Garthe was wheeling his chair around the track in the early morning rays of light. Feeling the cool breeze against his cheeks. He looked over his shoulder toward Goliath who was slowly crawling along following the man around. He smiled briefly, feeling proud that Goliath was doing better at navigating the area on his own now. It had always been difficult for Goliath to predict Garth's motions along the track…though Garthe didn't fear getting stepped on by his timid giant he was aware that "other people" would. Ever since the introduction of the Knight 2000 inside the system it seemed that Goliath's response times had improved. The giant was more "awake" and alert than before…The scientist had predicted such a response would occur given Goliath would now have a larger pool of wisdom to pull from.
The man cleared his throat, wondering why the giant was so quiet today — figuring it had to do something with the Knight 2000. He let the giant truck continue in silence following him around the track, understanding it would take time for the adjustment to become routine.
Goliath quietly maneuvered around the track, slowing down at the turns where Garthe had trouble guiding his chair. It was a lovely morning to say the least — Nevertheless — the man had a bad feeling about this morning…given Margo had left the site in a hurry the day before to meet a fellow in the city that'd been helping their cause. She'd been less than receptive as of late…further feeding his suspicion. The woman was a mystery, more so when she was upset over something.
She was up to something, he was aware and while he did greatly care about knowing…he'd know soon and there was no need to rush the answer…Unlike her to keep things hidden for too long before she desired to gloat about her successes. Garthe no longer wanted to take part in relishing over mere accomplishments. He'd have to wait for her arrival — 'unless…' He thought to himself.
"Goliath, is Margo on site?" He asked, lowering his voice, raising a brow while looking over his shoulder at the peaceful giant.
The looming Giant continued following his master, whirring his inner components that allowed him to sweep the vicinity for any changes, the mobile screen in Garthe's pouch vibrating lightly letting the man know that the machine had an answer.
'She arrived last night in a flatbed.' Goliath replied helpfully.
Garthe gritted his teeth. He'd told her — but she never listened.
"Thank you Goliath, — I have an important matter to discuss with her."
Goliath's frame shuddered a little, but Garthe was aware the gentle giant wasn't too fond of having the woman accompany them on their habitual walks.
"No worries," Garthe reassured. "It is between me and her – now go, continue taking your morning run. I should not see you in your bay until you've completed the prescribed amount of miles." Garthe sternly spoke, aware that the AI needed to grow greatly accustomed with his chassis very soon.
'Of course,' Goliath replied.
Garthe nodded, before speeding away the best he could on his wheelchair. Grumbling when his chair shuddered hard between the transition of grass to black top toward the main building. He was sure to pass the warehouses first and repair garages…then he saw —
He shouted in utter anger and called over the staff examing the dissected Trans-Am before him.
"What is this!?" He demanded, throwing his arms in the air at the fallen beast before him.
"Miss Margo had it brought in last night" An employee responded in a green jacket.
"Where is she?"
"Her office I'd assume…" The employee stuttered aware that something was amiss.
Garthe shook his head, quick to command the staff members crowding the wreck like buzzards to bug off.
"Don't touch anything! Where is the driver? Tell him to return this hunk of junk promptly! I don't want it!" He ordered, shivering a little in place as his mind put together the pieces — it was clear it'd been Karr. So Margo had decided to destroy it? She'd gone forth with a much more desperate plan then? She hadn't mentioned exactly how'd she'd gone about recovering the fleeing Knight 2000 but he was very much baffled that she'd gone ahead with such a risky approach that he was almost sure could have cost them the Knight 2000. He was very displeased with her and not to mention gravely frustrated that she'd not followed his orders…
"What is it now?"
He pivoted his chair, giving the woman a disapproving look the minute they locked gazes.
"How did you recover the Knight 2000?" He asked mentally preparing his acusations, watching her face go still.
"It's none of your business to be —"
"It is MY business! You've basically brought FLAG to us! They are outraged right now with Kitt's disappearance and supposed destruction by the federal government that they wouldn't hesitate to destroy us! Now we will feel their wrath! They are like the mother bear wandering the fields, beating down on every stranger just to take what is hers! Fool of you to think they wouldn't bare down on you! I told you to stay away from them once we had what we wanted." He groaned, grasping his arm rest tightly trying to stand himself straight. His knuckles turned white from the pressure making Margo wince if only momentarily. "Now tell me what else you've done to simply toss us to our doom!"
The woman crossed her hands, staring down at the man.
"I hardly believe they are so worthy of such a classified title. They won't come looking for us. I've arranged everything. Karr's chassis is in "possession" of the government, and Miles should be out of action for some time which will hinder FLAG's progress. I plan to return it once Goliath is finished and has completed his maiden voyage, there is nothing to worry about until then.``
"You what!?"
" — Devon is simply out of action for some time, he…"
"For crying out loud! Woman! What did you do!?"
She jumped a little in place, sending him a glare meant to melt his courage but he ceased to see the point of showing off the deep crease on her face.
"I shot him with a tranquilizer specilized in delivering potent medicaitons directly to the bloodstream." she smirked. "With him in the hospital along with Knight we can carry forth with no interruptions thanks to yours truly. "
Garthe lowered his head to his hands. Margo was crazy! Shoot Devon Miles?! Didn't it make common sense that something of that nature simply would not go unpunished by FLAG?
"Beat it!" He suddenly shouted, watching her face slowly contort as she tried to stay stoic.
"You wouldn't dare – without me…!"
"Without you I wouldn't be in this mess…you've put Goliath's voyage at risk…" The man lowered his voice. Hoping the truck was still driving around the track faithfully rather than listening in to this depressing conversation. "I can fare better without you in the company…It isn't up to you if it survives or not — we can do so without you." He bluntly replied. "The Roving Robot WILL be returned…and when you've done that…I expect you not to return…You're throwing away this chance of mine…" Garthe turned his wheelchair promptly, wheeling it away quickly trying to leave the woman's presence…her anger pent up inside…it wasn't doing her any good…She was marching down that worn path again…
Margo stared blankly as he wheeled promptly back toward the track. The man spilling mutterings about her alleged failure.
She curled her fists…stepping away, choosing not to pursue the argument. The man was useless anyway — It seemed he'd finally coward down to FLAG…he'd lost his edge…it was no matter to her however, their alliance was unnecessary anyways when she could beat a dozen armies on her own….Taking a step at a time with frustrating breaths…her heels clicking against the smooth grey of the concrete she headed for her "once was" office.
Digging through her desk, watching several employees glance her way in a daze…wondering how the woman was taking the removal of her high positioned rank…she only grinned, her smile blooming eventually having found a little something she'd kept just in case…Closing the door to her office and tossing a few things into a empty box, she dialed the number —
"Hello, yes? Susan Annex speaking…about the project — I have a much better offer than Mr. Sukairain's current project you've been eagerly negotiating and I think you'll be interested — When can we meet?"
She grinned, a twinkle of her eyes shining off the back wall mirror —