Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Ranger's Eyes p 8

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

Tracking and Ass Kicking

Ten minutes before firing on the van, War Bird asks, "Smarty, are you still tracking that van?"

"I am, War Bird. How are you holding up?"

"So far, so good. I'm just a little too pissed off right now to say much of anything. Now's the time for action, not words."

"Well, like Yoda said, 'Beware the Dark Side, you must'."

"Ordinarily that may be true. But I don't think Yoda ever wanted to blow a person's brains out with a .45 caliber hollow-point to end their psychotic rampage. Besides, I'm tapping into the Dark Side just for today. I'm feeling a little dark at the moment."

"What are you going to do?"

"If I have to, put two into #34598012's fucking melon."

On Sky Base, Wade nods as he replies, "Understood. Good luck. Want me to call home for you?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

"Roger that. There are times I really hate the prospect, let alone the possibility, of having to do this."

"Yeah. I understand what you mean. War Bird out." With that, communication ends and Wade sets about notifying Judith Rockwaller.

Back in the air, Walker hears sniffling coming from War Bird and asks, "You okay, War Bird?"

"I'll be okay once I wipe that loser out. He's caused enough problems as it is."

"Who taught you that word, Ms Rockwaller?" When War Bird turns her head to look at Walker, he nods, grins and replies, "Your tone and venom was evident in that room in the Courthouse. Especially when you confronted Foster."

As War Bird raises her visor, he can see tears of anguish coming out of a pair of blue eyes that has so much anger in them. "He is a bastard, but he's still my Father." Bonnie shudders as she goes on.

"He wanted me to only make friends high on the 'food chain'. Problem was, I just wanted to be myself and make friends on my own terms. Do you know what it's like to be told by someone you thought loved you to call someone else you could be a friend with a 'loser'?"

"No, but I can understand. When my parents died, I was a boy. A lot of my Father's fellow tribesmen had sons. They didn't accept a partial Cherokee until I beat one of them in a fight."

"How'd they die? Your parents, I mean."

"They were murdered. One of the men that we're after is the grandson of my parents' killer. My parents were John and Elizabeth Firewalker. Dad was a full-blooded Cherokee and very proud. We were at a carnival one night and were leaving the grounds when it happened. Dad died at the scene, Mom a couple days later. The guy that killed them was named Max Slater. One of the fugitives is his grandson."

"Looks like we've got some unfinished business then." With that, Bonnie fires the thrusters, propelling the helo at a speed just below Mach 1. As she flies, she says, "You do realize I have to clear your memory."

"Is that even possible or necessary?"

"It is, sir. Too many people know as it is. It's not that I don't trust you, but if you were to be tortured, it'd take a miracle that you don't talk."

"I see your point. That's something my instructors told me while I was learning martial arts. Maintain discipline and hold your cards close to your vest. So, Ron knows Monkey Kung Fu?"

"Apparently so. It's a long story, details of which I'm not really privy to."

"I thought you guys were friends."

"We are, now. Remember that question earlier? My 'Father' told me to call Ron a loser when we were little. I kept it up, even while Team Possible started up. I noticed a change in him when he returned from Yamanouchi, but since I had a reputation to uphold, I never asked. I've regretted it ever since. Then, the greatest thing happened to me."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"Ron chewed my ass out just before he and Kim got together." Smirking, the brunette adds, "I never even thought he had it in him. Guess that just goes to show you it's not a good idea to underestimate Ron. Under any circumstances." Walker's chuckling is so intense, she can't help but chuckle as well.

Suddenly, he spots the van. "There they are, War Bird."

"I see it. Bringing weapons on line, now." Bringing her visor down, she begins targeting the van. Upon getting a good bead on the van, she says, "Rolling in hot with 20 mike-mikes." As the cannons fire, the van swerves to avoid the high-explosive/incendiary rounds from the barrels. "Slippery little dickens, aren't ya?"

Inside the van, Sam is getting to be very concerned. 'I know they use lethal tactics, but with a hostage in the mix? No, that's not their game plan.' He then bolts up and says, "They're trying to herd us. Stay the course. That helo's equipped with twin rotary cannons. Evade as much as you can."

The van's driver nods, just as the cannons fire again, hitting the engine this time. Once the van has rolled to a complete stop, the occupants rush out of the van and go into the brush.

On the ground below, Team Hawk's ground vehicles are rolling full out toward War Bird's direction. Of course, given the helo's speed, the cycles are in Hyperthrust while Sand and Hard Hawk are rolling along, even with their turbochargers. Sand Hawk looks at the truck in front of her and sighs.

"You okay, Sand?"

"I am, Hard. It's just that I'm worried about War Bird. Having to do what she has to can't be easy for her. Even if it is her Father. I can't help but wonder why he deserted her family."

"I hear that. But we can only hope we get there before she does something she'll probably regret."

"Knowing her, she won't regret it. Especially after what we just heard."

"Good point. But, still, let's just hope we get there before it gets to that point."

"Roger that. Hmm, I wonder if Norman would be adverse to putting Hyperthrust jets on both Sand and Hard Hawk."

"We could always ask him, but I don't think he'd feel it'd be a good idea. Now, Nitrous Oxide does sound like a good idea. Even with these turbochargers, we still need some speed. Nitrous would allow us some control without the turbochargers."

"But if used in conjunction with the turbochargers, we could go out of control without some kind of guidance system. Like what the bikes have."

On the cycles ahead of Hard and Sand Hawk, Ninja and Street Hawk race toward War Bird's direction, hoping she'll be able to resist killing on sight. Ninja sighs as he thinks about his beloved.

"You okay?"

"Hai. It's just that, my wife just may have to kill her own Father. I should be up there with her to comfort her."

"I'm the same way with my wife. Guys like us fit with women like them. They balance us out, just like we balance them out."

"Yeah, we sure do, Street." Five minutes later, they hear War Bird's rotors. "War Bird, this is Ninja. Street Hawk and I are coming up on your direction now."

"I copy, Ninja. The van's disabled and escapees are on foot. According to Ranger Walker, Slater has a compound just off the main road. How do you want to go in, Street?"

"Hard, heavy and fast."

War Bird's gleeful tone is evident as she replies, "Oh, my favorite. Then again, we do it like that so much, it's no wonder it's my favorite." She then says, "I have you both in my sight."

"Copy that, War Bird." With that, Hyperthrust ends and the cycles slow to a complete stop, with War Bird hovering over them. Fully intent on waiting for Sand and Hard Hawk to arrive, the cycles power down and both riders dismount after bringing down the kickstands.

In the air above the cycles, Walker looks over at Bonnie and sees her seething still. He can't help but ask, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just waiting for the other ground units to get here. I'm going to kick that loser's ass so hard, the next one is so going to feel it."

"Which loser?"

"My 'Father'. He's the loser that needs to have his ass kicked. You can kick Slater's ass and Ron can kick Foster's ass. The others can get everyone else." With that, she brings her visor back down, going back to her War Bird persona.

Thirty minutes later, Sand and Hard Hawk both arrive, with DPS units behind them. Once everyone is gathered, War Bird begins. "Okay, according to the infrared, they're heading for the main structure on the grounds. They should be there by now. So, Street Hawk and Ninja will roll in heavy, with their .50 calibers, with Sand and Hard Hawk right behind with their 20 mike-mikes. I'll provide air support and keep an eye out for the hostage. Any snipers among you?"

Morrisey raises his hand and replies, "I'd done some sniping in the Gulf War, ma'am."

"Great. Here's what you'll do. You'll fire a round at a random object, getting their attention. Here's the kicker. The random object has to be within the structure. Street and Ninja will then roll in, secure the hostage and get out of there. If all goes well, we won't have a body count. A big one, that is."

The African-American Officer replies, "This should be interesting." With that, he returns to his Department-issued Camaro and brings out an AR-15 rifle. "I'll position myself in a tree just outside the perimeter. I just need five minutes. Wish me luck."

"Good luck, Morrisey."

"Thanks, Ranger Walker." At that, Morrisey walks into the forest, his tan DPS uniform melding in with the bark on the dying trees. Five minutes later, he's in position. "I've got an eagle eye. Spotted the hostage. She's tied to a chair in the kitchen, with one of the perps leering at her. I'm targeting a plate, second shelf from the top. When you hear the shot, move on in. Hopefully, it'll be a good enough distraction."

Back at the vehicles, Walker gets back into the helo with War Bird and Trivette while Officer Dana Logan gets into Hard Hawk. Sydney and Gage take up with Sand Hawk, allowing the two cycles to charge in for when the shot is fired.

In his perch, Morrisey grins as he pulls the trigger, sending a 5.56mm Full Metal Jacket round through the glass window and breaking the plate. Upon seeing the perp duck when the plate shatters, Morrisey hears the ground vehicles' engines and the helo's twin turbines heading for the structure.

Inside the structure, Slater, Sam and Foster are discussing the best way to trap Team Hawk. Or rather, Sam is sitting patiently and fuming as the two other men sling ideas back and forth. Slater then perks up his head with a maniacal look.

"I have it! Let's use their equipment against them! I can ride a motorcycle. I'm pretty sure you can too, Foster."

"I don't think that'll work, Zack."

"Why not? It's just a motorcycle, isn't it?"

"I once heard a rumor about this motorcycle. It throws off people that are not authorized to ride it."

"Oh, yeah right. I suppose next you'll tell me it runs on top of water, too."

Sam smirks and cuts in, replying, "Actually, it has that capability. I should know. I saw it, as did my buddies the day we were busted. By my daughter and her friends." Upon seeing them turn their heads his way, he adds, "That's right. You heard me. It may not be confirmed, but I feel I'm right on the money."

Slater scoffs and says, "I don't think I'm quite following you, Sam."

"Well, let's see if you can follow me around the room, then. Think about it. The jet engines I heard that evening match the ones I heard on my flight down here. Bonnie being with Ron in the tavern and later in the Police Station under GJ's Jurisdiction. Bonnie and her friends getting into the van that later drove me here from the airport. Team Hawk's prompt arrival at the cabin when the fire started. War Bird's venom yesterday matching Bonnie's in the Police Station in Oregon. It all fits."

Sam's fist shakes in anger as he then says, "My own daughter, my littlest baby girl, was there to stop me and she had the help of that loser, her husband and friend to boot. I bet if those other two women weren't pregnant, they'd have been part of the field operations unit as well." Next thing the men know, they hear a plate break and engines heading their way.

Slater smiles evilly and says, "Sounds like they're coming. Shall we give it a try?" Foster and Sam both nod and grin maliciously. "Just remember, don't destroy the bikes. I want to ride one."

Next thing Slater knows, he hears two plate glass windows break and two sets of motorcycle tires set down onto the living room floor. 'I hope my insurance covers this kind of madness. If he was still alive, Grandpa would be shooting every single one of them. After all, he made these windows himself!'

Next thing Slater knows, Sam and Foster are grabbing his arms and hurtling him through the house, intent on escaping the two motorcycle riders. Suddenly, they hear rapid gunfire and the ceiling explodes above them.

Inside War Bird, Walker is impressed with the pilot's icy demeanor, for he had heard every single word that Sam Rockwaller had said. 'How can she stay so calm? Especially when her own Father had figured her out!' Next thing he knows, he catches a glimpse of her thumb going toward her cannon button.

"What're you doing?"

War Bird turns her head and replies, with a distorted Austrian accent, "Trust me." At Walker's nod, she opens fire, targeting the roof and obliterating it in mere seconds. Using the same accent, she says, "Peek-a-boo, I see you!"

Inside the cabin, Slater screams, "Those aren't mere rotary cannons! That helo's equipped with twin Dragon Mouths!"

In the back of the helo, Trivette is laughing his head off. "Let's go get them, Arnette."

"Roger." Trivette laughs at the accent again as War Bird returns to her usual distorted voice. "Ugh. It's a good thing California's Governor is from there, otherwise doing an Austrian accent would be murder on the vocal cords if you weren't." Trivette and Walker laugh in agreement as War Bird spots Slater, Foster and Sam down below. "Those two are all yours, guys. I want the asshole."

Walker can't help but grin as he asks, "Which one, though? They're all assholes."

"Oh, that is so true." War Bird then sees Street Hawk and Ninja engage Foster in battle and Sam slipping away. 'Oh no you don't, Daddy. Naughty, naughty.' Next thing War Bird knows, Walker's going into the back of the helo and preparing a strap he had found under the seat. 'Just like you did before, Ron.'

"Trivette, go with her. Something tells me if left alone with him, she may wind up hurting him very badly."

"You got it, Walker." As he watches Walker go down the strap, he says, "I don't know how I can help, but I'm willing to try."

"Can you fly a helo?"

"Yeah, I can."

"Good. Come on up here and take over for me. I'm going need you to get us lower here so I don't bust my legs."

"Got it." Five seconds later, he's in the co-pilot's seat and handling the controls as War Bird undoes her restraints. "Okay, I'm in the groove. Get ready, I'm about to almost hit the deck."

"Roger that." War Bird takes position at the still-open door, grabs the strap and sets herself in her cheerleading stance. 'Oh, this so brings back memories.' Checking her .45 to ensure she has her memory blankers in place, she remembers a classic line and slightly amends it. "Send a maniacal daughter to catch a maniacal Father."

"Ready, steady, go."

"Rockwaller!" At that, War Bird slides down the strap, facing the ground with her legs outstretched below her. Once she hits the ground, she starts running after Sam. 'You're not getting away from me that easily!'

Up ahead, Sam looks back and sees War Bird chasing after him. Just before he trips over a fallen log, spraining his left ankle. As he clutches his ankle, he hears War Bird chuckling meanly. Taking a chance, he says, "You have a lot of nerve, Bunny." Turning back toward his pursuer, he sees her walking sedately toward him.

"Who's 'Bunny'?"

"You are, Bonnie. I figured it all out. Now, let's discuss a deal. You get Judith to sign over everything to me and I won't blab to anyone else about you being 'War Bird'. What do you say, Bunny?"

"How long ago did you figure it out?" War Bird's hand goes toward the holster, prompting Sam's quick answer.

"Just about fifteen, maybe twenty minutes ago." Much to his surprise, he sees War Bird lift her visor, revealing a pair of angry blue eyes. Bonnie's angry blue eyes.

"You do realize blackmail is illegal, don't you."

"Please, don't give me that. You and your 'friends' are vigilantes, operating outside the Law. If that's not illegal, I don't know what is."

"Actually, we're fully-sanctioned. There are those that know who we are, but we trust them. You, however, are a security risk. So, on that note, steps must be taken to ensure project security. One of them is this." Bonnie brings out the .45 and aims at Sam.

"You'd shoot me? Your own Father? Your own flesh and blood?" Sam shakes his head in a pathetic attempt to spare his own life, adding, "I always imagined I'd be buried, but not shot down like a dog."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. This is non-lethal ordnance. All it does is wipe out five hours of memory. Of course, when it hits you, you fall asleep. Five hours later, you wake up with the biggest fucking headache ever known to man. Which means you won't remember figuring me out, or even our little chat for that matter. Nighty night, 'Daddy'."

Bonnie then snorts and incredulously adds, "I just can't believe it took you about three months to finally figure us out. I guess what they say is true. Alcohol does kill brain cells." Smiling her barracuda smile, she starts squeezing the trigger.

"No, I won't let you!" Sam gets up from the ground and leaps toward her, intent on keeping Bonnie from shooting him. "I'll tell the world!" BAM! Sam reels completely around from the impact against his jaw and falls to the ground, out colder than ice cream.

"Damn, I've been wanting to do that ever since you left us. Hell, I even wanted to slug you even worse in Oregon." Bonnie rubs her fist angrily and snarls, "I told you. I don't take too kindly to blackmail at all. Just gotta wait for you to wake your stupid ass up. Or, even better, I think I'll send a blanker into you while you're asleep. Yeah, let's try the latter."

Stepping about five feet back, she triggers the round, sending it into his chest. "Hopefully, it'll work like it's supposed to." She then snorts and adds, "By the way, if you think I'm going to lug your fat ass back to the ranch, all by myself, you're crazier than I was." Slinging her visor back down, she turns around and walks back toward the ranch, intent on finding some help to carry her unconscious 'Father's form back there.

Back at the ranch, Walker is duking it out with Slater. So far, Slater's barely holding his own. "You're outmatched, Slater. Give it up."

"No way in hell, half-breed." Slater then reaches into his pocket and brings out a switchblade knife. One that's very familiar to Walker. "Remember this knife? Yeah, you do. It's the one that killed your savage Father and your stupid Mother. Get ready to join them!" Charging at Walker, Slater doesn't notice Hard Hawk until he feels a foot trip him. As he falls to the floor, he barely recalls the knife as it pierces his stomach.

"Didn't your Mama ever tell you it's not safe to run with knives? You could hurt yourself, you racist idiot. What do you think, Ranger Walker?"

"I agree, Hard Hawk. Thanks for the assist."

"No problem. I'll go kick some more of his buddy's ass. It's really quite fun." With that, Hard Hawk proceeds to punch and kick one of the racists senseless.

Walker smirks as he looks down onto Slater's prone form and sees the man scowling at him. "Now that young lady knows how to take pride in her work."

"Shut up, half-breed, and get me a damn medic."

Meanwhile, Street Hawk and Ninja are taking turns slugging it out with Foster and another one of Slater's racist friends. Right now, Foster has a broken nose, two black eyes, three broken teeth and four broken ribs. The racist, on the other hand, is faring much worse.

After all, a pair of guys going up against a pair of crime-fighters trained in Monkey Kung Fu when having only trained in two classes of standard Karate are just asking to get hurt or worse!

Foster falls to the floor, screaming, "I give! I give!" Taking a moment to breathe, albeit painfully, he adds, "I'm ready to go to Prison now."

"All right. But first, we gotta do something about your memory." Ninja brings out his Glock and primes it. "No need to worry. It's only a memory-erasing serum. You won't remember what Mr Rockwaller told you and you certainly won't even remember getting your asses whooped." He then sends a round into Foster's chest and another into the racist's chest. As both men lapse into unconsciousness, Ninja feels Street Hawk's hand on his shoulder.

"Nice one, buddy. You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"I am, Street-san."

At this point, Sand Hawk is making her way to the captive Guard and makes to free her. "How you doing?"

"Oh, I've been better. Seeing you guys is just about the only highlight of this nightmare. Behind you!" Sand Hawk kicks backward, nailing a racist, wielding a baseball bat, right in his groin.

"You little bitch!" Next thing the guy knows, Sand Hawk has her Beretta out and aimed at the man's head. In a whiny voice, he says, "Oh shit. I'm fucked."

"In your dreams, numb-nuts." Waving the gun toward the Guard, she then says, "Untie her and sit down."

"I think not." With that, the racist makes to remove Sand Hawk's helmet, only to find the barrel pressed against his chin. "You wouldn't shoot a stud like me, would you?"

"You? A stud? You are so not a stud. You're fat, lazy and incompetent. Besides, I'm happily married." Giving him another kick in the groin, she adds, "Now, untie her." As the man unties the Guard, he grumbles, only to get a bullet shot into his backside.

As the man cries out in pain, Sand Hawk can't help but giggle meanly. "Oh, don't be such a big, fat baby. It's only a 9mm hollow-point. You can take it."

As Hard Hawk dukes it out with the racist, she notices that he's open at his left flank when he jabs. Next thing she knows, the man jabs again, prompting her action. She ducks down, sweeps her gloved hand, knife-edge out, around in a knife-like motion and catches him in his kidney. This distracts him long enough for her to punch him in the face, breaking his nose.

"You little bitch! I'll fucking kill you!"

"No, you won't." That said, she draws her Desert Eagle and shoots the man's testicles off. "There. Your hatred-filled seed can no longer be passed, as it no longer exists."

The man falls to the floor, clutching his destroyed manhood, crying, "My balls." As he cries out in pain, sirens can be heard, along with War Bird's rotors as the attack helicopter lands on the grounds. The whole mop-up takes fifteen minutes.

Just before Slater's loaded into the Ambulance, he unknowingly receives an injection of memory-erasing serum. Courtesy of Wade, disguised as an EMT. As Slater goes unconscious, he catches sight of Wade and groans his displeasure.

Five medics follow War Bird into the woods and find Sam Rockwaller still unconscious and babbling total nonsense. His words are so incoherent, it prompts them to put a straight-jacket on him. The Medics then take him to the insane asylum for primary diagnosis.

The racists are loaded into separate Ambulances while Foster's loaded into War Bird to complete his trip to Texas' Death Row. The female Guard is escorted to a waiting DPS Mustang and is then driven to Huntsville for debriefing.

As the units leave, Walker turns toward Street Hawk and nods his approval of them. "Earlier yesterday, Ranger Cooke said you guys should be Rangers. Even though you're not residents of Texas, I agree. You have the spirit of Rangers." Sydney nods in agreement as Walker goes on. "I understand you're able to erase memories. How long and far back does it reach?"

Sand Hawk replies, "It erases about five hours worth of memories. That's about it. That's on conscious subjects. We haven't really tried it on unconscious subjects. Although it looks like War Bird did."

"Yeah. I see your point. Well, let's have a good four and a half hours before you erase the memories, then." Pointing at Street Hawk, Walker then says, "Starting with a round of martial arts. I'd like to see what Monkey Kung Fu looks like, Ron." The other Rangers gasp as Street Hawk chuckles and removes his helmet, revealing Ron's freckled face and blond hair.

"Now that would be bon-diggity, Ranger Walker." With that, Ron bows, with Walker returning it. "Just so you know, I've kinda been out of practice. I mainly dabbled in it. Hirotaka's much better at it than I am."

"Well, let's just see what you have then, Ron." With that, both men start their match.