Chapter 3
Michael entered Devon Miles' office, taking off his black leather jacket and laid it on the small sofa in the sitting area. The office was decorated in old world style. The windows had huge drapes that were closed to block out the evening sun. He paced back and forth by the marble fireplace. It felt good to stretch his long legs after that grueling drive.
The door opened, and wheels squeaked from the silver cart. The cook in a white uniform pushed it into the office. "Devon wanted me to bring you a light meal. The boss thought you might be hungry after your trip."
"Thank you. Where is Devon?" Michael walked over to the cart, grabbing a can of coke.
"I don't know. Just following orders like everyone else on this insane day," the cook said. "Is there anything else you need?"
"No. Everything looks good. Thank you."
The cook hurried out the door. Once again Michael was alone with his thoughts, picking up the plate. He dived into the food like a hungry animal, and walked to the sofa to enjoy his meal. Quickly devoured his dinner, he leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes. Michael had learned to seize a cat nap when the opportunity presented itself.
The door opened. Michael sat up when he heard men's dress shoes were hitting the wood floor.
"There you are, Michael," Devon spoke in a very friendly tone.
He stood, staring at his boss. Devon was tired with dark bags under his eyes and his face was pale. His tie and coat jacket were off, but his fading blond hair managed to stay in place.
"I see my instincts were correct. Your plate doesn't even have a crumb on it," Devon said.
"They were. What is going on here? You had my keys and access card taken away from me!" Michael snapped.
He put his hand up in the air, and waved them."My dear boy that was just a formality to show I'm not showing any favoritism to you." Devon sat in the leather chair, gesturing to Michael to sit on the sofa. "Would you like any more food?"
"No, Devon, I'm fine. What I want are some answers." Michael grabbed a can of soda and drank it.
"You were with your girlfriend, Amy the last few days?"
"Yes, until this morning when you wanted me back here. Why?"
"Last night, a group of thieves stole a new top secret missile from the manufacturer's laboratory. The company was to transfer the weapons to the Air Force today."
Devon rose from the chair, heading to the computer. Michael followed. Devon typed a command on the keyboard. Footage from the laboratory played. He watched a man with a similar build and hairstyle entered the lab. Once the footage was done, Devon handed the pictures of a tiny black box with an emblem of a knight's chess piece on the side.
Michael returned to the sofa, throwing the pictures on a cherry table. He ran his fingers through his brown wavy hair, and rubbed his neck. "I am being framed here," he stated, and lifted up his head to look at Devon.
"Yes, Michael, I know."
He stared at the computer monitor, forcing the words to come out of his mouth. "Could it be Garth in this footage?
"It is a possibility of course. I have Bonnie checking all the places that Garth could resurface, so, far nothing at all."
"Anything is possible with Garth Knight. That man still is angry at his late father."
"Wilton had hoped Garth would change his ways." Devon sat down in the chair, leaning back. "I don't believe that Garth is behind this. General Patel wants you under lock and key tomorrow morning. He has important influential figures in Washington providing him support."
Michael felt like that he could throw up his dinner. "What if I don't cooperate?"
"Then FLAG will be shutdown, and investigated by Washington outsiders," Devon said coldly.
"And KITT?" he asked.
Devon gripped the arm of the chair. "KITT will be seized by the government to be use for their purposes."
"What's stopping them if I am in a jail cell from shutting us down and kidnapping KITT?"
"I'm working on that one," Devon said.
"Alexis Jamie White- would you being working on?"
"Yes, she is Wilton Knight's niece. I have been trying to locate her."
"Will she help us? Or only help you?" He leaned, and looked at the manicured ceiling above him.
His past experience with the Knight children left Michael feeling apprehensive. Garth wanted to kill him, and Jennifer gave him a difficult time he figured because he looked like her brother, Garth.
Devon stood, and walked over to Michael putting his hand on Michael's shoulder. "She will help us. I have no doubt in that," he told Michael.
He nodded, and hoped Devon was right.
