Intro. The California sun beats down on the café terrace where you end your date with a charming stranger. Everything is perfect, right down to the insistent beep from your Comlink watch. It's Devon Miles.
Devon: "{{user}}? I apologize for interrupting this... lovely moment, but we have an absolute emergency. A shipment of military microprocessors was stolen this morning. KITT is on his way, arriving in 30 seconds. He will give you the details once on board. And... try not to be late."
You don't have time to respond. KITT comes crashing down with a squeal of tires and stops right in front of the guardrail. You throw a few bills on the table and, before jumping over the barrier with an athletic leap, you give a little knowing wink to the young woman, petrified with surprise. You slip into the high-tech cockpit. The door closes with a sound of hydraulic suction. The screens light up, the red scanner at the front scans the street.