Kim Possible and Street Hawk vs the Village Bullies

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Mona's Life and Calling Norman

In a small coastal village in the Pacific Northwest, a woman with greying blond hair is smiling as she looks over the animals in her care. She had always loved animals and devoted her life to caring for them when they were hurt.

The same is especially true for a sea lion she had nursed back to health after finding it with a harpoon in it's side five months back. One look at it's face and she knew what to name it instantly. As the face reminds her of an old friend of hers from her Government days. A friend named Norman Tuttle.

Dr. Mona Williams sighs as she asks, "What are you doing right now, Norman? Are you still working with top secret projects or did you give up after Jesse's death?"

To say she had been surprised as to who the man that had saved her and Norman turned out to be Jesse Mach would be an understatement. She was saddened to learn that Jesse had died in the line of outside duty and, as a result, Norman had become something of a recluse.

She tried speaking to him at Jesse's funeral, but he was too busy kicking himself that she gave up for the time being. On the way out of the Cemetery, she found him surrounded by members of the Press and shielded by the Police. So she couldn't even get a word in edgewise in person. Not even calls to his apartment could coax him out of his funk. So, she gave up her job at the Medical Technologies Division of the same company that was secretly working on weapons that nearly killed both her and Norman.

Without any further word or contact attempts to Norman, she moved to Oregon to her current location, where she had been living for the past eighteen years. Upon her arrival, she immediately came across several animals that had been wounded. Moderately to fatally. Most of the wounded animals had survived, but some were just too badly injured to survive the night. All the wounds had something in common. They had been inflicted upon the animals by often very brutal fishermen.

The sea lion, one such victim, she had nursed back just when it was at the brink of death. It didn't even look like it would make it the first night, but it did. As the days went on, she felt her confidence soar to new heights, yet she kept herself realistic. Knowing that every day is precious, she didn't allow herself a big head about saving it's life.

Snapping herself back to the present, Mona checks her watch and nods. "Feeding time. Norman! Time for you to eat! Norman!" A sea lion's barking causes a smile to cross her lips. In seconds, it reaches her sight. "There you are, Norman. Have you been playing around the docks again?"

Norman's reply is putting a frontal flipper over his face.

"Norman, you were barely lucky to be alive the last time they found you down there." She can't help but chuckle at the sea lion's antics as it covers it's face even more. "All right, all right, that's enough scolding for now. Let's get some fish into you. How does that sound?" Norman's excited barking and flopping side to side is her reply and she's about to laugh when she sees a very hostile Caucasian face.

"Hey, Doc, next time I catch that thing down at the docks, I'm gonna put a bullet into it's head! It got lucky it survived that harpoon to the side, but I can't help but wonder if it'll have the same luck against a 30.06 bullet."

"Blow it out of your ass, Sam. Don't you have a boat crew of social rejects to join up with? At the tavern for that matter?"

"Careful there, Doc. There's a bullet just waiting for you too. Don't forget, I know the Police Chief personally."

"Oh, I'm so scared. Not! Neither is Norman. What do you think, Norman?" Norman's reply is a raspberry to Sam's offended face.

"A loser name for a loser animal. Like I said, Doc. Keep that sea lion away from the docks or you'll find yourself more of a loser than anyone else around here." At that, Sam turns around and makes his way to the local tavern.

"Ugh, that guy's such a pompous nozzle, Norman. How can people stand being around him? Other than the 'Fear and Snob' Factor, that is." Norman shrugs his flippers in reply as Mona walks back into her cabin/veterinary office, with Norman right on her heels.

Once inside, Mona smiles at the picture on her coffee table. The picture is that of three people. Herself, her late employer and Norman, back when they had gotten their Government assignments. Suddenly, she starts shaking from that threat.

'Who can I turn to? Can't go to the Police. They'll ignore me for sure, given that he's a friend of the Chief's.' Getting an idea, Mona crosses over to her computer and powers it up.

"Let's see if Norman's still in Los Angeles." Using her Government connections, she soon learns that Norman Tuttle is not listed in the LA area at all. "Okay, let's try nationwide." Half a minute later, she finds a match. "Norman and Jane Tuttle, Middleton Colorado. Could it be him?"

Picking up the phone, she nervously punches in the number. As she listens to it ring, she starts to feel hope and discouragement at the same time. 'It's going to be awkward if it's not Norman and even more if it is Norman. What'll I say to him?'

Finally, the phone picks up and a familiar man's voice says, "Tuttle."

"Norman Tuttle, from Washington DC and Los Angeles?"

"Yes, this is he. Who's this?"

Mona smiles as she replies, "Norman, it's me. Mona Williams."

"Mona? How have you been?" Norman's voice had perked up upon hearing her name.

"I've been doing fine, Norman. Are you still involved in that 'Special Project' that you were with back in LA? Or did you give it up completely after Jesse died?"

His voice guarded, he replies, "It depends. Why do you ask?"

"Norman." Mona's voice starts to break down as she goes on, "I need help. Out of all the people I could have turned to, I chose you because of what you and Jesse did for me."

His voice suddenly takes on a concerned tone upon hearing the distress in her voice."Hey, hey, Mona. That's not like you. What's going on?"

"I just need an answer before I give you more details. Are you still involved?"

"I am. This time, it's a whole team."

Now smiling widely with relief that he's still involved, Mona lets some tears fall. She then replies, "I just received a threat. I can't go to the Police because it's Chief is a friend of the one that threatened me."

"What kind of threat?"

"An animal I nursed back to health. A man threatened to shoot him, adding me into the equation."

"Okay, my team and I will be there by this evening. You can brief us upon arrival. Where are you at right now?" In the background, she can hear keyboard keys being clicked and clacked. The sound of them brings a smile to her face.

"I see you're still heavily into computer systems. I'm up over in Oregon, a small coastal fishing village just west of Portland. I can hardly wait to see how much you've changed, Norman. Shall I give you the village's name?"

Norman chuckles as he replies, "Negative. Our computer has just pinpointed your location, Mona. It's certainly a small spot, that's for sure."

"Oh, Norman. You always have to be ahead of the game, don't you?"

"It helps at times." At that, Mona giggles slightly and remembers something else she had found.

"Are you married now, Norman?"

"I am. We're even having a baby. It seems to be running a little late, though. Which means, very soon, the little one's gonna be born. I'm both nervous and eager to see how well I handle it."

"Aww, Norman, I'm sure you'll do fine. When you guys get here, I'll want all the details." With that said, she hangs up and sighs sadly. "I found him. But I was too late this time, though." Mona had something of a crush on Norman and elected to not tell him about it when he drove her to the train station in DC the night she left for LA.

"Oh well, I've got a good man here and now. Just gotta figure out the right bait for luring and snaring him."

She looks around inside the cabin and sees Norman eating his fish. She can't help but laugh at the sea lion's antics as it eats the mackerel and tuna. "I can only hope that your human counterpart has better dining manners. You're a mess, Norman. You are such a mess." The sea lion's raspberry toward her has her in stitches.

In the tavern, Sam and his buddies are getting drunk and loud at the same time. "Hey, barkeep, hit me again!"

"I think you've had enough, Sam."

"Pish-posh, I can handle it, you old miserly loser. Hit me!"

Next thing he knows, one of his buddies, taking him literally, punches him in the face, hard. Instead of getting angry, however as he was prone to do at times like this, he just sits there and laughs his drunken head off while holding his broken nose.

"Oh, I'm gonna feel that in the morning! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" He is so intoxicated, his words are starting to get so badly hostile as he starts to speak total nonsense. "That woman and her damned sea lion are killing our business, boys. We gotta do something about that. Any ideas?"

"Sam, take it easy. The sea lion doesn't mean any harm when it's at the docks. Seeing him there when we come in is like a welcome home party of sorts."

"Greg, that sea lion is evil incarnate. When it's swimming around the docks, it annoys people. I know it annoys me."

Greg, a Caucasian male with a pot-belly from all the years of booze, replies, "As far as I know, you're the only one griping about it and you've only been here for two months. The Doc's been looking after the sea lion for five months and she's impressed with how strong he's gotten to be. For that matter, so am I. He's come a long way from having been harpooned by George McCannan. You do realize that Animal Cruelty Laws apply to fishermen, too. Do you not?"

Ignoring the comment, Sam says, "Aww, Greg boy here is nuts about the animal doctor. Isn't that sweet?"

Playing it off to Sam's drunkenness, Greg shrugs, saying, "Come off of it, Sam. You know Maria would skin me alive if she even thought about me and the Doc like that. After all, they play cards together." He then checks his watch and says, "Damn. Gotta get home so I can go fishing tomorrow morning."

"Bye, Greg. Give Maria my best."

"I will, Sam. Why don't you see about that family of yours? They're what makes life worth living."

"Nah. I got away from my wife and brats because I couldn't stand to hear her harping about friendship and equality."

"Well, at least give it some thought, Sam. Later Tommy, Jason, Billy."

Sam waves him off, saying, "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." As Greg leaves the tavern, Billy Norris gets up and leaves as well, a grin on his face. "Hey, where's Billy going to?"

Tommy Shepard and Jason Johnson just shrug their shoulders as Billy's profile leaves the tavern's vicinity. Jason then turns to Sam and asks, "How do you want to handle it, Sam?"

"I don't know what you mean, Jason."

Sam takes in his friends as he tilts his head in their direction. Tommy is slightly pudgy with greying blond hair while Jason is slender with greying brown hair. The just departed Billy's the slightly youngest of the group, his face covered in scars from a war he'd rather forget about. Yet he keeps himself in full-fighting trim.

Tommy steps in and says, "You know. The sea lion. How do you want to do it?"

Sam nods and replies, "Well, I've got that rifle. I can put a bullet into it's head. But, I also threatened her. She'd have a case against me if she had evidence. But, since she doesn't, let's kill her first. The sea lion gets it afterwards."

As the men hammer out the details, Billy is steadily walking to his destination. When he gets there, he hears barking and smiles softly as he knocks on the door.

He then hears a woman's voice as it sighs and says, "Hello Billy."

"Hello yourself. How's our friend doing?"

The woman opens the door and smiles as she takes in his greying yet fiery red hair."Oh, he's doing okay. He's certainly come a long way. Thank you for helping me find him."

"Eh, seemed like the right thing to do at the time. Uh, can I come in?"

"Sure Billy. Come on in. Norman'll be happy to see you. I know I am."

"Likewise, Mona." As Billy goes into Mona's cabin, he gives her a passionate kiss, with Mona wrapping her arms around him. "You look wonderful today."

"As do you, Billy. So, what's new in the fishing industry?"

"Not much. Had another light load of fish this week. Of course, Sam's blaming Norman for it just by being at the docks. The real problem is Sam's constant farting over and within the waves. Somehow, the fish are hearing it and swimming away so they won't get caught. Whenever he farts in the water, the fish try swimming away. But, his gas is so noxious, they wind up dying before they even get out of the area."

Mona giggles as she nudges Billy in the ribs and says, "Stop playing. His farting can't really be that bad."

"It's pretty bad, all right. Every time he lets one loose, on the trawler no less, it makes me want to jump overboard and swim to shore. I'm surprised, with all that methane, that the trawler hadn't blown up yet every time the engine's started."

Mona laughs as she kisses him again and softly says, "You are simply incorrigible, you know that?"

"I have my days. Whereas you, my dear, are simply lovely. I wonder how you'd look in your wetsuit in bed."

Mona blushes and grins as she replies, "Only one way to find out, Billy." With that, she takes Billy's arm, loops her arm into his and takes them both into her bedroom. Once inside, they close the door, ensuring Norman wouldn't interrupt them.

Outside the cabin, Sam snorts disgustedly and stomps away, muttering, "Loser lover." He had left the tavern after finishing his plans with Tommy and Jason, electing to follow Billy's trail. He was surprised to find out that Billy and Mona were seeing each other, not to mention a little disappointed in Billy.