Kim Possible and Street Hawk: Ranger's Eyes p 9

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Dunking Delivery and Departure

As War Bird approaches the facility housing Texas' Death Row, she nods grimly, determined to see her duty through. All of a sudden, she sees a quick flash in front of her and a sudden constriction against her throat. Upon feeling the constriction, she begins fighting for her life. Suddenly, she hears Foster's menacing tone.

"The last thing your kids will be doing is smelling my stinking breath, Ms Rockwaller!"

Snarling, Bonnie forces the edge of the Tuff-Cuffs away from her neck and retorts, "You're not touching my babies, you fucking asshole!" Grabbing the .45 out of her holster, having changed to lethal rounds earlier, she fires and gets a grunt of pain. Only the pressure doesn't slack off. Firing again, she doesn't hear anything from behind her.

'Okay. Let's try another trick, Foster.' Opening the rear door, she jerks the control yoke to bank sharply to the right. That gets the result desired, as the constriction disappears completely from her throat. Righting the helo, she puts it into autopilot, gets up to confront Foster and sees him, his left shoulder bleeding heavily, hanging on to the doorway's frame for dear life.

Getting onto her knees, she snarls, "Just what the hell do you think you were doing, you goddamn motherfucking cock-sucking loser?"

"My contract. I still have to kill you."

"You were unconscious, you fucking shithead."

"The round never reached me. I've got a pad under my shirt here that stops those rounds you guys normally use. I was just playing possum, Ms Rockwaller. But, take heart. Once you're dead, I will be killing your kids."

"And I told you, you are so not touching my babies, you fucking loser!" Bonnie's eyes suddenly take on a manic light as she spots a lake nearby and asks, "Ever play 'Dunk or Deliver'? If not, which do you prefer?"

Seeing the lake, Foster says, "Deliver. Definitely deliver. After all, I can't swim!"

"Oh really? Sucks to be you. Wanna know why?" At Foster's nod, she replies, "Deliver is so not gonna happen. Yet." Giving him a thumbs down, she then says, "Dunk! Then I'll fuckin' deliver you. Buckle up!"

Returning to her seat, she begins forming her plan. Under her breath, she mutters, "Okay, loser. Let's just see if that pad of yours is waterproof. After all, if it's flimsy, it won't stop a blanker from reaching you."

Back outside the helo, Foster's screaming his head off. "You're not listening to me! I can't swim!" Unheeding of his cries, Bonnie hums a slight dirge as she lowers her visor and heads the helo toward the lake. "I'm being serious, you psycho bitch! I can't swim!"

Turning on the helo's P.A., she says, "Eternal lake, from which we came, receive Tom Foster. May God have mercy on his soul. Not!"

"You're crazy! You've gone around the bend. You'll hang for this! Please, don't do this or you'll hang!"

"May not be walking the plank, but this will do quite nicely. Yes." Bonnie gives an evil laugh before she adds, "Now you're mine, maggot. Watch that last step." At this point, she's over the lake and she jerks the yoke sharply to the right.

"MOMMY!" Foster screams as he falls into the lake and starts thrashing around once he's in the water. Suddenly, he feels firm ground underneath his form and stops struggling. "You psycho bitch!"

Evil laughter and machine gun fire is his reply as a series of 20mm blanker rounds hit his body and sends their serum into his chest cavity. Upon feeling the serum work it's way into his system, he goes unconscious, facing upward like a dead fish.

Ceasing fire, Bonnie takes a series of breaths before saying, "That was for Johnny, you son of a bitch." Pointing the helo toward the facility, she flies it to the perimeter and hovers just above the ground. "I have paperwork for a new inmate to go on your Death Row. He found out who I was and tried to kill me on the way here. I suggest you execute him ASAP." The Guard nods his understanding as she lifts up on the collective and flies the helo out of the perimeter.

At the Death Row facility, the Guards are morbidly fascinated by what's going on. One of them calls the Warden of the facility and tells him what's going on. The Warden, in turn, grabs his binoculars and looks outside his office window in time to see a man fall from an armed helicopter into the nearby lake and then get fired upon.

Next thing the Warden knows, the helo flies into the compound and it's pilot hands paperwork to the Guard before leaving the premises. All while the helo is hovering. The Warden summons the Guard to his office and, five minutes later, is watching Foster's unconscious form being put into his cell until his execution date comes.

Meanwhile, as Bonnie flies War Bird back to Slater's ranch, she lifts her visor and scowls. "It's only too bad that lake was shallow. That loser bastard should've drowned. Oh well. At least he won't be able to come after my babies now."

When she gets back to the compound, she sees her teammates and friends with their helmets off. Along with Walker and Ron engaged in martial arts with each other. "Now what?" When she sees Ron about to get swept, she nearly calls out to him, but holds her tongue. To her surprise, Ron's able to avoid it and bring Walker down with a kick to the chest.

Bonnie can't help but wince as she says, "That had to hurt. But, that's so a very good kick, Ron." With that, she brings the attack helicopter in for a landing.

On the ground, Walker grins as he gets back up and bows. "For someone that dabbles, that was very good, Ron. However, you should always keep your right flank covered. When you swung at me earlier, you were wide open."

"I will, Sergeant." Upon hearing and seeing the black helo, he then adds, "Well, here's War Bird." Watching the helo land, he covers his face with his hands to keep debris from flying into his eyes as does Walker. Once the rotors stop turning, Ron and Walker both uncover their faces and bow to each other.

Coming out of the bow, Walker nods and says, "I guess it's time for me to have my memory erased now."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Both men turn at Bonnie's voice and see her smiling her barracuda smile. Along with a line on her neck. "Anyone that can hold their own and is on the right side of the fence is okay in my book."

Ron can't help but feel concerned as he asks, "What happened to your neck, Bonnie?"

"Foster tried choking me and he threatened Hirotaka's and my babies. Our babies, Ron! That piece of loser trash threatened our babies! So, I dunked his ass and shot him with blanker rounds."

"My word. You okay, Bonnie?" Hirotaka removes his helmet and checks his wife's neck. "Doesn't look too deep. He must have tried using the Tuff-Cuffs as a crude garrote. But, his hands were behind his back though."

"He might be double-jointed. That could explain the attempt on her life." Trivette scowls as he goes on. "Foster was able to escape numerous attempts on his life. But, every hit man that went after him wound up deader than door-nails." Suddenly, his cell phone rings. "Trivette. Uh-huh. I see. Yes. We'll be there soon, Doctor." Trivette puts his phone back into his pocket and shakes his head.

"What's going on, Trivette?"

"That was the asylum, Walker. Bonnie's Father has regained consciousness. Even more, he claims to know who War Bird is." Trivette then sighs and says, "Looks like you may have to kill him after all, Bonnie. But, you may want to go as yourself."

"Indeed." Thirty minutes later, Bonnie and the others are in their regular clothes and riding in the bed of Walker's Ram, heading for the Texas insane asylum. Upon arrival, they're greeted by the head Doctor of the facility.

Walker nods at the man and says, "This is Bonnie Rockwaller. She's the daughter of the man that claims to know who War Bird is."

"Ah, yes, of course! This is truly an exciting moment!" Sweeping his arm inward, he says, "Come on in, please. I already have the video equipment set up so we can finally tell the world who it is behind that visor. Quite frankly, I hope War Bird does come here. I'd love to find out what's going on behind that visor. And here we are."

Bonnie gets a look at the grey steel door with a small window and steps forward. "Daddy?"

"Bunny? Is that you?" Sam's voice is guarded, yet seemingly overjoyed, at hearing her voice.

"Yes, Daddy. It's me. The Doctor tells me you know who War Bird is."

"That's right." The words alone are enough for her to reach down toward her handbag as he goes on. "But I can't tell you if you don't say please."

"Please, Daddy, who is War Bird?" In her mind, she adds, 'I'm sorry, Daddy. But if you blow my cover, I'll have to blow your ass away.' Suddenly, Sam appears, a loony smile on his face, and starts flapping his arms.

"I am War Bird! War, caw, caw, caw! I have a job to do! Bring pain to others around me! Please, tell no one!" Sam begins laughing insanely as his arms keep flapping. The Doctor then closes the window and sighs, just as Bonnie brings her hand back up from her handbag.

'That was so a close shave.' Feigning concern for her Father, Bonnie asks, "Will he be all right?"

"I'm afraid, from the looks of things, the memory blanking round has twisted his sense of reality. According to his blood workup, he was injected with the blanker round while he was unconscious. To put it bluntly, the man's lost his marbles."

"Will he ever regain them?"

"It's hard to say, Ranger Walker. Please, you've got to keep in mind this is the first time I came across insanity as a result of a blanker round."

Walker nods and says, "Thank you, Doctor. Ready to go, Ms Rockwaller?"

"I am, sir. Thank you, Doctor. Please, keep me posted as to how my Father's doing."

"I will, Ms Rockwaller. If you'll leave your number at the receptionist's desk, she'll get it to me."

Bonnie nods in reply as she and Walker head for the receptionist's desk. Five minutes later, they exit the facility after leaving the number for contact. Upon seeing her teammates, Bonnie smiles and nods.

"We're safe. My Father's a wacko now."

"Hmm, I thought he'd have been wacko to have left you guys in the first place." Bonnie's giggle is enough for Ron to continue. "If he wasn't wacko, he'd have stuck around to begin with." Bonnie screeches with laughter again, with tears of mirth running down her face. The team had already started laughing upon Ron's first crack and are already tearing up.

Between gasps and giggles, Bonnie manages to say, "Oh, that is so true, Ron! That is so frickin' true!"

Walker then asks, "Did you ever use the blanker rounds on an unconscious person before?"

"Nope. All the previous times before were when the subjects were awake and aware." Ron shrugs as he goes on. "What happened today with Bonnie's Dad was an aberration of sorts. Strange, definitely, but also unexpected. Normally, they'd knock the person out and cause them to sleep."

"What about when they wake up?"

"Their head's feeling like it's splitting like a log on a splitter." Bonnie shrugs and adds, "In any case, might as well stick with the consciousness route. Although, making criminals we come across crazy could help quite a bit."

Jessica can't help but quip, "I think they're crazy already. I mean, they'd have to be to want to take us down." The others laugh and nod with Jessica's assessment as they get into the Ram's bed. As the Ram leaves the asylum's grounds, Bonnie looks toward the facility and nods.

'It's better this way. Daddy can get the help he needs. Who knows? Maybe he'll want to try again.'

Three hours later, the members of Team Hawk are at the airport, loading their ground vehicles up into Sky Base when Walker's Ram arrives there. When Walker and Trivette step out, they see Hard Hawk in the final stages of loading into Sky Base.

"Hello, Rangers. What's up?" Sand Hawk steps up and nods to the two men. "We're just about ready to head out."

"I understand, Sand Hawk. In any case, a decision was reached within Company B."

"Oh? What kind of decision?"

"As you know, the Texas Rangers only have 99 members. After all, it's what they started out with, so it's tradition to stick with that number. However, who's to say there can't be a new kind of Ranger?" Trivette smirks as he brings out a form and adds, "So, therefore, upon a suggestion by Ranger Cooke, you guys are International Rangers. Since you go all over the world, you fit the criteria."

"This is very nice of you guys. But, don't you need higher authority to do it?"

Walker nods and replies, "I guess you might say that since your roster is top secret, you're off the books. Besides, it's just like what Alex said. You embrace the spirit of the Law. That's what makes a good Law Officer. Even though your procedures are not quite standard. Then again, my procedures aren't exactly standard either."

Trivette nods and adds, "Take it from me. I know what he's talking about. Where else are you going to find a Police Officer that hauls criminals in his pickup's bed?"

With that, both men return to the Ram, leaving Sand Hawk with the form in her hands. When the Ram leaves, she walks toward Sky Base, reading it as she goes along.

'Chartered this day, Team Hawk is now recognized as International Rangers. They've exhibited the qualities that are in the highest traditions of the Texas Rangers. Never stopping until the job is done and always with their group together.'

When she finishes reading it, she softly says, "This is so going into the Team Scrapbook."

"What is?" Upon hearing her husband's voice, she flips up her visor, revealing a pair of emerald green eyes. "Kim, what is it?"

"We're International Rangers now, Ron. First, we were Team Possible until you got hurt. Next, we became Team Hawk. Some time later, we were initiated into Mithril's SRT and now we're International Rangers. Sooner or later, things are going to get out of hand."

"I agree. But, you know how the Government is. If they want us to wait for another year, then we wait for another year." Looking down at the paper in Kim's hand, Ron flips up his helmet's visor and smirks, adding, "That would look badical in the Scrapbook though, KP."

Kim looks into Ron's brown eyes and quivers on the inside. Softly, she replies, "Yeah, it would. Wade's been working on it for quite a while now. Ever since after our first set of triplets was born."

"Well, I'm sure it'd be bon-diggity, KP." Kim can't help but giggle at her husband's antics. Particularly his using his nickname for her. Even after they had wed, she still loves it when he says her nickname. For with him around, anything is possible for her.

"Yeah, it would be, Ron." With that, Kim closes Sky Base's rear door and the couple goes down below to cuddle with each other during the flight.