Brotherhood Of The Wolves

by homel001

Disclaimer: All rights to the show and it's characters belong to the late Glen. A. Larson. This is the second story in the Knight Rider '86 series. Set in a fictional Season Five of the original series.

Chapter One

A lone sedan explored the peaceful and serene country roads. It's occupants basked in the warm Californian sunlight. They had been travelling for miles. Their destination was the city of Los Angeles. It had been quite a pleasant trip out of town very little traffic around. Behind the wheel, Devon Miles and his passenger Bonnie Barstow were enjoying the sights and sounds of the country. They rarely ever got to go out on pleasure trips but for once, they both felt it was necessary. Michael and KITT were already returning to the foundation after an Assignment in Arizona so they had some extra time to unwind. Devon's classical songs were playing over the radio, proving a relaxed aura into the cabin. However, Devon was rarely one to talk about anything else apart from Foundation business.

"So with all that said and done, we should be able to win that contract with the CIA by the end of the month." He said as the conversation began to drag.

Bonnie smiled at the news. "That's brilliant Devon. I'm guessing that there will be perks to this new level of work?"

"Oh indeed there will. For starters, you'll be given a raise and a new budget to spend on the latest computer technology." Devon replied.

"I think KITT would be more excited than me."

Devon smiled at the budding computer tech's remark. "Indeed."

Time was gradually catching up on them, so they decided to cut across the country by taking a narrow side road. The drive continued on it's relaxing pace, the music still echoed in the cabin. Suddenly, Bonnie's eyes narrowed as she detected something lying in the middle of the road. She asked Devon to pull over. Both their anxiety levels began to rise. They found themselves staring at the lifeless remains of a body. Devon hurried out of the car, rushing over to the man. He carefully checked the body over only to find no physical scars and no pulse. He then found a small dart with blue fur, that had nestled itself in the back of the man's head. He recognised the type. It was a poison dart.

He called out to Bonnie: "Bonnie! This man is dead. He's been dead for some time. Contact the state police and get me Michael Knight on the line immediately!"

"I'm on it!" Bonnie replied as she reached for the car's inbuilt phone.

Thirty miles across the country, Michael and KITT were taking a leisurely stroll of their own. They were returning from Arizona after a simple courier job. As always, Michael sat back in his seat while he had KITT do the driving. His eyes were closed as he felt the wind ripple through his hair. He loved the fact that his car had been rebuilt to become a convertible as well as everything else. He had his music blare out over the speakers which was much to KITT's displeasure.

"Michael why do you still listen to this god awful piece of agonising sound? It's abusing my airwaves." KITT moaned.

"KITT, how can you not like "Boston"? They are amazing. They are my scene. I guess you could say that they are apart of me." Michael replied poetically.

"Really? Well that does make sense. This song is a mess, loud, undignified and is enough to repel a dozen sophisticated people. Much like you if I might add." KITT continued.

Michael lightly took offence to the statement. "Hey, when I said that it was apart of me I didn't mean you should actually analyse it."

"Why not? You both seem quite good for each other." KITT went on.

"Sure. Why not." Michael said with a chuckle.

The familiar sound of KITT's incoming call tone sounded, wiping the smile off of Michael's face.

KITT stated the obvious. "Michael, Devon's calling."

Michael answered the call. Devon's face appeared on the small monitor conveying his trademark expression of concern. The expression always made Michael shiver. He wiped the thoughts of relaxation off his mind.

"Yo' Devon! How was your trip with Bon-Bon?" He said.

"Not good I'm afraid. I need you back at the Foundation immediately." Devon responded over the video monitor. "I have another case for you. One that is very urgent."

"Okay. KITT and I will meet you at the Semi. We'll be there in Two hours." Michael sighed as he switched off the video screen. "Well KITT, I think we should hit the Super Pursuit Mode don't you think?"

"Agreed. At least I won't be able to hear this racket." KITT replied with another insult.

With the press of a button, KITT's roof emerged from the trunk and reattached itself to the top. Michael hit the SPM button followed by the "Passive Laser Restraint System". He rarely had to use the function unless it was absolutely needed. KITT transformed within seconds, his components became aerodynamic. The enhanced thrusters fired up, propelling them down the road at over Four Hundred Miles Per Hour. At that speed, Michael expected to arrive at the semi within the hour.

Later that day, the Semi truck made it's slow rendezvous with KITT. It lowered the ramp gently onto the road. Michael steered KITT into position, gently accelerating up onto the ramp and into the Semi. Devon and Bonnie sat there in silence. Trauma dominated their faces. They tried to process the incident from earlier in the hills. Bonnie had a long print out slip in her hand. It was information that Michael needed to read. The lone crusader exited the drivers seat, displaying a deep look of concern and puzzlement.

"Hey guys. I got here as fast I could." He said concerned. "What's going on? What's happened?"

Devon slowly stood up and met the ex cop in the eye.

"There has been a murder in the California hills. We discovered a body on the way back here." He explained. "A young man who we identified to be in his Mid Twenties. He was killed with a poison dart that was made out of Camphor wood."

Devon then opened a draw and pulled out the dart in question. He handed it to Michael before he continued.

"The Detective in charge of the investigation has kindly allowed me to keep this." He added. "I would like KITT to analyse it and trace it's origins."

Michael couldn't fight his confusion. "I don't understand. If the police are handling an investigation then how comes it's the Foundation's matter?"

"Because I requested that we should intervene. The foundation's already looking into it. I have contacted the board of directors personally by telephone. They have decided that this assignment should be given to you."

Michael sighed. "Okay well I guess I better look at the information. I assume it's everything we have on the victim?"

"That's right." Bonnie spoke as she handed Michael the print out. "His name was Charlie Denton. A student who had been studying Journalism at Harvard University. He was up there in the hills taking photos for an assignment when he was reported missing. He had never been heard from since. He has family in the city. A Mother, A brother and a Girlfriend."

Devon continued. "We speculate that he had discovered something that he shouldn't have seen. A theory that we have come across before on many occasions."

"Has his family been notified?" Michael asked with the one question on his mind.

"They have, that's where my job comes in." Bonnie answered instantly.

"Alright. KITT and I will trace this dart. We'll call you as soon as we get a lead."

Devon nodded in acknowledgement. "Okay and Michael, you know the drill. Be careful."

Michael took his seat behind the wheel. He fired up the engine, reversing out of the Semi. After hitting the street, Michael placed the dart firmly inside KITT's chemical analyser. They headed for the city limits while the roads were still clear. A computer composite of the dart appeared on the monitor just seconds later.

"So KITT, what are we dealing with here." he asked as he observed the chemical properties on the small monitor.

"It is a dart primarily used for hunting wild animals." KITT explained. "I have traced the source of the object to it's place of origin, as well as the store in which it was purchased. Which location would you like to visit first?"

"We'll hit the store first. Can you get me an address?

KITT scanned a map of the city, revealing the address with pin point accuracy.

"It's three miles west of this street. On the corner of Davidson Avenue. "He said." It is a local hunting equipment store.

Michael nodded his head. "Makes sense. Okay KITT, let's roll."

KITT cruised along the empty side streets, entering the suburbs of the city. With dusk quickly approaching, they wanted to gather a lead before the day was out.

Across town, a rusted up banger which was once a Cadillac rolled to a stop at a small country lookout point. Two men sat inside the vehicle. They were both scruffy, clothed in tatty rags and dusted boots. They both had a mark on the side of their necks. It was a pendulum symbol, a sign which marked their membership of a lethal Altruistic Cult. They sat there overlooking the city skyline when they began to calmly discuss the events of their latest victim.

"It has been done." The passenger reported. "We disposed of the kid quickly and quietly. There was no resistance."

"Excellent." The driver smiled. "Our mighty leader, Donovan will be pleased to hear that. Our compound must not be discovered by anyone."

The passenger nodded. "I know. I know. Look relax will you? I checked the film in his camera. I destroyed the photos along with the negatives. The outsiders won't have anything to go on."

The driver took a deep breath. "Alright. Lets get back there. It's going to be dark in an hour. We don't want to break curfew."

They immediately left the parking spot and headed into the countryside. They left nothing behind except a cloud of exhaust fumes and a locked box of secrets.