Chapter 11
K.A.I.S.Y. was parked in an aircraft hanger two hangers away from where the Stalov's were going to hand K.I.T.T. and Carlee over to the insurgents who were planning to use them as their own compact army against U.S. soldiers in Iraq.
Just that morning, twenty million dollars had been transferred into one of the off shore accounts K.A.I.S.Y. had been monitoring. It was immediately transferred to the other account.
K.I.T.T., being back to his normal self, wouldn't let Carlee and himself be handed over to Al Quida, but Carlee was in no shape to apprehend the Stalovs and insurgents.
Once the action started, K.I.T.T. was going to spirit Carlee off to the F.L.A.G. mansion, where Jason was waiting with a possible antidote to the brain washing drugs.
"A cargo plane has just landed and is heading toward the target hanger," K.A.I.S.Y. announced, breaking into Michaela's thoughts.
A few minutes later, the target hanger was surrounded by police cars with flashing lights. A firefight broke out.
"The insurgents have managed to evade the police and retake the plane. They're making a run for it!"
"On, no they don't! Let's go!"
Michaela didn't wait. She threw the transmission into drive and floored the accelerator.
K.A.I.S.Y. shot forward, making his own door in the much larger hanger doors as he exploded through. The cargo plane was lumbering toward the runway, gaining speed more quickly than Michaela had imagined it could.
The rear cargo doors of the plane were still lowered. Michaela stomped on the accelerator, putting on a burst of speed that carried K.A.I.S.Y. up the ramp into the cargo bay of the plane.
Knowing the door wouldn't open for her, Michaela reached for the handle anyway, and was surprised when the door opened.
Casey was standing beside her when she got out. He winked at her, and they headed for the cockpit. They stopped momentarily on either side of the cockpit access way.
"How many?" she mouthed, knowing he could read her lips perfectly.
Casey held up four fingers.
Over the roar of the wind, Michaela doubted any of the men had heard K.A.I.S.Y. make his entrance, and she was right.
When she and Casey reached the cockpit, the four insurgents were sitting at their stations, working frantically to get the huge plane up to speed for takeoff.
Michaela walked up to the nearest man, and tapped him on the shoulder. When the man looked up at her in surprise, she brought the palm of her hand up into his nose. He collapsed, out cold, in a heap, his broken nose bleeding profusely.
Casey had simply put his arm around the other man's neck and applied just enough pressure to the arteries to make him pass out.
This entire process had taken a total of maybe five to ten seconds. It didn't go unnoticed by the other two men, however.
The pilot had just discovered control of the plane had been taken away from him. He was speaking very rapid Iraqi to his companion.
Michaela didn't understand any of it. Casey did, though, because he grabbed Michaela, lifted her up and ran for the truck.
The driver's side door opened and Casey shoved Michaela in. The door closed, and Casey merged with the truck.
They were half way down the cargo ramp when the plane exploded.
The truck was momentarily engulfed in flames, and pieces of the plane impacted the truck with the speed of bullets, but nothing penetrated the nano skin enhanced M.B.S.
As they pulled clear, a secondary explosion buffeted the Canyon, causing it to sway.
"You okay?" Michaela asked shakily.
"Yes, but let's not do that again. Okay?"
"What happened?"
"They were ordered not to be taken alive. The plane was rigged with explosives."
"Thanks for getting us out of there!"
"All part of the friendly service."
Airport fire suppression teams raced past them to the burning remains of the cargo plane, as they drove back to where the Stalovs had been apprehended.
K.I.T.T. was parked near the police cruisers. Carlee was yelling at the top of her lungs and pounding on the driver's side window with a fist. The police officers, informed that the Corvette was under remote operation by the Foundation, and that Carlee was under the influence of brain washing drugs, ignored her.
Michaela jumped down out of the truck, after pulling up next to K.I.T.T. She walked over to K.I.T.T., and placed her hand on the driver's window. She could clearly read her mother's lips, as the woman yelled, "Let me out!" even though K.I.T.T.'s sound proofing prevented her from hearing it.
She mouthed, "Sorry, Mom!" Then, under her breath, she said, "Take her home, K.I.T.T. Bonnie's waiting to take that laser out of you, so it can be returned to the D.O.D."
K.I.T.T.'s engine roared to life, and he pulled away. Michaela watched until they disappeared around an aircraft hanger.
"Ms. Knight?" a uniformed officer approached her. "I've been advised to contact the Foundation for the details surrounding this operation. You're free to go."
Michaela shot the officer a tired smile, and strode back to K.A.I.S.Y.
"Take us home," she said, as she climbed in.
"My pleasure!"