Disclaimer: I do not own Knight Rider. That privilege is Glen A. Larson's. I only own the O.C.'s and the idea for this particular story.
The Knight Who Slew the Dragon
Chapter 1
The ringing telephone broke the tense silence in Jason's office, making Michaela jump. While she waited for Jason Rickson to get off the phone, she looked around the office once more. She could still see the little touches Devon Miles had put on the place in his decades inhabiting this space as the head of the Foundation for Law and Government. Jason had left the things he had as a reminder of the man who had become a friend and mentor to him. Devon's passing mere weeks ago still saddened them all greatly.
"Hello?" Jason asked, once he had the receiver to his ear. "Okay, go ahead." Jason jotted notes on a legal pad that sat on his desk. He asked a few clarifying questions, and once he was satisfied he had all the information he needed, he said, "Goodbye," and hung up.
"Well?" Michaela asked, sitting up straight in her seat.
"We've got your cover worked out."
Two days before, Tilly Drakon, wife to world renowned security expert and CEO of Drakon Security, Inc., Martin Drakon, had made contact with the Foundation. She had begged for help in gaining evidence against her husband for domestic violence, as well as for help in fleeing from him.
Martin Drakon was not a stupid man. Everything he did, from his business dealings to his personal life, were carefully calculated. Tilly was never left with lasting, easily visible bruises. The man was so charismatic and likeable, Tilly was having problems getting anyone to believe her.
In fact, even Jason had a hard time believing Drakon was capable of any of the acts Tilly had said he committed against her. Jason had met Drakon a few times, when the Foundation hosted foreign dignitaries who had employed Drakon's security firm.
Jason had agreed to send in an undercover investigator to gather evidence and get Mrs. Drakon out.
Checking his records, Jason had confirmed that each time Drakon or his men had been to the Foundation mansion, Michaela had been in the field, on assignment.
"Your cover is this," Jason began. "Tilly is your aunt, and you haven't seen each other since you were a little girl. You've asked to stay with her, ironically, because you are fleeing an abusive boyfriend. Tilly does actually have a niece she hasn't seen since she was little. You'll be going by her name, Jessica."
Looking at Jason's face, Michaela said, "Why do I get the feeling there's more you're not telling me?"
"You're going to have to do some heavy acting: jumpy, scared, beaten, a bit meek," Jason watched Michaela for a reaction. None of these words had ever been associated with her.
"Okay. I think I can probably pull that off. Someone like that probably wouldn't be driving something like K.A.I.S.Y. How do I explain him?"
"When your boyfriend began his latest brutality, you found an opportunity to escape and took it. The only transportation at hand was his truck, so you took it. That should also ensure K.A.I.S.Y.'s brought into the premises where security will be looser. After all, we wouldn't want your 'boyfriend' to see his truck from the road and know you're there. We're going to have a make-up artist give you a few waterproof bruises on your arms."