"And? What now?"
  We were driving to my home in the Knight Rider world.
  "I'll leave you here and go home. I... I'm tired. And I should probably get a clear mind. I'll excuse to Michael as soon as I have calmed down enough. But if you see him before I can apologize, please tell him I'm sorry."
  I really felt bad, like, really bad. The next second, I was in my room again. I layed down, but it took some time for me to finally sleep.

  The next day was pretty normal, but when I met Chris, Nicki and Ninette to eat lunch, things got weird. We walked, like usually, to a pizza and Döner place. But the three suddenly looked at each other and nodded. Although they did it quite carefully, I noticed it, I don't know how. We ordered our pizza, and then left.
  "Um, why are we leaving? Guys?" I asked as I walked with them.
  "Because we want to go somewhere more private," Ninette answered.   
  Alright then. We climbed the stairs next to CAP and walked behind the little restaurant that was above it. Then we sat down on the little bench made out of stone, and Nicki asked me:
  "So... What's your secret?" I stopped.
  I expected... I don't know what I expected but it definitely wasn't that.
  "What secret?"
  "You know what we're talking about." Ninette rolled her eyes.
  I looked at them puzzled since I didn't have a clue. Though I did have a suspicion.
  "About you being able to hop in and out of shows and movies."
  Well shit. They had me. I sighed. And then told the whole story.
  "That's so cool! And you even have a job there? And a partner?" Nicki now asked.
  But when I wanted to answer, an engine roared behind us. It sounded somewhat deep, but not like these normal tuned cars, it still sounded pretty normal. And it came closer. I immediately turned around and what I saw silenced me. But not in a good way.

  McQueen. A 750i e32 limousine from 1986, my first car love. He looked awesome. His signature salmonsilver went really good with the chrome and the rims. Where there used to be rust on the doors, was nothing left to see. He was even closer to the ground before. The indicators were still white, so nothing had changed lightwise. I couldn't help but to gaze in admiration at him. He had changed, yes, but at least he wasn't destroyed, so, that was a good thing... Right? I couldn't look away from him. Although I had a really bad feeling, I did nothing, at least at first.
  "Get away, now!" I apprehended the others.
  "What? And leave you alone? Never!"
  Chris' stubbornness made me sigh.
  "Yes, you wi-"
  McQueen leaped forward, blocking the way to the supermarket.
  "FUCKING GO!" I yelled and jumped somewhere different, to distract... McQueen? Hopefully not.
  But that unfortunately didn't help. I saw how someone jumped out of McQueen's passenger's door and chased after them! I ran after him, or, I tried to. As soon as I tried following him, McQueen, the car, was getting in my way. I did see someone driving, so at least McQueen himself couldn't attack. After nearly falling on his hood, I managed to change directions. Now I ran up, where the restaurant was, and ran down the stairs, which slowed me down a great deal. I saw Nicki, Ninette and Chris running at me from the left side.
  "We should get to the school, but fast!" I instructed them.
  We three then ran to the school and got on the bridge, when suddenly...
  "LOOK OUT!" I screamed before it was too late. The bridge just collapsed in front of us. We turned around just in time and ran blindly down the stairs that lead to the Untertürkheim-Bahnhof. We heard sirens in the distance, but that wouldn't help us.
  "You're not going anywhere!" and I felt someone holding me really tight from behind.
  I struggled at first but then relaxed, because I now had an idea. I let my head hang down, and then let it shoot back, hitting the attacker on his chest. The attacker loosened his grip, and I escaped. Quickly, I looked to where my friends were, ran in their direction and tried to help them, when suddenly something hit me really hard in the back, knocking the air out of me. I fell face first on the asphalt, and fought for air. Someone grabbed me on my collar and pulled me up. Then he pressed me really tight to his chest, leaving no chance of escape. In the distance, I could see our former family car destroying several police cars, and I immediately wondered with horror how many people he had injured or even killed.
  "Decide now! Either your friends, or the blueprint of KITTs AI. Simple as that," I heard a man say, probably the one that held me.
  Since I still couldn't breathe properly, I didn't answer. I simply couldn't. He seemed to notice that as well. Hard to not notice actually.
  "How about this? If you agree to get us the blueprint, simply nod. Easy, right?" his tone seemed impatient, but not too threatening.
  Did I have a choice? No, I didn't. So I hoped that Devon, Michael and the others would forgive me. I nodded, slowly and exhausted.
  "I knew we could get to an agreement. Let them go!" and I saw my friends nearly falling, I had problems standing straight as well.
  Our attackers were gone, and so was my hope. I sat down on the stairs, slowly starting to catch my breath, and now my decision fell with its full weight onto me. I realized that I just had agreed to give dangerous criminals the blueprint to an AI, a real AI.
  "... Chlara? Are... are you okay?" Nicki walked up to me and sat down as well.
  I let out a laugh, cold, unamused and sarcastic.
  "Of course I am! Why shouldn't I! I just gave some thugs a promise to help them. Nothing special! And I only dragged my friends into it! And the car I grew up with and that I love, well that just nearly killed us! But yes! I'm very good, thank you!" I said, every letter soaked with sarcasm.
  I growled, furious because of myself.
  "Why couldn't I fucking hold you out of my shit!? Why!?!?" now I was at the edge of slapping myself.
  I heard an engine drive near us. It sounded like a jet, but not as loud. Where did I know this engine from? I heard a door open and close. But I didn't bother looking up.
  "Why is it that every time I run into you randomly you are having an emotional breakdown? What's wrong?" A masculine voice, seemingly worried.
  I looked up to see Michael. He looked really worried. I pulled myself somewhat together, and he sat next to me.
  "Hey... Michael... I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have snapped, but... I just can't control my temper, and I just wanted peace between you and, well, you know who I mean."
  "I'm sorry too."
  That surprised me.
  "Why?"
  "I should have listened to you first, and shouldn't have interrupted you."
I was speechless for a moment. Then I said:
  "... No problem. I would have reacted the same, probably," I then added:
  "How did you get here in the first place?"
Now his signature grin came again.
  "Pretty easy if the KARR knows the way," and nodded to a certain two tone.
  I laughed at the pun.
  "Good pun Michael. Hey KARR!" I waved at him.
  "Now, tell me what's wrong."
  "Wait wait wait! Who IS that!?"   Suddenly Nicki had spoken.
  Then she looked closer at him.
  "Chlara! Your parents are coming! And the police too!" Chris exclaimed.
  "Well. Time to go! I'll see you at the foundation!" Michael waved as he got in KARR.
  Then they drove away.
  "Miss? Are you okay?" a police officer now arrived and looked at me.
  He sat next to me, looking compassionate. Now Nicki, Ninette und Chris were asked questions too. I don't know anymore what we told them. Something like 'We only trespassed the bridge when it collapsed and saw a car causing it to do that'. My parents were now allowed to come to us, and hugged me tight. I looked at SST, our second family car. We were told that we weren't allowed to go to school for the rest of the week, which meant three days off. The rest of the day, I thought about the incident. I had to tell Michael or someone else. Maybe we could figure something out.

  At 4pm, while watching YouTube, my phone showed a new message.

WhatsApp:

Other Carlover has invited you to the group Worldtravelling!

  That was strange. I opened WhatsApp.

You
Guys? What is this group?|

Other Carlover
|That, my dear, is the chat
|where we will talk about
|when you will be able to
|bring us with you

Nicki Heat
|Yep! Good idea, btw

Cleopatra
|Agreed! 👍

You
Seriously? *Sigh* I will|
soon, but not today. I|
have to do something|
first, I'm afraid|

Cleopatra
|Eh, good enough. Any
|'secret plans' you are
|hiding? 😉 Or what do
|you mean? 🤔😂

You
... I don't know if you|
REALLY want to|
know...|

Nicki Heat
|Anyone else suddenly
|worried...?

You
No need to worry. For|
now...|

Other Carlover
|I think my best friend
|is crazy...

You
You only THINK that?|

Cleopatra
|Gtg, sry, bye!

Nicki Heat
|Me too, bye

You
Bye!|

Other Carlover
|Bye! So...? Wayd?

You
I'm sorry Chris, but|
what?|

Other Carlover
|What Are You Doing?
|I just invented it. I
|think so at least

You
Aside from texting?|
Watching YouTube.|

Other Carlover
|Cool. Me too.

  Just now I heard my mom ask me for help with hanging up the laundry. I replied to her:
  "In a second!"

You
Sry, gtg, bye!|

Other Carlover
|No prob, ttyl

  After some time, I was finished with the laundry. It was roughly 5 or 6pm and I put on some music and read. Though I just couldn't concentrate. I had to sort that out, but how? They could know if I told FLAG, but if I didn't it would be as bad.

+49 176 257990
|Klara? It's me, Michael!

  This text appeared out of nowhere on my screen. I was shocked, and just looked at my phone. After half a minute another text appeared.

+40 176 257990
|Did you read that?

  I opened SMS.

Are you really Michael?
How did you get a
phone?

So you did see the
message!

Michael, if it's really
you, go on the appstore
and get an app called
'WhatsApp'

Okay!... How?

Klick on the Button with
the house on it, and
search for an shopping bag
icon titled 'Playstore'.
Go on the search bar on
top, it has a magnifying
glass on it, and type
'WhatsApp'

  After a minute or two, he replied:

I can't. They want me to
make an... Email Account?
What's that?

Alright. I'll help you. An
E-Mail is an online mailbox.
You can get messaged and write
messages from it. Write in the
first box '[email protected]',
then get a password.

  A few minutes later, I got a message on WhatsApp:

+49 176 257990
|Dome!

You
Great! What is it?|

  Meanwhile I made a new contact for Michael.

Michael
|How are you?

You
I am fine. But thanks.|

Michael
|Really? Didn't seem like it...

  I sighed, but gave up. I had to tell him.

You
Michael? I... messed up.|
Completely.|

Michael
|Why do you think that?

You
I... May or may not have|
agreed to get KITT's|
blueprint. They threatened|
to kill my friends if I hadn't|
done that. I'm sorry.|

Michael
|... At least you were
|honest. We can sort it
|out. Who threatened
|you with that?

You
The guys who robbed the|
bank. I'm sorry, but I had to|
protect my friends|

Michael
|We'll get that sorted out.
|I understand that, and I
|would have done that too.
|See you at the foundation!

You
Thank you, Michael. See you!|

  I sighed. I felt better, now that I have told them. But that didn't mean everything was alright. It was actually the opposite. 'Enough of the negative thoughts! We'll sort it out later!' I scolded myself. The rest of the day was pretty normal.

  "Chlara? I want to speak with you. In the semi," Devon stated as soon as I walked in. And the bad feeling returned. Great!
  "Of course," I nodded and walked out. We arrived at the semi.
  "After you," he gestured to the entrance of the semi.
  "Chlara?"
  Wait a minute. I knew that voice...
  "Mister Morgan! Mister Knight! Nice to meet you again. Where are the AIs?"
  "Still in the hangar. A certain Pontiac came to us. And he told us what you had planned to do." Tyler's voice was cold. I looked at him, showing no signs of shame whatsoever.
  "I did it, because I had to protect my friends. If I had had the choice back then, I would have taken it. But I didn't. So, be angry, ashamed, or suspicious all you want. I had no choice."
  Silence for some seconds.
Mike looked a bit less hard, almost pityfull.
  "That doesn't matter. It only makes things more relatable." Tyler stated.
I pulled myself together to not just lose it.
  "I want to tell you that we found your car. The BMW," he suddenly said.
  "A salmonsilver limousine with '750i' written at the tail?" I asked hopefully, and at the same time a bit terrified.
  He nodded.
  "Then what are we waiting for!? We have to-" Mike cut me off
  "YOU won't go anywhere. YOU will get the plan for the criminals."
  "Umm, do I have to?"
  "Yes. But we have a plan. You'll get caught by us while 'stealing' the plan, but get away with it. So you will give it to them anyway and get sent away from us, although you tried to explain it. Everything after that is up to you and them. Send us your location, alright? The plan is in Devon's office. Good luck, you only have a few minutes," Tyler now explained.
  Now knowing what to do and feeling a bit better, I walked off. Suddenly someone tipped on my shoulder. I immediately looked at the unknown man. He only gave me a note and walked off.

To Chlara Mistić
Get the blueprint and bring it to the car formerly known as 'McQueen'. Mr. Morgan has seen it. Ask him.
From no one you have to know.

  Well, shit. I turned around and nearly bumped into Tyler.
  "Where is McQueen? I need to know!"
  After a confused look he said:
  "In LA near a thrift shop, it's called 'Pepe's Thrift Store, why?"
  "I... I just wanted to know so I could take a look at him. But first I want to check something, or better, someone, on the files in Devon's office," and I walked away.
  You could see the suspicion on Tyler. He was a pretty good actor. Or maybe he wasn't even acting. I sprinted up the stairs and reached the office.
 
  Now, I know what most of you think. 'Isn't it in movies that every time a plan gets explained, it immediately fails?' This isn't a movie, if it fails, it fails. But not because it was explained before. Anyway, back to the story.

  I pushed down the door handle of the office and stepped in. I closed the door behind me, and took my time to find the blueprint. Although not too much, to not show that it was all just an act. I finally found them and was on my way out, when RC stepped up and asked me, in front of the door and thus blocking my path:
  "What are you doing? You know that that is KITT's blueprint, don't you?"
  "I wanted to study them so I could understand KITT and KARR better."
  "Really."
  He crossed his arms.
  "And why didn't you tell us?"
  "I didn't know where you guys were."
  "Funny. I just asked Morgan where     you were. And he told me you wanted to check something on the files. And I know that the criminals we are trying to get want to get the blueprint..."
  "RC, you really think that I would team up with people who have nearly killed my friends?"
  "Why do you have the blueprint Chlara?"
  "None of your business," I sounded a bit annoyed.
  "Yoh made a deal with them, didn't you?"
  "Why should I?"
  "Did they blackmail you? We can sort it out, you know? Just give me the blueprint, and-"
  I started running towards the balcony, broke through the doors and jumped down. I landed on some flowers and immediately teleported near the thrift store in an alley way. There he was. Not taking my eyes off him, I started walking towards McQueen. One of the few cars that could really make me cry my heart out. Suddenly, someone tipped on my shoulder. It was a young man, his hair was so light you could mistake it with blonde hair. His eyes were a lighter green. Smiling, he said:
  "Someone who could send us to jail, and still gives us what we want. Ironic."
  I rolled my eyes and frowned.
  "I don't want to have gone through all this trouble for no reason. So just take it and fuck off."
  To my surprise he smiled even wider.
  "You are a pretty good agent. You do have potential. And FLAG fired you,-"     I cut him off.
  "How do YOU know?"
  "Because they caught you getting the blueprint and they decided that. Or better, they ARE deciding. Hear me out. We could use someone like you, and we have your beloved car. So, win-win I'd say. What do you say?"
  That was where it got difficult. I had to show no interest at first, and then begin to be curious. If I did it wrong, they would suspect that something was wrong.
  "I don't know... I would never kill or help criminals!"
  He laughed really short.
  "You think you have a choice there? They FIRED you. And no one would hire someone that stole secret plans. Besides, you don't have to kill anyone." Then he added "I can see that you are more interested. Like I said, you don't really have a choice there."
  I thought for a second, sighed, and then hesitantly said:
  "... I guess... Alright. But don't expect me to be comfortable with that."
  I felt like the biggest scum on earth, even though I only acted. And with that I got in, on the driver side and now officially being a criminal. I felt awful, and that paired with getting a guilty conscience pretty fast was really bad for me. But hey! At least my cover didn't blow!

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