"I just wish he wasn't so sure of everything all of the time."

The training track was bathed in early morning light, filled with the early sounds of technicians getting a start on the day and Karr dutifully listened to his brother go on in what could only be described as bitching about his driver. Kitt was still nervous. It was obvious. He was redirecting that irritation towards Michael though. The outcome was actually a little amusing.

Kitt was as powerful as any of them had ever seen him. The new body suited him very well and the high gloss of the MBS reflected the sun back in an unearthly orange glow. He was ready for action. However, at the moment he was going through what Karr swore he could only describe as some kind of couple's squabble.

Michael kept assuring Kitt that he could do this. He could get through it.

Kitt was getting a little tired of hearing that.

So tired of hearing it that at the first moment he could, he took off out of the lab and went down to the track, trying to ease his nerves by getting a look at the course they were setting up. Karr followed to keep the Trans-Am company.

This had resulted in Karr weaving his way around a couple discarded cones though he was still listening as he rolled a few figure eights around them. At a grand total of about five miles an hour. He missed speed…

"He means well." Karr pointed out as he pulled the slowest 180 in history to change directions on the figure eight. "He is afraid of what will happen if things are no longer the same."

"Of course things are not the same," Kitt pointed out.

"Things rarely are. However, Michael Knight does not strike me as a man who likes change." Karr mused. "Your life is chaotic but it is a constant chaos and one of predictability. It is predictable that it will be chaotic. This introduces another type of chaos and they do not like it."

"Like what?" Kitt asked curiously.

"The chaos of consequences." Karr pointed out. "Consequences are something that neither you nor your driver think about often.

"Oh how do you know that?" Kitt griped at his brother.

"My history with humans is limited but I do watch and I do listen and I learn," Karr pointed out patiently. "I also observe. What I observed was a Trans-Am going into a turbo boost and rocketing towards another Trans-Am. Admittedly, I was equally guilty in that but you still didn't think much of the consequences."

"That's different," Kitt snapped back.

"Is it so different?" Karr asked, earning a moment of silence as Kitt's scanner whipped back and forth in irritation. "My fatal flaw was my programming of Self Preservation but, both you and your driver seem to entirely lack that programming. It would not hurt for you to exercise at least a small amount of it."

"Alright… That may be but he won't listen! It's as if it is in no way possible for him to be wrong, sometimes he can be so- Karr what are you doing?" Kitt asked after a moment, the AI pausing in his ranting as he watched the Rover guiding himself around the cones.

"I never had the opportunity to drive on the test track. It looked like fun." Karr admitted, causing Kitt to pause.

"I'm sorry," Kitt said softly, causing Karr to turn his focus back to his brother.

"For what?"

"Everything," Kitt admitted, a deep rush of air let out through his vents in the form of a tired sigh. "I've been complaining to you all morning, but this has to be difficult on you as well."

"For a time, yes." Karr mused softly. "However, there are more important things to consider. As long as Vorman stays away from me today, I am content."

"What happened between you two anyway?" Kitt asked as he cranked his engine again, pulling over closer to the bleachers where scientists were beginning to gather.

"I can not say exactly," Karr admitted. "When I was still in production and soon after I was installed in the vehicle I was introduced to works of fiction so that I better understood the culture I was to go into."

"Fiction?" Kitt asked, sounding a bit intrigued by that. "So movies and television?"

"No, not exactly. Wilton was very against allowing an AI to watch television or even listen to the radio. He said it rotted away the circuits he worked hard to create. He called it an idiot box," Karr mused. "However, he did appreciate books. He downloaded many into my CPU and allowed me to choose which ones I preferred. Vorman did not approve of the choice or my choices in reading material. He felt it crossed some invisible line. I was never told exactly what I did back then, however… Looking back I do believe that Vorman did plant the seed of doubt."

"Wilton was a bit of a stickler for that when I was being created as well. Once my basic systems were finished though, Bonnie was mostly responsible for my programming. She and Devon were the ones to finish my processors." Kitt mused softly. "Wilton was already sick by then."

The pair fell quiet as more scientists approached, all of them taking their places in the bleachers. There seemed to be more of them this time. Including, to the dismay of Karr, Vorman.

Karr rolled around Kitt until he could put the Trans-Am between himself and the scientist, parking there by Kitt's front wheel and pulling pincher arms in close and letting the camera drop down against his boxy frame.

"Karr don't hide from that man," Kitt chided gently though Karr didn't unfold himself.

"I'm not hiding. I'm avoiding," Karr corrected, causing Kitt to give a soft chuckle.

"Same difference," Kitt pointed out. "You are safe here and this is your home. Not his. You have more of a right to be here than he does. Do not let him forget that."

"Alright, let's get this show on the road!" Michael's voice rose up as he and Bonnie approached the track on one of the security golf carts, halting anything else Karr might have added.

There was a brief hustle of activity as Karr pulled away from Kitt, following Bonnie as she took a seat at the bleachers. She sat on the ground level bench so that her feet were on the ground and Karr quickly took a place just infront of her. She smiled fondly though the nerves were obvious as she leaned forward, folding her arms and resting them on Karr.

"How's he doin'?" She asked softly.

"As well as can be expected," Karr responded,his camera trained on Kitt as Michael dropped into the driver's seat and took off with a spinning screech of tires. It looked as if there would be no formal presentation. They were getting right to work. That was good. It allowed Kitt to be more in his element.

Michael quickly drove out onto the track, pulling a 180 to get them set up to start maneuvering around cones.

It was a vast improvement from his first test run. Within a few moments they could see the difference. Kitt expertly wove around the cones in a way that was partly Kitt driving and partly Michael. Human scientists would never pick that up, but Karr could see where Kitt's driving style stopped and Michael's began.

It was good though. That was how they operated and it was normal. It was known.

They worked together flawlessly and just having Michael back behind the wheel seemed to be giving Kitt the confidence he lacked in the first test run.

Kitt picked up speed around the turns and Bonnie gave a relieved sigh. "He looks good!" Bonnie said happily.

"He does look good, yes?" Vorman mused and Karr turned his camera to the man.

Oh sure, but when Kitt needed a little help, the bastard was ready to scrap him.

Bonnie gave Karr's frame a pat, drawing his attention back to Kitt.

Kitt was picking up a bit more speed, tires screeching around the turns as he wove around. He could see the turns becoming a little more sharp and Kitt's scanner racing a little faster. Kitt was becoming nervous. Still the turns were flawless and as Kitt popped up into ski mode, he kept a perfectly straight line that screamed of confidence in his driver.

"Come on, come on, come on…." Bonnie whispered softly, hands tapping lightly at Karr's frame until the AI reached up, blindly reaching up to where he calculated her to be with one pincher like hand.

She took the hint and stopped tapping, instead wrapping both of her hands around that pincher hand, holding it tightly in her own.

Kitt swept through a space that would require him to Turbo Boost, the vehicle going through it with ease. He cleared the wall they set up with no issue, then turned towards another wall.

"They will have him Turbo Boost again?" Karr asked curiously. They knew he could do it, why keep at it?

"No, we need to test the shell. He needs to go through it." Bonnie replied.

Karr gave a brief jolt of surprise and scanned the wall. It was nearly fourteen inches of reinforced cement though while it would stop a normal car in its tracks, Kitt could make it. He had gone through walls twice that….

He expected Kitt would comply. No matter his nerves or fears, he was obedient to a fault at times.

What he never would have expected was for Kitt to abruptly lock all four wheels and shy away from the obstacle like a young colt refusing a jump. Tires squealed as he slid, briefly fish tailing and using turbo boost to thrust himself against the laws of physics to somewhat throw himself to the side.

"Damn it…" Bonnie muttered softly under her breath and got to her feet as Kitt slid into the more flat portion of the track, skidding through a few road cones before he came to a stop.

She half hopped over Karr as the other scientists stood up and took off across the track at a jog. Karr cursed to himself and took off after her, at the much slower pace of his treds.

Kitt sat still in the middle of the track, his scanner sweeping back and forth in a fast and irregular pattern that suggested fear. One wouldn't think that from listening though. Karr's sharp audios could already hear the argument that was occurring with Michael.

Granted, not so much as an argument but more sharp tones born of strained nerves and fear.

"What happened?" Bonnie called out as they approached and Michael opened the driver's side door, stepping out of the vehicle with a look that Karr couldn't entirely define. Whatever it was, it brought Bonnie up short..

"Technical difficulties," Michael muttered softly.

"I'm sorry, Michael…" Kitt tried and Michael's expression relaxed. Whatever it had been, the operative gave out a sigh and nodded.

"It's alright Pal. We'll work through it."

"Dr. Barstow, I do hate to point out the obvious," Vorman commented from a few feet away.

"Since when?" Karr grumbled to himself.

"This is just a minor setback. There is obviously improvement between the two tests and you can see that." Bonnie pointed out.

"If it were a technical issue I would agree but we both know that the Knight Two Thousand was perfectly capable of the test that was set before him." Vorman pointed out. "My recommendations still stand, he can not be trusted in the field."

"Ya know, nobody asked you Vorman," Michael snapped.

"My opinion is well respected by your board of directors," Vorman pointed out. "They asked me."

Anything else Vorman or anyone else would have said was abruptly cut off, a sharp yell coming from down the track. Karr raised his camera trying to get a better look, concern rising up at the sight of a stranger being brought across the track via a security driven golf cart.

"Michael! We got him!" She yelled, despite the fact that they rolled up only a few feet away.

Her flailing hands and high energy had him a little uneasy and backing up until he was behind Bonnie.

"Got who?" Bonnie asked, confusion crossing her expression though Michael at least seemed to know what the hell this strange woman was talking about.

"Alright! Show me, tell me, whatever!" Michael blurted out and the woman was already pulling an envelope out of a messenger bag at her side, several photos pulled out and held up for Michael to see.

Michael flipped through the pictures for a moment, his expression breaking into a grin. "That's him! That's Mike Zoormagian"

"Who Michael?" Bonnie asked again and Micahel held up the photo to show two people in a somewhat grainy image.

"Also known as, "The Torch." The most wanted arsonist in the country. Meeting with Byrock today!" Michael explained.

"Byrock?" Karr asked, turning his camera up to Bonnie. He still didn't have a lot of details of the actual case.

"The owner of the yards Michael and Kitt were investigating," Bonnie explained, a glance then given towards Michael. "So what does this mean?"

"He's gonna blow the yards," Michael explained. "We managed to push him to act and we'll catch him red handed at it."

The operative turned towards the young woman and grinned at her, both hands settled on her arms and pulled her in for a kiss.

Bonnie glanced down to Karr, an exaggerated gagging motion made which had the Rover giving out an amused, static filled chuckle. Michael's girl in every city exploits were fairly well known around the mansion.

"Fran you did great," Michael praised once he finally let the poor woman up for air, stepping back and towards Kitt. "I owe you dinner!" He claimed, earning a smile from the woman.

"Alright Buddy," Michael went on, his focus turned back to Kitt. "Get ready for the ride of your life!"

"Michael, you can't take him!" Bonnie protested.

"You bet your ass I can," Michael shot back.

"Michael, he might give out on you! He still needs more work and what if he gives out when you need him the most or tries to overcompensate and works too hard for you?" Bonnie pointed out. "We both want this to work more than anything, but you can't rely on him in an emergency situation and you know it! You're gonna get both of you killed out there!"

"She's right Michael, I can't do this!" Kitt insisted.

"You can!" Michael shot right back, then glanced at Bonnie. "He can!"

Michael then turned his full attention back to Vorman. "And you shut it!"

"I didn't say anything," Vorman started though quickly shut up at the glare Michael was giving him.

"Karr, explain to him what we think of that," Michael stated flatly as he dropped down into Kitt's driver's seat.

Karr turned his camera towards Vorman, half wondering what Michael meant by that. Though the operative had worded it as an order so he went with his first instinct. "No one here likes you and you should leave." Karr stated firmly.

Vorman gave an affronted look and Bonnie bit down a snort as she quickly reached down and grabbed one of Karr's pincher hands as if that was going to shut him up.

"Karr be nice," Bonnie stated simply before a disarming smile was shot at Vorman. "Sorry, he's only four you know. You just never know what a four year old is going to blurt out."

Vorman gave a snort and turned on a dime marching off towards one of the parked golf carts with a couple of the other scientists in tow.

Bonnie grinned but still glanced down at Karr with a smirk. "I know he's an ass but he's a bit of a snake too. We can't always say the first thing that comes to mind."

That said, Bonnie glanced back up towards Michael with a concerned look.

"Michael-" Kitt started but shut up quickly with a sharp look from Michael.

"Buddy, I would never lead you into something you couldn't handle. I would never purposefully hurt you and you know that. I don't care what any of those intellectual types say. You can do this. We're a team and we're going to do this. I need you to trust me on this, because this is it!" Michael insisted, pulling the driver's side door closed.

Kitt's tires spun as Michael hit the gas, the car pulling a 180 and rocketing his way off of the track towards the front gates.

Bonnie gave a hard swallow and for a moment Karr was glad he lacked the neuro net that Kitt possessed. Because the tech was doing her best to crush his pincher hand in her own.

"What was that all about?" The strange woman… Fran… Asked as she approached.

"Oh just… A bit of a difference in opinion," Bonnie explained, a deep sigh released, her shoulders slumping as she stared off in the direction Kitt and Michael had gone.

Karr trained his camera on the strange woman, a curious scan thrown over her. She was pretty by human standards he supposed. She was no sports car… He could see why Michael liked her though. Granted, according to Kitt, the man's standards were not all that high.

"Anything I can do to help?" She asked and just like that she improved Karr's opinion of her.

"Maybe…" Bonnie mused, a deep breath pulled in. "We might need backup. This is Karr, by the way." Bonnie explained, nodding down towards Karr.

"Greetings, human." Karr greeted and Fran gave him a surprised look.

"Hi…" She said with a slow, somewhat worried wave.

"He's Kitt's brother," Bonnie then explained and the relief across Fran's face was instant.

"Oh thank God… For a second I thought he was from Mars… Look, I've got my camera equipment, we can follow and get all the evidence you might need to put that creep away," she offered and Bonnie gave a thoughtful look before nodding slowly.

"That's not a bad idea…" She commented, a glance down to Karr given with a thoughtful look. "Karr, repeat to me the barrier regarding leaving the foundation property."

"The barrier states that I am unable to leave the property of Knight Industries at the address of 905 Loma Vistas Drive, Beverly Hills California, United States without the express permission of one of three people. Bonnie Barstow, Devon Miles and Michael Knight." Karr stated firmly.

"Good… I may tweak your barriers a little when we get back. But for now, I am giving you permission to follow me off of Knight Industries property." Bonnie stated firmly, glancing up towards some of the techs still milling around. "Eddie! Go bring the Semi around! And get the large equipment ties set up, I don't want Karr sliding around all over the trailer!"

"Yes Ma'am!" Eddie called back and Karr focused his camera on Bonnie in surprise.

"I will be accompanying you?"

"You will," Bonnie muttered softly, crouching down so that she was at eye level to Karr's camera when it was folded in close to his frame as it was. She spoke softly so that only Karr would hear her. "Devon might not like this, but it's not your fault. He might yell but if he yells at you, you are to tell him you were under orders and bound by your barrier programming. I'm giving you an order. You are to come with me… At this point it's better to ask forgiveness than permission and I think… I think Kitt's going to need you."

"Then I am happy to be of assistance, Dr. Barstow." Karr said softly.