Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Ranger's Eyes p 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk or Walker, Texas Ranger. Wish I did though.

Arrivals and Jailing

Meanwhile, Walker and Trivette arrive at Ranger Headquarters and are immediately greeted by Rangers Francis Gage and Sydney Cooke, both arm in arm with each other.

Walker can't help but grin as he asks, "Hey, what's going on, Sydney?"

The petite and perky, yet tough, brunette Latina replies, "Not much, Walker. Gage just asked me if I'd like some lunch and I accepted. Need any help?"

Walker nods and replies, "Matter of fact, yeah. Got some dirty laundry here." Gage and Sydney both look into the pickup's bed and smirk. "They need a lot of detergent. It was very dusty on the way up here."

The tall, blond Caucasian male grins and replies, "We'll get them cleaned up in time for their hearing, Walker. Oh, Alex called. She wants you to see her in her office."

"Okay. Thanks Gage. See you later, Trivette."

"Later, Walker." As he watches Walker walk away, Trivette shakes his head as he opens the tailgate on the pickup's bed. "It must have been something about the extradite."

As Sydney brings out the first one, she wrinkles her nose in disgust after sniffing the air. "What'd you do? Shit your pants?"

"Don't like it, chica? Then get out of America."

"No, I have a better idea for you. How about you take the opportunity to hang yourself with a bedsheet? That'll solve my problem with trash like you." At Gage's rumbling laughter, she perks up and adds, "By the way, my boyfriend likes me for who I am. Hold on a moment."

Going over to Gage, she whispers, "Play along" in his ear and proceeds to make out with him. Much to her surprise, Gage plays along. A little too well, by putting his hands on her butt and lifting her up off of the ground.

Three voices yell out, "Traitor!" while two voices say, "Go for it!" Blushing heavily, and winded from the kiss, Gage and Sydney separate and Gage gently puts her back down on the ground.

"That was some kiss, Gage."

"Yeah. It was." Gage looks around and back at her, saying, "Trivette and I'll go book these bozos and you tell Walker it's taken care of."

"Oh sure, give me the dangerous job." Sydney can't help but smirk as she cups Gage's cheek. "See you later, partner."

"Later, Short Stuff." With that, Gage and Trivette hustle the hijackers into the building and to the shower facilities. "Be sure to get all that dust off of your bodies. You're appearing before a Judge today."

"What about our Lawyers?" Slater's incredulous as he goes on. "Don't they know?"

"Oh yes. They already know and are on the way here now."

"Well, I don't expect the charges will stick, since we were in Mexico when we were hauled out of there."

"Then I guess you didn't know that Walker has friends in high places down there. Particularly friends that don't like closed-minded individuals that like to make trouble." Trivette can't help but be smug as he adds, "The Governor of Mexico is one such person."

Bobby, seeing his chance, takes it. "If I talk, will you put in a good word for me? I never even wanted any part of it." When the other three scowl at him, he presses on. "I was just the driver of the van. I know where the weapons are and I don't want to be part of his group at all. They're all nuts and disorganized. No wonder they have problems."

Trivette looks over at Gage and says, "It could merit our scrutiny. We'd have to leave it up to the D.A.'s office, though. But we could talk to the DA if you like."

"I would, sir. I'd like that very much." Once Gage takes the other three away, Bobby then says, "Oh, sorry about attacking you earlier, but I had to make it look good." Reaching into his pocket, he brings out a shield. "Agent Ben Baxter, Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms."

"That was pretty risky, Agent Baxter. You could have warned us ahead of time."

"Would've if I could've, but I'd been undercover for the past five months. I was under tight observation. One false move and I'd have been staked out to feed the buzzards."

"Yeah, I see your point. It's a good thing you managed to get word to us." Ben nods in agreement as the men go into a different entrance so Beck can be debriefed by his Field Supervisor.

Meanwhile, Walker's inside the Courthouse, heading right for the Assistant District Attorney's Office. When he gets there, he sees the door is open, along with a slender and blond Caucasian woman playing with a blond-haired little girl.

"Hey Alex." Alex Cahill-Walker looks up and smiles at her husband as he walks into her office. "How's Angela doing?"

"She's doing fine, Cordell. How'd the roundup go?"

"It went okay. It seems one of the shipment hijackers is the grandson of the guy that killed my parents."

"That racist jerk Slater had kids? Along with a grandson?" Alex is incredulous as she sits back down. "Let me guess. He used a slur on Jimmy and you as well. Right?"

"Yep."

"Hi Daddy." Five year old Angela Walker runs up to Cordell and he picks up his daughter. "Daddy, you need a shave." Alex chortles in agreement over Cordell's slight beard. Out of curiosity, Angela asks, "Daddy, what's a racist jerk?"

"Someone that has no respect for people of other races. In short, they view themselves as being supreme beings."

"Oh. Like the KKK and others like them. Right?"

Impressed with his daughter's intellect, Cordell nods and replies, "That's right. But, how'd you hear about that? They shouldn't be telling you kids these things so soon."

"Oh, don't worry, Daddy. Mrs. Clarkson only gave us a summary of certain groups and what they were about. Was the guy that killed Granny and Grandpa Firewalker with those organizations?"

"I don't think so. I think he was more like an independent moron. With even more moronic friends."

"What about the men that attacked on 9/11? Were they racists as well?"

Cordell ponders it, nods and replies, "That's one good way of describing them, sweetie. Yeah. You see, they base their hatred on the fact that we have a multitude of religions here. Catholic, Christian, Protestant, Methodist, Jewish. So on and so forth. Even Islamic. The men that attacked?"

At Angela's eager nod, he adds, "They were Islamic militants. Basically, they hijacked their religion and used it to hide behind. They don't view themselves as criminals, but soldiers fighting a war. A war of religion."

"Why can't they live in peace and leave other people alone?"

"They don't believe in that. Even more, they don't like Jews. You see, the leader of their group deemed the people of the nation unworthy of life and demanded that we be killed. Along with advocating the destruction of Israel. Just for being different or worshiping differently than he does."

"Sounds like he wants to rule the world or something." To her surprise, Cordell lightly chuckles and nods.

"Yeah, something like that." He then looks over at Alex and asks, "You had some news about the extradite, Alex?"

"Yes. Yes, I did. Team Hawk picked up their party and are on their way to Ft Worth now. I'd like for you, Trivette, Gage and Cooke to go to the airport and greet them, along with escorting them here."

"When do they expect to arrive?"

"It'll take them another hour until arrival. It seems they came across a bad storm during the flight down and had to go around it."

"Okay. I'll tell the others. They should have the hijackers processed by now." He then kisses Angela on her cheek, causing her to giggle. "You be good for Mommy while Daddy's out. Okay?"

"Okay Daddy." As an afterthought, Angela asks, "What's an extradite?"

"I'll tell her about it, Cordell. If you tell her, she'll more than likely pick up all your techniques for dealing with the criminals you come across." Lightly amused by the thought of Angela putting them into a pickup's bed, Alex adds, "Then again, it might not be so bad."

"Okay." He then kisses Alex and whispers, "You're so beautiful."

"You're so handsome." She returns the kiss and gently lifts Angela out of Cordell's arms. "Go on ahead. If you're lucky, Team Hawk just might pick up some time. The sooner you guys get Mr. Rockwaller back here, the sooner they can start working on these bizarre murders with you. Who knows? Maybe a random variable is just what we need."

"Same here. Well, talk to you later."

At that, Cordell leaves Alex's office, wearing a proud smile on his face. He then makes his way to the elevator and watches the door close once he gets inside. Looking at his reflection on the gold-colored door, he sees what Angela was talking about. Letting out a chuckle, he thinks about the past few years with her.

The past five years since Angela's birth had helped mellow out the Ranger. But not very much. It only unlocked his paternal instincts even further. His cousin, David White Eagle, had gotten married to Sally Brown Horse three years earlier and they had a son to start their family off with.

In fact, when Angela had first been introduced to her Father's Cherokee relatives, she was thrilled to find out she was a quarter Cherokee. That had happened the previous year. For that Halloween, she asked her Father if he could help her dress as a Cherokee maiden. It may not have been a scary costume, but she wanted to proudly show her heritage. Cordell was only too happy to help.

Of course, there was always a nut or two that was willing to give her a hard time. But, she had gotten something from her Father through his genetics in her blood. His fighting spirit. By the time she had gotten done with the bullies, they were on the ground, holding their privates and crying in pain. Of course, her costume had gotten a tear on a sleeve, but Alex was able to repair it.

Next thing Walker knows, Sydney's waving her hands in his face, saying, "Ranger Walker, time to rejoin the living."

Smiling sheepishly, Walker replies, "Sorry about that. Just thinking about last Halloween."

"Yeah. That was pretty funny, especially with Angela kicking them after they were on the ground." Sydney chuckles as she recalls that night. She and Gage were walking with a group of children dressed as Texas Rangers when they saw Walker watching a young Cherokee maiden beat the two bullies senseless.

"Who's zoning out now, Sydney?" Sydney blushes at Walker's words, prompting him to chuckle. "Make you a deal. I won't tell if you won't tell."

"Deal. Besides, just thinking about those kids makes me think about kids."

"Anyone special in mind?" Walker has a sneaking suspicion that his two Rangers are getting to be very close. Even more, he's approving of them.

"Yeah. Gage. Yeah, sure. He's a bit of a goof, but he's always there for me. Just like I'm there for him."

"Yeah. You two have been working together for quite a good while now. Those feelings must be developing by the day."

"I don't think I should talk about it anymore. I'm liable to start blushing." Next thing she knows, she's laughing giddily. "So, what's going on? Is it something to do with the extradite?"

Walker nods and replies, "Team Hawk's been delayed due to the weather. They'll be in Ft Worth within the hour. We're to meet with them and escort them here to the Courthouse."

"Who're they bringing with them?"

"Samuel Rockwaller, plus three other aliases. Rockwaller's his true name. He used his first name for the aliases, if not different variations. Public Intoxication, repeated DUIs, disturbing the peace, causing a near riot. All in the same week. Even more, he assaulted three Rangers in another part of Texas. Down in Waco. His alias down here was Larson."

"Oh my." Sydney grimaces before saying, "That guy should get the Death Penalty for even assaulting our fellow Rangers. How long ago did that happen anyways?"

"Ten years ago. Even more, the Statute of Limitations is almost up. If he hadn't been found and arrested in the next two months, the case would have been swept under. In some ways, Team Hawk made things a little easier for us."

"Maybe they'd like to be Rangers as well. Or at least they should be."

"That's something for the higher ups to consider, Syd. It's all politics these days." Syd scowls before nodding in agreement with Walker's assessment. "Besides, they go all over the world, much like Team Possible used to do. If they were Texas Rangers, and they had other calls to handle, they'd have to make a decision. One that would tear them up."

"Maybe they could be considered Federal Rangers or International Rangers?"

"Sounds catchy." At that point, they get outside and see Gage talking with Trivette. "Gage, Trivette, come on."

Turning, Gage asks, "Where're we going, Walker?"

"The airport. Team Hawk is set to arrive within the hour. We're to escort them and the extradite in."

"Sounds good. Ready, Short Stuff?" Sydney can't help but blush at Gage's nickname for her.

"I am, Tall Nut." Next thing she knows, she's gently hoisted onto Gage's shoulder and he begins carrying her to their assigned Crown Victoria Limited. "Gage, I can walk just fine, you know."

"Oh, I know. Just thought I'd give you a lift." At the sound of Gage's laughter, she can't help but roll her eyes at the ironic pun. When they get to the car, he gently lowers her to the ground, right at the passenger door. He then opens it and says, "Your transport, I believe."

"It is. Thank you." With that, she gives Gage a soft peck on his cheek and gets in, blushing furiously. Once he has closed the door, she thinks, 'Oh, I want him so bad, it hurts. But, in a good way.'

Walker and Trivette both look at each other and chuckle as they get into Walker's Ram. Just then, something occurs to Trivette. "Walker, how long have we been partners now?"

"Going on thirteen years, Trivette. A pretty good while since we first met and C.D. was still with us."

"Yeah. I miss the big dog too." As Walker drives the Ram toward the airport, Trivette thinks about C.D. Parker, one of the best Rangers in Texas. The man had been a Captain in the Rangers until he got shot in the leg and had to take semi-retirement.

He also owned a bar, named 'C.D.'s Bar and Grill'. It was where Walker, Trivette, Alex, Gage and Sydney would often find the man. Oddly enough, every time Trivette would see him, he'd call him 'big dog'. Mainly because of his size and tenacity of a bulldog. But, the man had died after being poisoned by a homicidal lunatic that had been obliterated just before Angela was born. At first, they thought it was a heart attack, but months later, they learned the man was murdered.

All of a sudden, Trivette hears jet turbines whining and helicopter rotors. Snapping out of it, he sees a massive cargo plane and an attack helicopter, both black in color, landing on the tarmac in front of him. Next thing he knows, the plane's rear door opens and out comes a black pickup with camper top, followed by a black van and, finally, a black and armed dune buggy.

"Why would they need that kind of artillery? He's not that dangerous, is he?"

"Probably not, but the people they go up against usually are, Trivette. Let's go greet them. Sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get this case wrapped up."

With that, Walker steps out of the Ram's cab, Trivette right behind, when he sees two forms wearing black bodysuits with 'SRT' pins on them walking down the plane's ramp. Right between them is a slightly chubby and balding man, heavily shackled and wearing a shock collar. They're shortly joined by their colleagues with three of the other vehicles.

"Team Hawk, transferring custody of Prisoner #34598012 to Texas custody." The voice is distorted, yet clearly male to Walker.

"Welcome to Texas, Team Hawk. We'll accept the transfer, but it'll be finished at the Courthouse. My associates and I have been assigned to escort you to the Courthouse. I'm Ranger Cordell Walker. This is my partner, Ranger James Trivette, over there are Rangers Francis Gage and Sydney Cooke."

The figure nods and replies, "I'm Street Hawk and this is Ninja. The pickup's driver is Hard Hawk, dune buggy's Sand Hawk. The helicopter's pilot is War Bird. If you don't mind, we need to get our cycles out of Rolling Base. Once we get them out, we'll put the prisoner into the van and begin the final stage of transport."

"Fair enough, Street Hawk." Walker then steps forward and looks Sam in the eyes. "You made a big mistake, Mr. Larson. Or, perhaps I should say Rockwaller."

Ninja asks, "You mean he's been using fake names all this time? That wasn't in the file."

"It makes some kind of sense." Ninja turns at Street Hawk's voice as he goes on. "Think about it. If you're intending to avoid paying alimony or child support, what better way than using fake names?" As he poses the question, he squeezes Sam Rockwaller's left bicep, bringing out a hiss of pain from the man. "How many names did he use?"

"Three, all with his first name. He even married a former actress that moved here to Tarrant County about fifteen years back. Looks like you've been very bad, Mr. Rockwaller. Now your nuts are mine."

Sam makes an attempt to wave it off, saying, "Get away from me, Ranger. I'm very important where I'm from."

Street Hawk can't help but ask, "Where's that, jack-off? Uranus?" The way he said it brings a bout of laughter from the Rangers and Ninja, while the ladies giggle softly. For he had said it in a particular way. "Yeah. Only your anus would consider yourself important."

War Bird screeches as she begins laughing her head off, tears of mirth falling out of her eyes behind her visor and rolling down past the helmet's facial liner. Same story with Sand and Hard Hawk, for they are having a ball in laughing at his antics.

"You've got a funny husband, Sand."

"Yeah, I sure do, Hard. They say laughter's the best medicine for what ails you. They're certainly right." Hard Hawk and War Bird nod in agreement with Sand Hawk as the three deadly femmes laugh.

Sam Rockwaller is not so amused. "Shut it, you loser." Next thing he knows, he gets a slug in his gut, bringing up bile.

"Were you just spoken to? I don't think so." Ninja is so incensed, he gets ready to slug him again when he feels Walker's hand on his.

Smirking at the gasping man, Trivette asks, "First time extradition, right Ninja?"

"It is."

Walker nods and says, "Well, just don't let it happen again. Looks like you took that remark very personally." With that, he releases Ninja's fist, inwardly scowling that he didn't slug Sam first.

"Hai. Street Hawk is my friend, along with my wife's. This man made everyone's life a living hell. So, let's make his life a living hell."

Walker nods in agreement and says, "We'll hold onto him while you guys get your cycles out." Surprised to see both men bow, he returns it before taking hold of #34598012's chains.

While the two men walk toward the van, he smirks at the man and remarks, "I'd say you got off lightly. If you were unchained and resisting arrest, I'd do ten times worse than what Ninja had done."

"Why? Because of your loser Rangers? Quite frankly, the whole lot of you are losers. Especially the black one there. James Trivette, football player from the wrong side of the tracks in Baltimore MD. Drafted to play for Texas, but tore his shoulder during the final game his rookie year. I can't believe they gave you a shield, boy."

Before Trivette can respond to the racial slur, they all hear motorcycle engines fire up and see two motorcycles roll out of the van. The similarities between the two are uncanny, aside from the twin katana handles jutting forward from the back on one cycle. Gage can't help but whistle, highly impressed by their design while Sydney's eyes goggle at the steady hum of the engines.

"Those are beautiful, Gage. The engines, I mean." Next thing she knows, she feels Gage's lips at her ears.

"Not as beautiful as you are, Short Stuff." That causes Sydney to blush furiously again as she and Gage take Sam over to Rolling Base and put him in.

Sam notices the van and thinks, 'Something about this van's familiar. Wait a minute! Back in Oregon, Bonnie got into a van just like this. Along with those friends of hers, including the blond-haired loser. Could this be the same van?'

Once Gage and Sydney have Sam restrained against the van's right wall and leave him be, he takes a look around inside. 'Nothing remarkable in here. Just your basic steel floor, hook-loops, possibly for securing straps for the cycles.' Next thing he knows, the van's door-ramp is being closed and, save for the light above him, all is nearly darkness.

Sydney and Gage both nod at Walker that all is ready as they get into the Crown Victoria, with Sydney in the driver's seat this time. Walker and Trivette both watch Street Hawk and Ninja take point in front of the convoy, with Sand Hawk right behind them and covering Rolling Base.

Hard Hawk takes position, watching the van's back door, as War Bird lifts off of the ground, intent on covering them from the air. Walker then starts leading the procession, flashing his pickup's head and tail-lamps while Sydney takes the rear position, making the escort official.

As he drives the van, Norman Tuttle takes a look at the picture of Jane and their daughter. He had the feeling the case would take a sickening turn and asked Jane to stay behind. Jane had agreed, but also told Norman to be careful in Texas. Lily Mach had fully recovered from her illness, which had turned out to be the flu. After her recovery, Lily decided to take some college courses as well.

Snapping back, Norman shakes his head and returns his attention to the roadway in front of him. The intermittent radio chatter is the only thing that's keeping him awake as he drives the van.

In Dallas, as she works her garden, Margaret Parker sighs sadly as she thinks about the past ten years of her life. Ever since her husband left her for being still such a free spirit ten years back, she had become something of a recluse, keeping only to herself. Reluctantly, her neighbors agreed to leave her be, but had told her she'd always be welcome to visit them. She still had yet to take them up on it.

Margaret snaps out of the memory, checks her watch and sees it's time for the news. Once she gets inside and has the news turned on, she sees a surprising sight. Hurriedly, she increases the volume, to allow the voice of the reporter to come through clearly. On the screen is a slender Hispanic woman, wearing a blue blazer and black slacks.

"We're here at the Tarrant County Courthouse, where Team Hawk, being escorted by a quartet of Texas Rangers, is arriving with a man considered by many to be a national fugitive. This man, Sam Larson, AKA Samuel Rockwaller, was arrested about three months ago in Oregon on charges of being an accomplice to murder in the first degree.

The driver of the pickup you see there, the one with the cannons, has been positively identified as Hard Hawk. The driver for the dune buggy right in front of the van is Sand Hawk. The motorcycles' riders are Street Hawk and Ninja. In the air above us is the War Bird helicopter. John, get a picture, quick."

The camera pans upward and gets a glimpse of the attack helicopter's armament. "As you can see, War Bird's helicopter is designated as an attack helicopter. Yet it's being used in conventional Law Enforcement. Then again, these are not exactly conventional times.

Okay, John. Back down to the van. They're bringing him out now. There he is, folks. Samuel Rockwaller. Most of the charges against him have expired except the three counts of assaulting three Texas Rangers over in Waco, along with a Federal charge of illegally selling Military firearms and an as yet unknown charge. We expect to find out soon. Given the lateness of the hour, it's expected his hearings will begin as of tomorrow. This is Wanda Moore, live in Dallas. Back to you, Joe."

Margaret turns the television off, opens her end table and brings out an envelope. An envelope containing the Divorce papers. 'Finally, I can get rid of the pain in my heart.'

Back in Dallas, Alex is in her office when her husband and the others come inside with Team Hawk and their prisoner.

"Team Hawk's here to turn over custody of Prisoner #34598012 to the State of Texas." The voice is distorted, yet soft and strong at the same time.

Alex nods and replies, "Thank you. I'll accept the transfer." Upon seeing the paperwork in a team member's grip, she makes a mental note to find out all she can. Once she's signed the paperwork, she looks at Sam and scowls slightly. "Mr Rockwaller, the charges against you are serious and call for jail time. But, we'll get into that tomorrow."

"I'm above the Law, woman."

"No, you're not." Alex gets up from her desk and goes on. "What makes you think you're above the Law, Mr Rockwaller? Your family's wealth, savvy political connections? That doesn't impress. Not when you're abusing it. Quite frankly, I'm surprised no one from your family had seen you yet. Then again, who'd want to?"

"My youngest daughter did." Angrily, he adds, "She committed the ultimate sin and befriended a loser! She later on had the nerve to have children with a guy from Japan! She even married him! Even more, she's working with Global Justice."

"I see. What division is she with?"

"I don't know and I certainly don't care. Besides, that one-eyed bitch was rather vague on the details." Next thing he knows, he feels his legs collapse and falls onto the floor.

"You call Dr Director that again, you'll get worse." The voice is distorted, yet filled with venom. Hateful and pained venom. Walker can't help but notice War Bird's tone as she goes on.

"Consider yourself lucky you're even fucking alive right now." Turning toward Walker, she asks, "Could you please get this jerk out of my visor before I do something really fun? Like maybe give him a .45 caliber enema."

Walker nods and replies, "Sure thing, War Bird." As Walker picks the man up, he adds, "That was a beautiful kick you did, by the way."

"Thanks."

Once Walker gets clear of the office door, he begins chuckling, catching Sam's attention. "What's so funny, Ranger?"

"Oh, just the thought of you getting a .45 caliber enema. If I didn't know any better, I'd say War Bird got her venom from you."

When Walker gets Sam to the cell area, he pushes the man into the cell and closes the door. "Stick your hands and feet out between the bars." Once Sam's done so, Walker begins removing the shackles. Within three seconds, it's done and Sam is sitting on his bunk, fuming. "I'll be back shortly with your wardrobe for tomorrow."

When Walker returns three minutes later with Sam's wardrobe for the next day, Sam's incredulous in shock over the coloring. "It was all they could find. See you in the morning."

Grumbling, Sam falls asleep in his cell, not having heard raucous laughter emanating through the air over his predicament. 'I can't believe I gotta wear this tomorrow.'

Meanwhile, finding the flight had exhausted them, Team Hawk elects to sleep inside the vehicles. Street and Sand Hawk inside the back of Rolling Base, Norman in it's driver's seat, War Bird and Ninja inside the helo and Hard Hawk inside the truck. Before falling asleep, the field operatives all remove their helmets, thankful for the darkened glass obscuring sight from the outside, yet allowing sight from the inside.

As she sleeps, Bonnie begins dreaming, her mind awash in rampant thoughts about a past pain. She thrashes around so much, she bangs an elbow against the bench inside the helo. 'This certainly doesn't make for a good night's sleep. Why do I get an ominous feeling right now?'

"You okay, Bonnie-kun?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Hirotaka. Just wishing we were in a bed, but, we're in the field right now."

"Yeah. Although, we can make the most of it." To prove his point, Hirotaka puts his hand on her suit-covered abdomen and softly rubs it. Bonnie gives him a giggle and a quick peck.

"I'd agree, but this space is far too cramped for what I have in mind."

"Hmm, perhaps later. At home. Kitchen table."

"Works for me."