Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk, Thunderbirds or Full Metal Panic! Wish I did though.

Abductions and Ransom Demands

In the Bahamas, Monique, Lonnie, Connie and Zoey Tracy are scuba diving with their respective spouses and admiring the reef. All eight of them have their Compact Anti-Armor Daggers from one of their wedding guests. As she dives alongside Scott, Monique thinks about that day.

(Flashback)

As usual, Lonnie and Connie were skeptical about how sharp the daggers were. So, along the way to the airport, they stopped by a junkyard and tried out one of the daggers. Zoey, still in her wedding dress, chose an old pickup truck with an unrusted spot and, with a firm grip on the handle, pulled the blade out of the sheath. They all heard a slight humming sound, but figured it to be an airplane that's flying just outside their hearing range.

To say they were all stunned at the blue sheen on the blade was a serious understatement. Monique thought it was cool while Lonnie and Connie were, for once, speechless with awe. They were even more stunned when they saw Zoey's blade penetrate the metal skin on the pickup without difficulty. Connie, the brainy one, was at a loss as to how it was possible until she pondered the blue sheen.

"My theory is it's an advanced laser-cutting capability built into the blade. But, if that's the case, why isn't it in stores? It can help save countless lives. You don't suppose Sousuke knows who made them, do you?"

Monique shook her head and replied, "I've seen knives of all kinds. This is one-of-a-kind. Like an exclusive of sorts. This is the first I've heard of an Anti-Armor Dagger, let alone a compact one."

Lonnie then shrugged and remarked, "If what Sousuke said was true, then we could take out a cage with captives in it and save the captives. Although I seriously doubt we'd come across an Abrams tank." With that, Lonnie burst out into laughter, with Connie right behind her.

Connie then softly turned her laughter into a giggle and softly said, "It's too bad little Bon-Bon didn't get one of these. She could use it to cut her recyclables to pieces."

Monique snaps back to the present and looks over at Scott and his trunks. They had been diving for twenty minutes after two hours of post-rest lovemaking. She reaches her hand over to Scott and he sees it, taking it into his hand.

The couple swims along the reef until they see John and Zoey taking pictures of each other and the sea life around them. Next thing the two couples know, they feel a suctioning motion pulling them away from the resort. They try swimming away, but the force is just too much for them. Just before they lose consciousness, they all see a black submarine with an open porthole.

Connie and Gordon are slowly gliding along the reef adjacent to the resort when they hear a sudden rush of water around them. Next thing they know, they're being pulled away from the resort into another direction. As hard as they try, they cannot escape from the grip the suction has on them.

Lonnie and Virgil are rising to the surface carefully after having consulted their air supply monitors. They look at each other and Lonnie takes Virgil's hand, placing it onto her breast. Next thing they know, they feel a suctioning motion sucking them back down away from the resort. As their air runs out, they lose consciousness.

Two hours later, Monique wakes up inside a massive steel cage and sees all occupants of the cage with her stripped completely of their dive gear. Except for their bathing suits and Compact Anti-Armor Daggers. Monique looks over at Scott and smiles in relief that he's all right. She then checks the others and sees they're all right as well.

Lonnie and Virgil open their eyes and see the others are safe still. Lonnie then asks, "Any idea as to what the hell is going on here?"

Suddenly, they hear a familiar woman's voice. "Simple. You're all here as ransom demand leverage to fund the revolution to take back my country."

For once, Connie is stumped as she asks, "Why is the clerk here? And what does she mean by a revolution?"

The woman then steps out, revealing herself to have greying black hair and a very robust tan. "Simple, Connie Rockwaller-Tracy. Allow me to properly introduce myself first. I am Simone Prevera, the rightful ruler of the South American Nation of San Pablo."

"I don't really care what you supposedly are the ruler of, you crazy bitch! When we get out of here, I'm bustin' you right upside yo' melon!" With that, Monique begins drawing her dagger, only to be stopped by Scott's hand. When she looks over at him, he shakes his head. 'I get it. We'll use the CAAD's for when we finally bust out of here. Then I'll bust her right upside her melon!'

"Now, now, Monique Thompson-Tracy. There's no need for hostility on anyone's part. Let alone with your diving knives. Besides, that kind of blade cannot cut through aircraft-quality steel alloys. If anyone should have any hostility, it should be your respective families back in Middleton, Colorado."

"Why's that, Ms. Prevera?"

"Finally, a voice of reason. Your calmness serves you well, Zoey Martin-Tracy. In any case, I am merely helping a friend of mine gain some leverage over your families. What better way than grabbing you? Allow me to introduce my cohorts first. I'm sure you already know them. Transom, the housekeeper." Out steps a red-haired Caucasian woman with a very bad dental problem and glasses.

"Mullion, the bellhop." A massive black man steps out and eyes Monique, who then covers herself and ducks behind Scott.

"Last but not least, Trangh Balagant." Out comes a man that is very familiar to the Tracy brothers. Shiny bald head, red and black martial arts robe and an evil glare in his eyes.

"The Hood? Why the hell is he out of Prison?"

"Simple, John. I escaped with Ms. Prevera's help."

Monique then scoffs and retorts, "Let me get this straight. You worked with Josh 'Monkey Boy' Mankey to kidnap us to begin with, get yo' ass busted by Street Hawk and still manage to finagle yo' way out of the 'slam'? That's messed up!"

Simone gasps and asks, "Did you just say Street Hawk?"

"That I did. Why? You got a problem with that?"

Quietly, Simone whispers, "It can't be. He's dead. It's simply not possible to raise somebody from the dead!" She then glares over at the Hood and yells, "I thought you were busted about a year ago! Street Hawk's been dead for the last twenty years, you bald moron!"

Nonplussed, the Hood calmly replies, "I was. There's a new Street Hawk, working in Colorado."

Simone starts breathing heavily until she starts chuckling and laughing out loud. "Perfect! Since the original Street Hawk was an Los Angeles cop, the odds are good the current one is a Colorado cop as well. Cops never leave their Jurisdictions. Even those that are vigilantes. We are safe from him, Mr. Balagant! Come! We must communicate our demands to Mr. Tracy and tell him not to go to the cops."

Before the villains can walk away, Zoey asks, "Where the hell are we anyway?"

Feeling immense pleasure to answer the question, the Hood replies, "Simple, Mrs. Tracy. You're all on my submarine. The same one that launched a missile at Thunderbird 5. John, you, your Father and brothers should have died up there in space. But your brat brother, Alan, and his friends denied me that. This time, you will drown and die. How does that sound?"

Connie then asks, "How about we put two bullets into the back of your fuckin' head, Baldy? How does that sound?" Suddenly, she gasps and covers her mouth, asking herself, "What am I saying? We save lives, not end them!"

Gordon takes her into his arms, saying, "It's okay, Connie. I understand. I kinda feel the same way." But the Hood and Simone are not in the room anymore, although the Hood did hear Connie's question and visibly cringes at the ferocity of it.

They then go to the sub's communication room and start transmitting a message to Jeff Tracy.

On Tracy Island, Sandy McCoy, clad in a blue bikini, is swimming with Tintin Balagant and Joss Possible, both wearing blue bikinis as well. Fermat Hackenbacker and Alan Tracy are deviously plotting along with Ray 'Brains' Hackenbacker about what to do to their female cohorts.

As Sandy swims in the water, she thinks about her past few months on the island and admits to herself that she has been having a very good time. Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward had advised her about the latest fashions that could be afforded on a Police salary. While Parker, on the other hand, taught her some Judo and Tae Kwon Do to use on the streets for her own protection.

Now giggling, she ducks down underwater and knocks on the pool's floor. When she surfaces, she giggles again after looking at the guys up to plotting some kind of mischief. Suddenly, Jeff comes outside and looks frantically around.

"Ray! We've got a problem!" 'Brains' looks up and sees his friend is very distraught. Before he can ask, Jeff goes on. "The boys and their wives were abducted!"

"Jeff, what do you mean? Who did it?"

"The Hood. He's working with someone I've never seen before." With that, all thoughts of fun disappear as the group goes into the family room and Jeff turns the screen around. "Go ahead. Tell them what you told me. But, if you harm my boys or their wives, there will be no place you can hide at."

They all hear a woman's voice as it replies, "Mr. Tracy, you are in no position to make threats. I am. Do not forget that. Understood?"

Fuming and still dripping wet, Sandy asks, "What's your deal, lady? Huh? They never did anything to you."

"Who are you?"

"My name's Sandy McCoy, bitch. I'm with the LAPD's Public Relations office. Who the fuck are you?"

"Why do I come across people that happen to be cops or at least connected to them in one way or another? Oh well. No matter. The current Street Hawk cannot leave his Jurisdiction. Much like the late prick that had that role. It's really too bad I didn't get to kill him. Had he survived that missile, I would have enjoyed torturing him to death upon my release from Prison."

Sandy puts it together and then snarls, "You're Simone Prevera, the stinking rotten puta that dared to disrespect Jesse Mach's memory. You even had the nerve to praise his killers! You've certainly got brass ones to pull this stunt!"

"Who are you calling a whore, you American nobody? If anyone's the whore, it's you!" The two then begin a verbal war that threatens to get out of hand until Tintin screams into the microphone in front of Sandy's face.

"Enough with the verbal war! Just tell us what you want so we can kick your butts from here to Mars! Just so you know, I'm not kidding!"

The Hood then comes up onto the monitor and says, "Ah, my lovely niece Tintin. How's Alan treating you?"

"Get this straight, meatball. You are not my uncle. Not any more. Blood, yes. Spirit, hell no."

Even Joss gets in on it. "If anything happens to Monique or the others, I'm gonna string y'all up like the varmints y'all are. Better yet, I'm gonna brand you, Baldy. Let's just say you won't be unconscious to avoid feeling the pain. Instead, you'll be conscious and strapped to a table the whole time you're being branded. I think I'll put the brand right onto your shiny head while I give Ms. Prevera over there a Texan Pedicure. With a pair of rusted gardening shears."

Simone sweetly smiles on the monitor and says, "I don't see how a beneficial thing like a pedicure would be a punishment, child. The shears, I'm not too sure about. Those would be definitely a punishment."

Joss gives Simone a sadistic smile as she retorts, "Lady, I never said anything about it being beneficial. After all, how can having your toes cut off by rusted gardening shears be beneficial? That's what is known as a Texan Pedicure." With that, Simone's smile fades, replacing it with a fierce glare.

"You will not touch my toes, you barbaric girl."

"Wanna bet, you ugly old bat?" Joss smirks upon seeing Simone's mouth open in a gasp.

"You need to learn better manners and respect your elders."

"Lady, yer not one of my elders! Even more, I have no respect for criminals at all!"

"Enough!" Everyone turns to look at Jeff as he goes on. "Just what do you want from us, Hood?"

The Hood, seeing a chance for Diplomacy, takes it. "Simple, Jeff. I want the Thunderbirds to pull off a string of robberies around the world. Do not involve anyone else as this is between us. This means no Police. You have seventy-two hours to fulfill our demands, with the first target to be hit within twenty-four hours. I am now sending you a list of targets. When you have completed the list, I shall return the couples to you. If you disobey me, they shall perish."

At that, the communication ends and Jeff sinks backward into his chair. Sandy starts reaching to comfort him, but 'Brains' stops her, shaking his head. Without any further word, the others leave a very worried and angry Jeff Tracy alone at the table.

Before they leave, Sandy turns back and says, "We'll get them out of this, Jeff. You don't have to give in to their demands."

"What do you propose, Sandy? The Hood is not one to bluff at all."

"I'm starting to gather that. But, I think we both know something they don't."

"What's that?"

"Someone is more appropriate, actually. Along with a team in particular. Norman Tuttle and Team Hawk."

His face going slightly red, he says, "I don't really know what you're talking about. I mean, Norman's a friend of mine and all."

"Oh please. Don't tell me you don't know about him and Team Hawk being connected."

He gives up the fight and slumps his head forward. "How..?"

"Did I figure it out? Simple. You being friends with Norman is a given. Also, you already knew who the team members were long before I did. I also knew the late Officer that had the role of Street Hawk. Besides, I overheard Scott and Monique talking about Team Hawk at Felix Renton's birthday race. They already knew about Kim and Ron."

Jeff can only chuckle as he says, "You're good, Sandy. Real good. I guess it couldn't hurt to work with Team Hawk."

"Jeff, just one thing. Who are the Thunderbirds? For that matter, do you know how to get in touch with them? I'm sure they'd much prefer helping instead of robbing the Hood's targets."

In reply, Jeff activates the sequence for 'Command and Control'. As the room changes configuration, Sandy looks around and smiles as she watches the wall portrait turn into a wall with doors, which, to her, was very impressive.

"Another group dedicated to people's safety. This looks almost like the bridge on the starship 'Enterprise'. What's next? A secret mercenary force dedicated to the same thing?"

"Well, stranger things have happened." With that, Jeff makes the contact to Middleton, Colorado. "Is Norman Tuttle in? It's very important."

They both hear a young man's voice reply, "No sir. He's been off for the past two weeks. But I can get a message to him."

"Very good. Please tell him my sons and their brides have been taken captive and I need his help."

"You got it. Who's calling?"

"This is Jeff Tracy. I'm an old friend of Norman's."

"Roger. I've got your communications signature and I'm relaying your message to Norman. Be expecting a call from him in thirty minutes."

"Thanks, Wade."

In Middleton Colorado, Wade Load is undergoing the protocols to make contact with Team Hawk. Since he hardly ever leaves his room, he didn't go with them, though he now wishes he did. He enters the final coding and begins his message.

"Merida Island, this is Wade Load for Team Hawk. We've got problems."

"Mr. Load, this is Captain Teletha Testarossa. Please describe the situation."

"An abduction's happened, Captain Testarossa. I need to get in touch with Norman Tuttle, ASAP."

"Understood. Right now, two Arm Slaves are having a competition. I'll have Sgt. Weber relay the message that there's a communication for the team. I'll instruct him to notify Mr. Tuttle first."

"Who are the competitors, Captain Testarossa?"

"Sgt. Major Melissa Mao and Bonnie Rockwaller."

"Oh boy. I hope they enjoy the work I did on the programming for the Artificial Intelligence units. I found the specs for the units themselves to be quite impressive."

"I'm very impressed with the work, Mr. Load. Personally, however, I think you spend too much time in your room and need to get out more."

"Yeah, I know. Kim told me the same thing while she was under the influence of the Truth Ray."

"Oh, this I gotta hear. Sounds like it'll be a good story."

"It is. And then some." At that, Wade tells the petite Captain all about the encounter Ron and Kim had with the Truth Ray. With her laughing richly.