Firebird's Flashpoint

A PR Crossover Fanfic by: A J

(standard disclaimer applies)

Chapter One

Kim Hart parked her new (used) VW Rabbit in the back lot of her apartment building. As she opened her door, a hand reached in and yanked her out of the driver's seat by her arm.

"Outta my car, beyotch!" a dusky-skinned Latino thundered at her. He moved to spin her away so he could climb in instead. It might even have worked, too, if not for her three years as one of Earth's secret defenders.

"The HECK I will!" Kim cried. She dug in her heels, swung her elbow into his gut, and flipped him up and over her shoulder and the car door.

He landed badly, as any untrained thug might, but that didn't keep him from rolling over and stumbling to his feet to try again. "I didn't wanna do this, chica, but I ain't leavin' without my wheels!" He pulled a switchblade from his back pocket, and it snapped open with an ominous sound.

Kim stared at the knife blade for a minute, able to see one of her assailant's eyes reflected off it in the late afternoon Florida sunlight. Neither of them blinked for several seconds, then she straightened from her defensive crouch to glare defiantly back at him.

"I'll have you know I paid twelve thousand dollars for this automobile, mister," Kimberly said coolly. "It's legally mine."

"That so? Well I'll have you know I put over fifty grand into that conejo, chica. And I'll be damned if some girl scout is gonna help the pequinos take her away from me!" He kicked the door shut between them, and advanced blade-first.

'Oh, you have got to be KIDDING me,' Kim thought to herself. She had envisioned all manner of possible problems with buying a used car from the impound/repo sale, starting at bad accelerators and going through split belts to worn brakes. But she had never in a million years suspected the previous owner would come looking for her and her new 'ride'. Then he lunged.

It was over in seconds. Her dance partner, obviously not the most accomplished knife-fighter to begin with, went down faster than the practice dummy at the dojo she frequented twice a week nearby to 'keep her hand in ... just in case'. A quick spin to get inside the reach of his flailing blade, an application of S.I.N.G.*, and her would-be carjacker was so much whimpering mass at her feet.

Two jump-ropes and a spare belt later, she had her automotive predecessor trussed up in her Rabbit's back seat. Kim sighed, and drove to the Dade County police station half a mile back towards Schmidt's Gym.

Pulling into the space in front of the station, she waved to get the attention of the nearest officer. Pulling his patrolman's cap over his copper hair, the young man stepped over to her.

"What's the matter, miss?"

"'scuse me, Officer ... Caine," Kim said, reading his name off his uniform. She opened her rear door and hauled her accoster out by his shoulder. "I'd like to make a citizen's arrest."

Her reawakened faux-jacker's only reply was an unoriginal "Bite me, chica."

(to be continued …)

*Solar Plexus, Instep, Nose, Groin, as immortalised in 'Miss Congeniality'.