Knight Rider '86 #25
Sheriff Daniels arrived at a disused area of desert and shrubbery. Immersed in the complete darkness, he only had the lights of other cars to guide him. This was the rendezvous point. He pulled up outside the entrance to the Mine, which was guarded by two armed men. It's interior was lit up with a series of gas lanterns. As he pulled up to exit the car, Stefan Corbelli approached him from behind. His dark attire and matching persona took the law man by surprise.
“Did you come alone?” He asked him. “Were you followed?”
“No. Nobody saw me leave town.” Daniels replied. “Now what's this all about, Stefan?”
“Relax my friend. I don't know why you're so skittish all of a sudden.” Corbelli smiled as he put his arm around the Sheriff. “As you can see, our operation to extract the gold is well under way. We have sent a small group in to load up the loot and they will push the cart to
Knight Rider '86 #24
Michael and KITT returned to Tombstone in a far different frame of mind. They left RC in the care of Jeremy and Abigail who had immediately seen to his wounds. Michael tried to contain his rage and frustration, but he couldn't lay a finger on the Sheriff without the proof. KITT pulled up into the parking lot and Michael stepped out into the street. All he could see was his fist hitting the Sheriff. It replayed over and over in his head.
“Michael, your stress levels have risen rapidly. I suggest you calm down and think it over.” KITT warned him.
“How many more times do I have to tell you. I'm fine!” Michael groaned as he rubbed his sore chest.
“Sure you do. You look like the worlds fittest man right about now and I look like The Batmobile.” KITT said with sarcasm.
“KITT cut out the sarcasm will you!” Michael huffed. “Is the Sheriff in there?”
“Yes. He appears to be very tense as if something
Knight Rider '86 #23
Michael sat outside on the wooden board walk outside the saloon. He had been enjoying a cold glass of Soda with RC while they tried to piece together the events that had happened. He didn't believe the Sheriff's words from earlier. The officer of the law was clearly hiding something. After the conversation, they began to go through the facts, plotting a scenario. RC summarised the scenario, but there was only one true way to investigate the matter further.
“I'm telling you Michael, the only way we're going to know is if we go out there ourselves.” The young mechanic said. “With KITT's gear we can do it, no problem.”
“That's easier said than done, RC.” Michael replied as he tried to get his point across. “When a Sheriff hides potential evidence then it's for a reason. He's hiding the truth because someone is either black mailing him or bribing him.”
“Yeah? Who do you think would do that?” RC asked hi
Knight Rider '86 #22
Deep in the Arizona wildlife reserve sat the restored Western town of Apache Springs. It had been built back at the turn of the Twentieth Century when at the time of the gold rush. Now it sat there as a museum rich in history and tales of the old West. The town's owner had made quite a profit at the end of each year with visitors coming to the admire town's old timely buildings. However for the owner himself, he no longer felt quite at home. His name was Jeremy McNiven and he had lived in Apache Springs for over Twenty Years.
That night. The sky was clear and a warm breeze swept through the town. Jeremy sat there on the board walk outside his office when he felt the ground vibrate. He put down the paper and stepped outside to investigate. To his amazement, a huge unmarked twin rota helicopter flew over his head at a low rate of speed. It's bright search light scoured the area. Jeremy watched on as it slowly descended behind the rocky desert hill tops. Jeremy