"Michael, may I ask you a question?" KITT inquired, his voice smooth yet laced with curiosity. "When you mentioned the need to 'lay low,' did you mean it literally?"
The two observe the illicit activity outside from within a hole big enough to accommodate three cars.
Michael glanced around cautiously before replying, "KITT, I meant staying out of sight. We need to gather intel without drawing attention to ourselves."
"This is not exactly what I had in mind; I thought we would be out in the field, blending into the surroundings, not hiding in a hole like groundhogs," KITT remarked a hint of exasperation in his voice.
Michael chuckled softly, "Sometimes, the best vantage point is the one that keeps us hidden."
KITT processed this information, his circuits buzzing with agreement and reluctance. "I suppose you're right, Michael, but I prefer a more proactive approach to our investigations."
Michael nodded, understanding KITT's desire for action. "I get that, but for now, patience is key. We'll gather the intel we need before making our move."
"Michael?"
"Yeah, KITT?"
"Do you believe we can stay concealed in this predicament?" KITT inquired, his tone laced with uncertainty.
Michael considered the question momentarily, realizing that their success often hinged on a delicate balance between stealth and bravery. "It's a gamble for sure, buddy," he said with a wry smile. "But sometimes the biggest risks lead to the greatest rewards. We have to trust our instincts and stay sharp."
"Stay sharp? Michael, I'm a car, not a knife."
Michael chuckled at KITT's quip, appreciating his partner's wit even in tense situations. "True, but you do have a knack for thinking on your wheels," he replied. "Now, let's see what dirt we can come up with."
"I'm already dirty," KITT interjected playfully. "But I suppose you're talking about the information to uncover."
Michael nodded, his expression turning serious as he activated the car's advanced scanning systems. "Exactly."
They remain inside the hole, surveying the activity. The landscape around them was a flurry of motion, with people bustling about, unaware of the observers perched just out of sight.
Michael sits straight up, straining to get a better view. "Look over there," he whispers to KITT, pointing to a group gathered around a makeshift table. "Concentrate your eyes on the table, pal."
KITT adjusted his sensors, enhancing the view of the scene before them. "I also don't have eyes, Michael," KITT replied, amused.
"KITT?"
"Yes, Michael?"
"Just keep your scanners peeled," Michael groaned.
"What do you mean by peeled? Like a banana or an orange?"
Michael closed his eyes, suppressing a smile. "Focus, KITT. We need to figure out what they're planning." The group at the table leaned in closer, their hushed voices barely audible. Michael's instincts told him that whatever discussion could be crucial to stopping the illicit activities.
"Whatever you say, Michael." KITT, by now, is having a hard time keeping the humor out of his voice.
The time for action has arrived, and Michael ordered KITT to use the tire spikes to drive out of the hole and onto the main road. With a swift motion, the vehicle surged forward, its powerful engines revving as the spikes deployed, ensuring a clear path ahead for their daring escape.
The criminals dispersed, attempting to escape the sleek black car that appeared to defy physical laws. With a determined glint in his eye, Michael pressed the pedal, enjoying the thrill of the chase as KITT masterfully swerved past obstacles and closed in on their targets with relentless precision.
"Time to nail all the bad guys, KITT," Michael declared, a fierce smile spreading across his face.
The vehicle responded with a soft beep, its advanced systems processing the surroundings and plotting the best route to cut off their opponents. "Of course, but I'm not exactly a hammer."
Michael says nothing and only rolls his eyes.
The bad guys, their plans thwarted and their pride shattered, are tied up waiting for the police to arrive. Michael leaned against KITT, catching his breath as he surveyed the scene, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. "Another day, another victory," he murmured, knowing that with KITT by his side, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
The two are driving toward FLAG's headquarters when Michael comments about KITT's supposed lack of understanding about colloquialisms. "Pal, weren't you pulling my legs back there?"
"I don't have hands, Michael. How can I pull your legs?" KITT responded with a hint of playful sarcasm in his synthetic voice. "But if you need assistance with other idioms, I'm more than equipped to help."
Michael chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief at the car's sense of humor, grateful for the unique partnership they shared.
"There is one thing I'm serious about," KITT continued, his tone shifting as he processed Michael's expression. "I love you, Michael. Colloquialisms and all."
Michael felt a warmth spread through him at KITT's unexpected declaration. "I love you too, buddy," he replied, a smile tugging at his lips. It was moments like these that reminded him of the extraordinary bond they had forged, one that transcended the traditional limits of man and machine.