Episode 17 - Black Rook to White Knight Part 2

Chapter 1

F.L.A.G Underground Facility

David signed to Diana from across the table. 'I have a new task for you, one you can't involve the others in.'

Diana turned her eyes skyward in exasperation. 'Again? You do know you hired me to be part of a team, correct?'

'You're the only one here that has the expertise I need and by being unable to communicate as well with the others, I know you're more likely to keep my secrets.'

'What do you want me to do this time?' she asked in defeat.

'I currently have Samuel Knight in custody,' he revealed to her. Her eyes widened in shock. 'He's being controlled by KARR somehow. I discovered a small device attached to the base of his spine. Most likely KARR has a fail safe in place in case anyone tampers with it. I need you to find a safe way to remove it.'

She gaped at him, then collected herself. 'Wouldn't it be best to also bring in the medical team on this? My experience with living specimens is limited.'

He shook his head as he walked over to her. 'No one else must know about this.'

'Why not?'

He placed his hands on her cheeks gently, his mouth moving slowly. 'In case you fail. I will not have my team infected by false hope.'

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Kat stepped out of the shower, drying her hair vigorously with a towel. The hot water had gone a long way towards soothing the pain in her leg down to bearable levels.

She pulled on a tank top and a loose pair of jeans. Now that she was refreshed it was time to have a good heart-to-heart with her car.

K.I.T.T had been acting strange ever since they'd gotten back from the villa. She couldn't pin down exactly what it was but it left a sour feeling in the pit of her stomach.

The only thing she knew for certain was that something was troubling him.

She was going to find out what it was, even if she had to order him to tell her.

She stepped out of her room and spotted Kevin walking down the hall. A six pack hung from his fingers. "Is it five o'clock already?" she asked teasingly.

His face brightened when he saw her. "Oh it is way past time to clock out." He walked over to her. "I was just looking for you."

"Were you now?" She glanced at the beer and arched a brow.

"Yep," he said with his dimpled grin. "I figured you'd want to unwind after another successful mission."

She put a finger to her cheek. "Well, you wouldn't be wrong..." She looked past him down the hall.

He leaned close to her. "Are you busy?"

She looked back at him. "Not with anything that can't wait a little while."

He put his free hand to her waist. His voice lowered. "Is KITT spying on us right now?"

"I'm not wearing my contacts, if that's what you're asking," she told him as she put her hands to the sides of his face.

He pulled her close. "Good."

She drew his face down to hers and pressed her mouth to his. He returned her kiss enthusiastically, his lips parting.

After a long moment he pulled away, but only a few inches. His eyelids were heavy. "I told John to camp out in the rec room tonight. I have my room all to myself."

"That's rather convenient," she remarked, her voice husky. Her eyes were on his mouth.

"Well, I was hoping to have some company for the night." He turned his head and kissed her fingertips, his eyes closing.

"I think something can be arranged..." She kissed him again, softly, with her lips parted.

"You should probably tell supercar not to record your voice for a little while," he murmured against her mouth. His hand went to the small of her back.

"Good idea," she murmured back. She pulled away. "KITT? Can you not listen in for a little while longer?" Kevin turned his attention to her jaw, kissing down it lightly. "I need another thirty minutes."

"Hour," Kevin whispered in her ear, his breath on her skin raising the hairs on the back of her neck.

"I-I mean another hour," she stammered, her face hot.

She expected him to make a fuss like he always did, especially since she'd taken off her contacts before going into the shower. She expected him to ask uncomfortable questions about what she was up to. Instead, he simply said "All right, I'll contact you again in an hour."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, KITT."

Kevin removed his hand from her back and clasped her hand. He brought it to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "Right this way."

He led her to the other side of the residential area, where the men's rooms were located. He unlocked his door and held it open for her. He flipped on the lights as she stepped inside. He set the beer down on the table.

She looked over the furnishings. The one sofa chair, TV, the dressers and the bunks. "This looks exactly like my room," she remarked.

"Yeah, whoever designed this place wasn't big on variety." He shut the door and turned the lock. She turned to him. "I don't want any interruptions."

"Neither do I." She went back to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for another kiss.

He put both hands to her waist as he kissed her deeply. She pressed her hips against his urgently. He kissed down her neck, till she was gasping. He groaned in frustration against her shoulder, then pulled his head back. "I really wish we'd had more time together, Katherine," he said wistfully.

She gave him a confused look. "We've got plenty of time."

He shook his head, then pressed his forehead to hers. "Unfortunately we don't. My boss called me fifteen minutes ago with my final task."

Her confusion increased. "What's David making you do at this time of night?"

He removed one hand from her waist and put it in his pocket. "Not David," he said. "My real boss." He pulled a silver snub-nosed pistol from his pocket. "He told me to kill you before he got here, and he's already on his way."

Kat froze, her stomach clenching. "Kevin, what are you talking about?"

He caressed her cheek with the tip of the gun. His grip on her waist tightened as his expression turned cold. "Just so you know, I really do like you. I hate doing this, but orders are orders." He moved the gun to her mouth, dragging her bottom lip down with the tip. "Goodnight, Katherine."

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David walked down the hallway purposefully, his phone to his ear. Amanda was on the other end. "Search the Main Lab and the recreation areas, I've got residential. He's crafty so don't skip any places, not even the vents. He has to know we're onto him by now."

He passed Angela in the hallway. "What's up?" she asked when she saw his face. "Something wrong?"

"Have you seen Kevin?" he asked her without pausing.

"Yeah, just a couple of minutes ago." She raised her voice as he got further away. "He was taking Katherine back to his room."

"That bastard," David growled. He drew his gun from his suit jacket and broke into a run.

Angela cupped her hands around her mouth. "It's a little late to be getting jealous, don't you think?"

David turned the corner just as a gunshot sounded. His eyes widened as he ran down to Kevin's door. He tried the knob, but found it locked. He took a step back and kicked it down.

Katherine stood in the center of the room, a pistol in her hands. She had obviously been involved in a struggle. One of the straps of her tank top was torn and her eyes were frantic. On the floor was Kevin, who held his hands up in submission. There was a bullet-hole in the floor next to him.

She turned to David as he burst in. Kevin took advantage of her distraction and jumped to his feet. He disarmed her and grabbed her around the neck.

David raised his gun and fired without hesitation.

Katherine's eyes widened as she felt blood hit her cheek. Kevin dropped back to the floor.

Her breathing was ragged as David walked over to her. "Is he dead?" she asked, not daring to look down and see for herself.

"I grazed him, he's unconscious." He frowned at the gun in his hand. "The sights must be off..."

She looked down at Kevin. Blood was oozing from a wound on the side of his head, right above his ear. "He tried to kill me." Her voice was hollow.

"He's the leak." David shrugged out of his jacket and put it around her shoulders.

She looked at him in disbelief. "You knew that already?"

"Only just recently." He pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to her. She took it and wiped at her cheek. "I suspected, but I wasn't certain. I needed him to mess up so I could get my hands on some proof, but he's surprisingly capable." He frowned down at Kevin.

"He's bleeding a lot. We should call Dustin."

David continued as if he hasn't heard her. "He's also the one that killed Samuel."

"On second thought, he'll be fine where he is a little longer."

His phone buzzed in his jacket pocket. Katherine took it out and handed it to him. He answered it and put it to his ear. "Amanda, I found him. Have Dustin send a stretcher to the residential area."

He placed his phone in his pants pocket. "Are you hurt?" he asked, as if the question was an afterthought. She shook her head numbly. "You're free to go, then."

She made to hand his handkerchief back to him but he shook his head. "Keep it," he said dismissively.

She looked at the square of black silk as she exited the room. it was damp with Kevin's blood.

Angela met her in the hallway, her eyes wide as saucers and both hands over her mouth. She hugged Kat wordlessly. She felt the shock wearing off then and started shivering. Angela kept one arm around her as she led her back to their room.

She helped Kat into the sofa chair. Then she left her side briefly. When she returned she held out a glass filled with a clear liquid. "Water?" Kat asked, her voice rough.

"Gin."

Kat took the glass and sipped the drink. "Kevin is working for KARR," she began.

"Shhh, you don't have to say anything yet," Angela said soothingly. "Just take a minute for yourself."

She recalled vividly how just minutes before Kevin had been kissing her. His body had felt so warm, so good. She recalled the cold look in his eyes. "He's the one that killed Sam." Her breathing sped up. She put a hand to her head. "I think I'm going to be sick…"

Angela hurried and retrieved the small wastebasket from its spot by the door. Her stomach heaved, but she managed to keep its contents in place. Angela rubbed her back. "You're safe now. Everything is going to be okay."

She shook her head. "No, it's not."

Angela hugged her again. "I know."

Kat pulled away and got to her feet shakily. Angela watched as she made her way to the bathroom and braced both hands on the sink. Tremors were running through her. She looked at her reflection.

Her cheek was still stained with blood. Her face was red and her lips were parted. She scrubbed her mouth hard with the back of her hand.

She turned on the water to its hottest setting and washed her face thoroughly. The water was scalding and she felt like drowning herself in it, but she eventually turned it off. She rubbed her face with a towel, till she was sure she had scraped off a layer of skin.

"Kat, are you alright?" K.I.T.T asked in her ear. "There's something going on in the residential area, but no one is saying what."

"Kevin is the traitor," Kat told him. "He attacked me just now. David shot him."

"Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine." She uncapped the drain and watched the pink-tinged water spiral down.

"You don't sound fine. I'm picking up high stress levels in your voice."

"He didn't get the chance to shoot me," she clarified.

"Maybe you should come downstairs for a bit."

"Maybe."

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A/N: SEASON FINALE. Buckle up, because it's just getting started.

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