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"You've got to abort!"
"She needs my help," Bonnie Possible replied to her oldest sister. Even as a disembodied voice over the radio, Vonnie's urgency was palpable. She was calling from a Middleton Municipal Legal Complex landline, which was why there was no streaming video compatible with the Boncom, and thus patched to the craft's console instead of her converted compact.
"On final approach," Lonnie stated next to her, flicking several switches on a couple panels both ahead and above her. "Buckle up. As you know, water landings are rougher than runways."
"Bonnie, as a bounty hunter, you know you can't arrest or detain fugitives across international borders. It was a good thing she wasn't at this Professor Atari's place."
"Acari."
"What?"
"It was 'Professor Acari', not 'Atari'."
"So don't care! I'm just grateful I was able to get the local authorities to meet you there. Cause had she been there and you tried to arrest her—"
Bonnie gripped a passengers' assist handle as the Jump Jet's nose got closer to the water. Pontoon-less, the fuselage would be making direct contact, like a boat's hull. With practiced expertise, the blonde pilot had already cut power to the wing-mounted turboshaft-driven props. They had been gliding the past five minutes, but just now the ducts protecting the blades were partially tilted up at a forty-five-degree angle to best protect them from the shock of hitting the Caribbean's surface.
"Look, Vondra, I'm not planning to arrest her. She's innocent."
"Not according to the FRN!"
"The Fugitive Recovery Network is just an internet database," Bonnie retorted, "with no way to determine when someone is falsely accused with charges trumped. Would you expect me to arrest you if your name was on it?"
"Should I ever turn my back on the family business and start declaring 'I…Am…Evil', I would hope so!"
"She's a superhero. My hero. She'd never switch sides, I know it."
"Whatever. Just keep in mind you can NOT perform any arrests. You've no immunities and American foreign policy will not back you should you do so. It is bad enough you're using 'pursuit' as a flimsy excuse for operating internationally, don't compound things by getting your own butt arrested."
A couple of jostling bounces and they were down. Lonnie dropped the ducted wing props to their forward position, restarting them at their more sedately water-churning speeds, and the Jump Jet—in reality not a jet, but 'jump turboshaft-driven ducted prop plane' did not roll off the tongue as smoothly—taxied closer to the island to which Connie had remotely tracked the small aircraft leaving Acari's South American lab from her 'nerve center' back at the house.
"Anchor dropped," the older blonde announced once they were safely inside the reef barrier, completely powering down the rest of the systems.
"Good job, Sis," Bonnie said while moving past the rear seating area to the equipment locker behind the compact food-prep area and across from the lavatory. She broke out their wetsuits and gear. "Time to get our little piggies wet."
"She needs my help," Bonnie Possible replied to her oldest sister. Even as a disembodied voice over the radio, Vonnie's urgency was palpable. She was calling from a Middleton Municipal Legal Complex landline, which was why there was no streaming video compatible with the Boncom, and thus patched to the craft's console instead of her converted compact.
"On final approach," Lonnie stated next to her, flicking several switches on a couple panels both ahead and above her. "Buckle up. As you know, water landings are rougher than runways."
"Bonnie, as a bounty hunter, you know you can't arrest or detain fugitives across international borders. It was a good thing she wasn't at this Professor Atari's place."
"Acari."
"What?"
"It was 'Professor Acari', not 'Atari'."
"So don't care! I'm just grateful I was able to get the local authorities to meet you there. Cause had she been there and you tried to arrest her—"
Bonnie gripped a passengers' assist handle as the Jump Jet's nose got closer to the water. Pontoon-less, the fuselage would be making direct contact, like a boat's hull. With practiced expertise, the blonde pilot had already cut power to the wing-mounted turboshaft-driven props. They had been gliding the past five minutes, but just now the ducts protecting the blades were partially tilted up at a forty-five-degree angle to best protect them from the shock of hitting the Caribbean's surface.
"Look, Vondra, I'm not planning to arrest her. She's innocent."
"Not according to the FRN!"
"The Fugitive Recovery Network is just an internet database," Bonnie retorted, "with no way to determine when someone is falsely accused with charges trumped. Would you expect me to arrest you if your name was on it?"
"Should I ever turn my back on the family business and start declaring 'I…Am…Evil', I would hope so!"
"She's a superhero. My hero. She'd never switch sides, I know it."
"Whatever. Just keep in mind you can NOT perform any arrests. You've no immunities and American foreign policy will not back you should you do so. It is bad enough you're using 'pursuit' as a flimsy excuse for operating internationally, don't compound things by getting your own butt arrested."
A couple of jostling bounces and they were down. Lonnie dropped the ducted wing props to their forward position, restarting them at their more sedately water-churning speeds, and the Jump Jet—in reality not a jet, but 'jump turboshaft-driven ducted prop plane' did not roll off the tongue as smoothly—taxied closer to the island to which Connie had remotely tracked the small aircraft leaving Acari's South American lab from her 'nerve center' back at the house.
"Anchor dropped," the older blonde announced once they were safely inside the reef barrier, completely powering down the rest of the systems.
"Good job, Sis," Bonnie said while moving past the rear seating area to the equipment locker behind the compact food-prep area and across from the lavatory. She broke out their wetsuits and gear. "Time to get our little piggies wet."
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Bonnie Possible, Chapter One
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Bonnie Possible, Chapter Four
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Five
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Six
Here we have the ACTUAL, LIVE, Prologue for Bonnie Possible, the first fic for a collaborative Kim Possible AU setting of the same name in which James Possible did not marry Ann, but instead married the woman in canon who was Bonnie's mother.
So Bonnie and her siblings—a few of which are my OCs—were born and raised as Possibles. Similar to the normal Possible creed, Bonnie's personal motto is "Anything 'B' possible for this Possible".
A different "hero origin" with handsome reward collected accompanied by a media-glut all about the "hero cheerleader" saw BP's original "photogenic youth model" website flooded with hits asking for help with rewards and dollar values attached. Quickly a successful and lucrative private investigation and bounty hunter service developed as Bonfire Securities—yes, a financial term, but it sounded good to a 12-year-old girl!
Look for a few more Peeks from micknutson9 before we have to shift to other venues for the balance of the story due to mature themes.
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Kim Possible, Bonnie Rockwaller, and Company ©Disney
"Bonnie Possible", any Original Characters, unique treatments, and spins of others ©LoveRobin
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Two
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Three
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Four
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Five
Bonnie Possible, Chapter Six
Here we have the ACTUAL, LIVE, Prologue for Bonnie Possible, the first fic for a collaborative Kim Possible AU setting of the same name in which James Possible did not marry Ann, but instead married the woman in canon who was Bonnie's mother.
So Bonnie and her siblings—a few of which are my OCs—were born and raised as Possibles. Similar to the normal Possible creed, Bonnie's personal motto is "Anything 'B' possible for this Possible".
A different "hero origin" with handsome reward collected accompanied by a media-glut all about the "hero cheerleader" saw BP's original "photogenic youth model" website flooded with hits asking for help with rewards and dollar values attached. Quickly a successful and lucrative private investigation and bounty hunter service developed as Bonfire Securities—yes, a financial term, but it sounded good to a 12-year-old girl!
Look for a few more Peeks from micknutson9 before we have to shift to other venues for the balance of the story due to mature themes.
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Kim Possible, Bonnie Rockwaller, and Company ©Disney
"Bonnie Possible", any Original Characters, unique treatments, and spins of others ©LoveRobin
© 2016 - 2024 LoveRobin
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Thanks again for coming up with the idea for this fanfic due to that previous Mr. Barkin comment. 
I'm already in the process of coming up with another idea due to said comment, so be on the lookout in the future on the forum, okay? 
Also, since Chapter Three is Bonnie's B-story and ergo, your baby, you should have the honor of posting it on here instead of me, okay? Thank you! 
I'm already in the process of coming up with another idea due to said comment, so be on the lookout in the future on the forum, okay? Also, since Chapter Three is Bonnie's B-story and ergo, your baby, you should have the honor of posting it on here instead of me, okay? Thank you!