Disclaimer: Knight Rider was developed and belongs to Glen A. Larson as is
all characters related to that series. Trinity Colte is my own character
created for this story as is all characters related to her existance. The
Los Angeles Police Department is a service of Los Angeles, California.
*****
A sleek, black car streaked along the open highway just outside Los Angeles. There were no other cars within sight as the sun began to set. The orange and pink rays danced across the body of the car. Inside, the melody of a beloved oldy eminated through the speakers. It mixed with the voice of the lone passenger as he sang along with the lyrics.
"Michael, Devon's calling." KITT's Boston accent came in over the sound of the music and his driver's voice. After hearing this, Michael turned the music off and hit a few buttons over his head. "Put him through, partner." At his request, the monitor to the right switched on, revealing the face of Devon Miles.
"Devon!" Michael Knight smiled as he met the man with his usual greeting.
"Michael, I just received some very interesting news that you may want to hear." his face showed the concern that he felt over the turn of events that had just recently struck the Foundation.
"Shoot." Knight kept one eye on Devon and the other on the road as he listened, his curiosity piqued.
"Not now. How soon can you return to the Foundation Headquarters?" he leaned forward against the desk, his eyes looking intently at the screen.
Michael looked away from the screen for a moment, now slightly concerned, "KITT?"
"It would take approximately four hours to reach the Foundation at our current speed." the red lights jumped on the dash as he spoke.
"Devon, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Michael's bright blue eyes flashed as he brow furrowed in both concern and confusion.
"There have been some recent developments in the past few days. A police officer was nearly killed last night. We believe the killer was hired by Billie Maddison, a notorious cocaine dealer in the greater Los Angeles area." Devon lightly stepped around the real reason he was contacting Michael, but had to say something to convince him to return to the Foundation Headquarters.
"Billie Maddison, eh?" he recalled seeing a headline for the arrest, but never read the article that followed. "Whose the officer and how does he tie in with this guy?" the car had slightly picked up speed.
"Her name is Trinity Colte. She was the one who brought Maddison in." there was a slight pause as Devon took a deep breath, "They believe that she is dead, Michael." That caught the driver's attention.
"Dead?" Devon nodded. Michael let the information sink in before he raised his hand to the panel above the dash, "We're on our way!" he pushed a few select buttons and the image of Miles disappeared. Silence followed the conversation until KITT spoke.
"What did he mean by dead?" the flashing from the dashboard broke Michael's train of though and he took a deep, steadying breath. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts before answering.
"Well, it means what he said, buddy. Trinity Colte is dead, on paper at least. I'm guessing that Devon intervened and she's probably at the Estate as we speak." his eyes flickered back to the road as the sun slipped behind the hills.
"But Michael, the last time Devon did that was..."
"I know, buddy. I know." he adjusted the seat slightly and settled in for the long drive home. Thoughts raced through his mind as he reflected on what Devon had said about the woman being 'dead'. That meant that there was something up and things were about to change for the Foundation.
*****
Devon Miles stared out the window of his office as the stars began to peak through the clouds. He was contemplating how he would tell Michael the real reason as to why he was called back. Shuffling some papers around, he looked at the document that sat on top. It was a copy of Trinity Colte's death certificate, needed for the Foundations records. With a sigh he stood up and walked across the room to the filing cabinet. Upon opening the drawer, he pulled out her file and opened it. Pausing for a moment, Devon read through the information on the first page.
"Name, Trinity M. Colte. Date of birth, May 27, 1977. Place of birth, Monterey, California." he shook his head at the information there. She was just barely twenty years old. Further down it named her parents, Patricia and Andrew Colte. The file mentioned that she had been adopted in early June of the same year as her birth. Slipping the death certificate into it's rightful place among the papers, Devon closed the file and placed it back into the cabinet.
Just days before a woman had come to the Foundation seeking Devon. She introduced herself as a friend of Stefanie, Michael's old love. Devon had ushered her into his office, interested as to why she had come to see him. The woman, a Mary Riften, had come to the Estate to tell a secret that had been kept for twenty years. Apparently, Stefanie had given birth to a baby girl without the father, Michael, knowing. She had managed to keep it a secret only telling one person, Mary. This news had intrigued Devon and he made an effort to contact this child, now a full grown woman by the name of Trinity Colte.
He had no such luck in his first few attempts, but after the third try failed he left a message on her answering machine. Hours later, the Foundation's communications department had picked up an emergency call going out from Trinity's apartment building. Pulling a few strings, Devon sent out the Foundation's own emergency medical team and did his magic. Later that night, Trinity Colte had been pronounced dead at L.A.'s County General Hospital. At that same time, the Foundation's doctors were finishing up a life-saving surgery.
Now it was up to Devon to tell Michael what had been kept from him for the last two decades. It wasn't going to be easy, and he had no idea how Michael would react to the news. Stepping over to the window, he unlatched the lock and slightly pushed it open. The cool night air slipped in through the opening and rustling the loose papers on the desk. Devon sighed and went back to his work. There were still some loose ends to tie up concering the "death" of officer Colte and more thinking through before Michael and KITT returned.
*****
A sleek, black car streaked along the open highway just outside Los Angeles. There were no other cars within sight as the sun began to set. The orange and pink rays danced across the body of the car. Inside, the melody of a beloved oldy eminated through the speakers. It mixed with the voice of the lone passenger as he sang along with the lyrics.
"Michael, Devon's calling." KITT's Boston accent came in over the sound of the music and his driver's voice. After hearing this, Michael turned the music off and hit a few buttons over his head. "Put him through, partner." At his request, the monitor to the right switched on, revealing the face of Devon Miles.
"Devon!" Michael Knight smiled as he met the man with his usual greeting.
"Michael, I just received some very interesting news that you may want to hear." his face showed the concern that he felt over the turn of events that had just recently struck the Foundation.
"Shoot." Knight kept one eye on Devon and the other on the road as he listened, his curiosity piqued.
"Not now. How soon can you return to the Foundation Headquarters?" he leaned forward against the desk, his eyes looking intently at the screen.
Michael looked away from the screen for a moment, now slightly concerned, "KITT?"
"It would take approximately four hours to reach the Foundation at our current speed." the red lights jumped on the dash as he spoke.
"Devon, what's wrong? Is everything okay?" Michael's bright blue eyes flashed as he brow furrowed in both concern and confusion.
"There have been some recent developments in the past few days. A police officer was nearly killed last night. We believe the killer was hired by Billie Maddison, a notorious cocaine dealer in the greater Los Angeles area." Devon lightly stepped around the real reason he was contacting Michael, but had to say something to convince him to return to the Foundation Headquarters.
"Billie Maddison, eh?" he recalled seeing a headline for the arrest, but never read the article that followed. "Whose the officer and how does he tie in with this guy?" the car had slightly picked up speed.
"Her name is Trinity Colte. She was the one who brought Maddison in." there was a slight pause as Devon took a deep breath, "They believe that she is dead, Michael." That caught the driver's attention.
"Dead?" Devon nodded. Michael let the information sink in before he raised his hand to the panel above the dash, "We're on our way!" he pushed a few select buttons and the image of Miles disappeared. Silence followed the conversation until KITT spoke.
"What did he mean by dead?" the flashing from the dashboard broke Michael's train of though and he took a deep, steadying breath. He took a few moments to collect his thoughts before answering.
"Well, it means what he said, buddy. Trinity Colte is dead, on paper at least. I'm guessing that Devon intervened and she's probably at the Estate as we speak." his eyes flickered back to the road as the sun slipped behind the hills.
"But Michael, the last time Devon did that was..."
"I know, buddy. I know." he adjusted the seat slightly and settled in for the long drive home. Thoughts raced through his mind as he reflected on what Devon had said about the woman being 'dead'. That meant that there was something up and things were about to change for the Foundation.
*****
Devon Miles stared out the window of his office as the stars began to peak through the clouds. He was contemplating how he would tell Michael the real reason as to why he was called back. Shuffling some papers around, he looked at the document that sat on top. It was a copy of Trinity Colte's death certificate, needed for the Foundations records. With a sigh he stood up and walked across the room to the filing cabinet. Upon opening the drawer, he pulled out her file and opened it. Pausing for a moment, Devon read through the information on the first page.
"Name, Trinity M. Colte. Date of birth, May 27, 1977. Place of birth, Monterey, California." he shook his head at the information there. She was just barely twenty years old. Further down it named her parents, Patricia and Andrew Colte. The file mentioned that she had been adopted in early June of the same year as her birth. Slipping the death certificate into it's rightful place among the papers, Devon closed the file and placed it back into the cabinet.
Just days before a woman had come to the Foundation seeking Devon. She introduced herself as a friend of Stefanie, Michael's old love. Devon had ushered her into his office, interested as to why she had come to see him. The woman, a Mary Riften, had come to the Estate to tell a secret that had been kept for twenty years. Apparently, Stefanie had given birth to a baby girl without the father, Michael, knowing. She had managed to keep it a secret only telling one person, Mary. This news had intrigued Devon and he made an effort to contact this child, now a full grown woman by the name of Trinity Colte.
He had no such luck in his first few attempts, but after the third try failed he left a message on her answering machine. Hours later, the Foundation's communications department had picked up an emergency call going out from Trinity's apartment building. Pulling a few strings, Devon sent out the Foundation's own emergency medical team and did his magic. Later that night, Trinity Colte had been pronounced dead at L.A.'s County General Hospital. At that same time, the Foundation's doctors were finishing up a life-saving surgery.
Now it was up to Devon to tell Michael what had been kept from him for the last two decades. It wasn't going to be easy, and he had no idea how Michael would react to the news. Stepping over to the window, he unlatched the lock and slightly pushed it open. The cool night air slipped in through the opening and rustling the loose papers on the desk. Devon sighed and went back to his work. There were still some loose ends to tie up concering the "death" of officer Colte and more thinking through before Michael and KITT returned.
