Co-written by: Janice, Ducati, Dan & Pentastar
"Hey, Norman. I
picked up dinner. One veggie sub with sprouts and one meat lovers
delight with extra pickles." Jesse calls out as he enters command
center. "Norman? Anybody home?" Jesse sets the sandwiches on the small
dining table in Norman's quarters. Looking around he wonders where the
heck Norman is. Norman had called Jesse earlier insisting the he come
by after work to check out some new fancy equipment for Street Hawk.
Norman was so excited over the phone Jesse doubted he would get a
chance to eat his dinner. Now he's not even here. Oh, well. Might as
well grab the opportunity to eat before Norman gets back. Jesse wanders
over to Norman's refrigerator hoping to find a cold beer. No such luck.
Bottled water will have to do. He sits down and opens the sandwich
wrapper. Just as he is about to take his first bite, he hears the
outside door open. "Hey, Norman. I picked up dinner. Where ya been?"
"The police station" Norman answers wearily. He sets a shopping bag on the table and sits down across from Jesse.
"The police station? What were you doing there?" Jesse asks around a bite of his sandwich.
"My car was stolen. I stopped at the market for a couple of minutes, came back out and my car was gone."
"Your car was
stolen? The wagon?" Jesse aks unbelievingly. "What about the car
alarm?" He peeks over into Norman's shopping bag. "Wine, bread, cheese,
flowers? Hot date?"
Norman yanks the
bag from Jesse's reach. "I'm supposed to meet Mona later tonight. And
yes, my car was stolen. I, um, I didn't set the alarm. I was only going
to be a minute." Norman sighs. "What a day. First my bank card doesn't
work then someone steals my car. The police think it was probably kids
going for a joyride."
Norman. Everybody has a rotten day now and then. Here. Eat your veggie
sub. I got extra sprouts. The police are probably right. They will
probably find it in a day or two. The bank thing is probably just a
computer glitch. I'm sure you can straighten that out tomorrow. Now,
tell me about this new project for Street Hawk."
as he relays the highlights of his newest modifications to Street
Hawk's visor. "I have enhanced the visual so that you will be able to
see 360° without moving your head." Norman forgets his dinner, gets
up and heads into command center. Jesse follows. He hands Jesse the
helmet to put on and explains how it works. "Notice at the bottom right
of the visor under the "Zoom" it now says "Scan". Simply by activating
that you can get a full view of your surroundings.
Jesse activates the scan and gets a complete panoramic view of the room. "Wow. That's fantastic. How does it work?"
"Well, it's all
very complicated. I'm sure you don't want the details. Look. I know I
called you over to test this tonight, but could we possibly postpone
this until tomorrow? It's been a long day, and I promised Mona...."
Norman trails off.
"No problem. Go
have a nice date with Mona and relax. You will feel better tomorrow.
Come on. I'll give you a lift." Jesse replies.
I'll just get a cab home. Oh. Um...I, uh, had to use all my cash for a
cab from the police station. I don't have any left. Could I, uh, borrow
a little until I get this bank thing straightened out tomorrow?" an
embarrassed Norman asks.
problem. Here. This should tide you over. You really should keep some
emergency funds on hand." Jesse says as he hands Norman some bills from
his wallet completely enjoying his friend's dependence on him.
"Thanks, Dad." Norman answers sarcastically.
Jesse laughs as they head for the door. At least Norman still has his sense of humor.
- - - - - -
It's an early
start for Norman the next day. The date with Mona had to be cancelled.
He'd got to Mona's to find she had had to be urgently called into work.
Dejected, Norm decided to walk home and get an early night.
Norm was still
wondering who could possibly want to steal his car. He'd had the
station wagon for ten years. He'd calibrated it himself and done all
his own repairs and upgrades, including inventing a state of the art
inflatable crash bag. On the outside it didn't look much but it was the
first time he'd been without it.
The roads and
streets around central L.A are busy with commuters rushing to get to
their offices. Norman pays the cabbie and rounds the corner to where
the bank has just opened its doors for the day. He gives a nod to the
security guard as he’s hustled inside by the throng of customers.
what seemed like 10 minutes Norm approaches the cashier window and
explains about the problem he'd had with his card the day before. The
bank clerk taking the card punches a few buttons into their computer
terminal bringing up Norman's account.
"I'm sorry sir, your account has been closed." she says dryly.
"Wait - closed? How can that be? There must be some mistake!" he says embarrassed, looking around.
He comes closer
to the window, "Uh, I work for the government, I get my check in there
every month. Would you be a dear and check again for me?"
rechecks but only shakes her head, "I'm sorry sir," the teller
persists, "there are no funds left in that account. It was closed...
let's see ... a few days ago."
turns pale and he is in such a daze he cannot see the people behind him
impatiently beckoning him to hurry up. He suddenly realizes and,
recognizing the futility of his situation, leaves the bank.
finds a telephone at the end of the street and using the last bit of
change he has, dials Jesse's number. Unfortunately Jesse has not
so far turned in for work.
"Typical," Norm thinks, "a half past nine and Jesse hasn't even got in to work!"
He decides to go and wait at the station for Jesse to arrive whilst he thinks through what may have occurred.
- - - - - - -
passes on Norms watch when he observes Jesse's prized yellow Mustang
pull into the compound. He waves through the wire fence to attract
"Norm?" says Jesse. "What are you doing here buddy. How did your hot date go. Did she chuck you out?" he laughs jovially.
"The date? Oh, the date! A no show I'm afraid. Mona had to go into work, but ..."
"Oooh, the brush off!" Jesse jokes.
"Not now Jesse!_Hang on, brush off? You think it was a brush off?" Norm quizzed.
a big problem. You know my car was stolen yesterday? Well, I go to the
bank just now and they tell me all my account has been wiped out! - I
mean nothing left!"
"Ah, it's got to
be a mistake Norm. Don't sweat it buddy. Look let me check in and I'll
see if they've had any luck with your car and then we can go and see
about your money."
"But wait Jesse, don't you have other things to do than help me?"
Jesse stops and
turns to him, "Ah, they can do without me. Rachel will cover with the
boss, it'll be no problem..." Jesse says putting on his jacket and
"I wish I could get away with doing so little work," Norm thought to himself privately.
impatiently at reception flicking through magazines, all the time
watched suspiciously by the on duty cop behind the desk. Jesse
finally emerges but there's no smile on his face this time. He takes
Norm to one side.
"What is it, is it my car? Have they found it?" Norm asks nervously.
it Norm. It's not exactly as you left it mind, but they found it a few
miles south of here, just off the interstate."
"Not as I found it? They stripped my car?" exclaimed Norm, annoyed.
write-off Norm. But that's not the bad news. It was involved in a
situation. It seems someone claiming to be "Norman Tuttle" robbed a
gasoline station last night leaving one guy dead, and one injured."
Jesse continues, "Norm, the police want to have a word ..."
- - - - - -
Norman to one of the interrogation rooms. "Jesse, I don't understand. I
reported the car stolen yesterday. Why do they want to talk to me?"
Just then the
door opens and Commander Altobelli enters. "Mr. Tuttle, I'm Commander
Leo Altobelli. I need to ask you a few questions. As Mach may have told
you, there was an armed robbery involving your vehicle last night. The
robber gave the cashier a note written on the back of a bank deposit
slip with your name on it. Mach, vouches for you - says you’re a
friend of his, but I need to know where you were last night?"
"Yes. Jesse and
I...we, um...we're friends. Well, let's see. I was here until around
6:30 - reporting my car stolen. I took a cab home. Jesse met me there
for, uh, dinner. Then, since I didn't have a car, he drove me to a
friends house - my girlfriend, Mona." Norman answers looking back and
forth at Jesse and Altobelli.
"What time was that? How long did you stay at your...Mona's? Altobelli ask while making notes on a pad.
"I got there
around 8, but I did not stay." Jesse looks surprised. "Mona got called
into work" Norman explains. She's a research scientist."
"What cab company picked you up at Mona's?" Jesse asks.
"I, uh, didn't
take a cab. I needed to think, clear my head, so I walked home." Norman
answers hesitantly. Jesse groans and shakes his head.
"What time did you get home, Mr. Tuttle?" Altobelli wants to know.
"I guess it was around 9:30. I did some work then I went to bed about 11."
"Did anyone see you after you left Mona's?" Jesse asks.
"No. I guess not." Norman answers dejectedly.
his notebook and rises to leave. "Thank you Mr. Tuttle. Since Mach is
vouching for you, I am not holding you at this time, but don't leave
"Thank you. One
more thing. I went to the bank this morning to straighten out a problem
with my account. The teller told me my account had been closed two days
ago. I did not close it. What is going on? Is this tied to the theft of
my car and the robbery? Is is possible to get my car back?"
Altobelli look at each other. "I don't know if this is all tied
together, but give Mach the details on your bank account and we will
look into it. I'm sorry, but your car is evidence in a murder
investigation. It may be a while before you can get it back. We will be
back in touch with you Mr. Tuttle." Altobelli motions Jesse into the
hallway as he exits the room. "Do you believe him?"
Look Commander, I know Norman. He would not jay walk with permission.
He has nothing to do with this. Someone is trying to set him up." Jesse
about it for a moment. "Talk to him, Mach. See what you can find out.
How did you two become friends anyway? He does not seem like the type
you would hang out with. "
Jesse smiles as
he answers "Motocross. You would be amazed what that man can do with a
bike." Altobelli shakes his head and walks off. Jesse goes back into
the interrogation room. "Come on Norman. I'll give you a ride home. We
can talk on the way."
- - - - - -
Mustang, Norman is talking very nervously, "Jesse, I don't know how
this could have happened. One minute I'm minding my own business, the
next minute someone's stolen my car and committed a robbery...a
MURDER...and claiming I did it!"
enjoying the role reversal going on, is sincerely concerned about his
friend. "I dunno, Norman, but I'm beginning to think that this business
with your car is related to your bank account being closed down."
"How could they be related?" asks Norman, a puzzled look on his face.
"Well, Norman, you're a computer expert...you probably know more about this than I do."
"Know more about what?"
"It's kind of a
new crime we're starting to see now...someone finds your social
security number or bank account number, pretty soon they change
everything over to themselves and take control of who you are. We call
it 'Identity Theft'. Still, it's pretty rare and usually only involves
money...I've never heard of someone combining it with framing someone
"So you think someone is trying to steal my identity?" Norman says in a panicky voice.
"I don't know,
partner...but for now you'd better keep track of where you are at all
times, and have some way to prove it. I don't want another murder going
down and your alibi is 'Duh, I was going for a long walk on the
beach!'" says Jesse, jokingly.
"Yeah, thanks," Norman says, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, and one more thing..."
"If anybody asks, you used to be a motocross driver."
"WHAT!?!" bursts Norman.
"Yeah...it might be good if we go out and give you some lessons so you can at least pretend you know how to ride a motorcycle."
"Uh uh, no way Jesse!"
"Well, we can worry about that later...first things first, we need to find out who closed your bank account."
cheers up a bit, realizing he can do something to help his case, "Get
me back to command center, I'll see what I can pull up on my computers."
- - - - - -
When they arrive back at command center, Norman heads straight for his computer. "What are you going to do?" Jesse asks.
"I'm going to
try to get into the bank's computer system to see if I can find
anything." Norman answers already rapidly punching keys.
"Uh, Norman, is that legal?" Jesse wants to know.
"Was stealing my
car, using it in an armed robbery and taking my money legal? You know,
Jesse, I am really starting to get angry . I feel so....so... violated.
It's time to find out who is doing this and put a stop to it." Norman
continues to stay focused on his computer.
"O-kay. I think
I'll go over to the police impound lot and get a look at your car.
Maybe there is something there that will give us a clue." Jesse throws
his jacket over his should as he heads for the door. Just before
opening it, he turns back. "Oh, Norman. Try to stay out of trouble
while I'm gone."
"Funny, Jesse. Very funny."
- - - - - -
At the impound
lot Jesse approaches the desk clerk. "Hey, Ray. How's it going? The
wife still letting you come home at night or are you sleeping in one of
"You're a real comedian Mach. What are you doing down here in the junk yard?" The older guy behind the counter asks.
"I want a look at the wagon used in that robbery last night. Any chance the forensics guys are finished with it yet?"
"Brought it in a
couple of hours ago. Not much to see, but take a look if you want." Ray
points to his left. "It's over by the fence"
Tell Helen I said hello." Jesse heads out into the lot in the direction
Ray pointed. Boy is Norman going to be upset when he sees this. The
wagon is trashed. Jesse blows out a big breath, opens the door and gets
in. He starts in the glove box. The usual items - never opened owners
manual, a dried up ball point pen, a packet of tissues, the empty
cardboard backing from a book of checks. Hmmmm. Altobelli said the hold
up note was written on a bank deposit slip. Jesse sticks the cardboard
in a plastic bag before turning his attention to the rest of the car.
The floorboard is littered with junk mail - sales flyers, occupant
letters, political ads. Did Norman leave these here? He decides to bag
it and ask Norman. Something in the backseat catches Jesse's eye. A
fast food bag full of trash from the meal. Not an unusual find other
than the fact that Jesse knows that Norman hates this particular chain
restaurant. There is something else also - gum wrappers. Norman doesn't
chew gum. Jesse bags all of the items to take back to command center
thinking about all the stuff the forensics team may have missed because
they do not know Norman.
- - - - - -
Jesse walks back
into command center and deposits his bags on the console next to where
Norman is still furiously typing. Norman glances over. "If you are
going to clean out your car, at least put the stuff in the dumpster
outside." He says disgustedly.
"This isn't from my car. It's from yours. You find anything yet?" Jesse ask looking over Norman's shoulder.
"My car? Why
would that be in..." Norman looks confused then goes on to answer
Jesse's question. "Yes. I found out the exact date and time my account
was closed. Then I got into the bank's security cameras. Here is a look
at the teller windows at that time." Jesse looks at the image on the
screen. At one window is a woman with a baby on her hip. Another shows
an elderly woman with her Queen Elizabeth purse. The next one has a
business man with a briefcase. At the last window is a man in a hat and
trench coat. A hat and trench coat? In Southern California?
"That looks suspicious. Can you zoom in on that guy?" Jesse asks pointing to the guy on the left of the screen.
"I can, but I
cannot get a good look at his face." Norman answers manipulating the
keys. "You know. I keep thinking there is something familiar about him.
I just cannot place it."
something though. The guy is furiously chewing gum. He is just about to
point that out to Norman when an alarm sounds. Norman looks at his
monitors and turns to Jesse. "Another armed robbery. You had better
suit up. The robbers are possibly driving another stolen car." Norman
turns back to his computer as Jesse runs toward the changing room.
Maybe they will get a break after all.
- - - - - -
Once suited up,
Jesse bounds out of the changing area and mounts Street Hawk. Norman
manipulates the controls closing the launch tube and opening the Maxi
sign. Street Hawk flies out of the building on a course to intercept
the robbers. "Jesse, the getaway car is a green minivan. They were last
seen heading north on Wilkerson. We should be able to intercept them at
Hampton. I'm locking in the coordinates now. Hypethrust cleared and
counting - 5...4...3...2...1." The bike accelerates rapidly navigating
the city streets with precision. As they near the intersection, Jesse
decelerates and makes a right onto Wilkerson. There is no sign of the
360° Scan. I'll see if I can spot anything." Jesse activates the
scan amazed at being able to maintain his position and still see
everything around him. "There" Norman calls out. "Coming up behind
you." Jesse looks at the view screen and spots the minivan speeding
toward his position. He whips the bike around to face the oncoming
"Are you sure this is the right van? I don't want to scare some woman and her kids." Jesse asks Norman.
A shot rings out and Jesse ducks. "I think we have a positive ID" Norman calls back.
the bike to intercept the van. As he approaches, the van's occupants
open fire again. Jesse activates Street Hawk's machine gun and fires on
the van. The driver loses control and the van runs up on a parked
vehicle before flipping over. Sirens can be heard nearby. "Jesse, get
out of there. The police are almost there." Jesse turns the bike in the
opposite direction and roars off.
- - - - - -
command center, Jesse exits the launch tube while removing his helmet.
"The police have the robbers in custody" Norman informs him.
"Good. I'm going
to change and head over to the station to see what I can find out."
Jesse replies heading for the changing room.
Norman stops him
before he goes in. "Jesse, I looked at the trash you brought from my
car. That's not my stuff. Well, the mail is mine. Whoever is doing this
has accessed my post office box, but the other stuff was not in there
when I left my car. You know, the gum wrappers and the fast food bag
actually reminded me of a former co-worker of mine - Phil Rubenstein.
We worked together in Washington. He was always chewing that particular
brand of gum and he ate at that same restaurant almost every day."
Curiously Jesse asks, "Where is Phil now?"
"I don't know.
We were both up for the same promotion. I got it and moved to another
office. I don't know what happened to Phil. You don't think....?"
Norman let's his question trail off.
"Anything's possible Norman. He could be seeking revenge."
Norman looks confused. "But that was years ago. Why would he be doing this now? Surely he's not still mad about the promotion?"
"Who knows, but
it's worth looking into. Try to find out where good old Phil is now.
Maybe he's still angry." Jesse turns back toward the changing area as
Norman turns back to his computer.
Could it be?
- - - - - -
headquarters Jesse heads straight for Altobelli’s office. He
knocks and sticks his head in the door. "Skipper, you got a minute? I
heard they caught the armed robbers. What's the story?"
"A bunch of
young punks. They admitted to the robberies and stealing the cars, but
none of them know anything about your friend Norman. They claim they
stole the wagon from an apartment complex on Henderson a couple hours
after your friend reported it stolen." Altobelli answers.
"Hmm." Jesse ponders what Altobelli has told him. "So it's possible the car was stolen twice."
friend has a double life. I would say so. Why don't you check out the
apartment complex. See if anyone knows who was driving the car before
it was stolen - the second time."
Skipper" Jesse says as he leaves Altobelli's office. He stops at his
desk to call Norman. He explains the situation with the robberies.
"When you are searching for Phil Rubenstein. Check for an address at
the Colony Apartments on Henderson. The wagon was stolen from there."
Jesse leaves the station to head to the apartment complex.
- - - - - -
After talking to
several residents at the apartment complex, Jesse heads back to command
center. "Hey, Norman. You come up with anything on the computer?" Jesse
calls as he enters the building.
from his computer console. "Not much. I tracked Phil until a couple of
months ago. Then he just seemed to disappear - no payroll records, no
credit cards, nothing. The last address I found was Reno, NV. There was
nothing from the apartment complex address either."
"You might be looking under the wrong name. Try Norman Tuttle." Jesse replies.
Jesse's last statement, Norman stammers, "What are you talking about?
Why would I look up my own name? What's going on?"
"I talked to some of the residents at The Colony apartments. Their newest neighbor is a man by the name of Norman Tuttle."
"How is that possible? This is crazy! Why would anyone want to steal my identity? Why would Phil do this?" Norman wonders aloud.
"What happened to Phil after you took the promotion?" Jesse asks.
"He continued to
work for the research center until his grant got pulled. His specialty
is cybernetics. He then he has bounced around from place to place
trying to find someone to support his research." Norman answers.
'Hmmm. Sounds like a guy that might have a chip on his shoulder" Jesse adds.
"You bet I do."
Startled, Jesse and Norman whirl around at the sound of the man's voice
to find themselves facing a nondescript, bespectacled man holding a gun
furiously chewing a piece of gum. Addressing Jesse, "Put your weapon on
the floor and slide it over here. Nice and slow." Jesse complies with
the man's request. "Nice little set up you've got here Norman. All this
nice equipment for your research. I'm really going to enjoy making use
of it. All holed up here alone, no on will ever know it's not you."
"Phil?! What...How did you find me here?" Norman asks trying to take in the whole of what is happening.
"I followed you
here. I've been learning about you." Phil answers. Jesse and Norman
exchange a look. Does he know about Street Hawk?
"Well then you
know that the medical research Norman does here is very important."
Jesse says trying to get the guy to reveal what he knows.
The man looks pleased. "Went over to medical, huh? Well that will make it that much easier for me to take over."
Jesse and Norman share another glance. Phil apparently did not do all his homework.
Pointing the gun
at Jesse the man orders "Hand Norman your car keys." Jesse slowly
removes his keys from his pocket and hands them to Norman. "Now. Both
of you move toward the door. Slowly." Phil picks up Jesse's gun and
sticks it in Norman's back. "You try anything Mr. Cop and Norman dies
with your gun."
"You won't get
away with this, Phil. Jesse will know I'm gone. He's an important part
of my research team." Norman tries to convince crazy Phil as they head
won't be able to tell anyone anything. This is a bad neighborhood. Bad
things happen - muggings, shootings, carjackings. Happens all the time.
Even cops are not immune to random violence. Get in the car Norman.
Driver's side." Phil orders turning the gun toward Jesse. As soon as
Norman closes the drivers door, Phil fires his weapon. Jesse falls
backward to the ground.
cries. Phil jumps into the passenger seat and points the gun at Norman.
"Drive." Norman looks at Jesse not moving on the ground and at Phil
with the gun. If he is going to help Jesse, he has to stay alive. He
shifts Jesse's car into drive and pulls off.
- - - - - -
Jesse groans and
tries to sit up holding his side. Man that hurts. He looks down just to
make sure the bullet did not penetrate the bullet proof vest. No blood.
That's a good sign. It still packed a wallop though. If Norman wasn't
such a Nervous Nelly, Jesse could be dead right now. Ever since he had
signed on for Street Hawk, Norman has nagged him about wearing the vest
while on police duty. Jesse resisted. I mean, he isn't working the
streets anymore. But Norman insisted that as long as Jesse carried a
gun and did investigations, he is putting himself in the line of fire.
The government wants their property protected. As a street cop, Jesse
knew the importance of wearing a vest everyday even though they are
bulky, hot and irritating. It could mean the difference between going
home or not. Jesse finally relented to Norman's request after Norman
designed a lighter weight, breathable version. It's hardly noticeable,
and it just passed the ultimate test. This could be fantastic for
police and armed forces everywhere.
himself off the sidewalk. Right now he has to find Norman. He pushes
open the door to command center and staggers in. Stopping to catch his
breath and think for a moment, he hears a beeping sound coming from
Normans computer station. Looking up, Jesse notices a blinking dot
moving across a map of the city. Jesse looks at it for a moment and it
suddenly dawns on him - it's Norman. Jesse rushes over to the console.
He must have put some sort of tracking device on Jesse's car. Thinking
that over, Jesse gets a little peeved about the invasion of privacy.
"That Norman. If he lives through this, I'm going to kill him." Jesse
dashes off to the changing room. He has to hurry to catch up to Norman
Bank at the
computer terminal, Jesse, dressed in black, watches the screen again.
The blinking dot has headed out of the city into the hills. Suddenly it
stops. What's out there? Using his two-finger method of typing, Jesse
taps at the computer keys. An address appears on the screen. It's a
toxic chemical disposal facility out on route 3. Jesse punches in the
code to unlock the launch tube doors, grabs his helmet and races for
- - - - - -
from Command Center, Norman keeps replaying over and over in his mind
Phil firing the gun and Jess falling to the ground. Was Jesse wearing
the bullet proof vest like Norman had begged him? Did it work? Is Jesse
ok? Will he figure out the tracer on the car and find Norman?
"Where are we going?" Norman asks the man beside him holding the gun.
"Don't worry about it. Just turn when I tell you. You'll know when we get there." The man replies.
"What's this all about, Phil? Why me? Are you really still mad about that promotion?" Norman wants to know.
"I'll tell you
what this is all about. You got that promotion and your career took off
while mine went down the tubes. Here you are with your fancy lab and
government funding, and I can't even get anyone to talk to me about my
research. You bet I'm still mad. You even got Mona. Well not anymore.
I'm taking what should have been mine." Phil raves.
"Mona? What does she have to do with this? I never knew you were interested in Mona."
his rant. "Of course you never knew. After you got that promotion, she
wouldn't give me a second look. Turn in here."
Norman slows the
car and turns into an old hazardous waste disposal facility stopping in
front of an abandoned warehouse. Waving his gun, Phil signals for
Norman to get out of the car and they enter the building. Phil is
really nuts. Norman has to keep him talking a little longer and pray
Jesse is on his way. "Phil, this is crazy. You can't get away with
this. Someone will find out eventually. You won't be able to
impersonate me from behind closed doors long. People will get
what they can do with plastic surgery these days. I know you Norman. I
bet you have not taken a vacation or sick day in years. You are going
to take a little time off to grieve your cop friend. The scars heal and
I come back and take over." Phil explains.
"What...what are you going to do with me? Someone will eventually find my body." Norman asks trying to keep Crazy Phil talking.
"Nah. I shoot
you and dump you in one of these barrels. Nobody will ever think to
look until there is nothing left to find." Phil answers proudly.
If he gets out
of this alive, he is definitely taking some of that vacation time,
Norman thinks as he looks around for an avenue of escape. He looks back
just as Phil raises his gun and smiles.
- - - - - -
Back at Command
Center, Jesse runs out of the changing room, clothed in his black
jumpsuit with silver stripes, his shiny black helmet under his arms. He
checks the map to find Norman. The blinking light isn't moving anymore,
and Jesse can't seem to locate it among all the other flashing lights
on the map. "Oh great, I lost him!" Jesse puts his helmet down on the
console and begins looking around, hoping to find the controls for
Norman's tracking device. Not being very technologically inclined, for
Jesse it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. "It's no use,"
thinks Jesse out loud, "all these buttons look the same. Come on,
Jesse, think...where could it be?" As he looks around, he notices that
the control module is getting a little dusty. Norman has been busy
these last few months, so busy he hasn't had time to clean. That gives
Jesse an idea. He starts looking at the dust on the various sections of
the console. He notices one particular panel is a lot less dusty than
the others. "This must be a new panel." The panel has 4 buttons and a
knob, but no markings. Of course, Norman would know exactly what each
button does, but to Jesse they mean nothing. "Let's just hope this
isn't the self destruct module." Jesse presses the yellow button.
- - - - - -
Back in the
warehouse, Norman is staring wide-eyed down the barrel of Phil's
revolver. Phil's gum chewing comes to an abrupt stop, he sets the
trigger and tenses up for the shot. Norman knows what is coming and
realizes this is the end. Thoughts flash quickly through his mind, the
years he spent in college dedicated to his studies, his internship with
the US Government, his 3 years of apprentice work for Kirby, and
finally his very own project, Project Street Hawk. But then his mind
shifts to other thoughts, happier thoughts...and also sadder thoughts.
He thinks of his childhood, growing up in Montana on the ranch, helping
his dad tinker with the tractor, his mom always brooding over him,
making sure his hair is combed and his clothes are neat. He remembers
not coming home for Thanksgivings and Christmas because of college and
his work. He remembers Mona, the time they shared, her laughter and her
soft, caring eyes. He remembers driving her to the airport, his stomach
churning, wanting to say something but choking it down. He remembers
his new friend Jesse, his carefree demeanor and good heart. He
remembers when Jesse told him on the beach that he considered Norman
his friend. And he remembers all the times he's yelled at him over the
project, yet Jesse puts up with him. Finally, he remembers Jesse
falling down after Phil's gun tore a hole through his shirt.
For that moment
as Norman's life flashed before his eyes, time seemed to stand still.
Then, all of a sudden as if torn from a dream, a loud noise awoke him.
But it wasn't the sound of a gun. It was a loud honking noise. Phil
spun around, Jesse's Mustang was honking and the lights were flashing.
Norman realized what it was, Jesse must have pressed the panic button
back at headquarters. Phil was momentarily distracted. Norman lept into
action. He jumped up and ran shoulder first into Phil's side. Not
expecting the blow, Phil was completely off balance and fell awkwardly
to the floor, the pistol discharging harmlessly into the air. Norman
wrestled with him on the ground, not sure how he was going to win this
match. But he fought on, his willpower overcoming his physical
shortcomings. He had some unfinished business to attend to; some people
that he needed to see. No, Norman was determined that it wasn't his
time to go yet.
- - - - - -
Back at Command
Center, Jesse finally sees the blinking light on the map that is his
car. He identifies the location, grabs his helmet, and presses the
launch button on the console. The blast shields begin to close, and
Jesse runs to his trusty steed. "I'm coming for you, Norman!"
- - - - - -
First Phil then
Norman hit the floor of the warehouse with a thud. The gun falls from
Phil's hand and skitters across the floor. Both men roll and wrestle
toward the gun's position trying to reach it before the other. Phil has
is just within his grasp when Norman strikes his arm causing Phil to
drop the weapon and it slides across the floor again. Enraged, Phil
turns and lunges at Norman. Norman rolls to his right and pushes
himself to his feet as Phil lets out an primal howl at missing Norman
again. Phil is within reach of the gun again. Norman takes his
opportunity and runs through the maze of palettes stacked high with
barrels. Who knows what is stored in them. One bullet could blow the
whole place sky high. Norman realizes he must find an exit and get back
to the car.
- - - - - -
Jesse pushes the
limits of good sense weaving through traffic trying to get out of the
city. Once he hits more open roads, he opens the bike up full throttle.
"Let's see what this baby can do with just me at the controls" he says
to himself. He would gladly have Norman controlling things back at
command center. If he ever needed hyperthrust it is now. Once he has
Norman back at command center safe and sound, they are going to have a
talk about automating hyperthrust. "Hang on Norman. I'm almost there
- - - - - -
roars through the gate at the waste disposal facility. Seeing his car
parked out front, Jesse slides the bike to a stop spewing loose gravel
from the tires. He looks around for any sign of Norman and Phil. Sounds
of a struggle come from inside the warehouse. Jesse zooms in on the
open door, but all he can see is movement. It's impossible to tell
which man is which. He looks around for another entrance and spots a
cargo bay on the side of the building. Jesse heads the bike toward the
bay door. He stops and aims the bike's laser and the door. It hits the
floor with a crash. Jesse revs the bike and using vertical lift,
propels himself into the building.
warehouse, Norman has broken away from Phil and is running toward the
side exit. Phil has retrieved the gun and is aiming at Norman's
retreating figure when a large crash sounds behind him. Phil turns
toward the noise and is facing a dark figure on a motorcycle. Phil
fires at the intruder. Jesse ducks and weaves the bike further into the
warehouse and out of Phil's sight. He is targeting Phil when he hears
Norman yell, "Don't fire in here! It's too dangerous!" It is then that
Jesse takes notice of all the barrells stacked one on top of another.
Each is labeled "hazardous".
outburst draws Phil's attention. He fires back at Street Hawk's
direction and run's toward Norman's voice. Norman realizes the need to
draw Phil outside the building. He starts knocking over items to keep
Phil's attention and draw him toward the side door he has just spotted.
Norman reaches the door with Phil not far behind him, only to find the
door locked. It can only be opened with a key. Frantically he looks
around. There's forklift to his right. Norman runs for the machine.
Luckily, the keys are in it. He starts it up and rams the locked door.
On the second try, the door swings open just as another bullet from
Phil's gun hits the lift. Norman turns the equipment toward Phil. He
runs toward Phil causing him to duck for cover. Norman jumps off the
lift and runs out the door. Outside, Norman realizes one miscalculation
- there is no cover. He sprints toward the front of the building as
Phil exits the side door. Phil spots Norman and fires. Norman dives for
the ground and rolls in
makes his way across the warehouse. Phil is so intent on Norman, he
does not seem to even notice the motorcycle behind him. Through the
open door, Jesse sees Phil raise the gun to fire at Norman again. Jesse
races the bike forward and through the open door. Using his foot, he
kicks Phil backward to the ground as he lands the bike on the ground
and turns to face Phil and Norman.
"Norman, are you all right?" Jesse asks, his voice sounding mechanical through the visor.
"Yeah. I'm ok.
Are you ok? I mean...Thank goodness you are here." Norman answers
looking at Jesse to assure himself he is not injured.
"I'm fine" Jesse answers.
Norman gets up
and dusts himself off. He walks over and picks up Phil's gun. As Phil
starts to stir, the sound of a helicopter arriving fills the air. "I
alerted the Feds" Jesse says when Norman looks at him questionably. "I
thought you would rather have them handle this."
The helicopter lands nearby and armed Federal agents disembark.
"Yeah. Good thinking. Thanks. You had better go. I'll handle things from here." Norman nods toward the copter.
Jesse nods, wheels the bike toward the gate, and roars off back to command center.
- - - - - -
Back at command
center Jesse paces the floor and checks his watch every couple of
minutes. Why is this taking so long? Okay, he's a cop and knows there
are procedures that have to be followed. It's just more difficult to be
on the other side of the procedure book. Hearing the front door open
Jesse spins around and races toward the door. He greets the haggard
looking Norman. "Well. What happened"?
"Nice to see you are okay too." Norman replies.
"Sorry" Jesse apologizes. "I'm a little anxious I guess. Is everything ok? What happened to Phil? What happened with the Feds?"
"I'm fine. Phil
is being taken to a nice federal mental facility for evaluation" Norman
answers as he collapses into his chair. "He will be evaluated to see if
he is capable of standing trial, but it's doubtful. He's pretty much
gone off the deep end. Poor guy."
"Poor guy?! He tried to kill both of us! I hope he stays locked up for a long time." Jesse says emphatically.
"I know, but the
Phil I knew was a brilliant scientist. It's sad to see his life reduced
to this." Norman answers. "I am just glad he failed. I thought he
had killed you and was going to kill me too."
"Thanks to that
vest you insisted I wear we are both alive. That certainly was a close
one. I didn't know if I could get there in time without hyperthrust.
We're a team. If this didn't prove it, nothing will. I'm glad you are
back at the controls."
"It's good to be back. Let's make sure this team stays together for a long time." says Norman.
"Hey, I'm starving. Let's go out for Chinese." Jesse says heading for the door.
"No. I think I'll just stay here. I've got some work to catch up on..." Norman trails off.
Jesse interupts, "Come on, Norman. Get out and live a little or you are going to end up like Phil."
Norman looks up
startled thinking about what Jesse has said. "You're right. I do need
to live a little. Let's go eat. And when we're through can you drop me
by Mona's? It's time we had that date I missed."
"That-a-boy, Norman." Jesse encourages as he pats him on the back as they exit command center.
- - - - - -
Mustang pulls up to Mona's townhouse. Norman and Jesse are finishing a
lighthearted argument, "Norman, I don't care if you had the best of
intentions...next time you want to add one of your gadgets to my car,
you need to ask me first."
"If I had not installed that alarm and tracking system to your car, I'd be dead now...are you saying you'd rather I be dead?"
"Of course not, Norman...but just ask next time. Now go have fun on your date!"
"Thanks for driving, Jesse."
"Ahh, no problem...like I said, I've been meaning to visit an old friend up here."
Norman climbs out of Mustang, and starts walking for the door. Jesse calls out, "Hey Norman!"
"Yeah?" Says Norman, turning and rubbing his hands together nervously.
"You forgot something," Jesse reaches back and pulls out a bouquet of flowers.
"Right!" says Norman, quickly shuffling over to grab the flowers, "Thanks!"
"Anytime," says Jesse, and drives off into the night.
Norman walks up
to the door, checks his clothes to make sure everything is in order,
reaches into his pocket and drops a couple Tic-Tacs in his mouth. Then,
clearing his throat, he rings the doorbell. In just a few seconds he
hears footsteps coming. His heart starts racing. Norman thinks to
himself "I wonder what was more brave of me...charging Phil when he had
a gun on me or going on this date."
The door opens, "Well, hello Norman Tuttle...don't you look dashing," says Mona in a flirtatious tone.
Norman works to regain his composure, "Thanks...umm....you look fantastic Mona!" he says, eyes beaming with admiration.
"Why thank you, Norman," says Mona, blushing a little.
there, like two schoolchildren, awkward, embarrassed, but in love.
Norman realizes he's almost crushing the stems of the flowers he's
holding. He passes them to Mona, "Here you go, I got these for you."
"Oh, they're beautiful...I'll go put them in water. Why don't you come in?"
sure!" says Norman, trying to act normal but looking as awkward as he
felt. He thinks to himself "How does Jesse do it? He's so natural with
- - - - - -
pulls into a park and stops. Jesse gets out of the car. He reaches
behind the driver seat and pulls out another bouquet of flowers, then
shuts the door and walks into the park. It's nighttime but the park is
well lit in the moonlight. He stops and bends down; there are little
marble plaques spaced evenly all around the park with names and dates
carved into them. He places the flowers next to a plaque inscribed
"Kevin Eguene Stalker, May 7, 1961 - April 9, 1985"
- - - - - -
around Mona's living room while she puts the flowers in a vase. He
stops to check out the big screen TV she has. Technology fascinates
Norman, and so he stands there examining the television. Mona walks out
and sees him there, staring at her TV.
"It's a projection TV, Norman."
Norman turns around, "Wow, you serious?"
"Yes, Norman...you act like you've never seen one before."
"Well, to be honest, I haven't. I haven't had much time away from work to get out and do things like shop, travel..."
"Date," interjects Mona with a smile.
"Yeah...date," says Norman.
"Well, high-tech Tuttle, would you like to see how my TV works?"
"Norman Tuttle...I know you, you're just itching to see how that thing works. Your an engineer's engineer!"
Norman laughs, "You really know me, Mona."
Mona walks up to
him and takes his hand, "Only a little...I'm hoping we'll get to spend
more time together so I can get to know you even better."
down, picks up the remote, and turns the TV on. Norman, goes up to the
screen to look at it. Mona watches him examine it with wonder and
fascination. "It's not like a normal TV, it really looks best only if
you look at it straight on," she points out.
"Yeah, that's interesting...they're using a diffractor screen to polarize the light and direct it outwards."
As they are
looking at the TV, a news report comes on. "A suspect is on the loose
in Los Angeles tonight and police are asking people to be on the
lookout for this man." Mona drops the remote control and gasps. Norman
turns to look at her and asks, "What is it, Mona." Mona doesn't speak
but points at the TV. Norman turns and sees Phil's face plastered on
the big screen. "Police are combing the area for Phil Rubenstein, who
apparently escaped when the police car he was riding in was hit by a
truck and was sent flying off the road into this ditch. The officers in
the car were badly injured and have been flown to UCI medical center..."
knowing the events that occurred earlier that evening, starts musing,
"Wow...Norman, we used to work with Phil. I wonder what in the world he
did to get arrested in the first place."
"Kidnapping," answers Norman.
"Kidnapping? Why would he do that? Who did he kidnap?" asks Mona, puzzled.
"You!?!" gasped Mona, "Norman, are you joking with me?"
"I'm afraid not," replied Norman, sheepishly.
there, wanting to tell Mona everything, to share with her everything he
had worked on and why Phil wanted to steal it from him. But Project
Street Hawk was a Level 10 classified project, sharing details of the
project with anyone outside the project was a violation of federal law
punishable by immediate termination of employment and a 20 year prison
Norman was struggling whether or not to tell her something that maybe
he shouldn't, Mona reassured Norman, "If I'm not on a 'need to know'
basis, it's okay Norman. I worked for the government too, you know. I
know how they operate."
Mona...but it's just...if you're ever going to really get to know
me...if we're ever really going to be close, I have to tell you what
I've been working on for the last 5 years."
"Norman...you don't have to tell me about it. But if you want to tell me about it, I'd love to hear."
Norman, taking in a deep breath, "What I am about to tell you is top
secret information, it is not to be shared with anyone else under any
"You're so romantic, Norman," teased Mona.
back. He thinks to himself, "She's perfect. Absolutely perfect." Then
he begins to tell her about Project Street Hawk.
- - - - - -
Center a taxi pulls up. The cab driver gets out and helps a man out of
the back seat, "You sure you're going to be okay?" he asks the
"Yeah, there's a 24-hour urgent care center down the block. I'll be fine."
Having driven a
cab for 10 years in the city of Los Angeles, the driver has learned not
to ask too many questions or get involved with his passenger's
problems, "Okay, if you say so."
As the cab
drives off the figure walks up to the door of Command Center. It's a
plain metal door, surface rust and peeling paint mask it's importance.
The overhead light flickers momentarily. The figure looks up at it,
exposing his bloody face. Phil fumbles around in his pocket and finds a
key ring. He looks at it and thinks to himself, "Well, Norman, you may
have been the better engineer...but I'm a much better pickpocket!" He
chuckles and then starts putting keys into the lock until he finds the
one that fits. He turns the lock and walks into the dark warehouse,
intent on finding out the secrets therein.
- - - - - -
Norman and Mona
sit side by side on the sofa. "You see, Mona, the past 5 years I have
been working on...". A beeping noise interupts Norman's speech. Norman
looks startled for a moment.
"I think you pager is going off" Mona points to his side.
Sorry." Norman checks the display. "Oh, no. Mona, I'm sorry. I've got
to go. That was my alarm on my lab. Someone is in there."
"Maybe Jesse forgot something and went back." Mona suggests.
"No. It's not
Jesse. It is someone unauthorized. I have a camera set up to do facial
recognition scans of anyone entering the building. Anyone the computer
isn't set to authorize sets off an alarm. I've got to go."
"Do you need to call the police?" Mona asks.
"No police. My research is..." Norman and Mona finish the sentence together, "top secret."
"I understand Norman. Do you need a ride?"
"A ride. Yes, that would be great. I really have to find a new car. This is getting tedious." Norman answers.
"Let me get my keys and we'll go." Mona says as she grabs her purse.
Norman stops Mona on the way to the door and looks her in the eye. "Thanks, Mona. Thanks for understanding - everything."
"Norman, I'm a scientist too. I DO understand. Now, let's go."
- - - - - -
Walking into the
darkened warehouse, Phil looks around for the light switch. He sees the
large circuit breaker on the wall in the "off" position. He pushes the
lever upwards until it smacks open, flooding the room with light.
Command Center comes to life, as all the computers begin their boot
sequence. The side of Phil's mouth pulls open to a grin, exposing his
teeth and the piece of Wrigley's trapped helpless between his molars.
"So, Norman," says Phil to himself smugly, "let's see what you've been
over to the Command Center console. "So, let's see just what sort of
medical research you've been up to, Mr. Tuttle." He gingerly sits down
in Norman's chair, and starts typing with his right hand, his left
apparently injured during the accident that freed him from the back of
the police cruiser. After a few minutes, Phil realizes there is no
indication of medical research being done at the facility. "It appears
to be more of a military application than a medical one. You're a slick
one, Top-Secret Tuttle! So let's see what this 'Street Hawk' really
is." After entering a command line on the computer the monitor brings
up a three dimensional line drawing of Street Hawk, showing it's
overall dimensions. "Hmmm, an attack motorcycle? No wonder Kirby liked
your idea better. The old maggot was a big fan of motocross. That must
have been his friend on the bike at the warehouse. Next time, Phil,
shoot for the head you dummy."
Looking up at
the big green board, Phil attempts to locate any indicator of where
Street Hawk might be. He finds a red flashing light in the same area
that the warehouse is in, "Hmmm, you must be keeping it on site." He
looks to his left and sees the blast doors, "So THAT's where it is."
Time to destroy your precious creation, Norman.
But then, as if
struck by a more sinister idea, Phil turns back to the computer and
starts checking around the database. "Oh Norman...when are you going to
learn." Phil tinkers away, hacking into Norman's unprotected computer
- - - - - -
Heading back to
his car, Jesse's beeper goes off. Climbing into his Mustang, Jesse
reads the number on the pager by the dome light. "82CC. What's that?"
Jesse fumbles around in his pocket for his wallet. Norman had a secret
code system to communicate specific messages to Jesse via the pager,
but most of the time he just used "01CC", which meant "Return to
Command Center." Jesse had never seen an "82CC." Pulling out a card, he
checks the code, "Intruder in Command Center! I hope you just hit the
wrong keys, Norman." Jesse turns the ignition on his Mustang, bringing
the Hi-Po 302 Ford to life. Dropping it into drive, he roars out of the
cemetery parking lot and out onto the highway.
- - - - - -
A few hours
later, Jesse pulls up to Command Center. It's dark and there are no
cars parked outside. Jesse grabs his backup .38 revolver snub-nose out
of the glove box and gets out of the car. He quickly creeps up to the
brick side of the building and slides along the side of it until he
comes to a window. He slowly peers around the side of it. The windows
are dirty and there's no light coming from inside, so Jesse can't see
if the intruder is inside the building still. "Only one way to find
out," says Jesse to himself, reluctantly. He walks over to the main
door, turns the key in the lock, and opens the front door slowly, gun
held ready at his shoulder. He doesn't see or hear anything inside.
Quickly he enters the 4 digit disarm code on the pin-pad to keep the
system from engaging another silent alarm. Then he slides quietly over
to the power breaker and slides the arm to "On". If anybody is in
there, they'll be blinded by the light.
lights up, and nothing appears to be out of place. Jesse checks the
back rooms and living quarters, but nothing looks out of the ordinary.
Just as Jesse is about to put his gun away, he hears someone knock at
the front door. He slides up next to the door, gun leveled just above
the deadbolt, and opens the door. Norman is standing there, already
nervous, and the sight of Jesse with his gun drawn at him causes him to
yelp in terror for a split second before his brain can process that it
is just Jesse. Jesse immediately puts the gun away, "Sorry, Norman,
didn't mean to scare you."
"That's okay, Jesse...I'm glad it's you!"
"Well, I got a page with a code for an intruder in Command Center."
"Yeah, my alarm system notified me that someone broke into Command Center a few hours ago...did you find anyone?"
"No, the place was locked up and nothing appeared out of the ordinary."
was just a false alarm," said Norman with a sigh. He turns behind him
and waves at a sedan parked down the block. Mona gets out of the car
and starts walking toward them.
Jesse turns to Norman, "Oh, that's right, she had to drive you
here...what are you going to tell her about this place? What's our
"No cover, Jesse," says Norman, not turning away from looking at Mona, "I told her about Street Hawk."
"You did WHAT!?!" yells Jesse, "What possessed you to go and do a thing like that."
to look at Jesse, Norman defends himself, "Look, I missed out on some
very important things in my life, and now I have a second chance with
Mona. I'm not going to ruin it by trying to live a double life with
"Oh, no, we
couldn't have that," says Jesse, sarcastic and annoyed, "that's the
sort of thing we should only expect washed up motorcycle cop's to have
"What are you boys arguing about?" asks Mona, as she gets within earshot.
"Nothing," say Norman and Jesse in unison.
Mona, with a knowing smile. She thinks to herself how much they remind
her of a couple of boys in high school; mischievous but with good
hearts. "So, where's our intruder?"
"Apparently there wasn't one," answers Norman, sheepishly, "it must have been a false alarm."
"Well, better safe than sorry," says Mona, "so do you feel up to showing me around, Norm?"
"Uh...sure Mona!" says Norman, trying to avoid the scowl Jesse was giving him, "Come inside!"
- - - - - -
In an office
room a few blocks away another building has been broken into. But
instead of ransacking or stealing anything, the intruder seems to be
content to sit at a desk in front of a computer. Phil watches the
screen, waiting for Norman to activate his computer.
- - - - - -
As Norman is
showing Mona around Command Center, Jesse stands back in the darkened
hallway, brooding. He mumbles to himself, "Sure, I have to lie and
sneak around to keep this thing a secret. But does HE have to make any
sacrifices? No. He's spilling everything to her."
Just then, Jesse
looks down on the floor and notices something. There are little dark
drops of something on the floor. He bends down closer to take a look.
It looks like blood. And not far away on the floor is a chewed piece of
gum. "How did that get there?"
Over by the
console, Norman is talking 100 miles per hour. "So this is the control
module, allowing me to monitor and control Street Hawk, it's weapon
systems, hyperthrust, and all the other active systems on the
motorcycle. Do you want to see Street Hawk, Mona?"
"Of course, Norman!"
"All right, here
we go!" Norman punches the activate button on his console, and releases
the blast shields with the control lever. Steam billows out from the
blast shield interlocks and the doors slide open. The black motorcycle
starts to rotate towards Norman and Mona as it moves backwards with the
- - - - - -
In the office
building Phil sees the prompt he has been waiting for. "Street Hawk
Activated" blinks on the screen. Phil types his command into the
computer, "Activate Machine Guns"
- - - - - -
Standing up from the floor holding the gum between his fingers, Jesse thinks for a minute. Then it clicks. "Phil!"
All of a sudden,
amidst the noise of the blast shields moving, Jesse hears a sound he
knows all too well. That was the "Whirrrr...CLICK" noise that the
machine gun pod on Street Hawk makes when it is activated. He looks up
to see Street Hawk pointed toward Norman and Mona. He yells out, "GET
DOWN!" Norman and Mona, turn and look at him, surprised.
Then it happens.
*BLAM* *BLAM* *BLAM*
- - - - - -
Norman, Mona and
Jesse all dive for the floor arms over their heads. "What's happening?"
Jesse yells over the loud, pounding gunfire.
"I don't know" Norman yells back. "The computer...It's like it is operating on it's own."
"How do we stop it?" Jesse yells again.
"The power. I
need to cut the power to the computer" Norman answers. "If I can just
get back to the main power switch..." Norman says thinking aloud while
looking for an avenue to the computer's power source.
Another spray of
machine gun fire sends them all back ducking for cover again. A thought
suddenly occurs to Jesse. He turns and belly crawls toward the main
door. Timing the machine gunfire, he jumps to his feet, grabs the main
power switch and flips it to the off position. The warehouse is
suddenly cast into darkness and silence. For a moment nobody moves. As
eyes adjust to the little light coming from the outside street lights,
they climb to their feet.
"Is everyone ok? Norman? Mona?" Jesse asks.
"I'm fine." Mona replies.
"Me too" Norman answers. "Thanks, Jesse. That was quick thinking."
"What the heck happened?" Jesse demands.
"I don't know. It's like someone was controlling the computer from the outside." Norman answers.
"Someone like Phil?" Jesse questions.
"Phil? How would Phil...? Phil was the intruder!" Norman realizes.
"Yeah. I found
blood and gum on the floor just before that thing" Jesse gestures
toward the computer, "started shooting at us. How is he controlling the
"He must have set up a port for remote access when he was here." Norman answers pondering the situation.
"Well, how do we stop it?" Jesse asks.
"First I have to
get the computer turned back on." Norman answers pondering the
situation. "But if I do that he would have access and start shooting
"Why don't you disarm the bike?" Mona offers.
Norman looks at her quizzically. "What..?"
"Take the bullets out. If there are no bullets, he can't shoot at us."
"That's one smart lady Norman." Jesse says offering Mona his most charming smile.
"Yes. You are
absolutely right. I'll disarm and disable the bike then return power to
the computer. Then I'll have to find out how he set up remote access
and disable his connection." Norman begins working his way around the
semi-dark warehouse. Grabbing a flashlight and his tools, he makes his
way to the bike.
"Norman is there any way to find out where Phil is before we disable his connection?" Jesse wonders.
"Well, I can probably trace the connection." Norman answers.
"If we disable
his connection, he will know we are on to him and probably move on. Can
you make him think he still has control?"
Norman thinks for a minute. "I think so, but it will take some time."
"Mona, can you help?" Jesse asks.
"Sure. If Norman will point me in the right direction." Mona answers.
Jesse turns and heads toward the dressing room. "Where are you going?" Norman asks.
"I'm suiting up. As soon as you have the computer and bike back up and running. I'm going to find Phil."
- - - - - -
Dressed in his black riding suit, Jesse paces the length of command center and back again. "How much longer Norman?" he asks.
fifth time you have asked. I'm working on it." Norman answers as he
works furiously to rearm Street Hawk. "How are you doing Mona?"
"I am getting
close. I should have a location for you soon" Mona answers as her
fingers fly over the keyboard. Norman set up a computer simulation to
make Phil think he still has control of Street Hawk. She glances his
way and thinks how nice it is to be a team with Norman. "I've got it.
The connection is routed through a computer system in the Kenton
building at Fuller & Brighton."
"Great!!" Norman exclaims, "The bike's almost ready. I've just got to tighten this one last bolt."
As he makes the
last turn, Jesse runs over donning his helmet and nearly runs Norman
over as he mounts the bike. "Get me out of here Norman."
"Jesse. All we
have to do is call the Feds and have him picked up. There is no reason
for you to go out there. I haven't had a chance to test all the
"No way, Norman.
We turned him over to them once and he got away. I'm going to make sure
the package gets delivered this time. Consider this the test run."
"I'm going Norman. Open the doors." Jesse demands.
toward the computer console and punches in the code to unlock the Maxi
billboard. Jesse revs the engine and Street Hawk flies out the doors
into the night.
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right at the first intersection, Jesse heads down Fuller Street towards
the Kenton Office Complex. Jesse notes how odd it feels not to be
entering hyperthrust, as most of his missions involve a lengthy drive.
This time the battle is close to home. And it's personal. Phil tried to
kill his friend twice, he won't let him do it a third time.
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