Preliminary case report on Roger’s FLAG email (cc Kitt), marked with the appropriate date;

Time: 1400
Location: Pennsylvania Station, Manhattan, NY.

FLAG operatives Michael Knight and AI vehicle KITT were requested to lend assistance to contacts of another Agency. In that capacity both operatives proceeded to the 31st Street entrance to Pennsylvania ( Read more... )

Having left Kaycee and Wes at the hangar, Kitt drove slowly - at least, slowly for him - back to the Foundation, thinking along the way. Kaycee had offered to let him stay in her apartment while she was gone, and he was hoping to take advantage of her offer, but he needed to speak with Michael first for a number of reasons ( Read more... )

"Oh." Michael listened carefully to the phone pressed against his ear. He was currently alone in his office, but anyone with him would have noticed his eyebrows rise. "Oh, is that a fact? Well, that's ... a real shame."

Again, had anyone been there they would have seen his eyes dart, his slightly confused expression. They might also have noticed the ( Read more... )

 A shadow was passing over the city. Literally. There was nothing to be seen in the late afternoon sky, not even a disturbance in the clouds, but something was coming in fast across the Hudson. It was too high up for anything more than a faint flickering shade across the water, but in the pre-fabricated jungle of Lower Manhattan there were some, ( Read more... )

 (Following this ... )

(For Kitt (or MK))

Rak sat at a desk in the secure section of the building; this was the part where there were more than just locks on the doors, and where they kept their ‘sensitive’ equipment and most of their weapons - except for the ones that people liked to keep under their beds.

At that moment she had the familiar laptop ( Read more... )

Gage sat in his office, the panel on the wall with the security monitors behind it, open. The display of the garage showed the black Trans Am parked in its bay, the technician sitting in the passenger's seat checking off some calibrations against a laptop on her lap. He brought the image up on his desk's screen to take a closer look. It didn't take ( Read more... )

(After this and this ... )

“Honestly?” Rak was leaning against the crumbled brickwork by the end of an alley, phone to her ear. “God knows. We’re tracking and I think we’re getting close, but we still haven’t come up with the critter himself.” She stopped, listening to the voice on the other end, and rubbed a hand over her eyes. “Yah, tell me about ( Read more... )

(From here.)They were running a little late. There had been traffic, then changing of clothes, returning of the Merc to the dealer, organising the team and not being able to answer Doc's questions about what the hell had happened to Logan, anyway ( Read more... )

Kitt

OOC: Sorry for the change. I decided to link to Logan's journal for easier play.

Now, as in the past, whenever Kitt had things he needed to think about, he invariably ended up at the test track on the Foundation's lush grounds. The setting may have been different, but the atmosphere was the same, and as he took each curve at speed, or turboboosted over the obstacles in his path with a practiced ease, he soon found himself ( Read more... )