In the Dead of Knight :Knight Rider Fan Fiction

~The Echoing Rumbles of Terror ~

The Foundation's driveway slowly came into view, the electrical front gate hung wide open granting access to anyone and everyone who had a mind to move past them.

Kitt's tires came to a quiet but subtle stop outside the door that was perilously swinging open and shut in the harsh breeze.

"Do me a favor, Pal... keep your scanners peeled," Michael ordered as he hurried out of the cabin and up the stairs of the Foundation's main house.

"Yes, Michael," Kitt answered.

Glass littered the ground from the shattered door pane. It crumbled with an unsettling twinkle under the soles of Michael's boots. Michael pulled out his small handgun, which was loaded and ready to fire. He could feel his heart beating furiously inside of his chest as he slipped further and further into the somewhat dark building. Using his com-link Michael questioned, "Kitt? Do you know where Bonnie and Devon were or are?"

"I'm scanning four bodies in Mr. Mile's office....and Michael.... one of them is not breathing.... three of them seem to be non-fatal injuries. Michael? I don't know if this is important.... but Miss Barstow is not among them," Kitt assessed.

Michael inwardly cursed as bolted up the stairs. The closer he got to his boss's door the greater evidence of a disturbance became. There were bullet holes, empty casings, scarlet stains, scattered paper, splinters of a fallen door and more. He sucked in a deep breath, while he was grateful that Bonnie had not been among the four individuals in Devon's office, he worried that she was in greater danger still. But Michael had an obligation, a duty to check on the four inside of Devon's office.... then he could go after Bonnie and anyone else who was missing.

Michael held his breath as he crossed over the threshold, where the splintered door used to hang. He wasn't certain what he'd find within the room other than a lifeless form and three other injured individuals. His blue eyes scanned the room and he let out a small gasp. He rushed across the room and knelt beside the bloodied and lifeless form of a secretary who had taken a few bullets in the chest. His fingers found their way to her throat searching for a pulse and they lingered there for a few moments. It was useless. She was covered in blood and her skin was turning a deep ashen grey. The woman was regrettably past revival.

He then turned his attention to the three live individuals. "Oh Michael, thank heaves," came a heavy british accent as a salt and pepper shaded hair approached the ex-cop.

"Devon, thank God! What happened here?!" Michael demanded turning to face and assist his well-respected boss.

"We had a violent break in, what does it look like ol' boy?" Devon questioned incredulously.

Michael internally rolled his eyes and almost glowered at his boss. He felt like saying "no da. Instead, he settled for asking, "are yah okay?"

"I dare say I'm as fine as I could be though I must admit I have a dash of a headache from when the bloody escaped convict smashed me over the head. But never mind me, tend to the two other secretaries are hurt," Mr. Miles replied, directing Michael to them.

When Michael had seen to their scratches and minor injuries his attention once more turned to figuring out the events that had unfolded around the Foundation's headquarters.

"Devon? Where is Bonnie? Is she okay?" Michael prompted, once more realizing that his favorite mechanic wasn't around. His blue-eyes scanned the room as he struggled to remain patient for an answer.

Devon drew his sweaty palms down the chests of his suit, he seemed to be trying to recollect everything that had happened. His memory seemed foggy but not all together incomplete, so Michael decided to stick around for a few moments.

"I don't know where Miss Barstow is now that I think about it. She was with me when I was knocked out but she isn't here Michael. You don't think the gunman took her? Do you ol'boy?" Devon replied half-questioningly.

Michael could feel his shoulders tensing as he drew himself up to his full height. His hands found his hips as he tried to contemplate the number of things that could have happened to her from the time Devon had been knocked out until now. With a sigh he had to confess that it was possible that their advanced mechanic and technician had been abducted, injured, or even killed by the gunman.

"Where was she the last time you saw her?" Michael questioned.

Devon replied,"She was at the phone making a call. I presume it was to you and Kitt. Was it not?"

"Yes, we got a call but the line was cut short. All we heard was Bonnie's voice, a few screams, and a heap of static....then silence."

"Do you know if the gunman was Marcus Sangler?" Michael question.

Devon's eyes twinkled dangerously and he remarked, "the felon that we put away sometime last year? The one that was Bonnie's old boyfriend?"

"Yes, that is the one. Marcus and his henchman just broke out of jail, the four points bulletins posted by both the state and local police," Michael admitted softly. He didn't like alarming Devon like this, but provided that it was a possibility, that Bonnie had been taken by the dangerous group they'd have to prepare for the worst.

"If he is the one who shot up my office and employees, then I really don't have to tell you how vital it is that we stop him, do I?!" Devon sternly added.

Michael casually approached the phone, which Bonnie supposedly had been using when she tried to contact him. The curly haired F.L.A.G. agent winced as he crouched down beside the fallen communication device. It was covered in blood.

Whose blood was it? Was it Bonnie's? If so....was Bonnie hurt, injured, or even dying? He could feel his jaw muscles twitching as his teeth harshly clenched. He raced into the hall and yelled, "BONNIE? BONN? WHERE ARE YOU?" But there was no answer to confirm that she was alive or even on the Foundation grounds.

"Kitt, if anyone moves to leave let me know.... and Pal, they might have Bonnie," he breathed heavily into his com-link.