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Micheal grimaced against the sunlight as he strode out of the building. Trying to stop a politician with the self-preservation instincts of a suicidal gerbil was hard enough but the guy was such a . . . What was that term he'd heard Devon use? Ah, yes.
Pompous Politicaster.
He wasn't entirely sure what the second part meant but it certainly fit. Micheal personally just called the guy an annoying asshole. Probably meant the same thing. If the guy made another disparaging comment about about voters Micheal was going to push him in front of a car himself, save the assassins the effort.
The only good thing about the guy was that he viewed everyone equally. As less important then gum on the bottom of his shoe.
Man, he hated this job.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. He couldn't wait for it to be over. He dropped his hand back to his side and grabbed the handle to KITT's door, pulling it open and collapsing into the driver's chair in relief. Just five minutes. Just five minutes away from this guy was all he needed. Just five minutes.
He took off down that driveway, feeling a minute sense of relief as the distance grew.
“Micheal, where are we going?” KITT asked, breaking the blessed silence.
Micheal sighed and pushed down his frustration. “Just a short drive around the block.” he assured the AI.
“If that is your intention might I suggest a U-turn at the next intersection? We missed the turn to circle Senator Morrison's block fifteen yards back.” the computer paused and spoke again before Micheal could respond. “Devon is calling.” he declared.
Micheal gritted his teeth and tried to take a deep breath. “Put him though.” he instructed, surprised that his voice actually came out even.
Devon's frowning face appeared on the monitor and he could barely smother the put upon groan in time. Looked like he was due for a lecture. What had he done this time?
“Micheal, what is this I hear about you abandoning your post?” Devon demanded, voice hard and scolding and eyes sharp beneath a furrowed brow.
“Are you kidding me?” Micheal exclaimed in disbelief, frustration exploding out of him as the last of his composure finally snapped. “Devon, I haven't even been gone a minute! He had to have called you before I was even out the door!”
“To be precise he exited Senator Morrison's residence one minute and twenty-five seconds ago.” KITT corrected, ever so helpful.
Micheal shot a scowl at the monitor but KITT just whirred innocently. If he was a human, Micheal suspected he'd be rocking back and forth on his heels and whistling to himself.
'Unemotional, my ass.' Micheal thought moodily.
“Might I remind you that Senator Morrison's life is at stake?” Devon demanded, tone scathing in reprimand. “Now is not the time to go for a joy ride!”
“Might I remind you that Senator Morrison is the biggest jerk to ever crawl out of a hole in the ground?” Micheal ground out, hands tightening on the wheel. “If I didn't get out of there I'd have thrown him off a cliff myself.”
“Micheal,” KITT drew out his name, giving the impression that he was concerned for his driver's sanity. “according to my records, Senator Morrison has never been in any holes much less crawled out of them nor are there any cliff in this state, at least none of any considerable size.”
Micheal felt a pulse of pain behind his eyes. “KITT.” he growled in warning, glaring at the AI's speaker.
Devon gave him an almost parental look of disapproval. “Really, Micheal, these fits of temper are unbecoming. I expect more professionalism from you.”
“I'll fit your tempers.” Micheal grumbled under his breath, scowl deepening and brow furrowing as the pain grew at the base of his skull, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.
Devon's head drew back and he blinked, staring at him in bemusement. “Well, you're even more incomprehensible then usual.” he tilted his head slightly, a hint of concern crossing his face. “KITT, is Micheal quite alright?”
“Micheal appears to be suffering from an increasing discomfort in his skull.”
Devon's eyes widened, startled, then frowned sharply, brow furrowing in confusion. “What?”
“He is suffering the early stages of a migraine, Mr. Miles.” KITT clarified helpfully, a hint of what one could almost convince themselves was apology in his voice.
“I'm fine.” Micheal snapped, not wanting them to fuss. “Don't worry.” he winced as a sharp pain went through his head
“I see.” Devon's said thoughtfully then his expression softened. “I suggest you pick up some aspirin before returning to the Senator's. I'll see what I can do about having someone replace you.”
Micheal felt a feeling of warm affection for the older man go through him, not caring as he usually would at the thought of someone taking over his assignment. “Thanks, Devon.” he said, wincing as another pulse of agony went off behind his eyes. He held up a finger, shooting Devon a sharp look. “But if Morrison gets himself killed taking a smoke on his balcony after I told him ten times not to I refuse to take any responsibility for that.”
Devon smiled slightly, amusement making his eyes sparkle. “Understood. I hope you feel better soon, Micheal.” he said and signed off.
Micheal shifted in his chair and adjusted his grip on the wheel, grimacing in pain as his head throbbed. Hopefully by tonight he would be able to hide in bed and not acknowledge the world for three days.
It was nice of Devon to get him off this rotten assignment.
It was nice to have someone watching out for him.