Kim Possible and Street Hawk: A Hazzardous Sitch p 6

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

Parts Arrival and Sky Base's Departure

The next morning, in Middleton, a Government Courier is dropping off a package at Command Center. Norman signs off on the paperwork and thanks the Courier. The Courier nods right back and gets into his Kenworth T2000 straight-truck, blowing his horn as he leaves.

As Norman closes the door, he nods for Lily and Jane to make the calls and they do so. Within ten minutes, Team Hawk's remaining field members arrive, minus Hirotaka as he is still watching over the twins. Norman nods at each one of them and smiles that Kim's able to make it in even though she's expectant.

"Kim, I know this is the last place you'd want to be right now. But once we get Bonnie and War Bird underway, we'll be able to go to Miami. I just wish Hirotaka could come today, but babysitters are hard to come by."

"Incorrect, Norman-san." Hirotaka drops down from the ceiling, an immaculate grin on his face. "Tara and Felix had agreed to look after the kids while we're together. So where's Bonnie at?"

Norman nods before replying, "She's in Hazzard County, Georgia. I did some more checking on the area through the DOJ and found some very interesting things. Turns out that Jefferson Davis 'Boss' Hogg is Commissioner down there. Even more, he's corrupt and greedy as hell. Every time he came up with a plot, the Dukes would interfere, which is why they'd constantly run afoul of him and Sheriff Coltrane. Even more, it seems that Bonnie had an encounter of sorts with the Sheriff and reached an understanding with him."

Jane then says, "Lily downloaded the file onto videocassette, so you guys can watch it during the flight. Lily and I will monitor things here while you guys fly down to Georgia and get War Bird back in the air. Once it's done, Sky Base will return here so we can join you guys in Florida."

Ron quirks an eyebrow as he looks at Norman and says, "Pregnancy is bringing her leadership skills out, Norman." Norman can only nod as Jane gently strokes her seven-month belly with a smile on her face. "Well, when do we leave?"

Norman nods and replies, "Now. Street Hawk's already loaded up in the new Rolling Base. As are your racing suits and weapons. Ron, your task is to run cover for us while we get War Bird squared away. Jessica, same thing. It's time to see what you're made of when it comes to internal cover-ops. Hirotaka, you head to the Duke Farm and pick up Bonnie in case she's able to get away. Kim, you're with me while I'm fixing War Bird."

"Let me guess. Parts and tools." At Norman's nod, she nods right back, saying, "One good way to keep me from going stir crazy." She then turns to Ron and says, "Keep yourself safe and away from those guys. I don't want to lose you, Ron."

"I will, Kim. Just another day at the office." Kim can't help but giggle at that as she wraps Ron into a passionate kiss.

Once they separate from the kiss, they get into the black Ford E-150 that is acting as the new Rolling Base. Turns out that the Step-van had suffered a broken camshaft and was too old to get the parts for. So Norman's friends with the NSA supplied them with a new van, specially modified for the task at hand.

Hirotaka goes outside to his Kawasaki Ninja and rides ahead to the air field while the others have finished getting into the van.

As Rolling Base leaves Command Center, Kim looks over at Ron and smiles, with Ron returning the smile. She then takes his hand into hers and places it onto her five-month belly, a warm and maternal smile on her lips.

"Please, make it through, Ron. The babies and I need you."

"I will, KP. This sitch is not that dangerous, though. It's just a milk run. Don't forget the triplets though."

"I'm not forgetting them, silly. They may be a little over a year old, but they're still our babies. Even milk runs have a way of going sideways. Thinking of milk." She then leans into Ron's ear and whispers, resulting in a blush on Ron's face.

"Ah, of course. Silly me." Kim can't help but giggle at Ron's antics and leans over to kiss him passionately. "I'm glad we're together, Kim."

"I am too, Ron. No matter what happens or how bad things get, I can always count on you to see us through with your sense of humor." He then wraps his red-headed wife into his arms and kisses her on her cheek.

"That's what I'm here for, KP. So, while we fly to Hazzard, let's see about what colleges we'll be going to."

"Let's make it for after we get done with Miami, honey. I'm sure Bonnie would have an idea for a college for herself."

"Roger that, Kim."

At that, Rolling Base arrives at the air field. Both Ron and Hirotaka go to the hangar doors and open them, revealing Sky Base. As Rolling Base rolls into the hangar, Kim, Jessica and Norman get started on getting the suits, weapons and parts ready for the guys to load up. Jessica takes the first load and carries it up into Sky Base after Ron had opened the rear cargo door.

Jessica can only smile as she says, "No matter how many times I look at it, it takes my breath away."

"Which one? Sky Base or Sand Hawk?" Ron's question startles Jessica and she turns around, her mouth agape.

"Ron! Was that necessary?"

"No, but it was kinda fun. Always be aware of your surroundings. They can be either friend or foe. Lesson of the day, free of charge. Now, which one were you talking about?"

"Sand Hawk. I can't believe I got my racing suit already. Good thing Kim and Bonnie were there, along with my Mom. I think she wanted to see the tube that Father was molded for his suit in."

"Yeah, I can't say as I blame her. Of course, I was kinda freaked out by the whole experience when I was molded myself." Ron then claps Jessica on her shoulder and adds, "It may be freaky, but it's also fun." Jessica can only laugh in agreement as they finish getting the suits and weapons secured along with the parts.

Ron then goes out to Rolling Base and gets Street Hawk out, wheeling the high-tech motorcycle into the cargo bay. Jessica helps Ron strap the cycle down, feeling a massive well of pride in her late Father's legacy and footsteps. Hirotaka then loads his Ninja into the plane and straps it down with Ron's help.

Once they're done, Norman and Kim board Sky Base and Ron closes the door for the rear cargo bay. Once they're all strapped in, Norman engages the engines and powers Sky Base through the doorway. When the massive plane clears the doorway, Norman pushes the throttle onward, powering the aircraft to takeoff velocity.

Once in the air, Norman programs the onboard computer to scan for War Bird's physical profile. As they fly, they all start hoping that they'll reach Bonnie before her cover is completely blown.

As the plane flies over Colorado, Jessica looks over at Ron and asks, "What kind of plane is this anyway, Ron?"

"I'm not sure offhand, Jessica. But my guess is it's a cross between a C-130 Hercules and a CH-47 Chinook troop transport helicopter. Body of a Chinook and half the wingspan of the Hercules."

"Let me guess. From your days as Team Possible."

Kim nods and replies, "That's pretty much it, Jessica. We helped the Government so many times and gotten rides from them, that Ron pretty much knows the models now. I gotta admit, I'm impressed by him. He never ceases to amaze or surprise me."

"Yeah, he's an amazing guy, Kim. I hope to find one just like him."

"I'm sure you will, Jessica. Your time will come."

Five minutes later, up in the cockpit, Norman is at the stick when Ron comes up and has a seat, a massive file in hand. "Norman, Sandy McCoy gave this to us so we could give it to you." He then hands it to Norman, a sad smile on his face.

"What is it, Ron?"

"Jesse's Internal Affairs file, or at least a copy of it. Included is the IA file on Marty Walsh's death. Everything that Jesse did as Street Hawk is in here. I guess Sandy felt you would like a scrapbook of a sort. Kim and I perused it the night of the Tracys' wedding after we picked it up from Sandy."

"Why wait until now, Ron?"

"You seemed a little unnerved lately, so we thought we'd wait until you had gathered your nerve up again."

Norman nods and replies, "That makes sense. Did Sandy tell you what happened the day Jesse died?"

"Just that she was in the Break Room and Jesse had asked her out on a date for after his shift had ended."

"So she was the one he was talking about that day."

"Norman?"

"If I hadn't beeped him, then he'd still be alive and been able to go on that date. I wish I hadn't created that motorcycle at times, let alone come up with the idea. Sure, it solved some problems, but there were also complications that would arise at times. Like the time the old Command Center was blacked out and I went through computer withdrawals. Jesse was without support that day. The day he died, I could only watch helplessly as I told him to abort."

Ron growls softly and says, "Get this right, Norman. Be that as it may, if you hadn't created the motorcycle to begin with, Jesse still would have done that jump anyway and gotten suspended along with Marty. He may still have gotten hurt and Marty probably would have still died for nothing while on suspension. Corrido would still be alive and stealing that fucking poison for his fucking buyers. Miller would still be in cahoots with Corrido and Altobelli would have his hands tied every time. After all, wasn't Street Hawk's first official case the drug thefts from Police Shipments for disposals at sea?"

At Norman's nod, Ron goes on. "If you hadn't created the bike, that fucking poison would have been on the streets and more people would have died because of it. Now, I don't know who Corrido's fucking buyers were, but if Jesse ever found out, they would have died in a fucking heartbeat. You know this, as do all of us. This is a war, my friend. A war we must win. Not only are we dealing with the Sho-Da-Kah, we're also fighting against drug lords and their lackeys. Right now, we're evenly matched, if not one up on them. In war, there will always be casualties. Jesse and Marty were casualties. Marty in the war against drugs and Jesse when he went up against the Sho-Da-Kah. It was the first time he had faced off against them, right?"

"Yes, it was."

"You had no way of knowing what they would do or use until it was too late. Here, look at Jesse's file and you'll see what I mean."

His hands shaking, Norman slowly opens the file and pulls out the one he's looking for. With tears in his eyes, he softly says, "I'd barely gotten through it the first time around, let alone when I went on the warpath years later. Ron, could you take over for me, please? I don't want to chance crashing if I start crying."

"You got it, Norman." Norman slowly nods at Ron as he leaves the cockpit and goes to a secluded area on the aircraft. Once ensconced, he slowly opens the file folder and starts to read.

"Internal Affairs File Number 12245-6. Officer's Name: Mach, Jesse. Deceased. Officer Mach was killed in Culver's Pass due to a missile impact while riding on a top-secret and experimental motorcycle. At the time of his death, Officer Mach was 'Street Hawk'.

His body was identified by one Norman Tuttle, a Government Engineer that had designed the cycle. Mr. Tuttle was instrumental in organizing a manhunt for Officer Mach's killers, as he had provided an Officer at the scene with a description of the suspects' vehicle.

Upon the arrest of the suspects in Sacramento, California, the Police there had discovered Military weaponry inside the van. Weaponry consisting of laser-guided missiles and fragmentary hand grenades.

It is the opinion of this Division that neither Officer Mach nor Mr. Tuttle had known what the thieves had with them at the time of Officer Mach's death. Or what they would have done. There was no way Officer Mach could have avoided the missile that killed him and destroyed the motorcycle. No charges are to be filed against Mr. Tuttle and Officer Mach is to be buried with full Police Honors."

Norman stops reading and closes the file, sobbing softly as he does so. "I'm sorry, Jesse. I'm so sorry."

In thirty minutes, he regains his composure and makes a realization. "Ron's right. If I hadn't created the original bike, there'd be no way the Sho-Da-Kah would have been thoroughly trashed years later. We've got them on the run now and they're scared of us. They know they'll be knocked down if they even show up anywhere on our radar, sonar or any other detection equipment. It's all because of the original cycle this has become possible."

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, everyone on board hears a very loud, "BOO-YAH!" coming from a secluded area on the plane. Surprisingly enough, it sounds very much like Norman's voice.