Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Ranger's Eyes p 6

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

Proposed Deal and Bus Ambush

Inside the Tarrant County Courthouse, an hour later, Bonnie's eyes bolt open in shock. "Now I know where I saw that bastard loser's face from before."

"Bonnie? You okay?" Ron's question is unanswered as Bonnie storms out of the room, swearing left, right and center. "What's gotten into her?"

"This is the first time I've seen her like this since we became friends." Kim picks up the folder that Bonnie was looking at and gulps. "I think I know what happened to cause her reaction." The file is that of the only survivor of the killer that struck and killed a young boy in Upperton Colorado.

As she storms along the hallway, Bonnie catches sight of the ladies room and goes in, feeling tears threatening to erupt from her blue eyes. 'I should have recognized that loser earlier!' With that thought, she breaks down sobbing. "Oh, Johnny!"

In her office, Alex is looking over the file collated from the past incidents involving Team Hawk. She had just gotten back from taking Angela to school and found the team's file waiting for her.

'From all appearances, it looks like Team Hawk goes wherever there's trouble.'

Suddenly, there's a knock on her door. "It's open." When the door opens, she sees Walker and Trivette come inside, concerned looks on their faces. "Cordell? Jimmy?"

"What happened, Alex? DPS reported you and Angela had been attacked and Ninja saved you both. Was it this Foster character?" At her nod, Walker nods right back and says, "It's a good thing Ninja was nearby then."

"Indeed. Though I don't think I'd get used to machine guns being fired to save lives."

Walker nods and says, "In any case, don't beat yourself up over it. If you had no knowledge of this guy from before, there was no way you could have expected him to just be there."

"Yeah. Unless he'd been watching me from afar."

Walker shakes his head in disagreement and replies, "No, I doubt that very much. No, chances are he came across you and Angela by chance. Maybe while even staking out the building."

"I see. For what purpose?"

"Let's find out. Shall we?"

"We shall, Cordell." Within five minutes, Cordell and Alex are sitting face to face against Tom Foster. When asked, Foster smirks cruelly and sits back.

"Easy, Ranger." A sinister gleam in his eyes, Foster replies, "So I can kill Team Hawk."

"Who hired you?"

"I don't really know off-hand, but I was hired to kill this particular group. When I asked why, the client told me I had no need to know. Ordinarily, that's not really true because I didn't want to know back then about those I'd be killing. But then, something happened. Something absolutely wonderful."

Walker asks, "What happened?" Much to their disgust, the killer smiles an evil smile.

"A child got caught in the middle." With an exasperated and proud sigh, he goes on. "It was about fourteen, maybe sixteen, years ago. I was contracted to kill a man that was slated to testify against a mobster that was shaking down the neighborhood. As I drove my car, I saw a well-dressed youngster walking with a group of boys and figured he'd go far in the world. When I saw my target, I accelerated. Suddenly, without warning at all, the boys pushed the youngster into my path. The boy fell and died beneath my wheels. I enjoyed killing him, as he was my first juvenile kill."

Alex realizes what he's getting at and asks, "What are you willing to discuss in order to avoid the death penalty?"

"All the details I have." Next thing he knows, the door opens, revealing a seething, short-cut brunette-haired, young woman clad in a blue bodysuit. "Did the temperature in here just rise or is it just me?"

"How could you? HOW COULD YOU? He was my friend! My first friend, you motherfucking bastard!"

Foster blinks in confusion until he remembers the day.

(Flashback)

Upon seeing the group of boys, Foster returned his attention to the street and saw a young girl crossing it. A young girl with brunette hair. Slowing down, he allowed the girl to finish crossing, a soft smile on his face.

By the time the girl finished crossing the street, the group of boys had passed him and she was rushing to catch up to them. Next thing the boy knew, he was being pushed into the street. The girl's screams permeated the air as the rental car hit the youth.

Looking toward his target, Foster saw the man had realized what he was there for and quickly left the area. Looking over at the screaming and crying girl, and turning his attention to the boys that had pushed him running away, Foster pressed down on the gas and headed for the nearest phone.

"I have an emergency. A young boy is out in the street. He's been hurt badly. I think he's dead."

"Did you see it happen, sir? If you did, please wait for the Police. Is the party responsible still nearby?"

"They were running away from the scene. Please, send help." With that, Foster hung up the phone and left town, the image of the boy forever etched into his mind. Along with the sobbing girl.

"You're the girl from that day." At her nod, Foster softly says, "I'm so sorry. So very sorry that he didn't suffer enough." Giving her a cruel smile, he adds, "You certainly bounced back well."

"Don't give me that, you murderous loser!" Taking a deep breath, she asks, "Why are you seeking a deal?"

"I intend to save my ass from the chair."

"So not happening, you fucking loser!"

"Ma'am, watch your language please. Just who in the world are you?" Walker turns around and sees a frowning DPS Officer. "How'd she get in here?"

"She's with Global Justice, Sergeant Walker. She was in the building in the file room with her colleagues. She stormed up here and barged right into the room."

Returning his attention to the brunette, Walker asks again.

"Bonnie Rockwaller, I'm a GJ Operative. This sick jerk-off was the one that killed Johnny Schmidt. He was the son of a bitch loser that ran him down."

Alex, intrigued, asks, "Any proof?"

Bonnie snarls and replies, "I was there, ma'am. I watched those losers push Johnny into the street and the bastard hit him. He didn't even stick around. Johnny died instantly, but that gave me no solace."

"Bonnie, are you willing to testify to that?"

"I am, ma'am. But, wouldn't that be better done in the Jurisdiction it happened in?"

"Where's that?"

"Upperton, Colorado, Sergeant Walker." Walker nods in approval as Bonnie's colleagues get to the room. "Sergeant Walker, this is my husband, Hirotaka. With him is Jessica Mach and Kim and Ron Stoppable."

"Stoppable? As in Ron Stoppable, formerly of Team Possible?" Alex's eyes light up as she looks Ron up and down, remarking, "I thought you and your wife gave up hero work."

"Just for a couple of years. I got a new knee in my leg to replace my original one. So, after I healed up enough from my surgery, Dr Director brought Kim, myself, Jessica, Bonnie and Hirotaka on board with GJ." Smirking, he can't help but add, "I've still got the mad Fu skills." His eyes slit thoughtfully as he thinks, 'Did I say that before? I'd remember if I did.'

"Mad Fu skills?" Walker is curious as he looks Ron over. "What kind of Fu?"

"Monkey Kung Fu."

"That's one I haven't tried yet. Let's have a match before you leave here."

"Sounds good to me, Sergeant. But, we have another matter at hand."

"Indeed." Turning toward Alex, he says, "Let's give him his trial before sending him to Colorado, Alex."

"I agree. If only we can contact Team Hawk. They did a good job with the Rockwaller transport, I don't really see why they can't with this one."

"Um, I hate to interrupt, but, what about our deal?" Foster's eyes are slitted with hostility as he goes on. "I gave you information in good faith. I expect compensation."

"The 'information' you provided was scant at worse. If you even knew about who had hired you, we'd be able to work with it. But, since you don't, you're looking at Capital Murder charges and the Electric Chair. Your lack of remorse and psychotic pride in your kills are appalling. Besides, we never really had a deal to begin with. You just yakked and yakked. Even after you were Mirandized." Alex then scowls at Foster, adding, "We have nothing further to discuss."

Walker lifts the man up off the seat and Foster retorts, "I was guaranteed a deal."

"They only guarantee that Justice will be done." Looking toward the doorway, and not seeing the GJ group, Walker starts pondering before saying, "If anything, they made things a little easier for us. Even more, they figured out what you were here for and they also have a pretty good idea of who it was that hired you."

"Who was it?"

"Oh no. If we tell you, you'll very likely claim that they hired you to save your miserable neck." Walker pushes the man onward as he says, "You're going to Huntsville. Today. Where you'll be bound over for trial."

"What about my bail hearing?"

"Murderers get no bail hearings in Texas, or even bail. No, I'm afraid you're on your own and out in the cold. If you like, though, we can hold a quick trial for you."

"That's fair enough."

Thirty minutes later, Foster is sitting in stunned disbelief as the Prison bus heads for Huntsville, where he'll then be sent to Texas' Death Row at another facility. 'How was that fair? Yeah, sure, I killed a lot of Texans cruelly, but was it really necessary to give me the chair?'

Looking around, Foster sees three men that he instantly pegs as white-supremacists, prompting him to look down at himself and gulp. All his life, he had been pressured to join the various white supremacist movements that came through his hometowns. Of course, there were times he'd wanted to join, but then remembered that some of his friends were of other races and found them to be good company.

Next thing he knows, the bus begins slowing down. 'Huh. Must be getting close to Huntsville.'

In front of the bus is a van, parked in the middle of the road, with it's hood up. When the bus comes to a halt, five men jump out of the van's back and opens fire. The bullets go right into the bus' driver, killing him instantly. A female Guard makes to activate the emergency locks, but is tripped by Slater.

"Now, now, sweet cheeks. Those are my friends, coming to pick me and my buddies up." Once the door had been forced open, Slater's friends enter the bus and begin unshackling the prisoners.

Slater turns and sees Foster with his hands up. "What's your name, man?You ready to blow this pop-stand?"

"Tom Foster. Oh yeah. Besides, I got some people to kill still."

Slater shrugs and says, "So be it, then." Grabbing the female Guard, he adds, "I'm gonna make sure you bear only the Supreme race, woman."

"No way in hell, you bastard!" Next thing everyone knows, they hear a helicopter. One that sounds very familiar to Sam. Slater turns to Sam and sees a grimace on his face.

"Who is it, Tutti-Frutti?" Sam turns to face Slater and frowns gravely.

"My name is Sam Rockwaller, not Tutti-Frutti, asswipe. You hear that? It's Team Hawk's helicopter. War Bird. Which means the others aren't that far away from us either. It's almost as if they'd been keeping an eye on this bus."

As his restraints are undone, Tom grins and asks, "Anyone of your friends have a rocket launcher? I can blow that bird right out of the sky."

Zack replies, "They might in their van. We can find out, though."

All of a sudden, Sam starts thinking about Team Hawk and his capture. Until his eyes bolt open in shock. "Holy cow." His mind suddenly races with rampant thoughts. 'It all makes sense now. Team Hawk's quick arrival in the village at the smoking cabin, the van, jet engines I heard. It all makes sense.'

Slater looks over at Sam and sees his shocked expression. "Rockwaller, you okay?"

Giving a soft smile, Sam replies, "Never better. But I need to have words with someone though. Just to confirm."

"Who?"

"You'll see. If they even follow us, that is." Sam snickers on the inside as he thinks, 'If I play my cards right, I can blackmail myself back into the mansion and throw Judith out onto the street. Right where she belongs.'