Kim Possible and Street Hawk: A Hazzardous Sitch

by MichaelCross

On her way to a meeting, Bonnie develops trouble with the War Bird helicopter and has to touch down in Hazzard, Georgia. Can she keep her sanity and cover intact, along with making it to the meeting? Rated for language. Fifteenth KP/SH.

12. Bonnie's File and Demonstration Rescue

Kim Possible and Street Hawk: A Hazzardous Sitch p 12

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

Bonnie's File and Demonstration Rescue

That same evening, back in Hazzard, Enos is at the office, listening to Lucre whimper in his sleep. Enos smiles at the memory of proposing to Daisy and remembers he's there to find out about Bonnie.

"Let's see. Searching files on Middleton, Colorado. Bonnie Rockwaller. Okay, here we go. 'Rockwaller, Bonnie Marie. Married. Two children: Ronald and Kimberly Rockwaller. Husband: Hirotaka Yamanatoka-Rockwaller. Siblings; two sisters. Connie and Lonnie Rockwaller-Tracy. Mother: Judith Rockwaller. Father: Samuel Rockwaller. Status of parents; Judith: Alive in Middleton. Samuel: Unknown. Samuel Rockwaller walked out on his family when Bonnie was a little girl. No felonies, misdemeanors or warrants on Bonnie Rockwaller. Friend with and of Ronald and Kimberly Stoppable.' Hmm, seems pretty standard. Aside from having a broken home, she turned out pretty okay. Hello, what's this here?"

Enhancing the file, he reads on. "'Middleton Colorado is rumored to be the home base of new hero team known as 'Team Hawk'. Members only known by code names. Street Hawk, Sand Hawk, War Bird, Ninja and a new addition, Hard Hawk. Street Hawk: Primary vehicle is an all-terrain attack motorcycle. Sand Hawk: Primary vehicle is a tactical dune buggy. War Bird: Primary vehicle is an attack/air support helicopter. Ninja: No known vehicle. Hard Hawk: No known vehicle.' Okay, let's see if I can get a look at the vehicles listed here."

He whistles, highly impressed, when he finds what he's looking for, based on the news archives dedicated to pictures of the team's vehicles. "Possums in a gum bush, that motorcycle and dune buggy look like they mean business. Here's the helicopter. Whoa." On the screen is a black helicopter in flight, with machine guns on the belly.

'Possums in a gum bush, the Sheriff wasn't kidding when he said he saw a helicopter with machine guns in Carver's Field. Bonnie had soil on her shoes from Carver's Field. No, it's only coincidence, yet very strange at the same time. When Sheriff Roscoe gets back, I'll ask him if this is the helicopter he saw.'

"Enos?"

Enos jumps in his seat from Roscoe's jolt. "Sheriff! You gave me quite a start!"

"Sorry about that, Enos. Bo and Luke are out running around somewhere. I'll have to see them at the Boar's Nest, gyuk-gyuk. What are you looking at?"

"I remembered yesterday you said something about a helicopter with machine guns on the belly. I did a little digging on Ms. Rockwaller, particularly where she came from."

Enos moves to the side and asks, "Is this the helicopter you saw, Sheriff?"

Roscoe, rendered speechless, can only nod as Enos goes on. "This helicopter is the one normally flown by War Bird with Team Hawk. I'm thinking it's just a coincidence that Ms. Rockwaller was here, Sheriff. Yet, I can't help but wonder."

"Nor can I, Enos. Remember last night I was staked out across from Carver's Field?" At Enos' nod, he goes on. "I saw a young woman go to the helicopter and tried to stop her so she wouldn't get shocked. I was too far away to get a good look at her and it was pretty dark. When I got there, the door opened, a figure was in the doorway and spoke like an alien. The figure took me into it's confidence. Earlier today, another young woman told me that the figure wanted to see me."

"What happened, Sheriff?"

"I'm not sure if I was shucked and jived about it like the figure being an alien, but the figure told me about a group of criminals. They're named the Sho-Da-Kah. Can you find anything on them?"

"I can look and see, Sheriff. How did you realize you were shucked and jived, though?"

"The helicopter. I saw a movie about aliens earlier and they never bothered disguising their vehicles. But, I'll give whoever it was this much. He or she was an excellent actor or actress. It was so realistic, I was convinced that it was real. Gyuk-gyuk-gyuk!" At that, Lucre screams one more time before a loud thud is heard. "What the heck?"

Both Enos and Roscoe rush to the Jail area and see a grisly sight. Lucre hanging by his neck on the bunk's sheet from the ceiling. At his feet is an overturned chair.

"I think we pushed him too far, Sheriff."

"Yeah, maybe Enos. Oh, you said you have some news for me."

"Yeah, I do. I'm getting married, Sheriff. I proposed to Daisy last night."

"Well, it's about time, you dipstick. When's the wedding?"

"Daisy wants us to get married in three months, Sheriff."

"Good, plenty of time to plan, gyuk-gyuk-gyuk! Let's get him on down and to the Cemetery, Enos."

"Right away, Sheriff." As both men bring Lucre's corpse down, they both ponder about the revelation in the past few minutes.

In Miami, the next morning, Bonnie is making her way to the helicopter in full uniform when she sees the others smiling and nodding their support. She nods right back, as she had put the visor down, and gets into the helicopter.

Powering it up, she goes over the checklist. When all are checked, she lifts off of the ground and flies to the demonstration area. As she flies, she has the strangest feeling that something would be happening. So she switches on the helo's microphone system.

Meanwhile, the others get into a Government van and head for the makeshift Proving Beach, which is where the demonstration is being held. The others, aside from Lily, Kim and Jane, are dressed in their uniforms and wearing their helmets. Lily, Kim and Jane are wearing thin ski masks as is Norman.

As Bonnie flies over the target area, she sees a series of boats just floating with no signs of life on them at all. "Those must be my targets. Base, this is War Bird. Requesting location of targets. I want to be sure the area is totally clear before I engage."

"War Bird, I have you in my sight. You are over the target area. Proceed as planned and head for the beach."

"Roger that, Base."

Norman puts his radio back into his pocket as the van reaches the Proving Beach. Upon arrival, they see Kirby standing with Officials from the Customs Office and Coast Guard. Along with the other agencies.

"Ah, gentlemen and ladies, this is Base, with Team Hawk. With him is his wife, Madam Base. Their associates, Street and Sand Hawk, Ninja, Hard Hawk and Lady Hawk. Hard and Lady Hawk are the newest members on the team. Everyone, this is Jerome Taylor with the U.S. Customs Office and Marjorie Mullins with the U.S. Coast Guard." He then goes on to introduce the Officials with the other Agencies.

Marjorie, a slender Caucasian woman in her thirties with Mediterranean features, smiles as she shakes Base's hand. "It's very nice to meet the members of the team. But, I am under the impression that there is another member. War Bird, I think, is the name."

Street Hawk replies, "It is. She's on her way in now, so if you'll take your seats, we can get this show on the road."

Jerome, a heavyset African-American man in his fifties, says, "I've read reports about War Bird holding it's own and helping in fire-fights. Are you saying it's armed?"

"That I am. That it is."

Jerome gulps as he says, "A lot of criminals that use boats won't like that."

Sand Hawk replies, "They don't have to like it. All they have to do is hope they survive the encounter." At that, everyone, except for Base, takes their seats in the bleachers.

As War Bird looms closer, Base begins. "It doesn't look normal, it doesn't fly normal. That's because it isn't normal. This whole aircraft is laminated with one-inch thick Kevlar composites. It's equipped with belly-mounted twin 20mm electric cannons. Their combined twelve barrels are capable of firing over 10,000 rounds of ammunition per minute. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is one hell of a shit-storm in anyone's language. Now, let's watch the lady as she struts her stuff."

At that, War Bird commences it's attack run. Locking onto a black cigarette boat, it opens fire, decimating the boat. Locking onto a blue one, it fires down the middle, cutting it in half, lengthwise.

"Notice the selectivity of the firing. This is not a strafing run where you shoot up a swimming area. This little lady picks her targets carefully."

War Bird spots three boats, green, red and yellow, sitting beside each other. Getting the attack angle, it cuts all three boats in half, widthwise.

"Now, those targets were not moving. For that matter, does anyone want to bet on the yacht? We didn't tell our pilot everything about it." On that signal, the shore crew turns on the remote unit and moves the boat.

Back on War Bird, Bonnie catches the yacht's movements and sees bricks of narcotics. "Right in broad daylight." Locking in on the blue and white yacht, Bonnie reduces it to a smoldering wreckage with the guns. Suddenly, the microphones pick up a baby's crying from five miles outside the target zone.

"Base, this is War Bird. I'm picking up a baby's cries on my microphones, five miles out. Should I assist? Please advise, over."

"War Bird, that's a roger. You'll probably need a rescue swimmer. Touch down and pick up Hard Hawk, as she's been taking specialized lessons."

"Roger that, Base. Heading in now." Bonnie turns War Bird toward shore and opens the right rear door as the helo reaches the beach. When she sees Hard Hawk running her way, she touches down on the sandy dune and waits for Hard to close the door.

Back in the bleachers, Marjorie turns to her aide and says, "Get the nearest cutter to where War Bird is going to."

"Aye aye, ma'am." As the aide sets about on her task, the gathered group watches as War Bird lifts off of the dune and takes off like a shot.

Back on War Bird, Jessica removes her helmet and puts on a diving hood and mask, as the suits can be worn like wetsuits. In theory at least. She then puts on a pair of fins as she waits for Bonnie to tell her when they're close to the scene.

Two minutes later, Bonnie sees a horribly eerie sight and lets her feelings be known. "Fuck me!"

"What's wrong, Bonnie?"

"It's worse than I thought, Jessica. There's a cabin cruiser on fire. Two adults are swimming away from it. I see no sign of the baby I heard. There's a raft in the compartment behind you. Once the door opens, drop it out and I'll ask them where the baby is. The raft has a portable radio built into it."

"Roger. I see it, Bonnie."

"Okay, we're over them now and I'm opening the door."

As the door opens, Jessica pushes the raft to the edge of the door. When it's completely open, Jessica gives it a sharp push as she pulls the handle on the raft.

When the raft lands onto the water fully inflated, they clamber onto it and wave the helo down. Bonnie, getting a bad feeling about them, activates the radio instead.

"This is War Bird with Team Hawk. Where's the baby at?"

A man's voice replies, "What do you mean baby, War Bird? My companion and I are by ourselves."

Unsure about them and their words, Bonnie turns up the gain on the microphones. What she hears horrifies her. The agonized wails of a baby on the burning cruiser.

"You left your baby on the cruiser? In flames? You fuckers are sick and wrong. Hard, I'm going to swing us over to the cruiser. Once overhead, jump down, seek out the baby and get back onto the deck. I'll pick you up and fly us back to shore."

As she removes the fins, Hard asks, "What about those people? We can't just leave them behind."

"Actually, we can. Any couple that willingly endangers a child's life deserves to get their asses left behind. Our first priority is the safety of innocents, us second, guilty third. In that order, I might add. Besides, I'm picking up the Coast Guard cutter. It's two miles out and closing."

"You really get into this heroine bit, don't you?"

"Oh, I love it to death." Within seconds, the helicopter is hovering over the cruiser, much to the protests of the people on the life raft. "Okay, we're overhead. Go, go, go!"

Using a Spare Air canister for breathing, Hard Hawk jumps down onto the deck, glad she's still wearing the dive mask to keep the smoke out of her eyes. 'C'mon baby, cry for Auntie Hard.' Almost as if the baby's hearing her thoughts, the baby lets out another wail. 'That's it, baby. Keep it up and I'll find you.' Within seconds, she finds the infant on the floor in the onboard galley, clad only in it's diaper. The smoke is so thick, she's starting to have trouble seeing through the lenses.

'Arson! Bonnie's right. Those people are sick and wrong!' Getting onto the floor, she sees and hears the baby's cries getting fainter. 'Hang in there, precious. Hang in there.' She reaches the baby and gets a grip on it before pulling it to her chest in a comforting manner. 'It's okay, baby. I've got you.' She then starts running through the smoke and soon reaches the deck. Seeing War Bird is still hovering, she moves to run up the ramp and makes it up just as the helo lifts away from the burning cruiser.

Putting the infant down on the helo's floor, she takes off her mask and removes the Spare Air canister before checking to see how bad it is. She then sees it's a boy and gives the news.

"He's got bad smoke inhalation, Bonnie. The poor little thing. From the looks of it, I'd say the fire was about five minutes old when we arrived on scene. For that matter, it appears to be arson."

"Okay, we're heading for the Hospital now. Strap in tight and grab hold of the baby. I'm going full combat speed."

"Roger." Five seconds later, she says, "Ready." She gets a severe push back into the seat as the thrusters fire. Right behind the helicopter, the Coast Guard cutter arrives to pick up the parents and tow the raft back to shore.

As the cutter crew reaches the raft, the two adults wave them up and yell for their help. "That helicopter left us! Help us!"

Back on War Bird, Bonnie makes the call. "I'm inbound with a baby boy, approximately eight months old. Suffering from bad smoke inhalation. Contact the nearest Hospital with a Neonatal-care unit and give them the situation. Also, notify Miami-Dade Police to arrest the people with the cabin cruiser when they reach shore. They set fire to the cabin cruiser and abandoned the baby to die."

Sand Hawk's voice comes back shaky as she says, "Repeat your last, War Bird. Did you say the parents abandoned the baby to die?"

"Affirmative. They set the cabin cruiser on fire and ditched the baby, saving only themselves." Bonnie's eyes start tearing up at the thought of it and she thinks, 'No true Mother or Father could do that. Not ever.'

Street Hawk's voice comes up and says, "War Bird, land on the beach upon arrival. There's an R.A. Unit en route to us now. They'll transport the child to Johns Hopkins here in Miami. What's the status on the child?"

Bonnie calls back to Jessica, "What's his status?"

"He's breathing a little easier, but the poor little thing's still got smoke in his lungs."

Bonnie relays the information, adding, "If it wasn't an emergency right now, I'd shoot those loser idiots dead with the cannons. They don't deserve to live."

Base comes on, chuckling, and says, "I know how you feel, War Bird. But, we have to stay professional while on duty. Our feelings can't really get in the way when lives are on the line. Do you copy?"

"War Bird, roger. Request permission to belt both of them in the chops upon their arrival."

"I think I can work something out on that front. I've got you in sight now, War Bird. Begin final approach. The R.A. Unit is hitting the beach now. "

"Roger, cutting thrusters, now."

Once the thrusters have died down, War Bird makes it's way to the beach and lands, opening it's rear door as it does. Jessica had put her helmet back on as the helo was approaching and smiles behind her visor as a female Medic takes the infant from her arms.

The Medic then runs to the waiting Ambulance, cooing and babbling nonsense to the baby. Once the doors close, the Ambulance rolls out, siren wailing and strobe lights flashing.

Meanwhile, as War Bird cuts the engines, she sees a swarm of reporters heading her way. "Aw, shit. I am so not in the mood for interviews." When the swarm arrives, they all start asking questions as the blades rotate to a halt.

"War Bird, is it true you left the baby's parents out in the ocean?"

"Are you a Mother yourself? Is that why you concentrated on the baby?"

"Hard Hawk, how'd you breathe in that smoke?"

War Bird gets out of the cockpit, un-holsters the .45 and shoots into the air. "What the hell is this? A public forum? I am very cranky right now because the people with that baby boy left him to die on that cabin cruiser out there. As to the second question, it's none of your damn business. Third, Hard Hawk's and my maternal instincts are in overdrive today and they don't need to be aggravated anymore. The fourth question, Hard Hawk used a Spare Air canister. She may be a Newbie, but she's also smart as a whip."

"Who are you under there? Can you show us who you are underneath all that?"

"I refer to my earlier comment. It's none of your damn business who or what I am and no. If I have a family, they would be in jeopardy because of what I do. It's better no one except my team knows who I am underneath this helmet. Is that understood? If it is, then get lost!" Firing into the air again, she convinces the reporters to leave her and Hard Hawk be.

War Bird is still seething when the others get to her, approaching calmly in order to be sure she doesn't tear their heads off.

Sand Hawk clears her throat and wraps an arm around War Bird's shoulder. "You okay, War?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Sand. It's just that, hearing that baby. It sounds like one of ours, you know? Hard and I respond, only to find out the baby was left to die for no good reason." Starting to break down, she asks, "Why'd they try to kill him?" She then sobs, with Ninja taking her into his arms to console her.

"I know not. But we'll find out, as the Coast Guard is nearing shore. Base, any news as to War Bird's request?"

"Yeah. Permission's granted. In fact, we'd like to express our opinions on them as well." The others nod in agreement and, even though they can't see each others' faces right now, grin sadistically.

When the Coast Guard skiff reaches the docks of the Proving Beach, the crewmen and parents see the entire team gathered. The man helps his companion up and they exit the craft, making a path to the team.

The man asks, "Which one of you is War Bird?"

"I am, losers."

The woman, incredulous, asks, "Who are you calling losers? We are the lead actors on 'Agony County'. Only losers would leave people as important as we are to die."

"Oh, really? I guess the baby wasn't so important to you, was he? Or perhaps I should say is." At their dropped jaws, War Bird goes on. "That's right. The little cutie-pie is still alive. Thanks to Hard Hawk and my piloting skills. At the moment, consider yourselves lucky you're still alive right now."

Incredulous, the man asks, "Why should we? The Coast Guard rescued us. They're the real heroes, not you. You're all a bunch of nobodies." He then sees a team member, clad in a black racing suit with white stripes, step forward.

With a distorted voice, the member asks, "Head or gut?"

"What do you mean?" The member's reply is not what he had expected. First, a belt to the gut and then a belt to his chops.

"That's what I meant, you son of a bitch. Sand, you're up. Or, should War take this one?"

"War, you take this one. I think I'll see just how much you picked up from Street, myself and Urzu 7."

The actress snorts and asks, "Who's Urzu 7? Your boyfriend?"

War replies, "No, just someone more human than you'll ever be!" At that, War Bird belts the woman two times in both the stomach and face. "Those were for me, my friends, the baby and Urzu 7, you loser bitch." She then throttles the woman's throat and snarls out, "Why'd you leave that baby to die? I'm not the kind to judge people like that, but in your case, I'm sorely tempted to do so."

The man smiles smugly as he replies, "The baby, or 'It', was a result of an on-screen mishap. Believe it or not, we can't stand each other in real life. So, here's what we propose. You don't let word of this get out and we won't tell the world how evil you are. This way, we all look good."

Incredulous, War Bird says, "Let me get this straight. You want me to withhold evidence of your 'affair' or 'accident'. In return, you won't tell the world how evil we are? How are we evil?"

The woman makes a signal she'd like to speak and War Bird slowly lightens the pressure. "You saved a monster in diapers! He cries every single night! I just couldn't take it anymore!" That causes War Bird's temper to skyrocket and she throttles the snobbish woman again.

"Babies are supposed to cry, you moron! Just because a baby cries does not mean it can be disposed of. You should have given him up for adoption if you couldn't handle it."

Incredulous, the man asks, "What? Let some lower-to-no-class couple take care of the baby? Upper-class children belong with Upper-class parents. We tried it with our colleagues, but they all laughed and said we'd better get used to it."

Suddenly, he finds himself being throttled by Ninja. "You are most dishonorable. You do your ancestors a grave injustice with your callous attitude. No doubt, they feel that you are a disgrace. To them and the human race. Officers! Take these worthless pieces of trash out of here! Before we get really mad and hurt them!"

Two Miami Officers take the two people into custody as the woman screams, "Arrest them as well!"

"Lady, they're not facing the charges that you are."

"What charges, you pea-brained Civil Servant?"

"Felony Child Endangerment, Attempted Murder of said child, Suspicion of Arson, Conspiracy to Commit Murder and Arson and potentially Insurance Fraud."

The man then yells, "You can't do this! We're white and rich! We're not supposed to do time!"

"You should have thought of that before planning to murder an innocent child for no good reason. Now, these are your rights."

As the Officers Mirandize the two people, both of them turn back to glare at Team Hawk, only to gasp when every single one of them gives them the finger.

When the people are away, Director Kirby, Jerome and Marjorie approach the group, wearing grim smiles.

Marjorie then says, "I can't believe some people are willing to kill an innocent baby just because it cries. War Bird, how did you know about the baby's cries?"

"The helicopter is equipped with highly-sensitive microphones. They're so sensitive, you can hear a flea fart at 200 feet. It's a good thing the microphones were on. If they hadn't been, I shudder to think about that poor baby's fate." She then asks, "How is he?"

"He has just arrived at John's Hopkins. He's stable, but his lung tissues were badly damaged. It could go either way." Marjorie's eyes shed tears as she adds, "If I had the choice or option, I'd care for him. But, my work schedule is too hectic."

War Bird nods and replies, "If you got time, great. If not, someone else does. Day care centers, babysitters. The possibilities are endless. In fact, I think I may know some people from out of town that just might enjoy looking after him if he makes it."

Jerome nods and says, "If he does, I have some favors with the Department of Children's Services. They can pull some strings and approve of the transfer of custody. Who do you have in mind?"

"Well, they're not married yet, but they're good people. Enos Strate and Daisy Duke, over in Hazzard Georgia. You could, perhaps, call it a 'Pilot Program' of sorts that allows new couples-to-be to get some first hand training on child care."

Intrigued, Jerome nods and says, "Okay, I'll get on it when we get word on the baby. Would you like to do the delivery?"

Rubbing her gloved hands, War Bird replies, "I'll personally enjoy it, sir."

Jerome grins and says, "I don't doubt that for one minute, War Bird. I really don't. Just, out of curiosity, what does 'SRT' stand for?" He had noticed the 'SRT' badges on the others and became curious about them.

"Special Response Team, sir. It's our newest designation other than being known as 'Team Hawk' all the time." Bonnie then smirks behind her visor as she thinks, 'We've been like this since before we became part of Mithril's 'SRT' unit. How ironic it is.'