Bolting the basement door from the outside, Adler cursed again. Stupid
Chevy. it was a lose end that shouldn't have been.he thought since he had
reported it stolen. Well. More plans to be made. Thomas walked back to the
study. He had moved the rest of the money. Even though it was just ones and
fives over the months it had grown into quite an amount. One thing he was
certain of, there would be more investigators. This Knight fella certainly
wasn't working alone. Harris was slow and wouldn't suspect his friend.
Adler smiled; being friends with the sheriff had its up-sides. He picked up
the phone and dialled a familiar number. He had had quite enough of Staton
Arkansas. There was a retirement condo bought with real money waiting in
Switzerland. Alps and skiing two of his favourite things. So he couldn't
deliver all of what had been expected, not a problem. His benefactors had
been pleased; the sum that was lacking was inconsequential. If Knight had
waited just two more days, Alder would have left the dust of the United
States and the debts of his late father -whom had built the so-called Adler
industry empire- behind him. Resorting to this funny money business had
been for one reason and one reason only: to pay off people who his FATHER
had owed money too. When his father had died of heart failure eight months
ago two men whom Thomas had never seen came to see him demanding money. Now
Thomas had never seen eye to eye with his old man but he had never known
that his family was broke. The mansion.flying all over the world.women. all
paid by borrowed money! Oh he had made his own in the years to come but had
never paid the money that he had originally borrowed back. And now these
people wanted their money back -with interest- from over twenty years. Or a
favour. The kind of money they wanted. well Adler just didn't have it. so
he choose the favour. It had seemed easy enough. They wanted false bills.
They knew about the Staton press that still used the kind of technology
that could be used to make the bills. They knew that Adler's father had
been close with the man Harris who was now sheriff there and they knew that
Thomas was also an acquaintance of Harris'. Thomas suspected that they
wanted the funny money to smuggle drugs, but frankly he didn't care. In
fact he had gotten to know and like the kind they called cocaine. His only
interest was to be able to keep up the lifestyle he was used too. Run this
little favour and he'd get to keep the millions that his father had made
after he had originally loaned them or pay the billions his father now
owed. The jet would be made ready. Now he only had to decide what to do
with that Knight.
Kitt knew that by taking off like he had done had caused a lot of worrying amongst those who cared about him. What he hadn't counted on was that Michael might be in serious trouble. Andrea had told Bonnie the entire story from her finding Kitt, to Kitt's pain at the child's death to them looking for a way to understand it. Bonnie had listened quietly and then said to Kitt that once they were back home, she too would go through it with Kitt. Every three seconds, Kitt tried to contact Michael. Then, just as they crossed the state border the comlink established contact.
"Michael! Michael! Can you read me?" Michael jumped as Kitt's voice echoed through the comlink. "Kitt! It's so good to hear your voice, buddy!" The fact that Kitt was back overwhelmed Michael with a feeling of joy. Suddenly the fact that he was trapped in a cold dark basement, with a gunman outside didn't seem to matter. "Where have you been, pal? You've had me worried sick!" Kitt's reply was quiet "Humans will often take a walk to clear their minds. So I might say I had to take a drive to clear my memory. Where are you Michael? I am reading signs of gunfire. Michael are you alright?" The concern in Kitt's voice grew as he scanned Michael's surroundings via the comlink. "I'm fine for the moment. I'm in a basement that I've been told has been used for shooting practise. That'll explain the readings you're getting. Kitt, the man behind the counterfeiting if a millionaire called Thomas Adler. I figured it out kinda suddenly and he spooked. Can you get here? I'm willing to bet he's making plans to leave and. I need you, buddy."
Andrea had just fallen asleep, Devon had returned to his papers and Bonnie had once again began to decipher the new code that hat written itself into Kitt's main program when Kitt's turbine engine hummed to life. "Bonnie! Disconnect the support cable at once. Michael is in trouble!" As Bonnie jumped to comply with Kitt's unusually harshly spoken order she nearly tripped over Andrea who jumped up from the couch. As Bonnie disconnected the cables from under Kitt's hood Andrea yanked open the driver's side door and sat down. Devon hardly ever raised his voice, but now it boomed over the sound of Kitt's engine, the semi's ramp lowering and the traffic: "Just where do you think you're going?!?" Andrea leaned out Kitt's open window and hollered back at Devon just as Kitt began to back out: "I'm going to see Michael!"
Kitt backed out the moving semi and overtook it in one smooth movement. He didn't protest the fact that Andrea had decided to accompany him, but instead told her: "I have locked on to Michael's comlink. Give or take a few minutes we should be at his location in seven minutes." Andrea watched the scenery fly past. As she looked at the speedometer she gasped 267.268.269. and climbing. "I think I should write myself a citation." She muttered in astonishment. Kitt didn't respond, Michael was in trouble.
The bolt slid out of place. Michael blinked as rays of light filtered down. "Mr Knight. I just thought I'd let you know, you'd better make yourself comfortable. I'm leaving for a -shall we say- very long vacation and nobody has to come look after the house, and if anyone did come. well this is soundproof so yell all you like. You know Mr Knight; I've never actually hurt a human being, at least not directly. And I'm not about to start now. Indirectly.well, you'll see. Goodbye, Knight." And the door closed again. "Kitt, do you read me buddy?" "Loud and clear, Michael." "Listen, forget about me for a moment. Adler is leaving, I don't know the kind of car he's in, but. "Say no more, Michael. I'm on it, I'm nearly there."
Andrea held on for dear life as Kitt turned a 90-degree turn. She gasped as she saw an empty school bus turn around the corner. Kitt's only words were "Hold on." A button lit up in the dash: "Turbo Boost???" G-forces slammed Andrea into the seat as Kitt leap well clear of the bus and came down on the other side. Another 90-degree turn and they headed towards the double gates of what seemed to be like a huge castle. Even the gates were high, "Are we gonna jump that?" Kitt increased speed; "No, we are going to go through it." With a flash of sparks and the screech of breaking metal the Knight Two Thousand was inside the Adler estate grounds. A Cadillac limousine was just leaving when Kitt spun sideways in front of it. Microlocking the Caddy's doors effectively locked Thomas Adler inside. Ha panicked but was unable to do anything about it.
Kitt scanned the mansion. He found Michael's comlink signature and detected the old wooden bolt keeping the door locked securely. Short of ploughing through half of the building Kitt decided he couldn't bud it. The police and the semi were both on their way but some time off. "Andrea, I need your help again. Michael is trapped in a basement near the middle of that mansion." Kitt printed a layout of the ground floor out. "There is an old wooden bolt used to keep the door looked. Can you." Andrea was already out of the car and running towards the door before Kitt could finish. She negotiated the map easily and within a minute slid the bolt back to revile a very surprised looking Michael Knight. He simply gaped at her and could think of nothing else to say then: "Who are you?" Andrea frowned, "What happened to 'Thank you for letting me out.'? I'm a friend of Kitt's if you must know. Now come on, he's waiting to see you outside." Michael hurried past Andrea and began to run, she hurried after him.
Michael reached the door of the mansion and skidded to a stop. Kitt was still parked in front of the Cadillac from which Thomas Adler was still trying desperately to escape. Michael didn't even hear the sirens of the police or the hiss of the FLAG semi's airbrakes as he walked slowly to Kitt. Kitt's scanner flashed, "Michael, I'm sor." Michael laid a hand on Kitt's t-top. "Kitt, don't even say it! Don't say you're sorry for killing that girl. I was the one behind the wheel. I was the one who wanted to race in the first place. If there's anyone to blame." Kitt suddenly interrupted Michael, "Would you let me finish? I was going to say I'm sorry for taking off and leaving you in trouble. I guess I panicked. I did find a friend though; I now know that I don't have to run from this. It was an accident and something good already came out of it." Michael's smile was one of relief as he opened the door and sat down. "Apology excepted on that one then. Kitt, don't ever run from me again! It.scared the hell out of me." Relaxing for the first time in days Michael Knight closed his eyes and laid a hand on Kitt's wheel.
Andrea stared at Kitt and his driver. Surprise filled her as she felt tears spring to her eyes. She wasn't a crier. Through her tears she smiled. Hearing footsteps behind her she glanced to her side as Devon approached. In the background Thomas Adler's furious voice was heard, "I'm innocent, I tell you! I was blackmailed! I've never hurt anyone! This is all my father's fault!" Then he turned to Michael and Kitt, "Noooo, it's all their fault, their.." As Sheriff Harris looked on one of his deputies pushed Adler into a patrol car, "Yeah, yeah, his fault, her fault, your fault, their fault, just not my fault. That's what they all say. We have hard evidence bud, now _move_ it!" Michael laughed at the young cop's words. Finally he turned towards Andrea, "I don't know how you did it, but thanks. You brought Kitt back and I can't begin to tell you how grateful I." He paused as Devon and Bonnie joined him, ".WE are. You might say you reunited a family this weekend." Smiling Andrea touched Kitt's hood. "It has been rather an eventful weekend. Keep in touch. Oh, and Michael you have yourself one hell of a partner. Take care of him." Kitt's scanner flashed calmly back and forth and he spoke just two words, "Thank you." Michael glanced at the voice box, "That about says it all, partner, that about says it all.
The sun was setting, painting the horizon a canopy of colours. A lone black car travelled east. Moving at speeds unmatched by any other car on the highways. Behind the wheel sat one man with a mission. As the last few rays of sunshine reflected off of the black car, it leapt high into the air. One man, one car, together again; un-matched, undeterred, unafraid and unbeatable. For together they are: KNIGHT RIDER
Kitt knew that by taking off like he had done had caused a lot of worrying amongst those who cared about him. What he hadn't counted on was that Michael might be in serious trouble. Andrea had told Bonnie the entire story from her finding Kitt, to Kitt's pain at the child's death to them looking for a way to understand it. Bonnie had listened quietly and then said to Kitt that once they were back home, she too would go through it with Kitt. Every three seconds, Kitt tried to contact Michael. Then, just as they crossed the state border the comlink established contact.
"Michael! Michael! Can you read me?" Michael jumped as Kitt's voice echoed through the comlink. "Kitt! It's so good to hear your voice, buddy!" The fact that Kitt was back overwhelmed Michael with a feeling of joy. Suddenly the fact that he was trapped in a cold dark basement, with a gunman outside didn't seem to matter. "Where have you been, pal? You've had me worried sick!" Kitt's reply was quiet "Humans will often take a walk to clear their minds. So I might say I had to take a drive to clear my memory. Where are you Michael? I am reading signs of gunfire. Michael are you alright?" The concern in Kitt's voice grew as he scanned Michael's surroundings via the comlink. "I'm fine for the moment. I'm in a basement that I've been told has been used for shooting practise. That'll explain the readings you're getting. Kitt, the man behind the counterfeiting if a millionaire called Thomas Adler. I figured it out kinda suddenly and he spooked. Can you get here? I'm willing to bet he's making plans to leave and. I need you, buddy."
Andrea had just fallen asleep, Devon had returned to his papers and Bonnie had once again began to decipher the new code that hat written itself into Kitt's main program when Kitt's turbine engine hummed to life. "Bonnie! Disconnect the support cable at once. Michael is in trouble!" As Bonnie jumped to comply with Kitt's unusually harshly spoken order she nearly tripped over Andrea who jumped up from the couch. As Bonnie disconnected the cables from under Kitt's hood Andrea yanked open the driver's side door and sat down. Devon hardly ever raised his voice, but now it boomed over the sound of Kitt's engine, the semi's ramp lowering and the traffic: "Just where do you think you're going?!?" Andrea leaned out Kitt's open window and hollered back at Devon just as Kitt began to back out: "I'm going to see Michael!"
Kitt backed out the moving semi and overtook it in one smooth movement. He didn't protest the fact that Andrea had decided to accompany him, but instead told her: "I have locked on to Michael's comlink. Give or take a few minutes we should be at his location in seven minutes." Andrea watched the scenery fly past. As she looked at the speedometer she gasped 267.268.269. and climbing. "I think I should write myself a citation." She muttered in astonishment. Kitt didn't respond, Michael was in trouble.
The bolt slid out of place. Michael blinked as rays of light filtered down. "Mr Knight. I just thought I'd let you know, you'd better make yourself comfortable. I'm leaving for a -shall we say- very long vacation and nobody has to come look after the house, and if anyone did come. well this is soundproof so yell all you like. You know Mr Knight; I've never actually hurt a human being, at least not directly. And I'm not about to start now. Indirectly.well, you'll see. Goodbye, Knight." And the door closed again. "Kitt, do you read me buddy?" "Loud and clear, Michael." "Listen, forget about me for a moment. Adler is leaving, I don't know the kind of car he's in, but. "Say no more, Michael. I'm on it, I'm nearly there."
Andrea held on for dear life as Kitt turned a 90-degree turn. She gasped as she saw an empty school bus turn around the corner. Kitt's only words were "Hold on." A button lit up in the dash: "Turbo Boost???" G-forces slammed Andrea into the seat as Kitt leap well clear of the bus and came down on the other side. Another 90-degree turn and they headed towards the double gates of what seemed to be like a huge castle. Even the gates were high, "Are we gonna jump that?" Kitt increased speed; "No, we are going to go through it." With a flash of sparks and the screech of breaking metal the Knight Two Thousand was inside the Adler estate grounds. A Cadillac limousine was just leaving when Kitt spun sideways in front of it. Microlocking the Caddy's doors effectively locked Thomas Adler inside. Ha panicked but was unable to do anything about it.
Kitt scanned the mansion. He found Michael's comlink signature and detected the old wooden bolt keeping the door locked securely. Short of ploughing through half of the building Kitt decided he couldn't bud it. The police and the semi were both on their way but some time off. "Andrea, I need your help again. Michael is trapped in a basement near the middle of that mansion." Kitt printed a layout of the ground floor out. "There is an old wooden bolt used to keep the door looked. Can you." Andrea was already out of the car and running towards the door before Kitt could finish. She negotiated the map easily and within a minute slid the bolt back to revile a very surprised looking Michael Knight. He simply gaped at her and could think of nothing else to say then: "Who are you?" Andrea frowned, "What happened to 'Thank you for letting me out.'? I'm a friend of Kitt's if you must know. Now come on, he's waiting to see you outside." Michael hurried past Andrea and began to run, she hurried after him.
Michael reached the door of the mansion and skidded to a stop. Kitt was still parked in front of the Cadillac from which Thomas Adler was still trying desperately to escape. Michael didn't even hear the sirens of the police or the hiss of the FLAG semi's airbrakes as he walked slowly to Kitt. Kitt's scanner flashed, "Michael, I'm sor." Michael laid a hand on Kitt's t-top. "Kitt, don't even say it! Don't say you're sorry for killing that girl. I was the one behind the wheel. I was the one who wanted to race in the first place. If there's anyone to blame." Kitt suddenly interrupted Michael, "Would you let me finish? I was going to say I'm sorry for taking off and leaving you in trouble. I guess I panicked. I did find a friend though; I now know that I don't have to run from this. It was an accident and something good already came out of it." Michael's smile was one of relief as he opened the door and sat down. "Apology excepted on that one then. Kitt, don't ever run from me again! It.scared the hell out of me." Relaxing for the first time in days Michael Knight closed his eyes and laid a hand on Kitt's wheel.
Andrea stared at Kitt and his driver. Surprise filled her as she felt tears spring to her eyes. She wasn't a crier. Through her tears she smiled. Hearing footsteps behind her she glanced to her side as Devon approached. In the background Thomas Adler's furious voice was heard, "I'm innocent, I tell you! I was blackmailed! I've never hurt anyone! This is all my father's fault!" Then he turned to Michael and Kitt, "Noooo, it's all their fault, their.." As Sheriff Harris looked on one of his deputies pushed Adler into a patrol car, "Yeah, yeah, his fault, her fault, your fault, their fault, just not my fault. That's what they all say. We have hard evidence bud, now _move_ it!" Michael laughed at the young cop's words. Finally he turned towards Andrea, "I don't know how you did it, but thanks. You brought Kitt back and I can't begin to tell you how grateful I." He paused as Devon and Bonnie joined him, ".WE are. You might say you reunited a family this weekend." Smiling Andrea touched Kitt's hood. "It has been rather an eventful weekend. Keep in touch. Oh, and Michael you have yourself one hell of a partner. Take care of him." Kitt's scanner flashed calmly back and forth and he spoke just two words, "Thank you." Michael glanced at the voice box, "That about says it all, partner, that about says it all.
The sun was setting, painting the horizon a canopy of colours. A lone black car travelled east. Moving at speeds unmatched by any other car on the highways. Behind the wheel sat one man with a mission. As the last few rays of sunshine reflected off of the black car, it leapt high into the air. One man, one car, together again; un-matched, undeterred, unafraid and unbeatable. For together they are: KNIGHT RIDER