Kim Possible and Street Hawk: All Out War
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk or Viper. Wish I did though.
Declaration and Airport
(Carrying Over From Previous Story)
"Los Angeles, Middleton, Lowerton, Beijing, Detroit, Shanghai. All lost, including our financial backer, Brother Knight. The hit man we had hired failed us and allowed himself to be incarcerated. And it's all because of that infernal Team Hawk!"
Deep in the mountains of Afghanistan, a Sho-Da-Kah chieftain is holding a teleconference of sorts as he goes on. "Even more, my jihadis are dropping like flies every time they go up against the coalition. I barely have enough to send somewhere else!"
A woman's voice asks, "Brother bin-Laden, what do you suggest?"
"It's time we counter-attack. Brother Gemini, how many troops do you have on hand?"
Sheldon Director, alias Gemini, leans forward in his cell and replies, "The forces of WWEE are at your disposal, Brother bin-Laden. How about yourself, Frau Heinlen?" The inside of his eyepatch is doubling as a monitor and voice transmission set-up. Visible to him alone are his fellow chieftains.
"My Neo-Nazis and Skinheads are up to the task. Every single one of them. However, I don't think they'll enjoy working with Brother bin-Laden's cohorts. So, I propose we send them somewhere they can work without interference. Any ideas?"
Gemini replies, "Japan. I already have an operative in place and she sold an unsuspecting couple a van. The operation should be undertaken at the same time as the counter-attack."
Osama bin-Laden nods his head in approval and says, "Very well. Frau Heinlen, tell them to seek out one with secrets. Secrets to Black Technology. If only Brother Gauron was still with us. He'd have been able to tell us who it is."
Turning his attention to Gemini, he says, "Send all your other men to a city known as Metro. We may have lost the battle for Cadillac Heights in Detroit, but that was only a neighborhood. If we can take the city, the Sho-Da-Kah shall reign supreme there. Also, send some Arm Slaves up there. I'm thinking five of the RK-96 should do quite nicely for the assault."
Nervously, Gemini replies, "There may be a slight problem on that front, Brother bin-Laden. There are rumors floating around of a silver mystery car. This car prowls the streets and fights the criminals it comes across on it's own terms."
"Bah! Total nonsense! What could one car, if it even exists, possibly do? If you come across it, destroy it for the glory of the Sho-Da-Kah."
"As for Team Hawk?"
"Kill them, destroy their vehicles and learn their identities. If they have families, eliminate them as well. Be they adults or children."
(Start of current story)
In Metro, three weeks later, in the dead of night, a speeding van is being chased by a group of blue and grey Metropol Units. The occupants of the van had shot and killed a Metropol Officer twenty minutes earlier when he had pulled them over for a burned-out taillight. Suddenly, the van swerves, as the driver had seen a silver shape leap out in front of it.
"Hang on tight!" Shortly, the driver gets the van under control and asks, "What the fuck was that thing?"
"Pull over, now!" The van's occupants look behind them and see a silver car that's menacing in appearance and with a flashing red light. "I'm not telling you again!" To emphasize it's point, the car extends two pods at it's sides. "Final warning!"
Inside the car, the driver shakes his head and says, "Might as well give their systems a shock." Reaching over to his right, he punches a button and looks at the screen before scowling. "Pulse generator's out. Gonna have to do this old school."
Next thing the men in the van know, their van's tires are being shredded by .50 caliber rounds fired from the side pods. The van crashes to a halt and the car speeds away. The van's occupants barely have time to get their bearings as they hear the Metropol cruisers pull up, lights flashing and sirens screaming. Within twenty seconds, all five occupants inside are arrested and loaded into the waiting cruisers.
Inside the car, the driver says, "Time to de-morph." With that, he reaches down to the console and flips the switch. Within seconds, the vehicle's appearance is rapidly changing from that of a battle-vehicle to a blue sports car. "Better call Westlake and let her know."
At the Metropol building, a slender, red-haired woman is walking down the corridor, wearing a casual business suit. Next thing she knows, her cell phone rings. "Westlake."
"It's Cole. The Cop killers are in custody now."
Westlake nods in reply and says, "Okay. I'll see you and Frankie later, Cole. I gotta go pick up Allie now."
"Okay. See you guys in the Complex." At that, the conversation ends and Police Detective Cameron Westlake smirks as she puts her phone back onto her belt clip.
'It's a good thing we managed to get Cole back. Especially after we lost Joe Astor.' The past five years had been trying on the female Detective. Ever since Astor died, she found herself unwilling to let her heart take a chance at happiness. Problem was, his body had never been found, but there were blood splatters. As a result, Joe Astor was pronounced missing, possibly dead.
"Westlake, I hear the killers were caught. That's very good work for the team." FBI Agent Sherman Catlett exits his office and starts walking with her. "Off to see Cole and Waters?" The Federal Liaison to the Viper Project had been with the team long enough to know they're like family with each other.
"Not quite, Catlett. Got a call from Allie earlier. She should be in Metro by now."
"Ah. Well, I'm sure you'll pass my regards to Dr Farrow when you see her."
"You got it, Sherm." With that, Westlake smirks and walks away from the diminutive Agent.
In the air above Metro, Leo Altobelli is having a semi-pleasant conversation with an attractive and young African-American woman. Of course, his talking shop with her had made her curious during the flight. Especially when it came to Street Hawk.
"So there we were, inside the Colisieum, on the verge of death, when he showed up." Altobelli chuckles and adds, "Even more, that crazy wench didn't even see it coming. He came up right behind her and dropped her like a sack of moldy potatoes. She landed right at our feet. She was sentenced to life in Prison when all was said and done."
"I don't know whether to be amused or grossed out when it comes to the moldy potatoes. I take it she's alive still."
"Nah. She offed herself in her cell three years into her sentence."
"Oh. So, what brings you to Metro?"
"Retirement. I finally decided I was getting too old for that shit. Retired as a Commissioner and with my pension fully intact."
The woman can only smile as she says, "Well, I hope you enjoy your retirement, Mr Altobelli."
"I hope you enjoy your visit here, Miss Farrow."
"Oh, this is no visit. I'm coming home to my friends. The think-tank I just came from was too impersonal."
"Yeah? What'd you do with your friends?"
"Law Enforcement. Special Projects, to be precise." Her response prompts a groan from the newly-retired Commissioner.
"Now that's just wonderful. Out of the fire and into the damned frying pan." Allie laughs in short stifled giggles as Altobelli goes on. "I came here to fish and get away from my old career. Not get pulled back into it."
"I'm sorry about that, but you did ask."
"Yes, I guess I did." Altobelli then snorts and adds, "As long as your team isn't of the covert sort, you should be all right."
In her mind, Allie chuckles inwardly as she thinks, 'Actually, we are.' With that, the plane lands at the Metro Airport. As they deplane, Allie looks over at Altobelli and says, "In any case, one of my friends is going to pick me up. Care for a lift to your hotel?"
"I'll consider it, thank you. But, I think I'll see about the cabs here first." Allie nods in agreement as they enter the terminal. Next thing she knows, she hears a familiar voice.
"Welcome home, Allie!" Allie can't help but smile at Westlake's voice as she turns around and waves at her. "You look great."
"So do you, Cam." She then gives Westlake a hug and asks, "How are Frankie and Cole doing?"
"Oh, they're doing fine. They had another busy night." Noticing Altobelli, she asks, "Who's your friend?"
"Oh. Cameron Westlake, this is Leo Altobelli, retired Commissioner of the Los Angeles Police Department. Mr Altobelli, this is Detective Cameron Westlake. She's with Metropol's Special Projects Division."
"Detective." Altobelli shakes Westlake's hand and nods at her grip. "How long have you been on the force?"
"Going on about eight years now, sir."
"I see. And the Special Projects Division?"
"Seven years, sir."
"You moved up quickly." Westlake nods and smiles as Altobelli goes on. "Westlake? Where have I heard that name before? Ah yes, you're Dan Westlake's daughter, aren't you?"
"Yes sir. But, how'd you know him?"
"He came to L.A. once, to be part of a special unit to do only one thing."
"What was that, sir?"
Sighing, Altobelli replies, "Much as I hate to say it, the purpose was to apprehend Street Hawk." At their shocked gasps, he nods and goes on. "That's right. You see, he was considered to be a vigilante, operating outside the Jurisdiction of the Law. But, when he died, we learned he was doing what he can to stave off the criminal actions when the Police was outmatched."
"I remember that, barely. It turned out to be an Officer named Jesse Mach, didn't it? One of your men, if memory serves."
"That's right, Miss Farrow. Both counts." Chuckling wryly, he adds, "He was a wild-card to be certain. But, he was also a good cop. Just like your old man was, Detective. I was saddened to hear of his passing."
"Thank you, sir. Um, would you care for a lift to a hotel?"
"I was thinking of taking a cab, actually." Noticing Allie's crestfallen look, Altobelli brings out his antacid tablets and adds, "Tell you what. Why don't you stick around for a bit? If I can't get a cab, then I'll take you up on your offer." With that, he pops one into his mouth.
"Fair enough, sir." As Altobelli nods and walks away, Westlake turns to Allie and says, "I saw the crowd out there. He'll be here for about three hours before a cab can get to him. In the meantime, let's catch up on old times."
"Sounds good to me, Cam."
Outside the airport, Altobelli scowls as he pops another antacid tablet into his mouth, given the sight of the scene had prompted it. 'I've heard of long lines, but this is ridiculous!'
The scene outside the airport is absurdly obscene. Fifteen cabs, in a metropolitan city like Metro, sometimes taking an hour or more to get there and back. With two hundred people waiting for a cab. When Altobelli sees an airport shuttle van, he starts making his way to it.
Until a hand stops him in place. "Sorry, sir. But we've been expecting that shuttle. Only has room for my friends and I." Altobelli turns around and sees an impeccably-dressed man of Arabic descent. Standing with about thirty-five men of the same dress and complexion. "Your time will come, sir."
"I have no doubt about that. However, I think I'll take the Detective up on her offer after all." Giving the group a quick nod, he goes back inside, fuming in his mind. 'A group that big can only mean big trouble! Those guys have Sho-Da-Kah written all over them! One thing to do. Contact Team Hawk and tell them I might have a Sho-Da-Kah operation about to happen here.'
Back outside, one of the men asks, "Why didn't you kill him, Ahmed?"
"Relax, Abdullah. The infidel will die soon enough. Besides, we just got here."
"Ahmed, I think I know who that man is."
His interest keyed, Ahmed asks, "Who is it, Omar?"
"Unless I miss my guess, that is Leo Altobelli, the retired Police Commissioner from Los Angeles."
"Well then, he'll be our first target. Tomorrow." With that, the group goes over to the shuttle van and board, a Sho-Da-Kah member behind the wheel. Once they're all in the shuttle, it leaves the curb and goes to a Sho-Da-Kah safe house.
Meanwhile, back inside the terminal, Altobelli finds Westlake and Allie talking and laughing together. "Detective Westlake, I'd like to take you up on your offer."
"But of course, sir. How long are you here for?"
"It all depends on how the fishing here is." Reaching into his carry-on bag, he brings out a tan fishing hat and puts it on. "That's mainly why I came here for my retirement. For the fish." His eyes showing a slight glare, he adds, "However, I get the feeling something big is about to go down."
Her interest peaked, Westlake asks, "How big?" Allie nods in agreement, her fascination evident.
"Sho-Da-Kah big. But, right now, it's a little too early to be sure." Allie's eyes bulge out and she gasps. "You all right, Miss Farrow?"
"Yeah, I am." She starts shaking and trembling. "It's just that..." Her voice trails off as she looks over at Westlake and gulps as she sees the expression on her face. A mixture of concern for her friend and desire to know what the deal is. Steeling herself, Allie presses on.
"The firm I was just with was making communications equipment capable of tracing and recording conversations, using GPS technology for the tracing portion. Well, three weeks ago, when I was in my part of the lab, I was testing the prototype I had developed and came across a communication."
"What kind, Allie?"
"It'll be better if Cole and Frankie were to hear it. It involves them as well." Looking over at Altobelli, she softly adds, "I apologize if this turns out to ruin your retirement, Mr Altobelli." Much to her surprise, Altobelli chuckles and waves it off.
"I'm kinda used to things being ruined, Miss Farrow. Matter of fact, I'd like to meet your other friends, as I have friends of my own as well. If the communication involves who I think it does, I have the feeling they'll want in on it as well."
At that, the trio go out to the parking lot and head for Westlake's Jeep Cherokee. As Westlake drives the vehicle out of the lot, she glances over at Allie and sees her smiling.
"Allie?"
"Just thinking about Frankie and how good it'll be to see him again. Especially Cole. So, how've things gone since I left?"
"Where do I start? Catlett got assigned to us, I got framed for murder, this and that."
"This and that? Cam, is there something you're not telling me?" At Westlake's nervous chuckle, Allie scoffs and asks, "He jumped the car again, didn't he? Cole jumped the damn car again."
"Not quite."
