Special Delivery p 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Street Hawk, Transformers, Viper or Full Metal Panic! Wish I did, though.

Onboard the twin turboprop flying toward Tokyo, Ron looks over toward Tessa and notices her eager joy-filled smile is hiding an angered grimace.

"Okay, Tessa. Out with it. Why are you happy and so tweaked at the same time?" Tessa looks back toward Ron and giggles nervously, keeping her smile for effect.

"I don't know what you mean, Ron."

"Don't lie to me, Tessa. The others and I may not have been affiliated with Mithril long, but we can spot a lie pretty easily."

"That's enough, Ron!" Stuart's voice cuts across like a laser beam as he goes on. "Don't forget that she's my Captain and one of the people that welcomed you onto the SRT! She wouldn't lie!"

"I remember, Stuart. But she's now majorly tweaked about something. You know what being tweaked constantly can lead to? Ulcers. If she doesn't unload, she's going to get a flippin' ulcer over time."

"There's no real…" Stuart's voice trails off as Tessa starts sniffling. "Now see what you started?"

"It's not Ron's fault, Lieutenant. I am 'tweaked' as he so elegantly put it. I'm just using a smile to hide it."

"Tessa?" Bonnie's voice is soothing to Tessa as she goes on. "What's got you so tweaked?"

"Leonard."

"Your dead brother? Why would he tweak you?"

"It seems he plagues me, Kim, even after death. One minute, I'm dreaming I'm with Daniel, the next minute, I'm dressed and in front of Leonard." Clenching her fists angrily, she goes on. "He said that people like me belong with others of our kind while others belong at either our service or six feet under. He even had Daniel killed in front of me in my dream!"

"Okay. What did he mean by 'people like you belonging with others of your kind'? While 'others belong either at your service or six feet under'? What did he mean by that, Tessa?" Kim's question gets a sad smile from Tessa.

"He basically saw himself as superior to others."

"Sounds like Leonard was a Nazi-type, Tessa."

"That's a fairly good description, Tara. But, he wasn't always like that. At the same time, however, I always felt inferior to him. When I was six, I answered one of Albert Einstein's non-linear differential equations."

"Einstein, huh? That's some heavy shit there, Tessa. At six, too. Pretty damn smart in my book. So why feel inferior to him?"

"He was four when he did it, Felix."

"Yeah, he solved it at four. Big deal. Just because someone does something at a particular age doesn't make them superior or inferior to others. For that matter, who was the eldest sibling? You or that Nazi-wannabe?"

"He was, Kim."

"See? Your complex is simply because he was your big brother. So he solved it before you did. Big deal. Did you solve it on Leonard's prompting or did you do it on a whim?"

"A whim, Ron. Just to see if I could do the same."

"There you go, Tessa." Tessa gives Ron a grateful smile before finding herself curious. Electing to get the mood livelier, she does so by changing the subject.

"Ron, what kind of truck is Hard Hawk, anyway? I know about the Street Hawk and Ninja motorcycles. Along with the Sand Hawk dune buggy and War Bird helicopter. But I've never gotten any in depth information about Hard Hawk. I've been wondering about that for a good while now."

"Base model is a 2005 Ford F-150. 5.4 liter Triton V-8. When I came across it for the first time after our first set of triplets was born, it had been rammed into one of Middleton's premier banks. Luckily, it had a front brush guard that totally surrounded the front end. Top to bottom, side to side. You'd never find a more formidable truck elsewhere. Well, other than in Mithril."

Tessa giggles at that as a crewman comes out of the cockpit.

"Captain Testarossa, we've got an incoming message from Tactical Headquarters. Admiral Voda, ma'am."

"Thank you, I'm on my way." Making her way to the cockpit, she accepts the headset and says, "Testarossa."

"Tessa, I see you were granted short notice leave. What happened?"

"Something came up and I felt I should resolve it as soon as possible."

"Is it something to do with a certain young man named Daniel Simpson?" Voda's question is enough to cause Tessa to blush beet red. "Commander Mardukas told me about him after he met with him in L.A. He's usually a good judge of character, Tessa."

"Yes, it is to do with Daniel."

"Very well, then. I look forward to meeting with him in the future."

"I'm sure he'd like to meet you as well, Uncle. Is that all?"

"Not quite. Intelligence got wind of the retired Team Hawk's mission of mercy thanks to Indonesia's junta squawking foul about the whole thing. They're demanding that the U.N sanction Team Hawk for interference in the junta's role in the disaster relief. Retired or not."

Tessa snorts incredulously, asking, "What role? Those bozos in the junta could care less about what happens to the people over there. Far as I'm concerned, it was a mission of mercy that was long overdue. In Team Hawk's opinion, that is."

"I agree, as does General Amit."

"That's not like him."

"I'll say, Tessa." The tone in Voda's voice raises Tessa's curiosity to no end. Along with concerns her deeply.

"Uncle, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Yes, there is, Tessa. The junta had, after squawking about Team Hawk, announced that the next time either of Team Hawk's air vehicles enters Indonesian airspace, that aircraft will not leave that airspace."

"They'd shoot them down?"

"Yes. And they expressed the same desire as to the Thunderbirds. Even more, those onboard would be tried, convicted and executed. If they survive the shoot down, that is."

"That's unacceptable!"

"Agreed. But, until the doves in the U.N. Security Council can get those words calmed down, Team Hawk is to stand down. Retired or not."

"Well, I'm pretty sure this was a one-time gig for them, Uncle."

"Sure. It all starts with just one time. Then it goes on and on. The desire to help people is very addictive."

"Yeah. But, at least it's much healthier than the negative kinds of addictions." Voda's chuckles cause Tessa to giggle as well.

"Oh yeah it's much healthier. Until some schmuck decides your help is bad for relations with other nations."

"If the schmuck has a problem, it's that schmuck's, not ours or Team Hawk's." Tessa then grimaces lightly, knowing what she has to tell her Uncle won't be easy. "There's more, Uncle. It's about Leonard."

Back in the main part of the plane's cabin, Kim's Kimmunicator beeps. When Kim brings it out and turns it on, she sees the face of her Father-in-Law.

"Hi, Mr Stoppable."

"Kim, how many times do I have to tell you? You're family now. Call me either Dad or Robert."

Blushing sheepishly, Kim replies, "Sorry about that, Robert. Even after about three years of marriage to Ron, I still feel like a stranger."

Robert's face gives her a warm smile as the man replies, "Perfectly understandable, Kim. In any case, is Ron around?"

"Right here, Dad. What's up?"

"I just got a call from the IO in San Francisco regarding Dad's death."

Ron tentatively swallows and asks, "Did he find anything new?"

"Yes, but I think it'll be better if you weren't surrounded by so many eyes and ears, son."

"Dad, what you have to say to me can be said right now. Even with eyes and ears nearby."

"Very well, son." Robert sighs and shakes his head before going on. "It's been reclassified as a murder. Possibly a hate crime." The shocked gasps of everyone within earshot get his attention. Prompting his curiosity. "Where in the name of the Torah are you, anyway?"

"Kim and I are on a plane heading toward Japan to see some friends, Dad." Ron's flat reply gets everyone's attention, telling them that something was now bothering him. "Bonnie, Hirotaka, Felix, Tara, Jessica and Stuart are with us. We should be back in the States in about three days."

"I see. Something's been bothering me, son. Just where do you guys go to when your children are being watched over by us?"

"You know how it is with us former globe-hoppers."

"All too well, but one would think that your destroyed knee would've curtailed that for keeps."

"Maybe at first, but you know what they say. 'You can't keep a globe-hopper from hopping the globe for very long'. I guess I was just born that way." Robert's smile at Ron's words flashes briefly, even if they came out in the same flat infliction.

"I guess so, son. But don't make the same mistake your Mother and I did with you. Away all the time, not able to spend time with you. Your Mother and I regret that to no end, son."

"I understand, Dad. You and Mom did good for the most part, though. How else would I have turned out without you?"

"The way you turned out had nothing to do with us, son. If anything, Kim, the Tweebs, James and Amanda deserve the kudos for helping you grow. I'm so proud of you, son."

Back in the cockpit, Tessa says, "And that's the situation as it stands, Uncle."

"I see, Tessa. To think that Leonard had turned out to be a bad egg. The very discovery of it must have hurt you to no end."

"It did. Add to that Lieutenant Sagara's 'Godfather' being with Leonard at the time as part of Amalgam clearly did not sit well with the Lieutenant. Along with what the man did to his parents. It's a wonder he hasn't gone psychotic yet."

"Hmm. I think the mission to Tokyo may actually have done Sagara some good. Next time you see her, tell 'Angel' I appreciate what she did for Sagara and I look forward to seeing their child in her arms. And to think that Sagara's performance with Arbalest would've improved if 'Angel' was out of his life for keeps. Boy, were we ever off-base."

"Yes, Uncle. We were. If nothing else, I better get back with the others."

"Nothing else, Tessa. Enjoy your time off."

"I will. Testarossa out." Handing the headset back to the crewman, she asks, "How long until we reach Tokyo, Mr McCormick?"

"About three hours between here and Haneda Airport, Captain."

"Very good. Thank you."

"You're welcome, ma'am." Tessa gives the crewman a small grin before exiting the cockpit. As she exits, she sees Kim putting her Kimmunicator away and Ron wearing an angry frown.

'Now what?' Walking over toward the group, she softly asks, "Why's Ron tweaked?"

"Grandfather was murdered apparently. The IO's considering it to be a hate crime." At Tessa's gasp, Ron closes his eyes and adds, "I'll find out more when we get back to the States."

"Or we could call the IO and find out more, Ron. Like you said, the longer you carry this around, the higher the chances of an ulcer."

"Yeah, I know. I'm still in shock about finding out, though." Bonnie then finds herself curious and gently pats Ron's prosthetic knee.

"Who was the IO on your Grandfather's case anyway, Ron?"

"Back then, he was a regular patrolman on the SFPD. Currently, he's Captain of the SFPD's Special Investigations Unit." Ron snorts in amusement as he adds, "His penchant for magic's a big hit, too. His name's Nash Bridges and he doesn't stop investigating until he gets all the facts."

"Sounds an awful like you and K, Ron."

"Yeah, it does, Bon-Bon. But, for right now, let's change the subject. Tessa, what did Leonard mean exactly? I mean, did he use a slur of sorts?"

"Yes, Ron. He called those not like us 'mundanes'. Just because your IQ's are somewhat below ours. But in all reality, it allows you to live normal lives. In fact, I'm quite jealous of you guys. You're not being hunted for technological secrets like Kaname was and still is."

"Oh, that loser Leonard's so lucky Kaname killed him."

"Why's that, Bonnie?"

"Because I'd have hurt the loser first, Tessa. Hurt him so badly, he'd be pleading for death. But first, I'd hurt him even more before I grant him death."

"I see. Kaname was kind of merciful toward him even though she shot him several times in non-lethal areas. I guess she got tired of his whining and decided to put him out of her misery."

"I so wish I was there to see it."

"As do I." Her face then takes on a look of evil mischief before she adds, "If he was still alive, I'd torture Leonard in the worst possible way. During an interrogation about Amalgam."

"What kind of torture, Tessa?" Ron's question gets an evil snicker from Tessa before she gives her reply.

"Mr Kalinin's special borscht, Ron. I can just imagine it." In her mind's eye, she watches the scenario play out.

"What can you tell me about Amalgam, Leonard?"

"That is no concern of yours, Tessa. Why ask?"

"So Mithril can better counter Amalgam's plots."

"You and Mithril will not succeed, sister. Amalgam will succeed and prevail and Mithril will be no more. Along with that insignificant mercenary Sagara."

"I see. Your reply is unacceptable. I'll have to resort to sinister means. Mr Kalinin." When the man appears, she says, "Bring in the borscht if you please."

"Yes ma'am." As Kalinin goes to get his pot, Tessa turns back to her brother and explains it to him.

"You should be aware that Mr Kalinin made it. His late wife's recipe, no less."

"Ah. I trust you've had it before. I've enjoyed that dish as well during my visits to Russia. But for the life of me, isn't this an interrogation? What use is borscht going to be as an interrogation tool if I enjoy it?" For a slight instant, Leonard can swear his younger sister has a wicked snicker.

"I have. His final result, too. Borscht with cream was his wife's specialty when she was alive. He's successfully recreated her recipe through trial and error. Mainly because he'd be missing certain ingredients." Tessa's wicked snicker soon becomes psychotic as he puts the spoon into his mouth. "As for this being an interrogation, it is." Only for him to spit it out in revulsion from the taste and her words.

"WHAT THE FUCK? This is not how borscht is supposed to taste! What the heck's in here, anyway?"

"Along with the standard beets and other ingredients for borscht, miso paste and cocoa powder."

"And this is his late wife's recipe?" At her nod and evil smile, he starts to get up until he notices he's clamped down solidly on his seat. "Okay. What's going on here?"

"Simple. This is an interrogation. You're not going anywhere until that bowl's empty and you've spilled your guts about Amalgam."

"I'm not eating that crap! As for spilling my guts, you mean literally or figuratively?"

"Figuratively, of course." Bringing up her Walther, Tessa retorts, "The way I see it, you've got two options. Talk or die!"

"If I refuse?" He's then horrified when Tessa shoves another spoonful into his mouth. With Kalinin holding his mouth shut until he swallows it in revulsion.

"Then it is eat the borscht or die, Leonard."

"Tessa, if I talk or even eat this version of borscht, I could die!"

"Very well, then. Talking, death by borscht or by bullet. Your choice."

"I'd rather take the bullet."

"Suit yourself. Mr Kalinin. You're on."

"Thank you, Madam Captain."

Tessa comes out of it, her evil smile plastered on before it becomes a disappointed frown. "But since he's already dead by Kaname's hand, I won't get that chance at all."

"Oh well. Shit happens." Bonnie then shrugs before asking, "Shouldn't we call Sousuke and Kaname? You know, to let them know we're on our way to Tokyo?"

"I agree. The sooner they know, the more time they have to prepare for our arrival. Kim, can your Kimmunicator be used to contact secure sat-phones like Lt Sagara's?"

"I don't see why not, Tessa."

"May I see it, please?"

"Sure." As Kim hands the device to Tessa after bringing it out, she adds, "I just wish Wade was here as well, but he had meetings to go to after we were decommissioned."

"Oh? Meetings where?"

"Let's see. MIT, UCLA, Harvard, Stanford. All his old schools, for that matter. Probably because he's an alumnus for those schools."

"Hmm, I wonder if he's one of us."

"Huh?" The collective question causes Tessa to giggle weakly before sighing.

"I suppose by now that you know modern technology used by Mithril is not at all normal. The Arm Slaves, Arbalest's Lambda Driver, the TDD-1's propulsion system, the ECS. They're all overdeveloped and supported by a system known as Black Technology. Kim's Kimmunicator was designed by a child genius, correct? One that's never left his room until after the Tracy couples were rescued."

"Yeah. Why?"

"I can't be sure until I actually meet with him, but he may be one of the 'Whispered', Kim. If he is, I'm surprised he made it this far without Mithril's protection."

"One of the 'Whispered'? How do you mean, Tessa?"

"Did you ever wonder why Lieutenant Sagara was sent to Tokyo to begin with, Tara?"

"High school education to get ahead in Mithril's ranks? Falling in love with a civilian girl?"

Giggling at Ron's questions, Tessa replies, "Not quite, though those two things did him some good. He was originally sent to be Kaname's bodyguard because it was thought the KGB would try abducting her."

"The Russian Secret Service? Why them, Tessa?" Bonnie's question gets a start of a summary from Tessa as she works the Kimmunicator. Needless to say, it bums Bonnie out to no end when it's finished. "Jeez, and to think I thought people that were exceptionally bright were simply brainy nerds that don't know how to relax or cut loose."

"Not all 'brainy nerds' as you put it are 'Whispered', Bonnie. Most of them are exceptionally bright. The ones that are 'Whispered' speak technological specs while in a daze of sorts. Or, they mumble them in their sleep."

"Okay. So how did Kaname come to Mithril's attention?"

"I'm not sure of the specifics, Kim, but I'm sure Intelligence has a man in every school system keeping an eye out for those with strong scores in certain areas. As do those that seek to exploit the 'Whispered' and the knowledge they carry within the deep recesses of their minds."

"Did Kaname always know about her hidden abilities?"

"No, Tara. Not until the Khanka incident, at least. Even more, Lieutenant Sagara and Lieutenant Commander Kalinin didn't expect Gauron to be there. Or alive, for that matter."

"You mean he did that 'playing' dead thing before? With the clones and all?"

"That's the general consensus, Stuart. They thought that loon was dead in the Helmajistani province in Afghanistan, but he'd survived somehow. Then came the Helmajistan mission when Gauron was revealed to be alive. Sagara came back alive when the unit he went with was completely slaughtered. Gauron's AS had been destroyed, with Gauron still inside it." Stuart pieces it together before scowling.

"Geez, Lieutenant Sagara must have had it rough that time."

"He did indeed. When the TDD-1 was hijacked, Gauron was alive until he'd been thrown off. Just before his Venom AS exploded. For a time, Sousuke had gone back to trying to adapt to a civilian setting, but without much luck." Tessa pauses to see if everyone's paying attention. When she sees they are, she goes on.

"But Mithril didn't like the fact that Sousuke was splitting his time with Arbalest in between missions and protecting Kaname. Even more, they were disappointed that he couldn't utilize the Lambda Driver at will while our enemies had success with theirs through intense training and drugs. So, Intelligence and Tactical combined their heads and ordered Lieutenant Sagara clear out of the safe house."

"Why? To what end, Tessa?"

"To give his undivided attention to Arbalest, Tara. All to further improve his ability to use the Lambda Driver."

"What exactly is that, Tessa? I heard you mention it earlier and found myself curious. Along with during our first briefing for the mission in Shanghai."

"A repulsion field generator, Hirotaka. Machines equipped with the technology are able to both destroy other machines and protect themselves. In the case of the Arbalest, however, it'll only work when the pilot's life is in extreme danger." Ron snorts at that and leans forward.

"Maybe it's better that way, Tessa. After all, like the saying goes. 'Absolute power corrupts'. Could it be the one that created the Lambda Driver intended it that way?"

"Maybe, but we'll never know considering the engineer that created it killed himself before completing his work. Which was pretty strange, seeing as he wasn't the suicidal type. When he died, he'd gone insane from unknown causes."

"How do you mean, Tessa?"

"Well, there is one possibility, Hirotaka. Of all the talents a 'Whispered' has, the most useful and dangerous is the Resonance. It's more like mind-sharing than actual conversation. But it seems that over time, if you listen to Resonance too often, you'll lose yourself as poor Bani showed us."

"The engineer, I take it?"

"Yes, Felix. His name was Bani Morauta. He was only sixteen!" Tessa can't help but let loose a sob before she feels an arm around her. Looking toward the source of the arm, she sees it's Ron's arm and smiles softly. "Won't Kim be jealous, Ron?"

"Don't worry, Tessa." Kim's voice gives the petite young woman a measure of reassurance as the redhead goes on. "You need comfort, not more pain. Ron's done that for me most of the time."

"Yeah. I see. Thanks, Ron."

"You're welcome, Tessa. So, what happened with Sousuke next?"

"Mithril Intelligence thought that Tactical was wasting potential in using Mr Sagara as a bodyguard when he could be concentrating on harnessing Arbalest's Lambda Driver. Tactical agreed with Intelligence wholeheartedly and I sent the order."

"What did Kaname think about that? Sousuke leaving Tokyo in that manner."

"All further communication with Kaname had been forbidden, Tara. According to 'Wraith', he was so infuriated, he started out yelling classified information about Mithril and his assignment."

"Boy. He must've been pissed to do that. And he doesn't seem the type to piss off easily."

"He was, Ron. Royally pissed and you're right. He's not the kind to get pissed off easily, but even he does have his limits. On top of that, he was lying to himself without knowing it and oblivious to my feelings for him."

"Lying to himself? Wait. You were crushing on him, Tessa?"

"His feelings regarding Kaname, Kim. And yes. I was crushing on him quite intensively. I know it was inappropriate given our ranks, but I didn't really care. I was attracted to his courage and his kindness toward innocents he'd come across during missions." Tessa snorts and adds, "Of course, his kindness was usually the cold professional kind, but it didn't matter to me. When he rescued Mariska Ovelika from the Hind's guns in Khabarovsk, he'd showed his kindness. I even considered hanging a nickname of sorts onto him."

"What kind, Tessa?"

"Given his rank at the time, 'Sergeant Mercy', Felix. I was a fan of the 'Mack Bolan' book series when I needed something to unwind after a long hard day with. That nickname would've fit him to a 'T' perfectly."

"I remember those books. Wasn't he also called the 'Executioner', though?"

Tessa lightly frowns at that and nods, replying, "Another nickname that would fit him well, Ron. Too well. While compassionate to civilians, he's decimating toward enemy troops and criminals."

"Well, at least he's nothing like that loser Gauron." They all nod in agreement with Bonnie's remark and Tessa smiles brightly.

"I agree, Bonnie. After all, when the only thing he's seen since he was little was war and death at the hands of enemy troops and evil men, that kind of nickname would be apt. Also, emotions like love and joy take a backseat to survival. If he hadn't decided to join Mithril, he could very have become another Gauron."

"Then Kaname came into his life."

"Correct, Kim. Of course, being sent to protect Kaname triggered those emotions within him. Without him even knowing it. Over time, those feelings built up with Kaname exposing him to a life without war."

"Must not have been easy for him. Blending into peaceful surroundings."

"No, it wasn't, Bonnie." Tessa then giggles before adding, "Of course, with Sousuke making Tokyo into a war zone without intending to, it made things very difficult for Kaname."

"Well, he did something right because they're both together now and with a little boy." Jessica smiles softly and adds, "If what you told us about Daniel's right, it may have worked out pretty good for you as well. But I can't help wondering how he realized his feelings to begin with."

"I've been wondering the same thing, but it could have something to do with a conversation Lieutenant Sagara had with Lieutenant Clouseau in the Infirmary after Clouseau was injured in a mission in South Africa."

"What was the mission, Tessa?"

"An armed group was trying to bring back the era where apartheid was supreme, Ron. Strangely enough, the group was of the same race as the regime that was in charge to begin with."

"Those idiots can't seem to take a hint at all."

"It would seem not, Felix." Tessa snickers meanly, adding, "Lieutenant Clouseau was so incensed by what Sgt Weber did with his anime collection still, he carried it over with him into South Africa. The group barely stood a chance. However, the group had an RK-96 Demon and a highly-skilled pilot."

"I guess the Lieutenant won, seeing as he's still alive."

"Yes, although he was injured when his Falke's chest armor was penetrated by a lucky shot from the Demon's .50 caliber guns, Kim. His ribs were lightly cracked from the impact."

"Ouch. I know that feeling."

"I don't doubt that, Ron. Even with that kind of injury, however, the Lieutenant was able to use his monomolecular cutter to completely bisect that AS. Killing the pilot with a diagonal slash across the cockpit."

"Did he go alone?"

"He did, Jessica. Even though I ordered him to take Sgt Major Mao and Sgt Weber with him, he went alone, saying that a prankster like Weber had no business backing him up. Mao he trusted, Weber he didn't."

"Then why didn't Mao go with him at least?"

"Because she's his only remaining link to Lt McAllen, Bonnie. He didn't want to take the chance of her dying in the field when he still had so much to discuss with her. Especially after Lt Sagara's decisive victory in Hong Kong against five of Amalgam's Venoms. Using the Lambda Driver on Arbalest."

"What about Sousuke, then? Why wasn't he mentioned?"

"He was in Tokyo at the time, taking his mid-terms, Tara. Kaname was pretty bound and determined to see him succeed in school. On his own terms, not with Mithril's aid or influence when it came to his grades. I wish you could've seen her face at his score at the end."

"How'd he do?"

"Despite his inability to adapt to civilian surroundings, Felix, he actually did well on them. A 'B' average. Miss Kagurazaka was even rendered somewhat catatonic when she graded his mid-term for her class and his grade came back pretty good. However, another mission requiring the use of Arbalest came up and Sagara was contacted. Just as Miss Kagurazaka was starting to come out of her slightly catatonic state."

"That must not have gone over well with her."

"It sure didn't, Hirotaka. In fact, the first thing he told me was that Miss Kagurazaka told him that whoever was calling him to leave school had the lousiest timing in the world. But, it's not Mithril's fault terrorists and others of their ilk have no manners at all. Or at the very least lousy timing."

"Yeah, that's true. Could it be that they have a rule book of sorts when it comes to being terrorists? One of the rules being 'Always use lousy timing to fuck up everyone else's day'. That sound about right, Tessa?" Ron's question gets a hearty laugh from everyone else. Tessa calms her laughter down to light giggles as she programs the Kimmunicator to call Sousuke's secure phone.

"It certainly does, Ron. Let's try this."

In Tokyo, Sakura and Kaname are chatting together until the television switches to a special news report.

"Breaking news. Team Hawk, long retired from crime-fighting, allegedly caused a stir in Indonesia yesterday when they and the Thunderbirds dropped relief supplies without permission from the junta, according to a statement from a high level member of the junta. However, the Thunderbirds and Team Hawk's air vehicles were attacked during the process of the drop by a renegade US aircraft. At this point, it's unknown if Team Hawk, if they were indeed involved, and the Thunderbirds suffered any casualties. More on this story as details become available."

"Oh my." Sakura uneasily looks toward Kaname as she asks, "Do you think they'll be okay?"

"Yeah, they'll be fine, Sakura. I'm quite sure of it. This is not their first run-in with hostile parties, after all." Mentally, she adds, 'At least I hope they'll be okay, anyway.'

While Kaname is pondering, Sousuke is chatting with Norman regarding Roadwolf.

"And that's the code to deactivate the limiter on the turbos."

"Why that phrase in particular though, Mr Tuttle?"

"I got it from an old cartoon and thought it was pretty cool. Plus, it does make some kind of sense."

"Why not just call out 'Hyperthrust' like what you did with Street Hawk in LA that day?"

"That's only with the 'Street Hawk' and 'Ninja' motorcycles, Sousuke. This way, I can keep the high speed codes straight through word association."

"I see. But, why watch cartoons for code words?"

"Like you, I'm a Father now. As our kids grow, they'll be hooked on cartoons or anime series. What better way to ensure they're appropriate for kids than to watch them?"

"That makes sense. I'll keep that in mind, Mr Tuttle."

"You do that, Sousuke. Now, if you'll excuse me, Jane and Norma require my attention before Leo drives Jane nuts."

"Have fun, Norman." Norman gives Sousuke a nod.

"You too." The teen mercenary goes into the entry doorway, and back into the apartment. "I'm back." Next thing he knows, the sound of Sousuke's phone chiming gets his attention. "Sagara. Yes ma'am. Understood. We'll be waiting for you and the others upon arrival." Putting his phone back into place, he says, "That was Tessa. She and our friends are on the way to Tokyo's Haneda Airport."

"When do they expect to arrive, Sousuke?"

"About three hours, Kaname. We'll have to take the van and Trailblazer."

"Okay. Sakura'll have to stay put and watch over Sousuke Jr." Sousuke nods in agreement with Kaname as both get ready. Until a knocking on the door is heard. "I'll get it, honey."

"Roger. I'll cover you." Giving Sousuke an exasperated smile, Kaname pecks his cheek before answering the door. With Sousuke covering her. When they see who it is, Sousuke grins sheepishly before saying, "Hello, Mr Altobelli."

"Hello, Sousuke. Just thought I'd come by and ask if you can give me a lift to Haneda for my flight."

"Not a problem, sir. Kaname and I are heading out that way ourselves in about two and a half hours. Tessa and our other friends are inbound as we speak."

"Perfect. I just hope I can get through the Customs line without difficulty with that much time."

"I have contacts at Haneda, sir. It won't be a problem."

"Thank you, Sousuke."

Meanwhile, at Narita Airport, a man and a woman are waiting for their departing flight. With the man supporting the woman as best as he can. Given that she's on a crutch. Of course…

"Dammit, Rock! I'm not that bad off!"

"I know, Revy. I just want to help if I'm needed to."

Revy rolls her eyes, making sure that Rock sees it. An annoyed expression on her face. Yet, on the inside, she's glad that he hadn't lost his kind spirit. Fervently hoping he doesn't lose it, she's about to thank him 'sarcastically' when she hears another voice.

"Rokuro? Rokuro Okajima? Is that you?" Rokuro 'Rock' Okajima turns around and his jaw drops before he picks it back up. A grin on his face.

"Luke? Luke Sagara?" Checking Revy to be sure she'd be alright, she gives him a nod with a soft smile before he goes over. Clasping Luke's hand in his, he chortles lightly as he gives Luke a thump on his back. "It's been years, man!"

"I was thinking the same thing, Rokuro." Luke looks over toward Rock's companion and winces at seeing her with a crutch. "What happened to her?"

"Revy had an unpleasant encounter with a Yakuza swordsman." Seeing that Luke's not alone, he asks, "Who's your friend, Luke?"

"This is my wife, Elizabeth. Liz, this is an old friend of mine from Junior High from before my family and I moved to the States. Rokuro Okajima."

"It's nice to meet you, Rokuro."

"Likewise."

"Hey, Rock! Who're they?"

"Revy, this is an old friend of mine from my Junior High days. Luke Sagara and his wife, Elizabeth. Luke, Elizabeth, this is my co-worker, Revy."

"Hello, Revy." Upon Luke and Elizabeth's united greeting, Revy's right eye twitches in irritation before calming down.

"It's nice to finally see someone that holds Rock in high regard." That alone gets Elizabeth and Luke's interest. Luke turns toward Rock and winces at his sad expression.

"What happened, man? I tried calling your folks last year, but no one answered."

"Kageyama, one of the department heads for the company I worked for before my current one had me declared dead. I had to enter the country with a fake ID."

"What? They had you declared dead? Why?" Elizabeth's angered voice gets a slight grin from Revy before it quickly fades. "What company?"

"To hide their smuggling of nuclear research. As for the company, it was Asahi Industries. To seal the deal, the bastard sent homicidal mercenaries", at which Revy snorts mirthlessly, "to kill me and the people that took me in. Only they died first."

"With style, too. You should've seen it!" Revy can't help but grin sharply as she goes on. Much to Rock's surprised chagrin. "Rock was screaming and hollering 'You got fucked!'. I think it was either the pilot or the gunner in that Hind gunship took a torpedo to the face." Revy can't help but burst into amused laughter as she recalls it.

"How'd that come about?"

"It was all Rock, Liz. He came up with the idea to jump the boat onto a half-sunken wreck and fire the torpedoes. Of course, we had to lure the fuckers on in, but it worked beautifully." Before Revy can say anymore, the P.A. blares up.

"Flight 282 to Bangkok Thailand is now boarding at Gate 18. All passengers for Flight 282 to Bangkok Thailand please report to Gate 18 for boarding."

"That's our flight, Rock." Giving Luke and Elizabeth a grin, she adds, "Wish we had more time to chat, but we gotta get back to Roanapur. Why don't you give Rock your number so he can keep in touch?"

"Yeah, okay." Quickly writing the number down, Luke hands it to Rock, saying, "Give us about two days to get there before calling, Rock. Please." Rock can only smile softly as he clasps Luke's hand while Revy and Elizabeth size each other up before smiling softly.

"Take good care of him, Revy."

"Likewise, Liz. I gotta admit, though, this is the first time I've seen Rock so happy."

"I don't think Luke's been this happy since he was reunited with his younger cousin." Softly patting her belly, she adds, "Or since we found out about our extra passenger." Revy can only gape and nod as she turns away and hobbles down toward the proper gate. With Rock hesitating before trailing behind her.

As the two head toward their gate, Elizabeth turns toward Luke and sees him smiling sadly.

"You okay, Luke?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Liz. It's just, seeing Rokuro again and hearing what those jerk-offs at Asahi did to him makes me want to go there and tear the place down. And then pissing on the rubble." Elizabeth giggles lightly at that as she takes Luke's hand.

"I'd pay good money to see that." Gently rubbing her belly, she asks, "Do you think we should tell Sousuke about Rokuro and what Asahi did to him?"

"Couldn't hurt. Though it's doubtful he remembers him. After all, it's been years since Rokuro saw Sousuke. And Sousuke has been fighting in various Hellholes all around the world." Putting his hand onto Elizabeth's belly-caressing hand, he adds, "We should definitely tell him about this one."

"Oh yeah."

(Los Angeles S-A-R Barracks)

Daniel's roused from his sleep by the phone ringing. Looking around, he grimaces when no one else stirs. Shaking his head, he gets up to answer the phone and when he gets there, he picks up.

"LA Search and Rescue."

"This is Lieutenant Nelson with the LAPD Beach Patrol Unit. A group of freshmen from UCLA have gone into the caves to do some cave exploration above the beach. Intoxicated cave exploration at that and haven't come back out yet. Get some men together and get down here pronto."

"Yes, Lieutenant. We'll be there shortly." Putting down the phone, he yells, "We've got one!" Slamming his hand down on the building's siren button, he grins as a cacophony of screams accompany the siren. "Come on, you apes! You wanna live forever?" Heading down to the vehicle bay, he grins upon seeing Ratchet with his door open.

"Good morning, Daniel."

"Morning, Ratchet."

"Live-saving time?"

"Sure seems to be, Ratchet. Oh, great. Here comes Andrews." Before Ratchet can close the passenger door on the S-A-R bully, Andrews swings in and closes the door. Along with giving Daniel a sneer.

"Just for that loud wake-up call, you get to do the paperwork, wimp. What the hell did you disturb the building's bed-time for?"

"Drunk cave explorers from UCLA."

"You do realize that it's most likely a crank call."

"I doubt it. The one that called S-A-R in is an old friend of Dad's. Lieutenant Nelson."

"Nelson?" Andrews' eyebrow goes up in consternation before slamming back down. "As in Lieutenant James Nelson? Of the Los Angeles Police Department's Beach Patrol Unit?"

"The one and the same." Powering Ratchet through the open doorway, Daniel bleats the siren before going on. "How do you know him?"

"None of your business, wimp." Snorting, Andrews adds, "Chances are, they're in the dorms, sleeping into their hangovers. I'm telling you, it's a waste of taxpayer money."

"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Here's the way I see it. At least it'll give us a chance to use the cave gear."

"Only you would see the bright side in a time-wasting effort. You and 'Lieutenant Sister', of course."

Daniel could only roll his eyes and figures Ratchet's doing the same thing metaphorically.

'Primus, how'd this jerk become S-A-R if he's so uncaring?'

Fifteen minutes later, the S-A-R Hummer arrives at the destination, a premier cave exploration site. With three LAPD cruisers and a white Beach Unit truck there. Daniel and Andrews exit the Hummer and walk toward a massive African-American man with white in his hair.

"Hey, Jim. How bad is it?"

"I'll put it to you like this, Danny. From all the beer cans at the entry, I'd be surprised if there are any survivors within."

"How far in did you get before coming back out?"

"Just enough to see beer cans leading in every direction." Andrews snorts at that, getting Nelson's interest. "Got something to ask, Andrews?"

"Yeah. How can beer cans lead in every direction?"

"He means there are split-offs within this cave. How many split-offs did you manage to see, Jim?"

"I managed to see five. There may be more within, though. I don't know off-hand for sure."

"I guess we're about to find out, then. The others should be here soon. Let's break out the gear, Andrews. We're going caving."

"No. You are." For an instant, Daniel could swear he hears fear in Andrews' voice. "I'll just wait out here for the others to arrive." Rolling his eyes as he walks back toward Ratchet, sure that Andrews doesn't see it, Daniel nods.

"Okay. But you don't know what you're missing."

'Primus, how did Andrews become S-A-R if he's uncaring and scared of deep, dark spaces? His heart rate is dangerously high.'

Within minutes, Daniel's frame is covered in cave gear. Wheeled basket on his back. Making toward the entrance of the cave. Pausing at Ratchet's front end, particularly the winch, he hits the release and locks it in the 'release' position. Attaching a rope to one end of the winch's hook, he attaches the other end to the basket. Along with another end of rope to the other end of the basket.

'Just in case.' Looking toward Andrews, he sees the S-A-R bully has the same idea. "You know something. I have a way you can still help. Winch and release."

Waving it off, Andrews says, "Just get in there already. I'll take care of the tough stuff." Daniel lightly smirks as he enters the cave. The Hummer's winch unspooling gently. Under his breath, Andrews mutters, "Good luck, wimp."

Once inside the cave, Daniel turns on the helmet's headlamp and lightly whistles. 'Must be at least seven split-offs here. How long, no idea. This could be a while. Maybe a day or two. Tops.' Shrugging, he chooses his first one. Following the beer cans, he toys with the idea of using the basket to extract the beer cans, but decides against it. 'Nah. I'll just suggest these drunks clean up their mess when they're fully sober as punishment.'

Next thing he knows, his light reveals a pair of white sneakers. Panning the light upward, he soon sees a female freshman very familiar to him. Keeping his voice down, he addresses the feminine form.

"Shirley? Shirley Morton?" Groggily, the girl opens her eyes and blinks blearily.

"Where am I? Who's there?"

"You're in a cave, Shirley."

"Danny? Is that you?" Smiling happily, she gazes up and down at him, only to frown. "What are you doing in a cave, Danny?"

"I'm here to get you and the other freshmen out. How many of you are there?" Giving him a shrug, with a drunkenly flirtatious wink, Shirley lightly giggles as Daniel rolls his eyes. Used to her teasing.

"I dunno. We had a massive beer party at the Gamma and Alpha mixer. Wish you could've been there. You'd have had so much fun."

"I see." Leaning down to lift her up, he does so gently and puts her down into the basket. Pulling on the outbound rope, he adds, "Hand on tight."

"Huh?"

Before the inebriated girl can ask further, the basket rolls up the cave floor. Prompting her to follow Daniel's instruction. As the basket rolls out of his sight, Daniel has only one thing to say as he resumes walking down along the cave.

"I hope I have enough rope as I go deeper down. I'd hate to leave anyone behind." Grinning softly, he adds, "I wonder how Tes-chan's enjoying her flight."

Back outside, Andrews is working on bringing up the basket, with Nelson helping him. When they see the basket, it's precious cargo within, they stop gathering up the rope and head for the basket. Seeing an attractive brunette with flushed cheeks.

"Okay, let's get her out of there so this basket can get back down there."

"Yes, Lieutenant." Within three seconds, both have the drunk girl out of the basket and getting tested by an Officer. As the Officer tests her by breath, the basket goes back into the cave.

(Tokyo Haneda Airport; Two hours later)

Sousuke, Kaname and Altobelli are eagerly waiting for the charter flight to arrive. Upon finding out that Altobelli was on his way back to Metro, Tessa offered to share some of the flight with him as Metro was on the way to L.A. Much to her surprised delight, Altobelli accepted.

"Flight A-78, from Sydney Australia to Los Angeles, is now arriving."

Blinking at that, Altobelli asks, "Why the roundabout way, Sousuke?"

"Since Merida Island is not on any known charts, being manmade and natural at the same time, all Argarus flights are classified as coming from or going to Sydney. It's not a problem."

"No, I suppose it's not." Altobelli can only shake his head in amusement before adding, "I'm guessing that there's not much of anything that could construe a problem to you, Sousuke."

"Most of the time, your assessment would be correct. Some of the other times, however…"

"Never stop trying to figure out your role in life, Sousuke. True, you're a warrior from before you could begin shaving. But you're still a young pup and you got family to think about now."

"Understood, sir." Giving Altobelli a salute, Sousuke adds, "I hope your flight back to Metro goes well, Mr Altobelli." Grinning, Altobelli returns the salute.

"If he'd have survived that run-in with the Sho-Da-Kah, I'm sure Mach would've enjoyed meeting you, Sousuke." Kaname can't help but feel curious about that.

"What was Jesse Mach like, Mr Altobelli?"

"Good man, a wizard with a motorcycle, wild in the saddle and a heck of a Detective. Of course, while he was alive, he was a motorcycle cop relegated to P.R. Years after his death, he got his Detective shield due to his work on the cases his alter ego was involved in."

Clenching his fist, he adds, "If only I hadn't suspended Walsh and Mach for that little stunt. Walsh would still be alive, Mach more than likely would've become Street Hawk anyway and both Miller and Corrido would be in Prison, making license plates for the rest of their miserable lives."

"What kind of little stunt?"

"Mach took a Police Harley and jumped it over four squad cars on department hours. I couldn't bust the whole division, so I had to set an example. Nowadays I wonder what if I had just let them off with a smiled warning. But, it's a road not traveled and I have that burden to bear."

"So, you blame yourself for what happened?"

"I do, Kaname. Foolish, I know. But I can't help but feel I was overly harsh with them."

"You made a judgment call with the facts at hand." Sousuke's voice is level as he goes on. "You had no way of knowing what was going to happen the day Officer Walsh died or when Officer Mach lost his knee. Did the Range Patrol tell you what had happened?"

"That it looked like a big tire ran over Jesse's left knee at a high rate of speed. Destroying it. With that kind of damage, there was no way he would've been able to ride a police motor again." Smirking, he adds, "If I had known about that prosthesis for injuries like Mach's, I'd have sponsored him. But, I didn't know about it and Jesse became Street Hawk."

"How did you feel when you found out the truth?" Altobelli gives off a barely visible shiver as he thinks about that day.

(Flashback)

The phone in Altobelli's phone rang while he was taking his antacid for his ever-present ulcer. Grimacing, he swallowed the antacid and picked up.

"Altobelli here."

"Commander Altobelli, LAPD Central Division?"

"That I am. Who's this?"

"This is Officer James Yopsani of the California Highway Patrol. Do you have an Officer by the name of Jesse Mach under your command?"

"Why, yes I do. He's not here right now, though. Are you wanting to speak with him?" Next came the words he'd never expected to hear.

"It's my sad duty to inform you that Officer Mach's dead, sir." His eyes flying wide, Altobelli bolted from behind his desk.

"What?"

"Exactly as I said, sir. Officer Mach is dead."

"What happened?"

"From the looks of things, he was riding an experimental motorcycle in a manner consistent with a Motorcycle Police Officer."

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right! Mach's PR now! He can't be in the field!"

"I'm afraid it's so, sir. He's already been identified by an engineer for the Federal Government."

"An engineer for the Federal Government? Why would an engineer know him?"

"Judging from what the engineer told me, it was for that motor that's been rolling around L.A. Fighting the criminals that often run circles around your Officers."

"Street Hawk?" Sinking back down into his chair, Altobelli asked, "Where at? And what's going on right now?"

"Culver's Pass. There's a manhunt going on based on the information given to us by the engineer. I'll keep you posted, sir."

"Thank you, Officer Yopsani." Ending the call, Altobelli shook his head, trying to sort out his thoughts. Both positive and negative.

'I didn't expect this! Not to a man like Jesse!'

'Serves him right. Poking in matters that didn't involve him!'

'Jesse did a lot of good as Street Hawk. Even I have to admit that.'

'Rubbish! He should be buried in an unmarked grave!'

'He was a cop! A heroic one!'

'There's no place in the world for heroic upstarts like Jesse Mach. All you gotta do now is drag his name through the mud and offer to shake the hand of the one that did it.'

'Bullshit!' Getting up from behind his desk, he went to his door, opened it and said, "McCoy, Adams, my office."

(Flashback ends)

"I was the one that told Sandy and Rachel about Jesse. Rachel was beside herself in disbelief. Sandy didn't take it very well. The whole building heard her despondent wail. The day of his funeral, she was dressed all in black and kissed his casket. Much like a Police widow."

"She had a crush on him, didn't she?"

"She did, Kaname. On our way back from the service, she told Rachel, Mr Tuttle and myself how she felt about him. She was so depressed, it took everything in us to keep her from thinking unpleasant thoughts. Mr Tuttle, of course, having been an eyewitness of sorts, threw himself into his work. He was at the Command Center, watching the monitors when he saw a threat and tried to warn Jesse about it."

"Only it was too late." Sousuke's words get a nod from the retired lawman as their expected party arrives. "Sir, I know my inter-person relation skills are lacking, but I know what it's like to carry a burden. I carry it day by day, with the knowledge I did what I had to in order to survive and protect innocent people. You're not alone, sir."

"Neither are you, my boy. Neither are you. Take good care of him, Kaname."

"I will, Mr Altobelli. Just like he's taken good care of me." Giving him a soft hug of 'good-bye', Kaname adds, "Have a safe flight back to Metro." Altobelli smiles lightly as he returns the hug.

"I will." As he walks toward the gate, he smiles as he sees Ron, Kim, Bonnie, Hirotaka, Felix, Tara, Jessica and Stuart as they come out of the gate for the Argarus flight. "I take it Tessa's waiting on board?" Ron gives him a grin before nodding.

"That she is, Leo. From here, you two fly to Metro, where you get off and then Tessa heads to LAX."

"Then it looks like I have someone to regale with my stories as a beat cop." Smirking, he adds, "I bet she'd be out like a light in just two minutes."

"Why do you say that, Leo?"

"From the way it sounds, she hasn't had much sleep lately, Tara. I aim to fix that. With me being boring as heck, it'd be easy as pie for her to go to sleep."

At their chuckling, Altobelli enters the gate and goes through the walkway to get onto the Argarus flight. Once on board, he sees a familiar shade of platinum hair and grins.

"Hello, Miss Testarossa. Is this seat taken?"

"Not at all, Mr Altobelli."

"Thank you." Sitting beside her, Altobelli gives her a measuring look before grimacing. "You haven't been sleeping well at all, have you?"

"Not lately, no." Fidgeting her fingers lightly, she adds, "In fact, while most of my sleepless nights were of a pleasant nature, last night wasn't."

"What happened?" From there, she tells Altobelli about the nightmare. When she's done, he only has one thing to say. "I don't think he died painfully enough."

"Mei Ling Reynolds said pretty much the exact same thing. For both Leonard and Hangi Oshimura."

"Sure like to meet her sometime."

"If you do, be sure to talk to her and her husband alone or at least out of earshot of everyone else."

"Why's that?"

"She knows about Team Hawk's members. In turn, so does he."

"But how?"

"One thing that Gauron taught her and her deceased twin sister was to read between the lines."

"Oh. Thinking of which, just how is Gauron still alive?"

"He's been cloned. Where he is now, well, you know."

"Yeah. Which means that Mithril will have to keep an eye out for his homicidal antics."

"Correct. Once we find him, we can…."

Her voice trailing off, Tessa suddenly claps her hand over her mouth, bulls her way past Altobelli and rushes to the onboard lavatory. Back out in the cabin, Altobelli can only wince in sympathy as the sounds of retching reach his ears. Five minutes later, a pale and weak Tessa comes back. With Altobelli gingerly helping her into her seat before checking her forehead. To his surprise, her forehead's cool as a cucumber.

"You're not running a fever. Maybe you ate something that didn't agree with you."

"No, I don't think so. Ron's corned beef dish digested quite well overnight before departure from Merida Island. It's something else."

"Want me to get you a blanket?"

"Please." Altobelli can only grin as he reaches up for a blanket and pillow. Putting the pillow under Tessa's head and lightly covering her with the blanket, he gently checks her forehead again.

"When's the last time you had a vomiting spell like that?"

"That was my first one, come to think of it."

"Well, if it happens two or three more times, I suggest you see a Doctor. It could be serious. Like some kind of bug."

"Yeah." Giving him a light smile, she adds, "I think you would've made a great Father, Mr Altobelli."

"Yeah, well, if I had become one, I'd imagine my daughter would've come out to be as sweet as you." Lightly pecking her forehead, he adds, "While we wait for the plane to take off, I can tell you some of my stories as a beat cop."

"Okay." With that, Altobelli begins. Sure enough, two minutes later, Tessa's deep asleep.

"Another reason why I wonder why I didn't become a Father." Reclining back into his seat, he's soon surprised to feel Tessa's arms wrapping around his left arm. As if she's holding a stuffed animal. Smiling gently, he whispers, "Sleep tight, little Angel." Closing his eyes, Altobelli soon finds himself slipping into the land of dreams.

Back in the terminal, after Altobelli had boarded his shared flight, Sousuke and Kaname greet their friends. Only the greeting is halted by a little girl's voice.

"That's him, Mommy! That's him!" As all turn around toward the voice, they see a little girl with a joy-filled smile on her face. Running right to Sousuke and clamping her arms around his right leg upon arrival. "Hi, Urzu-7!" As Sousuke blinks perplexedly at the little girl looking up at him, a woman comes up to them.

"Minako Hasino! Don't run off like that!"

"But, Mommy!" Curling her face into a pout as she faces her Mother, Minako goes on. "This is the man from the 'Paradise' eatery!" Contentedly snuggling into his leg, Minako squeals happily as her Mother sighs in exasperation before looking at Sousuke.

"I'm terribly sorry about my daughter's lack of decorum. Ever since she'd been saved in that crisis, she'd run up to men that she thought looked like the man that saved her and the other people's lives. Only to be disappointed when they turn out not to be."

"I understand, ma'am. It's not a problem." Gently reaching down to stroke the little girl's head, he adds, "I'm sorry, but I'm not the one that saved you." He can't help but wince, knowing he's lying through his teeth if only to protect Mithril's secrecy. Along with his family.

"But, your face, your voice." Minako looks up at him, tears coming down from her brown eyes. "It's you! It has to be!" Snuggling herself even further, not caring that she's drawing attention to them, she goes on. Her voice breaking up. "You, you're Urzu-7. The mega-hero!" Sousuke can't help but sigh as he gently pries Minako's arms from his legs, kneeling down to look at her.

"Minako, look at me." Once she's done so, he asks, "Do I look like the heroic type?" At her silent nod, Sousuke can only sigh in exasperation before going on. "Some people don't look or feel like the heroic types. Follow me so far?"

"Uh-huh."

"They're only people that do a job that saves innocent lives. Even if it involves ending lives of evil people." Minako nods her head before going on.

"That's what you did, though. You saved innocent lives and ended the lives of evil people." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she adds, "Thank you, Urzu-7."

As Sousuke looks haplessly up at Kaname, he sees her nodding. Knowing full well that a little girl with a razor sharp memory will not give it up. Nodding right back, he wraps his arms around her before giving his reply. As softly as possible.

"You're welcome, Minako Hasino." As Minako gently moves away, she sneaks a peck onto his cheek, giggling. In shock, Sousuke asks, "Are you trying to get me killed? I'm married." Hiking his thumb toward Kaname, he doesn't see her smirking in amusement. But Minako does.

"Then she's a very lucky lady, Urzu-7." Minako giggles again as she strides over to her Mother and turns back to give him a bow. "Bye, Urzu-7." Before he can say anything more, Minako and her Mother head for the airport's exit.

"Bye, Minako Hasino." Getting back up to his feet, he turns around, expecting to see an angry Kaname. Only to see her struggling to keep her laughter contained. As are the others. "Kaname? Guys?" They then lose the struggle, letting out laughter as they exit the terminal. A confused Sousuke in tow.

(Los Angeles)

As Daniel walks down along the first cave he'd gone down, he can't help but shake his head at how many beer cans there are until he sees another pair of feet. Panning his light toward the face, he can't help but shake his head at who it is.

'Just my luck. Of all people, I never expected to see this one again.' Kneeling down, he softly says, "Harry. Harry Gordon. Wake up." Harry groggily opens his eyes, only to wince them back shut at the light.

"Someone close the flipping blinds!"

"No blinds to close, Harry."

"I know that voice. Dan-a-reno?" Opening his eyes again, Harry blinks rapidly until he sees Daniel's face clearly. Scowling, he asks, "Why are you in the dorm, Dan-a-reno?"

"Newsflash, booze-hound. You're not in the dorm. You're in the cave just above LA's beach." Pulling on the rope, he grins upon seeing the wheeled basket come up to him. Hefting the drunk into the basket, he adds, "Hang on tight, Harry." Giving the outbound end's rope a tug, Daniel gives Harry a mocking wave of 'good-bye'. As the basket vanishes from view, he can only shake his head as he resumes his walk down into the first cave split-off.

"Of all the stations for Search and Rescue, Harry just had to get mine involved by going cave exploring while intoxicated. How ludicrous. Twenty to one, the beer party was his idea to begin with." Checking his rope, he soon grimaces. "Going to need more rope soon. Hopefully the next one I find is lucid enough to relay that more rope is…" His musing is interrupted when he comes up to a sudden drop-off and barely stops himself from going over the edge. Literally.

"I'd say this one's done. But first…" Panning the light downward, he soon grimaces upon seeing four dead bodies at the bottom of the drop-off. Looking to his sides, he shakes his head upon seeing the beer cans at both sides. 'And people wonder why alcohol's given a bad rep.' Bringing out a small red triangular marker, he puts it onto the ground before gazing at the bodies again.

"Concentrate on the living. Come back to recover the dead."

With that, he turns around and makes his way back to the entrance of the first split-off, coiling up the rope as he goes along. Intent on putting another red marker in place. Once he's done so, he goes into the next split-off. Hoping to find more living people as opposed to dead.

Back outside the cave, Andrews and Nelson are watching the basket go back into the cave when the other S-A-R vehicles arrive. As the people in the S-A-R vehicles exit, one of them quite familiar to Andrews and Nelson walks up to them.

"What's the situation, Jim? How many recovered?"

"So far, two Stephanie."

"Where's Daniel at?" Andrews mentally snickers before giving his reply.

"He went in, Lieutenant. I told him he should wait, but you know how that hotheaded brother of yours is. If people are in trouble, he doesn't wait for supervision from S-A-R brass." A scowling Jim shakes his head, intent on his rebuke.

"The latter part's not true, Stephanie. Daniel went in, alright. However, Andrews said nothing about him waiting for supervision or other crewmembers."

"I see. Andrews." Knowing full well he's caught and what's coming next, Andrews sighs.

"Yes, Lieutenant?"

"You're on report for lying to a superior officer regarding another member of Search and Rescue. One more mark against you and you can just kiss your job good-bye. Along with your probation and freedom. Understood?"

"Yes, Lieutenant."

"Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a brother/coworker to help." With that, she goes back to the vehicle and brings out the cave gear within. Along with a wheeled basket. After making the needed attachments, she glances around and eyes the other crewmembers before saying, "Let's go!"

With that, the group of six go in and Stephanie sees two things. One, a red triangle on the ground at the mouth of the first cave on the left. Two, a rope heading down into the second cave from the left.

"We've got DBs down that way. Hansen, Jackson, go to it and see what the locations are. Be careful all the same though, guys. There could be drop-offs in any opening you go into."

"How about you, Lieutenant?"

"Mason, take my basket and go down the next cave. I'm going to assist Danny."

"Yes, ma'am." As Kyle Mason takes the basket, Stephanie goes down into the cave. Switching on her light in the process.

'Hold on, baby brother. Big sister's coming.'

Down the way, Daniel gets a sudden chill up and down his spine. Causing him to roll his eyes.

'The way she treats me at times, it's a wonder I'm not in diapers still. She really needs to find a husband and have babies of her own.' Smiling lightly, he verbally adds, "On the flip-side, however, at least it's better than being neglected by an Aunt on Mom's side of the family. But, still, I'm nineteen now. Not an infant." Next thing he knows, he comes across a sight he'd never expected to see.

"OH MY GOD! PETE BECKSON! HILLARY AYERS! GET YOUR DAMNED CLOTHES ON!" As the two open their eyes, they quickly notice their state of dress, or rather undress, before looking toward the voice and see someone they hadn't seen in months. And react not quite the way he'd expected.

"Danny! Care to join the fun?" Hillary can't help but giggle as Daniel blushes beet red before turning around. "Still a virgin, huh?"

"It's not that. It's just that I didn't expect you two to be doing lewd acts in a cave. While drunk! Let alone invite me to join in!"

"Who says we were drunk, Danno?" Stretching lightly, Pete gives Hillary a kiss before shrugging. "I guess we should at least get dressed."

"Yeah. You should." Pete chuckles while Hillary gets her dress back on. Pulling his pants back on, Pete glances over at a still-turned Daniel.

"So how've you been, buddy?"

"Same old, same old. Doing Search and Rescue with Stephanie. Waiting for my girlfriend to arrive. This and that, mainly." A squeal of joy is heard as Hillary smiles widely at him.

"You have a girlfriend now? That's great! She local?"

"Nope. From her accent, I'd say she's an East Coast girl. Of Italian descent."

"She pretty?"

"Yeah. She's a knock-out."

"Where'd you meet her?" A minute later, she adds, "Okay. We're dressed now." Daniel turns around, a wry grin on his face.

"Tokyo." At that, Pete's jaw drops before he furrows his brow.

"When did you find time to go to Tokyo, pal? After all, if you're S-A-R, you're on call 24/7. And you never took time off for anything in school. Knowing you, you're still the same way to this day."

"It's a long story, Pete. One I can't tell right now. I gotta see who else I can find down here before I go to the next cave." Giving his friends a smirk, he asks, "Are you two able to walk or do I have to use the basket?"

"We can walk out, buddy. But we expect you to dish out everything." Pete then smiles before wrapping his arms around Daniel, adding, "It's great seeing you again, though." Giving him a thump on his back for good measure before releasing him. Just in time for Hillary to peck Daniel's cheek.

"Yeah. I hope we get to meet her soon. Preferably before your wedding."

"Hill! It's a little early to think that far ahead!" Hillary can only giggle before wrapping her arms around Daniel.

"I know. But I'm happy you found someone, Daniel. I'm sure Valerie would be disappointed in you, though."

"Huh?" Daniel's confusion is evident, causing Hillary to giggle.

Giving him another peck, she whispers, "My sister had the biggest crush on you in high school. She still does, for that matter. You were just too oblivious to notice it."

"Yeah, I guess I was. Sorry." Hillary ends the embrace and gently strokes his right cheek, tears in her eyes.

"Don't be. You are who you are. You wouldn't be you if you weren't. Never lose your kind heart. No matter what happens. Okay?"

"Okay."

With that, Pete and Hillary start heading out and Daniel walks deeper down into the cave. Thinking and watching at the same time. With Stephanie softly making her way behind him before wrapping her arms around him.

"Gotcha!"

"Steph!" As Stephanie giggles, she keeps her hold on him. "How long…?"

"Have I been standing there? Long enough to hear Hillary talking about Valerie. And you know what?"

"What?"

"She's right. Val would be both happy for you and jealous of Tessa."

"Yeah, I reckon so. Now, if only…"

"You finish that and I'll kick your ass into the next cave from right here, buster." Turning him around, she envelopes him into her torso. Pressing his face into her cleavage.

"STEPH!" As Stephanie giggles, she releases a beet red Daniel from her embrace. "You're going to be the death of me one of these days."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. Now, come on. We got people to look for. The others are probably finding people while we're standing around and yakking."

"Yeah, okay." With that, brother and sister go further down into the cave. Wheeled basket trailing behind them.

In the first cave, Louise Hansen and Jake Jackson arrive at the second marker indicating the presence of dead bodies. Inching forward, they see the drop-off and pan their lights downward. Seeing four dead bodies thirty feet down from them.

"Jeez. Maybe the Surgeon General's onto something."

"Yeah, Jake. Much like the beer companies should put a warning to not explore caves while drunk." Shaking her head, she then asks, "How do you think of they bit the big one? They were so drunk, they went over the edge and went 'splat' when they hit the ground."

"Wouldn't want to go that way. Too messy."

Louise shrugs as she brings the rope off of her right shoulder and hammers in the piton before attaching one end of the rope to it. Looping the rope through the carabiner on her harness, she nods at Jake as he hands her the pack of body bags.

"I'll go back to the truck and bring the winch line down. No telling how much those stiffs weigh."

"Okay. I'll be waiting." With that, she kicks off and rappels down the rope until she gets to the ground. 'At least Daniel thought ahead with the markers. Otherwise, there'd be two more bodies down here.'

(Tokyo; five minutes later)

As the Hummer H-1 and Toyota Sienna drive along Tokyo's streets, the males in the H-1 and the females in the Sienna, Sousuke and Kaname are trying to answer the questions posed to them as best they can. Some with ease, others not so much.

"How come we haven't met her before?"

"I/he didn't know about her until just three days ago. Even then, she turned up last week."

"Where has she been all this time?"

"My/his Uncle's place, under their surname."

"Has she found a boyfriend yet?"

"Not that I know/he knows of."

In the Sagara apartment, Sakura is holding a sleeping Sousuke Jr in her arms when she hears a knock on the door.

'Terrific. Just when I'm getting comfortable, holding a cute baby in my arms, someone comes knocking.' Rolling her eyes, Sakura gets up, Sousuke Jr in her arms, and goes to the door. "Who's there?"

A female voice replies, "Mizuki Inaba and Issei Tsubaki. Are Sousuke and Kaname in?"

"Sorry, they're out right now. But they should be back soon." Next thing she knows, a male voice comes up.

"Okay. I'm guessing since you don't know us, you're not allowing us in."

"Sorry." Tsubaki's voice can't help but have a conciliatory tone to it. Putting her mind at ease.

"No, no. That's okay. We'll just wait out here until they get here. But, who're you?"

"I'm Sakura Sagara. Sousuke's little sister."

"What? That war-crazed lunatic has a sibling? I shudder to think there's one like him."

Giggling, Sakura replies, "No, I'm not like him, Tsubaki-san. Mom and Dad left me with Uncle Ryu because I was sick and unable to travel. So, I came out more civilized than Sousuke turned out to be. Of course, it's not really his fault." Next thing she knows, Tsubaki lightly chuckles.

"No, I guess not. If anything, your brother's not the kind to do anything half-assed. When he does something, he does things fully-assed." Sakura can only scowl at Tsubaki's language until she sees Sousuke Jr's still asleep.

"Consider yourself lucky my baby nephew's asleep still. If he was crying, I'd scold you for your uncouth mouth. Or, if I knew where they were, I'd use one of brother's guns on you. Even if I don't know how to use one." Mizuki then sighs before replying.

"I hope you never have to, Sakura-chan. But, if you have to, as long as it's in defense, it's alright."

"Thanks, Mizuki."

Back outside the apartment complex, the H-1 and Sienna pull up to either side of Roadwolf and the people within the vehicles exit. As they make their way to the Sagara apartment, they all wonder how Sakura will react to meeting them.

Upon arrival, they see Mizuki and Issei waiting outside the apartment. Only Issei turns around and his face breaks out into a wide grin.

"There's the happy couple now! And with their friends from the States, no less!"

"How's it going, Issei?"

"It's going fine, Kaname. So, this is what you left out for?" Giving Issei a nod, Sousuke lightly grins.

"Well, this and to drop an old friend of ours off at Haneda. Which happened to be the one they arrived at. It's just a coincidence, is all." Kaname can't help but roll her eyes. Neither can Mizuki.

"That's some coincidence." Issei stretches out his arms, saying, "In any case, Sousuke, Mizuki and I came for two reasons. One, to see your little boy. Two, to ask you to mediate a dispute."

"What kind of dispute?" Before Issei can reply, Mizuki does so.

"My Dad doesn't think Issei's good enough for me. For that matter, for some strange reason, he thinks the whole Tsubaki family is bad news."

"I see. What about your family, Tsubaki?"

"They like Mizuki. I was a bit of a wild one and she tamed me somewhat." Smirking, he then adds, "Much like Kaname did with you, Sagara."

"So it would seem. Alright. When and where?" Mizuki can't help but take that opening.

"Ren offered to let us use her family's home, so that's the where. When, well, soon as possible so we can resolve this quickly and quietly." Giving Sousuke a light glare, she adds, "And zero casualties, property damage or your otaku nonsense. Well, maybe a little bit of your nonsense. After all, if anyone can take control of a room, you can."

"Roger."

For some strange reason, Mizuki and Issei can't help but feel a light chill go up and down their spines at the way Sousuke replied. While this is going on, Kaname points out the apartment the Tuttles are staying in. Ron gives her a nod of thanks before they go to the apartment.

Once they get to the door they want, Ron knocks on the door. When it opens, he smiles upon seeing a familiar pair of brown eyes.

"Hey, Stormin' Norman!" Norman's eyes fly open before he flings the door open. Wrapping Ron and the other team members in a group hug, he turns his attention to Stuart before lightly scowling.

"I hope you're treating Jesse's daughter right. I'd hate to tie you to a rocket sled in Area 51. Just to see how well you take the G-forces." Stuart puts up his hands in a placating manner to reassure the man.

"I am, sir. In fact, Jessica wanted to ask you something." His head kinked in curiosity, Norman glances over at Jessica and his eyes suddenly bolt open. For he sees a very familiar glow of joy. The glow he'd seen when Kim, Bonnie, Tara and Jane herself had gotten engaged.

"You mean…" Jessica nods happily while Kim, Bonnie and Tara giggle in glee.

"Yeah, Norman. I'm getting married and, well, since Dad had died before I was born, I was wondering if you'd walk me down the aisle and give me away at the wedding. You're the closest one to Dad I can think of off-hand." Norman lightly sniffs before nodding.

"Nothing would please me more, Jessica. Where at?"

"Home. In Colorado. It's all-clear there."

"Colorado's not home for me, anymore." At Jessica's crestfallen face, he goes on. "But, I have no problems with being in the States for a brief time. When's the wedding?"

"A month from now. Mother gave her blessing to Stuart for my hand in marriage a month ago."

"How do you know that, Jessica?"

"I told her the night I proposed, Mr Tuttle." Smiling widely, Stuart adds, "I told my Mother about it and she was so excited, she started asking about when the grandkids are coming." Turning to see Jessica, he quickly gulps. 'Oh boy! I've gone and done it now!' For she's looking at him with smoldering eyes. Next thing he knows, Jessica's sultrily purring in delight.

"After we're married, she'll find out. Mother's looking forward to grandchildren too. Much like I'm looking forward to having children right away after the wedding."

With that, Jessica gives Stuart a passionate kiss. With Sousuke, Kaname, Issei and Mizuki watching intently. Mizuki and Kaname beaming widely with Issei and Sousuke hoping that Stuart would survive the wedding night. Two minutes later, they go in, only for…

"Felix! Oh, my baby!" Jane's voice chimes up cheerfully before she wraps him into her arms. "Oh, my little boy!"

"I'm not so little anymore, Mom."

"You'll always be my little boy, Felix." With that, Mother and son embrace each other again. "Oh, I missed you so!"

"I missed you too, Mom."

(Metro; thirteen hours later)

Her eyes opening blearily, Tessa smiles lightly at seeing an awake Altobelli getting ready.

"Hey, where are we?"

"Metro, on final approach."

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Oh, I'd say a good sixteen, maybe seventeen hours."

"I must've been very exhausted to be asleep that long." Stretching out, she adds, "I think I'll give Daniel a call, let him know I'll be there soon."

"Who's Daniel?"

"My boyfriend." Reaching forward, she picks up a phone and dials the number for Daniel.

(Los Angeles; same time; S-A-R HQ)

As he finishes his reports, for the third time, a weary Daniel yawns, "What a day. First, the drunk cave explorers. Then my first set of reports. Only Andrews telling me they're not mentioning him enough. My second set of reports, Andrews griping about them still. And now these are done. If he gripes one more time, I'm just ignoring him."

Looking back down at them, he scowls and says, "Fuck him. First set of reports it is." Picking up the second and third sets, he puts them into the 'burn-bin'. "He wants to make himself look like a hero, he can do it himself."

Yawning again, he finds himself so drowsy, he falls asleep right at the report table. Not once feeling his body being lifted up and moved to another piece of furniture or a blanket covering his body.

"Sleep tight, Danny." Pecking his forehead, Stephanie runs her fingers through his hair, humming a lullaby. Once done, she exits the office and closes the door. Locking it behind her. Next thing she knows, the phone rings. "Search and Rescue, Lieutenant Simpson speaking." The next voice she hears is the one she'd heard quite recently.

"How'd I get Search and Rescue?"

"Tessa?"

"Yes, Stephanie, it's Tessa. How'd I get Search and Rescue, though?"

"Call forwarding. Comes in handy when we're here."

"I see. Is Daniel around right now?"

"Yeah, but he's asleep right now. He just got done with getting some drunk college students out of a cave. Along with his first set of reports."

"Oh. I see. In any case, we're on final approach to Metro before I come to L.A."

"Metro? Where a silver mystery car's rumored to be going around?"

"Yep. That's the place."

"Why there?"

"Just dropping off a man that retired to there. Perhaps you know him. Leo Altobelli."

"Yeah. He's the one that told Danny and I about our parents' deaths. He was a good friend of Dad's, even though they were with different Departments. Leo with the PD, Dad with the FD."

"Would you like to speak to him?"

"Sure. I haven't talked to him in a long time."

"Just a moment." A minute later, Stephanie hears Altobelli's voice.

"Altobelli here."

"Hi, 'Uncle' Leo."

"Stephanie Simpson? It's been years. How've you been? And Daniel?"

"It has and I've been fine. As has Daniel. But, how do you know Daniel's girlfriend?"

"Oh, just through some friends of hers."

"Ah. One of those 'friend of a friend' shady covert things, isn't it?"

"Afraid so. I gotta get ready to get off, but I'm hoping you'll come visit an old street grunt soon."

"You better believe it, Uncle Leo. Much like I'm hoping you won't be a stranger and come to L.A. every now and then."

"I wouldn't have it any other way. Take care, Stephanie."

"I will." Smiling lightly, she adds, "I missed hearing your voice, 'Uncle' Leo."

"Right back at you. Bye."

"Bye." Hanging up the phone, she shakes her head and sighs wistfully.

(Metro)

As he exits the plane, Altobelli winces at the sunlight, wishing he'd remembered to put on his sunglasses. As he does so, he catches sight of a brown four-door Jeep Wrangler as it pulls up to beside the plane. Smiling at the driver, he turns back to Tessa.

"This is where we part ways, it seems."

"Yes." Tessa smiles softly before adding, "Enjoy your retirement years, Mr Altobelli."

"I will. I hope you get everything you deserve in life, Teletha."

"Likewise to you, Mr Altobelli." As the former lawman exits the plane, she smiles softly and sighs. Subconsciously stroking her belly just before the door closes right back. As she feels the plane reach take-off speed, she thinks, 'Here I come, Dan-kun.'

As he walks toward the Wrangler, Altobelli hears the turboprop's engines wind up before it taxies down the runway and takes off. Giving it a wave as it flies off into the horizon, he turns back and smiles widely at the driver.

"Hello, Miss Farrow. How're Mr Waters and the others doing?" Allie Farrow smiles lightly as she helps Altobelli with his bag.

"Frankie, Tom and Cam are doing fine, Leo. Catlett says 'Hi', as well. How was your trip? Catch any fish?"

"Eventful." With that, he tells her all about the stunt Sousuke did at graduation, Leonard Testarossa and Hangi Oshimura's deaths at Kaname and Sousuke's hands. Along with nearly catching a shark in Okinawa. That one he tells with a lamenting tone. "The biggest catch of my life and it got away. I should've done what Mr Sagara did with the other shark."

"Oh? What'd he do?"

"He shot it. While underwater, no less." That in itself gets Allie to giggle.

"If Frankie and Sousuke ever meet, they'd probably come up with hare-brained ideas for fishing. Or at the most, more unique ways of using guns."

"How true that is. But, at the same time, I can't help but wonder…"

"Leo!" As Altobelli chortles, Allie can only shake her head in exasperation. "I wonder about you at times."

"In what way?"

"If you, Sousuke and Frankie are distant cousins of sorts. With Sousuke being the youngest of you all." Altobelli can only shrug and chortle still as he gets into the Wrangler's passenger side. Allie can only roll her eyes as she gets in and starts her Jeep. "Oh, by the way, Jay Lowery heard you retired to here."

"The radio shock jock? What'd he have to say?"

"Well, on the radio, he expressed his desire to get you on the air for an interview. If not make you an offer as a co-host on his show." His eyebrows going up, Altobelli has one question.

"That a good thing or a bad thing?" Allie can only offer him a shrug.

"It depends on your perspective, I suppose."

"Well, I guess one radio interview can't hurt. But, how'd he hear about me?"

"Some woman named Rachel Adams went on the air after you left out for Japan. Saying that you'd retired to Metro after LAPD's IAD decided they wanted to grill you about Former Commissioner Miller."

"Jeez. Figures it'd have been her. That case is over and done with. What more could they want from me?" Allie can only shrug, causing him to sigh. "Interview time, then. How soon can he put me on?"

"Well, the studio's on the way. I'm sure he can pencil you in."

"Such short notice? What about planning and all that jazz?" Once again, Allie shrugs.

"What can I say? Jay's been chomping at the bit to interview you ever since he found out about you. Short notice interviews are no big deal for him."

"Okay." Five minutes later, Allie's Wrangler arrives at the studio and both step out. As Allie guides him into the building, Altobelli brings out his antacids. "It's going to be one of those days."

"Allie Farrow, as I live and breathe." The male voice gets Altobelli's attention as it goes on. "How're the others doing?"

"They're doing fine, Jay." Glancing over to Altobelli, she goes on. "Jay, this is Leo Altobelli. Leo, Jaw Lowery."

"Ah, the notorious Leo Altobelli. The toughest Leatherneck ever to walk Los Angeles' streets in a blue Police uniform. We finally meet face to face."

"So it would seem." Popping another antacid into his mouth, he thinks, 'Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. The guy's a shark in human form!' The next few minutes are a blur to him. From being signed in all the way to Jay's studio. Once seated, Altobelli comes out of his fugue. Just as Jay begins.

"Hello, Metro. This is Jay Lowery and I have a very special guest in my studio today. Not many of you know him, but that's okay as he doesn't know you either. Ladies, children and gentlemen, my esteemed guest, Leo Altobelli. Retired Commissioner of the Los Angeles Police Department." Jay looks over to Altobelli and lifts his eyebrows. Catching on, Altobelli begins.

"Thank you, Jay. It's interesting to be here on radio. I'm used to addressing video cameras or standing in front of people, so this is a change for me."

"Not much bigger than retirement, though, right?"

"True." Jay can only give him a nod, letting him know he's doing fine before launching his first question.

"Why'd you choose Metro to retire to, Leo?"

"I didn't really choose, Jay. I threw a black dart at a map of the United States on my wall."

"A dart? A little dart made your choice for you?"

"Yeah. And, it wasn't that little." Reaching into his pocket, he brings out a small case and opens it with a smirk. "This is the dart I'd used when I 'picked' my retirement place."

"Why that dart in particular?"

"It was one of the darts I'd used to mark the sites where the original 'Street Hawk' had involved himself with Police cases before he died." Chuckling mirthlessly, he goes on. "All that time and he was right under my nose. Literally."

"In what way, Leo?"

"One of my best men." With that, Altobelli smiles wistfully. "A former motorcycle Officer named Jesse Mach. A wildcard with a heart so big, and guts equally-sized, you'd be hard pressed to find any other of his internal organs within him."

"Sounds like he was quite a guy."

"He was." His eyes starting to drip tears, he lightly dabs them as Jay goes on.

"Wow, we have some callers on the line already. Caller one, you're up."

"Mr Altobelli, why didn't you arrest Officer Mach before he died? Didn't he hinder more than aid your cases?"

"In that order, until Jesse had died, there was no way of suspecting him of being 'Street Hawk'. After all, a cop with a busted knee, being a motorcycle hero? In a conventional world, no way. But, this is in no way a conventional world. I learned that far too late. As for hindering, now that I consider it, not really. Sure, he stepped on toes, but he managed to do what the Department was unable to in regards to cases. Which is why I am proud of him doing what he could. He left behind a legacy that those brave enough could aspire to."

"So you admire a guy that had no business butting into Police affairs?"

"The ends justify the means. Be they by combat motorcycle or shadow ops." Making a slashing motion, Leo indicates he's done. With Jay agreeing.

"Caller two, you're up."

"Mr Altobelli, did Officer Mach leave behind a family? If so, where are they now?"

"Well, until we found out he had years later after his death, no. Other than the PD, of course. As for where, I can't tell you that." Another slash.

"Caller three, you're up."

"How'd you feel when you found out about Officer Mach being 'Street Hawk'?"

"I can't even begin to list them all, but I can try the most prevalent. Horror, dismay, shock and sorrow. Horror because of how he died. Dismay because no matter how aggravated I was by his actions as 'Street Hawk', I did not want him dead." Pausing to dab his eyes again, he quickly resumes.

"Shock, because he turned out to be one of my men. Sorrow, because in the aftermath of all the times he'd acted, he was a shining beacon of hope." Another slash, with Jay nodding.

"We have enough time for one more caller. Caller four, you're up."

"If he was alive still, what would you say to him?"

"Good job, Jesse. You're a credit to the Department and the Nation." One more slash and Jay begins his wrap-up.

"That's all the time Mr Altobelli has for today. Next up, after our break, we have a surgeon doubling as an exotic dancer. You may not see it, but you don't want to miss it. Tune in." Ending it, he gives Altobelli an apologetic glance. "Sorry if it was too rough on you."

"Surprisingly enough, it wasn't that bad, Jay." Smiling lightly, he adds, "In fact, it was the most fun I had since my days in the Marines in WW2." Curious, he then asks, "Did Rachel tell you about me having been in the Marines as well?"

"Nope. I looked up your history and found myself impressed. And I gotta tell you, I'm not usually easily impressed."

"I'm glad to have impressed you." Jay can only laugh at that. With Altobelli laughing as well.

(Los Angeles; two hours later)

As the plane touches down onto the tarmac, Tessa readies her belongings. Having called S-A-R five minutes earlier, she smiled at hearing that Daniel was still asleep and Stephanie would be picking her up in Ratchet. Once it's come to a stop, she sees the yellow Hummer pull to a stop alongside the plane. Thankful for Mithril's man in Customs having cleared her ahead of time, Tessa exits the plane and wheels her bag over to Ratchet. Only to see a brunette, with cleavage that reminds her of Melissa Mao, exit the Hummer.

"Tessa Testarossa, I presume?"

"Yes. Stephanie Simpson?"

"Yep." Stephanie smiles widely as she lightens Tessa's burden before going on. "The picture Danny has of you two doesn't even do you justice." Wheeling the bag to Ratchet and opening the Hummer's rear doors, she goes on. "Of course, Danny's always understated things. Be it a girl's beauty or relationship status."

"He was shy?" As she puts Tessa's bag into Ratchet's back end, Stephanie nods.

"Yeah." Feeling playful, she then asks, "When can I expect nieces and nephews to spoil rotten?" Tessa can't help but go beet red before returning serve.

"How soon would you like them?"

"As soon as possible." Giggling naughtily, Tessa gently strokes her belly.

"Then I hope I have a bun in the oven now." Stephanie's jaw can't help but drop before her eyes drip tears of joy. Tessa joining her in tear-shedding.

"If you do, I'm going to be so happy."

"As will I." Sighing, she adds, "I just hope I don't trip or run into anything."

"A bit of a klutz, huh?"

"Yeah. On land, I'm a mess. But, in the water's another story."

"Maybe you were a mermaid in another life." Tessa ponders it before shrugging.

"If I was, that would explain it." Stephanie gives her a nod as both of them get into Ratchet. As Stephanie drives the Hummer off of the tarmac, Tessa asks, "Just how much about me did Daniel tell you?" The next voice she hears isn't Stephanie's.

"Everything, Captain Testarossa." Ratchet's voice brings a smile to Tessa's face.

"Then I don't have to worry about very much with Stephanie knowing about Mithril and the Autobots."

"Yeah, but there's another that knows about you. But he doesn't believe any of it. Off-hand, though, I'd say you're in the clear."

"I see. His name?"

"Andy Andrews. He's a bully in the S-A-R crew."

"If he's a bully, then why's he with S-A-R?"

"That's what I want to know as well, Stephanie. The 'man' is deplorable." Stephanie lets out a sigh before nodding. Tessa and Ratchet both listening intently.

"Two years ago, Andrews was across town, gazing at an accident site. An accident that had been caused by his being intoxicated."

"Why do I have a bad feeling about where this is going?"

"Because of his being intoxicated, five people died in that wreck while we were en-route."

"Didn't the Fire Department have the equipment that could have saved their lives?"

"Yeah, they did." Snorting, Stephanie adds, "But it was being maintained by a contractor. Leaving us next on the calling list for Emergency Services as we had equipment. Even though it was by the bare minimum."

"Then how…"

"Did he get assigned to S-A-R? Simple. The Judge that posted him with us as Probation was an Uncle of his. He refused to excuse himself from the case, hoping he'd get Andrews to shape himself up. If not, he'd throw him into jail."

"Sounds like favoritism with sternness at the same time."

"That's the best description of it right there."

"I take it Andrews failed miserably so far."

"Yeah. I mean, he may have shown some aptitude in S-A-R, but he doesn't work well with anyone. Let alone Daniel."

"Huh? Why Daniel?" At the look of amusement on Stephanie's face, Tessa can tell it's good.

"He was assigned to teach Andrews the ropes of S-A-R." Tessa can't help but giggle at the thought of Daniel teaching. With Stephanie joining in. "Of course, at first, Daniel was upset with the thought of it. But I encouraged him to give it an honest try. Danny agreed and was patient with Andrews, but Andrews thought that Daniel had no business teaching him."

"I wonder why that is."

"Well, with Andrews being older than Daniel, he'd expected an older veteran of S-A-R. He was so surprised when a young man almost out of his teens turned out to have more skill and expertise than an average S-A-R veteran."

"I know people exactly like that. I even work with them at times. One of them under my command."

"Oh yeah. Danny told me about a guy named Sousuke taking he and another guy out to Tokyo Bay for 'grenade fishing'. But, much as I'd like to believe him…"

"Believe him, Stephanie. Mr Sagara did indeed take Daniel and our newest recruit out 'grenade fishing' the morning after my date with Daniel." Stephanie can only shake her head in disbelief as she pulls Ratchet into the S-A-R lot.

"Now I know I gotta meet Sousuke. If only to find out what makes him tick."

Tessa can only giggle as they exit Ratchet and go in. As they reach Stephanie's office, Stephanie softly unlocks the door and shows Tessa in. The gasp Tessa makes upon seeing her beloved brings a smile to Stephanie's face. Tessa gives Stephanie a nod before walking over to Daniel. Snuggling onto him, she sighs happily as she drifts into 'Dreamland'.