General Lee's Revenge--Knightmares

Chapter Nine: A Shadowy Flight

"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 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, 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.