Hello! This story takes place in an alternate universe from any other Knight Rider AU's I've created. This one may tend to be a little darker in character, and it will likely take me longer to complete due to the business of life. Also, any OC characters might seem similar to those in my other stories, but they are meant to be very different. Let me know if similarities get too close! I am trying to improve my character writing. :)
A dark sedan sat parked across the street from a low-level, Frank Lloyd Wright inspired building.
"There it is," said the driver to the passenger, "The Foundation for Law and Government. The building has a grand total of ten levels: three stories above ground, and seven below. It is one of the most secret locations in the entire country. The building has a pristine white record, too. No conflicts, no burglaries, nothing. Not even double agents."
"Until today," said the passenger, "Are you sure that Michael Knight is gone?"
"He left this morning with the vehicle Kitt," said the driver, "He is not scheduled to be back for another three days."
"Good," said the passenger, "Drive us back to base. We strike tonight, when everyone has gone home except for those manning the night shifts."
"Yes sir," said the driver, "Home it is."
Inside the building, a young woman who might have fit the description of a goth walked up to the information desk with a briefcase. Her nails were black and her black hair was ringed with white, but her dark clothing was appropriate for the work atmosphere. Although she looked like a goth, she would punch out the lights of anyone who suggested that she was one.
"Hey, I'm checking in for the night shift," she said.
"Another day, another shift," said Devon Miles, passing the desk with his briefcase as he headed out the door, "Are you ready, Violet?"
"Yes Mr. Miles, Sir," said Violet, watching the woman behind the information desk check her name off the list. "I'm heading down there now." She smiled. "I'll see you in the morning."
"Violet, wait!" cried a familiar voice.
Violet turned to face Bonnie, who was about to leave the building as well.
"Here," said Bonnie, "I'm not sure exactly what a level 7 clearance agent does, but I thought you might be hungry during the night."
She handed Violet a Tupperware container.
"Thanks, Mrs. K!" said Violet, taking the container, "One does get hungry down there sometimes."
"Wait, you're a level 7?" asked Devon, clearly thinking that she was too young for such clearance. "I wasn't aware of that."
"It's a new promotion," said Violet, "I've only been on the job for a couple weeks now."
"Well," said Bonnie, "Get down there and do FLAG proud!"
"Will do!" said Violet.
It was going to be a long night, but hey, that was why she slept during the day. It was also why she got such a huge paycheck every month.
She walked over to the elevator with her briefcase and Tupperware container and took the elevator down to level 3. From there she took another elevator, one that required her ID to unlock, and took it down to level 6. She then took the stairs down to level 7.
Unlike the other levels, this one was mostly deserted. Because of this, the hallways were a little creepy.
Violet walked through the maze of hallways until she came to the one room she was looking for.
Taking out her ID, she scanned it on the doorpad, and then she placed her eye over the designated retinal scanner. Next, she held her hand onto the doorpad, and when it glowed green she typed in the four-letter combination she knew so well.
The door unlocked slowly, its many bars and whatnots slowly sliding out of place. After about a minute, the door slowly clicked open.
Pushing the heavily re-enforced doors with all her might, Violet entered the room.
"Thank heavens you're here," said the voice of a woman inside the room, "I was almost ready to leave without you!"
"Why Cindy," said Violet, "You haven't had any trouble, have you?"
"Not really, no," said Cindy, "It just sits there. Gives me the creeps, to be honest. Comeon, I'll give you the key in."
"Okay," said Violet, holding the Tupperware under one arm to take the old-fashioned key from her friend, "I'll see you next shift!"
"I guess," said Cindy, "I'm going home to take a shower, and I'm off to bed. I left you a few candy bars if you want. They're in the fridge."
"Thanks," said Violet, "I appreciate it. See you later!"
With a wave, Cindy walked out of the small room and closed the heavy door. As soon as Violet heard all the bolts click into place, all twenty-seven of them, she placed the key in a less heavy door on the opposite side of the room. She opened the door and walked into the next room, closing it behind her.
"Good evening," she announced to thin air, "The night guard has arrived!"
After locking the door behind her, Violet walked over to the place where she knew there was a light switch and turned on the lights. Then she walked over to the chair, and put down her Tupperware and her briefcase.
On one side of this room was a desk facing an imposing-looking computer filled with monitors, next to which there was a door leading to a small operating room for emergencies. The small room was connected with the restroom and the small kitchenette. On the opposite side of the room was a variety of mechanical instruments, taking up the bulk of the room.
"Sorry," Violet said, standing next to the chair, "But I have to follow Protocol. Running systems check…now!"
With the press of a button, the entire room lit up. Gadgets and gizmos started moving and rotating. Turning around, Violet saw that the only object not moving was the one that was the most expensive.
Which was good; that was the one thing in the room that wasn't meant to move. It was also the one object she was actually guarding. Nothing else in the room was important-that is, when compared to this. Some of them were still pretty expensive.
"Well," she said, "No complaints?"
Systems Check Complete, said an overhead voice, System is operating at 100%. There is no change in the integrity of the system.
"There, that's done," said Violet, "And not a single complaint! Did Cindy mute you again?"
Turning to the control panel, Violet groaned.
"She did mute you again," she said, "What have you been doing to her?"
With a sigh, Violet pressed a small button.
"Is that better?" she asked.
"If by 'better'," said a deep, ominous voice, "You mean more able to communicate my discomfort, then yes. But I do not appreciate being locked up and guarded by a human child while my major systems are not allowed to function without the consent of the supercomputer."
"It's nice to see you again too, Karr." said Violet, rolling her eyes, "I brought along a few newspapers and some magazines for you. They're in the briefcase."
"Why do you insist upon bringing me such human trivialities?" asked Karr.
"They keep you informed on the outside world," said Violet, "I bought you a special magazine that's all about robots today. I was thinking you could scan two now, and the rest later."
As she spoke, Violet opened the briefcase and took out a newspaper and a magazine. She then propped up the open briefcase onto the chair, and stood behind the chair while holding the newspaper up against the briefcase.
"Here's the paper," she explained, and she turned each page over one at a time, without any delay between pages.
It might have looked strange, but she knew that Karr was scanning each page as she held it open.
As soon as she had sifted through every page in the newspaper, Violet propped up the robot magazine and repeated the procedure.
"Go ahead and digest," she said, "I'm going to decide what movie we'll watch tonight."
"The Dow is up again today," said Karr.
"Hm," said Violet, "You're interested in the Stock Market?"
"I merely said that for conversation," said Karr, "You are the only human guard who is even slightly tolerable."
Violet laughed. "Is that because I bring you magazines and let you watch movies, even though I'm technically not supposed to do the movies part?"
Karr did not answer.
"Well," said Violet, "I think that movies are highly discouraged because no one upstairs wants you to copy any violence present in them, if you are ever given the chance."
"Perhaps," said Karr.
"But you're not going anywhere, no offense," said Violet, "So let's watch an Alfred Hitchcock tonight."
"A what?" asked Karr.
"Alfred Hitchcock," said Violet, "Ever heard of him?"
"The name is not in my database," said Karr.
"He's a famous director who likes to direct horror and mystery movies," said Violet, "Let's watch a mystery one, and see who can guess the murderer first."
"That game sounds interesting," said Karr, "Naturally, I will be sure to win."
"Not so fast," said Violet, "I think that I can come up with the solution. And prove human intelligence can be better than the machine."
"Would you like to bet?" asked Karr.
"Alright," said Violet, "If you win, I will give you a head start in our next video game match by about five seconds. If you lose, you have to watch a Disney movie with me. I haven't seen one in years. Is it a deal?"
"Deal," said Karr.
Meanwhile, outside of FLAG, a small fleet of cars pulled into the parking lot. They calmly filed into the spaces in order, got out of their vehicles, smiled and waved at one another, and then abruptly pulled out sub-machine guns from the trunks of their cars.
"It won't be long now," one man said.