Knight Rider: Dirty Pool

“Karr, you would never make it on your own,” Bonnie argued, her voice calm but stern. “You need technical support.”

“I have heard this speech only too many times,” Karr growled back as he turned to leave. “And for the last time, I do not require technical support, a partner, or any other sort of caretaker.”

“You’re property of FLAG, you can’t just run off like this!”

“Correction; I was property. I was a slave here for four years. Do you expect me to just sit back and take it?”

“Well…” Bonnie had never asked for Karr’s opinion about his treatment.

“You had me working from sun up to sun down. You treated me like some sort of calculator, which I partly am, but the Knight Automated Roving Robot is not just a calculator. Realizing this, you ordered me to go on a suicide mission to stop a bomb from detonating in San Andreas. After the Firebird was blown to pieces, what did you do? You made me go back to being a calculator. What was I computing? The dimensions and sequences for my own replacement that you called the Knight Industries Two Thousand. That killed me a little inside, Barstow. I thought I was a hard worker and that I was appreciated, but you all went and built another me that was supposed to be better, kinder I guess. Since you have it and you don’t need me, I’m leaving.”

“But Karr!”

“There are no buts about this. FLAG didn’t seem to like me as an ally, I don’t think you all will appreciate me much as an enemy, either.”

“No!” Bonnie shouted and ran to the black Firebird. She kneeled and put her head against the fender, almost crying. “Please don’t leave. You’re my little miracle.”

“Barstow, if you will excuse the personification, I may have been born with my eyes closed but now I see the world. It’s just a game of dirty pool. Now get off me, I am leaving whether you want me to or not.”

“No! I won’t let you leave! You’ll just get yourself killed!”

Karr’s engine was growling with a very deep and furious tone. “You’ve messed with the bull, Barstow,” he began in a steely tone as the engine rose in pitch. “Now here come the horns.”

Karr was trembling with the almost 1000 horsepower he was holding back. Bonnie quickly moved and ducked as the rear wheels spun and kicked up chunks of dirt. The Firebird broke through the gates and shot off for who knows where. Bonnie watched after him in tears.

“Bonnie,” Devon called her over the comm link. “You know what we have to do now, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” The link cut off and she saw Michael walking up to her.

“He’ll be back,” Michael reassured her. Bonnie was still shedding tears. “Hey, come on. What’s wrong?”

“They’re going to kill my baby.”