Bonnie was waiting for them as Kitt pulled into the semi.
 "Hi Bon, what have you got for us?"  Michael quickly got out of the car and
out of her way as she began her routine check.
 "We received an anonymous tip.  You are to pick up a box at this address,"
she handed Michael a piece of paper.  "You are to be there in exactly two
hours."
 "Sounds easy."
 "I've heard that before," Kitt piped in.
 "You really know how to make me feel good about an assignment."
 "That makes me nervous."
 "Children!  I'm getting a headache already and you haven't been here more
than five minutes."
 "Sorry."  Came the response in unison.
 "We'll uh...get right on this.  Can Kitt go?"
 "Yes, get out of here."
 Michael quickly climbed back into Kitt and exited the semi before either of
them could get into any more trouble.
 
 

    "I don't get it." Michael commented as he surveyed the landscape before
him.  "are you sure this is the right place?"
    "I'm positive this is the correct location the informant instructed the
drop would be." Kitt answered defensively.
    Michael sighed, the two large warehouses at the end of a wide gravel
driveway were barely far enough apart to walk between.  Other than the two
strangely placed buildings, there was nothing.  Fields as far as the eye
could see.  Michael stepped out of the car, "are you still picking up no
movement?"
    "Nothing."
    "Something doesn't feel right here."
    "I agree. The tip said the drop would be between the buildings."  Kitt
followed Michael's walking form closely, scanning the entire area over and
over.  Something was definitely amiss.
    Michael stopped at the opening between the buildings.  "There seems to
be something on the ground halfway up.  Can you pick up anything yet?"
    "It's a cardboard box with varying types of paper and carbon inside."
    "That's it.  Any sign of other unfriendlies?"
    "Nothing Michael."
    "Okay, sing out if you see anything."
    Kitt watched nervously as his friend began the short walk to the drop
sight.
    Michael took a deep breath, feeling a little claustrophobic in the
narrow space.  His shoulders just about touched the buildings on either
side.  He looked up, the buildings were tall, causing the pathway to be
dark, despite the afternoon sun.
    Michael was just about at his target when he heard Kitt shout his
warning.  Two men, well armed, appeared at the far entrance.  He turned,
realizing with dread, just how far away Kitt was.  All he could see of his
partner was the madly tracking scanner as he made a mad dash for the car.
    Bullets flew past him, one catching him in the leg.  He stumbled, unable
to keep his balance, he fell face down into the gravel.
    As Michael picked himself up, he saw something flash past him from
Kitt's end.  He heard a screech of pain from behind him as instinct kicked
in and he dove over the car, then sliding into the already open driver's
door.
    "Michael are you injured?"  Kitt's concerned tone brought his attention
back.  He looked at his leg.
    "No, the bullet just grazed me.  It stings ,but once my
heart slows down enough to let me hear myself think, I'll be okay."  Looking
around Michael frowned, "where are they?"
    "I don't know."
    "What do you mean, you don't know?"
    "I didn't detect them until they rounded the corner and, as soon as they
retreated, I lost them again.  My scanners aren't picking up any signs of
life."
    "Kitt.....what did you do?"
    "When I saw you go down, with no cover, the only thing I could think to
do was fire the laser.  It knocked the gun right out of his hand."
    Michael chuckled at his partner's ingenuity.  "Good work Pal."
    "What do you think you're doing?" Kitt locked the doors as he saw
Michael reach for the handle.
    "I'm going to get that box."
    "No you are not."
    "And why not, pray tell?"
    "Because I'm more than sure all you'll find in that box , if you make it
that far, is a piece of paper with the word 'Sucker' written on it"
    Michael got the point. "Still not sure of your scanners?"  He made sure
the question held no accusation.
    "I'm sorry Michael.  I just don't trust what I'm receiving."
    "You think someone may be blocking the signal?"
    "Interfering in some way."
    "Okay, how about a drive around the buildings, see if we can pick up any
clues?"  Kitt fired the engine in response.
    They found nothing.  Three times around the building uncovered a few
sets of tire marks and bullet holes in the alleyway.  Other than that, there
was no sign anything had taken place.
 

part three