Knight Of The Falcons

Chapter Five

Dallas led Michael into the wooden building at gunpoint. He entered the small Barron room, scanning the area with his eyes. He was relieved to see Janice unharmed. She had been handcuffed to a metal pole to restrain from the fight she put up earlier. Her captor sat on the desk at the back of room, clutching his jaw. She had been surrounded by three other henchmen to ensure that she wouldn't try and escape. Dallas signalled one of the men to take the handcuffs off her. He shut the door behind him. He pushed Michael up against the wall, keeping his gun trained on him.

"Nice place you have here." Michael said as his eyes narrowed. "Tell me something. Did you really make it that obvious for us to track you down?"

Dallas laughed. "Such the perceptive man you are. I also know who you are, Mr Knight. I am impressed with your detective work for a man who doesn't exist. Unfortunately you've both bitten off more than you can chew."

He then looked at Janice. He knelt down in front of her with an intimidating look in his face.

"As for you, it is such a shame that Cox never told you about me" he continued. "How is the old man these days? Hmm? I bet he would drop in an instant if he saw what I was doing here today."

"I'm pretty sure he would tear you a new one." Janice snarled, hiding her fear.

"Really now? He should be thanking me for fixing the poor decisions that he made." Dallas grinned. "I always knew those XK-8's would be worth Thousands. Well in fact 28 Thousand Dollars to be precise. You see, I have a good business relationship going with a Korean associate and he wanted to buy them from me. At 28 Thousand for the lot, how could I possibly turn his offer down?"

Michael couldn't believe his ears. "It's a sick deal! How could you compromise the US like that? Selling top secret Planes to terrorists? You and Cox designed and tested something that could have changed the US Military."

The expression on Dallas's face changed. "What has the US Military done for me? I gave them my best efforts and when I made a simple suggestion they all deemed my crazy! It got me fired! Where was the gratitude for the work and the effort that I put in for them? You see Knight, I don't give a damn about the great US of A. They screwed me over and rejected me."

"Clearly not. I bet you even got Iron Valley all figured out?"

Dallas turned on his heels to face the window.

"I had a feeling you both knew about that too." He said calmly. "You are correct, I do have Iron Valley figured out. I know where it is, I know how to get in there and I know how to take what is mine without being made. There are five XK-8's sitting in that facility just waiting to be sold to the right person."

"Terrorists are not the right people, Dallas. Think about it." Michael preached, aware that Dallas had his mind firmly set in his beliefs.

"Just because North Korea is an uprising superior nation doesn't mean that they are Terrorists. The United States of America have always been regarded at the policing state of the world. Sure we may be patriotic, but we are in fact the terrorists. I plan to rectify that."

"In your mind maybe, but it makes you a Terrorist arms dealer."

Dallas: spun round, face Michael and growled. "Let's go boys. Oh and make sure that these two don't get out. I don't want them interfering any more."

The men left the building in a single file fashion. They locked the door behind them. In that brief moment, Michael and Janice were trapped. Janice sat there in disbelief. Dallas's words wrecked her brain. How could her father in law work with this maniac. She felt betrayed and defeated accompanied by a sick sensation to her gut. As for Michael, he hadn't been beaten yet.

"I can't believe it!" she cried. "He's worse that mental. He's insane! and to make it worse, we're trapped in here."

Michael kept his cool. He spoke into his wrist watch communicator.. "Don't be so defeatist. I'm not going to let him get away with treason. KITT I need you buddy.

KITT responded over the radio. "Michael, are you okay? I heard all of that over my radio."

"We're okay, but Dallas has locked us in here. Come and get us will you?"

"Hold tight. I'm on my way." KITT acknowledged with a witty retort. "One of these days, I'm going to do all the detective work and you can be the sidekick."

KITT sprung into action. He ignited his motors, flipped his gear into forward and hit the Pursuit mode. He accelerated at full speed, smashing through the chain link fence. He kicked up a mighty dust cloud, as he sped down the air strip towards Michael's location. He skidded to a halt outside the wooden building.

"Stand back Michael." he warned him.

He swung around and rammed head on into the rear end of the structure. The wall caved in creating a wall of dust. Michael and Janice emerged from the dust cloud and quickly entered KITT. Michael hammered away at the dash controls, relieving his tension. Before he could do anything, He needed to raise Devon.

"Are you both alright? Did that maniac hurt you?" KITT asked them with concern.

"No KITT, we're fine but thanks." Michael assured him. "Get me Devon on the line. Dallas is about to make his move."

Seconds later, Devon's face appeared on the small TV monitor.

"Ah Michael. Is everything alright? We haven't heard from you." He asked as his voice crackled over the radio.

"Dallas is going to make his move!" Michael explained. "He's heading to Iron Valley and he has no intention of listening to reason. KITT and I are about to go after him."

"Right. I'm going to contact the state police." Acknowledged Devon. "Try and stall them if you can."

"You got it." Michael responded as he threw his foot down on the accelerator.

Dallas entered his armoured Jeep along with his right hand man. He signalled the other men to follow close behind. Single file, they left the air strip via another unmarked dirt road. The flat bed truck which had been heavily modified, followed close behind. He studied a classified route map which included the secret military base.

"Once we arrive here at this perimeter, we'll need to disable the external and internal security alarms. If I remember right, there should be a small junction box next to the main gate. I'll take care of that."

"Okay Tom." His driver replied. "We should be there before sundown."

"Sundown? That means then the night vision cameras will need to be taken care of too."

"But we don't know where they are?"

Dallas assured his driver. He couldn't tolerate any panic. "Don't worry. I do. Let's just keep to the plan. Remember, I'm meeting the Koreans tomorrow night, we can't afford to have any slip ups."

"And Knight?"

"As for him, well he better pray that he never sees me again."

They cruised out over the rocky terrain with confidence in their minds. Dallas focused all of his attention the road. He had entered his own little zone, unaware that Michael and KITT were on their way to stop them. Meanwhile back at the airfield, KITT had finished scanning the air strip when he stumbled across something.

"Michael, I have spotted multiple Jeep tracks and that of a truck." he reported.

Michael knew the answer. "That's them, pal. Let's go after them. Is the terrain suitable enough for Super Pursuit Mode?"

A diagram appeared of the monitor. "I'm sorry Michael but the terrain is rocky. At Super Pursuit Speeds, the terrain could damage a number of my internal circuits."

"Then we may never catch them in time." Janice moaned, her sense of despair lingered in her gut.

"My dear lady, you underestimate me." KITT said to her in a cunning tone.

"We'll have to go off road and cut a few corners." Michael said as he steered KITT onto the dirt path. "Activate your all terrain mode."

With that, they headed off road towards Iron Valley. The road was pretty dangerous, surrounded in Cactus plants and boulders. The elements provided problems that forced Michael to reduce their speed. It seemed impossible for a while until;

"Michael, I'm picking several vehicles on the scanner."

The convoy appeared on the monitor as several red blips. KITT then appeared as a black blip, showing the distance and speed between them. There seemed to be a chance after all.

"There they are." Michael shouted, his voice tried to cut through the loud sounds of the desert wilderness.

KITT continued with his readings. "We're not far behind. If we keep at this present speed, we will intercept them as they arrive at the base. Hypothetically speaking."

Michael smiled, but it wasn't a smile of confidence. For once, he wasn't sure what to expect.

"We'll soon see buddy." he said, keeping his faith intact.

Several miles up ahead, Dallas's convoy arrived at the facility. It was a vast complex, separated from the rest of the desert by a dense barbedwire fence. There were huge warning signs placed through out the perimeter fence. Dallas located the circuit box. He left the truck and removed a pair of appliance cutters. He clipped the wires in half at a certain point. He smiled at the sound of the electricity dissipate through the metal conduits. He looked back at the driver and gestured him to ram the gates. He Climbed back into the truck, heading into the heart of the complex. They found a series of barracks and underground testing bunkers, specifically placed around the grounds. The control post had been closed off with padlocks and chains. There appeared to be no one around. Everything appeared to be how Dallas had predicted it.

"Iron Valley." He smiled with excitement. "It's just how I remembered it. Nothings changed."

The place brought back memories to him. They were so vivid and clear that he was able to find the XK-8 hangars. He directed the driver towards the rear end of the base. His flashbacks were accurate when they found the open hangars in question. A huge smile broke out across his face. He was amazed by sight of two auto rocket turrets that rotated in a clockwise direction. They had been programmed to guard the 5, unmarked XK-8 Falcons.

"Bingo." Dallas said, commanding his men. "Right. Get to work on the truck. We need to get out of here before the emergency systems kick in."

The other men reversed the truck to the first hangar. They removed the wheel clamps on the first Jet. The Falcon gently rolled up the ramp and onto the truck. The men secured the first Jet in place using thick metal chains. Dallas inspected their work. He was impressed. Without further ado, he ordered his men to move onto the second jet. They only had 10 minutes left. Dallas believed in using heavy force should he need to. It was only a matter of time. He had that feeling in the back of his head. His plan was going too well. Someone was bound to discover what they were doing. Something explosive was about to go down.