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Location: Unknown, 6pm

Garthe smiled to himself in the mirror, as he finished getting ready. He was having dinner with some very special guests. He had gone to great lengths to make sure that each one had arrived at his secret hide-away. He smirked at himself, pleased in thinking that no one would ever look for him in such a place. Here he begin the final phase of his plan. His nephew had been killed that morning in the explosion in Devon Miles office at Knight Industries. His spy had given him the information just over an hour ago. Although, he had not heard back from the man he had hired to kill Michael Knight and his son. He would make a phone call soon to rectify that. Finishing his tie, he stepped away from the mirror and left his bedroom. He made his way down the winding staircase, through the foyer and into the living room. Stopping in front of the middle bookcase, he pulled the thirteenth book on the third shelf. The bookcase swung inward, revealing an old stone staircase. As he stepped through the opening, he hit a secret panel that would reset the bookcase. Moving down the steps he moved into a hidden basement. The house had been a part of the underground railroad movement to free southern slaves. It worked perfectly for his needs. The main area had six rooms off of it and another secret exit that came out into the barn. That's where Goliath was, with his work crew.

With a nod to the four guards in front of four doors, they opened them, went in and brought his four 'guests' out to a table in the center.

"Please have a seat," Garthe said graciously. "Dinner will be served soon, but first, some pre-dinner conversation."

"I am quite sure, no one has anything to say to you," came a dry retort.

"Why Devon, such hostility. When all I am being is hospitable. You certainly don't want it to go away. You're much older now, things heal much slower. So I suggest that you keep that in mind when answering me," Garthe informed them. Chuckling evilly, he continued, "I am quite sure I do not need to introduce any of you to each other."

"Why are we here Garthe?" Bonnie asked impatiently.

"Ahh, always to the point, Dr. Barstowe. I have brought you all here because you are going to help me."

"I doubt that very much," Sarah interjected. April nodded in agreement.

Garthe smiled. "Where as I have no doubts at all. I know my recently deceased nephew had you working on how to make the MBS formula compatible with the nano technology." Seeing the looks of disbelief on his visitors faces, he continued. "Yes, he really is dead. Tragic, really. A young man struck down in the prime of his life. Seems that someone left a bomb in your office Devon, and he just happened to be there when it went off."

"Why you dirty, low down-" Devon started, getting up. He was roughly shoved back down into his seat. Garthe laughed.

"Now, now Devon, don't get your blood pressure up. And, I'm afraid, I have some more bad news." He paused. "Actually, lets find out together." He pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number. It rang three times before someone picked it up.

"I was waiting for your call earlier. What is the delay?" he asked impatiently.

"Garthe Knight. I should have known," came an angry reply.

Garthe went white. "You should be dead."

"Sorry Garthe, I don't do requests. But you missed by a mile. The man you hired is dead though. Ate some cyanide," Michael Knight told him. "But we're coming for you. Be sure of that!" Garthe hung up the phone. Anger surged through him. Just for a moment. He had four people, whom he could use as negotiating pieces. He knew his doppelganger would do anything to insure their safety. Turning, he instructed a guard to destroy the phone immediately.

"Looks like there's a kink in your plans," Bonnie told him pleasantly.

"True. What can I say? A temporary setback. You should be more concerned with your own safety. Either do as I ask, or I send you back to California," he paused for effect, "in a box."


Location: Knight Mansion

(Earlier in the day)

"I am on my way back to the mansion. Meet me in the KITT cave," KARR commanded. He ended the transmission, effectively blocking any questions about Wil. Manipulating the traffic lights, he maneuvered through the busy afternoon streets. Within minutes, he found himself pulling into the KITT cave. Both Knights' and their respective cars were there. As well as Zoe and Billy. He came to a complete stop in his berth. His dual amber scanners gliding back and forth, slowly.

Everyone rushed forward as he stopped. Michael spoke first. "KARR, is Wil okay? And what the hell happened?" KARR remained silent for a moment. Then his passenger side door popped open. Out stepped Wil.

"I's 'fraid that I'se cheated deaf," he smiled, slurring his words a little.

"You will have to forgive him. He's had a vicodin tablet given to him," his vehicle informed them. "For all intense purposes, he had himself declared dead."

"Why in hell did he do that?" Mike asked as he slid his cousins arm around his neck. His father grabbed the other side.

"Aye jist want you toooo know that I love youuuuu all," Wil said, giggling.

"Because whomever planted the bomb will be checking to see if he lived through it, obviously," KARR said testily.

"Iss it juss me? Or are the cars talkin'?" Wil asked his uncle in a loud whisper.

"He has suffered no severe injuries, but was slammed into the door by the blast. He will have some bruises and be quite sore tomorrow. I do not like to see him like this," KARR grumbled.

"He'll be fine KARR. I'm sure you did everything you could. No one blames you," Billy told the vehicle. KARR started his engine loudly, revving it.

"I do not need you to tell me anything!" the car growled at him, causing everyone to jump. "If I had detected the bomb sooner-"

"No use doing that to yourself," Michael told the AI. "I trust that you informed Wil the second you detected it." They had laid Wil on the couch, where he was watching them through a haze. He'd be asleep soon.

"Unklel," Wil whispered. He tried to wave him over.

"Wil, you need to rest," Michael said coming over to him.

"Don't...tell...alive," Wil whispered, pointing to himself. Then he was out.

"Dad, Devon's missing as well as Sarah, April and Bonnie. Someone tried to kill Wil by blowing him up, and sent a hired gun out to kill us. Are you thinking-" A cell phone started ringing somewhere in the area. KI2T traced it to the dead body laying on a table in the work shop. Michael went over to answer it.

"I was waiting for your call earlier. What is the delay?"

"Garthe Knight. I should have known," he replied angrily.

"You should be dead."

"Sorry Garthe, I don't do requests. But you missed by a mile. The man you hired is dead though. Ate some cyanide," Michael Knight told him. "But we're coming for you. Be sure of that!" The connection went dead. "Garthe! Garthe!" Michael yelled into the phone. Turning around, he looked directly at his son. "I was thinking the same thing. But now we know for sure, Garthe Knight is back. I'm sure its revenge he wants. And nobody is safe."