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[timeshadow]

(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

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[ki2k]

It wasn't long after that the black Trans Am pulled into the area, scouting for a likely parking spot. Kitt hadn't thought to ask what sort of vehicle they'd arrive in until after the fact, and so his scanners were sweeping the area, though instead of looking for technology, they were looking for bio-signs - specifically, non-human. Whether Rak and 'Rush would be able to pick up on that was another question entirely.

The green SUV seemed the most likely candidate, especially as he recognized the passengers inside.

To Michael, "Please don't ask them to take you to their leader."

[timeshadow]

Zylyn adjusted his shades before stepping out of the car. It was a necessary action, and also helped him avoid the small moment of chaos as the others bundled out, busily getting in each other's way. At least in the daylight the glasses also fulfilled their proper purpose. He looked up at the building set on the rock ledge above, contemplating. "This Castle was built for defence?"

"No." Rak put on her own shades, following his gaze. "It's been modified into something more useful now, but at the time it was only there for its looks."

"Heh." Doc chuckled, proceeding to light up a cigar. "Kinda like Kincaid!"

"Oh," the younger man protested, "hey ... "

"I meant you're useful now." qualified Doc, waving the cigar. "Useful. Not like you were in the beginning

[ki2k]

Michael narrowed his eyes at the people spilling out of the SUV, pointing over the dash. He'd seen the photos, yes, but... "Not exactly Darth Vader, are they?" There was something about that one though, with the sunglasses, that kept drawing his attention, even as Kitt snorted at him.

Stepping slowly out of the car, he kept the door between himself and the newcomers, a habit from his younger days as he sized them up before nodding.

"Michael Knight." He patted Kitt's doorframe. "I'm the leader you've been taken to."

[timeshadow]

The sizing up seemed to be a mutual thing. Rak looked Michael over, aware of 'Rush on her left flank and noticing the Rangers automatically gathering behind Boon.

"Afternoon, Mr Knight." She smiled a little at the joke, her eyes flicking over the car, toward the passenger side. "Keith Miles not with you?"

[etherreality]

There was indeed a cafe attached to Belvedere Castle, although when she suggested it 'Rush had been guessing. Her main priority had been to bring Knight's attention toward her; not that this was any sort of hardship, at all, but mostly toward her meant away from Rak, and since Z was looking just a little bit territorial ...

As they walked in, she took note of the surroundings; surprisingly, the place wasn't crowded, and there was a long table that could probably settle all of them right at the back. She glanced up at Knight and nudged his arm. "Over there looks good."

[notmichael_long]

It wouldn't be the first time in recent days he'd committed a faux pas of that sort. He had to face it; Michael Knight, ladies' man, was out of practice. He was, however, now perfectly content with the company he was keeping, to the point that for the first time he might have noticed the Graaka's attentiveness towards Rak. Oh.

Thankfully, 'Rusha, for some reason he couldn't fathom, wasn't having that problem from anyone else but him.

Her nudge brought him out of his thoughts, and he followed her line of sight. "Looks good to me." He smiled approvingly.

[etherreality]

Ohhh yes, someone owed her Best Friend Points that day. Normally Zylyn took that sort of thing in good grace, but he was prickly already, Knight seemed to have missed the Hint, and ... well ... best not to dent anyone's car, eh?

She led the way over to the table, peripherally aware of the others tagging along behind.

[notmichael_long]

Kitt wouldn't have taken kindly to that, no. Not that they could have done so, but it was the principle of the thing.

The attention from 'Rusha stroked his ego, even if on some level he understood where it was coming from. He wasn't going to complain about a beautiful woman on his arm. It had been a hell of a long time since he'd had that, and longer still since he'd been serious about someone. He didn't mind playing the game - it was one of the perks of the job.