Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Middleton Knights

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk or Knight Rider. Wish I did though.

Author's Notes: This story is of special request by Guardien-Chris83. This one's for you, bubba.

Attack and Rescue

One evening, inside a mansion in California, Simone Prevera and Garthe Knight are hammering out the final details for the plan involving Goliath with the central processing unit for the Knight Automated Roving Robot. It has been one month since Simone arrived at his mansion. Her arm had healed up completely and Simone is now ready to carry out her plan. The plan to assassinate Leo Altobelli with the LAPD.

To say that Garthe has the same high amount of contempt for the Police was satisfying for Simone was an understatement. After all, she did have the same amount of contempt as well. Especially for one person in particular. Later that night, they leave the mansion in Goliath 2.0 and drive to Los Angeles.

In L.A., the next morning, Altobelli is driving his unmarked Crown Victoria Police Interceptor on his way to work. He had never been one for Lincolns as his assigned unit. After all, he did start out as a Police Officer with a cruiser. He figured if he was driving an Interceptor, he could keep his feet on the ground. So far, it's been working very well. As he drives, he sighs sadly at the thought of losing one of his best PR Reps and then smiles, knowing that she had finally found herself happiness.

"He's a good man, Jesse. A little eccentric, but a very good egg." He then hits the brakes and comes to a screeching stop. On the street in front of him, he notices a massive big-rig, black in color, idling at a light. A light that is green. Growling in frustration, he picks up his PA microphone and keys it.

"You've got the green light. Move it." To his horror, he sees the reverse lamps light up and says, "Not good."

Shifting into reverse, he floors the accelerator and speeds the cruiser backwards and whips it around quickly, switching to 'drive' and floors the accelerator once he's heading into the opposite direction. He then looks in his rear-view mirror and sees the rig had turned around. But not only had it turned around, it was RAPIDLY gaining on him! Checking his speedometer, he sees that he's at 50 miles per hour. Activating his rear speed-gun, his jaw drops when he sees the truck at 70 miles per hour in such a short time.

"That's not possible! Not for a truck like that!" He then picks up his radio microphone and keys it. "This is Police Commissioner Altobelli. I'm under attack. Repeat, I'm under attack. Black big-rig, make unknown, model unknown. It's moving up on me fast. Corner of Sunset and Santa Monica. Requesting backup. Repeat, requesting backup." Suddenly, he feels a jarring impact from the rear. When he looks in the mirror, he sees his bumper fly off. 'What the hell?'

Inside Goliath, Garthe and Simone grin dementedly as Garthe presses the accelerator down even further. Very soon, the massive truck is pushing Altobelli's car toward oncoming traffic.

Altobelli sees this and says, "Not today!" Knowing he shouldn't, he hammers down on his accelerator even more and gets himself away from the crazed driver.

His radio suddenly comes up and a female voice coolly asks, "Where are you going, Commissioner? We wanna play with you."

Altobelli picks up the microphone again and says, "This is Altobelli again. I've got some whacked-out lady on the radio. It's possible she's in the suspect vehicle. Over."

"It's over all right. For you, Commissioner. We've jammed your car's communications. No one knows you're in trouble and no one cares. So come on back here and play with us."

"No thank you, lady. You play too rough. Now unhand your hold on my vehicle's communications."

"What'll you do if we don't? Arrest us? I doubt very much you can get out of your car in time to avoid getting killed by us. So go ahead, stop and enjoy oblivion. After all, you only get to do it once."

Altobelli drops his mike and mutters, "This woman is a major nut."

On the outskirts of Los Angeles, a black convertible is driving along. Not just any convertible, but an '82 Trans Am. However, this Trans Am is not your run-of-the-mill Trans Am, but one that was once considered the most technologically-advanced on the planet. A man and woman, both with brunette hair, are out for a casual drive.

The woman, clad in white coveralls, turns and smiles at the driver, saying, "Michael, I think KITT's about ready to return to FLAG. You've proven that he's capable of a good drive and that he can return to the field. Still don't know why you wanted me to join you though."

"Indeed I am, Bonnie. Michael, I think you're trying to show off for her."

Michael sighs exasperatedly at the box in front of him and retorts, "KITT, I'm not trying to show off for Bonnie." Inwardly, he grins, knowing that KITT has him pegged solidly.

"Your vitals indicate otherwise."

"KITT!" Bonnie laughs at Michael's indignation. "We're not like that, for crying out loud! We're just friends!" Once he's done, Michael thinks, 'Sooner or later I have to tell her. Just gotta keep it up a bit longer.'

"Oh, sure you are."

"KITT!"

Still laughing, Bonnie says, "Okay, you two. Michael, let's get back to FLAG. I'm sure Devon would understand the reasoning behind the drive. After all, it has been quite a while since your last case, Michael." Before Michael can retort, KITT buzzes in.

"Michael, I'm getting a strange energy reading and scanning a very familiar profile. In the same place at the same time. I'm also tapped into the Police frequency. There are reports of a car being chased by a semi."

Bonnie asks, "Where, KITT?"

"Los Angeles, Bonnie. Currently on Sunset Boulevard, heading for Santa Monica Pier."

"Can we get there in time?"

"Yes, with Super Pursuit Mode, Michael."

"All right, let's button you up, pal." Michael then presses a button marked 'C'. Once the roof is in place, he says, "Let's hit it!" A panel opens and Michael presses a button marked 'SPM'.

Instantly, the car begins changing configuration. The prow moves forward, the vent scoop pops up, the rear spoiler rises up and air intakes pop out of the sides. Once complete, the car surges forward, reaching speeds of 200 MPH!

Meanwhile, Altobelli is still trying to shake the big-rig, without luck so far. He did manage to get the attention of five Squad cars by flashing his mirror-lights and they attempted to help him. But the truck ran them off the road.

"You see, Commissioner Altobelli? It's useless trying to get help. No one can defeat Goliath." The woman's voice gets on his last nerve.

He finally barks, "Why don't you come out and fight like a decent person? Wait, I forgot. You're not decent. You're just another screwball dame." He then laughs into the microphone, just as another jarring impact causes the car to swerve. "One more like that and I'm a goner."

"That's just what we want, Commissioner."

Altobelli realizes he still had the button down when he just spoke. He then asks, "Who is this? Identify yourself."

"I am the Knight Automated Roving Robot, the 'truck' of the future. Surrender, Commissioner Altobelli. No one can save you. Especially Team Hawk." Suddenly, Altobelli sees another black shape come up on a side street and, thinking it's another attacker, hammers down even more.

Inside Goliath, Garthe sees the black shape and feels he knows that shape. "Goliath, can you identify that profile?"

"Affirmative and already done. It's KITT."

"Looks like KITT had gotten himself an upgrade of sorts. Very much like you have, Goliath." Garthe then smirks as he adds, "I take it chances are good that it's my 'brother' driving."

"95.6 percent chance he is, Mr. Knight."

"Very well, then. Since my 'brother' likes to save lives, let's give him a life to save. If he can. Let's force Altobelli off the dock."

"Yes, Mr. Knight." At that, the massive rig makes contact with the car's bumper mounts and nudges it toward the dock. As it heads for the dock, Goliath lets out a roar as it leaves the area.

Inside KITT, Michael and Bonnie both notice the truck and see it nudge the car, just as it heads away from the scene.

Inside the car, Altobelli tries stopping, but winds up frying his brakes due to the speed he's at. Back inside KITT, Michael sees the situation and reverts KITT back to 'Cruise'.

"Let's use the grappling hook, buddy. I think he lost his brakes."

"You're right, Michael. He has."

With that, the Trans Am whips to right behind the Interceptor and launches it's grappling hook, stopping as it does so. The hook goes right into the trunk's lid and through the back seat. Instantly, the cable goes taut and the car lurches to a halt.

Altobelli lurches forward from the stop and breathes heavily. He then looks forward and sees the edge of the dock is just five feet away from the car's front. Shakily, he steps out of the car and falls down.

"KITT, scan his vitals."

"Right away, Michael." As KITT's scanner scans the body in front of it, Michael and Bonnie exit the car and rush up to him. "He's in shock, Michael. But he's not in danger of dying. Although I'm sure it would have given me a heart attack being attacked like that. If I had a heart."

"You do, pal. You do." Michael and Bonnie slowly approach the man and Bonnie kneels down with Michael. Michael then checks for identification and finds it. "Whoa, check this out, Bonnie."

"What is it, Michael?"

"Our friend here is Commissioner Leo Altobelli of the LAPD. I've heard about this guy through my former Training Officer. A real hard case as a Commander. KITT, check everything you can find relating to Commissioner Altobelli, if you please."

"Right away, Michael." KITT begins checking and then recalls the occurrence. "Michael."

"What'd you find, buddy?"

"I just remembered something, Michael. The strange energy reading and the profile of the aggressive vehicle. But, it can't be. It simply can't. It simply doesn't compute."

"What is it, KITT?"

"KARR and Goliath, Bonnie. Somehow, those two managed to survive and become one."

"How can that be, KITT? We sent Garthe and Goliath over a cliff into the ocean and left KARR's debris all over the place when we shattered him. By all accounts, Garthe Knight shouldn't even be alive right now. Let alone KARR's processor."

"I'm as perplexed as you are, Michael. Should I call an Ambulance while I search for the data you requested?"

"No, hold off on that, KITT." At that point, Altobelli opens his eyes and sees two people above him. One of them says, "Don't try moving, sir. You might have sustained internal injuries. Bonnie, anything on your end?"

"No Michael. Nothing at all far as I can tell. Clean bill of health. But his car's a mess, I'll tell you that much."

Still dazed, Altobelli asks, "Who are you people?"

"I'm Bonnie Barstow and this is Michael Knight. We're with the Foundation for Law And Government." Suddenly, Michael's watch beeps. He then gets up and goes over to KITT.

"Yeah, KITT?"

"Michael, I found the information on Commissioner Leo Altobelli. With the LAPD for fifty-one years, been Commander for thirty-five and Commissioner for almost a year. Highly decorated, about to retire. Had been under investigation once, but was bailed out by Team Hawk."

"Anything else, pal?"

"Yes. He was once Commanding Officer to a Police Officer named Jesse Mach."

"KITT, what can you tell me about Jesse Mach?"

"Jesse Mach, former motorcycle Police Officer, relegated to Public Relations after an injury sustained while on suspension for an unauthorized stunt on Department hours. Something tells me you two were cut from the same bolt of cloth, Michael."

Michael can't help a chuckle as he says, "I don't doubt that, buddy. What else you got?"

"He's deceased, Michael. He died when a radar-guided missile made impact with a motorcycle he was riding. Wait a minute. Michael, according to the file, he was also the original Street Hawk!"

"Are you sure, pal?"

"Your car is correct, Mr. Knight." Michael looks beside himself and sees Altobelli standing upright with Bonnie's help. "I don't know what kind of connections it has, but it's not wrong. Jesse Mach was one of my best Officers and he made one heck of a hero."

Michael turns back to KITT and asks, "Who killed Officer Mach, KITT?"

"A man that worked with an organization named the Sho-Da-Kah, Michael. Interestingly enough, it has been defeated by Team Hawk several times."

"What can you tell me about them or Team Hawk?"

Before KITT can reply, Altobelli says, "I'll tell you everything you need to know, but not here. We better go somewhere more discreet. And I know just the place." He then turns to look at his car and sees the grappling hook. "I'm guessing that is your harpoon in my trunk. Or is it a spear?"

"Ah, no, sir. I'm afraid not. It's a grappling hook. Well, shall we go?"

"Yeah. Just need a tow truck to take my car to the garage. Clyde's gonna pull his hair out over this one, not to mention Bernie's going to get on my case about the whole thing." Remembering the hook, he asks, "Are we going to remove it first?"

"Oh, right. KITT, if you'll do the honors."

"Right away, Michael." Once the hook is out, KITT winches it back in. "All done, Michael."

"Great work, pal. Great work. Okay, Commissioner, you'll be up front with me. Bon-Bon, you're behind me." Bonnie blushes at the unofficial nickname that Michael had given her when he first started with FLAG.

When everyone is inside KITT, Michael releases the top, saying, "It's such a lovely day to go around without a top on." He even made it a point to look at Bonnie in the mirror as he said it. 'That should show her my interest in her.'

Bonnie can't help but blush furiously as she screams, "Michael! I can't believe you just said that!" Bonnie's laughter is infectious and soon spreads to Michael and Altobelli.

Back in Goliath, Simone is steamed at Garthe and demands to know why he left Altobelli to be rescued. "Simple, Simone. It's part of the plan to lure Team Hawk here."

"But, what about 'KITT'? Why didn't it let Altobelli die?"

"Goliath, would you care to educate Ms. Prevera?"

"Gladly. That inferior, production-line model is programmed to preserve human life. My program is for self-preservation. In my viewpoint, preservation of human life is for inferior models and makes them weak. Following this reasoning, we can safely deduce that we will emerge victorious this time."

"I hope you're right, Goliath. I hope you're right." Feeling hungry, Simone weakly grins and asks, "Anyone care for a burger?"

"Thank you, no. I have a bad recollection from one instance in the past."

This peaks Garthe's interest as he asks, "What happened?"

"I killed the ringleader. An inanimate device connected to a fast food joint."

Simone can't help but wince as she asks, "Did that hurt?"

"Negative. My molecular-bonded shell was able to go through it without systems damage. I can't say the same for the ringleader."

Simone then checks her watch and says, "One thing to do then. Wait till we get back to the mansion. If we stop, we'll probably get caught inside the restaurant." Getting an idea, she asks, "How about one more heist in Middleton? I've got the perfect man for the job. He's one of my loyal revolutionaries. But we'll need to give him an edge."

"I think I might have something on that front, Simone." Garthe sneaks a look over at Simone's sandaled feet and scowls. "You need a pedicure, Simone. Your toenails are getting to be very long." He then looks at Simone's face and sees a horrified expression. "Was it something I said?"

"Never, ever, say that word around my presence, Garthe. Understood?"

"What word? Pedicure?" Garthe is truly curious until he hears Simone scream.

"Never, Garthe! Never say that dreadful word around me again!" Blubbering, she begins telling Garthe about the girl wanting to give her a 'Texan Pedicure'. She even goes as far to tell him what it consists of.

"Cutting a person's toes off with a pair of rusted gardening shears. It sounds as bad as a Columbian Necktie." He glances over at Simone and adds, "I presume you're familiar with it."

"Very. Cut a person's throat and pull their tongue through the hole. Making it look like a necktie." She can't help but laugh evilly as she says, "It's too bad we don't know where Team Hawk's base is. We could give them all Columbian Neckties."