I do not own KR or any other part. Only the plot, so there. No suing.
Explosive Encounters. First big KR fic by StormDracona
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In the early light of dawn a black shadow sped down the highway heedless of traffic laws, as it heads towards Nevada. This is a car like no other and is currently on a mission. A ring was heard in the cabin. Kitt thought about not answering because of Michael recovering from a prior asignment, but decided against it.
"Michael Devon's calling" Kitt spoke softly, his exhausted driver opened an eye to look at his voice box.
"Eh? Patch him through pal" Michael yawned closing his eye and stretching his tall frame in the confines of Kitt's warm cabin.
"Michael!" Devon's worried face appeared on the monitor; Michael looked over at him tiredly.
"Yo Devon!" Michael yawned his greeting, settling himself back into Kitt's plush seat.
"Yes good morning to you to" Devon teased wryly. Then Devon continued.
"Michael I have another assignment for you"
"Lay it on me Devon" Michael sighed he'd been hoping for a break. He was exhausted.
"I have gotten a call that some prototype explosives were stolen from Newton Army base. They have a clue as to who took it, but they can't find him. His name is Jason Durant. After the explosives were stolen he disappeared."
"Kind of suspicious huh? Okay send the coordinates." Michael mused. Devon nodded.
"Michael you are to meet the General Smithson at the base and see if you can find anything"
"Will do and Devon?" Michaels tone turned eerily serious.
"Yes?" Devon answered raising his eyebrow.
"If I get blown up, my recovery time is NOT my vacation time!" Michael groused remembering how the tricky mentor had used the line to jip him out of a much needed vacation.
"Of course, be careful" Devon smiled in amusement as he tried not to laugh; the connection was cut with a chirp.
"Really Michael, 'If I get blown up'? What type of wording is that! If you, as you put it 'jinxed it' I will not be very pleased or amused." Kitt scolded not liking the way Michael had pointed out possible injury.
"Protective no?" Michael teased laughing. He looked out the windshield at the blurred road. The chilly dawn kept at bay by Kitt's heaters. The sky was lit up in an amazing show of color, Michael felt like they were driving into the sun, and then shook himself off.
"Don't worry pal, I don't intend to get blown up if I can help it" Michael assured his partner not liking the thought to much either.
"You better not" Kitt muttered disdainfully as he slowed down the car so Michael could drive.
"Had I been human, my health would be nonexistent worrying about you" He added sighing. Michael nodded taking control.
"I know pal, I know and I thank you for tolerating me" Michael pointed out warmly smiling tiredly at Kitt's dash.
"Especially your choice in music!" Kitt ribbed. Michael gave a startled laugh. The partners continued teasing each other as they shot on their new course, to Newton Army base.
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A tall thin figure sat at a desk in the shadows. On the computer there was what looked like a list on the screen, the glow making sharp angles to his revealed pale face, his blue eyes chips of pure ice and stark against his black hair.
"Did you get them?" He growled suddenly to a short, stout man behind him
"Yes sir. All that was on the list. Their loaded up and ready to be shipped" Came the other mans quick panicked response
"Good." The icy gaze of the obvious leader tapped a few keys on the computer. The list was sent to another file.
"Now we only need the others..." he muttered to himself.
"Sir?" The other man shifted nervously.
"What Durant?" He hissed softly in response to the other man. Rotating his computer chair to face the terrified man.
"I...Heard the Base general had called someone to look into the theft. A detective or something..." Durant shivered as the cold eyes studied him emotionlessly.
"Hmmm, alright you're dismissed" He growled as he watched the man practically run out of the room.
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"I.D.?" The guard asked sharply, as he looked Michael and Kitt over. Obviously well trained Michael mused and young probably no older than 25. Michael handed the guard his driver's license. The guard did a cross check in the computer in the guard house and walked back out.
"Michael Knight, alright before I let you in though. Do you have any weapons, of any sort on your person or in your vehicle?" The guard asked respectively.
"None whatsoever. Do you need to search?" Michael asked politely. The guard looked surprised then grinned shaking his head.
"No, just since the break in we have to check" The guard seemed sad suddenly.
"Something wrong?" Michael asked seeing the sudden change in mood.
"My younger brother was one of the cadets killed in the break in is all sir. Have a nice day" He answered depressed as he opened the gate for them.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Have a nice day yourself" Michael checked the guards I.D.
"Samuel" He offered as he drove through the gate. The guard just nodded.
"How sad..." Kitt sighed as he saw the guard hang his head and lean on the guard house's doorframe.
"Yeah...Alright pal, where is this general I have to meet?" Michael asked Kitt looking around. The barracks and hangers were to the right of the compound so he figured that was where the general would probably be since Michael only saw a few buildings on the left and the rest was training fields.
"He's to our left at the training fields, obviously supervising the lesson" Kitt offered Michael nodded, heading the car over towards the training fields. When he was close enough he saw, in full uniform the general. Parking Kitt in the small parking lot next to the field among some jeeps, he stepped out into the crisp air. Michael shivered, then walked up to the general calmly.
"General Smithson?" The general turned and looked at him, his brown eyes suspicious. Michael continued.
"I'm Michael Knight from the Foundation? I was told you called for assistance in a search?" The Generals eyes lit up with energy as he strode forward and shook Michael's hand. His swept back brown hair graying at the temples showed he was age, but he was a force to be reckoned with Michael noted, when he felt the strength in his hand.
"Ah! Mr. Knight! Thank you for coming. Welcome to Newton base. I knew when I called FLAG it was a good choice. How are you?" He greeted warmly, smiling. Michael was startled slightly but smiled back.
"Fine, so can you tell me where this break in was? And is there anything I should know, like who knew they were here or even why the explosives were here?" The general nodded and turned serious as he motioned for Michael to follow him as he walked toward one of the buildings near the field.
"Yes, this storage hanger was holding prototype explosives to be sent to North Carolina but a break in the day before yesterday took all but a few. Several of the platoon leaders and I looked at the security video from a hidden camera but it was all blurry we couldn't make out the face except for Durant and the license plate's impossible. It's a very old camera." Smithson sighed. "Never really replaced it, never thought we'd use that hanger."
"If you can get me a copy of the video I have a way of clearing things up. Obviously the one who did the break in wasn't thoughtful enough."
"Yes, I'll do that...12 of my cadets were killed that night. Michael, they didn't want those explosives to kill innocents. But they didn't have a chance against fully armed and loaded thieves." He sighed and shook his head sadly.
"Those kind of soldiers are hard to come by." He added in a whisper. Michael nodded.
"I intend to make sure they didn't die in vain" Michael answered as they went across the road to go behind the building, when an exercising platoon started jogging by. Michael grinned.
"Jodie!" Michael called. The platoon leader laughed. He ribbed the caller.
"Why should I go home? That jackal Jodie's took my girl so nothings left." The caller sang.
"Jodie!1, 2 Jodie! 3, 4!" The platoon kept singing 'Jodie' as the general grinned at him.
"Not many know what the song Jodie means" Michael laughed and gave him a wink. They rounded the corner of the hanger and Michael stared at the destroyed wall.
"Explosive, we think a C4 or something akin." Smithson stated as Michael looked at the damage. Michael gave a low whistle. Stepping in the hole big enough for a truck, he looked around. Whatever evidence was either destroyed or hidden because all he could see was rubble.
"I don't really see anything. Do-"Michael stopped himself when something caught his eye. Smithson walked in the whole after Michael hearing Michael stop himself.
"What?" He asked watching Michael walk among the rubble to a glint of light off of metal. Michael picked it up examining it.
"A key, has a name...Burtons?" He wondered.
"Maybe you'll find more on the video." Smithson offered looking at the key in Michael's hand.
"Alright, let's see this tape."
Explosive Encounters. First big KR fic by StormDracona
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In the early light of dawn a black shadow sped down the highway heedless of traffic laws, as it heads towards Nevada. This is a car like no other and is currently on a mission. A ring was heard in the cabin. Kitt thought about not answering because of Michael recovering from a prior asignment, but decided against it.
"Michael Devon's calling" Kitt spoke softly, his exhausted driver opened an eye to look at his voice box.
"Eh? Patch him through pal" Michael yawned closing his eye and stretching his tall frame in the confines of Kitt's warm cabin.
"Michael!" Devon's worried face appeared on the monitor; Michael looked over at him tiredly.
"Yo Devon!" Michael yawned his greeting, settling himself back into Kitt's plush seat.
"Yes good morning to you to" Devon teased wryly. Then Devon continued.
"Michael I have another assignment for you"
"Lay it on me Devon" Michael sighed he'd been hoping for a break. He was exhausted.
"I have gotten a call that some prototype explosives were stolen from Newton Army base. They have a clue as to who took it, but they can't find him. His name is Jason Durant. After the explosives were stolen he disappeared."
"Kind of suspicious huh? Okay send the coordinates." Michael mused. Devon nodded.
"Michael you are to meet the General Smithson at the base and see if you can find anything"
"Will do and Devon?" Michaels tone turned eerily serious.
"Yes?" Devon answered raising his eyebrow.
"If I get blown up, my recovery time is NOT my vacation time!" Michael groused remembering how the tricky mentor had used the line to jip him out of a much needed vacation.
"Of course, be careful" Devon smiled in amusement as he tried not to laugh; the connection was cut with a chirp.
"Really Michael, 'If I get blown up'? What type of wording is that! If you, as you put it 'jinxed it' I will not be very pleased or amused." Kitt scolded not liking the way Michael had pointed out possible injury.
"Protective no?" Michael teased laughing. He looked out the windshield at the blurred road. The chilly dawn kept at bay by Kitt's heaters. The sky was lit up in an amazing show of color, Michael felt like they were driving into the sun, and then shook himself off.
"Don't worry pal, I don't intend to get blown up if I can help it" Michael assured his partner not liking the thought to much either.
"You better not" Kitt muttered disdainfully as he slowed down the car so Michael could drive.
"Had I been human, my health would be nonexistent worrying about you" He added sighing. Michael nodded taking control.
"I know pal, I know and I thank you for tolerating me" Michael pointed out warmly smiling tiredly at Kitt's dash.
"Especially your choice in music!" Kitt ribbed. Michael gave a startled laugh. The partners continued teasing each other as they shot on their new course, to Newton Army base.
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A tall thin figure sat at a desk in the shadows. On the computer there was what looked like a list on the screen, the glow making sharp angles to his revealed pale face, his blue eyes chips of pure ice and stark against his black hair.
"Did you get them?" He growled suddenly to a short, stout man behind him
"Yes sir. All that was on the list. Their loaded up and ready to be shipped" Came the other mans quick panicked response
"Good." The icy gaze of the obvious leader tapped a few keys on the computer. The list was sent to another file.
"Now we only need the others..." he muttered to himself.
"Sir?" The other man shifted nervously.
"What Durant?" He hissed softly in response to the other man. Rotating his computer chair to face the terrified man.
"I...Heard the Base general had called someone to look into the theft. A detective or something..." Durant shivered as the cold eyes studied him emotionlessly.
"Hmmm, alright you're dismissed" He growled as he watched the man practically run out of the room.
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"I.D.?" The guard asked sharply, as he looked Michael and Kitt over. Obviously well trained Michael mused and young probably no older than 25. Michael handed the guard his driver's license. The guard did a cross check in the computer in the guard house and walked back out.
"Michael Knight, alright before I let you in though. Do you have any weapons, of any sort on your person or in your vehicle?" The guard asked respectively.
"None whatsoever. Do you need to search?" Michael asked politely. The guard looked surprised then grinned shaking his head.
"No, just since the break in we have to check" The guard seemed sad suddenly.
"Something wrong?" Michael asked seeing the sudden change in mood.
"My younger brother was one of the cadets killed in the break in is all sir. Have a nice day" He answered depressed as he opened the gate for them.
"I'm sorry to hear that. Have a nice day yourself" Michael checked the guards I.D.
"Samuel" He offered as he drove through the gate. The guard just nodded.
"How sad..." Kitt sighed as he saw the guard hang his head and lean on the guard house's doorframe.
"Yeah...Alright pal, where is this general I have to meet?" Michael asked Kitt looking around. The barracks and hangers were to the right of the compound so he figured that was where the general would probably be since Michael only saw a few buildings on the left and the rest was training fields.
"He's to our left at the training fields, obviously supervising the lesson" Kitt offered Michael nodded, heading the car over towards the training fields. When he was close enough he saw, in full uniform the general. Parking Kitt in the small parking lot next to the field among some jeeps, he stepped out into the crisp air. Michael shivered, then walked up to the general calmly.
"General Smithson?" The general turned and looked at him, his brown eyes suspicious. Michael continued.
"I'm Michael Knight from the Foundation? I was told you called for assistance in a search?" The Generals eyes lit up with energy as he strode forward and shook Michael's hand. His swept back brown hair graying at the temples showed he was age, but he was a force to be reckoned with Michael noted, when he felt the strength in his hand.
"Ah! Mr. Knight! Thank you for coming. Welcome to Newton base. I knew when I called FLAG it was a good choice. How are you?" He greeted warmly, smiling. Michael was startled slightly but smiled back.
"Fine, so can you tell me where this break in was? And is there anything I should know, like who knew they were here or even why the explosives were here?" The general nodded and turned serious as he motioned for Michael to follow him as he walked toward one of the buildings near the field.
"Yes, this storage hanger was holding prototype explosives to be sent to North Carolina but a break in the day before yesterday took all but a few. Several of the platoon leaders and I looked at the security video from a hidden camera but it was all blurry we couldn't make out the face except for Durant and the license plate's impossible. It's a very old camera." Smithson sighed. "Never really replaced it, never thought we'd use that hanger."
"If you can get me a copy of the video I have a way of clearing things up. Obviously the one who did the break in wasn't thoughtful enough."
"Yes, I'll do that...12 of my cadets were killed that night. Michael, they didn't want those explosives to kill innocents. But they didn't have a chance against fully armed and loaded thieves." He sighed and shook his head sadly.
"Those kind of soldiers are hard to come by." He added in a whisper. Michael nodded.
"I intend to make sure they didn't die in vain" Michael answered as they went across the road to go behind the building, when an exercising platoon started jogging by. Michael grinned.
"Jodie!" Michael called. The platoon leader laughed. He ribbed the caller.
"Why should I go home? That jackal Jodie's took my girl so nothings left." The caller sang.
"Jodie!1, 2 Jodie! 3, 4!" The platoon kept singing 'Jodie' as the general grinned at him.
"Not many know what the song Jodie means" Michael laughed and gave him a wink. They rounded the corner of the hanger and Michael stared at the destroyed wall.
"Explosive, we think a C4 or something akin." Smithson stated as Michael looked at the damage. Michael gave a low whistle. Stepping in the hole big enough for a truck, he looked around. Whatever evidence was either destroyed or hidden because all he could see was rubble.
"I don't really see anything. Do-"Michael stopped himself when something caught his eye. Smithson walked in the whole after Michael hearing Michael stop himself.
"What?" He asked watching Michael walk among the rubble to a glint of light off of metal. Michael picked it up examining it.
"A key, has a name...Burtons?" He wondered.
"Maybe you'll find more on the video." Smithson offered looking at the key in Michael's hand.
"Alright, let's see this tape."