Kim Possible and Street Hawk: A Hazzardous Sitch

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

Responding to the Beep and Take-Off

Bonnie Rockwaller leaves the Airport in a hurry, as a beep from Norman Tuttle means something has come up that requires her flying the War Bird helicopter. She's sad that Hirotaka can't accompany her, as he is watching over their twins while her Mother is out of town. Fifteen minutes later, she reaches Command Center and presses the remote for the door on the warehouse to open.

Once she comes to a stop, she sees Norman working on the engine, a smile on his face. "Hey, Norman. Looks like your new elevator's working. What's going on?"

"Bonnie, I heard from Kirby. The U.S. Customs Office in Miami Florida wants to examine the War Bird. The Coast Guard and Department of Homeland Security will be there as well. Along with Officials from the FBI, ATF, DEA and NSA."

"Examine? To what end? For that matter, I thought we were a sub-division of Global Justice. Are they going to be there as well? GJ and DOJ?"

"We are, but, like he said in DC, it's only for emergencies that GJ can't handle. Primarily, we're a DOJ unit. Yes, they will. When it comes to the examination, with drug smugglers using boats to sneak shipments in, they need an aircraft that can handle them without breaking so much as a sweat."

Bonnie catches on and smiles her barracuda smile, saying, "I get it. With War Bird on interdiction duty, drugs won't ever hit the shores. With the microphones onboard, heartbeats could be heard over the waves. Any hostiles onboard suspected drug vehicles, instant annihilation."

Norman nods and says, "Got it on all counts, Bonnie." He then asks, "How'd our friends' take-off go?"

"Sousuke and Kaname were at the gate with Kim and Ron when I got the beep. They should be in the air by now. Shall I check?"

"Not necessarily. You can if you want to. In any case, the appointment's the day after tomorrow. Which means you get a week off on the Government."

Her eyes bulge out as she considers it. "A week off in paradise on the Government's dime. With no catch at all?"

"One. Just be sure you get there before 1300 hours the day after tomorrow. If you're not there by then, you gotta pay the bill at the hotel after the vacation."

"Oh, I'll show up, Norman. Have I ever let you down before?" Seeing Norman shake his head no, she replies, "I'm not about to start now. I'll head home and pack my suitcase. It's only too bad Ron and Hirotaka can't come along for the ride. Kim and Jessica as well. They've been looking a little on the pale side. Matter of fact, Norman, you could use some sun too."

"Tempting, very tempting. But, we have some tests to run here on a new kind of rocket for Street Hawk."

"Really? What kind?"

"Pontoon missiles. Basically, they split in half upon reaching a target and keep it afloat. Right between them is a thin sheet of material to cradle the target. It's in case Street Hawk ever has to go on water again and comes across a person in need of rescue."

"How does it work?"

"Here, I'll show you." Norman then opens a small silvery case and brings out a yellow rocket-like shape. Indicating the nose, he starts. "The nose contains highly-sensitive audio pickup devices that direct the missile to the floating body. The missile's body is essentially a plastic shell over a rubber-like compound that expands around the person. Kinda like a sling. The back here is propellant charge with a rudder to aid the missile in reaching the victim."

"I get it, now. Instead of calling for Lifeguards to assist, we can do the rescue ourselves. Especially in places without Lifeguards. But, what if the person's a suspect or unconscious?"

"There are lines that will react to static-electricity coming from an item that is not grounded. Like a winch cable from War Bird. If one's not around, a boat can always pick up the victim if it's nearby. Even more, the helmet visors for Street Hawk, Sand Hawk and War Bird now have thermo-graph capabilities. With that, you can see heat from human bodies through smoke, dust clouds and even water. I still have to get Hirotaka's done, but it should be ready by tomorrow."

Bonnie rubs her hands gleefully as she thinks about it. "Now that would be so cool, Norman. Who knows? Maybe War Bird can use those as well should the Coast Guard show interest in them alongside the Customs boys when it comes to War Bird." At Norman's cackle, Bonnie gets back into her car and leaves Command Center.

Meanwhile, Norman turns back to the engine and sees a small crack on a control rod for the right turbine. "Hmm, must be metal fatigue setting in. Let's do a little cold weld here to strengthen it. It should hold at least until after Bonnie gets back."

At that, he brings up his welding pen and goes to work. The metal-carbide compound paste bonds instantly with the control rod and covers the crack. Once he's done, he puts the cap back on the pen, lowers himself and steps back.

"Okay, I better check the left turbine as well. Chances are, it may have a crack on a rod as well." With that said, he proceeds to do so. Chuckling lightly, he brings down the left ramp and opens a locking panel. Once it's secure, he goes to the right side and removes the remote control for the doors' hydraulic pumps.

Once he gets it hooked in, he places his feet into the small space and says, "Here we go. Let's hope this works as well." He toggles the switch and laughs like the mad scientist inside him would as it goes up. "IT WORKS! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" He then calms himself down as he steps onto the locked panel, hoping it'll support his weight as well. "Yes! This will definitely save time on using ladders to check the engines."

At that, he opens the cover for the left turbine. Using his microscopic glasses, he carefully inspects the associated rods and sees no cracks. He then checks the bolts associated with the rods and sees no problems either. Not wanting to take chances, he makes a mental note to inspect the helicopter upon Bonnie's return from Miami. Especially that freshly cold-welded crack in the right turbine's control rod.

Thirty minutes later, Bonnie returns to Command Center, having packed her most conservative swimsuit in her luggage as well. She has a bright smile on her face until she sees Norman's face.

"Norman, what's wrong?"

"Bonnie, I suggest you not use the thrusters on the way down. I saw a small crack on one of the control rods for the right turbine. I did a spot cold weld, but I don't know how long it'll hold up. So, take it easy on the bird. Okay?"

"You got it, Norman. Should I take arms with me? Just to be on the safe side."

"Yeah. You may want to take your .45 with you along with a sat-phone to use when away from the helo. Any problems, call in to here or Kirby. Okay?"

"Trust me, you'll be the very first call I'll make. Kirby's second. After all, he may be with the Department of Justice, but he is no engineer. I better go suit up, I guess."

At Norman's nod, she goes and does so while Norman puts her suitcase into the back seat of the attack helicopter and straps it down. Once he's done, he goes to the controls for the doors and closes them after securing the panels.

As the rear doors close, Norman opens the roof access, just as Bonnie comes out, helmet under her arm and .45 in place. "Well, here goes. Hopefully, this will bring you one step closer to your dream, Norman."

"Hopefully, that rod won't break on you."

"Norman, don't say that. You'll jinx it."

"I'm not superstitious, Bonnie. Just cautious." Bonnie giggles and hugs Norman, patting him on the back before putting on her helmet.

"A little superstition never hurt anyone, Norman."

"I wouldn't know about that. Too often, people are killed while trying to retrace their footsteps, just to avoid bad luck." Bonnie laughs again as she goes into the helicopter and fires up the turbines. Norman returns to the console and opens the roof access for the helicopter. As it opens, he gives her a thumbs up and smiles, even though he couldn't see her return it.

As the rotary pitch increases, she checks her displays. "Warning lights, all off. Fuel level, topped off. Oil pressure, check. Armament, check. Navigation and GPS, check. Communications, check. War Bird is ready for take-off, Norman. Miami, here I come. Ready or not."

At that, Bonnie lifts up on the collective control and elevates the helicopter through the doorway. Once clear of the roof access, she tilts the helicopter forward and flies east by southeast, right toward the strangest adventure of her life.

Within thirty minutes, War Bird clears Colorado and is making it's way toward it's destination. In the pilot's seat, Bonnie thinks, 'I hope the Customs boys accept this bird's capabilities. After all, drug runners, dealers and lords deserve to die for bringing, selling and profiting from that poison here. If only we can have a "Drug Lord Hunting Season". I think that would be very popular with your average citizens. Same thing goes for the runners and dealers. That would be so much fun.'

Meanwhile, Ron and Kim Stoppable are on their way home from Middleton Airport after dropping off Sousuke Sagara and Kaname Chidori for their Mithril charter. Kim looks over at Ron and stifles a slight giggle as she remembers the fight at the 'Infants R Us' store the previous month.

"Kim?"

"Just thinking about that fight, Ron. You do realize he was outclassed and outnumbered, don't you?"

"True, but even with just one of us, he'd still be outclassed. I'm still reeling from that, ahem, explosive finish at the end." Kim can only roll her eyes in amusement at the pun and gasps when she feels Ron's hand on hers. "All in all, though, Felix, Hirotaka and I had a pretty good time this past month. I think Sousuke did as well, even though Kaname wore that LBD every day she was here until today. Do you suppose it was her way of keeping him in check?"

"Somehow, I don't think rabid Arm Slaves would keep him in check, Ron. But, since you reminded me, after these little ones are born, let's go to a fancy restaurant. I'll wear my LBD and watch you squirm." In her mind, she has herself necking furiously with him in the restaurant while Ron is picturing himself pumping her in the restaurant's restroom.

The couple drive along in silence in their H2 until Kim sees Felix and Tara Renton on the sidewalk, casually rolling along. "Hey, Tara! Hey, Felix! Ron, pull over."

"You got it, KP." Once Ron pulls over to the sidewalk, Kim hops out of the massive SUV and wraps Tara in a hug.

"Hey, Kim!" Tara wraps Kim right back in a hug just as Ron gets out of the H2. "How's it going today?"

"It's going okay. Just got done dropping Sousuke and Kaname off at the airport for their flight back home. Oh, we've been invited to their wedding."

"When is it? Hey, Ron-man."

"Yo, F-dawg. The wedding's after their son's born. So, what's new in your world?"

"Just on the way to Mrs. King's house so she can see little Norman. Of course, lately, she's been kinda stand-offish. Could be because we haven't been in Middleton in months since joining the Thunderbirds. Mom, on the other hand, is ecstatic. Seven months pregnant and she's already buying things for our nursery. One would think she likes the idea of grandkids, if only because little Norman's a miracle."

"You mean she's not thrilled with another grandbaby, Tara?"

"It's not quite like that, Kim. It's kinda hard to explain a long disappearance when you suddenly pop back up on somebody's radar. Scarily enough, it seems Mother was happy I wasn't in Middleton for the past few months."

"Do you want us to check it out, Tara?"

"Nah, you guys do enough for the world as Team Hawk. You deserve a break for a while."

"No can do, F-dawg. As long as the Sho-Da-Kah are operating, we're going to be on call to deal with them. Of course, since they're running scared right now, we can relax a little bit. But, we can't be too lax."

Felix and Tara both look at each other before Felix asks, "How did you guys wind up fighting against the Sho-Da-Kah in the first place? Quite frankly, they sound like they came out of nowhere."

"Oh, they've been around for about twenty years, Felix. Maybe even longer for all we know. Do you remember when Ron and I came back home early from our post-natal vacation?"

Tara nods and says, "Yeah. It was so strange that you guys just showed up after little Norman was born."

Ron grins and replies, "It was not mere coincidence that we just happened to return home. It's complicated, but, long story short, Norman, your son's namesake, had gone on the warpath after finding out the people responsible for the death of my predecessor had been freed from Prison. To say he was pissed off would be an understatement. So, he took it upon himself to avenge the death of his best friend."

Tara, now curious about it all, asks, "How does Mr. Tuttle fit into this?"

"He built the original motorcycle, Tara. When it was destroyed, it broke his heart. That motorcycle was his contribution to the Law Enforcement world. But, the Government saw fit to give him a second chance in a different testing city. Right here in Middleton. If Ron hadn't been selected, Norman probably wouldn't have gotten this far."

Felix is stunned by the revelation that his step-father had a hand in Ron becoming a hero after having been injured. He then comes out of it in time to say, "So you've had the prosthetic knee for a while now."

"Yep. Going on two and a half years, Felix. Ever since then, it's gotten better and stranger." Kim giggles at that as she wraps Ron into her arms and nuzzles into his chest.

"Ron's right, Felix. Of course, you guys being Thunderbirds, I'm pretty sure you get the idea."

Tara nods and then giggles after Felix drifts his hand against her rear. "Yeah, we sure do, Ron-man. Oh, what is it like?"

"What's what like, Felix?"

"Riding the motorcycle at incredible speeds."

"Let's see. Hair-raising, fun, scary and badical. Just like having yourself strapped to the nose of a bullet."

Felix and Tara then look at each other before the bubbly blond girl asks, "Did you ever kill anyone? Other than the Sho-Da-Kah."

"Yeah. Kim and I killed Monkey Fist and DNAmy on our first mission together since my injury. It wasn't pleasant, but it was necessary. I mean, put yourselves in our shoes. You're part of a top-secret Government mission to ride an ultra-sophisticated piece of hardware. Your significant other is with you as your partner and both your identities are revealed to your enemies inadvertently. You have no way to erase their memories and they declare they intend to tell the world about you. Your families would be in constant danger if word got out about you. What would you do?"

The couple looks at each other before sighing and Felix replies, "They'd die before they can endanger my family. Better them than my Mom, Tara and our children."

"I'd do the same, Felix. Just don't leave yourself out of the equation, please. I need you, just like little Norman does. When that guy hit you, I thought I'd be lost without you."

She then sobs and plants her head into Felix's chest, with Felix wrapping his arms around his wife. Ron and Kim look on, both remembering the night Ron was hurt by Motor Ed and Adrena Lynn because of Josh Mankey. Tara eases her sobs, looks into Felix's face and softly smiles.

"How'd I get to be so lucky, Felix?"

"I don't know, Tara. See you later, Ron-man. Tara and I gotta fly." With that, Tara hops onto Felix's lap and kisses him passionately as the wheelchair goes into flight-mode. "See you, Kim. Have fun, you two." At that, the cyber-robotic wheelchair lifts off of the ground and flies to who knows where.

Kim and Ron stand on the sidewalk, still holding each other close until Kim says, "We better hurry, honey. The kids will be wanting to be fed by now. I swear, they must have gotten their appetites from you."

"Okay, KP. Let's go home, my lovely bird."

"Ron!" With that, she giggles and kisses him, saying, "We are two of a kind, Ron. You're carefree and laid-back and I'm serious a lot of the time while being able to have fun. As long as it's with you." Ron deftly puts his arm around her mid-section and spreads his fingers across her belly.

"I like having fun with you as well, Kim." That has Kim blushing rosily as the couple walks back to their Hummer, with Ron behind the wheel, and head on home.