Chapter 8
"The man is mad!" Devon exclaimed angrily, the moment Carlee walked into his office. He had just slammed down the phone.
He moved away from his desk and began to pace rapidly back and forth.
"You're going to wear a hole in your expensive antique oriental rug," Carlee said, trying to somewhat lift Devon's mood. It didn't work.
He swung around to Carlee, "Dr. Stalov has gone back before the board, as if nothing has happened! He's requesting he be allowed access to K.I.T.T. to finish his tests!"
"Why wasn't he arrested?" Carlee demanded to know.
"Oh, he's too smart for that! He sent a messenger. He didn't go himself, and the messenger didn't have a direct way to contact the doctor."
A calculating look crossed Carlee's face.
"Do you have a plan?" Devon asked, recognizing the determination on Carlee's face.
"Set it up, Devon."
"He's going to want to know why we suddenly changed our minds," Devon said.
"You can't stand the sight of him anymore, since he killed me," Carlee supplied. "Use your imagination, just make sure it was bloody and inside K.I.T.T. This is going to depend on K.I.T.T.'s windows being blacked out, so I can hide inside him. Dr. Stalov won't come for K.I.T.T. himself, he'll send someone. K.I.T.T. and I will have to be taken to Dr. Stalov." Carlee detailed the rest of her plan to Devon.
"It just might work!" Devon exclaimed.
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Later that day, Carlee went over the plan with K.I.T.T. Devon had managed to set up the pick up for the next day.
"You'll have to shut down all but your most basic functions. They may scan you for power readings, so we only want them to pick up minimal levels," Carlee informed K.I.T.T. "They have to believe you're deactivated."
"That means we'll be blind, since my scanners will have to be shut down," K.I.T.T.'s voice held an edge of anxiety.
"I'll let you know when we get there, so you can power fully back up. We'll still be able to talk to each other. It'll be okay," Carlee reassured, caressing the steering wheel.