Sorry, I didn't realize that the first two stories were sad and had
character deaths. Oops. I wasn't paying attention. So, to make up for it
here is a light-hearted one. It's from knightimmortal's Made Maddock
Suffer challenge. Basically, in some way, torment Russel Maddock from the
Knight Rider 2000 movie.
Disclaimers: I don't own Knight Rider, Knight Rider 2000, or any of the characters. This is just for fun.
Ragged
Russell Maddock blew into his office at Foundation headquarters, slammed the door shut behind him, and sank against the inside of the metal frame. He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the impending headache. He hated dealing with Daniels and her happy brigade of bureaucrats. Why couldn't they see past their own agendas and accept that he was right. They were under-utilizing FLAG to their own detriment. Russ sighed. They'd realize it one of these days, he thought as he loosened up his tie and opened his eyes . . .
To stare right at a very large doll, sitting in his chair, posed behind his desk.
A whole set of warning bells went off in his head. As a former District Attorney, he knew to beware of odd things turning up in his office. More often than not, they contained a nasty surprise from some recently paroled, resentful criminal. Slowly Russ approached his desk, never taking his eyes off the three-foot high doll. There was something familiar about the big, black, button eyes and vivid, red yarn hair. What was its name? It had been a while since Maddock had been around children, so it took him a minute to realize that it was a giant Raggedy Andy doll, complete with a little bow-tie and blue pants.
He tried to remember if that doll had any significance to any of the cases he had tried as a DA. He had locked up several basket cases, but he couldn't think of any specific incidents. He contemplated it for a moment, and then carefully leaned toward his desk to pick up the phone and call security.
"Sir?" the doll asked, in a voice eerily similar to his.
Maddock stopped with the phone comically held in mid air next to his face. Nooooooo, he thought. It couldn't be. "KIFT?!" he asked.
"Yes, sir. And I respectfully request that you punish them."
"God dammit!" Maddock thundered and slammed down the phone. Who in the hell?! No. Scratch that, he amended. He knew exactly who was responsible for putting his state-of-the-art AI into a doll, and he was not amused! Not in the slightest. It was bad enough that they had displaced his brainchild and effectively stolen his Knight 4000 vehicle, but he was not going to tolerate this mockery! Not at all! He hauled the doll out of his desk chair and stormed out of his office.
* * *
"You have approximately two minutes and thirty-nine seconds before Maddock arrives," Kitt said as Michael plucked an eight-by-ten image from Kitt's printer. He smiled at the close-up of Maddock leaving his office with a Raggedy Andy doll clutched tightly against the side of his chest.
"He doesn't look very happy, does he, pal?" Michael asked with feigning innocence as he added the last picture to a pile of similar shots.
"Well, I have to say that I hope this knocks that arrogant AI down a peg or two."
"Yeah, I can't think of a pair more in need of a good, old-fashioned practical joke."
"Be that as it may, you may not want to be here when he arrives," Kitt warned.
"Good point. See you soon, buddy."
"I look forward to it. Goodbye, Michael."
Michael pushed open the door, grabbed his stack of pictures and left the car. He paused and turned back, knowing that his former partner would be taking the brunt of Maddock's anger.
"Let me know if he gives you any trouble. I'm sure Commissioner Daniels would love to see his softer side," Michael said, snapping the stack of pictures against his palm, and leaving the garage, grinning from ear to ear.
Disclaimers: I don't own Knight Rider, Knight Rider 2000, or any of the characters. This is just for fun.
Ragged
Russell Maddock blew into his office at Foundation headquarters, slammed the door shut behind him, and sank against the inside of the metal frame. He shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the impending headache. He hated dealing with Daniels and her happy brigade of bureaucrats. Why couldn't they see past their own agendas and accept that he was right. They were under-utilizing FLAG to their own detriment. Russ sighed. They'd realize it one of these days, he thought as he loosened up his tie and opened his eyes . . .
To stare right at a very large doll, sitting in his chair, posed behind his desk.
A whole set of warning bells went off in his head. As a former District Attorney, he knew to beware of odd things turning up in his office. More often than not, they contained a nasty surprise from some recently paroled, resentful criminal. Slowly Russ approached his desk, never taking his eyes off the three-foot high doll. There was something familiar about the big, black, button eyes and vivid, red yarn hair. What was its name? It had been a while since Maddock had been around children, so it took him a minute to realize that it was a giant Raggedy Andy doll, complete with a little bow-tie and blue pants.
He tried to remember if that doll had any significance to any of the cases he had tried as a DA. He had locked up several basket cases, but he couldn't think of any specific incidents. He contemplated it for a moment, and then carefully leaned toward his desk to pick up the phone and call security.
"Sir?" the doll asked, in a voice eerily similar to his.
Maddock stopped with the phone comically held in mid air next to his face. Nooooooo, he thought. It couldn't be. "KIFT?!" he asked.
"Yes, sir. And I respectfully request that you punish them."
"God dammit!" Maddock thundered and slammed down the phone. Who in the hell?! No. Scratch that, he amended. He knew exactly who was responsible for putting his state-of-the-art AI into a doll, and he was not amused! Not in the slightest. It was bad enough that they had displaced his brainchild and effectively stolen his Knight 4000 vehicle, but he was not going to tolerate this mockery! Not at all! He hauled the doll out of his desk chair and stormed out of his office.
* * *
"You have approximately two minutes and thirty-nine seconds before Maddock arrives," Kitt said as Michael plucked an eight-by-ten image from Kitt's printer. He smiled at the close-up of Maddock leaving his office with a Raggedy Andy doll clutched tightly against the side of his chest.
"He doesn't look very happy, does he, pal?" Michael asked with feigning innocence as he added the last picture to a pile of similar shots.
"Well, I have to say that I hope this knocks that arrogant AI down a peg or two."
"Yeah, I can't think of a pair more in need of a good, old-fashioned practical joke."
"Be that as it may, you may not want to be here when he arrives," Kitt warned.
"Good point. See you soon, buddy."
"I look forward to it. Goodbye, Michael."
Michael pushed open the door, grabbed his stack of pictures and left the car. He paused and turned back, knowing that his former partner would be taking the brunt of Maddock's anger.
"Let me know if he gives you any trouble. I'm sure Commissioner Daniels would love to see his softer side," Michael said, snapping the stack of pictures against his palm, and leaving the garage, grinning from ear to ear.