Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Mayhem!
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Street Hawk's Patrol and Message for a Meeting
In Middleton, Colorado, Ron Stoppable is riding Street Hawk on a nightly patrol. For the past three weeks, he had been on patrol ever since returning from Detroit Michigan. Of late, there have been a string of bizarre and violent robberies. Emphasis on bizarre.
Robberies both with and without the style of the Sho-Da-Kah. Every time he would respond, the thieves would be long gone and the alarms tampered with. There would also be significant damage to the properties struck by the bizarre robbers, with no sign of what had caused the damage.
Inside Command Center, Norman Tuttle is monitoring Ron's progress on the monitor when an alarm comes up. He checks the monitors and sees it's a store he's familiar with. The store he had gotten Jane's ring from. Incidentally enough, it was the same place that Ron had gotten Kim's ring from.
"Ron, there's a 211 in progress at Middleton Jewelers. You're about three blocks away. It may be the bizarre robbers again."
"On it, Norman." At that, Ron speeds the cycle toward the scene and activates his weapon systems. Selecting the .50 calibers, he arrives at the scene, only to see nothing. Just like the past robberies.
"Everything looks like it's them all right. At least they're being consistent. I just wish they'd get very sloppy at least once."
Norman clasps his head in frustration as he thinks about what Ron said. He then says, "Why don't you go ahead and check the alarm box, Ron. You may get a lead that way."
"Right."
At that, Ron switches over to infrared to see about finding the box for the alarm. When he gets to the back of the store, he sees the doorway wide open and the alarm expertly tampered with. Just like all the other times. Only with an added bonus.
"Looks like they used a timer on the alarm, Norman. Either it's someone trying to copy the Sho-Da-Kah or they thought up some new tricks. Almost as if they wanted the timer to be found. Either way, this has just gotten really absurd and informative. Shall I check inside and see if there's any damage?"
"Negative, Ron. The Police are already on their way and you've done all you can. Come on back in."
"Right, chief. Back to base." At that, Ron heads away from the store when, upon seeing an unusual item on the ground, he reports it in.
"Norman, get a look at this. It looks like a shell casing. A very big one at that. Must be like a round you'd find to be used on a cannon. Like the Howitzers the military uses."
"Okay, that's about an 8.0 on my weird-shit-o-meter. Anything else about it or the scene?"
"Yeah, the door was not only ajar, it also had a massive hole in it. And the door is made of Bank-Grade steel. Like the kind you'd find on a vault. It's fitting their M.O., so far. The timer and casing was a tad much, but at least it's a start of a clue. However, I don't think I'd want to face off against a weapon that can use that kind of round. While this armored suit does save lives, it's also likely to have limits."
"I agree. But what kind of gun uses that kind of round?"
"I'm not entirely sure, Norman. Hold on a moment. Let me take a look see here." Ron looks around, looks on up at a pole and grins behind his visor. "Norman, there's a camera on top of that pole. How hard would it be to get information from that camera?"
"Not very. I'd have to contact Wade so he can get on it. Hopefully, we'll have something by the time you get here." Ron nods and makes his way back to Command Center. Meanwhile, Norman contacts Wade Load and gives him the situation.
Wade nods and starts working his keyboard. When he's done, he smiles for about two minutes. Then the smile fades completely away and his face pales slightly.
"Norman, you're probably not gonna believe me if I tell you. So I think it'll be best if you see it for yourself." The screen flips over to a video the camera had caught.
Within the picture is a massive robot, strongly resembling a frog from behind. With it are several smaller people, taking cover behind it as it prepares to fire. Norman sees one of the goons go to the alarm box and start working on it. When the goon is done, Norman whistles, highly impressed. Whoever it was certainly knew their alarm systems.
Once the figure gets clear, the 'frog' sends a round into the door, caving it in. Once it's thoroughly damaged, the goons on foot move the battered door out of the way. As soon as it's out of the way, the other goons go inside. Five minutes later, the alarm goes off and the robbers split, with the robot right behind them. Three minutes later, Ron arrives on Street Hawk and examines the scene. At that point, the video ends.
Catching his breath, Norman says, "Wade, this does not seem to be like the style of the Sho-Da-Kah, yet it reeks of them. Since when did they use robots to do their work? What's your take on this?"
"It's going to take me a while to find something. Wait a minute. I'm getting a message from Dr. Director and she seems rather grim for some bizarre reason."
"Put her through. She's probably as curious about this as I am." Wade nods and does so, allowing Dr. Director into the communications link. Her eye-patched visage is grim as she comes into view.
"Mr. Tuttle, we have a situation involving the Sho-Da-Kah. They've abducted a man from Detroit and they're holding him for ransom."
"What terms?"
"A man named 'Kashim'. But why, they wouldn't say."
"Wish I could help you, Doc. But we have something of a bigger problem here. Have a look and you'll see what I mean. This was at Middleton Jewelers. What do you make of it?"
"That's a Russian RK-92 Arm Slave. It's also known as the 'Savage'." She leans closer to the screen and asks, "What is it doing there?"
Norman snorts and retorts, "Bigger question is just how do you know about it?"
Dr. Director smiles and replies, "Being familiar with every kind of Arm Slave on the planet is like a hobby of mine, Norman. Looks like the Sho-Da-Kah are branching out into Arm Slaves. I'd say you were lucky to get this kind of picture."
"Yeah, I'll say. Usually, the thieves destroy the nearby cameras that are visible. It's only sheer luck that Ron saw the camera when he did. He's certainly going to find it really weird when he sees the picture."
"What picture is that, Norman?" Ron had snuck up behind Norman and grins when he sees his friend jump.
"Ron! Don't give me a heart attack. Here's a little bit of payback. You ever see an Arm Slave?"
Ron shakes his head no and examines the image on the screen. "What kind is it?"
Dr. Director replies, "It's a Russian RK-92. They nicknamed it the 'Savage'."
"Looks like a frog on really wonky steroids." Dr. Director chuckles at that and nods in agreement with his assessment. Her chuckling dies down as she calms herself down.
She then goes serious, yet unable to suppress a smile, and says, "Your analysis is as close as it comes, Ron. But the 'Savage' is highly effective in decimating it's opponents. Mostly, it targets buildings and other Arm Slaves. Fortunately, however, there is someone on our side that can operate that model of Arm Slave proficiently. You are to meet him in Lowerton, at the site of Norman's trip on the warpath."
"Are we working with him on this op, Doc? It's rather unusual."
"I'll put it to you like this. I'm putting Team Hawk on loan with the man's 'Agency' until the situation with the Sho-Da-Kah is fully resolved."
Nodding in thought, Ron asks, "Any ident on him?"
"No. He'll be recognizable with the challenge and response. The challenge for you to use is 'Mithril', his response is 'Team Hawk'."
"When do I meet him?"
"How soon can you get there?"
"I'm rolling now, Doc."
At that, Ron goes back to the cycle as Norman opens the outer doors for the cycle's exit. Once the cycle is back on the street, Ron directs the cycle toward the abandoned farmhouse that Norman tracked Jesse Mach's killers to during his journey on the warpath.
As he rides, he muses, "Copy-cats trying to change things that the Sho-Da-Kah wouldn't, doing things they'd actually do. Now there are Arm Slaves and someone that can operate one such model expertly. Not to mention we're being loaned out to an 'Agency' that seems so anonymous, it's bound to be a mercenary group. What next?"
In her office, Dr. Betty Director removes her eyepatch and thinks about the past two days since she had gotten the call. The call requiring Team Hawk's presence. She had just signed off on the after-action report from their activities in Detroit when she had gotten the call from an old friend and student at the GJ Academy.
The student was very smart, kind and funny. However, she was also quite clumsy. However, that did not dissuade Dr. Director from teaching her. When the time came, she gave the student a glowing letter of reference to an organization much akin to GJ. Only this one is more secretive. It's name is Mithril.