Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue!

by MichaelCross

When the Tracy couples are abducted, Team Hawk and Mithril must go to the rescue. Only this time Team Hawk will be using Arm Slaves. Will they succeed? Rated for language and violence. Seventeenth KP/SH.

8. Aborted Robbery and Tearful Reunions

Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue! 8

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

Aborted Robbery and Tearful Reunions

Around the time the rescue operation is taking place, Jeff and 'Brains' are touching down in Thunderbird 2. Both men's hearts are heavy, even with the cooperation of their 'targets'. A life of crime was not what the Thunderbirds were created to do. Jeff takes a look at the area and shakes his head.

"Only the Hood would want us to hit Ft. Knox on the list. I just hope heading there first will buy Team Hawk and Mithril the time it needs to get the boys and their brides out of trouble."

Inside the Garrison HQ, the Garrison CO had seen Thunderbird 2 touch down and is on the phone. "This is General Franklin. Send me an MP pronto. Yes, it's about Thunderbird 2. No, we're not arresting them. After all, they did call us to ask for assistance. After all the times they helped, you better believe we can return the favor at least." In three minutes, a Provost Marshal's unit arrives and picks him up.

"Turn the lights on and hit the siren, son."

"Yes, sir." At that, the MP does as he's ordered and drives to the landing site.

In the Provost Marshal's Office, a Mithril Asset, in the guise of a recently transferred MP, gets word the rescue was a success. Unable to contain his enthusiasm, he rapidly exits the building while devising a spin in order to maintain his cover. Once he's finished with it, he gets into a PM vehicle and hits the siren.

Back at Thunderbird 2, Jeff and 'Brains' begin to open the belly on Thunderbird 2 as they suit up. Very soon, they finish and see a Provost Marshal's vehicle come up with it's lights flashing and siren blaring. Once the vehicle stops, they both see the Garrison CO exit the PM vehicle.

"General, I wish I could say it's good to see you again. But, given the circumstances..."

"Say nothing of it, son. You're doing it to save lives. Sometimes, you gotta lose to win."

"I thank you for your understanding, sir." He then sighs and says, "Let's get this over with."

As the group heads for the Gold Depository's door, another PM vehicle roars up, siren screaming with wails and whoops. The MP driving it stops and gets out, a massive smile on his face. "General! I just got word! An unknown group, along with Thunderbird 4, has saved the missing Tracy couples!"

The General, still trying to get used to the young man's exuberance, smiles patiently and says, "Calm down, son. Now, take it from the top."

"It happened about three minutes ago, sir. Rumor has it that Team Hawk has started using Arm Slaves. But, you know how I feel about rumors, sir. For now, I'll just call them the mysterious group. In any case, it looks like the mysterious group worked in conjunction with Thunderbird 4. Almost like a two-pronged assault, sir. While Thunderbird 2 is out 'robbing' it's targets, the rescue operation is commencing. It's a classic strategy, sir. Two of the people responsible are on the way to the Hospital while another one had helped in the rescue. However, the one most responsible got away from the rescue party, sir."

"Well, now, that's some good news, son. Wouldn't you agree, Thunderbirds? Your ruse was very clever. Playing along with the no good swine." Not hearing a reply, the General turns around and sees that both suited men are racing back to Thunderbird 2. "Not even a good-bye or a thank-you."

As they run, he could swear he hears one of them saying, "Thanks for your help, General! Good-bye!" He can only laugh as the two men nearly collide with each other in the massive cargo plane.

The General turns back to the young MP and says, "Fine work you did son. But, maybe you should switch to decaffeinated coffee."

"Oh, I don't drink coffee, sir. It makes me hyper."

"Then what do you call that?"

"Sheer excitement, sir." The General can't help but laugh as he claps the young man on his shoulder.

"Something tells me you'll fit in here just fine, Malone. There's never a dull moment with you around."

Once back onboard Thunderbird 2, Jeff and 'Brains' begin take-off procedures as 'Brains' tries raising Thunderbird 4 on the link.

"Thunderbird 4, this is Thunderbird 2. Do you read me? Over."

They both hear Tintin's voice as she replies, "Thunderbird 2, this is Thunderbird 4. All hostages are safe, no casualties. I repeat, all hostages are safe with no casualties."

Jeff then asks, "What about the ones in the Hospital, Tintin?"

"The Hood got branded, just like Joss said she'd do to him and his muscle-man, Mullion, got a grenade dropped down his pants. At least according to what Joss said. I tell you, Mr. Tracy, the guy that did it is meaner than a scorpion."

"Is she there right now? How about Connie or Gordon?"

"Sorry, but they're all being examined on the submarine we're currently on right now. The Medical crew is checking them over, just to be sure they were okay."

"FAB, Tintin. We'll pick you guys up."

"FAB. Let's have a big party when we get them back home."

"I second that idea, Tintin."

"Talk to you later, Mr. Tracy." At that, communication ends and Jeff wearily sits down in the pilot's seat.

"That was way too close for comfort, Ray."

"I hear that, Jeff. So, shall we go pick them up now?"

"Yes, let's get out of here and get our butts over to them. We have a party to plan."

'Brains' grins as he replies, "FAB." That has both men laughing richly as Thunderbird 2 fires up it's engines and lifts off of the ground.

On the Tuatha de Danaan, Tessa is looking over the damage assessment on the Hood's sub. The water that had entered the hull was enough to cause the sub to list to the point it couldn't be saved. So she had the Arm Slaves, along with Thunderbird 4, fall back and return to the main hangar on the TDD-1. On the screen on the bridge, she watches the Hood's sub sink into the depths.

Turning to Mardukas, she asks, "What about the woman that helped in the rescue, Mr. Mardukas? Given, she was rather unexpected. But she did provide assistance."

"I have her dossier right here from our Interpol contacts, Madam Captain. Olivia Transom's her name. It seems she went through a very hard time when she was younger."

"I agree. Please communicate the situation to Headquarters. Yet, I can't help but feel like she's connected somehow."

With his jaw dropped, he asks, "You feel she may be...?"

"I do indeed, Mr. Mardukas."

Inside the examination area, the couples wake up and remember what they had seen. Cringing in disgust, they gingerly get up and see Fermat, Joss, Alan and Tintin with Sandy. The brothers Tracy go over and tousle both Alan and Fermat's hair while Sandy walks over to the brides.

"I'm glad you're all safe."

Zoey nods back and replies, "Same here, Ms. McCoy. But, shouldn't you be back in L.A. by now?"

"Yeah. Actually, I made a decision." With that, she tells them what she had decided.

Three hours later, Thunderbird 2 is over the ocean when both men see a massive shape rise to the surface. The shape is that of the biggest submarine both men had ever seen before. Both mens' jaws drop at the view of the Conning Tower. They both then see the front end open to reveal a flight deck, causing them to whistle, highly impressed.

"Now that is a submarine, 'Brains'."

"I'll say, Jeff. It's years ahead of anyone else's, that's for sure."

"What say we touch down, pick up our family, get back home and try to forget about what had happened?"

"Sounds good to me, Jeff. But, what about the Hood and his goons?"

"Their day of reckoning will come, Ray. Their day of reckoning will come. But, for now, let's just concentrate on good times with our family. When the trial comes, we'll have to tell the Courts about the impact this incident had on our family." At that, the massive cargo plane gingerly lands on the Tuatha de Danaan, opening it's belly upon completion.

In front of the cargo plane, an elevator rises, with Thunderbird 4 right on it. In front of the submersible are the couples, Sandy standing right with them along with the youngest Thunderbirds. Both men are so overjoyed, they exit the plane without suiting up and head for the couples. As they approach, Thunderbird 4 moves forward, heading for Thunderbird 2.

"It's so good to see you guys are all safe!" Jeff smiles as he hugs his sons, one by one. He then turns toward his daughters-in-law, smirks and asks, "Did they behave themselves, ladies?" When they nod, he grins wryly, knowing their definition of behaving.

His face then brightens when he sees Sandy looking over at 'Brains'. "Ray, I'm going back to Los Angeles."

Feeling somewhat crestfallen, 'Brains' asks, "What's going on, Sandy?" He knew the day would come where Sandy had to go back to work. But, what she says next surprises him.

"I'm putting in my papers, Ray. I'm resigning as PR Rep." She wraps 'Brains' in a massive embrace. "It'll take me about a month to finish up all my business, so that way I can end my career on a positive note."

Elated, yet confused, 'Brains' asks, "But, Sandy, what'll you do? Without something to do, you'll be bored out of your mind."

Suddenly, Sandy's voice goes sultry as she replies, "Actually, I can think of some things I'd like to do. Along with whom to do them with." At that, 'Brains' face is as red as a stop light as Sandy runs her fingers through his hair. "Maybe, just maybe, I can do an 'experiment' or two with you." That sends him into overload as he kisses Sandy passionately.

In the background, the couples are in shock until Monique begins chuckling, saying, "That girl's got it going on!"

Scott nods in agreement, saying, "Yep. She's definitely got the funk."

Lonnie, Connie and Zoey all look at each other, nod and say, simultaneously, "Time for another wedding."

Sandy comes out of the kiss, grins and says, "Not just yet. Four more months, then we'll see about getting hitched."

'Brains', in a hazy daze from the kiss, haplessly mumbles, "Hitched. Yeah. Good idea." That gets him a bout of laughter from the others, snapping him out of it. He then looks over at Sandy and sees that she's blushing as she smiles.

Clearing his throat, he says, "I haven't felt this way since Fermat's Mother died. When she died, all I could do was concentrate on my work. It was the only thing that kept me alive, so I could raise Fermat. I must sound very cold right now."

"No, Ray. You don't. You're a good man that cares for his son very much."

'Brains' nods at this and replies, "Thank you, Sandy. Before we do anything else, what say we get you out of here so we could celebrate."

"Actually, I'm about to catch a ride." In the background, a helicopter of unknown make comes up on the elevator and starts it's engines.

Jeff sees the helo, nods in reply and softly says, "Go with her, Ray. I'm sure she'd want you to be around when she puts in her papers. Besides, who knows? You might even find yourself having some fun."

"Okay, Jeff." With that, 'Brains' follows Sandy to the waiting Mithril helo, gets in behind her and the door closes. When the helo lifts off, it fades out of sight.

Jeff is stunned, to say the least, and asks, "Where'd they go?"

"It's the ECS, Mr. Tracy." Jeff turns around and sees the people that were at the wedding. "I'm Teletha Testarossa, Captain of this submarine, the Tuatha de Danaan. These are my confidantes, Commander Richard Mardukas: Executive Officer and Lieutenant Commander Andrei Kalinin: Tactical Officer. It seems we have some mutual business to discuss."

"Captain Testarossa? ECS?"

Tessa nods and smirks, replying, "Don't let my age fool you, Mr. Tracy. I am, in fact, the Commanding Officer of this vessel. The ECS is the Electronic Concealment System."

"Okay. What shall we discuss?"

"The situation which required you to contact Team Hawk via us. Since we are a secret organization of mercenaries, it wouldn't do for us to come out into the open under these circumstances."

"So we just put a lid on the whole thing?"

"Correct. Since you're the Thunderbirds."

"WHAT? HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT? We're very protective of our secret."

Nonplussed, Tessa giggles and replies, "Let's see. You pretty much gave yourself away when you landed on the Tuatha de Danaan. Along with Thunderbird 4's arrival here earlier as well."

Connie then asks, "What nation is this sub with?"

"We're not associated with any nation, Mrs. Tracy. We're an independent group of mercenaries that fight for justice. However, we do have some contacts in some countries."

"What's the name of your group?"

"We're Mithril. We eliminate drug factories and terrorist training camps. Like an army of justice out to protect the world. As much as possible."

Mardukas then says, "Madam Captain, it's time for us to head out."

"Oh?" Tessa checks her watch and her jaw drops. "Oh my, I'm afraid we don't have time for a full briefing. But, here's the basics. If you don't want any hassle, please mention nothing about Mithril. Our success lies in secrecy and, of course, the discretion of people we help. Very much like I'm sure yours does."

Jeff then asks, "What about the Hood? Or even his sub? Alan told me about it some time after he and the others became Thunderbirds."

"It sank. Never again will it prowl the seas, making trouble." That causes the jaws on every one of the Thunderbirds to drop.

Lonnie manages to recover her jaw and asks, "What about Team Hawk?"

"They were here. They were just training for using Arm Slaves when this operation came up. That's all the details I can safely give out."

"Did they ever reveal their identities at all?"

"No, I'm afraid not. You see, since they're like us, their identities are top secret. Even to us." Tessa can't help but notice the sour look on Lonnie's face. She then chuckles inwardly at Lonnie's frustration. 'Sorry, Mrs. Tracy, but the fewer people that know your sister is part of Team Hawk, the better. As it is, far too many people know.'

At that, the couples get onto Thunderbird 2 while Thunderbird 4 is loaded into the massive cargo plane's belly. Once everything is loaded, Thunderbird 2 lifts off of the submarine, which is starting to close it's doors for submergence.

Lonnie sighs as she looks at the monitor showing the Tuatha de Danaan. "What's wrong, Lonnie?" Lonnie turns to look at Virgil and smiles softly.

"Nothing, Virgil. It's just that I want to tell Bonnie that we were rescued by Team Hawk and Mithril. But, since 'Madam Captain of Mithril' doesn't want us to tell her about Mithril, I can't tell even her about it. In fact, if she did know, she'd probably want to take up crime-fighting. I can't stand the thought of losing her at all."

"Well, we all gotta make sacrifices, Lonnie. Even if what we know just might be a good thing for the ones we care about."

"Yeah, I know. I just wish I knew who the members of Team Hawk were so they can receive the thanks they properly deserve." Virgil softly sighs as he pats Lonnie's hand and kisses her hair.

Lonnie then smiles softly, as do Connie, Monique and Zoey. "Mr. Tracy, how would you like to become a Grandfather in nine months?"

They all look at the blushing brides and process the news.

Virgil, snapping out of the stun, grins and asks, "You sure, Lonnie?"

"FAB, honey. FAB."

Back on the Tuatha de Danaan, Tessa walks along the corridor toward the hangar, where Team Hawk is currently watching the crews remove the underwater units. Upon arrival, a crewman spots her.

"Attention on deck!"

"As you were. Team Hawk, you and the Urzu Team did a good job today."

Bonnie nods and replies, "Yep, we sure did, Captain Testarossa. Although, it would have been great if Prevera didn't get away from Ron. Then again, there wasn't much Ron could do to stop her. I mean, bullet-proof glass on the rocket's cockpit? Who does the Hood think he is? James Bond?"

Tessa chuckles slightly and replies, "That's a very good question, Ms. Rockwaller. In any case, your sisters are safely away and on the way back to Tracy Island."

"That's a relief. As long as they're safe, it's the main thing. I guess I'll have to wait for them to visit before I can tell them about 'Father' being found and is now in Jail."

"Thinking of, when's the hearing for him?"

"Month after next. Truth be told, I'm scared. If my involvement with Team Hawk is made general knowledge, let alone public, it could ruin everything we've worked so hard for. Not to mention endangering our families' lives. That cannot be allowed. At all."

"So what're you gonna do?"

Shrugging, Bonnie replies, "I guess I'll just sit in the Courtroom and hope I'm not called. If I am, I'll just be as vague as possible."

"Are you proficient in being vague, Ms. Rockwaller?"

"Hey, I'm a chopper pilot. Believe me, I can be vague. When I wanna be." With that, Bonnie gives Tessa her barracuda smile. Tessa nods in agreement as she turns around and heads for another part of the sub. Once Tessa is out of the hangar, Bonnie collapses onto the hangar floor in tears.

Ron and the others are right at her side in two seconds. "You okay, Bon-Bon?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Ron. Thanks."

"Need anything?"

Letting loose with a sniffle, Bonnie replies, "Other than an easy answer to give the Court and my 'Father' to be dead, not much really. After all, in life, all you can really count on is your friends, helo, Arm Slave and family. I'm really very glad you guys are both friends and family to me."

"What are friends for, Bonnie? So, you wanna relax and marinate some more? Or do you wanna track down the bitch that got away?"

"Let's track that bitch down, Ron. I'm sure Jessica would love to give her a 12 gauge enema. In fact, I think Jessica would make a wonderful Proctologist. Especially when it comes to criminals." The others cringe and grin at the same time as the picture Jessica shooting criminals in their rear ends with a shotgun. "Yet, I can't help but wonder how that bitch would look if Joss had cut off her toes."

Jessica can only blush as she says, "Well, I guess it's one way to keep criminals from being or making such 'asses' of themselves. Let alone in Prevera's case."

Hirotaka's jaw drops at this and then the immaculate ninja smiles. "Now that was very good, Jessica."

"Yeah. I guess it was." She then extends her fist and says, "All in, all out."

Ron nods and slams his fist in, saying, "All in, all out." Bonnie and Hirotaka return the sentiment and nod in agreement. Next thing they know, Norman clears his throat and the group separates.

"What's up, Norman?" Norman perks up at Ron's question and grins.

"Got word from Jane and Lily before the mission. I didn't want to throw you guys off your game. That's why I thought it'll be time now to tell you it's ready." Puzzled, Jessica looks at Norman curiously as he goes on. "You'll have to wait and see, Jessica." With that, the Tuatha de Danaan makes it's return to Merida Island.

Thirty minutes later, Tessa goes to a Security Area and goes in, seeing Transom seated at a table under armed guard. "Miss Transom, I'm sure you understand the reasoning for you to be under guard like this."

"I do, ma'am."

"Very good. Right now, you, the Hood and the man injured by one of our men are facing charges. Since she escaped, Ms. Prevera still has yet to face charges as well. The charges against you in particular are Accessory Before the Fact to Kidnapping, Kidnapping, Conspiracy to Commit Kidnapping. There are also the charges from the past two times you were involved, Miss Transom. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"Ma'am, I deeply regret my actions. That's all I can say. I have no excuses for my behavior." Shamed, Transom bows her head down and adds, "I'm prepared to accept any consequence coming my way."

Smiling softly, Tessa goes on. "There are, however, extenuating circumstances that may well work in your favor. However, it was that one instant. I'm not sure it would be enough to outweigh all the bad things you had done, Miss Transom."

Confused, Transom looks up and asks, "Ma'am?"

"Your decision to facilitate the rescue of the Tracy couples. It shows you have a good heart. You just refused to show it in the past. Either due to fear or it was easier to go the path of evil, it's not for me to decide. Deeds, not words, are what makes a person's character. Quite frankly, I think you have moral caliber. Granted, a small amount. But, it's there anyway."

"Ma'am?"

"I really should get to the heart of the matter. I'd like you to join the Research and Development Team for Mithril. Especially the Engineering Department. It seems we have a very sore lack of personnel in that Department. Especially given the incident about two years ago."

"Mithril? R&D? Engineering?"

"That's right, Miss Transom." Transom can't help but gasp at the voice in her head. "I was afraid of this. You never knew the truth about yourself, did you?"

Electing to be verbal, Transom replies, "No ma'am. I didn't. When they started, I tried tuning them out, but they were insistent. So, I decided to use them. But, everybody called me crazy, along with my ideas." She then asks, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing, Miss Transom. You have something that can be considered both a gift and a curse. You're 'Whispered'. Now, before you freak out, let me explain. Under the right circumstances, you can provide engineering principals that exceed the standards of modern technology. Were you the one that designed the submarine that you were on and then had seen sink?"

"Yes, I did." Curious, she asks, "But, how?"

"Like I said, you're one of us. 'The Whispered'. Did you feel comfortable on the submarine at all?"

"Yes, I did. Well, except for when Mullion would stare and leer at me."

"Mullion?"

"Yeah, the big black guy that probably got his nuts blown off by a concussion grenade." Tessa blanches at the crude description of the event and shakes her head.

"There's no probably about it, Miss Transom. The close proximity of the concussion grenade to Mr. Mullion's groin was enough to sever his 'nuts' from his body." Transom nods, greatly relieved as Tessa goes on. "The Hood suffered a second- degree burn to his head, as a result of a hot branding iron by Miss Possible."

"So, what's going to happen to Ms. Prevera if she's found?"

"Well, Street Hawk told me about Miss Possible wanting to cut Ms. Prevera's toes off with a pair of rusted gardening shears. He said that she called it a 'Texan Pedicure'. So, that'll probably be the punishment that awaits her."

Transom can't help but shudder as she says, "I certainly wouldn't want to be in Ms. Prevera's shoes. I guess it's a good thing I decided to change sides. I might have wound up losing my toes as well."

With that, Tessa nods at the woman and says, "Welcome aboard, Miss Transom."

"But, how am I going to tell the Hood and Mullion? Neither one of them is going to be happy. They might even try to kill me."

"They won't get that chance." Tessa reaches into her briefcase and goes on. "I have your new identity right in here."

"You mean I'm to do a disappearing act of sorts?"

"That's right. At the moment, our Information Bureau is making a report of you taking a cyanide capsule due to your fear of reprisal from the Hood. Your death, of course, will be faked. It'll allow you to enter your new life. Also, you'll be getting a makeover of sorts, to make you less recognizable by other people."

"Even my teeth?" Transom's face lights up with the thought of not having to go through the same taunts with her new life.

Tessa sees the look on Transom's face and replies, "Even them, Miss Transom. I read on your dossier that you had gone through a horrendous amount of cruelty over time. And I'm sure that you'll be relieved to not go through that ever again."

"I'm feeling the relief already, ma'am."

"Very well, then. I'll arrange for transportation for you. It'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

Fifteen minutes later, Transom is strapped into a VTOL strike fighter and waiting for take-off. Next thing she knows, the jet is propelled forward into the sky as the de Danaan re-submerges.