Again, I own nothing but the plot. SO please understand! /smiles/
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"Nicolas? This detective found some clues, Durant was sloppy. There was a camera" A shadowed figure growled disgusted.
"He did his purpose. Kill him; he messed up to badly to be kept for further use." The icy gazed man turned out to be Nicolas.
"Yes sir" Teased his colleague in amusement.
"Leave him where someone can find him" Nicolas added smiling darkly. His colleague laughed as he left to his set out task.
"This is all we have" A blurry video of a truck that was obviously filthy, making reading the plates harder. But Durant's face was clear as day.
"I'll see what my equipment can do" Michael felt a sharp shock from the comlink as Kitt protested the name. He walked out with a quick farewell with his copy of the security footage. Michael smiled as he looked over at his partner, sitting in his parking space, shining like black obsidian in contrast to the dusty, green jeeps. Michael stepped into Kitts cabin starting to feel the heat of Nevada weighing down on him as Kitt blasted the AC. Kitt was silent, obviously still steaming from being called equipment, Michael sighed.
"Pal, you know that's the only thing I could think of saying they can't know about you if we can help it" He offered gently as a form of apology.
"I know but, it feels so demeaning!" Kitt exclaimed, he never would admit it but it stung his pride greatly. Michael nodded setting the tape and key on Kitts passenger seat.
"I know pal, I know lets see what you can clear up huh? And check for the name 'Burtons' that's the name on the key." Michael requested, slipping the car into gear.
"Burton's 120 matches I'll try to narrow it down and Michael that tape is going to take at least 10 hours to clear from what I saw on the generals TV! To clear it up, see through all that dirt...Ugh how could anyone let their car or truck get THAT filthy?!"
"Consider yourself pampered Kitt." Michael teased giving a pointed look at the dash.
"Very funny, I'll see what I can do when we go over it in the semi." Kitt sighed.
"Thanks pal" Michael smiled.
"How are we supposed to see through THAT?!" Bonnie exclaimed under her breath staring at the footage on the monitor. She and Kitt have been working on it already for four hours with barely any change.
"We have to keep trying." Michael sighed rubbing his temples. Bonnie sighed nodding. Devon walked in, his face grim.
"Police found Durant dead 4 miles from Newton base; he was shot in the back of the head. According to what they could tell he was dead only 6 hours."
"They killed him while I was at the base..." Michael looked at the clock. 8:58 p.m.
"Michael, get some rest you're still tired from your last assignment" Devon ordered. Looking at Michael apologetically at the fact of no rest. The fact he didn't argue just added to the evidence.
"Call me if you can get anything." He told Bonnie, Kitt made a rude noise that clearly stated 'in your dreams'.
"...Or not" He added looking at Kitt startled. Bonnie smiled.
"Someone has to take care of you. So he's taking over since you won't" Bonnie chuckled looking over at Michael.
"Alright! I surrender I'm going sleep now" Michael muttered throwing his hands in the air.
"Good" The others said as Michael rolled his eyes walking into the living quarters.
"He's gotten closer." The figure murmured from the shadows, Nicolas growled.
"Kill him, I don't care how. Use one of the explosives if you have to."
"As you wish" The shadows dark amusement caused even Nicolas to shiver.
BRRIIINNNGG!! BRINNGG!! That blasted phone.
"Gah!" Michael groaned as he looked wearily at the clock. 9:46, he blinked. Great he slept longer than he had intended. BRINNGG! Michael stuffed his head in the pillow not wanting to get up. A minute later he heard faintly Devon talking to the caller. Michael was about to go back to sleep when Devon knocked on the door then came in.
"General Smithson just called, he said that he found a card in the rubble when they were clearing it out. 'Jamison warehousing'. One of his platoon leaders went to check but never checked in." Devon explained, Michael took a moment to register this then shot out of bed shirtless and started trying to find a clean one. Devon shook his head as he left Michael to it.
Barely five minutes later, Kitt and Michael were rocketing towards Jamison warehousing. ------------------------------------------------------
"He's coming." The figure in he shadows purred.
"Good, are the men ready?" Nicolas smirked.
"Yes"
"Excellent" Icy eyes glowed with anticipation.
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"Pal what do you see?" Murmured Michael looking through Kitt's windshield.
"Abandoned buildings that I can't scan in." Kitt answered plaintively.
"You can't?" Michael blinked.
"They seem to have lead in the structure. I can't penetrate it. Also the spaces between the warehouses can't fit me, even in ski mode. I can't go with you. But, Michael I have a feeling this is a trap..."
"Me too, the only way for you to come is to crash through the wall. That'd alert any attackers. That means you'll have to stay here as back up." Michael muttered thoughtfully.
"But then I can't protect you" Kitt pointed out worriedly.
"If I run into trouble, I'll call you and you can come crashing through a wall to save me." Michael smirked.
"I guess I have no choice" Kitt sighed, he didn't like this idea at all. Michael patted the dash as he slipped out of the cabin and towards the small alley between the warehouses.
Michael looked around; a pickup truck was parked having come through one of the warehouses it seemed because one roll doors was open. The four buildings around him made a patio big enough for a semi without a trailer. Michael stepped out into the open not seeing anything, fully intending to check out the open warehouse. Hell broke loose.
Gunshots rang out loud and clear as Michael ducked behind the pickup truck. The bullets rang against its left side ripping it apart, it seemed. Michael ducked and brought his comlink to his face.
"Kitt! Where are they?!" He yelled into the comlink, hoping his partner had found him.
"I can't pinpoint them Michael! There's too much interference!" Kitt exclaimed stressed.
"Great!" Michael groaned ducking more as another round of bullets pinged into the pickups hide. Then all was silent.
"Pal? Why did the-" He was suddenly cut off as he was lifted of the ground with a wave of pure scorching heat and the roar of something exploding. The pickup truck was lifted onto two tires leaning dangerously from the force. Its mangled body bent in less then a few seconds.
Michael landed on his stomach roughly. He pulled his right knee up under him so he could push himself forward seeing that he was in danger of being shot. Right then the pickup finally teetered and flipped onto his left leg that was still outstretched before he could move forward. Michael screamed as his leg was crushed, he didn't know he had screamed a name before his voice gave out and he fainted from pain.
"Michael! MICHAEL?!?" Kitt cried as he heard his partner scream his name. He ignited his engine and drove to where the comlink said his fallen partner was. He hoped he wasn't too late.
Erupting through the walls he found his partner pinned by the truck. If he didn't get out from it soon, the weight that's probably cutting off circulation will destroy Michael's leg. Kitt saw much to his horror the gunman aiming to finish what they had started.
"No!" Kitt slammed himself in between the bullets and his partner as he shot his laser at the weapons. The gunmen smartly retreated with burned hands. When Kitt scanned and was sure they were gone he maneuvered himself on the other side of the pickup. How was he going to do this?!
Inspiration struck as he aimed his grappling hook at the driver window. Firing the grappling hook it caught on the inside of the door, catching on the frame. Kitt pulled, praying as the truck slowly, with groans of tortured metal was lifted off of Michael. With the truck securely away from his partner Kitt detangled himself and called the paramedics and the semi, after seeing nasty burns all over his partners back
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"Nicolas? This detective found some clues, Durant was sloppy. There was a camera" A shadowed figure growled disgusted.
"He did his purpose. Kill him; he messed up to badly to be kept for further use." The icy gazed man turned out to be Nicolas.
"Yes sir" Teased his colleague in amusement.
"Leave him where someone can find him" Nicolas added smiling darkly. His colleague laughed as he left to his set out task.
"This is all we have" A blurry video of a truck that was obviously filthy, making reading the plates harder. But Durant's face was clear as day.
"I'll see what my equipment can do" Michael felt a sharp shock from the comlink as Kitt protested the name. He walked out with a quick farewell with his copy of the security footage. Michael smiled as he looked over at his partner, sitting in his parking space, shining like black obsidian in contrast to the dusty, green jeeps. Michael stepped into Kitts cabin starting to feel the heat of Nevada weighing down on him as Kitt blasted the AC. Kitt was silent, obviously still steaming from being called equipment, Michael sighed.
"Pal, you know that's the only thing I could think of saying they can't know about you if we can help it" He offered gently as a form of apology.
"I know but, it feels so demeaning!" Kitt exclaimed, he never would admit it but it stung his pride greatly. Michael nodded setting the tape and key on Kitts passenger seat.
"I know pal, I know lets see what you can clear up huh? And check for the name 'Burtons' that's the name on the key." Michael requested, slipping the car into gear.
"Burton's 120 matches I'll try to narrow it down and Michael that tape is going to take at least 10 hours to clear from what I saw on the generals TV! To clear it up, see through all that dirt...Ugh how could anyone let their car or truck get THAT filthy?!"
"Consider yourself pampered Kitt." Michael teased giving a pointed look at the dash.
"Very funny, I'll see what I can do when we go over it in the semi." Kitt sighed.
"Thanks pal" Michael smiled.
"How are we supposed to see through THAT?!" Bonnie exclaimed under her breath staring at the footage on the monitor. She and Kitt have been working on it already for four hours with barely any change.
"We have to keep trying." Michael sighed rubbing his temples. Bonnie sighed nodding. Devon walked in, his face grim.
"Police found Durant dead 4 miles from Newton base; he was shot in the back of the head. According to what they could tell he was dead only 6 hours."
"They killed him while I was at the base..." Michael looked at the clock. 8:58 p.m.
"Michael, get some rest you're still tired from your last assignment" Devon ordered. Looking at Michael apologetically at the fact of no rest. The fact he didn't argue just added to the evidence.
"Call me if you can get anything." He told Bonnie, Kitt made a rude noise that clearly stated 'in your dreams'.
"...Or not" He added looking at Kitt startled. Bonnie smiled.
"Someone has to take care of you. So he's taking over since you won't" Bonnie chuckled looking over at Michael.
"Alright! I surrender I'm going sleep now" Michael muttered throwing his hands in the air.
"Good" The others said as Michael rolled his eyes walking into the living quarters.
"He's gotten closer." The figure murmured from the shadows, Nicolas growled.
"Kill him, I don't care how. Use one of the explosives if you have to."
"As you wish" The shadows dark amusement caused even Nicolas to shiver.
BRRIIINNNGG!! BRINNGG!! That blasted phone.
"Gah!" Michael groaned as he looked wearily at the clock. 9:46, he blinked. Great he slept longer than he had intended. BRINNGG! Michael stuffed his head in the pillow not wanting to get up. A minute later he heard faintly Devon talking to the caller. Michael was about to go back to sleep when Devon knocked on the door then came in.
"General Smithson just called, he said that he found a card in the rubble when they were clearing it out. 'Jamison warehousing'. One of his platoon leaders went to check but never checked in." Devon explained, Michael took a moment to register this then shot out of bed shirtless and started trying to find a clean one. Devon shook his head as he left Michael to it.
Barely five minutes later, Kitt and Michael were rocketing towards Jamison warehousing. ------------------------------------------------------
"He's coming." The figure in he shadows purred.
"Good, are the men ready?" Nicolas smirked.
"Yes"
"Excellent" Icy eyes glowed with anticipation.
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"Pal what do you see?" Murmured Michael looking through Kitt's windshield.
"Abandoned buildings that I can't scan in." Kitt answered plaintively.
"You can't?" Michael blinked.
"They seem to have lead in the structure. I can't penetrate it. Also the spaces between the warehouses can't fit me, even in ski mode. I can't go with you. But, Michael I have a feeling this is a trap..."
"Me too, the only way for you to come is to crash through the wall. That'd alert any attackers. That means you'll have to stay here as back up." Michael muttered thoughtfully.
"But then I can't protect you" Kitt pointed out worriedly.
"If I run into trouble, I'll call you and you can come crashing through a wall to save me." Michael smirked.
"I guess I have no choice" Kitt sighed, he didn't like this idea at all. Michael patted the dash as he slipped out of the cabin and towards the small alley between the warehouses.
Michael looked around; a pickup truck was parked having come through one of the warehouses it seemed because one roll doors was open. The four buildings around him made a patio big enough for a semi without a trailer. Michael stepped out into the open not seeing anything, fully intending to check out the open warehouse. Hell broke loose.
Gunshots rang out loud and clear as Michael ducked behind the pickup truck. The bullets rang against its left side ripping it apart, it seemed. Michael ducked and brought his comlink to his face.
"Kitt! Where are they?!" He yelled into the comlink, hoping his partner had found him.
"I can't pinpoint them Michael! There's too much interference!" Kitt exclaimed stressed.
"Great!" Michael groaned ducking more as another round of bullets pinged into the pickups hide. Then all was silent.
"Pal? Why did the-" He was suddenly cut off as he was lifted of the ground with a wave of pure scorching heat and the roar of something exploding. The pickup truck was lifted onto two tires leaning dangerously from the force. Its mangled body bent in less then a few seconds.
Michael landed on his stomach roughly. He pulled his right knee up under him so he could push himself forward seeing that he was in danger of being shot. Right then the pickup finally teetered and flipped onto his left leg that was still outstretched before he could move forward. Michael screamed as his leg was crushed, he didn't know he had screamed a name before his voice gave out and he fainted from pain.
"Michael! MICHAEL?!?" Kitt cried as he heard his partner scream his name. He ignited his engine and drove to where the comlink said his fallen partner was. He hoped he wasn't too late.
Erupting through the walls he found his partner pinned by the truck. If he didn't get out from it soon, the weight that's probably cutting off circulation will destroy Michael's leg. Kitt saw much to his horror the gunman aiming to finish what they had started.
"No!" Kitt slammed himself in between the bullets and his partner as he shot his laser at the weapons. The gunmen smartly retreated with burned hands. When Kitt scanned and was sure they were gone he maneuvered himself on the other side of the pickup. How was he going to do this?!
Inspiration struck as he aimed his grappling hook at the driver window. Firing the grappling hook it caught on the inside of the door, catching on the frame. Kitt pulled, praying as the truck slowly, with groans of tortured metal was lifted off of Michael. With the truck securely away from his partner Kitt detangled himself and called the paramedics and the semi, after seeing nasty burns all over his partners back