General turned around at the sound of an elevator to see a man in a wheelchair rolling himself out of the elevator and into the room.

"I hope these accommodations are a bit more pleasing for you, General, I must apologize for Tank's behavior, he has no impulse control," the man said.

General looked at him, using his tire to bend his fender back into shape. "Thanks for the hospitality."

"You are comfortable, no?"

"As comfortable as I can get bein' all beaten to hell."

The man smiled warmly and turned to circle General. "You know, we're not so different, you and I."

"Why? 'Cause we both have wheels?"

The man laughed. "You, I like you, you're funny."

"Why're you down here?"

"I was simply making my rounds, thought I'd check up on you. Could I offer you some refreshments? Any particular petroleum product you might want?"

"No, thank you, I'm fine."

The man shrugged. "That's quite alright."

The elevator dinged again and a young woman walked out, wearing a business suit, her hair tied up in a bun with big glasses.

"Ah yes, this is my daughter, Cindy, she'll be the one looking after you during your stay here," the man explained.

Cindy smiled and nodded. "You must be the General, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Wish I could say the same for you," General rumbled.

Cindy frowned, exchanging a glance with her father. "You're sure this is a good idea?"

"Of course, darling, it's the only way," the man replied.

Cindy nodded and took a step towards General.

General started his engine, revving it and backing away from her. "Hell no, you stay on your side of the room!"

The man patted Cindy's arm as he wheeled past on his way back to the elevator. "I'll let you two get acquainted."

That said, he departed from the room, leaving Cindy and General alone together.

Bo lifted his head sorely, pushing himself up with a groan. The sound of seagulls squawking overhead sounded louder than it should have. Luke's voice floated in and out.

Luke pulled him up, grabbing his shoulder and shaking him slightly. "Bo? You alright, can you hear me?"

Bo nodded, bringing a hand up to his throbbing forehead. "What… happened?"

"You must've hit your head on a rock or somethin'; you got a concussion," Luke explained.

Luke pulled him up onto his feet, Bo's vision starting to clear a little bit. He staggered slightly but Luke held him steady.

"You gonna be alright?" he asked.

"Ye-yeah, I think so," Bo replied, his voice trailing off.

Luke nodded and patted him on the cheek. "Good."

He turned and started walking towards the other side of the beach.

Bo looked up at the sky, watching the gulls circle under the gray clouds above. They'd lost a lot of daylight, and it was starting to get dark. Blood clouded the vision of his left eye. Ocean waves rushed against the rocky beach, leaving a thin line of seafoam in their wake, like a soap ring along the edge of the beach. Leaves of seaweed and pieces of driftwood littered the little beach. Along the edge of the rocks which enclosed the beach, Rosco sat on a rotten log and KITT not too far away. Rosco held his hands over his right knee, blood dripping through his fingers.

Bo walked over to them, holding a hand over his bleeding forehead. "Y'all okay?"

"I took a rock to the knee but I'll live, I ain't sure about him though," Rosco said, pointing a thumb at KITT.

"Nothing that can't be fixed, I can still drive well enough," KITT explained.

"You got anythin' for this, KITT?" Luke asked, who was standing over by Rosco.

"Look underneath my passenger seat, there should be a first-aid kit. There's not much in there but it'll have to do."

Luke nodded and walked over to him, opening the door and folding over the passenger seat, reaching underneath it and pulling a medical kit out. He opened it, sifting through it, before throwing a roll of bandages to Rosco. Rosco caught them and started wrapping his knee up, keeping pressure to try and stop the bleeding.

Bo sat down on KITT's hood, keeping a hand over his forehead. Luke handed him the first-aid kit to which he started digging through. KITT was right, there wasn't much inside. He took a gauze pad and tried to start cleaning the blood from his face. All the while, Luke paced around the beach, trying to figure out their next move.

Bo kept a gauze pad to his forehead in an attempt to contain the wound, sticking an adhesive bandage to hold it there and calling it good. Again, limited resources. He tossed the medical kit onto KITT's front seat as he got up and started walking towards the others.

"You got anythin' yet?" he asked Luke.

Luke looked up and was quiet for a moment before he said, "Our first order of business is to get off of this beach. Autumn said they had warehouses all over the city, so we start there, see if we can find their home base or somethin' like that. Either way, we ain't leavin' here without General, is that agreed?"

They both nodded.

"Alright, now the big question is: how in the hell do we get outta here?"

They each turned to look at the steep wall of stone behind them.

"I can get us up there… I think," KITT chimed in.

They all exchanged glances. Luke shrugged. "Worth a shot.

KITT started his engine and drove away from the wall. A cable shot out from his back bumper, up towards the top of the wall. It disappeared over the edge with a thunk. KITT pulled forward, tugging it, testing its strength.

"Seems safe enough," he said.

He backed up to the wall, his back wheels hit it, and he drove himself up onto it, sitting vertically, suspended by the cable.

"That's somethin' you don't see everyday," Rosco muttered, pushing himself up off the log.

KITT opened his doors, rolling down the windows. "It's safe, the cable should hold us."

"Should or will?" Luke asked, walking over to him with Bo and Rosco following.

"Nothing's ever guaranteed, Luke."

"Well, that makes me feel a whole hell of a lot better."

Bo and Rosco climbed up onto KITT's doors, Luke climbing up onto his back window, using his hood-scoop for a step. He held onto the short spoiler attached to his back to keep himself from slipping.

Once they were all on, KITT started retracting the cable, pulling them up while pushing with his tires in reverse. They ascended to the top, Luke climbing up onto the street to help Bo and Rosco up. Once they were up, KITT pulled himself up, retracting the cable.

Another small, plasticy plate chipped off of KITT's fender.

"Damn, I need to get that fixed, I have a weak spot now," he muttered.

"What is that, some kinda armored platin'?" Luke asked.

"My body is layered with a flame-retardant, impenetrable alloy that was engineered specifically to deflect bullets and protect me and my driver from explosions."

"Okay, so flame-retardant, maybe. Impenetrable, not so much," Bo snickered.

"Very funny, but this is a serious problem. If the Acid Corporation has technology that can penetrate my outer shell, who knows what else they might have."

"Which makes this whole ordeal a hell of a lot more dangerous," Luke added.

Rosco shrugged. "Y'know, it's never too late to just call it a day, you know, take a rain check, save it for some other time."

It was then that he noticed that they'd all started walking up the street towards the city.

"C'mon, Rosco, we ain't leavin' Savannah without our car, that was the deal," Luke called back over his shoulder.

Rosco grumbled under his breath, limping after them. "You know, I was just thinkin'..."

His voice faded into echoes among the buildings, the sky growing darker and darker as they continued walking farther into the city.

Before they knew it, it was full nightfall. The clouded sky remained opaque, not even the light of the moon peeked through. It was pitch-black with nothing but KITT's headlights to guide them. Rosco had quieted down, thankfully, keeping his worries to himself as they trekked through the city.

As they walked, KITT scanned the buildings for any signs of General or the Hearse, with no luck so far. Soon enough, however, as they walked, sets of footsteps could be heard from all sides. KITT flashed his lights wherever he heard them, however, was never able to catch any movement.

"You hearin' that too?" Luke asked him.

"Yeah, it seems to be coming from all sides," KITT replied.

"Trouble?" Bo asked.

"I don't know yet, but we're definitely bein' followed," Luke said.

Rosco worked his pistol out of its holster, drawing it and cocking the lever back.

"You're gonna shoot blind?" Luke asked him.

"It's the best chance we've got!" Rosco argued.

A scurry of footsteps set them all suddenly on high alert. Rosco gripped his gun tighter, looking around.

"KITT, cut your lights!" Luke whispered.

"But we'll be blind!" KITT argued.

"They can see us, just cut 'em now!"

KITT did so, switching his scanner off as well, the red light in his hood disappearing.

They all listened intently for footsteps, trying to make sense of what was going on.

"I hate to be a bother but what exactly is your logic in this?" KITT asked softly.

"This was our downfall in 'Nam, the enemy could see us, but we couldn't see them," Luke explained.

"But we still can't see 'em," Bo butted in.

"Right, but they can't see us either, we're harder to hit now."

"Plus, they ain't got the car that can shoot rope outta its ass," Rosco added snarkily.

"KITT, can you still manage without that red light?" Luke asked.

"Of course I can," KITT said.

"Good, let us know if somethin's comin' at us."

"Will do."

The footsteps grew more plentiful the longer they sat, until, suddenly, KITT exclaimed, "Sheriff, to your right!"

Without a second thought, Rosco fired to his right, to which there was a sickening thump immediately after.

"Gjit! Ooh, I-I shot somebody!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, and you're gonna do it again if you wanna live, now stay focused!" Luke barked.

"On your left, Luke!"

At that, Luke turned and swung just as a shadow lunged at him from the dark. He hit the man square in the jaw, dropping him almost immediately.

KITT flashed his lows on the man's body, getting a look at his uniform.

"Dammit, more cops," Luke growled.

"Probably working for Acid."

"Which would mean we're close, looks like we're makin' corporate uncomfortable."

"To your right, Bo!"

Bo caught hands with a police officer, taking a punch to the face before hitting the man in the stomach and dropping him.

"You alright?" Luke asked him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bo replied, wiping blood from his mouth.

This went on for a moment or two, KITT calling out names and directions, until a few shots rang out that weren't Rosco's. Everyone froze, KITT powering on his lights again.

Just then, a pair of footsteps appeared from behind, jumping up onto KITT's roof. Shots started ringing over their heads, mowing down the dirty cops in the street. Bo, Luke, and Rosco each hit the ground, taking cover near KITT. A few police officers tried to run, but they too met the same fate as their peers. As the gunfire died down, they all heard a hearty laugh.

"And that is how you handle dirty cops," the shooter said, chuckling.

"And here I was thinkin' Rambo was a fricken movie," Luke muttered under his breath.

The shooter waltzed off of KITT's roof, hopping onto the ground.

They started picking themselves up off the ground, the three of them exchanging glances.

KITT's headlights illuminated a tall, blonde man in a gray business suit. His machine gun rested on his shoulder, the barrel still smoking.

The man smiled a big, beaming smile.

"Oh Lord," Bo grumbled.

"You know him?" Luke asked, dumbfounded.

Bo sighed. "Yeah, unfortunately… he's-"

"Bo! How you doin', son?" the man asked in a booming voice.

"That's your dad?" Rosco asked, equally as dumbfounded.

"But that ain't possible, you-" Luke's voice trailed off.

"Died? A common misconception among family. I'm still alive and well, as you can see," John explained, taking the machine gun off of his shoulder.

"Gjit! Wouldn't that make you-" Rosco started.

"The killer of Jesse's siblings? Yes, yes it would."

Luke grabbed his cousin's arm, pulling him back a little. "You killed my dad?"

"You're welcome."

Luke gave him a look.

"Why're you here?" Bo asked.

John laughed as if it were a stupid question. "Well, I came here for you, but, as you can see, I got a little side-tracked."

Bo sighed and shook his head.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Look, I… it ain't that I don't appreciate your concern, but I don't want anythin' to do with you."

John's smile faded. "What?"

"I've done just fine without you for eighteen years."

John gave him a quizzical look.

Bo took a deep breath. "I. Do not want you. In my life."

"Oh, come on, you haven't even given me a chance!"

Bo groaned frustratedly. "Alright, look, even if you weren't a mobster, I still wouldn't be happy bein' your son."

"That hurts you know, especially when you say it to my face."

Bo raised an eyebrow.

"In case you haven't noticed, I've left that life behind me."

"Is that what you call mowin' down a bunch of guys with a machine gun?"

"I was tryna help you! I'm tryna change, Bo, I really am! All I've ever wanted was a family!"

"Is that why you killed everybody?"

John grew quiet real quick after that. His eyes narrowed and his face got a bit red. Bo took a step back, a little scared.

"You ain't got the slightest idea what you're talkin' about, boy. I guarantee you if you were in the same position I was, you would've done the same damn thing," John growled.

"The hell I would've, they were your family!" Bo argued.

"Like hell they were, the things they did, especially your whore mother and Luke's poor excuse for a father!"

There was a dead silence with that said.

You know, I've been wonderin' about them.

"Excuse me?" Luke growled, taking a step forward.

"Oh don't even go tryna defend him, your dad was a piece of shit and you know it!" John shot back.

"Maybe so but that don't give you the right to talk about him like that, or Bo's momma."

John scoffed. "Please, all the things I did for her, to make our family work, I deserved better, Bo deserved better."

Just then, KITT revved his engine. "We're wasting time!"

They all jumped a little, turning to look at him.

KITT pointed a windshield wiper at John. "You are an ignorant, self-absorbed, inconsiderate douche with no regard for others' needs. It's no wonder why Bo doesn't want you as a father, you're a spoiled brat throwing a tantrum because you didn't get what you wanted."

"Excuse me, why is that car talkin' to me?" John growled.

"He's just speakin' the truth," Rosco said with a shrug.

"Shut up, Rosco, I never liked you."

"That is exactly what I'm talking about. You can't stand not always being right. That's narcissistic behavior, and you need to stop," KITT argued.

John scoffed. "I can't believe a car is tryna coach me on bein' human. I mean, first, it's my own son hatin' my guts now this."

"I'm not telling you how to be a better human, I'm telling you how to be a better father, and you can start by ceasing to condescend me further, that gets you nowhere."

John gestured to KITT. "The talking car? Anyone?"

"KITT, thanks for the life advice, but you're right, we're wastin' time, just drop it, okay?" Luke said.

"I can, yes, but why would I want to?"

"KITT."

"It was a joke, calm down."

Luke sighed. "Alright, we're obviously close, why else would this place be crawlin' with cops? Now, we just gotta put our heads together and figure out where Acid's home base is."

"Y'all are lookin' for the Acid Corporation?" John asked.

"Yeah, why, what's it to you?" Bo asked.

"Where do you think I get my not-so-bulletproof limousines?"

They all looked at him with a profound distaste as they realized they now had to bring him along.

John shrugged it off. "It's who you know, you know?"