Kim Possible and Street Hawk: A Hazzardous Sitch p 2

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

Engine Trouble and Hazzard County

Later that evening, Bonnie is about to put the helo on autopilot for a nap, as she had flown throughout the day in the attack helicopter. Suddenly, she sees a warning light come on. 'Turbine Control Failure'. While thinking it may be a short, Bonnie elects to remain in control until she can set down somewhere.

"Well, so far this day's been perfect. I'm on my way to paradise and now this. I sure hope the turbine doesn't fail while I'm in the air." Suddenly, the alarm goes off and the turbine's torque increases. "Shit! Now I gone and done it! Mayday, Mayday! This is War Bird! I've got turbine control failure! Mayday, Mayday! This is War Bird! I've got turbine control failure!" She repeats several times until she hears the engine start to fail.

"Damn! Okay. Executing emergency protocols. Shutting off fuel supply. Commencing Auto-rotation. Come on, baby. Mommy wants to land safely and alive. There! A clearing! Finally, something is looking up!" Maintaining her grip on the controls, Bonnie maneuvers the crippled helo down into the clearing and extends the landing gear wheels. "Come on, a little more, baby. Yes! Touchdown and Boo-yah!"

She then cuts off the turbines and loosens her grip on the collective lever. "That was scary and fun at the same time. I prefer not having to do it again, though. Better make contact with Command Center. Let's see where I am first." Bonnie gingerly presses the GPS button and gets no response from the GPS unit. "Okay. Let's try communications. Command Center, this is War Bird. Do you read me? Over." All she gets is silence.

Starting to feel discouraged, Bonnie tries again. "Command Center, this is War Bird. Do you read me? Over." Her speakers are still silent. "Great. I've got a dead bird and an appointment tomorrow. What next?" Suddenly, she hears a thunderclap. "That was a rhetorical question!"

Shaking her head, she laughs as she removes her helmet and says, "Better hunker down in here until the storm blows over. Once it stops, I can check the turbines. Hopefully, with the rain, they'll be cool enough to check."

Meanwhile, a bright orange car with a '01' on the doors is racing along on the road being chased by a white Police cruiser driven by an ineptly comical Sheriff.

"Now, you Duke boys have done scuffed me for the last time. Gyuk-gyuk!"

One of them, a brunette male, picks up the radio mike and replies, "Roscoe, if you hadn't gotten in front of us when we had the right of way, you wouldn't have gotten scuffed."

"Tittily-tuttily. What matters is that I'm the Sheriff. Gyuk-gyuk!"

The brunette puts the mike back down and turns to the driver, saying, "Bo, Roscoe's insistent today."

Bo, a blond-haired male, grins as he says, "If he's that insistent, why don't we take him out to Potter's Lake. Maybe that'll cool him off, Luke." Luke grins in agreement as Bo presses down on the accelerator.

Next thing they know, a massive crash of thunder comes up. "Oh, I know how this kind of chase ends, boys. You get away while I end up in the drink. Gyuk-gyuk! But Sheriff Roscoe P. Coltrane is no fool when it comes to the weather. We'll finish this another time. See you fellas later at the Boar's Nest. Gyuk-gyuk!"

"10-4, Roscoe. See you there. Luke out."

At that, the Police car spins around and speeds back to the direction it came from. "Well, I'll tell you one thing, Bo. Roscoe has gotten better doing his bootlegger turns. Could it be all those 'hot pursuits' when he's chasing us?"

"Maybe, Luke. He keeps it up, he just might get us in the back of his cruiser. We should have given him a bath before that thunderclap struck. Something strange about all this, though."

"Yeah? What's that, Bo?"

"Where's the rain?" Little do they realize that a brunette-haired female is wondering the same thing.

Back in War Bird, Bonnie is turning off the consoles. She had heard no sound of rainfall and elected to take the opportunity to find out the problem with the communications and GPS systems.

"Weapon systems are disengaged, navigation is off-line, communications are still off-line, as is the GPS still. Well, let's see what we can find wrong in the avionics bay." At that, she brings out the diagnostic reader, opens the door of the helo and goes to it's nose-piece. Pulling it toward her, she sees the various wires and circuit boards associated with avionics.

"I wish I took electronics so I'd know what to look for. They all look alike. Might as well plug into them and see if anything turns up on here." With that, she does so. After a minute of scanning, she finds what she's looking for. "Looks like the communications system and GPS were fried. Probably when the turbine jumped in torque. Video system is still operational. That's a good sign."

She then goes back into the helicopter and elects to find out about her surroundings. Starting to strip off her armored-flight suit, she says, "Let's see what we can find here after dressing properly."

At that, Bonnie brings out her suitcase. "Let's see. Appear tame, yet tough. Yes, a pair of knee-length shorts and a denim vest should do the trick nicely. Lovely weather for it. I best put the sat-phone and the .45 in my handbag. Who knows what I'll come across? Let's see what I have in terms of ammunition. Three clips of memory blankers and three of lethal rounds. Better take one clip of each."

She then thinks, 'Might as well change the barrels out while I'm thinking about it.' Reaching into a smaller case, she brings out a spare compensated barrel/slide unit, ideal for when the weapon is used in an off-duty manner. She disassembles the .45, removing the duty barrel/slide unit and slips on the off-duty one, reassembling the weapon quickly and accurately.

"There, all set for civilian life."

When she's done, she steps out of the helicopter, closes the door and sets the anti-intrusion system. "Can't afford anyone gaining access to you. So, you just shock them good, baby. I'll have my transponder in my handbag so you'll know it's me." She then blinks incredulously as she examines her words.

"I'm talking to the helo like it's a person. Could it be that a bond can be forged between a human and a machine? I said it when I saw Kim flirting with Ron that day and I'll say it again now. That is just too weird to even think about."

At that, Bonnie starts walking away from the helicopter, hoping that it'll be all right, just like she would be. Twenty minutes later, Bonnie sees a building ten yards away from her. A building named 'The Boar's Nest'. As she gets closer, she sees the sign has a picture of a boar's head. Also on the scene is a bright orange car with a '01' on the doors, a Confederate flag on the roof and the words 'General Lee' along the sides of the roof.

"Hmm, looks like a '68 Charger. Good physical condition, no rust. A classic if I ever saw one. Though a slight bit unusual. Then again, Ron's motto comes into play here. 'Never be normal'. Something tells me I'll fit in right here for the next few hours." Next thing she knows, the door flies open and a man comes flying out, with a woman standing right there.

"And stay out, you grabbin' drunk!" At that, she closes the door, much to Bonnie's amusement.

"Yep, I'll definitely fit right in." As she makes for the door, she feels a tug on her wrist. She looks behind her and sees a very familiar face. A face belonging to a man that is overweight, unkempt and downright smelly.

His drunken Caucasian face smiles as he says, "Hey, girly. Why don't you let a good ol' boy show you a good time."

Not wanting to blow her cover, she retorts, "Uh, hello. Married woman here." Bonnie defiantly shows him her wedding band and smiles her barracuda smile.

At the same time, she smoothly slides the .45 out of her handbag, ready to shoot if the guy turns out to be a bother still. For the guy is the same one that caused the wreck in Middleton two years ago.

"Well, that makes it even more fun! I won't tell if you won't." With that, he pulls her toward him, only to stop when he feels something right at his crotch.

"Let me go, buster. If you even so much as breathe on me with your stinkin' booze breath, I'll neuter you. Without anesthesia. Is that understood?"

"You stinkin' bitch! Oww." A muffled gunshot is barely heard as the report fades away. The man falls to the ground, clutching his destroyed groin.

"I warned you. Now, you won't be able to terrorize any woman again. Now, beat feet before I get really mad and finish you off!" Next thing she knows, the guy is up and running, clutching his mangled privates all the way. "Gets 'em every time."

Bonnie then smirks as she twirls her .45 and puts it back in her handbag. 'Very good thing I had changed the barrel before I left the helo. Too many questions would arise if people found out my civilian weapon is also my duty weapon.'

Getting to the door, she opens it and sees a massive bar with the same woman serving drinks. She smiles as she takes in the woman. Long red hair, wearing a leather vest and short shorts.

'She kinda reminds me of Kim. If there's anyone here that reminds me of Ron or Hirotaka, I'll definitely feel better about touching down here.' The woman then turns her way and gives Bonnie a welcoming smile.

"Howdy. Welcome to Hazzard. I'm Daisy Duke."

Back in Colorado, Norman is searching for War Bird's transponder signal. One minute, it was over Georgia. The next minute, it'd vanished. After searching even more, he begins contacting Ron, along with Jessica and Lily Mach through their beepers. He then contacts Kirby to let him know the situation with War Bird.

"Kirby, it's Norman."

"Norman, how are you today? Is War Bird on the way?"

"She was last time I saw her. I'm getting worried. Last known position for her was in Georgia. That's when I lost the signal from the transponder."

"I see. I'll contact Customs and let them know the situation. I'll call you back in an hour, Norman."

"Understood. Hopefully Bonnie's all right. If she's lucky enough, she can keep her sanity and cover intact. If she's away from Hirotaka and the kids for too long, she'll probably go insane."

"Norman, you're the leader of a group of crime-fighters, working in conjunction with Global Justice. Quite frankly, you're all mad."

"True. Oh well. Madness is what makes the world go round."

At that, Norman ends the call and goes about resuming the search for War Bird's electronic signature. Within ten minutes, Ron and the rest of the team arrive for Norman's explanation regarding their being beeped.