Jamie sat at the table studying the files, as Michael packed his clean laundry in his bag. Noticing her clothes still sat in the basket, he grumbled, she was in the zone putting the pieces into place. He had given up hours ago, but they needed a clue.
"You need pack your clean clothes," he said.
"Yeah..." Her eyes were locked, she examined the papers.
"Are you going to pack you bag?" Michael stared at her.
"Yeah." She waved her hand in a minute.
"Okay." Grabbing her bag, he dropped it on the bed, as Jamie turned her head. "Would you like me to pack your bag? I'm sure there are things in your bag you don't want me to examine," he said.
She sat facing him. "I am sure you have seen women's clothing before, some other items might surprise you."
"If you want to keep those items private, pack your bags," he said.
She stretched, moving her shoulders in a circular motion. "Has KITT been spotted by law enforcement?"
"No. We shouldn't stay here much longer, I don't want to bring the law on my friends."
She stood, walking to the bed. Michael noticed she looked pale, she dropped to her knees, he dashed, and caught her in his arms. He looked into her green eyes, she clutched his arms, and placed her on the bed, bending down.
Touching her face with his thumb, he wanted to kiss her, as she was vulnerable, and yet strong. The connection he felt for Jamie was intense, pulling him towards her, but it wasn't the right time diving into those feelings. She placed her head on his shoulder, he held her.
"Are you alright?" Michael asked.
"Just recovering from the taser shock."
"If I had known..."
"You made the right choice, we were out numbered, and Wade slipped up, I used the opportunity and escaped."
"What about the next time?"
Sitting up, she looked at him, she said, "I have a plan."
He leaned back. "Why do I have the feeling I'm not going to like your plan?"
"Because you're not, it is a dangerous plan, and our best option; there's a classified sub-station filled with supplies and access to a computer data base."
"We have KITT."
"Who doesn't have access to the Foundation's resources? By using my technical computer skills, I'll create a link to KITT from my data base, we'll have access," she said.
"We're walking into a trap and are you strong enough?"
"Trap. I'm counting on it."
"I'm unsure about your plan, like you said the Foundation resources are nonexistent until I clear my name."
"My plan is dangerous, and things could probably go wrong, and it is the only option at the moment, it may lead us to the next player. I'm tired of sitting here on the sidelines, watching the crucial moves being played without us."
He looked down, then he looked up. "I agree, let's shake the tree watch how many monkeys fall." Studying her, he touched her soft cheek. "You're betting on something."
"I want to play my hand and watch what it reveals."
"First, we need to leave from here, you need to pack, and then tell me your plan while I drive."
Day three being on the run, still no answers, Jamie thought. She sat in KITT's passenger seat while Michael drove. He wasn't thrill heading to the sub-station fearing something could go wrong. No doubt they would encounter trouble; it was a calculated move, hoping it would bring out the next powerful player.
Was it risky? Absolutely. They needed answers, discovering who was on the scorecard. She couldn't help pondering someone from her past framing Michael bringing her out into the open and wanting to destroy FLAG. Jamie wanted to be wrong, but she couldn't shake the feeling.
General Patel had no dealings with FLAG, he wanted KITT. The past year, whispers and rumors spread through Washington DC circles, and then his unexplainable decisions from a man who was precise and predictable. She was missing a piece. Was it possible Patel had soured? The question nagged at her since the case started, so far, there was no proof Patel was involved. He desired KITT, and soldiers of the future, he never denied it. There was no way Patel provided Wade's men the short term surge drugs, if the drug still existed. Too many questions floated in her mind, she needed to prepare on her next task, getting KITT linked with her database and getting the supplies.
If others had the drug flowing in their veins could she fight them and still survive?
If she had her resources from DC, the answer was yes, since, she chose assisting Michael, now those resources were no longer available. Was it possible she could die on this case? Yes. If her death ensured Michael would live, her blood would be spilt.
Jamie gave KITT the address, as Michael followed the KITT's route on the monitor. She was quiet, lost in her own thoughts, this case troubled her. He had no idea who the major players were, but Jamie might.
Wade was a player, but was he major or minor player? General Patel might be? In the transport van Michael over heard of General Patel's involvement, but was it accurate? Jamie had considered with the possibility the General had soured. After the discussion, she made no remarks, Jamie worked in DC, perhaps, she kept her personal opinions to herself until there was evidence.
Right now, there was no evidence linking Patel to Michael's setup, but Patel was connected to FLAG, and the missiles, Michael couldn't deny it. He needed to know what Jamie thought about General Patel; she wasn't talking.
They were a team without a lot of communication. Who was on the scorecard? How could he get Jamie talking?
The afternoon sun was lower with two hours of daylight left, as he drove. Jamie stared out the window, her brown hair glowed from the sunlight, accentuated her natural beauty.
"Will you explain what you're thinking about, Jamie?" Michael asked.
"I'm playing different scenarios in my head, pondering on my next move, how to put it in motion."
"You mean our next move." Michael stared at Jamie.
She sighed."You're right, our next play. What's on your mind?"
"I'm figuring out all the players are on the scorecard, but I'm drawing blanks."
"Well, Wade is a player, I'm wondering if he's a major or minor player."
"True. If he is a major player, Wade is probably considered a liability easy to dispose once there's no use for Wade in their scheme, whoever they are."
Jamie moved in the seat, she looked at him. "Why don't you tell me what you're thinking?"
"I'm thinking these players doesn't have a connection with the Foundation, they are linked to Washington DC." He eyed her.
"Would you explain a bit more?"
"OK. But that's your department about the players in DC. I'll ask the question, is it possible Patel is behind this plan?"
"Honestly, there's a possibility Patel is involved with each passing day looking more and more likely. Is he the mastermind, probably not? A powerful player is working here, the identity remains a mystery."
"Have you considered who framed me wants you?"
"So you've been really reading my file." She smiled, breaking the tension with humor. "It's looking like someone wants me out in the open and destroy FLAG in one shot. They're doing a successful job."
"We need to start making major moves to arrive in the winner circle," he said.
"I'm hoping by reaching the sub station will provide our next crucial clue."
Jamie placed her hand on his arm; he touched her hand, as a spark ran through them. "I'm not letting you go," Michael said.