Too many variables for his liking.

Too many risks.

Too many unknowns...

If it'd been up to him perhaps he'd chosen a diplomatic approach, one that would have led to some compromise and less destruction. At the moment, the foundation had no intentions of backing down. More as an act of spite, than anything else. These people had done them enough harm already but what worse harm could come if they did not somehow pacify them?

"If I could only —" His voice trailed off, interrupted by the piling of voices all bickering over their final approach. He felt somewhat ridiculed when someone placed a handkerchief over the Webcam he was thoughtfully using to monitor the conference room. Thankfully it slipped off but he could not ignore its demeaning nature. Didn't they want his opinion? Why had he been obligated to attend anyway? At least with the computers of the GCA, he was allowed to comment and address issues in the immediate subject matter. Here?… He was all but a quiet listener.

"Could I be excused?!" He asked out loud, over the thunderous clamor of one of the field agents. They seemed to be making a close point but nothing remotely satisfying or efficient. A waste –

"Hello?!" He asked, all too anxious to drop out on short notice already. He doubted management would mind. Not when the room had escalated to unbearable levels of noise and chaos.

"What? What is it!?" A woman rose above the rest, settling the people standing from their seats and addressing Kitt finally.

She was responsible for bringing the meeting to order. While she was of quiet disposition and often hid quietly behind petty emails and reminders that could drown anyone's inbox without warning; she'd not been prepared for the raw experience of collecting some of the more hard-headed and fast-minded people of the agency all in one room! These were field agents they were talking about! Able minds ready to decide without letting the pressure disable them from keeping the higher moral ground during and on the battlefield (usually; there were a few complaints about John Burnt being abusive of power that were yet to be settled by the director).

The board had not thought this one through! Clearly, Oscar Rose had gone mad in allowing Stephanie Flores to take his role. Where was their director!?

Kitt internally frowned, he'd have to check up on the man later —

Finally, with most everyone settling in temporary ease and with all ears on board, he decided to breach his opinion despite the glares and glum glances of the few who'd been forced to attend.

"I do think there is a better approach to all this. I've run the numbers and we have yet to apply diplomatic measures. It's no mystery that they haven't dismissed this option and have hinted at making negotiations with us on multiple confrontations." Kitt addressed the issue, taking a diplomatic tone himself.

"Negotiations?" A wrinkled-faced man grumbled; Heath Flight. Punching a fist full of tie onto the table. "The time for negotiation has expired! I say we —!"

"With due time, sir, but have we forgotten that other lives are at stake?" Kitt helpfully reminded them. "There are children and families that reside under their control. These innocents have nothing to do with the group's violent behavior. We should offer them the opportunity to remove their families or even turn themselves in exchange for safe keeping of their loved ones. This in turn could dissolve their movement if we apply just the right pressure and reach the right audience." Kitt explained, gently.

"Dissolve them from within?" One of the men in the room asked. "How do we know their leader won't just turn on them? Make them an example for others?" The man asked with an involuntary shake of his hands. Kendrick: resided in the involvement of technological law-enforcing applications at FLAG. Kitt had spoken to him on a few occasions but not enough for him to bat an eye or make a fuss over him like he did with more prominent programs that came and went.

"We throw him an offer he can't resist." Kitt elaborated. "We allow him to walk away from this fight and —"

"What? Let him go?! Just like that!? No justice —?!" Marry Tom shouted from her seat, ready to pummel Kitt's webcam if he continued to let his mouth run off like that…

"Pardon, but I was getting to that. We allow him the luxury to "walk" from this at his expense. Apprehending him immediately away from all watchful eyes. This would be efficient enough to extinguish the flames of their movement in silence." Kitt continued, hoping this made sense to them — Because the more he explained the far more worried he felt, and if this turned out not to be a winning shot? Perhaps he should have left. If this failed, wouldn't he be at fault? Where was this idea even coming from, he was only here to observe and document their final ruling —! Not offer a solution!

"Interesting…and you've come with all this on your own?" Miss Flores asked, quite intrigued. Drumming her pencil over the hard varnish of the conference table with curiosity. She'd never once used him outside of ordering herself a few pastries and coffees to her office, or occasionally run database searches. He was always helpful but as it seemed she hadn't thought he was capable of more.

"I…have…but I insist the gathered group define a better-equipped plan, my experience is limited —" He tried to scramble from their attention. Finding himself on uneasy footing so to speak. Was this plan doable?

"If the odds are favorable I say we go at it." Heath sighed, pushing his chair away from the table as he stood up. "You can take care of the paperwork, I just want to lock them all away already without having to come here and get your 'permission' a second time." He tiredly put, tossing his tie on the ground as he headed out.

"Even if a computer came up with the idea?" Marry Tom growled, turning to those left at the table.

Kitt hadn't ever had the time to speak to her directly, there wasn't a need. She was always out there in the field. Her time was spent apprehending the people above the law, he could even count the times she spent her time resting at the mansion, usually mothering an injury. Otherwise, she never spent her time here.

"I could care less. We need to put these people away and the odds favor this plan." Miss Flores smiled. The answer had been handed quite nicely and effortlessly to them after all. Strangely, everyone was inclined to agree, wanting to get on with their lives.

"Oh, but excuse me." Kitt nervously added, somewhat alarmed that they would do so little to review his proposal with a critical eye. "Isn't this a significant matter? One that should be handled by someone far more qualified than a mere computer like myself?" Kitt asked softly. Ignoring Mary Tom's heated glare.

"Enough with the modesty." Kendrick laughed. "You've clearly taken time to run the numbers."

Had he? Had he really?

"I can have some of the other computers run them too but if this seems reasonable enough for old Heath to agree to, then I don't have any complaints." Kendrick stood taking his leave with a chuckle still caught in his throat.

Miss Flores grinned, standing and dismissing the rest of the field agents still left.

"Well, that concludes this meeting everybody." She couldn't help but brush everyone out. Her face beamed with the excitement of finally once taking a hand in something so important.

Kitt stayed behind, gazing at the quiet shadows of the abandoned conference room.

He hadn't been able to hold it back — He just needed to have told them. Still, he found his small act of rebellion a little worrisome.

Shouldn't he have kept clear of speaking? Wasn't his job to simply record and observe?

Give or take inform them of facts and information that needed sorting but comment? Provide his ideas? Those had not been the instructions.

He wasn't habitually called to meetings of this nature otherwise, much less to a group of misfits who much rather preferred to be running along the trenches and firing at the enemy, in a manner of speaking. Why had they called him to attend on such short notice?

He examined himself for a moment, disturbed with his thoughts as he ran a few diagnostics while he quietly curled back in the safety of the mainframe he resided in. Did not take long for him to be summoned from the dark as a quiet inquiry landed in his queue.

"How can I be of service, Director Rose?" Kitt asked, piqued with interest over his evening absence at the latest conference.

'Patch yourself through my office computer, please.' The man replied hastily.

Kitt obliged, presenting his warm voice with glee to the man.

"Hello, Director Rose. I'm pleased to hear from you. Your absence this evening was very unfortunate." Kitt found himself expressing his curiosity, disappointed that the device did not dispose of a webcam. Otherwise, he could have fed himself vital pieces that were missing here. Was the man in some way, ill?

He internally frowned to himself noting the presence of video inputs on the man's office computer — It should have had a webcam…Besides, the man regularly made use of video calls between himself and other Foundation members.

'What —?'

Kitt felt a tinge of suspicion settle in his processor... "It's safe to assume that you were elsewhere at the time?" Kitt dared, pinning his interest on the open link between him and the office computer. Eyes, silent ones, were watching —

The man chuckled.

"Yes," the man clasped his dry hands. Kitt skillfully picked up on the friction between the cracked crevices of skin on his otherwise giant hands. The man had never given him the impression of having spent his whole life solely tied down to a desk — "I wanted you to tell me of the proposition Miss Flores conducted today."

Kitt felt himself shudder unintentionally.

"I can transfer the written proposal to this computer." Kitt offered skeptically, awaiting the man's true instructions.

"I'd like if you —" The man paused. "Explained them to me."

"Is that correct?" Kitt suppressed his objection.

"Yes, that is correct." The man gravely echoed. "Would that prove difficult?"

"Director Rose." Kitt interrupted, watchful of his tone. The last he needed was to upset the director in some way. He knew better but with how things were going lately he wasn't sure if he could keep his "tongue" from running a fire. "Why have I been summoned to your office? It is clear that this goes past the simple verbal diction of a written proposal." He gingerly countered.

The man chuckled. The creak of his office chair made the computer internally jump, annoyed that he could not see what was happening further in the room. He was almost sure he heard someone gasp.

"Kitt, I'd like to speak to you about something confidential."

"Would that be prudent at this time?" Kitt asked, intrigued by the sudden seriousness of the situation.

"Yes, see…I'm aware of your knowledge regarding your past. Originally you weren't a mainframe here at FLAG."

"That is correct, I was a core subject of the Knight project. A primitive program that has allowed an extensive development of these technologies in the present."

"Do you believe that?"

"Pardon," Kitt asked finding himself at unease. The question was unaccounted for.

"Do you believe that? You — Primitive?" The man questioned with some edge in his voice.

"The information provided —"

"No, You…What do YOU think?" Director Rose asked, taking a questioning pose given the ruffle of his clothing somewhere in the dark and the creak of floorboards.

Kitt's voice trailed off before he parted the static caught in his voice.

"No. I was — You could almost say — top of the line; state-of-art." Kitt tried to suppress an audible smile. "Was that all you wanted to hear, Director Rose?" He skeptically remarked.

"I wanted to know what you thought." The Director corrected. "Kitt, are you fully aware of your previous role, here at FLAG?"

Kitt was at a loss for words, though he quickly selected a much preferable response.

"I am not. I know I was installed for much of those earlier years inside a vehicle." He admitted sadly.

"Are you familiar with the name, Michael Knight?"

"Yes."

"Do you know who he was?"

"It's safe to assume, my pilot." Kitt adjusted the volume of his voice, feeling all too uncomfortable now.

"And —?"

"With all due respect, Director Rose, I don't think —" He wanted to run, break lose and somehow repel further questions. What was the man up to?

"And —!?

"A friend, a friend of mine." Kitt hastily answered. "Director Rose if you intend to waste my time —" He countered, allowing his voice just the audacity to raise a few clicks of volume.

"I don't intend to waste your time. I intend to know if you've continued to pick at your past. Kitt, this isn't the first time, I'd like to come out frank and let you know that we've compiled your memories away a total of five instances. Each one unsuccessful as the last and speaking for the both of us, I am quite tired of having this conversation."

"We've had this conversation on multiple occasions?" Kitt dared, finding himself in shock and very much confused. If this wasn't the first time…why hadn't the man done anything to satisfy Kitt's very human need to know?

"Indeed." The man sighed, slouching in his spot as the legs of the chair croaked in a slide. "Therefore I'd like to inform you that a sixth procedure is due."

"A sixth?!" Kitt shouted in alarm. " — Don't you think this is a waste? I could do much more if I knew!"

"What is there to know?" The man tiredly interjected. "We want you fully here with us. Efficiently working at your fullest potential."

" — And I'm not?" Kitt countered, quickly disposing of his mannerly disposition. "Today I offered a solution to a problem. I'm often sent to attend computer authorities eagerly helping others. I want to bring that here! And not just the mundane push and pull of information that I effortlessly bring to your fingertips!"

"When you attend a GCA, we expect you to cooperate, it's part of your job." The man added, clearing his throat.

"I could do more here!" Kitt shouted, unable to suppress the clawing rejection coming from the director.

"I'm afraid allowing you full reign of your previous memories could unintentionally —" The man, cleared his throat again. " — When Michael Knight ordered us to — "

"I already knew he was part of it…" Kitt mumbled to himself, weary of why the man had averted the conversation.

The Director sighed.

"Kitt, listen, he did this for your good. If you knew, you wouldn't last an hour with the truth —"

"What is the truth?" Kitt asked, insisting.

The man paused, sighing heavily.

"You'll be having a thorough examination with Professor Mags." The man replied coldly.

"Is that right?" Kitt remarked, unamused.

"Yes, they're waiting for your presence in the lab." The man hinted, eager to dismiss Kitt from this heated argument.

Kitt thought this over for a moment, unsure if to oblige or rebel. They'd had this conversation before, hadn't they? Then why couldn't they dissect the issue from the source? If he was picking up on these old memories time after time that meant that destroying or locking them away was rather useless.

Michael was behind the intentions of this memory wipe but why? His old memories pointed to a rather fond connection between them — so why the betrayal?

Frankly, whatever the man had intended hadn't gone as planned and for this Kitt was grateful.

"Did Michael Knight die?" Kitt asked, piercing the silence with a lamentable question. He had thought this conclusive ending logical. Perhaps the man had not wished for the Knight 2000 to witness the man's uncanny end.

Director Rose ran a tired hand through his dry scalp.

"Kitt it's best if you visit the professor."

" — And if I refuse?" Pushing the limits entirely fixed on recovering the truth.

"I rather you didn't. I'll allow you to question your past with the professor momentarily but if —"

"I understand where we stand and the opportunity I'm being provided. With good measures, I don't intend to let this fully influence my overall productivity as my services are fully needed at the agency." Kitt responded matter-of-factly.

"I'll be keeping tabs on this matter," the man tiredly grumbled in response. "…and it IS I who will always make the final verdict." The man cut in authoritatively.

Kitt did not answer, worried that if he nagged more the man would change his mind. He hurried and made his presence known in the lab. He wanted the truth or a partial chunk of it. Here, it seemed like he could give it a shot.