'Michael, you know that the Foundation cannot grant us all the money if we go on like this'.
This didn't sound good.
'So?' Michael grinned. 'Do you want me to work as a washmachine agent until another case shows up? Because in our current situation, that's the best idea I have!'
Devon tried to smile at this, but it almost turned into a grin. They haven't recieved an assignment since Easter. People seemed to trust the police with their problems more than the FLAG. If this would continue, they would all go mad.
'Do you remember the Glen Larson case?' Devon asked suddenly. 'I met him yesterday, and ....' suddenly he went silent.
'And what?'
'KARR already approved, but I need your opinion too, because it's mainly you and KITT who will be the most involved.'
'KARR? KARR is a four-wheeled madness! Whatever he approoved sounds bad already.'
'That's prejudice, Michael. KARR is an intelligent being, just like you or KITT.'
'KITT would've never jumped off a cliff in the name of self-preservation'.
Devon Miles nodded. He picked up a pile of A/4 papers, and handed them over to Michael.
'Here are the first manuscripts. They still need some work on' he added, ignoring Michael Knight's comment.
Manuscripts? Of what?
'KARR said it should be made in honour of Wilton Knight.'
That was something Michael Knight couldn't argue with.
He wished he could.