Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Diplomatic Immunity p 8

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

Groggy and More Plotting

Seven hours later, Sheila wakes up with a pounding headache inside the main bedroom of the Murphy house. Her head still reeling, she puts a hand to it as she gets up from the pillow. She then sees Bernice's face smiling at her.

"Good morning, Sheila. How are you feeling?"

"Like I got thrown into a blender and set on 'blend'. What the devil happened to me?"

Bernice sighs as she replies, "I wish I could tell you, dearie. But I don't know myself. When your back-up arrived, they found you unconscious on the ground with your unit aflame. 100 feet from you were twenty bodies of possible gang members."

She then leans closer and adds, "Ballistics matched the slugs recovered from the bodies as coming from .223 caliber weapons, along with your service weapon. Though you didn't hear it from me. I'll let the Commander tell you everything."

Remembering something else, Sheila asks, "What about the guy that saved me? How is he?" At Bernice's puzzled look, she goes on.

"As those creeps were advancing on me, a man came and flew right by me. He then opened fire and took them all down. He also gave me a message for the Commander."

At that, Robocop walks in and asks, "How're you feeling, Sheila?"

"Like someone played Congas with my head. I guess I'm still weak from giving birth. I shouldn't have done the training like that. I should have allowed myself to recover properly first. Instead of depending on my powers to recover my body's shape, agility and strength."

Robocop nods and says, "I heard you say something about a message. What was it?"

Racking her brain, Sheila recalls it and replies, "He said for me to tell you that Malloy's all right. And also, a cop backs his partner. He said you'd understand."

At Robocop's expression, she asks, "Is something wrong, Alex?"

Robocop shakes his head no and softly says, "Just a name I hadn't heard in a long time. That's all, nothing more." Seeing she's not quite buying it, he explains.

"You see, before I wound up inside this shell, I was partnered up with another cop named Tim Malloy. I was a rookie then, but he taught me a thing or two about Police work. One day, I saw him beating up on a suspect. Even though we're supposed to look out for our partners, I knew he was doing something wrong."

Sheila guesses and says, "You testified against him and he went to Prison. What happened then?"

"While he was in Prison, he was selected for a special project by a scientist that worked at OCP. The project involved acts I cannot even begin to describe. However, suffice it to say, it would have made Malloy my equal when it comes to firepower and nearly in strength."

Putting it together, she then says, "You found out about it and you helped each other survive."

Robocop shakes his head and replies, "Yes to the helping, but he had been classified as missing, presumed dead. If he is indeed all right, something tells me that things will get really interesting from here on out."

He then turns his gaze toward her and says, "I believe you have a question for me about a symbol you saw on the store."

Sheila nods and says, "My camera's inside the thigh pocket on my Uniform. I took a picture of it with the camera. Where is it?"

Robocop brings it out and hands it to her. Grinning, Sheila proceeds to turn it on and selects the recorded images file. Her face then lights up as she finds what she's looking for.

Handing the camera to Robocop, she says, "I don't know if this means anything, but I think the thugs that attacked me were responsible for that symbol."

Robocop nods and replies, "I know this symbol well, Sheila. It's the Splatter-Punks, or at least a newer version of them." At Sheila's puzzled expression, he goes on.

"Years ago, the Splatter-Punks were the most violent street gang in Detroit. During the battle for Cadillac Heights, I flew in and gunned down twenty members of the gang. Evidently, some of them survived and had children."

Sheila groans and says, "I so did not need to hear that, Alex. Any way to stop them without killing them?"

When Robocop shakes his head no, she says, "Well, if it's gotta be done, it's gotta be done."

Suddenly, they hear a familiar whiny voice. "Oh, my word. Couldn't they have gotten drapes from Armani or at least Calvin Klein?" Mego's voice continues on and on.

"Shego actually lives here? This is no way for a former heroine to live."

"Easy, Mego. If she can handle living here, the least we can do is be happy for her." Hego's voice is a sound for sore ears.

"Yeah Mego. Chill out dude." Both Wegos spoke at the same time.

Sheila smiles at the sound of her brother's voices and leans herself upward so they could see her in proper form.

"In here, guys."

The four male members of Team Go poke their heads through the doorway and see their sister, her familiar smirk in place.

They all call out "Shego" at the same time and head right for her side. Once there, they start tucking her in, fluffing her pillows and checking her vitals.

This has Sheila laughing and saying, "Take it easy, guys. It's not like I'm dying or anything. But, I missed you guys so much. Have you met your niece yet?"

Hego clears his throat and replies, "We met Alexandra just a little while ago. Needless to say, she stunk up the room when Mego was holding her."

"It's not my fault her kid's got a gas problem. It was just lousy luck." This has Sheila laughing again and she then sighs.

She turns to Robocop and says, "Now you know why I left the team, sir. My brothers constantly drove me nuts, not just because I liked the idea of being evil. But, I also love them so much as they're my brothers. They're family and always have been."

Robocop nods and softly says, "They always will be, Sheila. In the meantime, I better get to Cadillac Heights and check on Marie and Nikko. I'll see you later." Sheila nods as the cyborg walks through the doorway to the bedroom.

Inside the Chinese Consulate, Juntao and his cohorts within the Splatter-Punks make more plans.

One of the punks says, "Please tell me that we'll be hitting that woman soon."

Juntao replies, "No,Ripper,not just yet. After all, she's still a cop and Diplomatic Immunity or not, they'll find a way to get to me. No, we'll do this in stages. Now, tell me about this man that you saw come out of nowhere and protect her."

"Man, he was crazy. Jumping around like a damn jackrabbit, firing machine pistols at us. I was lucky to have survived the wounds from him."

"Hmm, perhaps we can convince him to join our side then. A man able to do that should really be on our side, not theirs." He looks at the folders and quietly asks, "Just who or what is he?"

Another Splatter-Punk says, "As long as it ain't Robocop, we should be all right. I don't think he has any connection to that freak at all."

Juntao muses and asks a question. "What would be more freakish? A cyborg or a common vigilante that may be insane?"

He looks around and adds, "Chew and ponder on that for a time. In the meantime, how is our buyout going?"

Ripperreplies, "So far, we've had refusals from everyone in the neighborhood. It's almost as if they know something is not right about the deal we're offering them."

Juntao sighs and says, "I fear we have no choice but to convince them to move or sell. Use any and all means within your disposal. Your discretion, of course. But, our goals are to be achieved by at least the third day of this week. Any other business?"

Finding none, Juntao nods and says, "Very well then, get out and be safe."

At that, the Splatter-Punks get up and exit Juntao's study. Juntao paces the room, furious at the refusal of the people to submit to the will of the Sho-Da-Kah. Getting an idea, he picks up the phone, dials and listens to the recording before leaving a message.

"Juntao. Plan meeting with complications. Need help to realize plans. Contact when can. Out." He then hangs up the phone and stares at the nearest wall. Little does he realize he's being spied on from the outside.

The Consul comes into his office and says, "You may be higher than me, but I am Sho-Da-Kah as well, Juntao. As a result, I have learned that the legendary 'Team Possible' is on it's way here right now. I propose an abduction of it's members. Preferably Kimberly, the strongest of the team."

Juntao strokes his chin and says, "I don't really like it, but it'll do. It'll give them something to think about when the creator of the team is found dead. I'm thinking we should move up the time table. Two days from now, at four. I've called the home plate. Once they call back, I'll ask for all of the Sho-Da-Kah's best foot soldiers. I'll even demand to use some Police Officers to help with the residents' 'transition' as the case would be." At that, the two men start plotting.

Outside, attached to a wall,Malloy chuckles softly and says, "A cop always does the right thing." He then slips away, intending to contact Robocop with the information, along with another party.

Had he stuck around slightly longer, he would have learned that Juntao had just established contact with the Sho-Da-Kah's head honcho. Or rather, Juntao's call was returned.

Juntao gives the situation and arrangements are made for three hundred of the Sho-Da-Kah's finest foot soldiers to arrive in Detroit. All through the night and next day, the goons filter into the country through the airport and head to their reserved hotel rooms, where their weapons are waiting for them along with their orders.