"I'm Michael Knight."

The four of them exchanged glances.

"You're the famous Michael Knight KITT won't shut up about?" Luke asked.

Michael's face fell. "KITT's here?"

They all nodded and Bo pulled the watch off his wrist, handing it to Michael. Michael took it from him, fastening it on his own wrist and quickly talking into it.

"KITT? KITT are you there?" he asked, almost frantic.

A moment passed before there was a loud spell of static. Loud enough for everyone to hear. They all cringed, some of them covering their ears.

The static stopped and KITT's voice could be heard over the comms system, loud and clear. "That's for running out on me!"

Michael sighed, tears gathering in his eyes. "I know, pal, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you, you know that."

There was no response.

"KITT?"

They heard KITT sigh. "We'll talk later, I have to go."

"Wait, no, KITT!"

Silence.

Michael growled. "Dammit!" He ran a hand through his curly, dark hair, taking a deep breath. He turned to the four men in the room with him. "The Foundation didn't send you, did it?"

Luke shook his head. "A man and a woman showed up at our farm, they came for KITT. They introduced themselves as Devon Myles and Bonnie Barstow. Then, that same day, our car got stolen by Acid, we came here to get him back."

"Look, it don't matter how we got here. What matters is how we get out," Rosco butted in.

"You don't. You don't get out, I've tried over a hundred times… it's impossible," Michael argued.

"We got in easy enough, how hard can it be to get back out?" Bo asked.

"Because they let you in," Michael shook his head, "they don't let you back out."

John knit his brows together, giving Michael a skeptical look. "It can't be as impossible as it sounds, can it?"

"Believe me, I tried, there's no getting out of here!"

"Because you're one man, there's five of us now so let's put our heads together and think of somethin'," Luke argued back.

Michael walked forward to look Luke in the eyes. "It's not going to work," he growled.

Luke stood up straight, looking him right in the eye. "You wanna bet? I led twelve men outta a Viet Cong prison camp in '75, you'd think I knew a thing or two at this point!"

Michael grew quiet for a moment before asking, "How many casualties?"

Luke didn't answer.

"How many?"

Luke sighed. "Five."

Michael scoffed and nodded, backing off. "Five. Five out of twelve. And those five men died so you and everyone else could get away. They died holding onto false hope that they'd see their families again."

"They died on their feet with guns in their hands instead of beaten and bleedin' in the dirt! So I ain't perfect, tough shit, nobody is. I lost a lot of good friends over there and I've learned from my mistakes. I think the least I can do is get us all outta here in one piece."

"Give me a good reason why I should trust you, and I'll think about it."

"Because KITT trusts us. Well, me and Bo at least." Luke gestured to himself and his younger cousin.

Michael nodded to John and Rosco. "And what're they good for?"

Luke looked back at them and turned back to Michael. "John's good with guns and he knows the layout of the building. And Rosco…" Luke's voice trailed off.

Rosco raised an eyebrow.

"Rosco… can't do much but he's an experienced police officer and we needed all the help we could get."

Rosco rolled his eyes.

Michael sighed. "Alright, so what's your ingenious plan?"

Of course he didn't just come with a plan. It took him some time, not that Michael was willing to help. He claimed that he'd tried everything and that there was nothing else he could think of. So, Luke settled for configuring an escape plan without Michael's help. John gave them the entire layout of the building. And, after a few minutes of mapping it out, Luke realized Bo had wandered off.

They found he'd gone and laid down on the couch on the left side of the room. Luke and John exchanged glances.

"Maybe we should let him sleep for a little while," John suggested.

Luke shook his head. "No, I'm gonna go wake him up, you just find us an escape route."

Luke got up and John turned to the unfolded napkins they'd been using as paper, looking over his diagram of the building. Just then, Michael walked up, looking down at him.

"You have anything yet?" he asked.

John looked up at him. "I'm workin' on it." He turned back to what he was doing but turned back as he realized Michael hadn't walked away. "And don't rush me!"

Michael shrugged. "I've been here for the past three months, what's three more? Take all the time you need."

That said, he walked away, John watching him go.

John growled and shook his head. "I'm really startin' to hate this guy."

On the other side of the room, Luke was working to get Bo back on his feet, which wasn't working out. The younger Duke was out like a light. Luke resorted to shaking him, but even then he didn't stir.

"I told you, just let him sleep!" John called from his place on the floor.

Luke turned around, eyes narrowed. "I don't remember askin' you!"

Something was off, Bo didn't sleep this hard, especially not on some random couch after a few minutes. It was starting to worry Luke.

Just then, Bo stirred, sitting up with a sigh and rubbing his eyes. Luke heard this and turned back to him, kneeling down beside the couch.

"Hey what the hell, you scared me!" Luke growled at him, upset yet relieved.

Bo looked at him confusedly. "I was just tryna get into contact with General, thought I'd try it out. It ain't like we're gettin' anywhere just sittin' here."

Luke sighed, shaking his head. "Did you get anythin'?"

"No, I don't reckon General's in much condition to talk right now, he was pretty beat up last I saw him."

A drop of blood began to run down Bo's upper lip from his nose. He wiped it away with his hand, seeing blood, he quickly got up from the couch and ran to get a napkin. John stood up as well, worry growing stronger on his face. Luke walked back over to him and their useless pile of drawn diagrams and discarded ideas.

"You find an escape route?" he asked.

"No," John gestured to Michael, "he made sure of that." He turned to watch Bo dab the blood from his nose with a napkin. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine, we knew this would happen if he tried to get in touch with General."

John furrowed his brow. "General. You mean the car?"

Luke glanced at him. "Ye-yeah, the car. Look, it's hard to explain, best if you just leave it alone."

The two of them sat in silence for a moment as Luke contemplated his next sentence. He didn't enjoy talking to John, but in all reality, he wasn't half as bad as he'd imagined.

"If you were in this alone, what would you do? What'd be your plan of escape? What would you do if you were in LA?" Luke asked him.

Without missing a beat, John answered, "Murder."

Luke gave him a look to which John didn't acknowledge.

"Just guns blazin', a good ol' fashioned St. Valentine's Day Massacre. There'd be a ton of murder. But it's obvious that y'all have standards, so I'll refrain."

Luke pinched the bridge of his nose. "Nothin' else? Just mass homicide?"

"Yep."

"Okay," Luke said with an exasperated sigh.

Just then, they heard KITT's voice come back over the comms bracelet on Michael's wrist. Michael turned up the volume so they could all hear him loud and clear.

"Help is on the way, Michael," KITT announced.

"What do you mean help is on the way?" Michael asked.

"I called in a few favors, you can thank me later."

At that, KITT cut back out, just as the elevator dinged and a young woman walked out. They all turned to see who it was and Michael took a staggering few steps back.

"Aw hell," he growled.

The young woman was dressed in business attire and wore a worried expression on her face. John looked her up and down, resting his hands on his hips.

"Cindy Tarantino, what an unpleasant surprise," John said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"If anyone asks, I was never here," the young woman retorted flatly.

"She's that guy's daughter?" Luke asked incredulously.

Bo tossed the bloodied napkin he'd had into the trash and sauntered up to Cindy. "Well hot damn!" He held out a hand to her. "Howdy there, Miss Cindy, I'm Bo Duke-"

John grabbed him and pulled him out of the way. "Goddammit, boy, you just don't listen, do you?" He sighed, making his way back over to Cindy, grabbing a small handgun from his ankle, nearly tripping as he did but recovering quickly. "Alright, bitch, what's your game?"

"I let the General escape," Cindy replied, a faintest bit of pride in her voice.

"You what?" Luke growled, not entirely believing it.

"He's outside, out of sight. That's what you wanted, right?"

The men exchanged glances.

"You double-crossed your daddy?" Rosco asked.

Cindy sighed and nodded. "I wanted to do you a favor seeing as how you weren't meant to get roped into this."

"Then why'd you steal our car?" Luke asked her angrily.

"Because we thought that KITT would sacrifice himself for the General."

"Your Hearse beat him to a pulp!"

Cindy nodded again. "Tank… has a temper on him. But, as a sign of my apologies, I've let him go."

"Are you gonna let us go too or are we stuck here?" John asked.

"I can't let you go, but I can help you."

"How?" Luke asked.

"I'm taking my father out for a night on the town. He'll want to take his security with him which will leave this place short of ten men and one nasty Defect if that makes things any easier."

"And what's in it for you?"

"I'm next in line to get this company in the palm of my hand. As soon as I do, I'll stop wasting money on operations such as this one and focus on profitability and sales. I'm a businesswoman chasing a dollar, not a…" Cindy gestured to John, looking for the right word, "gangster."

"There's a difference between a mob and a gang, you know that, right?" John asked with a tired look.

"You know what I meant." Cindy pulled her sleeve back to check her watch. "Look, I've got to go, if you make it out, don't come back for anything, got that?"

Without saying another word, Cindy walked briskly back to the elevator and stepped inside, the doors closing behind her. As soon as she left, John eyed Bo.

He shook his head. "I'm not even gonna ask."

"What? It was worth a try!" Bo argued.

"Except for the fact that everything she just told you was a lie. Cindy's more psychotic than her father, believe me. Look, what KITT said matters more," Michael explained.

"Which would be?" Luke asked.

"The cavalry's coming."

General crept out from the shadows, still unsure as to why he was out there. As he looked around cautiously, still beaten from a previous escapade he'd had with Tank after Cindy had left him, but he'd escaped from the building and had managed to push his way through the front gate. Although, it probably would have been easier to just have crashed through the side of the fence.

As he stalked blindly in the dark, searching for anything of familiarity, he heard an engine rev from behind him. He turned, backing out of the alley to see a red light moving back and forth.

"KITT?" he asked, dumbfounded.

KITT rolled out of the shadows, headlights popping up. "The one and only."

"I thought they had you!" General rumbled in angst.

"They did, but Cindy left the garage door open and I was able to escape. From there, I called the Knight Foundation, Christine, Thunder, and Rig. They're on their way to help us!"

"Well, the guys I can understand, but why your people? No offense."

"Devon and Bonnie are more experienced at this sort of thing than you'd think."

"Really?"

"Michael's accident-prone."

"Ah."

Just then, a transmission came over General Lee's radio. He turned it up and adjusted the tuning in order to hear whoever it was more clearly.

"Breaker-one, this's the General Lee. Ah, whoever that was, please come back, I didn't hear you, over," General rumbled.

"General!"

General was suddenly taken aback by the transmission. "Christine? How the hell are you in range-"

"Nevermind that. Look, we're about there, I'll talk to you in a hot minute, alright, sweetheart?"

"Ye-yeah, I'll talk to you then. And… Christine?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Christine laughed heartily. "I love you too, sweet-talker."

A few minutes later, into the city of Savannah rolled the Knight Foundation for Law and Government, a two-toned semi-truck, a 1958 Plymouth Fury, and a 1979 Power Wagon. Ready to chew ass and kick gum… or somethin' like that.