Michael stared at Devon. There was no way…..

"But that's a damned death sentence!" he yelled.

"Michael, it's not anymore. We've figured out we can control Karr's behaviour by shocking him anytime he does something we don't want him to," replied Devon.

"Yeah, that's great until something goes wrong and you can't stop him anymore!" snapped Michael, "You can't possibly think anyone would possibly want to be partnered with a…a…. a monster like Karr! I doubt you've even asked her."

Jessica looked mildly surprised and slid further down in her seat.

"Fine!" snarled Devon his temper close to breaking point, "Miss Dalzell, do you wish to be partnered with Karr?"

"Well, I don't even know what he's like but as long as not like Dawson then yeah."

Dawson glared at her evilly and stood up.

"I agree with Mike! This Karr might hurt her or kill her or somethin'"

"Then let him!" hissed Jessica standing up too, "It'll be a bloody sight better than having to live with you people."

She advanced slowly, until she was inches from his face and reached up to stroke his cheek. Then she slapped him. It was a hard hit that knocked him sideways onto the floor cursing.

"Erm… Miss. Dalzell do you wish to know what Karr's like?" ventured Devon, "Because we locked him in one of your garage blocks. So…"

"You were in my gara…. Oh bugger it sure, whatever," Jessica met Michael's murderous glare with one of her own and gestured for Devon to lead the way.

"Bonnie, if you would please?"

They were all standing on the edge of a massive racetrack and airstrip, watching as a very nervous Bonnie hit the switch for one garage door. It creaked open and there was a warning hiss from inside as powerful turbines come to life. The easily recognized rumble of the engine followed and one black over silver Pontiac Trans-Am with a sinister yellow scanner slid out.

Michael was watching Jessica who was looking curiously at the car as it drove over reluctantly.

"Karr, this is Miss. Dalzell. If everything goes right she will be your new partner," Devon glanced from car to girl. Both looked obviously unimpressed.

"Her?" Karr's gritty "I-can-charm-the-birds-out-of-the-trees" voice sounded tired.

"Him?" sneered Jessica, walking forward to stand inches in front of the Pontiac's nose, "Listen, mate, if we've gotta work together no name-calling and no playing silly buggers, got it?"

"Like I get a choice!" barked Karr angrily, "How come I have to do everything they say? How come Kitt doesn't?"

"Kitt does, Karr, but he does so by choice," replied Jessica calmly, "How about you get this into your CPU? Do what I say as far as possible and don't seriously hurt or kill anyone and you'll have the same free reign of your life that Kitt does. And it won't get you shut down or destroyed."

"Well, make them turn the damned controller off at least," muttered Karr.

"No way!" yelled Michael, "Don't trust him, Jessica, he'll kill you!"

"Michael," sighed Jessica spinning on her heel, "In all due respect – shut up."

Michael fell silent as she ambled back to Devon and Bonnie and plucked the controller out of the technician's hand with considerable ease.

"Hey, wait!" yelped Bonnie trying to snatch it back.

The other girl shot her back a nasty look and dropped the controller, smashing it under her foot.

"There!" Jessica grinned and stepped back in front of the Pontiac.

"Now mate, this means you owe me."

Karr revved his engine dangerously but Jessica didn't move. He tried spinning his tyres but she remained standing in front of him, seemingly spaced out. Finally he removed the hand-brake and shot forward.

Dawson, obviously thinking it for the best, tackled Jessica, throwing her across the tarmac and landing on top of her.

"Hey, sweetheart!" he mumbled. She glared back at him, anger radiating from her.

"Get off Dawson," she said quietly. Dawson stood up and grabbed her by the wrist,

"Now, sweet cakes you owe me!"

"Get off," repeated Jessica, staring at the trembling black over silver Pontiac over Dawson' shoulder.

"Not 'til I get a thank you snog."

Jessica made to protest again but was cut off.

"You heard the lady, let her go."

It was Karr. He had turned round and seemed to be aiming for Dawson, even as he sat still.

"Aye, that's right sonny boy. You just listen to the nice gentleman now," laughed Jessica, decking Dawson with her free hand and turned back to Karr.

"Now what'd I say about playing silly buggers?"

"You were playing it too!" protested the AI rolling over to her,

"Hey, Miss. Dalzell…"

"Jessica."

"Whatever. I'm sorry about charging you. Can we still be partners? I think I might like you."

"Yeah sure, babe. It's a deal".

Jessica waltzed back to the FLAG team, grinning triumphantly,

"So.... Where'd I sign up?"

And another chappie is finished and guess what! We have another Karr and other person team. Actually some of the other stories that go like this are extremely good but I must maintain that I thought this story up the first time I ever saw an episode with Karr in it and back then I could only just figure out how to play a game of cards on the computer, let alone even go near the Internet symbol thing.