Chapter 17
Sweat dripped down Michaela's face from her exertions.
Twisting around, she aimed another high kick at the punching bag. She grunted in satisfaction as the bag swung back from the force of her kick.
Turning at the sound of the door opening, she grabbed a towel off a nearby chair and began wiping the sweat from her face and neck.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up when the unfamiliar man walked in.
"You're not supposed to be in this section of the mansion," she said, wary, but
giving him the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh, I'm right where I'm supposed to be," he said, as he dropped into a fighting stance.
"Shit!" Michaela muttered under her breath. Then, louder, "Casey, go check on Tilly, then get over here. We've got intruders!" Dropping into ready position herself, she snarled, "Bring it on!"
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"Go to Michaela, I'll check on Tilly," K.I.T.T. told K.A.I.S.Y.
The black Corvette was sitting outside the mansion in the circular drive. Wishing to stay out of the way, he had not taken his avatar form into the mansion. Now he was in the perfect position to get into the library, as it was at the front of the house, on the ground floor.
He had already run a scan, and discovered Tilly was being attacked.
Ignoring the looks of surprise from the security men standing around the limos, Kitt materialized out of the passenger side door of the Corvette and ran to the library windows.
He launched himself at the nearest one. It exploded inward, sending a deadly rain of broken glass over the deserted floor where Kitt landed in a ball.
Straightening up, he took advantage of the attacker's momentary surprise. He grabbed the man by both hands and held him fast.
Gazing down at Tilly, he took in her vitals.
The man had delivered a sound beating to her. She probably had a concussion, and definitely had a few cracked ribs, but she wasn't in any immediate danger.
Carlee burst through the locked library door just then. She held her service Glock in a two hand grip in front of her.
Holstering the weapon, she instead pulled out a pair of handcuffs and tossed them to Kitt.
The man's eyes widened as he watched a third arm sprout from Kitt's shoulder to catch the cuffs.
Once Kitt had cuffed the man, he turned him over to Carlee, who marched him out of the room.
Kitt scooped up Tilly and rushed her to the infirmary, where Jason was already waiting.