Kitt's motor purred as Michael filled his gas tank. The car relaxed as he felt his drivers fingers run across his shinny black hood. His scanner lights moved slowly to show his content.
"I have to go in and pay for the gas pal, I'll be right back," Michael said smiling at the cars contemptment(sp/is that a word ??).
"Ok, but please don't take to long," Kitt replied
"I won't." Michael went inside the store and Kitt relaxed some more.
He and Michael were on a new case. They had to go to Vegas to stop a drug smuggler. Kitt, however, did not like this case because of all the worries that it brought to him. The only good memory was this was where he and Sarah had found Michael when he was still Mike Tracer. But even that wasn't enough to drowned out Kitt's worries.
Michael returned and Kitt opened the door for him. Michael smiled and settled in the seat.
"Ok Kitt, Ready to go?" He asked as he put on his seat belt.
"If we must," Kitt replied with a sigh.
"Oh come on Kitt, this'll be fun," Michael said with a grin.
"Only because of all the girls," Kitt stated.
"Oh, get over it," Michael remarked, laughing at the car as they drove down the road.
"We're here," Michael announced happily as they rolled into Vegas.
"I can see the signs Michael," Kitt replied in a gloomy voice. He obviously hadn't changed his mind. "Watch your wallet," the car warned. "We don't want one of your flirting incidents to go wrong, that money you got from Alex is for poker and regular needs. We don't need someone stealing it." Alex wanted Michael to seem like he was normal so he had given him money to gamble if he wanted to. The total added up to 3000. 2,000 was to be used for poker (not all at once) and the remaining 1,000 was for food,drinks of any choice, and spas for his relaxation. Alex had already payed for the hotel.
"Oh relax Kitt, I'll be carful" Michael replyed as they parked at the hotel. "We will get on the case tomorrow, but we both need sleep," he informed.
"I still don't like this," Kitt whispered.
"I know, but you'll be fine. Good night pal," Michael replied getting out of the car.
"Good night Michael," Kitt whispered as he watched him go inside. "Good Knight."
