Knight Rider of chapter 12

Michael found himself in a cage of a transport that was a windowless, dark van, traveling to an unknown location. The van hit every pole hole, or bump on the road, making him to bounce up from the hard bench. While the chains around his wrists and ankles tugged at him, and rattled.

One guard sat across from him, and held a rifle in his lap, as another guard sat next to him, every so often would shove into Michael. Chained to the hard bench, like a dangerous criminal, and arrested for a crime he didn't commit, he just sat there. Listening to the guards cracking jokes about him, he was unable to respond.

"Tall, dark, and handsome, won't look so charming, once we give him a house warming party," said the driver.

The rest of the guards laughed and eyed Michael. They were baiting him to respond, while the assault of cruel and heartless jokes continued. Now, he was experiencing all the emotions that came of being persecuted, as he could relate to all the people that he had help that were innocent of a crime. Michael was powerless, so he waited for an opportunity, and prayed for one.

The guard next to Michael rammed his fist into Michael's stomach. The pain raced up into his chest, he couldn't catch his breath, and he refused to moan, suppressing it by biting the inside of his cheek.

"The hero won't yelp. I will fix that," the driver said, and turned on the heat just to watch Michael sweat.

A sickening feeling was creeping along his skin, and inched towards his neck. The only time he had this type of sensation when death was imminent, when he was captured in Vietnam, and just a couple of years ago, he was left in the desert to die, after being shot in the face. He just leaned back trying to remain calm, as his clothes clung to his damp skin. He needed to save his energy to use for later to defend himself from these guards. They were going to kill him, or they were toying with his mind.

The bars of the cage door rattled from being hit by a guard in the passenger seat of the van. "No.. sleeping in there, criminal," the guard snapped.

Michael opened his eyes, and glared at the guard.

"I'll change your attitude," snapped the guard, turning on the AC full blast.

Michael perked up in his seat, as a whirling hum from an engine echoed in the distance, and he knew it would approached the van in seconds.

KITT get me out of here, he thought.

The tires exploded, causing the van to jolt hard, before completely stopping; Michael slammed to the floor, and was jerked back by the chains to the bench. The guards banged on the rear doors, attempting to get out of the vehicle. Then the rear doors burst open, Michael saw KITT parked behind the van.

The chains popped off falling to the ground, he scrambled with the chains not to trip over them to attain his freedom. The bright sunlight hurt his eyes, as he climbed out of the van. The driver leaped out, tackling Michael to the ground with fists were flying, for both men were rustling on the road to punch each other to subdue the other. Michael desired his freedom with one last right cook, he punched the driver in his face. The man was knocked out cold lying on the asphalt, and he checked the man's pulse. Once he was certain it was strong, and hurried to KITT, sitting down in the driver's seat, as he closed the door, and KITT sped away from the scene.

Michael was free for the moment.

Jamie moved out of the Foundation to a nice hotel room in the downtown district of Los Angeles, lying on the bed and thought about what had happened in the past hours, as she and Devon were forced to watch Michael to be arrested, and put in chains and shackles, like an insane dangerous criminal. Devon stood like a statue, bracing himself against the shame and humiliation to support Michael like a true friend.

She understood why her uncle chosen Devon to take command of the Foundation, after her uncle's death.

General Patel with delight handed her the official papers that she was removed from the investigation, and ordered her men to be sent home, as Chloe was escorted to a car, and shove into the back seat of the vehicle. Jamie wanted to dash to the car, and start punching the men, but she felt a cold hand on her arm, as she looked up to see Devon remaining calm. She knew this wasn't the time to indulge her anger. Chloe was driven to the airport to return to England. Maybe that was the best place for Chloe.

A restlessness washed over her, as she continued to stare at the lovely swirls of the plaster of the ceiling above her. A quiet, soft glow was draping over the city, as sparkling twilight was peeking through her hotel window. Her thoughts dwell on planning her next moves that were the key to get out of the nasty situation; if she could convince Michael accepting her assistance.

Devon had her to memorize a phone number and time to call Michael. It was a matter of time when KITT would help him to escape.

So she waited, and understood that General Patel would be targeting her next. Jamie sided against his agenda in D.C. and now, it was time to pay the consequences for her decisions.

Jamie knew this day would come that was inevitable, but how would she play to win the game. That was the key.

The color of red spilled over the ceiling that was engulfing the bedroom, Jamie bolted upright in the bed, snatching her pistol off the nightstand. Her sixth sense alerted her to trouble. A knocking came from the door; she quietly walked into the sitting area, crouching behind the elegant sofa and waited.

Jamie controlled her breathing to stay calm, and focused on listening to the picking of the lock, for it was being picked open to unlock the door, as she twisted the silencer on her pistol.

Two men darted into the room.

Jamie leaped up, pointing her pistol at the intruders. "Stop!" she ordered.

She examined the men in the twilight, as both men wore a crisp white shirt with jeans, and sport jackets; they were Caucasian and of an average height.

"We have orders, to bring you in," spoke one of the men.

Studying the men, she didn't recognize them. A prickly sensation crawled on the back of her neck. "Who do you work for?" she asked.

One of the men charged at her, and she fired her gun. A bullet hit the man shoulder's, he stumbled back, as the other man pushed his friend out of the way. Jamie tried to fire her gun again, but it was jammed.

The man seized Jamie, yanking her close enough to him where she smelt his bad breath from too much booze and cigarette smoke. "You are a bit too young to be playing with guns, sweet thing." He smiled at her.

She used her gun in an attempt to pistol whipped him, and rammed it in his face. He screamed, releasing her, as she kicked him.

He collapsed on the carpet with blood oozed out of the wound from his head.

Jamie went to the other man, and pointed her pistol at him, hoping it would fired if she needed it.

"Who sent you?" she snapped.

"A man named Wade."

"Why does he want me?" she asked.

"Wade wants Knight. He figured out Knight's weakness is a woman. We can't get to that other woman, Bonnie... something. So, he figured you were the second best option."

"So, I am, the easier target," Jamie said. She bent down, looking into the man's eyes. "I'm not buying it. Give your boss a message for me. He just made a worst enemy with me."

Jamie picked up her bag, darted out of the room into the hallway.

The corridor glowed red with her six sense alerted her to danger, and searched for a way out.

Using her elbow, she broke the glass to the fire alarm, pulling the handle down. The alarm blared loudly, as the guests quickly left their rooms in the panic. She blended in with the mass of people, heading towards the staircase to vanish with the crowd of people.