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**** In the mean time- back at the apartment

"Come on Buddy, we have to get to Bonnie. I don't like the panic I heard in her voice. Kitt, what if it was Garthe? What if he was making good on his threats?"  Michael pondered aloud. 

"Shall we use Super Pursuit Mode, Michael?" Kitt questioned, his tone flooded with concern. 

"You better believe it," Michael replied. 

Less then ten minutes later they were at the apartment, the tires screeching to a halt.

Michael rushed up the balcony stairs, his face growing paler by the minute.  "Bonnie? Bonnie?!" His voice rang with absolute worry. 

"Michael? The balcony slider is broken," Kitt remarked in observation. 

Michael noticed that the glass was shattered inward, a sign of someone breaking in and not breaking out fo the house. Under his boot crunched debris and his eyes dropped downwards to inspect it just as Kitt interjected in alarm,  I've lost all signal to Bonnie's com-link... and... I'm not scanning anyone inside the building....."

"I... I... found her com-link, or what is left of it anyways" Michael harshly swallowed. 

Two beeps rang over Michael's com-link as he disappeared into the apartment.  "Michael? Bonnie's phone is laying on the floor between the kitchen and the bedroom..." Kitt stated.

"Thanks, Pal," Michael breathed as he rushed to pick up the phone that seemed as if it were haphazardly dropped and not lovingly placed on the floor.

The curly haired FLAG agent skimmed through the texting records and when his eyes fell upon the latest message from Garthe he felt anger and vomit rising from the pit of his stomach.

Garthe Knight to Miss Barstow: When the man of the house is away Garthe will always get his way. You are in my sights.

His expression dampened into a disapproving and dangerously livid one.

"Garthe" he pointedly snarled. His eyes of blue melting into a furnace of eternal hell-fire as he spoke. His mighty jaw clenched and his teeth ground one against the other. Veins denoting anger rose in the corners of his forehead and his facial structure. 

"Kitt, I think Garthe has our Bonnie and the baby. The question is where? And what is he doing with them?" 

"Kitt? Check the security cameras," Michael fiercely commanded. 

"Right away, Michael," the sleek black trans-am replied.

A pause transpired between the pair as Kitt sifted through video footage surrounding the time they had recieved Bonnie's terrified transmission.

"Michael? You aren't going to believe this," Kitt stated, with the swooshing of his scanner.

"What is it, Buddy?" The ex-cop fearfully asked.

"Garthe was here...." Kitt started.

With an annoyed roll of the eyes Michael replied, "I figured that already, pal. Tell me something I don't already know." 

"I was getting to that," Kitt politely interjected, before explaining "he wasn't alone."

"Again, tell me something I don't know... it was Goliath..." Michael impatiently fumed.

"If you be so kind to let me finish," the slightly agitated AI started before adding, "it was not Goliath...." 

"Who or what was it?!" Michael demanded, running a hand roughly through his curls.

"It appears to be KARR... not Goliath," Kitt patiently answered. 

Michael's face nearly turned green at the news. "What do you mean, Kitt? Karr is destroyed or for all intense purposes dead..." came his incredulous reply. 

"That is what I thought but if you come down here, I have video footage that says otherwise," Kitt returned.

Michael slipped Bonnie's cellphone into his pocket and he took one last look around the apartment. He cursed himself for leaving her alone to take a case for work. If he rescued Bonnie again, he'd be sure to never let work come between them again.  

He raced down the stairs and immediately rushed over to Kitt, who had already popped open the door for him. He quickly sank down behind the wheel.

"Let's see the footage," Michael commanded with an exasperated puff.  His eyes widened greatly when they locked upon a black t-top, very identical to Kitt with exception of a haunting orange scanner.

"That is impossible!" He hissed through a series of clenched teeth. Michael's fingers coiled around Kitt's steering wheel with a frightened and unforgivably tight grasp. 

"Impossible or not, Garthe has Bonnie, the baby, and Karr. Heaven only knows what he wants with the three of them," Kitt added. 

"He keeps saying he will destroy FLAG from the inside out. No doubt he will try to use them against us...." Michael growled ill-temperedly. Then in a hauntingly remorseful tone he continued, "I have....I have no doubt that he will kill Bonnie or the baby if they do not do as he wishes. And if I know Bonnie, which I believe I do, she will not be willing to help Garthe fulfill his despicable plots. Her refusal just might get her and possibly our baby killed."

Kitt contemplated everything Michael was saying, his red scanner swooshed slowly from side to side. Worry seeped into his circuits at Michael's last remark. Eventually, he spoke up, "Michael, might I suggest we find and stop Garthe before he can hurt Bonnie and or the baby?"

"Yes, Pal. Let's do whatever we can to save my wife and unborn son," Michael repeated. He felt as though his entire world was falling apart. Kitt's support certainly helped Michael from crumbling under the weight of heavy despair. He could not lose a second wife... as he did Stevie... the night of their wedding. Michael refused to lose Bonnie to the man who so brutally assaulted her and who had endangered the Foundation on more than one occasion.

Michael called Devon and had a four-points bulletin released alerting all law enforcement officials about the threats of Garthe Knight and Karr. Garthe Knight was a name already well-known to the police because he had frequently been in and out of the jails and correctional facilities. It helped to know that they'd be on the look out and alert the Foundation if and when he'd be spotted. It was only a matter of time before Michael and Kitt would be hot on their trail. Or would they? Could they even hope for such a thing?