Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Full Metal Rescue! 10

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Home Again and Unveiling

Two weeks after Kim gave birth to their triplets, Kim and Ron return to Middleton with their newborn babies. Upon their arrival, they head for the Possible residence and are greeted by two ecstatic sets of Grandparents. Five minutes into the visit, they get the beep that they're needed. As they get back into their Hummer H2 and head for Command Center, they recall Bonnie's most recent information regarding the sitch in Middleton.

At the beginning of the sitch, Bonnie, along with Dr. Director, suspected the Sho-Da-Kah trying to establish another foothold, yet none of the crooks apprehended had any ties with the organization whatsoever. They only had one link in common, however. They had just been hired by a woman with a South American accent.

In Command Center, Bonnie checks her watch. "Damn, they're late." She paces and checks again. "Damn." One more time. "Damn, damn." Suddenly, she hears the main door for Command Center opening. Turning around, she smiles her barracuda smile as she watches the Stoppable's H2 pull to a stop. "Well, it's about time you two got here. Have you no concept of time?"

"Sorry, Bonnie, but we had to stop by the Notary with the triplets' birth certificates, indicating their citizenship of birth abroad. It's a good thing Mithril has a contact in the State Department, otherwise we'd definitely be exposed and endangered. After all, if they were listed as having been born on a mercenary base, it really wouldn't be good."

Bonnie nods at that and says, "You got a point, Kim. In any case, it's time for the big event. Oh yeah, how are your parents dealing with the newest triplets?"

Ron grins and replies, "Oh, they're tickled pink, Bon-Bon. Even our first-born are excited about the whole thing. At least Julie won't be so lonely." He then laughs as he adds, "Even the tweebs started speaking nonsense to them. That caused Julie, Andrew and Edward to all roll their eyes. It was so cute, seeing the triplets roll their eyes at their uncles' antics."

"Just like I roll mine at your antics at times, Ron. I guess they got the eye-rolling from me."

"I think you're right, KP." With that, he launches a tickle attack on her bare midriff, which launches a massive fit of laughter on Kim's part, with Ron and Bonnie right behind her.

"I give, Ron! I give!" When Ron stops tickling her abdomen, it takes her three minutes to calm down. "Oh, it feels so good to laugh very hard again." Bonnie is still trying to calm her laughter down and finally succeeds five minutes later.

"If we can cut the laugh-fest, it's time." Norman's voice comes through loud and clear. Equal parts highly-amused and slightly-annoyed. When everyone is gathered around, Norman nods and asks, "Ron, drum roll?" As Ron slams his hands against his knees, Norman removes a sheet from a massive object.

"Meet our newest vehicle!" Right in front of them is a black pickup truck with a brush-guard and camper top. "I present to you 'Hard Hawk'. It's lined with the same Kevlar composites on War Bird, reinforced with fire-proof Kevlar. Also, it has a 360 degree capable, dual-mounted, 20mm electric cannon. Just like on Sand Hawk and War Bird. Of course, on War Bird, the pilot's head movements are sorely limited. Which is why there's a switch that automatically moves the guns to the six-o'clock position. With this one and Sand Hawk, the guns are controlled by a joystick."

Jessica notices something amiss and asks, "Did they forget to put it on, Norman?"

"Oh, no. It's contained within the top. Watch this." He then brings out a remote, presses a button and grins maniacally as the cannon comes up through the roof.

"The truck also has twin turbo-chargers, allowing it to gain a top speed of 180 miles per hour. Along with Stinger missiles in the sides of the camper top." Pressing another button, he and the others watch the side panels move upward revealing a launch platform.

A collective, "Holy shit" comes out as they watch the cannon do a quick 360 and aim right forward. With the missile platforms still showing.

Bonnie then gulps and asks, "What is that?"

Ron grins and replies, "That is an RV from Hell. Care to join me?" Bonnie nods, as do Kim, Hirotaka and Jessica, as they walk forward. "Are you impressed?"

"I am very impressed." Ron laughs in agreement with Bonnie's enthusiasm as he goes on.

"We are in business now."

Bonnie nods right back and replies, "Oh, yeah. We are definitely in business."

"Do you know how much firepower we're talking about here? This is a violent work of art! Norman, gone! Home run! Boo-yah!"

Smiling with glee, Norman says, "This thing will go through a steel-lined concrete wall. But I highly recommend that you don't try it."

Running her fingers along the nose of a Stinger, Jessica nods softly as she asks, "Who holds the pink slip for this thing, Norman? Satan?"

"Not quite, Jessica. Ron, does 'Hard Hawk' look familiar to you at all?" Ron gets a closer look at the pickup and recognizes the brush-guard on the front.

"This is the same one from when I came off of Maternity leave with Kim the first time around! After our first children were born!"

"Good memory, Ron. Indeed it is. It had been sitting in Impound. Until Jessica came along. When the idea was first discussed, I thought it'd be a good idea to have a ground vehicle that could blend in. Appear ordinary, but with a 'Cracker Jack' surprise inside. Or two." He then turns to Hirotaka and adds, "Hirotaka, we can still do a vehicle for you if you like."

With a sheepish grin, which is very rare for the ninja, he replies, "Well, actually, Norman-san, if you could modify my Ninja, we'd have two motorcycles. Not just one."

Now smiling like a used-car salesman, Norman says, "I had a feeling you'd say that sooner or later. If you'll follow me." The group then follows Norman over to the holding bay for Street Hawk. "Lily, if you please." Lily nods in agreement and punches in the sequence for opening the chamber.

As it opens, they see not one, but two motorcycles. Street Hawk and it's 'brother'. While both cycles look alike, they are slightly different. Twin katanas, jutting forward from the back. Hirotaka's face lights up as he takes it in.

"It's a motorcycle."

Norman softens to a grin and replies, "Actually, it's an all-terrain pursuit/attack vehicle. It'd been worked on alongside Hard Hard ever since Jessica began on the team." Hirotaka then goes up into the chamber and runs his fingers along the katana handles.

"In any case, I think it's time for a shakedown run." The others nod in agreement as both Ron and Hirotaka rush into the locker room to change.

Norman then sees Jessica heading for the adjacent locker room. "Let me guess. Shakedown run for you as well?"

"You got it, Norman."

Norman nods and says, "Well, get going." Jessica smirks as she goes into the room. Norman can't help but sigh as he plops himself down into a chair. "Two shakedown runs and one possible race between two equally-equipped cycles. Well, aside from the katanas, of course."

Bonnie turns and gasps, asking, "You mean it has all the same refinements that Street Hawk has?"

"Yep. Hyperthrust, vertical-lift, air foils, phase-particle beam, interchangeable weapon pods, Hydro-mode. The whole nine yards."

Shrugging, Bonnie then smirks and says, "Well, I guess I better suit up and fly overhead in War Bird. Just to be sure those two don't go nuts. Wait, I forgot. We're all nuts." She turns to Kim and asks, "How about you, K? You want in on this?"

"Yeah. I think I'll fly with you, Bonnie. After all, it always helps to have someone keeping an eye on things. Besides, Sand Hawk's still at the air field in Sky Base." At that, both ladies go into the locker room.

Five minutes later, they all come out onto the complex's floor and head to the vehicles. Ron and Hirotaka go over to the chamber and mount the motors while Jessica gets into 'Hard Hawk' and retracts the armaments into concealment. Finally, Kim and Bonnie get into 'War Bird' and Bonnie powers up the twin Lycoming turbines.

Norman turns to the two men and asks, "You guys ready?"

Ron nods and replies, "Affirmative."

Hirotaka, not seeing the exit, nervously says, "Just one thing, Norman-san. How do we get out of here?"

In reply, his visor flips down and the cycles burst forward. Ahead of them, the doorway opens and both cycles fly out in tandem. Behind them, War Bird rises out of Command Center's roof and flies overhead. Hard Hawk pulls out of Command Center's main doorway and heads for downtown.

On the cycles, Street Hawk turns to Ninja and asks, "How's it running?"

"So far, so good. Man, this is powerful."

"Yeah, well, don't push it. Get a feel for the cycle first. What's first, Norman?"

"Let's see how Ninja does with Series One. Chase Maneuvers."

With a grin hidden by his visor, Ninja replies, "Hai."

With that, Ninja opens up the throttle and goes into an unfinished roadway area, with Street Hawk right behind him. Street Hawk stops and watches his comrade maneuver the cycle with agility. As he watches the cycle pop a wheelie, he feels a sense of nostalgia.

He then hears the cycle emit a low, animalistic roar as it turns to the right. When Ninja gets to his side, Street Hawk nods his approval. At that, both cycles roar toward another part of Middleton, with War Bird still overhead.

In the sky, Sand Hawk raises her visor, thankful for the darkened windscreen, and asks, "So, War Bird, how would you rate Ninja right now?"

Raising her visor as well, War Bird replies, "Let's see, given he's my husband, I am biased. So I'm basically giving him a ten. The way he handled that cycle was beautiful. How about you, Sand Hawk?"

"He had a little bounce as he turned. I'd give him a nine."

"Fair enough. You ready for fast flying?"

"Not just yet. When they go into Hyperthrust, we can."

Now grinning eagerly, War Bird says, "You heard the lady, Norman. We're aging."

"Hang on, War Bird. I'm contacting them now."

On the streets, Hard Hawk is driving along until she sees a situation. "Guys, I have a 211 in progress. Middleton Groceries." She then sees a robber shoot at random people in the crowd. "Better add attempted murder to the list. Request backup. Repeat, request backup. Oh, no. They've got a hostage."

"Copy that, Hard Hawk. The guys are on the way and twenty minutes out. As is GJ. Whoa, they're forty minutes away. Street Hawk, Ninja, there's a 211 and attempted 187 in progress. Also a hostage situation. You're twenty minutes away, making you the closest. I'm putting you in Hyperthrust. You'll get there in two minutes." He types in the Clearance code and gets it. "You're cleared for Series Two and Three. Go get 'em."

Five seconds later, the Hyperthrust jets on both bikes fire. While Ninja is able to handle it, Street Hawk fares very well, given his past experience. In the sky above, War Bird gets the message, hits the thrusters and heads for the area.

Upon nearing, both cycles slow down in time to see a red SUV pull out, with Hard Hawk right behind it. Both cycles then turn around and start following the two vehicles. Sand Hawk observes the scene and sees that they're nearing the interchange.

"Guys, we're heading for the highway and we have very bad traffic up ahead out there today. Fifteen miles out, so we better make this quick. Be careful, be careful."

"Roger that, Sand Hawk." On that point, they get onto the interstate. "All right, Hard Hawk, it's time to end this before it goes too far. Prepare for a felony slowdown."

"Copy, Street Hawk. Moving now." The pickup pulls around the SUV, raising it's cannon as it does so. She then activates the vehicle's P.A. "Pull over! Now!" It then charges ahead and gets in front of the SUV, the cannon now trained on it. "You have no chance! Give it up!"

To her shock and horror, the SUV bolts around her and slams into a black BMW coupe's rear end. It then charges ahead of the vehicle as it goes toward the shoulder. Inside the BMW, a model/talent scout named Amelia Frazier is trying to stop her car, but it won't. As she pumps her brakes, the brunette Caucasian starts panicking.

"Oh, no. oh, no." Having a sense of foreboding, she then picks up her phone and says, "I have no brakes. I'm gonna die, Naomi!"

Having seen the BMW, Ninja turns to Street Hawk and he nods in agreement. "Hard Hawk, War Bird, you guys take down the SUV. We'll help the BMW. Looks like the driver's having a problem."

"Roger that, Street Hawk. Rules of engagement?"

"If you can get a clear shot without killing the driver, take it. If not, War Bird can cut it in half from the air. Let's go, Ninja." At that, both cycles exit the interstate, right behind the BMW.

The cycles stay right behind it and soon come across a steep downgrade with a hairpin turn, along with the last thing they'd ever want to see. They then reach the BMW in seconds and see the driver in a panic. To Street Hawk's surprise, the driver is Amelia Frazier from Middleton High. His 'match' from Animology.

"Can you stop?" Amelia turns at the distorted voice, sees a pair of very dark visors and shakes her head.

"I have no brakes! I know you already know that, Naomi. I was talking to a pair of motorcycle riders." She then blushes as she replies, "I think they're cute. I can't see their faces, though."

Ninja gets a look ahead and uses his monocular targeting system to zoom in. He then says, "I'll clear it up here."

Street Hawk sees the same thing and nods. "All right. Take it." As Ninja bolts forward, Street Hawk moves closer and says, "Lady, listen to me. You're gonna have to climb out and grab onto me."

Amelia blinks incredulously as her mind processes the information. "What? You're crazy! Not you, Naomi! No way!"

"You're fresh out of options! Look!" Amelia looks ahead and shrieks at the sight. A massive cliff at the end of the road, along with a hairpin turn. She then realizes that without brakes, she's dead meat and it's time to ditch the car.

"Naomi, I'll have to call you back!" Slamming the phone back down, she undoes her seat belt and positions herself.

Up ahead, Ninja is able to keep a pickup from getting onto the street as the BMW approaches. Meanwhile, Amelia is climbing out of her window and reaching for the cycle's rider as he tries getting closer. Holding onto her wheel, she gets her feet onto the windowsill and gets the rider's shoulders into her hands.

Once she gets a good grip, she hops over, plops down onto the seat and holds on tight as the cycle moves away from the deserted car. Once the cycle slows to a stop, they watch the BMW go over the edge of the cliff and hear the car explode at the bottom.

Amelia tries to catch her breath. After three minutes, she can't help but shudder as she says, "There goes my insurance. The company is so not going to believe this." She then asks, "Is this going to go on my record?"

"I don't think so, ma'am. After all, you're an innocent. The Police should be here shortly. Ninja, let's get out of here and find that jerk."

"Right with you, Street Hawk." Ninja then chuckles as he watches Amelia climb off of the cycle. "Next time, I'll do the heroics while you do the traffic."

"Oh, very funny. Take care, ma'am." Amelia watches as her saviors ride away at a high rate of speed and sits down on the curb.

"Who were those helmeted men?" Her eyes suddenly bolt open at recognition of the names. "Street Hawk and Ninja? Of Team Hawk? Score!"

Back on the interstate, Hard Hawk is behind the SUV again and tries moving back around it. Much to her anger, however, the guy keeps getting in front of her. "War Bird, take this joker down if you please. He's really pissing me off. I'm just about tempted to send a missile into his ass, but I might wind up killing the hostage."

"Roger that. Firing now." In two seconds, the SUV is cut in half by 20mm rounds and comes to a grinding halt in the middle of the interstate. Hard Hawk screeches the truck to a halt right behind the SUV and jumps out of the truck, Desert Eagle in hand. Up in the air, War Bird hovers as it's speaker says, "Come on out, boys! The fun's over for you!"

In three seconds, they see two men holding a young woman hostage, a gun to her head. One of them yells, "Drop it and let us go, or she gets it!"

Hard Hawk then snarls, "You drop it or I drop you! Let the young lady go! NOW!" Right behind her, War Bird lands on the highway and turns it's cannons toward the criminals. "This is your last chance! Let her go, now!" One of them throws his gun forward and puts his hands up. "That's a smart decision! You should do the same, buster!"

"Never! You'll never take me alive!" With that, he throws the young woman aside and brings his weapon to bear on Hard Hawk. "Die!" Instantly, his body jerks back as the .44 magnum discharges. Once his body is on the ground, a dart can be seen sticking out of his chest.

Hard Hawk softly says, "No one dies today. Makes for easier interrogations."

She then cautiously approaches the still form and kicks the gun away from the hand as Sand Hawk comes up to cuff the other suspect. In the background, Middleton Police roll up and Officers swarm the area.

"I'm only going to ask you once. Who sent you?" The still-conscious criminal looks up at the distorted voice and shivers. "Talk!"

"I don't know, man! All I know is Chet talked me into joining him on today's robbery. He's the only one that knew and your friend over there darted him."

As she's walking by with a Police Officer, the hostage then says, "I heard his friend talking about it in the SUV. He mentioned a woman's name. Simone. I didn't get the last name, though."

"I see. Thank you for your help, Miss."

"No. Thank you, Team Hawk."

Sand Hawk nods as the young woman is escorted from the scene. Right behind her, Hard Hawk holsters the Desert Eagle and goes to Sand Hawk's side.

"Any clues, Sand?"

"Just one, Hard. Simone."

Hard Hawk can't help a growl as she says, "She is planning something big. But why here?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. Come on, let's get back to ComCen."

"You got it, Sand." At that, the two deadly femmes get back to the vehicles just as the motors arrive. "Is the driver safe, guys?"

"Safe and sound, Hard. Street pulled off the rescue and I had traffic control duty." Ninja then chuckles as he adds, "It's too bad we can't say the same for the car. It wound up going over the edge. Literally."

With that, the team heads back to Command Center and brief Norman about everything that had happened. When he hears about Simone's involvement, he angrily clenches his fist and releases the pressure.

In California, inside the mansion, Simone had healed up enough from her wound to wander around the mansion by herself. For the past two weeks, she had observed white-coated men going into and coming out of the same place where Goliath 2.0 is being built, around the clock. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out what Garthe had meant by Version 2.0 for Goliath. Finally, the curiosity of the situation gets to her and she leaves the room.

Being careful to avoid grazing the wall with her still-healing arm, she makes her way to the now otherwise-unoccupied garage. "Okay, Garthe. Let's just see what the hubbub here is about." Trying the doorknob, she finds it unlocked and steps in.

The inside of the garage is very dark, with no light whatsoever, given the time of night. Putting her arms out in front of her, she slowly walks along the floor until she sees a slight amber light moving back and forth. Along with a slight pulsing sound. "Is that all it does? Gotta say, Garthe, I'm not impressed."

Suddenly, she hears a massive turbine engine start and sees a pair of bright halogen lights come on. "Now, I'm getting to be impressed. Not!" Suddenly, to her horror, the source charges toward her at a high rate of speed. "No!" She then tucks herself into a ball, waiting for her end to come. But it doesn't come. Next thing she hears are air brakes hissing and sinister laughter from behind her.

"Goliath, you've certainly had fun with our guest. Introduce yourself."

"This vehicle's form may be known to you as Goliath, but my CPU is that of the Knight Automated Roving Robot. Or K.A.R.R. if you prefer the short-form."

Simone turns around and sees Garthe, wearing a wide and evil grin. "Garthe, what in the world are you doing?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Simone. But, I'll answer your question. Thanks to the K.A.R.R.'s CPU, Goliath is now able to drive itself. Combine Goliath's size, weight, molecular-bonded shell and the K.A.R.R.'s CPU, we will be unstoppable. You've already had men tear up a town named Middleton Colorado for the past two weeks. But the town is now coming back with a vengeance with the help of Team Hawk. So it's time to take out Team Hawk."

"What about Mithril?"

"Ah, yes, Mithril. A shadowy organization at best. Not even my spies can find it's main base of operations. Silly as it may sound, it may only be fictional."

"Oh, no. They're real, Garthe. I even saw a young boy drop a grenade down a massive man's pants! Just to defeat him! They're an organization that answers to no one."

Garthe's face pales as he asks, "Did you just say a young boy dropped a grenade down a massive man's pants? Just to defeat him?"

"Yes, I did."

Garthe is silent for five minutes before he muses, "So he was on the level. That means Mithril is real. I thought he was only joking."

"He? Garthe, you're not making any sense. Who are you talking about?"

"A man that created the Sho-Da-Kah, with financial backing from me. A man named Gauron. One of the men that escaped from Shanghai told me an Arm Slave appeared out of nowhere and started destroying the Savages on site. The man even told me that Gauron had named one of them 'Kashim'. It looks like this 'Mithril' and Team Hawk joined forces to bring down the Shanghai Base Op for the Sho-Da-Kah."

"So what do we do?" To their shock, they hear Goliath rumble it's engine.

"Find Mithril and Team Hawk. Then destroy them. Self-preservation is important. If they destroy us, it will not be good."

Garthe grins and says, "Good idea, Goliath. But, we'd still need a way to find them and their base of operations. Then, we can destroy them, along with Mithril."

"With my scanning equipment and invincible body, we can do both."

Simone nods at the idea and then smiles. "I know of a good way to start, too."

"Oh? Please, by all means, enlighten us, Simone."

"Does this name ring a bell?" Simone can't help but smile evilly as she says, "Police Commissioner Leo Altobelli, of the Los Angeles Police Department."

"I can't say it does off hand, Simone. How about you, Goliath?"

"That information does not appear in my databanks."

Simone then nods and explains. "He was the Commanding Officer of the original Street Hawk. We make an attempt on his life and Team Hawk will come running. If he dies, they will be so angry, it'll make them easy to defeat."

"I like it. Goliath, feel up to killing somebody?"

"Affirmative. Leo Altobelli is marked for death."

Simone and Garthe begin hammering out their plans, not noticing the scanner on Goliath's front moving slowly. Deep in the truck's body, the computer begins making a plot of it's own.

Author's Notes: That's it for this story. Can anyone guess the reference the last part of the story is from? It'll be an integral part of my next story, which is a special request of sorts from Guardien-Chris83. Please tune in for my next one. It's gonna be big and some people will be dying. I hope you enjoyed the story. Take care and drive like lunatics. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!