"Michael!" Bonnie shouted, in disbelief as the radio transmission surrendered to a wall of white noise.
"No! Come on, come on!!!!" Bonnie hissed fidgeting with the gears and controls on the handheld receiver. Silence ushered out the spurt of hazy static. Instead of feeling relieved the brunette mechanic felt a lump of fear rising within her throat. "Michael?" She called hesitantly, her voice wavering between anxious octaves.
Nothing, not even a glitch or blip to revive the eerie lack of noise.
"KITT? Michael? SOMEBODY ANSWER ME!" She pled clasping her fingers all the tighter around the receiver, as if this gesture, would magically reconnect the lost line of communication.
Somethings happened to them..... I know it! What if......what if Michael's lying somewhere bleeding to death? What if KITT is out there.......smashed beyond recognition? What if...... what if I lose them both? These things and more flashed through her uneasy mind, accompanied by the most horrific images that the thoughts left behind.
"Devon, I don't like this at all! We have to go out there. God only knows what kind of trouble they've gotten themselves into!" Bonnie begged of her silver haired boss.
"Bonnie, I do not see why you are so concerned about those two. This has happened before. They lose contact or cut off contact during the course of several missions and everything has turned out fine. You and I both know Michael is the stubborn sort. Pulling a stunt like this isn't out of the realm of impossibility with him." Came his soothing English lull in an attempt to chase away her fears.
"But Devon, this is different! I know it is.... please believe me!" She choked in desperation.
Rc3 added, "Devon...I'm with Bonnie here. Something just isn't right about this case. Even if Michael lost communication, you know KITT would never ignore incoming calls. Not intentionally anyways."
Devon studied the two agent's downtrodden countenances with a stern frown before giving in, "If it will ease your conscience you and Rc3 have my permission to take the semi and retrace their progress since their last known transmission. But mind you, that I do not want you or RC3 to get in the way of that investigation. This means I do not want you or Rc3 in the line of fire. Is that clear, Dr. Barstow? Rc3?"
"Yes, Mr. Miles." Bonnie politely answered knowing that she could not, or at least, would not go against her bosses wishes unless the circumstances prescribed or demanded it.
"I hear yah loud and clear, Devon, my man!" Rc3 added, with one of those 'you will totally not regret this' smiles.
Devon cringed for a moment at the lack of formality shown by his latest and more relaxed recruit. Hesitantly Devon gave in with a sigh, "Alright! But you two be careful."
"Thanks Devon" Bonnie shouted, racing the key jingling Rc3 to the door.
*****Moments later*********
Rc3 sat behind wheel blasting the final remaining broadcast of a sports game. His excitement rivaled that of a puppy eyeing a bag of dog treats. Bonnie on the other hand pressed her head against the passenger side window. Her sad blue greens making careful sweeps of the scenery for her favorite black t-top and it's irresistibly charming driver. It scared her to think that she may have overlooked some important function and that an oversight could endanger the only friends she really had. Gradually and rather accidentally the dark haired mechanic slipped into a mindless daydream.
Rc3 laid on the Semi's harsh horn as a car veered drunkenly into their lane. "LOOK OUT YOU CRAZY DRIVER! BETTER YET, GO TO DRIVING SCHOOL MY MAN!"
Bonnie jilted, clutching her seatbelt, and door handle tightly with her finger. Timidly she hissed, "RC!!! LOOK OUT!" Her eyes squeezed shut as if that would shield her from the near accident.
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