[Debra's mission to require, basically Barret Whistler's file had fallen onto Marcus' shoulders. The questions he was asking himself now, they wouldn't stop flooding into his mind, no matter how hard he tried to focus his concentration on the ongoing screech of alarm he had set off only minutes before. Why was Debra after Barret's file, and ONLY his file? The one thing, however that strangely never crossed his mind was the fact that Debra might be being insincere.]
[But all of it aside, Marcus realized, he had to find his getaway car, and pickup Debra. While the alarm continued wailing away seemingly all around him, he scanned the car's in the parking lot, there weren't many, but it still seemed as if none of them were the one's intended for him, Marcus could smell setup already. But as his mind tripped over this hurdle, his eye caught the glare of black car that seemed to have flashing lights at the front, signalling for him to come nearer. Marcus blinked several times, to prove to himself that he wasn't hallucinating...]
[It was exactly what he thought, only in some pre-adolescent child of the eighties' dream could this happen. The sleek black car witnessed in homes around the globe for several seasons, mostly of the exact same thing. As Marcus' eyes drfted dreamily along the contours of the famed automobile, he caught a glimpse of something he regularly wouldn't have seen in any Knight Rider episode currently in existance... A woman leaning on the back of his would-be getaway car!]
Gaines: [Yelling to the woman.] Hey! What do you think you're doing? This isn't Car and Driver magazine or some article on Harley Davidsons. Get the hell off my car!
[As if suffering the biggest insult of her life, the woman recoiled in disgust at his comments.]
Woman: Hey now! I'll have you know that I don't just go leaning on anybody's car. You should feel damn privileged!
[Marcus ignored any remarks she might make, as he eagerly hopped into the car and instantly reveled in the leather seats he had always wished he could sit in when watching the show during his younger days. Lacking any regard for the woman who had as of now gone back to leaning on his car, Marcus revved the engine, savoring every purr of this dream car of the days from long ago; And leaving her to fall flat on her face, Marcus sped off into the night, and just in time as police vehicles finally arrived at the scene to answer the alarm.]
[Through the rear view mirror, he could see several of the cars pull out of the parking lot and follow along in his pursuit, this would be Marcus' first high speed chase, and to be honest, he wasn't even close to being prepared for what to expect. He floored the gas, but the officers continued gaining on him, it seemed so dire...]
Car: Hello Marcus, may I offer some assistance?
[It was just as he remembered from the television show. The nasal voice filtered through the car's radio. But no amount of fandom could prepare anyone for a talking car. Marcus looked around for a moment, then put his face as close to the dashboard as he could possibly muster while still trying to watch the road to the best of his ability.]
Gaines: Uhhmmm... Who said that?
[And as any talking car would, this one responded with witty sarcasm not seen since the Jetsons.]
Car: It's god, Marcus. Drive the car over a bridge and I shalt levitate thee into the arms of safety.
[Had the car said this to any sane person, they would have known it was laying on the sarcasm pretty thickly, but Marcus? He awkwardly turned the car into a direct line with an upcoming overpass railing.]
Gaines: You rule, god!
[The car, on it's own veered away from the railing and steered itself back onto the road. Marcus clutched at the wheel, trying forcefully to turn it back onto the course he had just had reversed by the car, itself.]
Gaines: [Through clenched teeth.] You know, god; for an omnipotent being you sure are grabby.
Car: Dammit, Marcus. I'm not god. I'm the car, would you please stop trying to veer the car over the overpass and let me drive?
[Marcus looked thoughtfully at the car, then let go of the steering wheel.]
Car: That's better. Debra sent me here to take you over to pick her up and deliver her to an indisclosed location to drop off those files you stole. One thing I hadn't counted on was the chance of a police chase.
[Nodding in agreement, Marcus looked over his shoulder to see the police in full-on pursuit, but still a ways behind them.]
Gaines: Well, neither did I... uhm... car...
Car: Please, call me kit.
[Marcus reclined in his chair as best he could and placed his arms behind his head.]
Gaines: Well, whatever you say, kit, I know I sure as hell wasn't counting on a police chase eit. And the fact is, there was only one file to steal. I was under the impression there'd be at least three. Do you know anything about that.
[Matter-of-factly.]
Kit: No, I didn't, Marcus. I was only told to pick you up and drive you to meet Debra.
[Marcus raised the chair.]
Gaines: Well, when we get Debra in here, I've got some questions to ask her.
[As Marcus looked ahead, he could see that the road ahead was a sharp turn that, if handled right would lead you alongside a rather large riverbed. However, kit continued to increase speed despite numerous road sign warnings.]
Gaines: Uhm, Kit. You'd better slow down. At this speed we're going to kareen right into that river...
[He anxiously watched kit continue to increase in speed, while the riverbed grew closer and closer.]
Gaines: Kit, don't do this! You've got a lot to live for... YOU'RE A TALKING CAR FOR GOD'S SAKES!
Kit: Don't worry, Marcus. But I'd advise you to buckle your seatbelt.
[Marcus turned to his side in the chair, quickly buckled his seatbelt up, then braced his hand on the dashboard as he prepared for the impact that was sure to follow.]
Gaines: Kit, I hope you know what you're doing!
[He covered his eyes with his free hand. As kit finally reached it's maximum speed, it reached the edge of the riverbank and launched itself high into the air, and barreled it's way over the riverbed landing safely on the otherside.]
[The impact of the landing could've given just about anyone whiplash, as it jarred lose Marcus' hand from his eyes. He looked behind him to see the police officers standing outside of their cars and slamming the roof as hard as possible at the getaway.]
Gaines: Damn, I thought cops only did that in the Dukes of Hazzard!
Kit: I really wish you'd have trusted me, Marcus.
Gaines: All right, Kit. I'm sorry... It's just that whenever I see that I'm about to drive into a lake or anything else that could potentially make me die I get a little nervous. Sorry, force of habit.
Kit: That's quite all right, Marcus.
[Kit began driving along some of the side roads, and eventually Marcus found himself in a familiar neighbourhood.]
Kit: Debra is set to meet us somewhere around here. Oh wait, there she is.
Gaines: Uhm Kit. When Debra gets in the car. Let me drive, okay? I want to scare her into telling me some straight answers.
Kit: Understood, Marcus.
[As kit drove to a halt in front of Debra, she climbed in elegantly, looking as radiant as she always did. However, there was a certain dirtiness to her, not anything sexy or alluring, it was something that made her seem different than what Marcus was always used to. As soon as she sat down, she looked at Marcus with a determined expression upon her wilfull face. Marcus ignored it and put the car into drive, already trying to figure out what he could do to get her tell him the truth about this little errand he was forced to go on.]
Debra: Well? Did you get the files?
[A smirk formed on his lips, he raced the car into third gear and drove onto the highway.]
Gaines: Well, depends on what you mean by file, in the plural form.
[She looked at him dryly.]
Debra: What are you talking about.
[He laughed sarcastically as his foot floored the accelerator.]
Gaines: Well, I'm there in the records room. And I'm looking throught the files that start with the letter "w" and I find the most amazing thing... there is only one file that starts with "W"... Barret Whistler... why exactly did you send me to get Barret Whistler's file, Debra?
[Perceptively, she stared at him, not wide-eyed, not scornfully, just a blank stare. He waited patiently for her to respond as he swerved in and out of traffic. Surprisingly she didn't seem to notice the driving at all.]
Debra: I won't lie to you, Marcus. I knew only Barret had a file there. But the truth is: Barret was bad for my practice. If it went on my file that I was dating a patient I'd be eaten alive by the medical board.
[Marcus nodded.]
Gaines: Then why have me steal it? Why not just have me burn it or something?
Debra: Because then there would be a possibility of someone realizing it was gone and doing a huge search for this missing file. I know some of these people that keep the records, Marcus. They won't stop until they have everything accounted for.
[It all made some sense now, but Marcus still found some loose ends in the story.]
Debra: Geez, Marcus. I can't believe you wouldn't trust me. I love you, babe. But can we please deliver the file to my friend down at Infogram systems? It's downtown?
Gaines: Sure.
[Marcus still had trouble believing it. He quickly gained his nerve, and pulled into a skid, causing the car to upturn halfway.]
Debra: [Incredulously.] MARCUS! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
[Marcus laughed as he continued to keep the car on two wheels as he went drove past the two cars on either side of him.]
Gaines: What the hell does it look like I'm doing. I'm driving on two damn wheels; Haven't you ever seen the movie twins? This is practically a natural occurence on a highway this size!
[Debra braced herself in the car with both arms resting tightly against different parts of the car.]
Debra: Marcus, this is some severely erratic behaviour from you... I think we better schedule an appointment for you, and fast.
[He glanced her way to see her reach into her purse and pull out her pocketbook, she opened it to a page and began scribbling a date inside of it.]
Gaines: What are you doing? Can't you see I'm doing something rather exciting here?
[She fingered through her book while the car wobbled from the imbalance of driving on two wheels.]
Debra: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm setting an appointment up for you. Hmmm, I think in a week's time we can set something up. Oh, by the way, I want you focused on Reina after today... I want you to breath, sleep and eat Reina knowledge... you're putting that b!tch down on the mat!
[Marcus looked shock, he quickly turned the car and flipped it back onto four wheels.]
Gaines: Dammit Debra, I was just doing something you'd only see once in a blue moon and you start talking to me about Reina?
[She placed a finger in the crease of the pocketbook and looked at him.]
Debra: Marcus, this is exactly what I'm talking about. Everytime is a time to discuss your opponent. It's stupid stunts like what you just did that keeps people off of their game. Reina isn't someone to take lightly like she seems to take you... you show her what underestimation leads to.
[Marcus finally straightened the car out on the road and turned off of the highway]
Gaines: I know, I know. Reina isn't someone who takes anyone very seriously. It's too bad she's so damned ugly, or I'd compare her to myself.
[Debra chuckled.]
Debra: Okay, well you keep thinking about Reina, okay? Stop here, I'll deliver this file to my friend and we'll discuss this later. I'll see you at home.
[Marcus pulled to a stop and she got out without any goodbye's or kisses. This was the Debra Coleman only Marcus saw. However, if he knew the full truth, he'd realize that wasn't a good thing. As he pulled away, watching her enter the building, he couldn't help but wonder what was the truth, and was a lie anymore. Debra was becoming more trouble than Marcus could hope to cope with...]