In the Dead of Knight :Knight Rider Fan Fiction

Startling Discoveries and Suspicions: Marcus Sangler

"Bons?" Michael called out over the phone in desperation. But to his dismay the only answer he received came from another roar of static, this sound too was fading fast.

The annoying roar suddenly vanished into a complete silence. The line was dead and not able to be revived.

Michael shot out of bed and dressed as quickly as he could. By the time he was throwing on his jacket, Kitt was waiting outside the front door. His red scanner peeling from side to side anxiously and he remarked, "Michael, do you think everyone is alright? I have a more pertinent question...." Kitt continued.

"What is that, Pal?" Michael curiously prompted. He couldn't see how any question could possibly be more important than the safety of everyone involved.

"What was everyone doing at the Foundation at this time of night? Shouldn't everyone have been in bed?" Kitt inquired.

"You have a point there...pal. If... I mean... when we get there we can ask them ourselves....." Michael answered. Inwardly he thought, if we get there in time to find anyone alive — that is. He had this sudden nagging fear that Bonnie and the others would be soaked in pools of their own blood. Michael could practically swear he heard faint screaming ringing through his ears as he let Kitt drive towards the Foundation.

He knew he should have been on the premises... and he would have been too had Devon not sent him on a mission earlier that day. The ex-cop tried to think of as many of the Foundation's enemies, who still had a score to settle as he could think of. He then started to revise the list by recalling those who were either in jail, dead, or among the few who did not carry guns. It wasn't much, but it was something he could do while trying to pass the time on the drive to the Foundation. At least it gave him a sense of purpose. He couldn't contemplate life without the Foundation and without Bonnie, Devon, and without Kitt.

He couldn't sit still and his expression clearly mirrored the terror ebbing in his soul.

Kitt wished he could do something to make it better, the drive would take at least another hour even at his top speed. "Michael, might I be able to interest you in some music?"

"No... no thanks, Pal," Michael breathed, letting out a ragged sigh. He sank squarely into his seat and continued to anxiously tapped a terrible rhythm on the wheel. 

"I could play some of that noisy music you like," Kitt once more offered. He dreaded observing his driver acting so antsy and concerned. 

"No, buddy. I don't want any music right now. Get me everything you can on the Foundation's enemies and pick out those with criminal histories involving guns and violence.... and..." he swallowed shallowly before continuing, "records for murder."

"Right away, Michael," Kitt obediently answered.

"Kitt, expand your search to those recently released for murder, violence, and or gun related offenses," Michael added after a few minutes of quiet contemplation. 

"As you wish, Michael," Kitt remarked. "I have a question, Michael. Why are we expanding the search to include murders and felons?" Kitt further quizzed. There was a hint of concern in his vocal request for knowledge.

"You don't think....." Kitt started to ask.

Michael sat up and after clearing his throat he answered, "I do think it, Pal. That is why I asked. Now do you have a list or not?" He returned questioningly, running a hand through his hair furiously.

A series of mechanical beeps and a list scrolled across the the screens in front of him. His blue eyes tiredly focused on the words, studying them intently for the right names to jump out at him.

His blood seemed to grow cold as Kitt mentioned several names. Teeth ground one upon the other and his jaw muscles clenched furiously. He had no idea who was responsible for Bonnie's frantic call and that made things a trillion times worse.

What would they find when they pulled up at the Foundation's main offices? Would there be a heap of bodies, pools of blood, or even hostages? No..... hostages required someone making phone calls and threatening to kill them.... or that was the case most of the time. Wasn't it? Would there be anyone left alive? Would there be important files, papers, technology, or even documents stolen?

"Marcus Sangler.... he is wanted for eight counts of murder, attempted robbery, and six counts of battery," Kitt drew Michael's attention to the tedious task ahead of them.

"Marcus Sangler is supposed to be serving two consecutive life sentences," Michael interjected without giving the situation much more thought.

A sorrowful swoosh rose as Kitt's scanner peeled back and forth, "Michael? It appears the police have just put out an escaped prisoner alert for Sangler and three of his head henchman. Didn't we put them away last year? And wasn't Sangler the one posing as Bonnie's boyfriend?"

Michael leaned backwards, his hands folded prayerfully before his face as he tried to recall the case. His blue-eyes lit up as recalled details and how the man had knowingly endangered his favorite mechanic. "Kitt, if that is who I think it is, might I suggest we find Bonnie as soon as possible?" Michael demanded with a low growl.

"I'm traveling as fast as I can Michael," Kitt confessed.

Michael dipped his head forward and breathed, "I know, pal. I know. I'm sorry I'm just concerned...."

"I know you are, Michael. Bonnie and Devon know how to protect themselves...." Kitt reassured his driver to the best of his ability. He too had his doubts..... though he'd never vocalize them.

They couldn't be sure it was Marcus Sangler, not yet, anyways. Just because the brute and his henchmen escaped from a near by prison and had dealt with the Foundation's staff before..... that didn't mean he was going after them again, or did it?

If he was, Kitt was certain that there would be a great deal of trouble before the matter happened to be resolved.

((to be further edited))