End of the Road (Knight Rider, PG, 'ends' prompt)
Here is the first ficlet for my fanfic100 effort.
Title: End of the Road
Fandom: Knight Rider
Aspect: General series
Prompt: Ends (well, that's where it started anyway)
Word Count: 684
Rating: PG, action, scribble
Author's Notes: What can I say? I felt like writing a little action.
Disclaimer: Mine? You gotta be kidding. Money? Don't have any, don't bother.
It's not much, but it is more than I have written in ages.
(am I asleep or awake?)
End of the Road
24 Oct 2005
He slammed the accelerator down and the tyres screamed.
"Trajectory: sixty two degrees north, speed 120 miles per hour."
"Damn it, Kitt!" He swung the yoke around and the Trans Am slid out, catching dirt, the rear wheels throwing up a cloud of aggravated dust. "Give me all you've got, buddy!"
"You've got it, Michael."
The restraint system snapped on and Kitt deployed the SPM fins. Tyres spun a moment before they grabbed asphalt and the car shot forward leaving marks on the road as black as its blurring hide. Red numerals flickered into triple digits as turbines hummed and the engine snarled.
Michael reached above his head, punching up readouts. "Kitt, give me her condition as soon as we come into scanner range." Damn, damn, damn. "Damn it all to hell! How did they get her?!"
"Unknown at this point, Michael. I'm reviewing tapes as we speak. So far nothing conclusive." The AI's voice was sharp and curt, his attention trained elsewhere.
Michael frowned, his foot hard on the accelerator wishing not for the first time that the fastest car on the planet was faster. "Anything yet?"
"No, Michael, still computing." Infinite patience. Then, "Helicopter."
"North by northwest. Rendezvous with quarry in two minutes."
"Kitt, we need to be there."
"I'm trying, Michael."
The AI didn't answer, the scream of turbines under stress the only sound filling the cabin.
The hood of the Trans Am ate white lines, the scenery blurring, canyon walls and ochre desert screaming past the window panes.
"I have it, Michael. Computer tap, she accessed the Knight network and a virus was inserted."
"What?!" He stared at the dash, his eyes flickering from the road. "How the hell could that happen? The network is secure. She made sure it was secure!"
"I…am unsure. I will need to investigate upon our return." There was a frown in Kitt's voice. "That was how she was located." A pause and the frown deepened. "Michael, this piece of technology is exquisite in its architecture…"
Michael almost snarled. "Admire it in your own time, Kitt. Give me an ETA."
His answer was curt. "Three point two minutes."
"Not good enough."
"Damn it, Kitt, engage turbo."
"Michael, we will be unable to-"
The turbo boost system engaged, the scream of compressed air shrieking from all four wheels. Already incredibly fast, the Knight Two Thousand ate miles even faster, darting like an arrow across the desert.
"One point two."
"Three…two….one. She is unconscious. Broken leg…" The dashboard threw up a read out as Kitt scanned the woman they were attempting to save. "Contusions…we're not close enough for a blood analysis as yet."
The helicopter came into view, landing on the highway in front of them.
"They are shielded." A dull negative feedback squawk was uttered by the cabin speakers.
"How the hell…?" They approached the scene at high speed as a limp body was lifted from the car and carried towards the helicopter. "Can we make it?"
"Can we make it?!"
"Take out the tail."
"At this speed-"
"God damn it, Kitt. It's Bonnie!"
The kidnappers saw them coming and hurried towards the chopper, but Kitt was right, they were going to make it. As they reach point of launch, the orientation of his turbo boost jets altered and the Trans Am leapt into the air, colliding with the tail of the helicopter in a cacophony of screeching metal.
Michael yelled into the uproar, enjoying as always the thrill of what the Trans Am could do.
And Kitt yelled back at him. "Michael!"
They came down hard, shrapnel tangling with the wheels. The car skidded. "Kitt?!"
The AI didn't answer and there was a scream of aggravated air and spitting tyre tread as the emergency breaking system was deployed.
But the car didn't stop.
In fact, it swerved erratically, still moving at triple digit miles per hour. There was a grunt of frustration from the voice box and the Trans Am careened off the road entirely, ploughing into the canyon wall.