Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue! 5

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Evasion and Recaptured

Two hours after leaving their cage, the Tracy couples are still searching for their diving gear. Problem is, their search is being hindered by the lackeys searching for them. So, as a result, they move out every five minutes and find another hiding place to hunker down in. This goes on for thirty more minutes until they finally hit a stroke of luck. Their dive gear.

All four couples carefully approach the equipment, as if there might be a trap. Upon arrival, they see the tanks had been completely emptied out, sinking their spirits. Monique then sees an air compressor, particularly one rigged for filling scuba tanks or draining them. Suddenly, she gets a brainstorm.

"With this, we can fill up the tanks, head back to that room, fill it with water and swim on out of here. Let's do it."

Connie ponders the idea before saying, "Sounds like a good plan, Monique. But compressors usually run with a lot of noise. No, sorry. But our best chance is to find an escape pod or pre-filled air tanks. If we're on a sub, it might need repairs on occasion or use rescue divers. So it'd make sense to have air tanks on hand for it."

"Actually, repair and rescue divers are largely unnecessary on this submarine as it is rarely ever damaged. Besides, we're not interested in saving lives. If anyone is drowning, we just let them. The reason why it's rarely ever damaged is because the sub's undetectable." They all turn around and see the Hood and Simone, both with smug grins on their faces.

"As to your air tanks, the compressor is only set up to drain them down completely. After all, if you're going to kidnap people that scuba dive, why not empty their only possible means of escape?"

Monique snarls and says, "You bastard! As Ron would say, you are SAW!"

"What does that mean, Mrs. Tracy?"

Scott grins and replies, "It means 'Sick And Wrong', dumb-shit. It takes a while to be fluent in 'Monique'."

"Scott! You're making me blush!" He looks at Monique and, sure enough, sees a massive blush on her face.

"You look so beautiful with your blush, Monique." He then looks over at Simone and adds, "You're sick and wrong as well, psycho bitch."

Before Simone can retort, the Hood steps in and says, "That's very intriguing. Now, how did you all get out of the cage?"

Before they can reply, Simone says, "I bet their knives have something to do with it." She then steps down the ladder, walks over to Zoey and adds, "I'm not even going to ask. I'll just take it."

With that, she removes the Kydex sheath from Zoey's side and slaps her backhandedly, yelling, "Your little friend, the red-headed girl, wants to cut off my toes with a pair of rusted gardening shears! She's the one who is, as your friend would say, sick and wrong!"

Removing the dagger, with a very firm grip, from the sheath, Simone gets a good look at the edge and whistles at the blue sheen. "I've seen a lot of knives in my day, but this one takes the taco. Since it's obviously able to cut through aircraft-quality steel alloys, what is it able to handle?"

Monique growls out her answer as she replies, "You wouldn't believe us if we told you, crazy-ass bitch."

"Try me."

Lonnie replies, "According to the guy that gave them to us, it's capable of cutting through the depleted uranium armor plating on an M1A1 Abrams Main Battle Tank." Next thing she knows, she gets a massive slap from the palm of Simone's left hand, given that she had slapped Zoey with her right.

"No blade in the world is capable of such a thing! I should know! I read knife catalogs all the time and nowhere is that capability mentioned in any of them! For that matter, this blade shouldn't even exist if it cut through the bars! It'd be too badly damaged! Did your geeky as hell scientist whip them up?"

Monique yells, "Oh hell no!You did not just dis 'Brains'! He may be eccentric, but the man knows his stuff. As to the 'knives' as you call them, he didn't make them. For that matter, that's not the correct name for them."

The Hood, now intrigued by the whole thing, asks, "What is the actual name for these fine blades?"

"Sorry, Baldy, but you'll have to figure it out for yourself." Next thing she knows, she sees his eyes go almost cat-like and asks, "What's with yo' eyes, you bald-headed fool?"

"Look beside yourself, at your beloved groom, Mrs. Tracy." When Monique turns to face Scott, he has the appearance of struggling to maintain control as his hand brings out his dagger from it's sheath. "Essentially, if you don't tell me, I'll have Scott drive the blade right into his chest." To make the point, the Hood has Scott point the dagger right toward his heart.

As he struggles to keep the blade away from his chest, Scott says, "Don't tell him, Monique! No matter what happens to me, don't tell him!" The blade soon reaches Scott's chest and a slight trickle of blood surfaces. "Don't worry about me, Monique! I'll always be with you!"

With tears falling from her eyes, Monique softly says, "Yes, honey, you will." Turning to the Hood, she replies, "The correct designation for them is Compact Anti-Armor Dagger. I don't know who made them. But I'm pretty sure the guy that gave them to us knows who did. Now let him go, you bald-headed, duck-fucking bastard!"

The Hood, nonplussed by the profanity from the young ebony beauty, nods in agreement, saying, "True love. The strongest weapon ever devised. You should feel very fortunate, Scott, to have someone like your wife willing to do anything. Even divulge information, just to keep you alive." At that, he releases Scott from his mental grip and blinks rapidly, feeling slightly drained.

"Scott, you okay, baby?" Monique goes to Scott's side and takes his hand.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Monique. But, why did you tell him? You could have gotten remarried."

"I don't want to become a widow so soon. If I'm to become a widow, it'll be when I'm old and grey. I'd prefer dying at your side when we're both old enough and surrounded by our grandchildren, though." She then caresses Scott's face as she adds, "I didn't want to lose you, honey. We're just now starting our lives together."

Scott smiles at this and asks, "Having second thoughts about kids, honey?"

"Not at the moment, but, then again, sometimes that small percentage of non-effectiveness does tend to work in favor of a pregnancy."

"Hmm, I like the sound of that."

A disgusted Simone turns away and says, "Oh please, spare me this romantic rubbish and discussion of children."

Zoey snickers and asks, "Aww, is poor Simone jealous? Sure must really suck to be you." Before Simone can hit Zoey again, the Hood reaches out with his mind and stops her cold.

"That will be quite enough, Ms. Prevera. All of you, remove your sheaths and hand them over. You will then be taken back to the room and locked in there to await your fate. If you find you have difficulty complying, my men will be quite happy to 'assist' you." To emphasize his point, his lackeys take positions around them, ready to 'assist' them in removing the sheaths.

Grumbling softly as they do so, the couples reluctantly remove the sheaths and hand them over to the lackeys. In turn, the lackeys hand them over to Transom so she can analyze them closely. Feeling defeated and dejected, the couples then walk both behind and in front of the lackeys.

When they reach the room, they hear the door clang shut and soon hear gas hissing before seeing sparks fly through the door's crack. Within five minutes, the weld on the door is complete.

With tears in their eyes, the Tracy brides turn toward their grooms and elect to have one last day of love together, just in case. The grooms return the sentiment and take their brides into different corners of the room. They softly undress each other and caress every curve and line of their other halves' bodies.

As the couples copulate, Transom analyzes the Compact Anti-Armor Daggers and can't help but whistle at their craftsmanship. Thirty minutes later, she's finished with her analysis.

"Whoever made these certainly knew what they were doing. Small ducts, fitting in the pattern of a chainsaw mechanism, sends out an energy that cuts through the metal. Very ingenious. The blades themselves must be made of highly advanced materials. Years ahead of anything else."

Simone then comes into the lab and asks, "What news do you have, Miss Transom?"

"Ms. Prevera, I'm usually not impressed. But, today, I am. I am very impressed. Whoever made these is an artist. They can cut through metal of virtually any kind."

"Any idea as to who made them?"

"No, ma'am. None at all. If I had to guess, I'd say it was a custom shop with access to unknown materials."

"Can they be used by us?"

"Oh, yes. The grips are certainly different from your standard knives. But, then again, these are not standard knives. In any case, they're not coded to a particular person's hand."

"Anything electronic inside?"

"Aside from the energy source, nothing shows up at all on the scans."

"Energy source?"

"Yes. Here, I'll show you." Transom then picks up the dagger she was examining and walks over to a work table, with Simone right behind her.

"Right here, I have a 3-inch thick plate of titanium shell from the submarine that we're on right now. Now, listen very carefully to what happens when I do this." Pressing the button on the handle, both women hear a small humming noise.

"I'd have to say that whatever this is, this is the quietest energy source on the planet. Now, watch this." Grinning like a buck-toothed loon now, Transom takes a very firm grip on the handle, presses the blade's tip through the titanium plate, pulls it back and Simone's jaw drops as she watches the plate get cut in half.

Now visibly beaming, Transom goes on. "Just think of the possibilities with this item here. Metal shop workers able to shave off rough edges of metal plates, plumbers able to cut through old metal pipes without carrying big bulky equipment all around with them. Need I mention criminal opportunities? With just one of these, you could get yourself into a bank and it's vault if you want to. But I need to do more tests, just to see what it can actually handle."

With that, Simone looks over at Transom, smiles and says, "That's very good, Miss Transom. Do you think we need the couples anymore since we have their equipment? I feel like drowning them outright."

Aghast at the question, Transom softly replies, "That's something you'll to ask Mr. Balagant about. You know how I feel about killing and the loss of human life."

"Yes. I do. Very well, I'll ask him about it. Keep up the good work." With that, Simone walks away from Transom, who is currently consumed with thoughts about life and where her lifestyle had led her.

For the red-headed, bespectacled, buck-toothed woman, life had certainly been very cruel. Merciless taunting by kids both younger and older than she was, regarding her teeth mostly. She suffered the usual taunts like 'Rabbit mouth', 'buck-toothed salamander' and 'treacherous carrot-top'. As she got older, her appearance hadn't changed for the better. So, she only concentrated on her studies and became more introverted.

During the course of her education, she met the Hood and shortly turned to a life of criminal activity. Yet whenever the thought of people being hurt presented itself, she wanted desperately to help them survive. But she knew that the Hood was brutal and merciless, which was why she suppressed that desire until that day in London. The day the Monorail had gone down into the Thames river.

Snapping back to present day, Transom sighs as she asks herself, "What do I do? If they die, I'm looking at a murder rap, possibly with a death penalty. If they live, I'm looking at kidnapping, possibly with life in Prison, or maybe death."

For the next hour, Transom just sits there until she feels a massive jolt come out of nowhere.

"All hands to battle stations. All hands to battle stations. We are under attack. I repeat, we are under attack."

Inside the room, the Tracy couples are all sound asleep after having finished their copulations. Well, except for Monique, who is currently stroking Scott's manhood gently as she reclines against his chest. She had enjoyed the sex with him, including this session. Even though it was while they were all under duress. Scott slowly opens his eyes and takes in the view of the young ebony beauty that has his heart.

"Wanna go again, Monique?" He then waggles his eyebrows, eliciting a soft chuckle from her. Before she can reply, the sub is rocked by a massive impact, jarring the other couples awake.

Back in her lab, Transom makes a command decision and grabs up the daggers. 'This time, I'm doing the right thing!' With that, she makes a beeline for the room that the couples are in. Intent on her purpose.