Chapter 3
Carlee slowly emerged from drugged unconsciousness. Her head swam from the after effects of whatever she'd been given and what she suspected was at least a mild concussion.
She discovered she was tied to a chair when she tried to bring her right hand up to her face. Fighting off a surge of panic, she opened her eyes. She found herself in a pitch black room. It was so dark, and imagined spots of color danced in her vision. She closed her eyes again.
Trying to move her feet, she discovered that they were also bound to the chair on which she sat. Panic surged again at the realization that she was helpless.
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K.I.T.T.'s red scanner came on with a whoosh, as his system finally recovered from the surge of electricity.
Bonnie's surge protection program was only supposed to knock him off-line for a matter of minutes, but his system's clock told him it had been nearly three hours that he'd been down. He would have to talk to Bonnie about that.
In that instant, K.I.T.T. realized that he was not where he should have been. He should have come back on-line on the dessert road where the wire had fallen, with Carlee sitting impatiently waiting for him to reboot. Carlee's comforting presence was missing, and he wasn't even on a road.
He was enclosed in some sort of garage. What was worse, he was suspended several feet in the air.
His scanners picked up readings from several computers as well as the usual mechanic's tools one would find in a garage.
He wasn't worried about himself. After all, his molecular bonded shell would keep even the most determined of thieves out of him. Even the computers could do nothing to him without being directly plugged into him.
Carlee was his main concern right now. She was his driver, as well as his partner, and best friend. He had already lost one partner, he would NOT lose another.
"Carlee?" K.I.T.T. opened a channel to Carlee's comlink, hoping she still had it.