Dawn
Black pieces of metal were moving towards each other, throwing bitter sparks into the fading sky. He was betrayed again. But why was he still surprised? He should have got used to treason. Maybe it's because tonight he was betrayed by two different people, on two, very different occasions?
He struggled to pick up his own body from the ground. He'd been lying on the dusty road for long: if Mike truly forgot him, then he might have also forgotten about his self-repair ability – yet, the safer the better. One traitor, his former driver, left. The other one, the agent, was dead already.
When Mike Knight and the new KITT were surely out of sensor range, he pulled his body components together. Pretending to be offline was useful. Did he learn that from Dr. Charles Graiman, or did they learn it from each other? Whatever, KARR would've bet the old man was still around somewhere. For a brief moment, he wondered where the other KITT might be. The first KITT. He had to admit that, next to this new one, the Trans-Am KITT was almost like perfect. Almost like the prototype. What might have happened to him?
The first rays of the rising Sun shone up, brightening up the pale morning sky. The metallic body was definitely moving now, picking up parts one by one. And also, processing the data he gained during this awful night.
His sensors informed him about approaching vehicles, and he didn't want to wait in the dirt to find out whether they belonged to the Army. As a powerful black Mustang, he left the scene and the dead human behind. The first golden rays of the Sun reflected from his fast-moving body, and the amber light of his scanner added to the shining outlook. It felt so good to be online!
On his way to the hospital, he analized the data he pulled from Torres during their shortlived partnership. His chest was still itching where KITT's grappling hook pulled it open, but it was just a passing discomfort and the knowledge was worth it. There was so much that the agent would have never shared with him willingly, but he took every byte by brute force. Now he only had to process the files.
The Sun's rays covered his path in golden light, the black vehicle seemed to be following his own dark shadow. The amber light sped up as he understood the motives of the agent's treason. He wanted to possess the dangerously perfect artificial intelligence, and the middle-aged homeless thief didn't fit into his plans. He didn't want the Rev to be around. KARR sped up in silent anger. What was he thinking? Wasn't the person of his driver his own choice?
The robotic form rose from the Mustang. It was unclear whether the lights on and around him belonged to his body or were they sunrays shining through the exosceleton. He marched into the hospital room and drabbed the unconscious, weak human. Would he become his driver? He hoped so. According to the data he recieved from Torres, the damage originally caused by Tony had been repaired, and Rev was only kept inactive by some chemicals he was given. KARR entered the hospital database to learn more about the material that kept the Rev deactivated for so long. According to that, the withdrawal of the drug would allow a rapid awakening. But was the brain damage truly repaired? Would he remember KARR, would he recognise him in this less elegant but more effective body?
KARR's scanner frizzled, as if he was grimacing. He liked the Trans-Am body better. It was the prototype – he thought it matched him better.
The Army was on his tail, he could hear the helicopters in the morning sky. He remembered the strategy Mike used when they've been working together: he chose to escape East, so that his pursuers would have to look in the rising Sun when they come after him. He rushed out of the hospital and plotted a course to a heavily populated area in that direction.
It seemed that the helicopter pilots understood what he was up to because they tried to cut his way. One of the bombs hit the ground really close to him, and he didn't want to test if his already damaged shell can take more. He was busy with a quick damage report when...
„KARR! What the hell did you get us into again?"