Kim Possible and Street Hawk go to The District p 5

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk or The District. Wish I did though.

Jane's Arrival and a Conspiracy Takes Form

The next day, Jane arrives in D.C. and follows the written directions that had been sent to Command Center by microwave transmission. It takes her fifteen minutes to backtrack, ensuring she doesn't have a tail following her to the 'safe house'. She then proceeds to drive to the abandoned air field, when she sees Norman flashing the all clear with his signal mirror.

She giggles at the thought of Norman becoming an actual Father and says, "George, if only you could meet Norman. He's a man just like you. Devoted to his friends and family, intelligent and funny. All that had attracted me to you." She then thinks about the chat they had with the Doctor.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tuttle, I'm pleased to inform you that you are going to be parents." Dr. Joyce Broslina leaned back in her chair to await their reactions.

Norman was the first to start shedding tears of joy. "Thank you, Doctor. I've been a Step-Father to a teenager for less than a year and I find the idea of Fatherhood to be satisfying."

Jane added, "Norman's done such a good job with Felix, so I think he's ready for a new child. How about it, Norman? Feel up to it?" Norman's passionate yet gentle embrace was his answer to her.

Jane then strokes her belly, saying, "Can hardly wait to meet you. I'm sure Felix will be happy getting a new brother or sister. You'll like your Daddy. He's smart, funny and kind, just like your big brother's Daddy was."

Jane sighs as she thinks about the day she lost her husband.

It was a bright sunny day for the Renton family in Seattle, Washington. Felix, being cocky as it was his birthday, challenged George Renton to a race at the go-cart track. George accepted without even giving a thought to it, knowing it's a family tradition with the Renton family to celebrate birthdays with a race at the local go-cart track.

As they drove along, they kept looking around for signs of aggressive drivers. Suddenly, their car is broad-sided when a drunk driver ran a stop sign and smashed into them.

Jane groggily came to and said, "George, did you get the plate number on that truck that hit us? George? George! Oh my God, no!" George had been killed instantly, as the impact happened on the driver's side of the vehicle.

Jane tried to move, but found that seven of her ribs had been broken. So she weakly called out, "Felix, you okay? Felix, talk to me, baby. Let Mommy know you're okay."

"I'm hurt, Mom. I can't move my legs and I have blood coming out of them. My back seems to be slightly sore, but how far, I have no idea. Mom, are we gonna die?"

"I hope not, baby. I hope not."

"What about, Dad?"

"He's gone, Felix. It looks like he died on impact. What the hell? That driver's drunk! Here comes the Police and Ambulance, Felix. We're gonna be okay, baby. We're gonna be okay."

Jane comes back to the present, stopped beside Norman with tears in her eyes. Norman sees this and asks, "You okay, Jane?"

Jane nods and starts sobbing, saying, "Just thinking about the day our lives changed. My life and Felix's. When he lost his Father." She looks over at Norman and adds, "You would have liked George. You would have gotten along great. He and Felix did. They did everything together. Fishing, bike riding and go-cart racing. Felix enjoyed the races the best, especially on his birthday. But, since his injury, he can't and they don't make go-carts for those paralyzed waist down."

Norman strokes his chin, rotates his eyes in a lunatic's fashion and replies, "We'll just have to see about that, my dear. We'll just have to see about that. When's his birthday?"

"Next month. But I don't think you'll get it done in time."

Norman gives her his best maniacal cackle and says, "That's because I have yet to build a go-cart! Hahahahahahahahaha!" Jane can only shake her head in amusement before she joins Norman in his laughter. Inside the hangar, Bonnie and Hirotaka exchange worried glances, both wondering if Norman and Jane had inhaled heavily on laughing gas.

At the White House, the President is reading the daily intelligence reports and sighing. He then softly asks, "Dad, how did you handle your term without going berserk? Got troops dying, fighting the good fight, hoping to keep another 9/11 from happening. Got protesters saying for us to bring the troops home and let the Iraqis sort their messes out themselves, but they aren't even done yet when it comes to their Security and Military strength. On top of that, we still have yet to find Osama 'Loony Bin' Bin Laden. He's harder to find than that Waldo character. If we weren't so concerned about innocent lives, we would dropped a big honkin' nuke on the border. If he's anywhere near there, he'd get it for sure. Same thing with his psycho friends."

He then hears a knock on the door and he replies, "Come on in." The door opens and he sees two men enter, one a young man wearing a United States Marine Corps dress uniform and the other his aide in the office. He asks, "What's going on today, Ralph?"

Ralph Loganoff chuckles and replies, "Not much today, Mr. President. Two items of business. First off, this young man here is on assignment to us as part of the Secret Service Sniper Detail. This is Private First Class Brick Flagg. He just got out of Boot Camp and his Sniper training. The other item is that you have been invited to a demonstration of new equipment."

"Very nice to meet you, PFC Flagg. I'll talk to you in detail before you report to your post. As for the other item, what new equipment?"

Ralph clears his throat and replies, "Not really sure off hand, sir. However, scuttlebutt around the House of Delegates seems to indicate it has something to do with the Middleton, Colorado area. Global Justice is going to be there, as is the Senate Subcommittee, Undersecretary Arthur Miller, the Attorney General and Police Chief Jack Mannion. Some other names, but those I've never heard about. They seem to be before my time, Mr. President."

The President chuckles and says, "Don't worry about it, Ralph. Chances are those names you don't know are before my time as well." Both men have a good laugh while Brick struggles to keep a straight face, his Marine Corps discipline coming into play. The President sees this and says, "It's all right to let it out, young man. After all, laughter is good for the soul." Brick nods and lets loose with a massive guffaw, adding to the laughter in the Oval Office.

Outside the door, Agent Will Du of Global Justice snickers as he listens to the laughter coming from the inside, with the Secret Service Agents looking at each other uneasily. Will then turns around and walks out, thinking, 'Soon. Very soon.'

Back inside the Oval Office, the three men have calmed themselves down and the President invites Brick to take a seat. At that, Ralph leaves the office, allowing the two men to chat. "So Brick, where are you from, son?"

Brick blanches slightly and recovers in time to reply, "Middleton, Colorado, sir."

The President had caught the blanch before Brick answered and asks, "Was it something I said, Brick?"

Brick nods and replies, "Yes sir. When you asked me about where I came from and called me 'son'. The 'son' portion is what bothered me the most, Mr. President."

The President nods in understanding and says, "Okay, it won't happen again. What's Middleton like?"

Brick smiles and replies, "Middleton is like no other place in the country, Mr. President. Sure, it has crime like any other town. But what sets it apart from the others is who lives there. Ron and Kim Stoppable."

The President scrunches his face in thought until he realizes who he's talking about. "Well now, it's about time for those two. I heard the news stories about them and how Ron had gotten hurt. Has he gotten any better of late?"

"Not so much, sir. But they did get married and they have three children. And they are very cute, their children are. They gave me their pictures one time. Would you care to see them?" The President nods with a smile on his face and Brick brings them out as he goes on. "As for the demonstration that Mr. Loganoff was talking about, I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Oh, Brick, they're beautiful. What are their names? And what is the idea that you have?"

Brick smiles and says, "The little girl is Julie while the boys are Andrew and Edward. According to Ron, the only way to tell them apart is their eyes, but he couldn't go into further detail because he had to go take care of an errand. As for the idea, I think it's Street Hawk and his friends. Primarily, they operate in Middleton, but they also go all over the world. Just like Kim and Ron used to, up until Ron got hurt because of Josh Mankey."

The President then listens as Brick fills him in on the details of what Josh had done. He is even more appalled at Josh's involvement with the debacle seven months ago. "He helped in that scheme? No wonder Ron didn't care for him very much, same with Kim. If he had struck my daughters, I would have had him shot in the front lawn of the White House. What's your family like, Brick?"

Brick droops his head down and replies, "As far as I'm concerned, my family can rot for all I care. The Marine Corps is my new family, Mr. President. I'll put it to you like this, sir. My 'parents' make Hitler and his goons look like ice cream vendors. They're trash, through and through."

"That bad, huh? At least you started again with a clean slate. Seeing as I've taken up a good amount of time, I better let you report in and I have these daily reports to finish looking at. This is quite a mess."

Brick nods in understanding, stands, salutes and heads for the door when the President returns it. Before he opens it, he turns around and asks, "Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Granted."

"For what it's worth, sir, you're doing a good job. We took a massive hit on 9/11 and you took that lemon and made lemonade war. From my viewpoint, the extremists started the war when they attacked us. Iraq is another part of that war. You had intelligence dating back a long time and ran with it. We found pre-cursory components for WMDs in the middle of the desert, only for them to come back as agricultural supplies. Here's another item for you to chew on. If I was a dictator and wanted to hide something, that's how I'd do it. Hide the stuff before it can be mixed together, because that's where that garbage comes from. I mean, if you had supplies for agricultural use, wouldn't they be better off inside the proper facilities for them, rather than the middle of the desert? That makes the most sense to me, Mr. President."

The President smiles at Brick and says, "I thank you for that, Brick. Undoubtedly, you may be onto something there, as you have wisdom beyond your years. I'm sure you think it's no big deal, but it is to me. Thank you, PFC Brick Flagg of Middleton, Colorado."

"Sir." Brick salutes again and opens the door.

As he walks out, Dr. Betty Director of Global Justice comes into the office and says, "Mr. President, there's been an incident. Ralph Loganoff has been killed! A bomb was placed in his car, tied in to his ignition and he went up with it. The bomber left a note for you."

The President accepts the note from Dr. Director and shudders as he reads it. He then asks, "Brick, you ever do bodyguard duty? I'm sure the Presidential Protection Division has an opening."

Brick comes in and replies, "No sir, I haven't. But I am open to new experiences. In some ways, I'm like Ron. He's always protected Kim to the best of his ability and often gotten hurt. He even tried out for sports, but that didn't go too well for him. So he stuck with being the Mad Dog. But that never deterred him from protecting Kim, no matter what."

"Good to hear. Dr. Director, contact the Sniper Detail and inform them that as of now, PFC Flagg has been assigned to bodyguard duty until this threat is abated." He then hands Brick the note, allowing Brick to read it.

"This is your only warning. If you sign the Amendment, you will meet the same fate as the owner of this car. We selected a random person, yet important enough to get your attention."

Brick growls and says, "They won't touch you, sir. I swear it."

The President and Dr. Director nod in approval at Brick's statement and add their own thoughts.

'I hope he's up to it.'

'I hope he makes it, otherwise the people of Middleton will lose a good soul.'