Michael, alongside Devon, just stood there, bewildered. The wreckage was unbelievable, but she escaped unscathed? There was no way possible for that to happen unless there was a third party involved.
"K.I.T.T., analyze the scene. See if you can find any footprints in the dirt," Michael requested.
"Two sets, Michael," K.I.T.T. answered. "I was already in the process."
"Two sets, huh?" He rubbed his chin as he looked around. "Sizes?"
"A 9.5 and an 11, the 9.5 belonging to a female, presumably Bonnie. The 11 trails behind; probably her captor."
"Who would do such a thing?" Devon rhetorically asked himself.
"I can probably tell you, Devon. It was whoever created this device in the first place. He wanted it back bad enough to ambush the convoy."
"You are wrong, Michael," K.I.T.T. corrected. "Evidence indicates that the brake lines were severed on all three vehicles."
"So, whoever wanted it was the last one to have done repairs on the vehicle. You know as well as I do, Devon, that this armored van was under tight security except for when it went through it's routine inspection."
"Yes, well, good luck finding him, Michael. F.L.A.G. always hires the first professional mechanic available to do house calls, and each time it could be a different contractor. They do this in support of the local businesses," Devon explained.
"Well it shouldn't be too hard to figure out which company was hired most recently, should it?"
"I have already pinpointed it," K.I.T.T. stated. "Very surprising too; they don't have an IP address. It's a little shop called Hazzard Garage, in Hazzard County, Georgia."
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Knight in Hazzard County
FanfictionIt was just an ordinary mission. But when the circumstances change, Michael finds himself in a place he never expected; Hazzard County. Things escalate beyond his control, forcing him to team up with the Dukes.
