Knight Of The Falcons

by homel001

Disclaimer: All rights to the show and character belong to the late Glen. A Larson. This is my first Classic Knight Rider story. Set in a fictional Season Five of the classic show.

Chapter One

It was Three in the morning during the height of the summer season. The lights of San Francisco created a beautiful skyline which expanded beyond the horizon. At the Naval Security Depot, two lone security guards patrolled the grounds when they were approached by an unmarked Military Jeep. The guards approached the Jeep with caution. They never expected any visitors at that time of night. Casually waking over towards the Jeep, they knocked on the windows. The driver's window lowered, revealing a face behind the wheel. The Guards asked to see their ID's but they were met with an elaborate cover story.

"Sir, will you please show us some form of Identification?" The Guard asked calmly.

"I already told you. We're here from the California test site." The driver replied. "We're here to inspect your inventory. Here are our orders."

The driver handed the Guard a letter which had what appeared to be certified orders. "Okay let me verify this. Wait here please?"

But as the Guards turned to confirm the letter, the driver and the passenger exited the Jeep. They creeped up behind the Guards, knocking them out with the butt of their machine pistols. They then opened the gates and proceeded into the complex. They entered one of the secure hangars just a few minutes later. They felt around the inner wall, locating the light switch. The lights came on revealing an impressive experimental fighter jet. They had found what they wanted.

The driver smiled with excitement. "There she is. What a beauty. All we need to do is wait for the truck and we're going to haul this baby out of here. Where is Tony?"

"He should be here any minute." The Passenger replied, checking his watch.

Eventually, a flat bed truck arrived on the scene. It rolled up outside the main Hangar doors just as four men exited the vehicle. They loaded the jet onto the flat bed and made their quick exit into the night.

The Next day, Devon Miles, The Director of FLAG arrived at the scene. He had received a call in his office during his breakfast, forcing him to leave abruptly. When he eventually arrived at the scene, he immediately interviewed the two Security Guards with local police officers. Not long after he made the call, Michael Knight and KITT arrived on the scene. They gently pulled up into the parking lot, starting the day as if it was any other.

"Michael, Devon already appears to be on the scene. Is it really that serious?" KITT asked, his scanners assessed level of stress in Devon's body.

Michael rubbed his eyes and put on his Sunshades. "It sure looks that way buddy. Devon wouldn't have dragged us away from our fishing trip if it wasn't that urgent. Besides this place usually has some mean toys. Meaner than you."

"I am not mean." KITT took offence. "I am a friendly machine."

"I know you are KITT. I forget you get sentimental sometimes." Michael sighed as he exited the vehicle.

The frown on Devon's face always pierced Michael's fatigue. The ex cop knew that once he would stare into the Englishman's eyes, it would have his direct attention.

"Ah, Michael, I apologise to call you here at such short notice. I've just finished interviewing these two Security Patrol men." Devon said as Michael approached him.

"I can see. What happened here?" Michael replied, observing the area.

"There's been a robbery." Devon explained in great detail. "One of the top clearance hangers has been raided during the night. These two men claimed that four men, dressed in Military uniforms pulled up outside the main gates in an Unmarked Jeep. The driver attacked them from behind and proceeded with the robbery. Then this happened. At 3:45 am, a flat bed truck was seen transporting what appeared to be an aircraft of some sort under a blanket. They were heading out of the city. Possibly even out of the state."

The word "Aircraft" really attracted Michael's attention. "An aircraft? Just what exactly was it that they took?"

"A top secret experimental Jet. The XK-8 Falcon. Ever heard of it?"

"I did, but I thought it was only a myth."

"You really need to stop reading those conspiracy magazines, dear boy."

"Alright, so do we have anything to go on? Any leads?"

"Only one. Her name is Janice Davis. She is the blue prints designer for the XK-8 Falcon. She might be able to steer you in the right direction."

"Alright. Where can I find her?"

"Most likely her office at the Naval Intelligence Centre."

"Okay. Thanks." Michael acknowledged, spinning on his heels. "By the way, RCIII said he'd see you in a year. Oh and after this, I want my vacation as well.

KITT analysed the rather annoyed expression that spread across Michael's tired face. After the Four years he had spent on the road with him, he could read his partner like a book.

I had a feeling that our vacation was put on hold." he said as Michael started up the motor. "Where are we going?"

Michael sighed. "We're going to the Naval Intelligence Office. We've got a plane to find."

"A plane?" KITT didn't understand. "Michael, we are not leave the country are we?

"No pal we're not." Michael smiled. "We've got a lady to find."

After a Forty Five minute drive across town, Michael and KITT finally arrived at the Naval Intelligence Offices. KITT Pulled up outside the main entrance for Michael to exit. The place was like a maze. He hadn't seen so many people in one small building alone. After a few minutes of roaming the corridors, He arrived at the right department. Michael hated the bustling feeling. The immense power of the computers generated enough heat to turn the whole department into an oven. He hoped he was expected when he called out to the Secretary.

"Excuse me? Hi. I'm Michael Knight. I'm from the Foundation For Law And Government. Can I speak to Janice Davis please?" It seemed that getting the woman's attention had become a small challenge on it's own.

Suddenly, the young secretary bolted upright from her desk. "I'm sorry, how did you get in here? This is authorised personnel only."

"Oh my boss called ahead and gave me clearance." He told her, unamused at her attitude.

The Secretary then remembered a certain call. "Ah yes, Devon Miles. Ms Davis is in her office. I'll let you know you're waiting."

Michael entered the office without hesitation. He opened the door to see a young woman with blond hair, wearing her official navy uniform. Her office was a mess. Papers were not neatly stacked, the AC made terrible clanking noises. The young woman herself showed signs of stress which was due to her work load.

"Ah Mister Knight. Devon said you were coming. I'm Lt. Davis." She said introducing herself.

"Thanks for seeing me." Michael replied, accepting the hand shake. "I assume you heard the news about the theft of the XK-8 this morning? I'm here to investigate who took it and why?"

"Well I'd love to help you. The news spread fast around the office quicker than a bullet." Janice said. "Unfortunately I only draw up the blueprints. All the information is on a need to know basis. I don't have the clearance."

Michael didn't accept her answer. "Well can you at least tell me why they would want to steal it?"

"I'll see if there's a copy of the original prints." Janice replied thoughtfully. "If you care to follow me?"

Michael followed Janice into the records room. His mind was trained on her. He was unaware of a set of eyes that were following him. A man in an officers uniform stood up from his desk and casually followed them, batting the bustling crowds. He kept his distance, using the busy officers as a cover to conceal his identity. Inside the records room, Janice searched for the blue prints in an over stuffed filing cabinet. She flicked rapidly through the paper thin folders until she found what she was looking for. She pulled out a copy of the blueprints, placing them underneath the desk lamp. Michael got in close to take a sneak picture with his wrist watch. The picture had been directly sent to KITT's computers.

Michael studied the copy closely. "Wow this thing is deadly. Stinger missiles, Capable of VTOL, Has stealth capacity. If used on the wrong hands, this thing could be used for terrorism."

"That's right." Janice agreed. "This robbery is a huge threat to national security. The XK-8 is very valuable to the joint Navy and Army intelligences."

"So valuable that foreign buyers would want to get their hands on it."

"You sound so sure?"

"I've seen this happen before. Say, do you know the guy who designed the jet?"

"Yes. His name is Professor Joel Cox. He retired last month after he had a heart attack."

"Can you take me to him?"

"Sure. He lives at small lake house not far from here. I finish at 7 tonight."

"Alright. I'll pick you up then." Michael said, as he turned to leave." Thanks."

Michael left the office still unaware that the shady officer had been listening in on them. The man followed him at a distance, still using the officers for cover until he reached the main entrance. Once outside in the parking lot, he watched on as Michael entered KITT and left. He waited until the black trans am was no longer in sight when he headed to a pay phone.

"Hey it's me...yeah we might have a problem. A guy turned up at the office. He's snooping around...His name is Michael Knight...Yeah that's right. Knight. Want me to take care of him?...Sure. He's driving a black Trans Am...It's a Pontiac...He's coming back later to pick up the records lady...about 7...They're heading to the old Professor's place this evening."

"Okay. I'll take of it." A mysterious voice replied over the receiver. "I'll have the boys take care of this matter. I'm sending them into the city tonight."

The shady officer quickly ended the call. He quickly jumped back into his disguise, returning to the office.

Later that evening, Michael and KITT cruised down a quiet back street, towards the Foundation's semi truck. The air was still warm.

"KITT did you manage to get that copy of the blueprints from earlier?" Michael asked his A.I. friend.

"I did but the quality wasn't clear." KITT replied sarcastically. "I hope you don't decide to be a photographer."

"Well excuse me but it's not like I could say to her "Hey do you mind if I take a picture of your top secret plans?" Michael bantered.

"She might have agreed to it if you had said please."

Michael chuckled. "KITT."

"Yes Michael?"

"Shut up."

They pulled off the main street and headed down a dimly lit country road, where Semi sat patiently for them. KITT heads on up the ramp and into the trailer, rolling to a gentle stop. Michael stepped out, in order to stretch his legs. Devon and Bonnie had been expecting them along with their report of the day's events.

"Hey guys. I've got good news." He said as he slouched up against KITT's hood.

"Oh? I'm guessing you've found your first lead?" Devon replied, assuming Michael had gotten somewhere already.

"I hope so. Janice agreed to take me to the man who designed the XK-8 Falcon." Michael said. "His name is Joel Cox. I'm meeting her at 7 O'Clock after she finishes. Any news your end?"

"Unfortunately, we haven't been successful." Devon denied. "I've checked with the national guard, the police, even the Naval patrol in Alameda. There has been so sign of the flat bed truck. Whoever planned this theft was very clever with inside knowledge of the depot's security systems."

"Can we find out who?"

"Bonnie's been looking into it. We've been given access to the Navy's personnel files. So far we've turned up with nothing."

"There are over hundred officers who have the clearance to possess the access to the depot. It could be anyone of them." Bonnie interjected, as she read the information off of the small computer screen.

"And that's a lot of names to check out." Michael realised. "Maybe, Janice has an idea. It could be someone in her department."

"As always, it's a long shot but it's the only one we have at the moment." Devon said, rubbing the back of his head in frustration. "Is KITT ready?"

"I need an oil change, Devon thank you for asking." KITT answered. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but cars are allowed downtime too."

"I apologise." Devon replied. He still wasn't used to KITT's profound sense of emotion.

"Don't. KITT's been a little cranky all day." Michael assured his boss.

"Cranky? Michael, we've cruising the streets all day with out a single pit stop." Snarled KITT. "I may be the car of the future, but I still need to rest my circuits."

Bonnie smirked at her station as she approached KITT with her tool box. "Never a dull moment. Let's take a look at your suspension while we're at it?"

Michael stood to once side as Bonnie inspected KITT's systems. "Feel better now?" he asked him?

"I'll survive." KITT replied wittingly.

Michael and Devon looked at each other before they headed into the Kitchen area. A few hours rolled by as the semi cruised the highway into the heart of the city. Michael and KITT disembarked the semi and headed out into the summer's night. They arrived at the Naval Intelligence Centre shortly after. Janice waited by the door, checking her watch when Michael slowly pulled up outside.*

Michael rolled down the passenger window, greeting the young officer with a smile. "Hi. Get in."

"Thanks. I must admit, you're one for punctuality." Janice replied, as she took her seat in the passenger cabin.

"Well it's a first for me I must admit." Michael smiled.

They headed for the streets once more unaware that the shady officer had been following their every move. He stood there in the shadows, writing down KITT's license plate details. He passed on the details over the phone. His boss wasn't going to let them discover the truth.