Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue! 3

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Communication and Past Enemies

"Undoubtedly, she wants to regain control of her nation. Again. So she broke out the Hood and helped him kidnap the others. How's Bonnie handling it?"

Still trembling slightly, Bonnie replies, "I'm okay, Sandy. But, Simone Prevera? Her ass is mine to kick. I'll let Ron kick the Hood's ass, though. If anyone deserves an ass-kicking more than her, it's that loser."

Sandy smiles at the thought of Bonnie and Ron kicking their asses before replying, "I'm sorry, Bonnie, but I'm afraid Joss had already made dibs on her and the Hood."

Ron comes up and asks, "What kind, Sandy?"

"Joss wants to give Ms. Prevera a Texan Pedicure with rusted gardening shears. In her book, it means cutting off a person's toes." That causes everyone to gulp slightly as Sandy goes on. "As for the Hood, Joss wants to brand him, right onto his bald head. Conscious and strapped to a table."

On Merida Island, Bonnie smiles her barracuda smile and says, "Now that I've got to see. A loser bitch and a loser cross-dresser, in pain. I'd pay to see that." Looking around, she sees the others' faces and adds, "Ron told me about it when he went up against the Hood with the Thunderbirds."

Sousuke and Kaname both look at Ron, who can't help but shrug, saying, "He kidnapped Bonnie's sisters on her wedding day. The Thunderbirds just happened to be at the scene when the rescue took place."

Back on Tracy Island, Jeff then grins and asks, "Where are you at anyways, Norman?"

Next thing they know, they hear another voice. "Mr. Tracy, this is Lieutenant Sousuke Sagara. Right now, Mr. Tuttle is at a classified location that you are about to be informed about."

"Lieutenant?"

"Affirmative. I am Sousuke Sagara, Lieutenant of Mithril. Our current location is the Pacific Island Fleet Base for Mithril, Merida Island. Do you have any idea as to where the Hood is keeping the couples?"

"No, Lieutenant. No clue whatsoever."

Back on Merida Island, Sousuke nods and says, "I see. Wait one, please." He then hits the mute button and adds, "I'm about to violate a general order by saying this, but there's a way we can track the couples."

Feeling hopeful, Bonnie asks, "What is it?"

"If they still have their Compact Anti-Armor Daggers, we can track them. Embedded into the handles are small tracking chips. They're a derivative, very much like the one in Mr. Stoppable's neck. They are completely undetectable. Courtesy of Mr. Load's work. It's not a problem. However, it's a long shot."

Feeling somewhat encouraged, Bonnie smiles and says, "Even a long shot is better than no shot at all. If anything, I learned that much from all the times Kim and Ron went on missions in the past."

Nodding, Sousuke brings the communication back up and says, "There's a way we can track them, Mr. Tracy. Do you wish us to rescue them?"

"We do, Lieutenant. But, we were kinda hoping to get Norman's help on this."

"You got it, Jeff. Mithril and Team Hawk worked together once."

"Thanks Norman."

Sousuke nods and asks, "What are the demands, Mr. Tracy?"

"The Hood wants the Thunderbirds to go on a massive crime spree and take the heat for it. In exchange, the boys and their wives will be returned home. But, if not.."

"Say no more, Mr. Tracy. We're starting the tracking on our end." At that, the technician on duty nods and inputs the code to activate the chips.

Within seconds, they get their position. "They're about five-thousand feet underwater, moving at twenty-five knots, Lieutenant."

"Course and direction?"

"West by southwest, bearing of one-nine-zero, sir."

"Sounds like they're heading toward the Perio Islands region. At that depth, however, they've got to be inside a submarine then. Can you get any kind of profile on it at all?"

"Negative, sir. It's technology seems to be somewhat similar to the Tuatha de Danaan's. And I mean somewhat. The stealth profile registry on there is at least two generations away from ours, sir. Just about old tech. But still functional."

"Understood. From here on out, we'll use the tracking chips as our contact with the sub."

Back on Tracy Island, a very perplexed Sandy then asks, "Just what is Mithril and why is there a sub similar to the Tuatha de Danaan? What is the Tuatha de Danaan anyway?"

"I don't have time to give you all the details, Ms. McCoy, but I can tell you this much. We are alike in some ways. You concentrate on saving people from harm. We do the same thing. Only we use lethal tactics when needed whereas you do not."

Aghast at the bluntness of the remark, Jeff asks, "You mean you end lives of people that are very bad?"

"Affirmative, Mr. Tracy. There is only one language that terrorists truly understand. Sheer, brutal violence."

Sandy then gulps and asks, "You mean you're classifying the Hood as a terrorist?"

"Affirmative. His behavior pattern is very similar to a terrorist's. Ms. Prevera's behavior is similar to one as well. It's not a problem, Ms. McCoy."

Out of curiosity, Sandy shakily asks, "How many terrorists have you killed, Sousuke? I mean, you're only a teenager. Aren't you?"

"Affirmative. I am a teenager. Quite a few, Ms. McCoy. I've lost count over the years. But that's not the important thing. What is important, however, is getting the Tracy couples out of danger."

Sandy nods at this and asks, "How do you want to proceed?"

"I'll leave the planning to my Commanding Officer, Lieutenant Commander Kalinin with the SRT. I'm just a Soldier and a Specialist. Unfortunately, however, we won't have time to go to Middleton in order to pick up Team Hawk's vehicles, so they'll have to use Arm Slaves."

Sandy recalls what was said earlier and asks, "You've worked with them before? Wait a minute! At Altobelli's hearing, there was a mention of Mithril and your name on the recording from Street Hawk's helmet." She then sheepishly grins, adding, "I should have recognized it from the start at the wedding reception for the brothers Tracy. I don't know what's wrong with me."

Back on Merida Island, Sousuke nods and replies, "There will come times when you simply blank things out from your mind. Often because it's too bizarre to believe or even conceive."

Ron shakes his head and retorts, "That doesn't work with me. Need I tell you about Camp Wannaweep? I still have nightmares because of that place." Sousuke blinks incredulously at Ron and looks over at Kim and Bonnie for verification. To his surprise, they nod in agreement.

Sandy replies, "No, Ron. You don't have to tell me about that. I'll take your word for it. Although, I'd might like to hear about it sometime."

"Trust me on this, Sandy. You really don't want to know. That place is evil. In fact, I can't help but wonder if Gauron vacationed there at one time. He may not have been mutated, but his evil insanity definitely increased. Heck, for all we know, he could have been Gill's Father. Now that guy was a freak of the sick and wrong category."

On Tracy Island, Sandy nods in agreement as she ponders Ron's statement. All the things she had seen as a reporter and PR Rep would have been enough to film at least three dozen horror movies. She then cringes as she thinks about it. Needless to say, Sandy McCoy is not a big fan of horror movies.

(Flashback)

Having to make the announcement about Jesse Mach's death was the worst of it all. As a result, she only concentrated on events the Police Department would often have or even sponsor. Like guided public tours or tournaments for golfers. Problem was, they were the same things that Jesse had been assigned to when he was first posted with Public Relations. It certainly didn't help matters any that the former Police Commissioner was an associate of Anthony Corrido, the man responsible for Jesse being injured.

There were even times, after his death, that she had considered doing something insane to beat the tedium. Like buying and riding a dirt bike, for the purpose of racing it and then transferring to the Motorcycle Patrol Squad. But no matter what she'd try, they'd always lead right back to Jesse Mach and his legacy.

When she got the call that Norman had finished the new prototype and would leave L.A. the next day, she figured she could at least talk to Norman for a bit. Perhaps even get some closure that way. But since she didn't know him very well, she kept it as short as possible. After Norman had left the city, she then began the search for the old Command Center, with Altobelli's authorization. It wasn't until after Norman had called them, asking about Jesse's killers, that she found it with a pair of Officers.

"Okay, guys, as of right now, this is a historic landmark. I'm sure Commander Altobelli would agree with me on this." Sure enough, he did support her and suggested she make it less appealing to vandals. So, she did what she could.

Sandy snaps back to the present, smiles and says, "We'll be waiting to hear from you as to when you head out, guys. 'Cave canem'. It's Latin for 'be careful', especially with all the risks you guys take."

"Roger that, Sandy. We'll 'Cave canem' and carve those turkeys as well. It's a good time for turkeys, you know."

Sandy can't help but giggle in agreement as she replies, "Yes, it certainly is, Ron. Talk to you later. Tracy Island out." At that, the signal ends.

Meanwhile, on the Hood's sub, the Tracy couples are steadily working on their escape plan. Since they're all in the same cage, they'll each take turns in cutting the bars on the cage, as the ceiling is too high for them to reach.

Of course, Zoey is skeptical, even though she had thrust the blade into the fender in the junkyard and saw that it had penetrated. She just wasn't sure about the bars. Zoey then pulls out her dagger, without taking a firm grip. To their shock, the bluer sheen isn't showing. That's until Monique gets a closer look and sees something you wouldn't see on a conventional blade.

"See these small ducts? They're probably the source of the blue sheen. They go all the way around the blade, like a chainsaw. There's also a little red button. I wonder what it does." Without thinking twice, Monique presses the button and hears a quiet humming sound, coming from the blade. She then looks at the blade and sees the blue sheen shining.

Looking over at Connie with a wry grin, Monique says, "Looks like your theory's been confirmed, Connie."

"It's beautiful, Monique."

"That it is, girl."

Scott smiles as he says, "I hope this sheen can cut through this material, Monique."

"I hope so too, Scott. But, if Sousuke said that it can cut through depleted uranium armor plating, then I gotta at least have some faith."

At that, Monique takes a firm grip, puts the blade to one of the bars and is immediately greeted by hot molten slag, melting from the bar. Pulling the blade away, she sees that the bar is cut completely through.

Monique admires her handiwork and says, "Like a hot knife through butter. As Kim would say, this is spankin'."

"What is spankin', Mrs. Tracy?" Simone's voice comes up as the woman walks into the room, an evil smile on her face. "I told you that your blades would do you no good. So, what's spankin'?" She then walks up to the cage and sees something amiss. "Why is the bar cut completely through?"

Monique shrugs as she puts Zoey's dagger back into the sheath and replies, "Maybe the bars aren't as strong as you thought, bitch. You really should do something about your cage builders. I don't think they know what they're doing."

"I'll be the judge of that." She then draws her own knife and presses it into a solid bar, only to encounter solid stiffness. Puzzled, she remarks, "No, it's solid. Which means your blades have a hidden trick." With a snarl, she then adds, "Hand them over. Now."

Monique smirks as she replies, "No, I don't think so, you crazy-ass ho. You see, they're our wedding presents from a guy we met fairly recently. Although, if you step close enough, we'll tell you what we know about them."

"And risk getting stabbed by you? I don't think so. You all have one hour to change your minds. If I come back and you still have them, you will all drown." To prove her point, Simone goes to a panel and presses a button.

At that, water starts gushing in and then stops, just as suddenly. "Now all of you know I mean business." She then leaves the room, still confused by what she had seen. As she walks out, she mutters, "It's simply not possible at all. That's one of the hardest alloys on the planet."

Watching Simone walk away, Scott nods as he says, "You heard what she said. We've got an hour, so let's put it to good use. Now that we know these daggers can cut through, let's start cutting these bars. Five of them should be enough for us to get out."

At that, they all reply, "FAB", draw their blades and start cutting.

Meanwhile, Simone is reaching the sub's bridge when she sees the Hood, seemingly lounging in his easy chair. "Mr. Balagant, what are you doing?"

"Simple, Ms. Prevera. When my diamond mine collapsed around me, I had sustained physical damage to my body. So, I must be reclining almost constantly. So, on that note, what's your story, Ms. Prevera?"

"My late husband was the President of San Pablo until the coup that threw him out of power. The traitorous soldiers then shot him dead while I was able to escape. I was able to make contact with a soldier of fortune and hired him to do a job for me. Needless to say, he was a savage and very greedy. I had plotted to kill him, but he managed to trap me inside the ship. That was when the original Street Hawk stopped him. After my conviction, I appealed with the best Lawyers money can buy and they found the best Judge that money can buy. By the time my appeal was heard, Jesse Mach was dead. But, now that we know there's a new Street Hawk, we can torture him when, or if, we find him."

"I'm not too keen on torture, but I can make an exception in this case. I owe him a lot of pain for what he and his cohorts did. The woman known formerly as Shego, Robocop, the massive man, that treasonous robot BeeBee, and Street Hawk. All of them deserve to suffer for my defeat. Starting with the couples that are our 'guests'. Thinking of, how are they doing?"

"They're up to something. One of them was using her knife to some degree of success when I stopped her."

"Some degree of success?"

"Yeah. One of the bars on the cage was cut completely through."

"Cut completely through? That's not possible. No knife in existence is able to do such a thing."

"I agree. I also think we should just go ahead and drown them. If they're able to escape, it'll ruin all our plans."

"Did you give them an ultimatum?"

"Yeah. I told them they have an hour to give up the knives."

"Very well. Let's see what happens. Yet, something tells me they won't get far, just using their muscles."

Little do either of them realize that the four Tracy couples had completed their work in two minutes and are now running loose on the sub, looking for their diving gear. Luckily, they all manage to avoid the roving patrols on the sub, consisting of Mullion and Transom, along with the Hood's other lackeys.

Speaking of which, Transom is walking along the sub's corridor when she happens to glance inside the room and notices the cage which is supposed to be holding the couples. She then sees it's empty and makes for the alarm button, stumbling as she does so.

Ten seconds later, an alarm sounds. Their escape had been noted and the lackeys are now searching for the fugitive couples.