Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue! 6

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New Bonding and Attack

On the Tuatha de Danaan, an hour and a half after returning from the Briefing Room, Jessica is sitting on her bunk as she looks at the picture of her Father and sadly smiles.

"If this thing goes south, I'll be seeing you very soon, Daddy. Please, watch over us and make sure we make it back with the others. I'm sorry if I sound so cold, but I don't want to see you until I'm very old and have several grandchildren. That's right, I'm thinking about family. Just gotta find the right guy. Who knows? He just might be a Mithril man." Suddenly, there's a knock at her door. "Yes?"

"Miss Mach, it's Lieutenant Argyle. May I come in?"

"Yes, you may, Lt." As the door opens, she looks at the flat-topped visage of the brown-haired Lieutenant and smiles at how free he was to be able to have such a hairstyle. "How can I help you, Lieutenant?"

"Please, call me Stuart. Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to have a coffee in the Galley with me before the mission starts."

Smiling softly, Jessica replies, "Sure, I'd like that. I'm Jessica, Stuart."

"Nice to meet you, Jessica. Well, shall we?" Jessica nods as she follows Stuart Argyle out of her quarters and closes the door.

'Are you playing matchmaker, Father?' With that thought, she follows Stuart to the Galley.

Upon arrival into the Galley, they both get a steaming cup of coffee and have a seat. Stuart tells Jessica about what he had done before joining Mithril and Jessica shares her story from before she met and joined with Team Hawk. When she gets done, she shows Stuart the picture of her late Father.

Stuart smiles softly as he looks at the picture. "So that was Jesse Mach, huh? I wish I could have met him."

"You and me both. I didn't even know about him until several months ago. The news in China were highly restricted to what the Communist party told us. Anything regarding the United States was mostly propaganda about how superior Communism was to Capitalism. When I found out who he was, I wanted very much to meet him. But, I didn't learn until after I arrived in the States that he had died twenty years before-hand."

"Yeah, I heard something about that. The same group that you and the rest of the SRT went up against killed him, didn't they?"

"Or rather a total turkey butt that was associated with them did. Apparently, he didn't like the idea of my Dad busting him and his goons. So, he had them blow up my Father and the motorcycle he was on with a radar-guided missile. Here's the kicker. He was the former Police Commissioner."

Stuart can't help but wince as he says, "Ouch. Bet the men and women in blue didn't like that very much."

"Yeah, I'd imagine not. My Father was a motorcycle cop that had been relegated to Public Relations after an injury that ended his Motorcycle Patrol. Soon afterward, he became the original Street Hawk. With the same kind of prosthesis that Ron has acting as his knee." Stuart nods in agreement as Jessica finishes off her coffee. "Thanks for the coffee. Now I feel a little bit wired up."

At that, the speaker buzzes. "All hands, we are nearing the area of operation. Repeat, we are nearing the area of operation."

Stuart sighs and says, "Back to the grind I guess, Miss Mach."

"I reckon so, Lieutenant Argyle. I'll see you later about some more coffee when we get back."

"Looking forward to it." Jessica smirks at him before leaning forward and kissing him on his cheek.

"Wish me luck, Stuart."

"Good luck, Jessica." As he watches Jessica leave the galley, he quietly adds, "I have a feeling you and the others will need it."

As Jessica makes her way to the hangar, she sees the crew members rushing about, trying to get everything ready. Be it torpedoes in the torpedo room to crew quarters being secured. When she almost gets to the hangar, she sees Sousuke, Kurz and Melissa in their AS suits heading her way.

"Hey, guys. Where are the others at?"

Sousuke replies, "They're getting into their AS suits right now. You'll find yours in the closet in your quarters. So hurry up and get ready, Miss Mach."

"Roger, Lieutenant." As Jessica heads for her quarters, the alert blares.

"We have sonar contact. Tracking frequency verifies the targets. All hands prepare for battle conditions. Repeat, all hands prepare for battle conditions."

With that, Sousuke goes into the hangar and takes time to answer and ask questions from their visitors. The first one was Alan's about Kaname. "Kaname's doing fine, Mr. Tracy." He then looks over the others and sees a young girl that looks like Kim. "I'm guessing you're related to Kim Possible-Stoppable."

"You guess correct, pardner. Howdy, I'm Joss Possible and this is Fermat Hackenbacker."

"Pleased to meet you, Joss and Fermat. I'm Sousuke Sagara, Lieutenant of Mithril. Uh, what's in that bag there?"

"My branding iron and a pair of rusted gardening shears. They're for the Hood's branding and Ms. Prevera's Texan Pedicure."

Sousuke softly nods as he thinks, 'She'd make a terrific asset to Mithril. Once she gets that temper of hers under control. She's meaner than an American rattlesnake.' He then asks, "Who would this young lady be, Mr. Tracy?"

Alan grins and replies, "This is Tintin Balagant, Lieutenant Sagara."

"It's nice to meet the real you, Lieutenant."

"Likewise, Miss Balagant."

"Holy smokes, is that Street Hawk?" Everyone turns toward Joss as she points toward Street Hawk and the others stepping into the hangar wearing their AS suits with face-concealing masks, their identification plates visible. Joss' jaw drops open as she sees Street Hawk walking toward her and feels his hand gently lifting her jaw up.

"If you keep your jaw that far down, one of two things can happen. One, you will catch and eat flies. Two, somebody will step on your jaw and it'll hurt very badly." Joss quietly nods with the muffled, yet familiar sounding voice. He then looks over at Sandy and says, "Good to see you again, Sandy. Just wish it was under better circumstances."

Knowing that Joss wouldn't believe it's her cousin-in-law, Sandy replies, "Likewise, Street. How's Sand Hawk doing?"

"Oh, she's doing fine."

"That's good." At that, the PA blares with the same alert. With a bonus.

"All hands, we are now at battle conditions. Repeat, all hands, we are now at battle conditions. Attack begins in twelve minutes."

Sousuke nods and says, "You heard what DANA said. Let's get ready. Lieutenant Commander, sir, if you'll please brief our guests as to what they'll be doing."

"Of course, Lieutenant. Mr. Tracy, Miss Balagant, Mr. Hackenbacker, Miss Possible and Ms. McCoy, I'm Lieutenant Commander Kalinin. I'm in charge of the SRT on the TDD-1. If you'll accompany me to the Briefing Room, we can proceed with the SRT's departure. For sake of expediency, I'll refer to our Mithril rescue squad members by their call signs. Any questions along the way?"

As they walk along, Joss replies, "I got a question for ya, Lieutenant Commander. What in tarnation is the SRT?"

The gruff Russian chuckles as he replies, "Special Response Team, Miss Possible. Essentially, it's a Military version of a S.W.A.T. Team. Now, let's go so the group can get into their assigned Arm Slaves." With that, he leads them to the Briefing Room. Upon arrival, he begins the briefing.

"For this mission, we're deploying the troops underwater. We once had a mission here some time ago at the Perio Islands region. Little did we realize it was part of a very sinister and cunning plan, courtesy of a late enemy of ours. He was a man that guaranteed his continued existence through very careful planning. I have no doubt that Ms. McCoy knows who I'm talking about."

Sandy snaps her fingers and says, "Gauron."

"Correct, Ms. McCoy. Now, here's your end of the plan. The Tuatha de Danaan will fire two torpedoes at the Hood's submarine. They're targeted for and expect to hit the dive planes, forcing it to the surface. Once the sub has surfaced, the Arm Slaves will take the sub in three sections. Street Hawk and Urzu-7 will take the Forward Sonar. War Bird, Hard Hawk and Urzu-2 will take the area below the Conning Tower. While Ninja and Urzu-6 both disable the engine in tandem, propeller and all. Once they've taken control of it, Urzu-7 and Street Hawk will then board the submarine and seek out the couples. Any questions so far?"

Joss raises her hand and asks, "How are they coming out, sir? There's bound to be some resistance at one time or another."

"We expect there will be some and have planned for this contingency, which is where you five come in. If they are to encounter resistance, you're to use your submersible and exfiltrate the captives from the enemy's sub. We expect them to be somewhere above or below the waterline. So use the best judgment possible. Consider it a backup plan of sorts. Right now, our technicians are fitting a monomolecular cutter into your submersible's frame. It'll work in conjunction with Thunderbird 4's magnetic claws. At least that's the general consensus. Captain Testarossa is highly confident it'll work."

"Oh, Tessa's Father's here? I'd like to meet him." At that, Kalinin busts out laughing at Joss' question. "What's so funny, sir?"

Still laughing lightly, Kalinin replies, "Perhaps it'll be better if I let the Captain explain it. Madam Captain, you have the floor. I'll go supervise the loading of the Arm Slaves into the AS hatches."

"Thank you, Mr. Kalinin. Hello, I'm sure you're surprised to see me again under such circumstances, but it's something that can't be helped." With that, they all turn around at the sound of the petite young woman's voice.

Tintin softly smiles as she replies, "Mildly stunned is more likely the case, Tessa. Are you really the Captain here?"

Tessa nods, smiles and replies, "Indeed I am. I also designed this baby."

Sandy shakes her head and says, "It can't be possible. You can't be any older than seventeen at least. Kalinin as a Captain, that I'd believe. Maybe even your Father if he's even around. But you? Sorry, but I don't buy it one bit." To her surprise, Tessa softly laughs and it soon turns into a gut-buster.

As the laughter goes on, Tessa tries to calm down and finally manages to do so. "In a conventional world with conventional wisdom, that would be the most ideal case. Problem is, the world is not conventional and there's no such thing as conventional wisdom. It's true, although I am eighteen years old now. I just had my birthday shortly after the TDD-1's birthday."

Alan, now intrigued, asks, "How'd it happen, ma'am?"

"Please, just call me Tessa. As to how it happened, I'll put it to you like this. Not even all the minds at MENSA can come up with technology this sophisticated and complex. Truth of the matter is, I don't really understand it very much myself. It just comes out. Very much like cases of people that share my abilities. Please, no questions. The less you know, the better off you'll be."

"Just a cotton-pickin' minute there, Tessa! You're not makin' any sense whatsoever! How can teenage girls, let alone regular people, learn about such technology and have ideas for them?"

"I really wish I can explain it to you, but I can't. Like I said, I don't understand it very well myself. I'm sorry." Hearing the chime, Tessa sadly sighs and adds, "I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short. Right now, I've got to get back to the Bridge. You guys might want to head back to your submersible. I think the team's about to deploy right now."

Alan nods and replies, "FAB." At that, the group leaves the Briefing Room and a smiling Tessa behind. Upon leaving the Briefing Room, the group makes it's way through the sub's bowels until they reach the airlock. One by one, they then get back into Thunderbird 4 and wait for launch.

Ten minutes later, Tessa and Norman are on the Bridge waiting for the time to strike. With Rufus on the petite Captain's shoulder, she then nods and says, "Please start flooding AS hatches one through seven, along with the airlock that Thunderbird 4 is in." Turning to Norman, she remarks, "Your team has certainly come a long way in the past two weeks, Mr. Tuttle."

"Indeed, Captain Testarossa. They certainly have."

In the background, Mardukas nods and repeats the order. In the airlock, Alan and Fermat look around at the water flooding into the chamber while Tintin and Joss both wonder what it'll be like to scuba dive with their guys. Sandy, on the other hand, is too stunned to even ponder. Inside the AS hatches, two tan Arm Slaves, one white and black Arm Slave and four black Arm Slaves are slowly being surrounded by water.

Inside Arbalest, Sousuke decides to make a call to Kaname, just as Ron elects it's time to do the same. So using the relay and patching systems unique to Mithril, they communicate with their beloveds. Within three minutes, both communications are complete, yet, for the two men, three minutes is simply not long enough.

Inside her AS, Bonnie removes an arm from a control waldo and brings out her locket, opening it when it's in front of her eyes. Inside it is a picture of Lonnie and Connie holding their baby sister, long before their 'Father' abandoned them. They both have proud smiles on their faces while Bonnie's eyes were closed.

"For you guys. Hopefully you won't find out it's me. It'd be too damn weird to explain it all." She then closes the locket and kisses it as she puts it back under the suit.

"War Bird, this is Urzu-2. Do you copy?"

Toggling the switch, she replies, "I copy, Urzu-2. Go ahead."

"Are you okay? I noticed in the Briefing Room you looked kinda distracted. Almost like you were worried about something. Street Hawk, Ninja, Hard Hawk and Base are all worried about you. I'm sure Sand Hawk is as well and she isn't even here right now."

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just hoping I can help my sisters get out of this whole fucking mess."

"I'll give you the same advice I essentially gave to Urzu-7 some time back. If you want to protect us all, don't worry about it. We all knew the risks when we signed on. Just concentrate on getting your sisters out of there, picture them alive and expect to see them that way. Rescue missions and battles often turn out to be the same thing at times. You get me?"

"I get you, Urzu-2. Lieutenant Commander Kalinin told me the same thing. More or less. Thanks."

"Good. Now, let's rescue your sisters, brothers-in-law and their friends. Okay?"

"War Bird, roger."

At that, the hatches are completely flooded and the Arm Slaves exit the hatches, their propulsion units powering them toward the sub. Right behind them, Thunderbird 4 exits the airlock and follows the seven Arm Slaves.

Inside Thunderbird 4, Joss is heating up her branding iron, which was custom made for her birthday by her Father, Slim. The heating element in the brand portion heats up to a fiery red. As she admires the glow, she nods and laughs sinisterly.

"He tries anything or she tries anything, they're in for a world of hurt." The laughter in itself is enough to cause the others in the submersible to visibly cringe.

Inside his AS, Sousuke is making the necessary adjustments. When they get twenty-three feet away from the Hood's sub, he says, "AI, set power to Military."

"Roger. Setting power to Military." Once the Arm Slaves and submersible get about twenty feet away from the sub, they all stop. "Power set. Ready to proceed with mission."

"Understood. Madam Captain, we're in position."

"Roger, Urzu-7. Firing torpedoes now. Good luck." Two minutes later, the frangible torpedoes make a shuddering impact with the sub's diving planes. The impact is enough to point them upwards, toward the surface. "Urzu-7, report the status of the submarine please."

"The submarine is now surfacing, Madam Captain. Let's go, Street Hawk."

"Roger that, Urzu-7. I got your back."

"I got yours too, Street Hawk." Remembering what Lt. McAllen said on the last mission, he elects to use it. "Hunting ban has been lifted. All units, converge on my mark. Three, two, one. Mark!"

"War Bird, roger."

"Urzu-2, roger."

"Hard Hawk, roger."

"Ninja, roger."

"Urzu-6, roger."

"Street Hawk, roger."

"Thunderbird 4, FAB!"

At that, the Arm Slaves head for their assigned zones and proceed to disable the sub's systems, all while using their monomolecular cutters. Ninja and Urzu-6 are able to cut the propeller right off of the screw. By that time, the sub is at the surface. Street Hawk and Urzu-7 take out the sonar and secure the sub's position before exiting their Arm Slaves. War Bird, Hard Hawk and Urzu-2 take control of the area right below the Conning Tower, gravely decimating the sub's tactical capabilities.

Using their Compact Anti-Armor Daggers, Street Hawk and Urzu-7 cut their way into the bow and follow the tracking devices' receiver unit, hoping to find the couples. Suddenly, Urzu-7 stops, holding up his hand.

"What's going on, Lieutenant?"

"They're on the move. It looks like they're all huddled together, with no elbow room."

"Which way?"

"Straight forward, with a right at the end of the corridor."

"Let's move then." With that, both heroes make their way to that direction.

Elsewhere on the submarine, the lackeys are struggling to get the resultant leaks under control. The jarring impact had caused five pipes to burst in the reactor room alone. One of the lackeys makes it to the intercom and relays their situation.

"This is the reactor room. We're taking on water. Looks like we're going to have a radiation leak as well."

Mullion replies, "We're surfacing right now. Our dive planes had been damaged. No one is to enter or leave the submarine. Allow the water to come in. We'll scuttle the sub, hands and all."

"You're nuts! I didn't sign on, just to be blown to bits! Find another suicidal lunatic. In the meantime, I'm going to use a Geiger Counter and see about a radiation leak."

"Very well. Report when you have news."

"Yes sir."

Mullion then turns to the Hood and asks, "Is it the Americans, sir? It's not like them and they have that kind of capability."

"No, Mullion. Their torpedoes are mostly sonar guided. We're not showing on anyone's screens. Even more, our sonar didn't even detect the torpedoes until it was too late."

"Then how?"

"One of two things come to mind. One is a traitor in our midst."

"The other?"

"Someone had been tracking the couples, somehow. Flood the room and kill the hostages."

"Yes sir. It's only too bad about that one bride. I would have enjoyed having fun with the sister."

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Mullion, and just go kill them."

Scowling, Mullion says, "Right away, sir."

"In the meantime, Ms. Prevera and I will go greet any boarders that happen to come onto the sub." With that, the Hood and Simone go to greet any boarders that might be on board. Sure enough, five minutes later, they encounter two boarders.

"Hopefully the Hood's not planning something demented."

"I hope so too, Street Hawk."

The Hood grins and asks, "Did somebody mention me? I'm flattered that you remember me, Street Hawk. Ah, I see you have a friend with you. And who would you be?"

"Sousuke Sagara, Lieutenant of Mithril." With that, Sousuke brings up his Steyr SPP and primes it. "We're here to free the captives. Do not get in our way."

"Lieutenant, huh? Very impressive for one so young. In any case, I'm planning to eliminate all the hostages. And there's nothing you can do to stop it."

"Wanna bet?" At that, Sousuke aims his SPP and smiles wickedly. "I haven't killed anyone in months. I think it's time for you to die, you shitheads!" Suddenly, he feels his arm being lowered in a calming fashion.

"Urzu-7, I may not be your superior Officer, but I have an order for you. Go find the captives and get them out of here. I'll handle this loser."

"You sure, Street Hawk?"

"Very. This guy's just asking for an ass-kicking."

"Roger." With that, Sousuke runs in the direction of the daggers, only to see they've stopped moving. He then determines their direction and heads there.

Back at the fight scene, the Hood hands Simone his robe and smiles maliciously at Street Hawk as Simone snarls in his direction. "Be sure to keep his face intact. I wish to see it before it's destroyed."

"I will, Simone. I must admit, he sounds rather young. Especially without his helmet on and distorting his voice."

"Are we going to stand here or are we going to fight already?" With that, Street Hawk takes on the standard stance for Monkey Kung Fu and adds, "If you want some, come get some." With that, the Hood begins his attack, with Simone watching intently.

Meanwhile, Transom is racing along the corridor as she analyzes her command decision. Her decision to facilitate the rescue of the Tracy couples. When she finally gets to the door, she gingerly places the daggers onto the floor, takes a firm grip as she picks one up and activates it.

"Let's see what you can do." With that, she stabs the now-glowing blade into the door and smiles. "Mrs. Tracy was right. Like a hot knife through butter." Suddenly, she feels a tap on her shoulder. Shakily, she turns around and sees a young man with an x-shaped scar on his cheek, along with a massive gun.

"Might I ask you what you're doing with those daggers?"

"I'm here to set the couples free. They're right behind this door. Any chance you can help me out?"

The young man nods and replies, "Affirmative." With that, the young man takes firm hold of a dagger and activates it.

On the outside, Thunderbird 4 is approaching the submarine. Upon arrival at it's hull, it activates the newly-installed monomolecular cutter and begins cutting into the sub's side. Suddenly, it stops and heads for the surface. Once it gets there, Joss exits the submersible, red-hot branding iron in hand and gardening shears in her specially-made sling. She then cackles wickedly as she enters the sub through the same hole that Sousuke and Street Hawk had cut.

Before that point, inside the room, Monique looks around, the shock of the jarring now wearing off. "What is it, Monique?"

"Scott, I think we're being rescued. Guys, get ready!" Scott agrees with the idea of a rescue taking place. As the couples hurry to get their bathing suits back on, Monique turns her attention to the door and sees the weld on there. Scott then groans as he remembers the Hood's goons welding the hatch.

"If only we still had the daggers, Monique. We'd be able to cut ourselves out of this mess."

"I hear you, Scott. But, for now, all we can do is wait." Three minutes later, they see a familiar blue sheen shine through. "Scott, look at the door. Someone has a Compact Anti-Armor Dagger and is cutting through here!"

"Monique, behind us!" Monique turns at Zoey's panicked voice and sees sparks flying from the bulkhead. Along with a gusher of water. "We're trapped in here! That dagger blade's not going to cut through in time!"

Next thing the couples know, the sparks cease and the dagger continues cutting, having been joined by one other. Of course, the water entering the room still doesn't help matters any.

When the door opens, they see a familiar-looking scar-faced youth standing beside one of their abductors. "Ready to get out of here?"

Monique stares myopically at the young man before asking, "Sousuke?"

"Affirmative. Now we don't have time for introductions. Let's get you out of here." Before anyone can move, Mullion steps behind Sousuke and smiles a sick and perverted smile at Monique.

"Ready when you are, honey." To his surprise, Sousuke ducks down and launches an uppercut-style kick to the massive man's jaw. Mullion blinks incredulously at Sousuke and smiles wickedly. "I've been dying for a challenge. I know Krav Magra, Judo and Tae Kwon Do."

"I know weaponry and hand-to-hand combat. Ma'am, I suggest you get them out of here."

"No, Transom. Stick around. I think I'll have my fun with you along with the sister." Next thing he knows, Sousuke brings out his Glock and shoots the man point blank right into his groin. Only the fired round has no effect. Mullion smiles as he explains, "Armored pants."

"I see. A more direct route then." With that, both men start punching and dodging each other's attacks. All four couples and Transom watch, totally stunned as the young scar-faced man dukes it out with the massive man.