Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Middleton Knights p 10

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Catching Up and Simone's End

On the road, heading south away from the manor, Simone laughs as she pours on the speed. Earlier, she was scowling when she saw the War Bird keeping pace with her until it had flown off, seemingly leaving her be. She had never been so relieved and disappointed at the same time.

'I really wanted to shoot that helo down, too.' Next thing she knows, she hears a siren and looks in her mirror. Her jaw drops when she sees a car with a blower and flashing mirror-lights coming after her. And gaining fast. Shifting to the next gear, she laughs again until she sees the car keeping pace with her.

"What the fuck is that thing? A race car or a Police car?" Next thing she knows, she hears a voice over a speaker from the car.

"Pull over, Prevera! Now!" To her surprise, it's Altobelli's voice. "You break the law in my town, your ass is mine! Pull over! Now!" Snarling, she brings up her Derringer and fires at the car. To her surprise, it doesn't do much damage to the car. Only a small hole in the fender, with the car running strong still.

"Why didn't it work? They're coated with MBS. Right?" Taking a highly risky chance, she opens the action and removes the second bullet from the chamber. Her reaction is instant. "Dammit. It's a plain ordinary slug. Maybe the others are coated with the MBS." Next thing she knows, she hears a rifle firing and a tire on the Pantera goes flat, causing her to lose control.

Grinning as she lays the AR-15 rifle she had found on the floorboard down, Sandy nods in approval of the shot and blushes at Altobelli's congratulations. She's even more stunned when he turns toward her and smiles proudly.

"If you change your mind, there'll be an open slot for you on the SWAT Team. Just something to keep in mind."

"Thank you, no, Commissioner. Anyone that good could have made that shot." She then smiles and adds, "Thanks, though."

Altobelli nods and replies, "You're welcome. Now, shall we pit her, Norman?"

"Coming right up. Never did this before."

"You kidding me? You're a natural, Norman. You drive like a cop. Probably from having been around Mach so much in the past. You just never had a chance to try it, is all." All in the Interceptor have a good chuckle as Norman tightens his grip on the wheel.

"Yeah, you might have a point there." At that, Norman pits the Pantera, forcing it into the ditch. Once the Interceptor is stopped, they all exit the car and Sandy begins walking toward it. "Sandy, stop. She may be armed still."

Sandy stops, turns back and replies, "I have to do this, Norman. She bad-mouthed the guy I had a crush on twenty years ago. It's payback time." Sandy then stomps toward the Pantera and sees the door open, with Simone leaning out and pointing her Derringer outward.

At that, Sandy runs and launches into a flying kick. Once her foot makes contact with the diminutive gun, it flies out of Simone's hand and Simone screams in pain. Sandy doesn't stop from there. She proceeds to slap the South American woman like she was a cheap bar-girl before punching her.

As she clobbers her, she switches between slapping and punching. In the background, Street Hawk and Ninja arrive, just having come off of Hyperthrust. As they park the cycles, they watch the fight happen, not wanting to get into the middle of a cat-fight.

Simone elects she had enough of the clobbering and punches Sandy in her stomach, knocking the wind out of the blond woman. Even through her gasp, Sandy's able to give Simone a punch to her face, breaking the woman's nose and bringing out first blood.

"That was for dissing Jesse Mach, you puta wench." She then punches Simone in the jaw, saying, "That's for wanting to torture him, even if he had survived that missile." Giving her one more punch, this time in the stomach, she adds, "Monique told me what you said about Ray. Nobody disses my man. Ever." Electing to give her one more punch in the stomach for good measure, she does so, bringing up some bile from Simone's throat and spilling it onto the ground.

Simone, through her heaving, weakly asks, "What was that for?"

"Just for the pure meanness of it." Sandy brings up her fist one more time to finish her off, only to be stopped by a soft voice.

"Don't do it, Sandy. She's not worth it." Sandy turns and sees Ron without his helmet on. "She's a joke. A fucking joke. You made your point on her. You're a cop first and you know your duty. Would Jesse want you to beat her ass to death?"

Sandy considers it before lowering her fist. "No, he wouldn't. But, what if she escapes again? I can't take that chance. Undoubtedly she's seen your face just now."

"So? We have the capability to blank out memories. We'll just blank hers out and brief her on what happened to Garthe." Sure enough, Simone sees Ron's face and laughs. "What's so funny?"

"You're Ron Stoppable, the buffoonish half of Team Hawk. The glorious Sho-Da-Kah was defeated by a mere clumsy and idiotic child? This is too rich! You're putting me on, right? You're just a baby still. Oh, the newscasters will love this. But, they won't believe unless they see your picture. As a corpse!" Simone then begins reaching for her Derringer, an MBS round in hand.

Realizing what she has in mind and not having a clear shot, Ron yells, "Sandy! Delivery seven!" He unholsters his Glock and tosses it to the blond.

Sandy catches it and wheels around to aim at Simone, firing once she gets the woman in her sights. She fires five times. The first goes into Simone's side. Simone screams from the impact as her fingers reach the Derringer. Sandy triggers the Glock again, causing the round to fly right into Simone's kidney. Firing three more times when Simone's chest comes into view, the Derringer in hand, she hits the woman in her lungs and heart. The final shot is what ends the life of Simone Prevera and gives Sandy McCoy her closure.

'For you, Jesse Mach. Rest in peace, my dearest crush.' Suddenly, she feels four hands on her shoulders. Looking back, she sees Ron, Hirotaka, Norman and Altobelli with understanding on their faces.

Remembering Ron's Glock, she smiles and says, "Thanks, Ron. You saved my life and yours at the same time."

"Nah. That was all you, Sandy."

Chuckling as she hands Ron's Glock back to him, she watches him twirl and holster it before she retorts, "No. It was Jesse, within you. That's why I've decided."

"Decided what, Sandy?"

"Since the Mustang belonged to the original Street Hawk, it's fitting the current one be it's owner." She then hands him the car's keys and says, "It's back there at 910 Prospect Road. A pair of Officers are watching over it. Isn't that right, Commissioner?"

Catching on, Altobelli nods and chuckles, saying, "You might want to pick it up when you're in civvies, though. It was the second thing we came to you guys about today."

Sheepishly, Ron grins and says, "I don't know what to say, Sandy."

"Just say thank you and you'll take very good care of it. That's all. No more, no less."

At that, Ron smiles and says, "Thank you, Sandy. I'll take good care of it. When the time comes for me to step down, I'll pass it on the next one to carry the mantle."

Sandy smiles back and says, "I didn't think of that. Take care of yourself, Ron 'Street Hawk' Stoppable."

"Right back at ya, Sandy 'News Lady' McCoy." At Sandy's dropped jaw, Ron shrugs and says, "Heard it over the waves, Sandy. But, aren't you going to miss all this?"

Sandy recovers her jaw and starts laughing giddily. "Yeah, I am. But, it's time for me to move on with my life." Next thing she knows, Ron gives her a quick hug, as does Hirotaka before they head back to the cycles and put their helmets back on. "Where are you guys going to?"

"To see our wives and ask them if they'd like to ride in a bon-diggity Mustang." Ninja nods in agreement with Street Hawk as both men start the engines on the cycles and head on back to the city. As they speed away, the three remaining people can hear Street Hawk call out, "Hi-ho Silver! Away!"

Next thing they know, they're all laughing richly as they get back into Altobelli's Interceptor. Only this time Altobelli is back behind the wheel. When they're all done with the laughter, Norman shows Altobelli how to work the hands-free communications. Using the communications, Altobelli then gives the Coroner a call to let them know to pick up another corpse, twenty-five miles south of the mansion.

Once communication is done, Altobelli turns the car around and heads back to the city. This time, without the nitrous. As he drives, Altobelli turns to Norman and says, "Thanks for helping turn my car into a smoker, Norman."

"Heh, thank the guy that owed Kim the favor. I'm just surprised he used to work on Police cars."

"Well, maybe he'd like to work on them full time. The Department's always looking for good men. Same could be said for good mechanics." Norman and Sandy both nod in agreement as they drive along the roadway.