And So It Begins (Pt3): Sarah

Location: L.A., CA

Wil discussed several things with KARR on the way to Knight Industries. He had also asked if he had contacted KI2T and KI3T, to relay Bonnie's cryptic message.

"I have. Both are as confused as I was," KARR informed him. "I explained to them as you did to me. Neither has any idea of what Bonnie meant."

"Hmm. I wonder if Devon can help us out. Maybe she said something to him. What's are ETA to Knight Industries?" Wil asked.

"In current traffic, forty-eight minutes and nineteen seconds," the vehicle replied. "May I offer an alternative?"

Wil sighed, knowing what the car had in mind. "What are you going to suggest?"

"Just a slight detour," he paused, "And bypassing a lot of traffic. Nothing more than that," KARR replied slyly.

Wil laughed. "Okay, take over," Wil told him, taking his hands off the steering wheel and his foot off the gas pedal. KARR took control. He manipulated the traffic lights in his favor down Aviation Blvd to Rosecrans Drive. He made a left turn, then an immediate right and came to a complete stop.

Wil was confused. KARR had not done what he had thought he would. "What are you doing?"

"I am gauging the difference in height of the terrain. With that data, I shall calculate the trajectory of my turbo boost, up and onto the railroad tracks. From there we'll follow them down to the Pier B Street crossing where I will be able to take the on ramp to 710N. And then, Knight Industries is right there." Devon had built the new building on a strip of land in between the Los Angeles River and Seaside Freeway, aka 710, and just above West Anaheim Street.

"And how long will that take?" Wil asked.

"Twelve minutes, eight seconds. Hold on," his vehicle informed him. Revving his engine to maximum, his tires bit in to the pavement. PWHOOOOOOOOOSH! KARR was airborne, within seconds he was landing on the railroad tracks. Twelve minutes later they were pulling into the front of Knight Industries. KARR always refused to park in the underground parking area. 'It is beneath me to park there. Besides, what if you need me quickly?' he had asked. Wil exited his car and headed into the lobby.

"Mr. Knight?"

"Good morning Max. How are you?" he said to the Chief of Security.

"Not well sir. We have a problem. Mr. Miles is missing."

Location: Boston, MA

Sarah had to only wait thirty minutes at the Rochester Airport. That was so the jet could refuel. The flight was quiet and uneventful. It was only an hour trip, and before she knew it the wheels were hitting the tarmac. The jet taxied to the private hangar. The co-pilot opened the door and lowered the steps.

"Welcome to Boston, Ms. Graiman. We'll be here waiting for you until you depart on Wednesday morning. Enjoy your stay," he told her with a smile.

"Thanks," she smiled back. Exiting the jet, she followed the co-pilot down and waited for him to retrieve her luggage. He put it into the back of a golf cart and drove her over to the main terminal. There she picked up her luggage and made her to the front of the building. She paused outside the terminal, looking for anyone one holding a sign with her name. Looking to her right, then her left. She spotted her name being held up all the way down to the left. Making her way to the man, she smiled and set her luggage down.

"Hi! I'm Sarah, the person you're looking for," she told him. He lowered the sign and picked up her luggage. He opened the trunk and put everything into it. Then he moved to the side and opened the back door. Sarah smiled as she moved into the back seat. He shut the door and went around to the driver's side. Getting in, he started the car and pulled out into traffic.

"What way are you taking?" she asked.

"I'll be taking I-90 to I-93N. From there we'll shoot over to 3 and weave our way over to MIT," he paused. "By the way, you may call me Dan."

"Thanks, Dan," she said. "Do you know the city well?"

"Not really. I just moved here a month ago. But I'm learning quickly." As they got under way he spoke very little, so she sat back and enjoyed the view of the city. She noticed within twenty minutes, that they were heading north.

"Are we lost or did you miss the exit we needed?"

"I missed the exit. I couldn't get over in time. We'll have to get off at the next exit and backtrack. Just relax, I'll get you there," he told her.

"Well, if you need help, I studied the route we should have taken-"

"I don't need your help!" he snapped at her. "Just shut up and let me drive!"

"I think you should let me out, right now," Sarah said hotly.

He scowled at her. "Sweetheart, I'll do no such thing. You may as well sit back and stay quiet. You do that, and everything will be just fine." He noticed Sarah looking at the doors. "You'll notice that there are no handles. There isn't even a way for you to get in the front." She saw no hole or openings of any kind in the plastic between them. Frustrated, she kicked at the partition. "You asked for it." Reaching under the dash, he pushed a button releasing a sleeping gas into the rear compartment. He watched as Sarah passed out.

The driver picked up a cell phone from the passenger seat and hit a button that dialed a number automatically.

"Picked up pawn number four. She's out," was all he said. He hung up the phone and waited for the text message to come through, telling him where to take his prisoner. The phone vibrated. He flipped it open and read the message. Smiling, he pushed down on the accelerator and made his way up I-93 North.