Tomorrow Knight (Knight Rider fanfiction)

The Heist (Part 1)

Crickets chirped in the distance, and the sky was dark with cloud cover as a figure wearing a baggy black hoodie, military grade backpack, jeans, and steel-toed tennis shoes crept through the private property. The hood was pulled far over her face, effectively covering her sparking eyes and shading the rest of her features in a deep shadow. Her muscles were rigid and her vision sharp as she trained all her energy into being completely aware of her surroundings.

The mid autumn air was fairly cool this early in the morning. No one was moving about save for a few guards who were easily avoided along with the security cameras. As impossible as it seemed, she knew where just about everything was and would be at F.L.A.G headquarters. She couldn't afford not to. Otherwise this quest would be, in every sense of the word, a failure.

Knowing where the guards and cameras were in the mansion was unnecessary, as she had no intention of going inside. The pass keys she snatched this morning were all she needed. Before now, for a week, she had been posing as security while staying at a hotel ten miles from here. Using a rental car, she came by every day to gather, arrange, and plan information accordingly while keeping an unpleasant emotion pressed as far down into her heart as possible. It wasn't one she could use to focus on her goal, but it certainly helped her gumption.

Being sure to stay out of the light of outdoor lamps and out of view, the figure stealthily made her way to the garage. Compared to the rest of the headquarters, this was the most secure area. It was farther away from the mansion and currently fenced off. The door to the building was most likely locked too. Not a surprise considering what they were hiding. However, there was no one guarding this side at the moment. There were only a few cameras, of which she studied all the blind spots before attempting the break in.

Despite new management practically taking over F.L.A.G and calling the shots, the security still wasn't anywhere near as tight as back home. This was only 1995 after all. None of the technology she knew existed yet, and what did exist wasn't a hundredth as proficient. Child's play actually. And good thing too. After spending months learning how to dodge security in her own time, doing the same here was a piece of cake.

Strapping down her dark backpack, she launched herself onto a stretch of chain link fence in the dark. It rattled, but only slightly as she climbed up and over. Then she dropped back to the paved ground on solid feet, grunting with the effort to remain steady. After straightening herself and giving a quick glance around, stretching her hearing to make sure no one was coming, she walked over to the door and used both pass keys. A swipe of a card, a code punched into a number pad, and she slipped inside unnoticed.

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Geez, it's dark in here, she thought grumpily as she pulled a small flashlight the width of a pen out of her pocket and switched it on. It wasn't the darkness itself, but rather the lack of sleep and urgency to get out as soon as possible. Every minute that passed was another minute closer to working hours when the "demolition crew" would come waltzing back in here to continue with their task that she wished hadn't started at all.

The garage was a wide space roughly the size of a public school's gymnasium. Full of tools, machines, and blueprints scattered about between stainless steel work benches, two or three chairs, and the concrete floor. Some of the machines stood taller than her, and the outer edge of the area was so tightly packed it was difficult to navigate around without bumping into something. Some of the tech was only slightly below par, or average, according to what she knew in her own time. Though it wasn't worth sneezing at. None of this junk was. Nothing she saw even came close to what she was looking for. That is, until she managed through the maze to the main area, which was vacant of unnecessary clutter.