Disclaimer: I do NOT own the sonic drive in fast food franchise OR the Fast and the Furious movies. I just mentioned those.
Author's Note: I am back everyone! Thanks so much for your patience, and I do hope that you are not disappointed with the remaining few chapters of this story. It is nearly finished!
WARNING: there are cuss words in here…just a forewarning. The worst one I think is the B word.
Chapter 10
Mikah completed her hand to hand combat training with flying colors and finally mastered the code book after another long two months of studying.
She had KITT to thank for his ever faithful encouragement and endearing support. The teen honestly didn't think she would have been able to face her martial arts instructor again without him. He was one tough cookie… and she had the bumps and bruises to prove it.
Now she had her first mission to look forward to. Of course…that could come later. Right now she was enjoying some much earned rest and relaxation with her best buddy.
"Finally"
Mikah sighed with contentment as she bit into a juicy cheeseburger. They were currently parked at a sonic drive-in restaurant, just off of the freeway. This was the first thing she had down on her to-do list as soon as she was free from the F.L.A.G. headquarters.
"I have waited so long for this moment, KITT."
Six months, two days, five hours, and thirty three minutes to be exact.
Mikah smiled before shoving some French fries into her mouth.
"Mmm…neffer…tashted..sho good…"
The teenager spoke around a mouthful of food, as the fresh hot taste of salted fries hit her taste buds.
Her peaceful moment in fast food heaven was rudely shattered by the loud roar of a sports car, that looked like it rolled right off of The Fast and the Furious DVD cover. The car was blaring loud rap music as it pulled into the empty spot beside her on her left. It was full of a broad assortment of some teenage boys fresh out of high school, it looked like.
Mikah did her best to ignore them and continued to mind her own business by finishing off her burger and then worked on the remaining few fries in the bag. She was interrupted, however, when the gang leader and apparent owner of the car stepped up to her driver's side window with an arrogant grin on his tanned face. The way he spoke suggested that he might have some sort of latino ancestry. He could have been considered kind of cute if it wasn't for his outrageous apparel that clearly screamed, "COME ARREST ME!"
"Hey little lady…you mind moving your car for us? You're in our spot."
Mikah smiled with mock sweetness at him and her voice mirrored his attitude.
"Why, I don't see your name on this spot, amigo. So the answer to your question is, NO."
Mikah then ignored him entirely, catching a glimpse of the enraged expression crossing the kid's face out of the corner of her eye as she finished up the last of her fries. The boy had tattoos adorning his arms, one of a snake on his left and a skull with crossbones on his right. How cheerful.
His hair was also spiked and he had a nose ring. He was wearing what used to be a black dress shirt but that had the sleeves ripped off, giving it a sort of ragged tank top kind of look with a shirt pocket.
She heard KITT's voice in her head then. She was thankful she had gotten used to hearing him because otherwise chances were good that she would have just spilled her coke all over herself and his interior in surprise.
Mikah, after running facial recognition software on your antagonist, files indicate that he was recently released from a juvenile detention facility for violent behavior resulting in the near death of one of his classmates and his teacher
I almost hope he tries something, just so I can kick his ass! The low life scum…
The punk leaned forward, resting his arms on the window ledge and peered in at Mikah with a leer on his face.
"Hey babe…if you don't move your car right now…you might just get hurt."
"If you don't get out of my face, you are the one who will be hurt."
He laughed loudly at her feisty remark and turned around to regard his friends a moment.
"Who let this cat off her leash?"
They laughed in response at the joke and he turned back around to face her, his eyes going dark.
"I bet you're just all sass and no fight. Move your car, cause I aint gonna ask nicely again."
Mikah turned her head slowly to regard him, trying to maintain self-control at his remark. She grinned sweetly at him as she replied casually as if they were simply talking about the weather rather than trading insults.
"I have a better idea for you, buttercup…"
Mikah reached down to where a compartment was hidden just beneath Kitt's steering wheel and she pulled out a few complimentary items and threw them in his face. She even had the audacity to stick one of the offending objects into his shirt pocket. She then slurped the rest of her coke down and blinked innocently at him.
"I would be happy to finish this conversation with you, once you stop p.m.s'ing and change your tampon. No one likes a bitch."
The guy had taken a step back once she had assaulted him with the objects and stood rooted to the ground in complete and total shock, unable to believe that this girl just owned him like this! In front of his friends no less! The other punk kids behind him were laughing hysterically and taunting him about how a girl put him in his place.
He leaned forward with gritted teeth, feeling the need to strangle the girl in front of him with his bare hands but refrained when a cop pulled in across the parking lot to get some lunch. The punk growled low so that only Mikah could hear him.
"No one does somethin' like that to me, and LIVES to talk about it! You got a big mouth, little girl…I'd like to see you in a real fight. Or better yet…without any clothes on"
Mikah snarled at the boy then, preparing to punch him in the face but restrained when KITT shouted a mental warning about the police cruiser she hadn't seen yet parked across the way.
She forced down her anger and then sneered at him.
"And I would love to see a pervert like you behind bars…but I'm sure that day isn't too far off in your not-so-distant-future."
The guy's eyes darkened and his jaw was clenched as he did his best to reign in his temper. There was no sense to be hitting this broad with the fuzz parked right across the way. He ground out his words through gritted teeth.
"I bet that piece of shit you call a car, can't beat mine in a race."
Mikah's eyes flashed dangerously in silent warning and she could feel KITT stealthily activating the restraining system to hold her back, most likely sensing the tension rippling through her muscular system, begging her to leap out of the car and beat the boy senseless for calling her friend such a degrading thing.
He is so lucky that my car is holding me back right now…or I would kill him.
Then I am relieved to know that my actions were beneficial to both parties involved.
"I would love to see the day when you can back those words up."
"Then let's go"
Mikah ignored his goading and remained business-like.
"No fights, no weapons…just a race out on that abandoned interstate."
The teen smirked but nodded his head slowly as if he would really obey those rules.
"If I win, you do whatever it is I tell you to do," the kid's eyes were lit with dark amusement and a sick desire.
Mikah's expression darkened then and she growled.
"And if I win?"
The teen shrugged and laughed.
"You won't, babe. You won't."
The arrogant punk began to swagger his way back towards his friends, throwing the tampons down onto the ground next to her car. She called out to him, forcing him to turn around and acknowledge her again.
"If I win…you do whatever I tell you to do!"
He laughed as if he heard a good joke, shaking his head.
"Keep dreaming, baby…cause that day is never coming!"
Mikah shook her head with disgust and rolled up her windows, the tinted glass shielding her from their view and giving her more privacy with KITT.
"I can't believe that, jerk."
I can.
"We are going to smoke that creep."
You really intend to race him on the abandoned interstate?
"Yes, KITT…I do. I need you to make sure no police are in the vicinity when we race, can you do that for me?"
Of course. However, I feel it necessary to point out that Sarah will not be pleased when she hears this report.
"You're going to snitch on me?"
No. As a new agent of the FLAG team, you are required to document every event such as this one for our records.
"KITT, we are OFF-duty! We aren't required to send in reports when we are off-duty unless it's a matter of national security!"
You forget that the first two weeks we are required to write detailed reports whether we are on or off-duty to get a better handle on the FLAG operating system.
"Crap…so in other words, I'm going to have to write about our entire day just because FLAG wants me to get into the habit of writing reports?"
Unfortunately for you, yes.
Mikah resisted the urge to bang her head repeatedly against the steering wheel in frustration and instead released a heavy sigh.
"Well, that punk started it! And now we are going to go and FINISH it. No one calls you a piece of shit and gets away with it…"
I appreciate your loyalty to me Mikah but I believe I am more than capable of handling a few petty insults myself.
Mikah glanced down at the blue globe on the dashboard and grinned.
"I'm sure you can. This is just a benefit that comes with a friendship package, we defend each other."
I have a confession to make.
Mikah gave him a confused look.
"What about"
I had a slight malfunction in my processing centers. I contemplated running him over when he revealed what the "winning terms" of the race entailed. I think I felt…angry.
Mikah's confusion was replaced with laughter at KITT's innocent and rather embarrassed sounding confession. So KITT did care about her…how sweet. She was pretty sure her dad would have felt like doing the same thing if he was here. Mikah knew without a doubt that KITT would never run anyone over intentionally, he was too logical to rashly allow any feelings he might have to cloud his judgment. That was what was so great about their relationship. Mikah had the short fuse and was never afraid to stand down from a fight and KITT was the calm, logical one who helped her see reason and reminded her to think before she acted. They complimented each other nicely in that regard.
The cop soon pulled out and left the sonic once his food had been delivered to him, leaving Mikah and the car next to them. The punks pulled out first, hooting and hollering in her direction, some even giving her catcalls. KITT pulled out second and followed them out to where they were to have their race.
When they got to the deserted strip of highway that was never used and KITT gave Mikah the all clear concerning the cops, the two cars pulled side by side. One of the creep's guys was going to give them the signal to start while two of the others were waiting to see who would be the first to the finish line, 15 miles away near the county border.
Mikah revved KITT's engine in anticipation, sparing a glance over at her rival to meet his cocky expression. The stupid kid actually thought he was going to win?
She barely had time to think on that since they were given the signal to go.
KITT's wheels spun and he burned rubber in a matter of seconds, gaining speed at an impressive rate. Unfortunately, their rival was keeping up with them. Mikah growled and floored it, dodging a rather large pothole in the middle of her lane and nearly went off the road. KITT helped her keep control and made the correction himself.
"What are the specs on that guy's car? How is he keeping up with us?"
As if in answer to her question the youth flashed her, a huge, mocking grin and hit a button on his steering wheel, boosting his speed.
"No…freaking way. Did he seriously modify his car with a boosting system? What a Fast and the Furious RIP OFF ARTIST!"
Mikah if my calculations are correct, if we do not boost our speed now, we will miss the opportunity to overcome his vehicle and win the race.
"Transform and turbo boost like Michael did against the guy in the red lamborgini?"
I have something better in mind.
If Mikah felt confident about her knowledge on KITT's design and every little detail concerning his systems…then she felt incredibly ignorant now as she witnessed something amazing.
KITT's steering wheel transformed as did the speedometer gauges on his dashboard. It now looked more like a street racing wheel with glowing buttons. One of them was lit with the word "Nitro" directly beneath it.
"When was anyone going to tell me about this?"
It was newly installed a few days ago. Sarah felt it would be wise to avoid transforming in the middle of a race and instead gave me this alternative for turbo boosting. The nitro system simply allows for added speed. There is no need to turbo boost when there are no obstacles hindering our path.
"Good enough for me"
Mikah hit the button, feeling the G-forces pushing her back against the seat, the world outside blending together in a blur of lines as they went over 200 miles per hour. The finish line was nearing and they had finally caught up with and passed their opponent whose boost had depleted seconds before. That was all that they needed to pass the finish line, half a car length in front of the jerk.
KITT deployed the braking systems and then turned back around so Mikah could confront her adversary with her winning terms.
"Time to make him run home crying to mommy"
What do you have in mind?
"You'll see. Follow my lead…"
Mikah couldn't keep the smirk off of her face now that she had the chance to defend her honor and KITT's reputation.
She got out of the car with confidence and stood leaning against KITT after shutting the driver's side door. The guy climbed slowly out of his car in disbelief, unable to accept that he had been beaten by this girl. He glowered solemnly and refused to take a step closer to her.
"So what do I have to do?"
Mikah grinned widely at this not batting an eye.
"Apologize"
He glanced back at his two friends who had been at the finish line with confusion.
"Apologize for what? As far as I'm concerned…YOU owe ME an apology. First you take my parking spot, then you disrespect me in front of my posse, and then you smoke me in a race."
Mikah shook her head, her expression and her demeanor finally becoming more mature and serious.
"You have it all wrong, buddy. First of all, we have established that your name was never on that spot and I was there before you ever pulled in. Secondly, I disrespected you because you never earned my respect…trash talking women will NEVER earn you respect. And thirdly, I beat you fair and square. You used one boost and so did I. If I had cheated and used two…then maybe that would have been unfair. It was all about timing…and you jumped the gun…your fault, not mine."
He glared at her, most likely stewing with the knowledge that she was right and he was wrong. He didn't look like the type that accepted "No" for an answer or that leniently allowed people to put him in his place.
This could be interesting.
"So if I apologize…I'm free to go?"
"You actually owe me TWO apologies but I'm waiting on the first one."
"And if I don't?"
Mikah shrugged casually, feeling a sense of glee when her next response evoked a priceless expression off the kid.
"I might just have to flash you my undercover police badge and haul you in for street racing."
He fidgeted uncomfortably at her rather bold declaration, his expression betraying the doubt he was feeling.
"You're bluffing…"
"Am I? Look, kid, don't make this harder than it has to be. You should be thankful I'm letting you off the hook this easily. All I'm asking for is an apology. Refuse and I'm booking you in the downtown jail, your choice."
He looked incredibly nervous now, so nervous that Mikah could detect small traces of sweat glistening on his skin from where he stood a few yards away.
He finally nodded his head, gulping with apprehension and building up the courage to spit out an apology that his lips hadn't uttered for years.
"I'm sorry."
Mikah tilted her head to the side, appearing to consider whether or not the apology was acceptable or not.
"I'm just not buying the sincerity…just how badly, do you want to keep your miserable little hide out of jail? Say, 'I'm sorry for disrespecting you, Detective Jones'."
His eyes were filled with panic now as he was placed again in the spotlight.
"I'm sorry for disrespecting you, Detective Jones."
Mikah shook her head and gave a disgusted laugh and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Disappointing…you sound like you just repeated it because I TOLD you to! Now you get one last try to sincerely convince me that you are sorry or I'm taking your ass to prison! You better make this one count, now make me believe it."
Mikah's narrow-eyed glare had the boy shaking where he stood and his face turned two shades of pale. He looked like he was about to burst into tears. Then did exactly as she asked, much to her surprise…
He took a few steps closer so that they were only a few feet away and dropped to his knees, folding his hands together as if he was praying and looked up at her with pleading eyes, begging her silently to accept his apology.
"Please…please forgive me and I'm sorry for disrespecting you, Detective Jones!"
Mikah made him sweat a little bit by giving the impression that she was mulling it over, giving him the possibility that his apology still wasn't good enough before finally relenting and nodded her head in acceptance.
"Apology accepted. Now you must do one more thing before I let you leave."
"Yes?"
Wow…he actually sounded like he was willing to answer to her every beck and call now. Mikah loved her job.
"Apologize…to my car."
"w-what?"
"You heard me. Apologize to my car. You called him a piece of shit."
The kid stood up, looking insulted.
"Come on, it's just a car!"
"His name is KITT and he is my very good friend. Now say sorry!"
He rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath about how crazy the lady was and turned to face the black mustang and uttered a quick apology.
"I'm sorry KITT."
I don't think he meant it.
"There, you happy now, lady? I just apologized to an inanimate object with no feeli-…wait a minute…"
He turned back around to gawk at the car in astonishment, unsure if he had been imagining things or not.
"…with no feelings…"
He finished lamely and stared at the car again as if expecting a reply.
Mikah sighed and shook her head as if in pity for him.
"You just made your apology a lot longer pal. Apologize to KITT like you apologized to me, or no deal."
The boy looked at her with a disbelieving expression but the fire in her eyes prompted him to obey, after all, if this is what it would take to keep him out of the county jail then so be it.
"Fine…"
He dropped to his knees in front of the car and looked miserable.
"I'm sorry KITT for calling you a piece of shit…and for saying you have no feelings."
Apology accepted, thank you.
His eyes bugged out and he leapt to his feet, scrambling away from the car.
"No way, the car just talked. IT TALKED!"
"That would be a HE not an IT!"
The kid ran back to his car, his friends diving in with him as KITT rolled forward by himself, revealing his bright red scanner on the front of his grill. They peeled rubber and left screaming their heads off about a possessed car and an alien abduction conspiracy theory.
Mikah chuckled tiredly once they vanished from sight and climbed back into KITT, suddenly feeling worn out after that experience.
"Let's go back to base"
We should arrive back at FLAG headquarters in approximately twenty five minutes and twenty one seconds.
"Fine"
Perhaps you should begin your report of today's events?
Mikah stifled a yawn and leaned back into the driver's seat, giving KITT full control of driving as she attempted to get more comfortable.
"It can wait…"
Rest well, Mikah.
KITT smiled internally when he realized she hadn't heard his response.
She was already asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED!
Author's Note: Thanks again for your patience you guys! Please leave me a review so I know what I need to improve on so I can continue with it!