Chapter 15

Jamie still held Michael's hand as he allowed KITT to drive to the location. They continued off the main highways trying to avoid the police. The road was isolated and in the past hour she hadn't spotted another vehicle. Her doubts crept, eating away at her confidence, but she reminded herself the location needed to be investigated.

The light pounding still lingered in her head; she desired a dark room, her medicine, and more sleep. That wasn't going to happen anytime soon, she rubbed her scalp to ease her pain.

"On the road and on the run isn't the best time to have a migraine," Michael said, rubbing her neck to ease her suffering. "My mother had migraines, it would put her to bed in a dark room. As soon as I can we'll stop so you can rest."

She nodded.

Jamie explained what happened to her in the hotel room, and a man named Wade who had sent them. She was worried about Bonnie.

"There's nothing to worry about Bonnie's safety. I'm sure Devon has her in a secure location until this case is solved." Michael looked at the dashboard. "KITT, start a background search for a Wade."

Up ahead in the middle of nowhere was a rundown building and Jamie determined by the layout of the structure had two rooms. Michael took over the driving while kept his distance away from the building to allow KITT to use his scanner.

"There's no one here but my scanner detects medical equipment inside," KITT said.

Michael stared at her and squeezed her hand. "Are you feeling up to this?"

The truth was Jamie longed to find a dark room, puke into the trash can, and to sleep for hours. A luxury she couldn't afford at the moment. "I'm needed so you know what you are looking for." She checked her pistol putting it in the holster on her belt.

"It's not necessary for you to carry a weapon."

"I do. We're in the middle of nowhere and without backup. KITT needs time to get to us if we get into trouble. My pistol will buy a few seconds if it comes to that."

"Come on. Let's get this done. While everything is still quiet around here. There's no place for KITT to hide." Michael and Jamie hopped out of the car hurrying to the building. She stood watch while he picked the lock on the door and motioned for her to stay. He entered the building.

He released a long whistle taking her cue she entered, her skin broke out in goosebumps, and her senses told her to run out of there.

In the main room there were two makeshift hospital beds with thick straps and cabinet full of bags for an IV. Michael consciously walked, examining the items. She stood frozen in fear.

He looked at her. "Are you going to stand there or search for clues?"

"Yeah. This stuff brings back awful memories for me," she spoke quietly, hoping he didn't hear her. She glanced at him. By his expression on his face she knew he did. "Trying to find anything that mentions Wade, the missile, or the general. There's got to be a connection here somewhere to give us our next lead."

She examined the two hospital beds noticing one of them had double straps just for her. At some point she realized she would have to tell Michael about her past and what Garth did to her. Slamming down the strap, she darted away from the bed heading to the medicine cabinet. Jamie turned around to see Michael watching her with a folder in his hands.

In the cabinet were two shelves each labeled Knight and White. On a desk next to the cabinet were files marked with their names, Jamie flipped through the papers photographing the information into her mind since she had a photographic memory. Taking the files, she put them underneath her arm taking a step back to the cabinet again. She studied the layout of the two shelves wanting to recall the information for later when she could focus.

"Do you have a photographic memory like Garth does?" He asked, leaning against one of the hospital beds.

She turned around and stared into his blue eyes. "I do. It's a trait in the Knight family that I inherited from my father."

He placed the files on the bed and studied her. "Good to know. That will be useful in our investigation."

She lifted her right eyebrow. "Our investigation? A few hours ago you didn't want me here at all."

You are correct. I didn't. After finding this building, finding two beds, and two roles of IV bags we are linked on this case together." He lifted up the double straps. "I believe this bed was meant for you. Would you like to explain why?"

Jamie sighed. "Not particularly."

"Why is this happening here? How you are connected? Right now, I'll trust Devon's wisdom about you."

"Oh, you're good." She moved her neck in a circular motion trying to ease the tension she carried in her muscles. "I was given an experimental drug called Surge Adrenaline Enhancement. That strengthen all my five senses and made me stronger than the average human during a battle. I still carry the effects from that drug in my body."

"Explains your strong grip when we met in Devon's office and your reaction to. Why you stay in control of your emotions all the time?"

"Pretty much. When I get angry or really upset I've short bursts of strength flow out of me. If I don't watch it, I could end up hurting someone by putting a person into critical condition. Another side effect from the drug are the migraines I deal with."

"Devon knows about what you have experienced and what you deal with?"

"Yes. He does know," she said, bracing herself for the onset of another round of questions.

"Devon thinks highly of you more than you realize."

Jamie was dumbfounded giving him her file she had found on the desk. "Would you like to see a demonstration?" She released a huge grin.

Michael nodded with his smirk on his face.

She searched for a heavy, huge item and wanted to bust up the cabinet with the IV bags. In the corner was a huge fire extinguisher she walked over picking it up and held the extinguisher like it was a small purse. She measured the distance in her mind. The impact point which would cause the most destruction to the cabinet.

Michael had moved out of her way. She tossed the fire extinguisher like a ball in the air as it crashed into the cabinet sending out shards of broken glass flying through the air. Michael and Jamie ducked underneath the hospital bed while Michael shielded her from the debris.

He stood and surveyed the damage that she caused. "Wow!"

"Mission accomplished." She chuckled. "We need to get out of here before more trouble arrives?"

"I agree." Michael grabbed all the files.

They darted back to KITT and drove away from the building.

After their search Michael had found a clue in one of the files and programmed KITT to the location to track down another lead. He allowed Jamie to sleep in the passenger seat hoping she would feel better. At this point, he realized they needed downtime to allow their bodies to rest.

Minutes passed into hours when KITT monitor beeped causing Jamie to stir in the seat.

"Michael and Jamie, I have found some information that you have requested."

Jamie rubbed her eyes leaning over to look at the data. "They are the men busted into my room."

"According to KITT. They are Williams and James; their boss is Duke Wade a weapon runner and seller," Michael said.

"Just great. That Wade! The smuggler of all things. We get to deal with him."

Michael turned his head. "Our lead is growing, and we have a place to start searching. Wade can tell us who stole the weapon and why. You know him?"

"Yeah. Be warned smugglers and I don't get along. He deals in drugs, weapons, humans, or anything that he can make a profit at."

"You said human?"

"Helping people to cross the border illegally into our country and only to end up as slaves."

"KITT and I've broke a few operations near the border of modern day slavery." He stared at her. "You feeling better?"

"I am. Thanks. Can we stop for I need to use the bathroom?"

"There's a gas station up ahead. We can get out and grabbed food too before we continue on."

He pulled in and was glad she felt better for color returned to her face.

The sky clouded up and a light breeze blew. Jamie stepped out of KITT examining the warehouse as her spine tingled alerting her to the danger. Michael walked to her holding something in his hand.

"I want you to wear this," he ordered.

It struck her kind of odd for he wasn't type of man to order people around. She held out her hand, he gave her a man's sport watch.

"You're making me wear a watch? What have you been drinking while I was sleeping?"

"You are blunt. It is not a watch but a com-link to KITT just in case we get separated in there." He pointed to the building.

"Oh, I see." Jamie paused. "Michael, sorry about that remark." She put on the com-link on her left wrist.

"Don't worry about it."

They quickly walked to the door of the warehouse. Michael picked the lock while Jamie stayed in the shadows. He opened the door and entered as she followed him covering his back.

The building was dark and their footsteps echoed. The huge warehouse was empty full with an eeriness. Her spine tingled warning danger could be near. Her sixth sense had not kicked in and if it had everything would turn red.

Michael led her to a tiny office in the back. She took her tiny flashlight searching the desk. He looked through the filing cabinets to find any clues. Jamie opened a drawer, pulling out a folder. She scanned through it.

"Michael, I have found the plans for the missile and possible date for pick up." She showed him the file.

"Who's this guy Warren?"

"I don't know. In the smuggling world it could mean anyone or anything."

Her spine released sharp tingles, and the red engulfed the room. She pulled out her gun. "Trouble..."

The com-links beeped. Michael brought it up to his mouth. "KITT, talk to me."

"Three men have entered. One of them have a head wound."

"One of your playmates from earlier, Jamie?" Michael asked.

Now, who's has a smart mouth. To answer the question, yes."

"Time to leave this party."

They darted out of the office, hiding in the shadows as footsteps became louder.

"Turn on the lights," a man ordered.

The warehouse lit up in seconds, Michael grabbed her hand, as they hid behind some boxes.

"Knight and Ms. White, we know that you are here. Foolishness to hide from us since, the both of you are criminals now. I'm Wade."

She watched Michael's face and understood what he was thinking. "I can take care of myself," she whispered.

"We don't have any choice to play Wade's game until we can get an opening to escape." He patted her shoulder.

She nodded.

Michael stood, holding his hand up, as Jamie popped up pointing her gun at Wade.

"Gentlemen, if you step closer, I'll shoot your boss," Jamie stated.

Michael put his arms down. "I believe she would, she's like me, been having a bad week."

Wade ordered his men to hold their positions. He was average height in his forties and well dressed with his dark brown hair made his tan face darker in the light.

"I always thought you're a man didn't hide behind a woman," Wade said.

"I'm the kind of woman who don't trust smugglers."

"Are you going to allow her do all the talking, Knight? It is your future on the line and not hers. Three and half years ago, you emerged into the world out of nowhere without a past. It doesn't take a genius to discover you don't have a past to return too."

"What's your point?" Michael asked.

"I don't want her, those she would be a nice prize to brag about. Like you, she's a troublemaker cutting into my business."

Michael and Jamie glanced at each other. She heard a slight movement coming behind her. She turned on her heels and spotted a man hiding. Firing her weapon, she shot her gun aiming for the man's leg. He screamed and fell. She quickly turned, facing Wade and pointed her weapon at him.

"Nice shot, Ms. White," Wade said and clapped his hands. "I've more men outside the building."

"If they enjoy living they better stay outside, then."

"I thought you might say that, Ms. White. You see, I have a trained sniper on the both of you." Wade displayed a walkie-talkie to them. "Now, can we stop these games get down to business?"

"What do you want?" Michael asked.

Wade smiled. "For starters, I want her because you are a hard man to read. If I have a card that you want you'll be more agreeable in the future."

Micheal moved closer to Jamie seizing the gun from her hands. She stood there frozen in fear like a statue.

"What are you doing?" She was stunned and was submitting to his will like it was second nature to her.

He snatched her wrist pulling her forward to Wade. "Trust me," he whispered.

She was dumbfounded by his actions, and just nodded.

"Now, send her to me," Wade ordered.

They walked away from the boxes, he held her wrist. "I'll get you back; this will give us an opportunity to escape," he whispered.

One of Wade's men took her from Michael. A guard with a large handheld taser, and shocked her. Jamie collapsed to the floor. Wade stepped in front of her waving his finger at Michael.

"She belongs to me now," Wade stated.

"We'll see about that. KITT!" Michael yelled.

KITT busted through the doors of the warehouse. Wade helped his guard to carry Jamie to the van parked outside. Another man attacked Michael using a knife that stabbed him into his shoulder. The throbbing pain raced through his arm and manged to get the attacker off him as the man laid on the floor in a daze.

"Michael, are you alright?"

"I'll live. Where is Jamie and Wade?"

"They raced out in a van. I have its location."

Michael got inside of KITT reaching for the medical aid kit under the seat. While KITT drove himself as dark storm clouds rolled in from the horizon.