Knight Rider 2000

Mr. X

Written by

Patrick Gaido

And

Scott Kirkessner

Based upon KNIGHT RIDER

Created by

Glen A. Larson

Original KNIGHT RIDER 2000 Concept by

Rob Hedden

New concept by

Scott Kirkessner

Catch a ride back to 1986 to find out where the terror all started…

Rated PG-13 for language.

“Mr. X? Who the hell is this Mr. X?” Shawn asked, looking at the badly bruised Natalie.

“Someone I hoped I would never hear of again.” Bonnie said, speaking up.

“What? You know this guy?” Kevin asked.

“Mr. X, who’s real name is Baxter Lex, was a mad genius who decided to go on a bombing spree in 1986. It was FLAG who busted him.” Natalie explained.

“How come I don’t know about him?” Shawn asked.

“It was a case that we didn’t like to talk about.” Bonnie said.

“Wouldn’t I have picked it up from KITT’s memory chip?”

“No.” A voice answered from the doorway. Everyone turned around to see who it was. It was Michael Knight.

“Michael?” Bonnie asked, amazed.

“You wont find any files on Mr. X anywhere in FLAG because Devon had them erased.” Michael said, walking into the room.

“Why?” Shawn asked.

“The whole experience dealing with X was too emotional. Do you remember the bombing at Disney World?” Michael asked her.

“That was him?” Shawn asked.

“Yeah,” Natalie said, “the FBI still has a file on him.”

“Can you get us that file?” Michael asked.

“Sure,” Natalie answered, “guess who was the SAIC who re-wrote his criminal profile when he escaped from prison in 1999.”

Everyone eyed Natalie, who nodded.

“How come he wasn’t pursued when he escaped?” Maddock asked.

“We staged a raid on a suspicious cabin in Big Bear. Before we got there, the place was destroyed in an explosion. We found some human remains, and an analysis determined it was the remains of Mr. X. The case was closed.” Natalie explained.

“Michael, how did you know to come to us?” Bonnie asked.

“I found this on the windshield of my car.” Michael said, removing an envelope from the inside pocket of his leather jacket.

Everyone looked at the envelope. Bonnie took it.

“Be careful!” Michael said, concerned.

“KITT,” Bonnie said into her comm-link, “run an analysis on this envelope for me.”

“Be careful with that!” KITT yelled. “If the letter inside is removed, two chemicals will mix and a bomb will go off!”

“You said there was a letter inside, pal,” Michael said, “Does it say anything?”

“Michael, is that you?” KITT asked, not sure whether to be excited or confused.

“Yeah it’s me. Now listen, someone planted this envelope at my cabin. I have a good idea who it is because of the big X on the back.”

“Well who is it?” KITT asked.

“It’s Mr. X, buddy. He’s back.”

“Michael,” Bonnie said, “KITT doesn’t remember.”

“I’m afraid she’s right, Michael. Who is Mr. X?”

“We’ll fix that, KITT. You’ll find out soon.” Bonnie assured. “What does the letter say?”

“It says ‘Let’s play a game, Mr. Knight. Don’t try No-Doz, you better stay away from those.’”

“What the hell does that mean?” Kevin asked.

“It’s a game. Some kind of clue.” Michael explained.

“Well, Michael,” Maddock said, “since you’re here, what can you tell us about Mr. X?”

Michael sighed and sat down. “I hope you have awhile.”

November 12, 1986

2300 Hrs PST

Location: San Francisco, California

It was a cold and rainy Friday night. Sarah Baker was on her way home from work in her red Volvo Station Wagon. She had just come from her job at the Embarcadero. She had the radio on to keep herself from falling asleep at the wheel.

To Sarah it seemed like the dark road ahead of her ran on forever. She was exhausted and wanted to get home as soon as possible. Suddenly, she noticed something strange happening to her car; it started slowing down.

When the car finally came to halt on the side of the road it finally died. She looked at her dashboard and noticed she was out of gas.

Looking across the street, she saw an Exxon station. She opened her door and shivered in the cold and pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders. She walked across the empty street but stopped, realizing she forgot her purse in the car.

She turned around and walked back towards her car. Just then, her car erupted into flames, throwing her backwards back onto the street. Two more explosions pulverized the car as Sarah lay on the wet street, unconscious.

“Macgregor, what the hell are you doing!? You were supposed to have blown it up with her in the car! Not after she got out!” David Dudley told his partner, Jason Macgregor, who was watching from the other side of the road in their pick-up truck.

Macgregor looked at the remote control in his hand with disgust, which looked similar to a garage door opener. “There must have been a malfunction! Shit, the boss is not going to like this,” he said with his hand in a fist resting on his chin and his elbow on the side of the door.

“You idiot! Now he's probably going to kill us both because of you!”

“Hey man, don't blame all of this on me!” Macgregor said.

“Quiet! You hear that,” Dudley said hearing sirens in the distance.

“It's the police and paramedics. Let's get out of here,” Macgregor said starting the truck.

As they drove off Dudley watched the Volvo go up in flames as police units and an ambulance arrived on the scene.

November 15, 1986

1015 Hrs PST

“Michael, I thought we were supposed to have another week of vacation. Why would Devon pull us away from some fun in the sun so early?” KITT asked Michael.

“You're guess is as good as mine KITT. When I talked to Devon at the hotel it sounded pretty serious,” Michael replied.

“I sure hope whatever this is doesn't take too long. I was actually enjoying my relaxation time,” KITT said.

“Same here pal,” Michael said when he heard a noise from inside the car.

“Devon's calling,” KITT said.

Michael punched some buttons above his head and Devon's face came to life on KITT's right monitor.

“Hello Devon!” Michael said.

Devon Miles was sitting down at his desk in his office.

“Devon, please tell me you have good news for us,” Michael said.

“I'm afraid not Michael,” Devon said. “The reason why I cut your vacation short is because we’ve received a call from a Sarah Baker in San Francisco.”

“Okay?” Michael asked, looking for some relevance.

“She called us asking for help. She was injured in a car explosion and fears her life is in danger.” Devon explained. “She was very shaken up, and all she said was that she needed our help desperately. I told her that you would visit her in the hospital as soon as you arrived in San Francisco.” Devon said.

“All right, I'll see what she has to say. With any luck we should be arriving in San Francisco within the hour. Anything else?”

“Not at the moment but I'll keep in touch. Have a good day.”

“You too Devon and thanks for the vacation,” Michael said. Then Devon disappeared from the monitor. Michael and KITT continued on down the road.

There was a knock at the door. A man sitting at his desk in a large luxurious living area inside a huge mansion looked up. He was in his mid thirties, had short black hair, which cut military style. He was well built and was in excellent condition. He wore a white short sleeve shirt with a collar and blue jeans. “Come in,” the man said calmly.

The door opened and two men walked in. David Dudley and Jason Macgregor walked to the desk and stood at attention like soldiers.

“Sir,” the two said in unison.

“I take it you have good news for me?” the man asked.

“Not exactly sir. There was a malfunction with the remote control,” Macgregor said.

“You mean she's not dead?” the man asked trying to remain calm.

“No sir,” Macgregor replied.

“You told me you inspected that device thoroughly and that it was functioning properly!” the man said raising his voice.

“Yes sir… I know… but...” Macgregor stuttered.

“But what!? I need a little more info than that!” the man said.

The room was silent for a moment. Neither man knew what to say.

The man sitting down finally stood up and pulled out a .45 automatic from his side pocket and aimed it right at Macgregor’s face. “You messed up for the last time.” He said, pulling the trigger.

He then aimed the gun at Dudley's face. “And as for you.” He pulled the trigger again but heard only a click this time. “Fail me again and the chamber won't be empty.”

“Yes sir,” Dudley said, shitting his pants.

“Now it is my understanding that Sarah has been taken to a local hospital in San Francisco. Correct?” the man asked.

“Yes sir, San Francisco General,” Dudley said.

“Good. I want you go there and kill her and I want it done right this time. I'm not going to waste time chasing after her with bombs even though that's my specialty. Got it?” the man said.

“Yes sir,” Dudley said.

“Dismissed.”

Dudley nodded and left the room.

Eric Johnson walked into the room from a back door. “Well?”

“I've sent Dudley to San Francisco General to kill Sarah. Follow him and make sure he does his job right this time. You're the best man I have Johnson and the only one I trust. Don't let me down,” the man said.

“Yes sir, Mr. X,” Johnson said and left the room.

1241 Hrs PST

San Francisco General Hospital

“I hate hospital parking lots. Especially when baby carriages and wheel chairs run into me,” KITT said pulling into a parking space close to the entrance of the hospital.

Michael had to laugh at that. He had heard KITT say that several times in the past and knew KITT hated it as much as police impounds. “KITT, relax, will ya? It's only temporary.”

“I certainly hope so,” KITT replied.

“All right, scan the building and see if you can locate which floor Sarah is on. This will save me from having to go to the front desk and ask one of the nurses,” Michael said.

“A bit lazy today. Aren't we?” KITT said.

“Very funny,” Michael said. Suddenly, KITT's monitor came to life with a graphic picture of the third floor of the hospital. A red flashing dot appeared seconds later.

“I've located Sarah in room 302 but she is scheduled to discharged today,” KITT said. Michael pushed a button on the console to activate KITT's surveillance mode then exited the car.

“Keep your eyes open pal, I may need you,” Michael told KITT.

“Of course,” KITT replied.

David Dudley sat in his black Porsche 911 and watched as people entered and exited the hospital. He opened up the glove compartment and removed a silenced .45 automatic. He stuck it inside of his jacket and got out.

He walked through the automatic doors and towards a bank of elevators. Instinct had him approach the button and he almost pushed it before he noticed it was already activated. He looked up and saw a man wearing a black leather jacket standing with his hands inside of his pockets.

When the doors opened, both men entered the elevator.

“Which floor?” The man asked cheerfully.

“Third,” Dudley replied coldly.

“Ah, small world.” The man said, pushing the button.

After a few minutes, the doors opened and both men stepped off the elevator. As Dudley headed towards room 302 he noticed the man was headed in the same general direction he was. Moments later, he arrived at Sarah Baker's room. The man he followed entered the room. Dudley stopped outside the door and waited.

“Ms. Baker?” Dudley heard the man say from inside the room.

“Who are you?” was the only thing left he could hear.

“I'm Michael Knight. I'm with the Foundation for Law And Government,” Michael said watching Sarah pack her suitcase on the bed. She looked like she was just about to leave. Michael noticed that her arms and legs were all bandaged up.

“Well if you are, then you better forget it because I don't feel like talking to anyone right now! So just leave! Okay?” she said sternly. Michael walked over to her. He wasn't giving up that easily.

“Look, I can see you're upset right now but I need to know why you called us. Please? I drove all the way here so I can help you,” Michael said.

“Look, Mr. Knight. Thank you for your help but this is not the time nor the place,” she replied calming down a little.

Just then the door opened and a man walked in the room and took out a gun from his jacket. Michael grabbed Sarah and dove for cover behind the bed as bullets started flying everywhere.

“KITT, I need a diversion,” Michael said into his commlink.

Seconds later a voice came over the intercom. It was KITT. “Code blue, code blue! Room 302! Code blue, code blue! Room 302!” KITT's voice was heard all over the hospital.

The man stopped firing in panic and ran out of the room.

Michael pulled Sarah to her feet. “Come on!” Michael yelled, holding her by the arm. They ran out the door and after the man. “KITT, meet me at the entrance!”

Once outside, Dudley ran to his car and noticed there was someone already sitting in the passenger seat. He stopped just inches from the driver's side door. It was Johnson.

Dudley got inside and started the engine.

“Well Dudley. It seems you've screwed up again,” Johnson said calmly.

“I don't have time for your bullshit! There's a guy with Sarah! We've gotta get out of here! Now!” he said, peeling out of the parking lot.

“Get in!” Michael told Sarah as they got into KITT.

Michael pressed the ignition button and the engine came to life. He put the car into reverse and backed out of the parking space and exited the parking lot onto the main road. Once on the main road, Michael could see the black Porsche 911 in the distance. “Super Pursuit Mode! Now!” Michael told KITT as he pressed a button behind the gear shifter.

Suddenly, the front nose extended out from the main body of the Trans Am. The top half of the nose rose up, the ram air duct on the hood rose up at an angle. Numerous air vents extended out. The rear of the car rose up and extended. A thunderous boom occurred as the car sped loudly after the Porsche. Michael watched as the car weaved in and out of traffic and ran every stop light on the road.

“Michael, if the Porsche continues on its present course it will soon cross some railroad tracks up ahead and there is a train that is not too far away approaching at a speed of 84 mph,” KITT warned Michael.

“Will it make it!?” Michael asked.

“If it does, it will be by the skin of it's bumper,” was KITT's reply.

“All right, get me a close up on the Porsche real fast,” Michael said punching some buttons above the console.

On the monitor a picture of the Porsche was seen speeding through stoplights and nearly colliding with other cars.

As KITT's speedometer climbed past 320, the Porsche was just a few feet away from crossing the tracks and the train was just moments away from colliding with it.

Seconds later the Porsche whipped across the tracks, just seconds before the train hit. Michael and KITT were close behind. Suddenly the train exploded.

“Are we clear to turbo!?” Michael asked.

“No, Michael. There's a traffic jam on the other side of the tracks!” KITT replied.

Michael pressed the button marked “EBS” and slammed on the breaks. The car came to a sudden halt with its tires screeching and flaps on the sides and on top of the car extending out.

“Can you pick him up on your scanner?” Michael asked.

“I'm sorry Michael but he's gone,” was KITT's reply. Michael usually did not like to hear those words. He hit the steering wheel in anger.

“Call the paramedics, fire department and the police. Get them out here right away. Any casualties?” Michael asked.

“Eight, I'm afraid to say.” Michael took a deep sigh. He pushed the Super Pursuit Mode button and the car transformed back into its original Trans Am form and left the scene.

“All right, now what the hell is going here Sarah?” Michael asked. “Why was that guy at the hospital trying to kill you?”

Sarah kept her mouth shut. She stared out the window with a terrified look on her face. It was silent for a few minutes.

Michael tried again. “Listen Sarah, I didn't come down here just to enjoy the scenery! I came to help you! You called the Foundation for our help and now you don't want anything to do with us! Why!?” Michael said never taking his eyes off her.

Sarah looked at him and sighed. She then started to cry. “I can't,” she said. Tears starting rolling down her cheeks.

“Can't what?” Michael asked. They were back on the main highway headed toward Los Angeles.

“I can't tell you. If he finds out, he'll kill me,” Sarah said.

“Who are you talking about?” Michael asked. There was silence for a moment.

“Where are we going?” Sarah asked with tears in her eyes still. She wiped them.

“To the Foundation for Law And Government,” Michael said.

“Michael, it looks like we won't have to travel that far. The Mobile Unit is just five miles from our present location. They are awaiting our arrival,” KITT said.

“Thanks buddy,” Michael told the AI as the black Trans Am continued down the road where the semi was waiting.

1448 Hrs PST

Mr. X stood at his window with his arms crossed and looked out at the horizon. He was wearing army boots, white and black camouflaged pants and a navy blue bulletproof vest. Not that he was worried about getting shot but he liked way it looked on him. He had look that could burn through lead. When he heard about the train that exploded, he grinned. What a delight it was to hear or see something explode. It gave him a ton of satisfaction.

He had two objectives to complete before his mission was over. Neither one of them was finished yet but he was confident they would be before he was ready for a vacation.

“Sir? Johnson and Dudley are here,” One of the armed guards at the door said.

“Send them in,” Mr. X said not turning around. He just kept looking straight out the window. The two men entered the room and walked over to Mr. X's desk.

Johnson, Mr. X's close and personal friend, stayed far behind Dudley on the way in. Mr. X trusted Johnson more than anyone else who was working for him.

He finally turned and walked over to Dudley and nailed him straight in the jaw and Dudley fell hard to ground. Dudley was on the ground for a while holding the soar spot while moaning.

Mr. X quickly pulled him back up to his feet “Are you incompetent or just plain stupid!” he said in disgust and punched him in the stomach.

Dudley bent over in pain and Mr. X threw him across the room onto a glass table. The table shattered as Dudley fell to the floor. Glass covered him. He was bleeding all over. Mr. X stood there and smiled. He reached behind his desk and picked up a shotgun.

“Please sir. NO!” Dudley said. His voice was hoarse and weak.

Mr. X pulled the trigger and blew Dudley’s head apart. “I told you if you failed me again the chamber wouldn't be empty,” Mr. X said. He handed the shotgun to Johnson. “Clean this mess up!” he ordered the armed guards.

The guards obeyed immediately and walked over to the dead body and got to work. Mr. X turned to Johnson finally. “I hire these men to kill. Not to turn away like frightened children.”

“I couldn't agree with you more,” Johnson said.

“Did you get the license plate on the black Trans Am that was following you?” Mr. X asked.

“Yeah. K-N-I-G-H-T,” replied Johnson.

“Run a check on the plates. Find out whom the car belongs to. I don't care what it takes. Sarah is certainly with them right now probably telling them about her past including me.”

“You think she's dumb enough to spill any information about you? You've given her quite a scare over the past several years.”

“She might be smart enough to keep her mouth shut but I'm willing to bet she's soft enough to where she'll talk,” Mr. X said. “Now, changing the subject. Have the bombs been safely planted at the happiest place on earth?” he asked smiling.

“Yes sir,” Johnson said.

“What about the phone equipment?”

“All ready to go.”

“Good. While you're doing research on that car, I'm going to attend to some unfinished business at my desk and then make a phone call tomorrow morning to a person who's very important to the people of this nation and around the world.”

“Devon, I'm telling you, that train explosion was no accident! It was planned,” Michael said. They were standing in the semi next to KITT and RC III.

“I don't doubt you Michael. The point is that the local authorities and the bomb squad couldn't find any bomb fragments within the remains,” Devon explained.

“So what else could've caused the explosion?” Michael asked.

“Well, since the train was carrying 18,000 gallons of fuel, anything could've caused it to explode,” Devon said.

“Michael? Devon? If I may, I have something you might find interesting,” KITT said jumping in.

“Sure. Go ahead,” Michael told KITT.

“Well, to put it simply, a grenade is what caused the train to explode,” KITT said.

“A grenade? How?” Michael was confused. On the monitor on the far wall towards the front of the semi, a still picture of the Porsche in mid air crossing the railroad tracks appeared.

“If you look at the picture on the monitor very closely, you will see a black dot located just beneath the Porsche,” KITT said. Sure enough there it was. Michael and Devon watched with great interest. “Now I will focus on the black dot and magnify it.”

The black dot got larger until that was only thing showing on the monitor. “Now I will enhance the picture.” The picture was enhanced until everyone could clearly see that it was indeed a grenade.

“Well, if the grenade was not thrown out the side window then how did it get under the car?” RC III said.

“I ran a cross check on the cars blueprints. Right behind the gear shifter a door panel slides open,” KITT explained.

“Well, that explains it although not very common in cars today,” Michael said looking at Devon and RC.

“Good work KITT,” Devon said.

“Thank you Devon. I ran a cross check on the license plate but came up empty handed,” KITT replied.

Just then a door opened and Bonnie Barstow, KITT's technician, came out from the lounge area that was located at the front of the trailer.

“Well?” Michael asked her. He was referring to Sarah.

“She won't talk. She's still in shock from what's happened to her in the last couple of days. I think it will be some time before she actually starts talking to anybody,” Bonnie answered.

Michael immediately walked past Bonnie into the lounge and closed the door. He looked at Sarah who was sitting down and then walked over to the sink to pour a glass of water.

“Care for a drink?” Michael said pouring a glass. “Look Sarah I…”

“Michael you don't have to say anything,” she said cutting him off. “I've been a total jerk ever since you found me and for what it's worth I'm sorry.” She wiped a tear from her face.

Michael walked over with the glass of water and handed it to her and sat down next to her. “That's okay. You don't have to apologize. I understand,” he said.

“I called you all because I trusted FLAG. Now it's time to tell you what is going on and why that guy was probably trying to kill me today,” Michael listened.

“I've been married twice. Divorced once. My second husband died in an explosion about a year ago.”

“What about your first husband?” Michael asked.

Sarah managed a hurt laugh. “My first husband is pretty much a walking nightmare. That's why I'm here. His name is Baxter Lex. He goes by the name of Mr. X now. He's the one who tried to kill me that night I was driving home from work. He killed my second husband by planting a bomb at our house when we were still married. Luckily I wasn't there when it happened but unfortunately for my husband, he was.”

“Why didn't he kill you as well at the time?”

“He tried but misfired. I was visiting my folks in Idaho at the time. I'm not as dumb as he thinks I am,” Sarah said.

“Sarah, do you know who the guy was that we were chasing today?” Michael asked.

Sarah shook her head. “I've never seen him before in my life. He probably works for Baxter for all I know.”

Michael looked at her. She looked tired. “Thanks. You get some rest now, okay?” Michael said as he got up from the sofa.

“Michael, wait! Before you go after this guy you better be careful,” she said sincerely.

“Baxter is highly dangerous. Probably more dangerous than any other person I've ever known. This guy is a ruthless killer. He's an expert in planting and making bombs. He's been wanted by the United States Government for years and still no one has ever been able to find him.”

“Anything else?” Michael asked.

“No. After we got married he wouldn't tell me anything about his past expect that he was in the Military.”

“Thanks,” he said and left the lounge.

Walt Disney World

November 16, 1986

0930 Hrs EST

Location: Orlando, Florida

A picture of Walt Disney sat on the desk belonging to Roy Disney.

Roy sat down in front of a mound of paper work asking for his approval or signature. The new Epcot Center had just opened, and Disney’s MGM Studio’s was slated to open in 1989.

He looked up from his papers when the telephone rang.

“Hello?” Roy said.

“Mr. Roy Disney?” the voice on the other end said. The voice sounded computerized and was low in tone but sounded human. Roy listened confused as to what was going on.

“Who is this?” he asked.

“Who I am is unimportant. What I want? Well if you don't want your theme parks turning into the worst disaster area in U.S. history within 24 hours, what I want is very important.”

“What do you mean?” Roy asked.

“Mr. Disney, you have a very serious problem. I have planted multiple bombs in your park. I will not tell you where they are, but I will tell you that they are planted on your MonoRail lines. I want $17,000,000 to be transferred to the account shown on your computer screen.”

Roy looked as a mysterious account number appeared on his monitor. It was freaky knowing that someone was hacking into his computer.

“I don't have that kind of money,” Roy said in disbelief.

“Then I guess you can kiss your ass goodbye.”

“No, wait! All right, I'll do it,” Roy said and took a deep breath.

“Good. If you alert the media, I detonate the bombs. If you evacuate the parks, I will detonate the bombs. If you call in the local authorities and bomb squad or tell anyone about this, I will blow Disney World to the next world. Now, do we understand each other?” the voice asked.

Roy took several deep breaths. “Yes,” he said finally.

“You have 24 hours.”

There was a sudden “click” and all Roy could hear was a buzzing noise coming through on his end. He slowly put down the phone and rubbed his eyes.

FLAG Mobile Unit

1248 Hrs PST

“Anything?” Michael asked Bonnie as she searched for Baxter's name in the computer.

“Nothing yet,” Bonnie replied as she kept typing at her computer.

“How about you buddy? Come up with anything on that guy we were chasing yesterday?” Michael asked KITT.

“Yes I did,” KITT said. A picture of the guy showed up on the monitor on the far wall opposite of KITT. Everyone turned to look.

“What is it about him that makes me suspicious?” Michael asked.

“Probably because he detonated a train.” RC said.

Michael snapped his fingers. “That’s it!” he said.

“What is?” Bonnie asked.

“KITT, activate your Interactive Graphics Plotter.” Michael said.

“All right?” KITT asked.

“Scan the photo.”

KITT scanned the picture and a side-by-side analysis appeared on his TV screen inside.

“What are you getting at?” Bonnie asked.

Michael looked inside. “That’s it, I knew it!” he said, punching the air.

“What is it?” Devon asked.

“KITT feed the images onto the semi’s screen.”

The two images appeared on the giant TV screen.

“All right, it’s two dudes.” RC said.

“Devon, KITT, you know what I’m getting at.” Michael said.

“I’m afraid I do, Michael.” Devon said. “It’s David Dudley.”

“All right, I’m missing something here.” RC said.

“Me too,” Bonnie said, “who is David Dudley?”

“David Dudley was a henchman for a junkyard operator by the name of Louis R. Gastner. Gastner hired illegal immigrants and when someone threatened to blow the whistle, he had them killed.” Devon explained.

“I knew that Porsche and that voice seemed too familiar.” Michael said.

“Then why didn’t you say anything, Michael?” KITT asked.

“I thought it was dumb intuition.”

“Dudley and a partner shot an innocent man in a case of mistaken identity. He was arrested for aggravated assault and released when Gastner posted the bail. Dudley was sentenced to two years in prison.” Devon continued.

“Further records show Dudley was released late last year and subsequently disappeared from public life.” KITT added.

“Well it looks like he’s back.” Devon said.

“It may also be interesting to note that the license plate and VIN numbers have changed on the Porsche.” KITT noted.

“So what do we do now?” RC asked.

“I guess we should find him.” Michael said.

“Any ideas where to begin?” RC asked.

“I know exactly where we should go.” Devon said. “Bonnie, do we have an address for Mr. Dudley?”

“I got it right here,” Bonnie said with a grin, “and conveniently, he’s right in town.”

1300 Hrs PST

“The money has been transferred,” a voice said on the other end of the phone.

“Good. He delivered. Thank you,” Mr. X said and hung up the phone. There was a knock at his door. “Come in.” The door opened and in stepped Johnson with an excited look on his face.

“I have it sir,” he said.

“You have it all? Let me see it,” Mr. X said a little surprised. Johnson walked over to him and placed a piece of paper on Mr. X's desk.

“The man who was chasing us yesterday, his name is Michael Knight.” He pointed to a picture on the desk. “He works for an secret organization known as FLAG. I hacked into their computer system and got all the information needed.”

“The Foundation for Law And Government?” Mr. X said curiously reading the piece of paper. He smiled.

“Yeah. You know them?” Johnson asked.

“An associate of mine did awhile back. They're no threat to us. Continue,” Mr. X said.

“The black Trans Am he was driving that day also belongs to FLAG. It is known as KITT, which stands for the Knight Industries Two Thousand. It's an artificial intelligent computer that was put into the car. Now, KITT can do a lot of interesting things such Turbo Boost, Ski Mode and Super Pursuit Mode. It also has surveillance mode. But the most interesting about the car is that it is covered with bullet proof alloy known as the Molecular Bonded Shell.”

“What I wouldn't give to have something like that on my car,” Mr. X said. Johnson pointed to something on the sheet. “What's that?”

“The formula that makes the car invulnerable.”

A huge smile came over his face. “Who's this? Wilton Knight?” Mr. X asked.

“Wilton Knight was a visionary. He wanted to do everything in his power to improve his world, and he dedicated the last years of his life and all his resources to founding FLAG. He died right before Michael Knight became FLAG's operative.”

“Who took Wilton's place?” Mr. X asked.

“A man by the name of Devon Miles who is the head of the Foundation for Law and Government. He took over when Wilton passed away in 1982. Devon sat on the Knight Foundation's Board of Directors, and was one of three people in the world who knew two of the three major components for KITT's Molecular Bonded Shell. The girl you see here is Bonnie Barstow who is the design engineer for KITT, joining shortly after the initial creation of him. Although not an original designer for the 2000 series, she routinely repaired, modified, and upgraded the vehicle's onboard systems, including the creation of Super-Pursuit Mode.”

“Excellent. Were there any major adversaries to FLAG?” Mr. X asked. He liked this part most of all.

“Glad you asked. Two actually stood above all the rest. KARR and Garthe Knight and Goliath.”

“What does KARR stand for?”

“The Knight Automated Roving Robot. He had all of KITT's capabilities.”

“He?” Mr. X was confused as to why Johnson was referring to the cars as humans.

“Well, both cars have a personality and feelings chip installed into their CPU,” Johnson tried to explain. “Although very similar to KITT, the prototype lacked one important feature. The main program was self preservation at all costs, an oversight by Wilton and Devon. Once the car was activated, its primary directive was self-preservation at all costs. Upon realizing their mistake, Wilton and Devon promptly had the car deactivated and ordered it to be dismantled. However, the technicians had forgot to dismantle the car, and stored it in the Knight Museum of Technology, where it sat quietly for a number of years. That is, until one day some thieves inadvertently activated KARR and went on a crime spree. Michael and KITT destroyed KARR later. Then he was reactivated again and destroyed again by Michael and KITT. Now his CPU sits in a secured lab at the Foundation.”

Mr. X just sat there and listened with a big smile on his face.

“Next is Garthe Knight, Wilton's only son. Before he tried to kill Michael and KITT both Wilton and Devon thought Garthe had been permanently put away in a remote prison in Africa. After many years in captivity, Garthe managed to escape, return to the United States and, with the help of Wilton's ex-wife Elizabeth, build a huge truck named Goliath. The truck was used to kill KITT. It had both KITT and KARR's molecular bonded shell. He was arrested after his first confrontation with Michael and killed the second time after driving off a cliff. The interesting about all of this is that Garthe and Michael look exactly alike. Wilton created Michael face in Garthe's image,” Johnson finished.

“Well, this is impressive Johnson,” Mr. X said.

“Thank you sir. By the way, we are ready send Dudley home,” Johnson said.

“Good. Gather up a two of your men to deliver the package while I start looking over these files,” Mr. X said.

“Yes sir,” Johnson said and left the room.

“Oh Johnson,” Mr. X said.

“Yes?” Johnson said, turning around.

Mr. X opened his desk drawer and took out a small device. “When you wish upon a star…” he said.

Johnson smiled. “Makes no difference who you are.”

“Or where you are.” Mr. X said, pressing multiple buttons.

1604 Hrs EST

It didn't matter if it was mid summer or during the Christmas holidays. Disney World was always packed with tourists especially now since Epcot had just opened. The lines everywhere were extremely long.

There was a short line to board the MonoRail, but it wasn’t long before Karen Green and her daughter, Tara, had their hands stamped, and boarded the MonoRail.

“How much longer until we get to the other side?” Tara asked, getting bored.

“Not too much longer honey,” Karen told her.

Suddenly, two explosions rocked the MonoRail track and the tram sailed off the gap in the track. One more explosion sent the tram sailing into the air where it slammed onto the ground, upside down. All of the occupants were killed instantly.

Horrified bystanders looked on and then whipped around as six more explosions rocked the park and more MonoRails slammed into the ground…

1331 Hrs PST

Mel Jackson walked to the front door as an impatient person knocked endlessly. When he opened the door, his heart immediately dropped into his stomach.

Michael stepped through the door in a swift move and grabbed the back of Mel’s head. RC was behind him, holding the rubber M-16 replica he used when he called himself the Street Avenger.

“Hey, what the hell?!” Mel asked, trying to struggle out of Michael’s iron grasp.

“You tell me,” Michael said, “where’s your buddy?”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“David Dudley.” Michael said, simply.

“How the hell should I know? He was sent to the clink.”

“You know exactly where he is.”

“Bullshit.”

“No, bullshit is what you will become once I let my friend here at you with his gun.” Michael said. “I want some answers, now.”

“Get outta my place or I’ll sue you for illegal entrance and assault and battery.” Mel said.

“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Michael said, “tell me where David Dudley is.”

Mel stood there silent.

“All right,” Michael said, turning to RC, “ice him.”

RC raised his weapon and approached Mel as Michael released his grip.

“Wait, wait, wait! I might know where he is.” Mel said, raising his hands nervously.

“Might isn’t good enough.” Michael said.

“All right, all right!” Mel said. “I haven’t seen him two days. He told me he was working with this one guy who was paying him good money. Planned to bring me in too! He could drop in any moment. That’s the truth, I swear!”

Michael nodded. “All right, you’re getting off easy this time.” He turned around and nodded to RC.

“Thanks for helping us out, dude.” RC said, bouncing the gun against the wall.

Mel’s eyes went wide.

The two of them were about to leave the apartment when an object came crashing through the roof.

Michael and RC took cover as the object landed on the floor. Looking up, they saw it was a long box.

“What the hell is that?!” Mel asked.

Michael walked over to the box and took off the top. It was covered in several layers of white bed sheets. Michael pulled the sheets away to reveal a dead body with hardly any face and a lunch box on top of the body. A little piece of paper was taped to the box with the words “Special Delivery” written on it.

“Jesus Christ!” Mel said, looking at the body. “It’s David.”

Michael was about to say something when bullets started flying into the room. Michael grabbed RC, who was standing up and ducked for cover as the bullets filled the apartment.

Four bullets ripped through Mel’s neck as more slammed into his body. He was instantly dead before he hit the ground.

“MICHAEL!” KITT yelled over the commlink. “My scanners are detecting a bomb inside that lunch box!”

Wasting no time, Michael and RC bolted for the door, making it out just in time for the box to explode. They were thrown into the air and hit the ground.

“That's it! I've had it with Michael Knight!” Mr. X yelled throwing his phone off the desk. Johnson stood there and felt his anger. “Once the package was delivered, that bomb was to supposed to have killed him!” After a minute, he calmed himself down and sat back down in his seat. “Well, at least we destroyed the evidence along with the building,” he said not looking at Johnson.

“What do you want me to do?” Johnson asked calmly. Mr. X turned to him.

“Gather up your best men right now. We're going to pay the Foundation a little visit.

1447 Hrs PST

“They knew we were coming man, they knew it!” Michael said, nursing a cut on his forehead while KITT was running on Auto Cruise.

RC was sitting in KITT’s passenger seat holding a cloth to his bleeding shoulder.

Devon’s face looked disturbed over KITT’s monitor. “This is getting out of hand, rapidly.”

“Anything on Mr. X yet?” Michael asked.

“Bonnie wasn't able to come up with anything in the computer but Sarah was able to share something with us that was very interesting,” Devon said.

“What?”

“Well, you know about the disaster at Disney World,” Devon said reminding him.

“Yeah, we just found out,” Michael sighed.

“Sarah believes that that was Mr. X's handiwork. She says Mr. X is out for revenge on the United States government.”

“Why?”

“Because she claims they are responsible for killing Lex's father,” he explained.

“His father?” Michael was confused.

“Yes. You see his father was a mercenary. He would go to the highest bidder and fulfill the contract.”

“How so?” RC asked.

“The bidder would usually have a target for bombing or attack. Lex’s father would be the attacker. Sarah says Baxter is collecting money and using it in a way to where he'll be able to bring the government to its knees.”

“What else has Sarah given us?” Michael asked.

“Well, while Mr. X seems to be basking in complete anonymity, Sarah has told us that he joined the Marine Corps Recon and served in Vietnam as weapons and explosives specialist…” Devon’s voice was cut off by static.

“Devon? Devon!? KITT what the hell happened!?” Michael asked punching some buttons above the console. Devon's face soon disappeared from the KITT's monitor.

“I'm not sure Michael? Something is interfering with the signal,” KITT answered.

“All right, Super Pursuit Mode! Go for it!” Michael yelled.

KITT’s body transformed once again and shot down the road at 320 miles-per-hour.

Mobile Unit

“Well, while Mr. X seems to be basking in complete anonymity, Sarah has told us that he was a member of the Marine Corps Recon and served in Vietnam as a weapons and explosives specialist…” Devon stopped talking as Michael’s face disappeared from the screen.

“What the hell?” Bonnie asked.

“Michael? Michael?” Devon asked.

“Something is jamming our communications.”

Suddenly, the semi jerked on the road and started skidding.

Devon, Bonnie, and Sarah frantically tried to grab something to stabilize them.

The trailer jackknifed on the road and the skidding got louder. An explosion flipped it onto its side, tossing the three occupants around the trailer like rag dolls.

Just when they thought the skidding would never stop, it finally did.

Bonnie opened her eyes into darkness. She felt around the trailer and found a flashlight. She turned it on and shined it around the disturbed trailer. She saw Devon and Sarah lying down, unconscious.

She snapped her head up when she heard a loud noise from outside. She was blinded when sparks began filling the area as a laser began cutting a hole in the side of the trailer. The piece of metal fell down and sunlight filled the inside.

Devon stirred and looked up, shielding his eyes. When his vision finally adjusted, he saw two men walk through the hole.

The sunlight flashed across Mr. X’s face as he smiled at his new hostages…

1525 Hrs PST

“Michael, I'm getting no response from the mobile unit. Something is terribly wrong,” KITT said.

“KITT, how far are we from the semi?” Michael asked.

“Just a mile over the hill.” KITT replied.

“Oh my God.” RC said, looking at the overturned semi.

The semi was lying on its side on the road. The cab was in flames and destroyed. A hole was cut in the roof and parts of the trailer were bent and mangled.

KITT screeched to a halt in front of the mess and Michael and RC ran up to it.

“Devon! Bonnie? Sarah?” Michael screamed at the top of his lungs but heard nothing.

“KITT, where is everyone!” RC asked.

“No one is here, RC.” KITT said.

“Dammit.” Michael said, stepping through the hole into the trailer. He looked around inside amid the chaos.

“Michael, RC, get out of there! My scanners are picking up a bomb in the trailer!”

Michael bolted out of the hole and grabbed RC. The two of them frantically ran from the trailer and Michael pushed RC down to the ground.

The trailer exploded in a massive fireball, sending flames, smoke, and debris flying everywhere.

“Jesus Christ!” Michael said, getting up and dusting himself off. He turned around and looked at the burning trailer.

RC looked up at the trailer from the ground. He rubbed his head and stood up.

“Michael, I am receiving a call.” KITT said.

“From who?” Michael asked, walking over to KITT’s driver side door.

“Unknown.” KITT replied.

Michael got inside and punched a few buttons on the roof console. “Hello?”

Devon’s fatigued face showed up on the TV screen. “Michael, don't talk just listen. Mr. X has Bonnie, Sarah and myself. He wants you to come to the following address as soon as possible,” Devon said. He gave him the address and was cut off. The monitor went dark.

“Devon? Damn!” Michael sighed. “All right. Let's get to work,” Michael said and e