment building, KITT came to life and sped down the street to try and intercept the chase.

David ran into the Space Needle lobby waving his gun around. The people in the lobby screamed and ran for cover. He ran into one of the high speed elevators and activated it.

KITT screeched to a halt in front of the entrance just as Natalie ran up.

“Dammit, we’re too late! Keep us on the tracking scope!” Natalie said, running into the lobby. Another elevator was open, and she hopped inside, just seconds after the doors on David’s elevator closed.

The elevator activated and began the fast ascent towards the top.

“KITT, where is he?” Natalie asked.

“He’s just a few seconds above you. He will have a two second head start.” KITT reported.

Natalie checked the ammo in her gun and made sure she had two extra backup clips. “How far?”

“About a minute.” KITT replied.

Natalie paused. “KITT, tap in and stop the elevator one floor below the main room.”

She felt the elevator slowing down and stopping.

“What’s your plan?” KITT asked.

Natalie looked up towards the top of the elevator. She climbed up on one of the railings and pushed an access panel open. “Easy,” she whispered, “I’m gonna sneak down from the upper maintenance level and surprise him.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Once I’m up there, send the elevator to its destination.” Natalie said, climbing up a ladder.

“You got it.”

David paced around in the empty observation deck. He had his gun drawn. He looked at the elevator doors and saw the numbers above it lighting up. He aimed his gun at the doors as the elevator arrived.

His smile turned sinister as he heard the ding. He let loose, allowing the handgun to pour round after round of bullets into the elevator car.

He dropped the empty gun and walked towards the elevator doors as they opened. The car was empty!

Suddenly, from behind, he felt a striking force slam into his back. He was thrown into the elevator car.

Natalie was on top of him, struggling to incapacitate him.

David reached around and grabbed her arm, twisting it behind her. Natalie was forced to let go and he kicked her off of him, back into the observation deck.

Natalie stood up as he kicked her in the shin. She fell down to the ground as he went for his gun. She was able to trip him and punch him in the stomach.

A kick to the back of his legs brought David down, who tried to kick Natalie away, who elbowed him in the chest, breaking some ribs. She punched him twice in the face.

David punched back, hitting Natalie in the jaw. He got up and went to punch her again when she kicked him in his chest. He yelled in pain as the broken ribs were irritated and as more snapped.

Remembering her training from the FBI, Natalie gave one final devastating kick to David’s head, sending him falling to the ground.

That didn’t stop him however. David rolled back onto his feet and managed to pick up the gun he had dropped before and aim it at Natalie.

She kicked the gun out from his hands and kneed him in the groin.

David fell down to the ground, moaning.

“I figured that would take your ass down.” Natalie said. She took out her handcuffs and put them on David, who was still moaning.

She turned him around onto his back, he was still moaning and squirming.

“You know,” she said, “you can hit and punch and kick a man in his ribs, and he’ll still get up for some more. But give him a fast ball in the grapes and he’ll turn into a whining little twit.”

“The authorities have been notified.” KITT said.

“Good job KITT. Pip, pip, cheerio, Dave.” Natalie said, walking into an elevator and letting the doors close.

The elevator took her down to the lobby where the police were securing the scene. She had her badge out and flashed it to the cops and they let her pass through.

She walked over to KITT, who was waiting for her. “The police have discovered the dead body of Cynthia Weiss in her apartment.” KITT reported.

“Really?” Natalie asked. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

“How do you mean?” KITT asked.

“Things just don’t add up to this case. I mean how can a spy from MI5 who was working with Irish terrorists suddenly come across the fact of the new EM weapon? It’s suspicious. Something tells me that neither Cynthia or David were the brains of this outfit.” Natalie said, getting in.

“You’re suspecting a mastermind?”

“KITT, I don’t know what to suspect. All I know is that things were just too sloppy for this show to be run by David… or his dead sex toy.”

“I’m just glad that nasty weapon is out of commission. After being hit with it, I would prefer not to see it again.” KITT said.

“You know what KITT? I would prefer that too. I don’t think it would suit you too well.” Natalie said, smiling and driving off.

Knight Foundation

1943 Hrs

“So what were those contraptions you used to stop the EM weapon?” Natalie asked.

“Well one of the uploads outfitted KITT with a negative ion field. I remembered it because Lane Cassidy’s limo was equipped with the same thing. The field basically allowed the discharge to just simply bounce off.” Kevin explained.

“And the second upload?” Maddock asked.

“We were able to refit KITT’s MicroJam to simply lock the weapon up. A few equations threw a wrench into the works.” Bonnie said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better get to repairing KITT’s communications.”

“I’ll help.” Kevin said, getting up, and leaving the room after Bonnie.

“You don’t seem fully satisfied, Agent Markins.” Maddock said.

“To be honest, Russ, I’m not.” Natalie said.

“Why? We nabbed Dayne. He’s on charges for murder and theft.”

“Dayne didn’t seem too smart to pull off a heist like this.”

“How’s that?”

“Things just seemed too sloppy. Not to mention he killed his girlfriend pretty much for no reason. That sends up a red flag in my criminology book. What if she knew too much?”

“You’re being paranoid, Nat.” Maddock said, stretching in his chair.

“Please don’t call me Nat.”

“Sorry.” Maddock said, sitting up. “I think this was just your common cyber geek terrorist.”

“Maybe you’re right.” Natalie said. “I guess past cases are melding together.” She said, humoring the boss.

Natalie got up and walked out the door. She knew that there was something else going on, but she couldn’t place it. There was more behind David Dayne than met the eye, and the thickheaded boss just couldn’t see it.

She walked down the hallway, dissatisfied, but what could she do? Then she knew exactly what it was.

She walked into her office, and pulled up her case report on the computer. She typed something at the end and read it to herself. “Case remains open. Lead suspect/mastermind still at large…”

She saved the file and uploaded it into an email.

>Destination?

Natalie paused for awhile before typing:

>Federal Bureau of Investigation.

She hit the send button and exhaled. Hopefully more light would be shed on the case now that the Bureau is investigating… She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes…

“You know, Nats,” Julie said, knowing that Natalie hated the nickname of Nat, “I’m thinking we need to do something wild after graduation.”

“Yeah, if we make it to graduation.” Natalie said, writing furiously on a piece of paper.

“Of course we will! You and me! Always.” Julie assured.

Natalie nodded and smiled. “Any ideas?”

Julie stopped and thought. “How about throwing a big post grad party and getting wildly drunk?”

“Sounds good to me,” Natalie said, “of course that’s gonna be a pipe dream unless you finish that report of yours.”

“You kidding? I got mine done already.”

Natalie looked at Julie with a look of shock. “No fair! I’m only half done on mine.”

Julie smiled. “Quick to finish, quick to party...”

Natalie opened her eyes, glassy now from remembering her friend at the academy. She looked at the document sitting on her desktop and nodded. She hit the send button.

A man sat in front of a computer in a darkened room. He wore all black, save for a dark blue vest over his chest. He clicked the mouse button. The computer screen displayed the words: Email intercepted and terminated.

He clicked on the email and viewed Natalie’s case report. No way in hell her added speculation would ever make it to the Bureau.

“Johnson.” He said.

A man answered to the name and walked up to him. “Yes sir?”

“Get me David Dayne.” The man said.

“No problem.” Johnson said, leaving the room.

The man in the blue vest looked at the computer screen. A tap on the keyboard quickly changed the image to the security feed from the Knight Industries garage. He watched Bonnie Barstow and Kevin Williams work on repairing KITT.

Johnson quickly returned with a cell-phone. “Here you are.”

The man took the cell-phone and held it up to his ear.

“This is Dayne. And hurry it up too, these wardens aren’t too happy I’m getting a call.”

“Yeah, well who cares?” the man said. “I must say, however… Nice going you worthless piece of shit! You screwed up the whole operation!”

“Cut the crap man. How was I supposed to know that they were able to shield themselves and disable the weapon?”

“By being as smart as I paid you to!” the man yelled into the phone. “Have fun rotting away in your cell.”

“You aren’t gonna get me out?”

“Why should I come to the rescue of someone who screwed up?” the man said, hanging up the phone.

“What now?” Johnson asked.

“What now, indeed, Johnson. What can I say? If you want a job done right, you have to do it yourself.” He said, zooming in on the feed of the Knight Foundation garage.

THE END

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