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“Good morning Dr. Possible.”

“Good morning to you too Tara,” Kim’s mom replied approaching the nurse station and adjusting her smock. “How is our day looking?”

“Well, let’s see…” the blonde replied looking at her monitor. “You have a consultation with the Fitzgeralds scheduled at 2 this afternoon, a scheduled procedure to remove an acoustic neuroma at 3, a follow up appointment with Mr. Flores at 4, and the rest of the shift appears to be just rounds and on-call.”

“Seems like a fairly light shift seeing the craziness that we had the last couple of days. I have to admit it was really sweet of you to come in and help out during your break, especially this early in the morning.”

“Awh, it’s nothing. Besides, you know how all of that hospital volunteer work looks on the med school applications.” she winked.


“True. Although I wouldn’t think Logan would be too happy about it.”

“Nah, it’s fine. It gave him an excuse to go camping with a few of his buddies at Oregon State.” she answered handing Ann a stack of medical files. “And besides, I know he wouldn’t admit to it, but I’m sure he’s happy that he’s getting out of another wedding planning session.”

“Yeah, how has all of that been going?”

“Pretty good. Lot’s of compromising. Since money’s a little tight we are leaning more towards having a more low-key ceremony, possibly even holding it at our farm.”


“Oh! Farm weddings can be a lot of fun!” she exclaimed, “James’ brother Slim is a regular cowboy and did that up at his Montana ranch. It was one of the best weddings we have ever went to.”

“Seriously?”


“Naturally it had the whole Country theme going on, the men were dressed in denim, they had a bluegrass band playing music, and it was followed by a pot-luck dinner and an old fashioned hoe-down.”

“That does sound like a lot of fun. Logan had looked into taking the pot-luck dinner approach too. With his father overseeing so many weddings over the years he had his share of invitations and has told me that the pot-lucks are some of the best receptions he had ever attended. But, I told him we had promised Ron and Mr. Barkin that they would cater the event so we’re going to honor that and help them grow their business.”


Tara then began to look around with a sneaky look to see if anybody was around before continuing, “And um, speaking of which, has there been any news out of Eugene yet?” she asked in a much softer tone.

“Surprisingly no.” she shrugged. “After we had given Ron our blessing to propose to Kimberly it was all he could do to contain himself, I was under the assumption that he would be asking her right as he got off the bus with the amount of excitement he had going on.”


“Awh, that’s so sweet.”

“Oh you should have seen him. Bless his heart.” she laughed, “He came over to the house and sat me down on the couch, asked if we could get Jim on a webcam screen to join us before going into his speech which I think he had been rehearsing all morning. Then when we finally got an uplink with Jim at the space station, he totally panicked and couldn’t remember anything that he had wrote.”


“That’s Ron for you.”

“I mean, I don’t know why he would be so nervous about asking us. This is Ron we’re talking about. He’s been practically family since before the two of them could walk. And with all that they’ve been through, how he stuck with her through all of her problems, bringing her back from the brink like he did, of course we were going to give him our blessing. Granted, Jim didn’t help matters by subtly referring to his polarity research he has been up to, but I think it was more him trying to be a dad, even if it was from space.”


“Well, I’m sure if Ron hasn’t asked her yet that there is a good reason for it. Maybe he’s waiting for just the right moment and it just hasn’t presented itself yet.”


“I agree, Ron really tries to be romantic when it counts.”

The two ladies continued to talk and chuckle back and forth to each other until a nurse ran up to the station and interrupted them.


“Doctor Possible are you doing anything at the moment?”

“I was just about to do some rounds, is there something you need help with?”

“The ER is a little light staffed at the moment and we have an call that we’re going to need help with. White female, early 20’s being brought in with a GSW to the abdomen and some head trauma. Any chance you can assist?”

“Sure thing, nothing like a little ER trauma to keep things interesting. She said unbuttoning her smock. I’ll get scrubbed in and meet you in Room 3.”

“Great, the call’s from the space center explosion.”

“The what?!?”

“The Middleton Space Center, It’s all over the news. It’s been blown up. I guess whatever reason they had to evacuate everyone yesterday was a legitimate problem.”


“Oh my God!”


It was then when the double doors of the ambulance bay swung open with a team paramedics rushing a gurney towards the three women. Ann’s eyes became wide and she dropped the file folder she was holding when she saw the faces of a bloodied Ron and Bonnie following the patient in.


--END--
“GOTCHA!” Trepid screamed as the tension from his grappling hook took hold and stopped Bonnie’s fall a mere five feet from the pavement below.

“I...I...I think I’m going to be sick.” she whimpered.

Ken slowly released more tension from his line and gently descended to the ground where he promptly took out a laser cutter and began to sever her bonds.

“You alright Stoney?” he asked her finally cutting through the last chord and freeing her.

“Let’s see, I’m a little roughed up from the crash, my arms are sore from being tied up for the last twelve hours, and I think I need to change my underwear after being tossed out a window, but other than that, I’m peachy-fucking-keen!”


“You’ll have to tell me about what happened later, but right now we need to get back in that control room. Kim and Ron are up against two guys they aren’t equipped to handle.”


“Um, I think that might be a problem,” Bonnie said pointing back up at the tower and the metal curtain which now covered the windows, “I think the facility might have just gone into lockdown.”


“Blast doors?! Who puts blast doors on a control tower?” He groaned.

“Oh I don’t know Ken, someone who deals with blasting things into space all the time?”


“Now’s not the time for smartassery,” he scolded while trying to get his communicator to work. “Wade, you there?”

“What’s up Trep? I lost your signal for some reason.” Wade said as he signed on, sipping on a soda, “How’s the operation going?”


“Sideways. Will Du is the mastermind behind all of this.”

“Will Du?”

“Apparently he’s gone rogue and has been the one giving Akuma orders.”

“What would he want with a laser drill?”

“I don’t know, but what I do know is that he took Stoney as a hostage and used her to separate me from Kim and Ron. And now they’re locked into the control tower with him and Akuma while the two of us are on the ground, unable to get in.”

“I guess that explains why Bonnie never answered her communicator when I tried to get in touch with her.”

“Yeah well, that and I turned it off. Spring Break remember?” she grumbled.

“Dually noted Bonnie. What do you mean by locked out Trep?”

“Locked out as in there are big friggin metal shutters covering all of the windows to the place and we can’t get back inside.”

“That...must be new, I didn’t see any lockdown system on the station’s schematics.” he said confused.

“Well, they’re here now Wade! I don’t have time, we need a way back in. Can you log into the system’s computers and see what you can find?”

“Sure thing, give me just a sec.” Wade said, frantically typing away at his keyboard. “Oh, so there are blast doors.”

“Tell me something we don’t know Wade…”

“Okay, okay...According to my data, all main windows and entrances to the center are locked out and the elevator to and from the control tower is non-operational. However, there seems to be an air vent just to the right of the main entrance which you could use to enter the facility.


Looking at the plans, the ventilation system can take you to fairly close to where the elevator shaft is located. Once you get there, access the shaft and use your grappling hooks to go up the tower, but you’ll have to find a way into the elevator cabin to get back to the control room.


“How long do you think that would take?”

“By the looks of it, you’ll have to cut through at least three ventilation grates and find a way around a large metal fan before you can make it to the elevator shaft. Conservatively using your laser cutter probably thirty minutes?”

“That’s 29 minutes too many.”

“Well then I guess, if you happen to have packed some of your proximity mines, you might be able to shave off some more time using the ‘more direct’ approach.


Ken quickly looked into his utility belt and saw a pair of discs situated in one of the pockets. “I’ve got two...I’ll figure out how to get through the third when I get to it.”

“Do that and I’ll try to patch my way into the space center’s servers and see if I can get it out of lockdown. You two be careful.”

“Got it.” Ken said signing off and then turning to Bonnie who had overheard the conversation and nodded in agreement.


---


“Ron you alright?” A winded Kim asked her boyfriend.


“Yeah, KP...this Akuma guy, he’s freaking fast on his f-”

“INCOMING!” she screamed as both dove out of the way of another powerful charge by Akuma which saw him plow through a series of control panels.


“Well there goes any future space missions.” Ron huffed.


*Kim, Ron..this is Trepid, do you read me?* Ken spoke over their radios.

“Little busy dodging a hulking monster Trep, what is it?”

“First off Bonnie’s safe, so don’t worry about her. Second is that we’re going to try to get back into the building, which might be tricky with everything locked down.”

“Yeah, Akuma has some sort of device he hacked into the system with.”

“Wade’s trying to hack into it. It might take some time but I’m coming back to you. Try to stall Du and Akuma as much as you can until I can get there. And whatever you do, don’t let him take the mirrors!”


“Yeah, so not the drama Ken.” she remarked dodging another swipe, “We’ll hold him down until you get here.”

“Ron we have to split up. We can’t go after this guy side-by-side. We have to attack him from different angles to have a chance.”


“A chance at what?”

“A chance to see if we can hold him off until Trepid finds a way back into the building,”

“If he finds a way back into the building...and how does he know Bonnie? He asked confused.

“Not sure, we’ll have to ask him. In the meantime, MOVE!” she yelled while another massive fist came slamming down close to the pair with them rolling out of the way just in time.


“Here’s an idea: Stay on the ground and try to keep him distracted and I’ll take the grappling hook and see if I can do anything from the air.” Kim said running across the room.

While Kim was thinking out her plan, Ron caught a glimpse of some movement out of the corner of his eye.


“Du’s making a run for the mirrors KP!” he exclaimed.


Kim turned her head and saw as well.

“Ron, go stop him. I’ll take care of the big guy.”

“Kim that’s crazy!” he protested “You’ll get killed!”

“Ron, do it! He can’t get away with the mirrors!”

“But Akuma....”

“Where’s Rufus at? She asked.

“In my pocket.”

“Give him to me.”

Ron consented and pulled Rufus out of his pocket and handed him to his girlfriend.


“Now go stop Du, Rufus and I will try to keep Akuma distracted.”

Ron nodded and ran after Du while Kim again barely dodged another swing of Akuma’s giant arms.

“KP!”


“Go, Ron! Now!”


---


While Kim and Ron battled inside the control tower, Ken and Bonnie were hard at work down on the ground floor, desperately trying to regain access into the space center.


They had managed to force their way into the ventilation system Wade had pointed them to and were quickly confronted with the first metal security grate. Ken instructed Bonnie to remain around a corner while he attached one of his proximity mines to the edge of the grate. He was careful in his placement of the mine so the blast would only warp or weaken the grate without broader damage. Due to the various compartmental lockdowns throughout the facility, the ventilation shaft was the quickest and most direct way to the elevator, so any damage to the structure of the shaft would result in lost time.

Once the mine was set, he armed the device and quickly shimmied back to Bonnie’s position. He  threw a quarter at it and got on top of Bonnie to protect her from the ensuing blast and as the quarter rolled within the proximity of the mine, the device detonated. The explosion was quick and as planned, warped the grate enough that Ken was able to kick it in enough so that the two of them could crawl through its opening. They continued down the shaft and soon came to the second security grate. Ken once again placed his last proximity mine on the corner of the grate and repeated what he had done with the first, except this time the blast managed to blow the grate off completely, and leaving it on the ground in a twisted heap.


“Well that’s two down, one more to go and we’re out of mines.” Bonnie said waving through the residual smoke. “Got any ideas on how to get past the last grate?”

“I’ve got one,” he said bending over and picking up the mangled remains of the grate. “We have a laser cutter which should be able to cut through the sections of the grate, barring its the same type as the last two. Since time is something we don’t have, we’ll cut through a few sections and then ram this bent piece in the hole and try to pry it apart.


Bonnie nodded in agreement and the two hurried again through the shaft and reaching the third and final grate. Ken took out the laser cutter, and turned it up to its highest setting before starting to cut through the iron bars. Slowly but surely the bars began to glow a bright orange and a small slit began to form through the bars. Minutes later he was through, then he went to work on the next bar, and the next, and the next, until he had cut through what he thought was enough for his plan to work. He next laid down on the floor and began to kick at the cut section of the grate, inch by inch, the metal began to bend from the impacts and soon enough of it had been pushed back to the point he could insert the piece of the other grate into the hole. Bonnie joined him and helped pull against the bars until they had managed to pry out a small opening.


“Do you think you can fit through that?” He asked Bonnie.

“I think so,” she said as she turned herself sideways and tried to shimmy through the small, tight opening. “I’m through, but can you fit through it?”

“Not yet,” he said picking up the fulcrum and began to slam it into the warped section several times. “There, now I can.”


With the mangled bars still in his hand, he and Bonnie hurried down the shaft until they arrived at the giant metal exhaust fan which was busy spinning around.

“There’s always a moving fan…” she sighed.


“Wade, what are the chances you’ve hacked into the system and can kill the airflow in this duct?”

“No can do Trep, I’m still trying to hack into this system.”

“So I guess we’re going to have to do this the old fashioned way, stand back Stoney, this might kick back.”

Ken took the old mangled piece of grate from earlier and followed with his eyes one of the three giant fan blades. He began to time a single blade and how long it took to cross paths with a straight brace which mounted the fan to the shaft. “One, two,” he counted on his breath, “THREE!” and shoved the bar next to the brace and stopping the blade in its path. The fan’s engined whirred in a painful sound as it tried to break through the stoppage.

“Is that safe to go through?” Bonnie asked.

“Nope, so you better dive and do it fast!”

“Fine, she said taking a few steps back and entered a starting pose reminiscent of a gymnastics routine, she then took off, did a quick flip and slid with ease through the fan’s opening and popped back up on the other side.

“Your turn.” She mocked with her hands out as if she had just finished a floor routine.

Trepid furled his brow watching the fan blades continue to quiver as they tried to free themselves from the barrier. “Here goes nothing,” he said to himself while he crawled through the tight space. He wiggled his head through, then his chest, and then his torso which he thought he was through when all of a sudden, the bar became dislodged and the fan was able to begin to spin freely again, catching Trepid in the waist and pinning him against a side brace.

“Shit!” he screamed, half in anger and half in pain.

“Oh no, Ken are you ok?” Bonnie asked.

“No...this hurts..” he squeaked. The blade’s stuck on my belt, so it’s not cutting into me...but this really hurts.”


“W-what do you want me to do?!”


“Take the laser cutter and aim it into the fan’s housing. Fry...the...motor!”


Bonnie took the laser and quickly went to work trying to disable the fan’s inner workings. After several tense minutes sparks began to fly and the fan was finally offline and with it the pressure of the blade on Ken’s body. He quickly shoved the blade off and crawled in pain next to the brunette.

“Thanks.”

“You alright?”

“Yeah, just a little pinch...I’ll make it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Hey...I was getting to that,” he gasped. “Let me get some feeling back in my legs.”

“So now what?”


Ken stood back up and took a few deep breaths, “Let’s find out. Wade, you there?”

“Still here Trepid, what’s your status?”

“We made it through the grates and the fan, now what?”

“Okay according to the schematics, there should be an air duct grate about ten yards away from your location. It will be on your right and exits out into the main concourse just outside of the propulsion lab. It’s probably only secured with a couple of screws, so a good kick should be all it takes. Once you’re into the concourse, the elevator should just be a short distance from you.”

“Got it Wade, we’ll let you know when we’re there.”
---


“Going somewhere Will Du?” Ron said slyly from behind the rogue agent.

“Mr. Stoppable, are we really going to do this?”


“Um, Yeah. You’re not getting those mirrors.”

“As you and your counterpart have implied several times already to the point of redundancy..” He said turning and approaching Ron. “You do realize what you are inviting onto yourself, yes?


“Do you?”

“What? A washed up sidekick who’s given up a crime fighting hobby in exchange for a chef’s hat?” He scoffed. “Against a seasoned soldier trained in so many forms of Kung Fu that it reads like a list from the Audobon Society, so what exactly do you think the outcome of this confrontation is going to be other than your ultimate demise?”

“I think that you being a Kung Fu snob has made you forget that I, Ron Stoppable was the one who trained at the Yamanouchi Ninja School, possessed the Mythical Monkey Power AND welded the Lotus Blade…”

“Of which you merely attended a semester of, hardly enough to make you a master of anything; and if I recall you’ve lost your Mythical Monkey Powers AND lost the Lotus Blade to the power known as ‘gravity.’ Rendering you nothing more than than another martial arts wannabe who can break boards with his hands.”


“Hey, I went back...for a few weeks...a few years back.” Ron defended himself.

“Then stopping me from taking these mirrors should be a breeze then,” he said cracking his neck and entering a strike position. “Prepare yourself for your end!”

Ron dropped his eyes and focused his gaze on his opponent. He assumed his own strike position which Yori had taught him and braced for Du’s attack. Will came at him with several tiger strikes which Ron successfully defended and then returned the favor with his own set of blows which Du also was able to block.

“Impressive,” Du admitted. Your vacation seems to have amassed the basic groundwork for Kung Fu. Now lets see what you can do with an advanced skillset.”

Unimpressed, Ron motioned his adversary to bring said skillset to light. Which Du obliged, this time utilizing a series of high kicks, to which again Ron was able to repel with his own knifehand blocks and connecting with a counter sweep which sent Du to the floor, only to spring right back up.

“Still impressed?” Ron said with a rush of adrenaline flow through his body as he began to recall his Yamanouchi training.

“So you can block, congratulations...you’re a green belt at a Tiny Tigers.”

“Says the guy this ‘Tiny Tiger’ just knocked on his keister!”


“Lucky shot, nothing more.”


Du came at him again with a series of punches and knee strikes, and again Ron managed to block all of them with increased ease. After two more sets of attacks, Ron began to realize that the strikes that Du was landing on his body didn’t particularly hurt or sting like the hits Yori laid on him in sparring sessions. This had to mean one of two things: Either Ron was a lot tougher and stronger in martial arts than he thought he was, or that Will Du wasn’t as tough and experienced as he was making himself out to be. He dodged another round of kicks and again and decided to test his theory on the next wave of attacks by intentionally letting his guard down. That next round came swiftly with a series of punches to Ron’s midsection.


Ron was right.

Du was landing either landing weak strikes or Ron was substantially better than he thought he was.


Despite the slew of punches, Ron simply backed up while a smirk came across his face.


“What’s so funny?” Du questioned as he threw another punch at Ron’s midsection, to which he grabbed his opponent’s arm and threw him over his shoulder. Du picked himself up stunned at the counter.

Ron let out a smirk and scowled, “What? Is the Grand Master of Audubon Society Kung Fu unable see a Stone Monkey technique when he sees one?”


Du was both humiliated and furious at getting bested and charged at Ron with a slew of fists, and once again Ron successfully countered and shoved him out of his way.

“My turn.” Ron said charging at a dazed Du, landing multiple shots across the agent’s body and forcing him back away from the mirrors.

“Boo-yah!”


---


In the control room Kim and Rufus were having a lot less luck in their fight with Akuma. The beast had already wrecked and destroyed several crates and control panels while attempting to smash the redhead with his charges and so the thought of trying to preserve as much of the room had gone out of her strategy and now it was just a matter of staying alive until reinforcements arrived.


“Trepid, if you can hear me it would be really great if I could get your hand up here.” She yelled into her communicator in between dodging a thrown computer monitor.

“Working on it Kim...almost through the ventilation system. Keep him busy.”


“Yeah, sure...easy breezy.” she groaned seeking shelter from behind a crate to catch her breath.


The break was short lived when she saw a shadow cast over here and a giant foot came slamming down on her position. She grabbed Rufus and rolled safely out of the way before making it back to her feet and sprinting across the room.

“I’ve got an idea Rufus,” she said to the rodent on her shoulder. “But you’re not going to like it.”

“Huh?” he chirped.

“I need you to get near him and try to have him try to stomp you with his foot. Obviously don’t get squashed but jump on his boot and try to climb into his pant leg.”

“Ok?”  Rufus agreed, but with some confusion.

“When you’re in there, do something to distract him. Tickle him, bite him, whatever it takes!”


“Um, okey dokey!” The molerat chirped and saluted, before hopping off of Kim and stood in Akuma’s way. He wagged his tiny pink arms in an attempt to distract him from chasing after Kim and to turn his attention towards him instead. The distraction worked and Akuma slowed down and stared at the creature.

“Puny rodent, do you think you’re any match for me?” He boasted before lifting up his foot and then slamming it down on Rufus. Kim watched nervously as Akuma ground his boot into the floor as if he were putting out a cigarette butt, hoping desperately that her little friend was able to get out of the way. Akuma lifted his boot up to see if he had squashed him yet was confused when he was unable to find him. She looked hard while Akuma checked the floor and then his boot and then back to the floor around him searching for the mole rat. Kim finally let out a sigh of relief when she saw Rufus’ little bright pink head pop up from around his ankle and then quickly scurried up his pant leg.  


She could tell Akuma knew that he was somewhere on his body by the unusual twists and turns he suddenly began to do. The brute began to let out some light giggles suggesting he was tickling him from inside, and then Akuma quickly dropped to his knees in a roar of pain.

“Oh Rufus that’s low even for him.” She murmured. Seeing Akuma on his knees, she finally sensed an opportunity. Lifting up her arm she aimed her grappling gun at a rafter situated above the ailing Akuma and leaped over him and onto a stack of crates which were stacked behind him. Once on top she jumped back off, swinging from the hook and plowing into the back of Akuma’s head, toppling him over face first into the ground. It may have been through dirty means but she was able to bring the beast down. Or so she thought, for as soon as she landed back on the ground, Akuma had begun to stand back up, his eyes glowing red and his jagged teeth flashed with rage.

“Uh oh.”

Akuma rose back to his feet and emitted a loud roar of anger before shoving his hands into his pants and yanking a stunned Rufus back out. He took the tiny rodent and then threw him across the room and into the side of wall which followed the mole rat falling to the floor where he laid motionless.

“Rufus!” Kim screamed in horror at the sight of her limp friend. Doing so she had taken her eyes of off a recovering Akuma and paid for it when she turned back around and was met with a giant slap from his hand. The force was so powerful it flung her into the stacks of crates she was standing on moments before, shattering several of them before the rest collapsed on top of her.

Ron, who had Will Du on the ropes, saw the exchange and watched as his girlfriend was unceremoniously hurled into a pile of wooden crates and too completely lost his train of thought.

“KP!” he shrieked while watching the crates collapse on top of her.


Sensing a change in momentum, Du capitalized on Ron’s distraction and quickly delivered a roundhouse kick directly to in the back of his head, dropping him instantly into a heap on the ground. He then climbed onto the back of Ron and continued to deliver punches to the back of his head and upper body while Ron attempted to regain some semblance of focus.


---


“Alright Wade, we’re out of the ventilation system and in inside the labs, where do we need to go now?” Trepid said over his comm link.


“Good job. According to my schematics, the elevator to the control tower should be to your right about 200 feet.”

“On it.” Trepid relayed back, running down the hallway until coming to the double doors of the elevator.


“Okay we’re here, any chance you’ve managed to get an override on the elevator shaft?”

“Working on it,” Wade replied back, “this security system has a tricky encryption attached to it...tricky but not...unmanageable…”


Ken heard a clicking sound and looked to his left and saw Bonnie pushing the “Up Arrow” button repeatedly.

“What?” She asked innocently. How many times have we busted into places with keys under the doormats and hotwired cars with keys in the sun visor? I didn’t think it would hurt to actually try to push the button like a normal person for once.”


“Oh come on Bonnie, do you really think that would….”


BING went the double doors.


“...work.” Trepid finished, blinking in astonishment.


“You were saying?”


“Got the override on the doors guys,” Wade said.


“I was going to say nice timing on Wade’s part.” Ken smirked while Bonnie rolled her eyes..


“Unfortunately the cabin is on a separate network than the doors are,”

“Of course is it.”


“...so your most direct route would be to just scale the shaft and break into bust through its floor to get to the control room.”


“Sounds easy enough,” Trepid said walking through the opening and staring up the dark shaft. Sounds of the struggle could be heard coming from above.

“Wade any word from the rest of the team?”

“Negative, Kim’s comm link went down a few minutes ago.”


“We’ve got to get up there, now!” he sighed.


“Um,” Bonnie mumbled.

“What?”


“I was a victim of a kidnapping remember? I don’t exactly have my gear with me at the moment.”

Trepid thought for a few moments and hopped into the base of the shaft and motioned to Bonnie to join him.

“Grab onto me, I’ll use my grappling hooks to get us up the shaft and once we get to the cabin, you take the laser cutter and carve a hole into the cabin.”

“That sounds a little convoluted don’t you think?”

“Oh come on Miss ‘I took ballet for twelve years, and spent the majority of grade school on a human pyramid.’ Surely cutting a hole while standing on top of someone isn’t that big of a deal. I’d do it myself but between holding you and making sure we don’t fall my hands are going to be a little tied up.”

“I...was typically on the bottom of those cheerleading pyramids.”

“Whatever, just get on my back and get ready to go.”


Bonnie flashed an unsure look across her face while she wrapped herself around Ken’s shoulders. Once she was secured he raised his arm and shot a grappling hook up the shaft which latched onto a girder about halfway up the large metal tunnel. Trepid depressed a button on his glove and the two ascended up the shaft. Upon reaching the girder, he quickly reached out with his other hand and shot off a second hook while detaching the first one. This time the hook latched on to the under chassis of the elevator lift.

“You’re on, Stoney.” he said, “The laser cutter is in my shoulder pocket.”

Bonnie carefully unbuttoned his shoulder pocket and pulled out the small device.

“Got it.”

“Alright, I’ve got your legs, just I’m going to need you to lean up just a bit and start to cut the surface in between those two hoses.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t cut the hoses, they’re brake lines. Sever those and we’re going to get squashed.”


“Sure thing Trep. Just balancing here on the back of a guy’s shoulders suspended a few hundred feet in the air by a wire, cutting my way through a metal plate only to take on a giant man-beast. Nooo pressure at all.”

“More cutting less talking please,” he said, “my arm’s getting a little sore.”

“I thought the grappling gloves we’re supposed to be easier to use than the hand held?”

“Yeah well they weren’t really designed for hanging and holding up another body. They were more for personal transportation use over difficult terrain.”


“You know the Fearless Ferret had one that he would attach to his belt that could help him carry two people.”

“That was an old tv show...it wasn’t real..don’t care, keep cutting!”


“Sheesh, fine.”


---


Back inside the control room, Kim struggled to free herself from the pile of boxes which came tumbling down on top of her. Her arm had multiple lacerations from wooden shards in the debris and her back was extremely sore. The single punch Akuma landed on her felt as if she had been hit by a car and made it hard to breathe.


Suddenly a bright light had come across her, Akuma stood over her and had lifted above his head the remaining boxes which she had been buried under. Seeing his opponent was still alive, he promptly attempted to slam the crates back onto her, however she mustered enough strength to roll out of the way and eked her way between Akuma’s legs and escaped what would have surely been an early demise. She shook the cobwebs from her head and tried to regain focus just as Akuma turned around towards her. She could see in his face that he was becoming increasingly frustrated at her hit-and-run tactics. This came to a head when he pressed a button on his gear which deployed a pair of shoulder cannons. Once they were set into place, an orange glow began to shine from each gun’s barrel.

“Shoulder cannons? Seriously?” she mumbled to herself, still catching her breath.

“Seriously.” he replied, opening fire and letting out a barrage of energy blasts.

Kim ran away from the blasts through a series of jumps, flips and slides across the room.

“Hmmm, still got it!” she thought to herself, impressed that her old adventurer self was still inside her.

“Grrr!” Akuma growled, annoyed with his misses.


“WHY...WON’T...YOU...DIE!?!?” he roared while unleashing another series of blasts towards her direction.

Kim began to sense Akuma’s increased frustration and thought she might be able to take advantage of it if the right opportunity showed itself. She again dodged his cannon blasts and found herself now in front of the elevator doors. She had an idea and stared down Akuma as he charged up his cannons for another blast, when the orange of the cannon barrels began to glow, she steadied herself and waited for the blasts she knew were coming to be unleashed. Seconds later Akuma shot his guns which flew straight towards Kim. At the last second, she jumped up in the air, missing the blasts which flew straight into the elevator doors. With the blast smoke as cover, she aimed her grappling hook straight at Akuma and fired, the dark carbon fiber hook whizzing through the air and wrapping itself around one of the shoulder cannons. Then out of the smoke came Kim riding off the recoil with a flying kick which landed straight across Akuma’s face and throwing him off balance. Kim reached around and grabbed onto his maine and tried hard to “bulldog” Akuma to the ground all the while swiftly dodging his flailing arms.


Kim looked to have found the upper hand on the giant and thought if she could steer him close enough to one of the gel grenades she had placed and detonate it on him, she could bring him down. She spotted one a few feet away from their location laying in a pile of crate debris and was thrown by the blast to the elevator doors. She started to lean down on his neck, forcing him to stumble near the grenade.

“Just..a little...more…” she grunted, putting all of her weight into wrestling the behemoth. Akuma however caught a glimpse of the LED light on the grenade and figured out what Kim had planned. He reached over to his shoulder cannon which she had wrapped her grappling hook around, placed a firm grip on the gun and dislodged it from its mount and flung it out like a whip with his arm. Kim, whose arm was still attached to the hook, was promptly yanked off of Akuma’s neck and found herself now violently flying through the air. Not letting go of the shoulder cannon, Akuma then began to whip and fling the cable and Kim like a child’s toy through the air before letting go and sending Kim crashing into an array of control panels which sent glass and sparks flying everywhere.


Kim laid in a heap of broken electronics and glass shards. She groaned while trying to get up but her body was in so much pain it took all that she could just to get to her knees. The taste of blood pooled in her mouth and her vision was blurred. Out of the side of her eye she made out a large dark outline of Akuma hunched over a desk looking over at her. She panted and groaned as she tried to get out of his range, an act which was as futile as a wounded deer trying to escape a hunter. She knew that she was outmatched and the only thought running through her head was to hold out until Trepid made it back into the tower. If Trepid made it back.


She slowly scooted herself away from Akuma’s shadow, in a pitiful attempt to escape. Her grappling hook was still attached to the cannon and she drug it behind her like a ball and chain, its outer metal shell making a raspy scraping sound across the floor and debris. Akuma went for the kill, tossing the control panels he was standing in front of like toys and slowly and methodically made his way towards her. Kim tried her hardest to escape but it was no use. Akuma reached down and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to her feet, her legs kicking aimlessly in a weak attempt of escape. Akuma kneeled down and faced his opponent eye-to-eye and flashed an evil grin.

“Had enough yet?” he growled arrogantly.


She winced a scowl of disdain towards her adversary who she knew had bested her. And she knew that unless by some miracle that Trepid came through the hole where the elevator doors used to be that she and Ron were both done for. She knew she had to try to hold out for as long as she could so in an act of defiance, she furled up her lip and spit a large wad of blood and spit across Akuma’s face. He was taken back by the slight and in a last ditch effort with all of her strength, swung her fists wildly trying to land any sort of punch on him.


Unimpressed with the offensive, Akuma stood back up and grabbed Kim’s hair closer to their roots, turned her around and slammed her head-first into one of the control panels with so much force it broke the composite countertop.


---


Back in the elevator shaft, Ken and Bonnie had run into a problem. While they were working feverishly to break into the elevator lift, the blast Akuma had hit the elevator doors with severely damaged their work area. The resulting impact not only blew off the doors to the elevator, but it also dislodged the lift from the tracks and made the lift fall ten feet down the shaft with Ken and Bonnie underneath it.

“Are you okay?” Ken murmured, his hand outstretched and holding Bonnie upside down by her ankle, swinging freely high above the ground.


“Well, on the bright side I’m not dead.” she said shaken. “What the hell was that?”


“From the sound of it, I’d say that would be our side losing.”


“Could you um, maybe pull me up? I’m so over being hung from a thread today.”


“I’m not really in the position to do that,” he replied looking at his surroundings. “Between holding you and having my other arm still attached to the grappling hook, I don’t have the leverage to do that. Is there any way you can try to bend up and grab my wrist? he asked.

Bonnie tried to reach up and grab Trepid’s arm but the precarious nature of the state they were made it difficult to reach.

“I, I don’t think I can do it.” she whined.

“Okay, well that just means we go to Plan B.” he said.


“You have a Plan B?”


The agent was quickly losing his grip on the sweaty leg of Bonnie so he went back to looking at his surroundings until he saw a cable hanging off the shaft.


“I do now.”


“Ken…”

“You’re not going to like it.”

“Yeah well I’m not really a fan of this situation either.” Bonnie snapped indignantly.

“Okay, well do you see that cable hanging on the side of the shaft?” Ken asked, nodding towards the cable in question.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, I’m going to swing you back and forth and then let you go and when I do, you flip around and grab that cable.”

“THAT’S YOUR PLAN?!?”

“You have a better idea?”


“Do you?” He demanded. There was a pause, in which Bonnie did not reply. “Didn’t think so.” he said as he began wriggling his body back and forth, “Swing with me and help me get some momentum.”


Bonnie sighed and started in on her own gyrations to build up their swinging. After a few seconds they had reached enough of a velocity that Ken was comfortable working with.


“Alright Stoney, on three. One...Two...Three!” he said letting go of her leg as they reached the apex of their swing. Ken held his breath as he watched Bonnie curl up into a ball and flip several times through the air before stretching out rightside up and grabbing onto the cable.

“Good job!” he shouted over to her.


“Ken?” she whimpered clenching to the cable. “Next time you go off on an adventure, BE SURE TO PACK A SPARE GRAPPLING HOOK!”


“Yeah...duly noted.” he said catching his breath. “Hey check it out.” he pointed.

“What?”

“That blast...it blew a hole in the bottom of the lift where we were cutting. It did our job for us.”


“So it did...is this the part where you ask me if I can get to it and crawl through? Because by the looks of it I can.”


“Good. Do that and I’ll come in behind you.” he said as he started swinging again in hopes of being able to reach the cable.


It was a tight fit but Bonnie was able to scale along the bottom of the elevator lift and make it into the smoky cabin interior.


Now on somewhat sturdy ground, Bonnie peaked her head down through the hole to see how Trepid’s progress was going.


“You coming?” She asked.

“Not sure, he said swinging back and forth in an attempt to regain momentum. “Almost… There...Got it!” he exclaimed, grabbing the cable.

“Great, now...now what?” she said seeing a problematic look on Trepid’s face.


“The grappling glove...I can’t retract it. When the lift fell it jammed the hook into the housing.”


“So take your glove off genius, you have two.”

“Which is the problem...these things aren’t made for two people.”

“So what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I need you to head on up ahead of me.” he said as he wrestled with holding onto the cable with one hand while trying to deglove the grappling hook from his other.


“Um, did you not just see that explosion? You know, the one where we fell and almost died...again?”


“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right behind you, once I get up there and can scale the side of the shaft…” He grunted, “maybe those parkour lessons weren’t for nothing after all.”


“Here, reach down and take this,” he said pulling off his glove with the one good grappling hook on it still. “Use this to reach Kim and Ron., do whatever you can to stop Du and Akuma from taking those mirrors.”


“Okay...um, are you expecting me to take them on with my hands and feet?” she quipped.

“Well, your predecessor did manage to do all the stuff you do with a grappling gun.”


“Yeah I think this situation calls on something with a little more umph.” she said while putting the grappling glove on her hand and making a triggering gesture.


“Fine, take this too.” he said pulling out a handgun from his shoulder holster.


Bonnie looked at him with shifty eyes. “I thought only L3 agents were able to use firearms…”

“Yeah well, consider yourself promoted.” he said reaching the gun out to her and handing it off. “I’m assuming you know how one of those work or do I need to show you?”

Bonnie gave the handgun a once over, turned off the safety, pulled back the slide and loaded a bullet into the chamber without hesitation.

“Well, look at you.”


“Yeah well, when you’re father is a Life Member of the NRA, you tend to get shown your way around one of these.” she smirked.


“Duly noted,” Ken replied impressed, “now go up there and help those guys out. I’ll be right behind you.”


---


Back in the control tower, Akuma grabbed Kim’s leg and pulled her bloodied, motionless body out of the debris pile and displayed high above his head as if he were a fisherman with a prize catch.


“Excellent job Akuma,” Du said, still beating on Ron, “perhaps you should try to get your friend to regain conscious so she can watch her boyfriend’s final moments.”

Akuma concurred and pulled Kim’s limp body up from the floor like a fisherman with his prized catch. Her face was covered in blood, originating from a large gash on her forehead, a bloody nose and cuts on her lips. Her left eye was swollen shut and her eyelid had begun to turn purple from injury. He propped her on his knee and proceeded to slap her across the cheek to get her to regain conscious. After several attempts, she let out a small groan and began to move.


“Whuh...where…” she moaned.sneered.


“Welcome back dear Kimberly.” Du


“We thought you’d like to be awake to see this.” Akuma growled contently grabbing her chin and turning her attention on the beating Ron had continued to receive.

“R-ron...no…” she said reaching out in vain with a weak trembling arm.


“Uh uh uh….Look but don’t touch.” he said tightening his grip around her as they both watched a beaten Ron fall to his knees in defeat.


“A valiant effort young Stoppable, but a foolish one nonetheless.” he started while looking down at his opponent. “I believe the time has come for us to wrap up this little exchange. Tell me, have you ever heard of the dim mak?”

“Noooo!” Kim cried out again while desperately trying to get out of her captive’s grip.


“Is that...like...some Ju Jitsu or somterng…” Ron slurred in a sarcastic defiance, still severely dazed from the cheap shot he received earlier.


‘Hardly. In Chinese it means ‘Touch of Death.’ It is an ancient martial arts technique where one can deliver a lethal blow with literally the touch of their finger to their opponent.


“Ron...get up! Get out of here!”

“Now now, calm down my dear, you’ll get your chance in due time. Now, as I was saying, the technique is believed to work in the same manner as acupuncture, using pressure points in the body. For decades it was thought as a myth, dismissed by many in popular culture as nonexistent fluff promoted by frauds. But the truth is that it is very real. The martial arts equivalent of a nuclear weapon, known only to a few students deemed worthy enough to possess the knowledge. By the sounds of your lady friend over there it would appear she is familiar with the term.”


“Oh...and I suppose you’re ‘worthy’ enough to know it?”

“Me, ah ha ha ha...no.” Du laughed, “But Master Sensei...he knew. It’s amazing what one can say when the proper leverage is applied.”


In hearing that, all of the pain and aches Ron’s ravaged body seemed to suddenly dissipate and instead was replaced with a sense of rage to hear that Du had harmed his master. He struggled but rose to his feet to stare down his opponent for one final stand.

“K-knew?!? WHAT DID YOU DO TO MASTER SENSEI!!!” he yelled as he lunged towards Du with clenched fists flying desperate to land on their intended target. Still through all of his rage, Will Du was still too powerful for him and countered with devastating accuracy, resulting in Ron again being thrown to the ground while a screaming Kim looked on helpless.

“What I did or didn’t do to your master is not important. What is important is what I intend to do to you.” He said removing his glove and rubbing his bare index finger together with his thumb. “As my grandfather used to say, ‘Only death can cure a fool.’”

Kim knew that she had to do something and fast. Failure to do so would result in her witnessing her boyfriend’s death and more than likely shortly after her own. Whatever she did, she would have to get out of Akuma’s hardened grip. She tried to think through her clouded thought and the stinging of her eyes from the blood and remembered an old trick her Nana had taught her during a Thanksgiving in high school. She took the heel of her boot and ran it as hard as she could down Akuma’s shin.


The trick worked.


Akuma reeled in pain, loosening his grip on Kim, allowing her to wriggle out of his grasp and started to limp towards Ron to push him out of the way of Du’s incoming dim mak strike.


Meanwhile from behind the action, Bonnie jumped through the smoldering hole of the former elevator doors using Ken’s grappling hook and rolled into the room. Incensed at the sight of Du, she pulled out the handgun and aimed it in his direction.


“Hey Asshole! CURE THIS!” she yelled pulling the trigger and letting off several rounds in Du’s direction.


Du had seen Kim lumbering towards him out of the corner of his eye and swiftly reached out to grab her and then proceed to swing around towards Bonnie with Kim acting as a human shield. Bonnie was not a great shot as several of the rounds were heard ricocheting off the walls and ceiling. However one appeared have found its target. A quick “ZIP” sound was heard and Kim suddenly arched backwards and let out a huge gasp. Her weight on Du’s arm became heavier as her body no longer fought to stand up. He felt his hand become wet and he knew that Kim had been hit. He then leaned into her and gently whispered:


“Well played my dear, thank you.” he said mockingly before he pulled his arm back and letting her fall to her knees.

Ron hearing the shots watched as his girlfriend fell to the ground, grabbing her side and then pulling her hand up, revealing it drenched in crimson.

“K-KP?” he murmured trying to sit up.

There was no words, she simply turned her head and looked back at him. Her face was several shades paler than normal and an expression of deep fear and panic was slapped across it. She tried to answer him but only managed to cough up a simple “R--r-----Ro…”.


Ron crawled over to her just in time to catch her in his arms.


Will Du stood over the couple as they each gasped for air while trying to console each other.


“Two turtle doves will show thee, where my cold ashes lie, and sadly murmuring tell thee
How in tears I did die” he said with a smug before turning his attention across the room to Bonnie who was still standing in the ruins of the elevator doorway, her face beaming with regret and her hands still holding onto the gun, her finger continuing to pull the trigger over and over on the empty magazine.


“And, that is why Global Justice doesn’t allow agents under L3 status to have a firearm.” he said yanking the gun out of her hand, removing the clip and throwing both in different directions.

Bonnie snapped out of her shock, backed up a bit and put up her fists into a striking position.


“Ha ha ha ha,” Du laughed at the act. “For being so green you sure have a lot of spunk. I can appreciate that.”

“Well in that case you’re going to love me!” Trepid’s voice said from behind Bonnie, finally out of the elevator shaft and jumping over her and straight into Du. The two agents engaged in hand-to-hand combat which a fresh Trepid was easily taking it to Du.

While the two fought, Bonnie rushed over to where Ron was sitting with a limp Kim strewn across his lap.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod, K I am..so...sorry! I wasn’t aiming for you, I’m sorry!” she wept in a rare instance of sympathy towards her old rival. She kneeled down next to Kim and Ron to see what she could do to help.

“Get away from her!” Ron said slapping Bonnie’s hand away from his injured girlfriend whom he continued to cradle in his arms .

“Ron, I need to see her wound and see what needs to be done!”

“Haven’t you done enough?!? And since when do you know anything about paramedic skills?”

“Since I….uh...let’s just call it a hobby.”

“A hobby? I thought your notion of a hobby was getting drunk and laid.”

“Shut up Ron! Just...shut...up.” she said pulling back the tattered strands of Kim’s shirt. “The blood’s not dark so the bullet didn’t hit her liver, and the location of it we might have lucked out.”

“If she was lucky, she wouldn’t be sitting on the ground WITH A OF BULLET WOUND BONNIE!”

Bonnie moved Ron’s arm out of the way and went into a far back pocket of Kim’s utility belt but Ron slapped her hand away again.”


“DON’T TOUCH HER!”

“Ron, I need to get...fine..you know what, you can do it.” she resigned, “On her utility belt, open up the third pocket on the right and there should be a tampon in there.”

“A tampon? Seriously Bonnie if you haven’t noticed Kim isn’t exactly bleeding from her -”

“Just..get...the... damn tampon Ron.” she ordered, trying very hard to keep from punching him.


Ron sighed and did what he was asked. He leaned around and opened up the third pocket on the right and sure enough there were several tampons located within it.

“How? How did you know there were tampons in there” Ron demanded while handing her the small white piece of cotton..

“...it’s my belt..” Bonnie mumbled under her breath as she began to remove the plastic wrapping.

“Come again?”

“I, I said It’s...my...BELT!” she repeated.


“What? How is that?”

“Long story, for right now, will you just shut up and keep her still?” she said scowling into Ron’s eyes. “Alright Kim, I know you’re going to hate me for this but I’ve got to do this, and it’s going to hurt. You ready Ron?”

“Ready for what?”

“This.” she said shoving the tampon into the hole...with Kim responding in a chilling scream of pain.  “Sorry.”


“What did you just do?”

“Old battlefield trick. Tampons are cotton, sterile and lightweight, and great for plugging gunshot wounds.”

“How do you know these things???” Ron demanded.

Bonnie rolled her eyes and then shot a look at him. “Oh come on Ron isn’t it obvious?! Do I really have to spell it out for y-”

The sound of a click cut her off, followed by a series of loud explosions.


“Uh oh,” she said looking down at Kim’s arm. Ron had made her so frustrated with his questioning that she hadn’t paid attention to the placement of her hands and had accidentally pressed the detonator for the gel grenades on Kim’s wrist. “Great, see what you made me do?!” Bonnie snapped, returning to her work of trying to save the woman on the floor.

“What I did?!” Ron demanded incredulously.

She peered over Ron’s shoulder and saw several large, transparent green cubes pop up across the room...inside one of them, she saw an upside down Ken Trepid trapped.

“Crap.” she murmured.


---


“It appears that your little justice squad is a tad rusty Agent Trepid.” He mocked, “Tell me, is this the part of where your delusions of heroism take over and you tell me how I won’t get away with this?


“Screw you Will.” Ken responded upside down and suspended within his green cubic prison, struggling to free himself.


Du glanced back towards Ron and Bonnie, who were feverishly working to mend their teammate. “It was foolish to think that you could recruit a bunch of amateurs to do the job which people like you and I spent years to prepare for. Look at what damage you’ve caused them. Look at the fear on their faces, like children in Darfur.”


“They..were...doing...this...years...ago...you traitorous...son of a bitch!”
Trepid replied while who tossing and turning in anger, desperately trying to break the gel block.

“No, they were fetching cats out of trees and preventing mullet-clad cartoon villains from stealing wheelchair motors for monster trucks. Not necessarily preventing ICBMs from detonating over metropolitan areas or even preventing car bombs from going off outside of consulates. Don’t confuse some do-gooders in over their heads with legitimate, professionals who do this for a living.”


“They might be amateurs, but they sure as hell aren’t a bunch of turn-coat cowards like you ended up being.”


Du walked calmly up the gel wall and flicked it with his finger, causing a gentle ripple to come over the cube. “I’m see myself more of an agent of change these days.” he said as he walked passed Trepid and over to the canister of mirrors.

“Akuma, we have what we have come for.”

“But they’re still breathing.”


“They’re no longer a threat to us, leave them.”


“Shouldn’t I finish them off?”

“What’s the point? They’ll be too busy holding a vigil around a hospital bed for us to care...and in a few hours it’s not going to matter.”


“But..”

“That’s an order Akuma! Now, seeing that our primary exit has been compromised, would you be so kind please make us a new one?”


“Fine,” he said as he aimed his functioning shoulder cannon at the ceiling and proceeded to blast holes through the ceiling and walls of the control tower, creating a massive opening to the outside. Through the dust there was a subtle humming sound which grew louder and soon the unforgettable shape of Drakken’s hovercraft appeared over the opening and a ladder descended down from it. Du made his way up the ladder first, secured the mirrors inside the hovercraft and then motioned down to Akuma to make his way up. Halfway up the ladder Du yelled down to his partner.


“On second thought, maybe we should finish them off. People with that kind of reckless tenacity tend to launch a final assault after they regroup.”


Akuma made a cheshire grin and aimed his shoulder cannon back towards the group who were still tending to Kim’s injuries.

“LOOK...OUT!!” Kim whispered, while attempting to point towards the incoming blasts.

Bonnie heard her and looked up just in time to see two orange blasts barreling towards them. She dove into Kim and Ron with enough force that the blasts barely missed their location, exploding the control tower’s flooring in the process.


The three of them laid in a disheveled heap when the floor beneath them began to crack and crumble from the blasts.


“Good call Kim,” Bonnie said, pulling herself off her two counterparts and flipping her hair out.


“Kim?”

There was no response.


“KP?” Ron said nervously while shaking his girlfriend’s shoulder.

“Kim? Hey, Possible..”

There was still no response so Bonnie quickly leaned over Kim’s battered, motionless body and began to check her vitals.

“I-is is...is she?”

“She’s passed out. Bonnie said to a shaken Ron while inspecting her eyes. “Dilated eyes...we need to get her to a hospital, pronto.”


While Ron cradled the lifeless body of his girlfriend, Bonnie heard a noise.

“Did you hear that?” she asked.


“Hear what?”

“That sound...it’s like a cracking….oh crap.”


She caught a glimpse of the entire section of the control tower’s flooring which Akuma had blasted began to crack and collapse. The floor gave way and began to fall to the ground far below, including the part where Kim laid and soon Kim’s unconscious body began to follow gravity and fall out of the control tower.


Ron dove and grabbed her limp hand but she still continued to slide away. Bonnie acted quickly and grabbed Ron’s pant legs. The weight of Kim and Ron’s bodies were too much for her and they continued to inch closer and closer to a 10-story fall. Bonnie dug into some debris with all of her strength but Ron continued to slip, and now was completely hanging vertically over the edge. He watched as his little red velvet box became free from his pant pocket and fell past his eyes and down into the smoldering debris far below. He didn’t care at that point to try to even attempt to save it and instead was more worried about keeping Kim from following suit.


Akuma had now turned his sights on the green cube which Trepid was trapped in and unleashed another series of blasts into his direction.  Ken winced, unable to move as the rounds penetrated multiple holes through the cube’s surface.


Bonnie’s face was red with tears of pain streaming down them as she continued in vain to keep her two partners from falling. She braced her legs around the remains of a control panel but her hands were becoming sweaty and her grip was failing. She was just seconds away from losing her grip when she saw Trepid’s goo-covered hands reach over her, grab Ron’s free arm and with a giant tug yanked he and Kim back up onto solid ground, both landing in another heap.


The blasts to the cube had damaged its structure enough that he was able to escape.

“What did you do Bonnie?!?” he asked after he caught his breath.

“Apparently she missed her intended target.” Ron growled, still recovering from his beating and clinging to Kim.


“Great…” he muttered, still pulling chunks of green gel off his body and getting on his comm link.

“Wade, it’s me.


“Hey Trep, I’m getting a lot of alarms going off over there, what’s going on?

“The mission’s a bust, Du got away with the mirrors.

“That’s not good.”

“Looks like he commandeered Drakken’s old hovercraft. Run some calculations and see if you can find a way to track it.”

“Will do...er, so to speak. This is bad isn’t it?”

“It’s worse than you think.”

“How so?”

“I need you to get an ambulance out here asap. Possible’s down.”

“Hurt? How bad?”

“Bad.”


Ken walked back across the smoldering floor and picked up a still unconscious Rufus and brought him back over to to the group and then proceeded to walk away to the palette where the mirrors had been and sat down, rubbing his hands through his hair and over his brow trying to make sense of what had just went down.

---
Her hair was disheveled, a streak of blood had dried down the side of her cheek from a busted lip and her arms and hands were beginning to bruise from the hefty amount of rope which wrapped around her body. On her shoulders rested the giant grey hands of Akuma who escorted her into the control center, and past the set devices.

“Bonnie?” Ken said.

“Bonnie!?” Kim echoed, “What’s she doing here?”

“Kim? What are you doing here?” she responded with an angry groan.

“Long story Stoney,” Ken replied.

“Stoney?” Kim asked.

“Long Story Kim.”




“Ah yes, I have to tell you it’s quite fascinating what you can find on the back country roads of rural Idaho this time of year,” Du said while arrogantly caressing Bonnie’s face, “The occasional bison grazing along the shoulder, a herd of antelope galloping across the prairie...the unsuspecting coed whose Jeep was unexpectedly forced off the road before rolling several times down an embankment.”


“Yeah and my father had just bought me that Jeep last April you asshole!” Bonnie scolded in defiance.


Du took his hand which had been traveling across her bruised chin and made its way up to Bonnie’s mane where he promptly grabbed a fistfull of her long brown hair and yanked her head back in a sudden motion. “Speak to me like that again, and I will slit your throat from ear to ear right here in front of all of your friends.” Du warned.


“You can’t do that to Bonnie!” Ron shouted.

“Oh I can...and I will if I have to. However I would prefer not to as the whole reason she is here is to act as an agent of civility.”

“Whuh?”

“It’s quite simple really,” Du explained to Ron. “You see, this little wench is valuable to you as the mirrors behind you are to me. So we are going engage in a little exchange. The Deep Venture’s set of mirrors for her life.”


“I can’t do that.” Trepid answered reluctantly.


“Um, are you sure about that ‘Trep?” Bonnie asked, growing concerned with where his train of thought was going.

“You’re not getting the mirrors. If you think you will, it’ll be through us.”


Du sighed in resignation over the agent’s answer.  “Well that’s unfortunate you think that way, it truly is, for your sake, and for her’s, especially her’s.” he said as he motioned to Akuma who lifted Bonnie up with one hand and began to walk to Du’s left.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Kim demanded.


“In football it’s called an audible, in negotiations it’s called it following through on your threat.” he said. “We came here in anticipation that an exchange of some measly parts for the life of a fellow human being would have occurred. But apparently you think we’re bluffing about doing any sort of bodily harm to young, sweet Miss Bonnie here. So now it’s time to show you that  we’re not fooling around. Now Akuma, if you would please now do what we talked about on the way here.”


“You got it boss.” he snarled as he walked Bonnie towards the windows.

“Don’t do it Du…” Ken warned increasingly getting into an attack stance.


“Obviously you don’t take my threats seriously, nor do you value the life of your friend, so why don’t we just take her out of the conversation all together?”

“Trepid...I’m getting a little wigged out here..” Bonnie said in a shaky voice helpless to do anything.


“If anything happens to her Du I swear….”

“You’ll do what exactly? Whip up on me and my Lowardian-hybrid? Akuma, please continue.”


“I guess that confirms where he got the big guy from.” Ron commented.

Akuma obliged and walked over to the windows which had been shattered when Vivian’s robot flew threw them and proceeded to hang Bonnie out of it, high above the ground.

“Last chance to lose the hero mantra and do the right thing Trepid...or do you still value inanimate objects over someone’s life? Regardless of how shallow, trivial and materialistic that life might be.”

“Hey!” Bonnie said, taking offense.

“You’re not getting the mirrors Du.” Trepid said again in conflicted defiance. Several tense silent seconds passed as the opposing sides exchanged hard glares at one another, looking to see who would make the next move.


“Alright then.” Du sighed as gestured to Akuma to release Bonnie.

Akuma obliged and opened up his palm as the brunette plummeted towards the ground ten stories below while giving off a blood curdling scream.

“BONNIE!” Ron screamed in horror.

“NO!” Kim yelled.


“Shit,” Ken mumbled to himself as he broke position and ran towards the windows, dodging a swipe from Akuma and diving out head first after her.

“Okay well that evens up the score a bit, Akuma if you would be so kind as to execute the next part of our plan.” Du ordered.

Akuma pulled a small device out of his pocket which contained a small screen and several buttons. He pushed a large green button which triggered heavy metal plates to come down over the windows locking the four of them inside the room.

“First rule of building a space center with a close proximity to a launch pad, be sure to have blast doors installed. I do believe that went a lot easier than I had expected it to go, do you not agree Akuma?”

“Almost too easy.” the giant scoffed.


“You! You never had any intentions of letting Bonnie go.” accused Kim, “This whole hostage angle was just a ruse to separate us from Trepid.”

“Excellent deductive reasoning Kimberly,” Du mocked with a simple hand clap. “Say what you will about the man, but Agent Trepid is a very dangerous individual and formidable opponent. It’s too bad his ‘ready, fire aim’ mentality has always been his Achilles heel.”


“You two on the other hand, if I understand correctly haven’t seen a mission in well over two years, a fact those little paunches the two of you are sporting appear to confirm that suspicion.
So now that our mutual acquaintance is no longer in the equation, there are two scenarios at play here: The first of which is that in order for me and my friend here to get those mirrors we came for, we have to go through you two; the second one is that in order for you two to leave this control room alive...you have to go through us.”

“Which one of those two scenarios seem to have the most realistic outcome Miss Possible? The man with 18 years of combat training under his belt whose partner happens to have the blood of the most violent, warfaring race in the galaxy flowing through his veins, or the recovering lush and her dimwitted boyfriend who haven’t seen action outside of their dorm room since their freshman year of college?”


Kim’s heart was racing, she knew that both she and Ron were outmatched but she also knew she had to stand her ground and prevent Du from obtaining the final piece of the drill. With a lump in her throat, she retook her fighting stance and clenched her fists in defiance. “If you want these mirrors, you’re going to have to go through us!”


Du shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “Suit yourselves; Akuma if you would be so kind to do what I pay you for now I would appreciate it.”


Akuma walked away from the window, cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck before setting his sights on Kim’s position and charging at her full boar.


---
“Psst! Kim, Ron...wakey wakey!”


“Humng whuh?!” The duo grumbled as they awoke from their cargo bay nap and found Trepid standing over them.

“Am I to assume that the coffee didn’t have the desired effect?”

“You could say that,” Kim replied with another yawn.


“Well, I need the two of you need to get up. We’re about ten minutes out and I need you to get buckled into your seats. Safety protocol and all that whatnot.”


“W-wait,” Ron said in a slight panic. “If you’re here…”


Trepid’s eyes shifted to a less serious expression. “...who’s flying the plane?” he answered.


“Uh…well,”

“Did you forget how the two of you arrived at the base yesterday?” he said referring to Wade’s ability to fly the jet via remote.


“Oh, right, wasn’t thinking.”


“Yeah … I could see that,” he said, showing concern about his company.


Ron stretched again then climbed onto the cargo bay bench and strapped himself and Rufus securely into place. Kim on the other hand, noticed the slight Trepid had made towards her boyfriend and took it upon herself to confront him.

“Stay here Ron,” she said stomping towards the cockpit.


Ron obliged, and when his girlfriend was out of view, reached into his pocket to make sure the ring he had in his pant pocket was safe and secure.


“You know you didn’t have to do that,” Kim scolded the agent while sliding into the co-pilot seat next to him.

“Do what?


“I saw that look you gave Ron.”

“What? For stating the obvious?”

“Ron might not be a Rhodes Scholar, but he’s not an idiot.”

“I never said he was.” Trepid responded, flexing his fingers on the jet’s yoke.

“You didn’t have to,” she continued angrily. “If I had a dollar for every time someone questioned his intelligence I’d h-”

“You’d have the same amount as I would have if I got one for every time someone freaked out and saw me not flying a jet which can be flown via remote,” he said shutting her down in mid sentence.


Kim gave him a look, unimpressed with his response.


“Look,” Trepid said, “I know you’re protective of your him. I know that when you were down on your luck exploring the depths of being a college coed that he was there for you and brought you back from a series of really bad decisions. I get that. Plus if I had any serious doubts about either of your abilities to work this mission, you wouldn’t be here, would you?”


Kim remained silent for a few seconds longer before finally nodding in agreement.

“Good. Now since that’s out of the way, how about we land this jet?” he asked assuming control of the aircraft and began the landing process. “Better strap yourself in, this can be a bit bumpy.”


Within a matter of minutes, the large silhouette of the Middleton Space Center began to emerge over the horizon. As the jet approached, Trepid powered down the primary engines and engaged the vertical thrusters which brought the craft to a hover and then proceeded to descend into an empty parking lot adjacent to the facility.

“Looks like we’re here,” Ken said shutting off the engines and unbuckling his belts. “Let’s go see what fun awaits us.”


--


The cargo bay doors opened and the team stepped out. As planned, the “malfunction” had went into effect and the mandatory evacuation of the complex had been successfully completed.
The emptiness of the place in which Kim had spent so much of her childhood gave her chills and the uneasiness which had plagued her yesterday began to inch back into her body.


Ron, who had seen the troubled look across his girlfriend’s face, asked, “Everything alright KP?”


“Yeah, Ron, everything’s fine,” Kim said at the sight of the empty Space Center. “It’s just so odd seeing this place so …”

“Deserted?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen it so empty. I’m so used to seeing the hustle and bustle of scientists and engineers everywhere, this is just awkweird.”

“And a little creepy,” Ron added.


“Well at least everyone followed our plan to stay home,” Ken injected into their conversation. “If things go south, at least the risk of collateral damage is low.”


“You are so reassuring.”


“I try,” Trepid winked.


“So what’s the plan now?” Ron asked.


“Well, according to Wade, he has a lone contact still here that we are to meet up with. And then from there we can formulate our plan with their help.”


Just as he had said that, the group heard a strange whirring sound coming from the top of the steps of the main entrance.


“Do you hear that?” Kim asked, clenching her fists and moving to a preemptive attack stance.

“Yeah, I hear it,” answered Ron who also went into formation.

“Easy you two,” Trepid replied calmly. “I don’t believe that’s anything dangerous.”

“How do you know?”

“Call it a hunch,” he said noticing a shiny robot begin to roll down the steps towards them.


“You don’t believe?” Ron asked increasingly nervous. “How do you know that’s not some death machine drone Akuma is using?”


“Not his style. Plus, the little MSC logo on top of it kinda removes all doubt,” Trepid said nonchalantly and walking towards the approaching robot.


“Oh.”


The robot was equipped with a small video monitor attached to its top onto which after a few seconds an image popped up of a familiar face.


“Well, if it isn’t Vivian Porter,” Kim said relaxing her stance and approaching the robot. “Nice to see you are still enjoying robotics.”

“And it’s nice to see you’re still into crime fighting,” she replied messing with a stray hair in her face on the screen.


“Well, not exactly. It’s technically my first day back.”

“Eh, knowing you it should come back to you like hopping on a bike,” the blonde said from what appeared to be a laptop on her couch. “So, as you can probably tell from the way we are talking to each other, I’m telecommuting today. We were all told about the ‘malfunction’ which occurred last night followed by how none of us were supposed to come into work today due to ‘safety concerns.’ However, I was contacted by Wade last night and he filled me in on your plans and I offered my assistance. So here I am via proxy to help you all out with whatever you might need.”


Ken walked up to the monitor and injected himself into the situation. “Vivian, this is Agent Ken Trepid of Global Justice, we need to know where MSC’s component to the Deep Venture Project is housed so we can access the situation and plan our next moves accordingly.”


“Ah yes, the mirrors. Not a problem,” she answered after taking a bite of Chinese takeout. “Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll walk you there. Well, roll I guess is a more proper term,” she joked.


--


The team gathered up their gear and followed Vivian inside the dark, empty corridors of the Space Center. A slight uneasiness came over the group as they walked past room after empty room which were typically filled with the hustle and bustle of some of the greatest minds on the planet.


“So Viv, you said you had mirrors here?” Ron asked.


“Correct. High precision, very delicate, very expensive mirrors similar to what we use on our space telescopes. They’re so precise that when we were creating them, we had to do it late at night because we were afraid that vibrations from cars in the parking lot would disrupt the polishing process. We didn’t want to find ourselves with another Hubble fiasco, especially with funding drying up,” Vivian explained.


“A few years ago, we discovered that we could apply the same mirror technology we used in telescopes in laser drills, resulting in a superior light pulse capable of immense power. Toss in my skills in robotics to automate the process and viola! High-powered laser technology.” She sounded quite pleased with herself, leaning back in her seat and grabbing another bite of food.


“Hmmm, who knew?” Ron said.

“And here we are,” Vivian said rolling up to a pair of elevator doors. “The components are just through these doors and a short elevator ride up to the control tower.”


The doors opened and the crew loaded into the lift and began their ascent.


“Why have it all the way up in the control tower?” Ron asked.


“Well upon our discussions with Wade,” Vivian explained, “we concluded that it best to put the components in the least accessible area of the center. Which in our case would be the control tower. It’s ten stories high, separated from the rest of the buildings and only accessible to and from an elevator.”


“Yeah that’s not a fire hazard,” Trepid muttered uncomfortably.


“Probably, but hey this place is a product of the 80’s so maybe it was grandfathered in.” She said, giving a slight shrug.

“At least there’s a lot of windows to jump out of in a pinch, right Possible?” He winked at the redhead.


“Oh, yeah. Do you know how long it’s been since I last swung from a grappling hook?” she asked rubbing the back of her neck apprehensively.


“Freshman year in college. Seattle. Botched Nautilus Wheel mission, right?” he quickly answered.


There was a moment of silence as the group looked to the agent with varying expressions of intrigue of how he knew that.


“What?,” Trepid asked, raising his hands almost defensively, “I took over your missions remember? Don’t look so surprised, I read the dossier.”

“Wade kept mission briefs?” Kim asked.

“Yeah,” Trepid said with a nod, “Going all the way back to time you and Ron switched bodies.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep, I bet those were an awkward couple of days.” he grinned.

“You have no idea,” Ron injected. “I had to pretend to be a cheerleader and KP kept going into the girls bathroom on accident ...”


Kim gave him a glare followed by an eyeroll at the comment. “Ron, we agreed not to talk about that!” she grumbled.

“Yeah, I bet shower time got a little awkward,” Ken cracked.

“No comment,” they both quickly replied in squeamish unison shortly before a bing sound was made in the elevator.


“You’ll be fine,” Trepid assured.

The lift came to a stop and the doors opened, revealing the inner rotunda of the control center. The edges were lined with an array of monitors, controllers and mainframes which kept track of all of the missions, satellites and telescopes the center was responsible for. In the center of the room was a large palette upon which sat a very large canister wrapped in protective casing.


“As you can probably guess, the mirrors are contained within that canister,” Vivian pointed out. “We did our best to insulate and protect them but please do your best to not get them dinged, dropped, damaged or anything else that would be bad for them. Granted our villainy insurance is paid up and that container is designed to withstand a small nuclear blast, but we have plans for them in an upcoming telescope project we have been working on, and any disruption to that would seriously delay the project.”


“We’re only planning on using it as a lure, if all goes well that is all it will be,” Trepid assured her as he inspected the bright yellow canister.


“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to anything more.” Vivian shrugged. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a few readings to take down in the labs that I need to log. In the event that you need it, there is a break room with vending machines and a restroom through that far corridor. Oh, and Ron … don’t forget the next Robot Rumble is in two weeks. It’d be awesome if you and Larry came down to root for me and my newest entry. I’m calling it ‘The Ace of Blades’. Hope to see you there!” she waved as her robot made its way back into the elevator, and the doors shutting behind her.


“You … and Larry … are actually going out and doing things? Together?” Kim asked her boyfriend astonished.

“Oh well, you know. He still has a year before he graduates high school and most of his friends are already off to college.” Ron said, looking a little sheepish.


“Yeah?” Kim prompted.


“And well, you know. He likes robots that blow things up, I like robots that blow things up …” Ron said, trailing off.


“Uh huh,” she continued in a teasing tone.


“I mean, it’s not like we go out all the time, but you know, occasionally, I like to hang out with my in-la- … errr, intelligent friends every once in awhile. You know?” he said catching a Freudian slip.


“Ron, it’s alright. I actually think that’s rather sweet that you take him out to things,” she said as she gave him a peck on the cheek in approval.


“Alright love birds, I need you guys to come over here so we can figure out our plan of action,” Trepid said spoiling the moment.


The duo met him over at the canister and stood admiring the space-age polymer which was protecting the contents.


“So this is it?” Ron asked, “This is what Akuma’s coming for?”

“Apparently,” Trepid replied, running his hands down his shoulder straps.

“It seems so … anticlimactic.”


“Laser drills rely on a series of mirrors and lenses to work properly,” Ken explained. “Without them it might as well be just a giant flashlight. According to Wade, the contents of this container is a set of the most perfectly polished mirrors on the planet. So we need to do our best to make sure that they don’t become collateral damage in this exercise. Or else you might be meeting the Ace of Blades a lot sooner than at the Robot Rumble.”


“Hmmm, you know it’s too bad we didn’t just have another container that we could just pretend contained the components and use as a trap,” Ron suggested.


“Yeah, that would be a good option, however this container was specially created to hold and protect these plates. It’s as rare as the contents inside and probably cost a small fortune to build.”

“It doesn’t look like much though.”


“Not on the surface, no. But the insulation has to be a special material, the box has to be airtight, and I’m willing to bet that in order to assemble it into the other components, you’d have to have a clean room to make sure it’s installed properly before exposing it to the outside. Maybe if we had some more time and more money, but right now we’re going to have to work with what we have.”


“How do you know these things?”

“Let me guess, another dossier?” Kim replied to which Ken gave another wink.

“Bingo.”


“So I guess that dossier of yours didn’t happen to have a plan did it?” Kim asked.


“Welp, it would have helped if they didn’t place it in a room that was ten stories above the ground, totally breachable by a ring of windows and placed among a ton of delicate instruments.”

“Not to mention the whole, one way in and out thing,” Ron added.

“True. But, on the other hand, we can probably use that to our advantage,” Ken said rubbing his goatee in thought. “If we secure that entry way, we could create a bottleneck as he tries to enter.”

“And how do you suggest we do that?”

“I brought some gel grenades in the duffle bag. My thought is that we strategically place the charges around the entrance, we can pin him down in various degrees of restraints. Then once he’s subdued, maybe we can find out who’s behind all of this.”


Kim and Ron agreed and they went to work setting up their plan.


---


Hours had passed and the sun had set, replaced by a moon-filled night, its light creating a brilliant sheen of soft yellow across the windows of the Middleton Space Center. Inside the tower Kim sat backwards in a folding chair, her eyes glued to the double doors of the elevator while Agent Trepid paced diligently between the rows of control panels, deep in thought of what challenges would be before him and his crew. Their evacuation decoy had been deployed and their trap laid, so now they waited for Akuma to take the bait.

“So are your missions always this boring?” Kim asked her new teammate.

“I wish,” he replied from behind a monitor. “I’ve got a feeling that won’t last though.”


Seeing an opportunity to pass the time, Kim leaned up from the chair and attempted to start a conversation with her replacement.


“So how do they stack up these days then? The missions.”


“Depend on the situation,” he replied while fiddling with some buttons, “the villains aren’t as tongue-in-cheek as they were in your day, less goofy, more dangerous.”

“Do you have any run-ins with the old bad guys?”

“Not exactly. Truth be told, most of your Rogue’s Gallery called it quits years ago.” he shrugged. Killigan finally came to the realization that golf course management was more lucrative than trying to turn Europe into a giant putting green, Frugal Lucre got out of prison and is now a bean counter for a non profit who specializes in reintroducing inmates to society, Senior Senior Junior is too busy working three jobs after his father died and the recession zapped all of his assets and Monkey Fist is now a hangout for birds in a park in Hunan, China. Then there was Drakken and Shego, and well you know how that turned out.” he shrugged again.

“Oh,” Kim said somewhat surprised.


“In all honesty, I think some just up and quit after you retired. In an odd sort of way, without you there to meddle in their plans, it just wasn’t that fun being ‘bad’ anymore.”

“You mean they actually enjoyed me stopping their capers?” Kim asked with astonishment.

“Take the Fearless Ferret and White Stripe or Batman and The Joker for example, “Trepid said casually, “Fictional characters of course, but they all had this strange love/hate relationship between the hero and antagonist where they somewhat completed each other, and without one the other one would be meaningless.”

“That, doesn’t really sound like most of those guys in all honesty,” Kim objected, “Well, with the exception of Shego maybe. She had several opportunities to send me to an early grave but never followed through with it.”

“Well that just proves my point. Universally people look to Shego as your true arch nemesis despite Drakken’s lame attempts to be. And when she is missing, presumed dead, it’s none other than Kim Possible coming out of retirement to find her.” he said leaning while watching some buttons blink.  “Hmm, wonder if that’s important.”

“I guess that’s one way of looking at it,” Kim conceded.


“Yeah, then there’s the other reason.” he sighed, still intrigued with the blinking buttons.

“Which is what?”

“The way that I may have been a tad rougher on them than you typically would be,” he said with an exaggerated look of innocence.


“Define ‘rougher’.”

“Well, I may have taken a little more ‘direct approach’ with a few of them.” He shrugged. “Broke Motor Ed’s arm after he swung at my head with a tire iron, then I overwhelmed Camille Leon’s morphing ability after I trapped her in a room with a few dozen video monitors.”

“You WHAT?!?” Kim replied bitterly.

“The good news is that the second nose eventually went away. Like I said, I was still adjusting to my new role. Then there was DNAmy with that whole … thingmagigmmermerm ...” he mumbled inaudibly.

“Come again?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

Ken sighed. “I may have killed her Rabbit-Rhino thing.”

“Seriously?!

“Hey, it was 8 feet tall, with a horn and it came at me. What else was I supposed to do?”

“Step out of its way like you do with a charging moose or elephant?”


“I did...”


Kim looked on with a raised eyebrow.

“...Just so happened that I was standing next to a 300 foot cliff when I side stepped.”

Kim pursed her lip in disapproval.

“So did you maime or seriously traumatize anyone else in my absence?”


“Nah, like I said, everyone else pretty much quit shortly after you did. Well, I take that back, Dementor … he didn’t know when to quit,” he chuckled. “He decided that instead of following suit with everyone else, he’d exploit the power vacuum and try to elevate himself to becoming the top villain in the world. But that didn’t last long and after a few confrontations, Wade and I set him up with a nice post-crime career as a license plate stamper. Should have quit while he was ahead like the rest of them.” he said going back to tapping the button.

“Satellite relay beacon.” she said.

“Huh?”

“The button, it blinks when a satellite has relayed information to the space station.  It’s basically telling the astrophysicists ‘they’ve got mail.’”

“Oh.”

“Grew up around this place remember?” she winked.


“Good point.” Trepid replied. “Back to our original conversation, the bulk of the missions nowadays are ones I would have done as a Global Justice agent. You know the type; stopping some terrorist, overzealous warlord, drug kingpin, or the occasional nutjob having a really bad day. It’s not exactly dealing with mind control shampoo or mutant poodles.”

“Lovely,” she sighed in reservation.

“It’s what I do baby, it’s what I do,” he replied with a half-efforted Fonzy pose.


Kim made a face of being unimpressed as Ken approached and sat in an office chair across from her.

“So besides traumatizing and maiming my old foes, what else is there to the mysterious Ken Trepid?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“What’s your story? What did you do prior to being a Global Justice agent? Where do you come from? Where did you learn how to be an agent? You know, all that good origins stuff everyone is into these days.”

Ken put his arms nonchalantly behind his head and leaned back in his chair as if to be in thought. “Classified, not saying, classified, and um … oh yeah, classified.” He smirked.


“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”


“Here you are, knowing everything about me through your ‘dossiers’ but when it comes to you, nothing?”


“It doesn’t work that way, Kim,” he replied. “In regards to knowing everything about you, well … it’s not like you’ve kept a low profile over the years. You are one of those rare individuals in the world of crime fighting that basked in the limelight whereas me and everyone else prefer to keep a low profile. I found it makes it easier to go undercover when your face isn’t plastered on the front of a magazine in the checkout lane.”

“True, but then again I hardly ever went undercover in my early days.”

“Back before you got popular and recognizable, which makes it almost impossible for you to go anywhere without being recognized … no pun intended,” Ken replied. “But that’s fine, undercover isn’t exactly what we’re doing here.”

“Do you go undercover often? Or is that classified too?” Kim asked with a slight eyeroll.

“I might.” he said trying to be mysterious.

“Does that explain that ink job you have there?” she said pointing to his shoulder.


Ken’s smirk dropped slightly as he refused to answer and tried to cover up his arm with his hand.

“Don’t be coy with me, Trepid, I’ve studied enough law and history to know a Waffen-SS symbol when I see one. Seeing how good you and Wade are together, I can’t see you exactly subscribing to the ideology of white supremacy, so what’s the story behind that?”

Ken sighed and rolled up his sleeve, exposing the large black “SS” logo of the elite squadron of Nazi Germany along with several other smaller designs.

“Late in 2008, Global Justice received a credible tip that a group of Aryan Brotherhood members were planning to attack a target on the West Coast.”

“And you volunteered to go undercover and infiltrate the group?”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it ‘volunteered,’ but yeah. Being one of Global Justice’s top agents, Betty assigned me to the task.”

“And she made you get inked?”

“Not exactly,” he said rolling his sleeve back down. “Global Justice kind of runs on the premise that its agents are left to decide how best to perform their mission objectives, we found that it worked better to let agents rely on their instincts which lead to their recruitments over some egghead’s thoughts on the matter. Especially after said eggheads came to the brilliant conclusion that your pet molerat was the key to all of your success and not say, your teamwork, attitudes and intuition. A lot of the agents lost a lot of faith in them after that exchange.” he shrugged.


“But yes, to answer your question the tattoos were my idea.”


“Why would you do that?” she asked.


“I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of Aryan Brotherhood members in your case studies. If you tried joining up and you didn’t at least have one tattoo dedicated to ‘the cause’ you’d raise a lot of red flags. I might as well have just worn a giant sticker on my shirt that said ‘informant’. No, to join you had to show your commitment, so I did what I had to in order to be accepted. After months of following leads and shady backdoor meetings I finally found those who were carrying out the plot. I was on my own, deep undercover with no correspondence with HQ, with only my wits to make sure they didn’t carry through with their plans.”


“Anyways, I managed to infiltrate their group. After doing a lot of things that I’m not proud of nor will repeat here, I was able to discover the plot and ultimately worked my way onto the team who was to carry it out.”


“What was the target?” Kim asked.


“The target was the West Coast Student Shabbaton Conference which was being held in Sacramento. We had cased the venue, figured out where the weakest parts of the structure were, exit patterns, and what places and situations would create the most casualties. We had more ammonium nitrate than the state of Nebraska by the time we were ready.”

“Oh my gosh,” Kim said, taken back, “how close did they get to pulling it off?”

“The objective was to get them as close as possible to pulling off the attack. The more evidence we had piled up against them, the more we could put everyone away for a long, long time.”

“And how close was that?” she said leaning in, becoming more interested in the story.

“I thwarted it as we were en route to the convention center. I had sabotaged the detonators and changed the chemical composition of the fuel the night before and then placed an anonymous tip to the local sheriff’s department.” he continued. “And as planned, when we got within the vicinity of the conference we were met by an army of SWAT teams which then resulted in us escaping the scene which may have caused a lot of collateral damage to the surrounding area.” he said with a slight eyeroll. “Box trucks aren’t exactly known for their maneuverability qualities you know.”
“Eventually we were neutralized, apprehended and booked. Well, my accomplices were. Doc extracted me discretely following a rough interrogation session. That was just before we got the news that Global Justice was shutting down.”

“And yet you kept the tattoos?”

“My cover is still good. And as far as my co-conspirators know, they think I was extradited to New Jersey over outstanding warrants. If there was any other plot to have come up, I would have been able to go back in without suspicion.”

“And you’re fine with that?”

“Well, it makes it difficult wearing short sleeves in public, but in the end I suppose it was worth it. There’s a lot of college-age Jewish kids alive today because of what I did.” he said. “Like I said, we’re expected to do what we have to in order to keep people safe. It’s the sacrifice we make as Global Justice agents, you know, to serve something bigger than yourself.”

“I see.”

“Yeah, so it’s a little more involved than that cutie mark you’ve got going on your wrist.” he winked as he rolled his sleeve back down, “Let me guess, got it in Florida while not of sound or sober mind right?” he smirked.


Kim rolled her eyes at the jab and turned to look outside the windows. It was then, Ken noticed that her scowl began to drop from her face and replaced with a more pale, frightened look.

“Hey, I was only kidding about the sober thing.”

“I-its not that,” she said, her voice slightly trembling. “Ron, he … he was at that conference in Sacramento,” she finally got out with a shaky voice. “He went down there with a few of his friends from Temple.”


“Oh … Well then I guess you’re welcome,” Ken awkwardly answered as he stood back up and stretched. “I’d appreciate if you kept this conversation between us. I don’t need your boyfriend thinking that I’m holding an ‘I saved your life’ card over his head. Those tend to become distractions I’ve learned.”


“Right...yes, of course,” Kim said, still shaken up with the revelation that she came close to losing her best friend.


“And speaking of which, where is your boyfriend at?”


“He went to the bathroom,” she said looking at the watch on her glove, “40 minutes ago.”


--


“Kimberly Ann Possible, you are the love of my life, the yin to my yang, the sauce to my naco, the entire reason that I am alive. To not have you in my life would be like a bird unable to fly, or a fish unable to swim. You complete me in every way possible, so to speak. And because of that, I can’t see how I can go through this life without you by my side. To be my partner to be my steadfast beacon of light which I draw my lifesource from, to ...”

“No,” Rufus chirped as he vehemently shook his head in disapproval from the edge of the bathroom sink.


“No? What do you mean ‘No’?” Ron demanded, kneeling down. “I didn’t even get to the question.”


“Too mushy,” The molerat chirped again.


“Too mushy? This is a proposal Rufus, it’s supposed to be romantic and mushy.”

“Eh, not you,” The molerat explained.

“Not me? What do you want me to do? Hey KP, wanna get hitched?” Ron asked.


“Uh no.” Rufus nodded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.


“Dearest Kimberly, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife and partner for the rest of our lives.”

“Blah blah blah,” Rufus said, mocking the man next to him.


“Well what would you suggest?” Ron groaned as he rose from bended knee off the bathroom floor. “We’ve been at this for over half an hour. KP’s going to start to think I stroked out on the toilet or something.”

“Hmm… be you,” the rodent suggested.


“Excuse me?”


“Y’know, yourself.”


“This is me!” Ron said with exasperation.


“Nuh uh, phoney!” he said as he mockingly pretended to be Ron in an over-romantic parody.


“Fine…” he huffed “I’ll do it one more time, your way.”


“Good,” Rufus chirped with a nod.


Ron begrudgingly went back down to his knee again and continued to pretend his pet was his girlfriend.


“You know I was planning on doing this right after we wrapped this mission up right? By the time we get the whole proposal figured out, she and Trepid are already going to have captured Akuma and rescued Shego.” Ron cleared his throat, closed his eyes and regained his composure before proceeding.


“Kimberly Ann Possible, ever since I met you back in preschool, I knew deep down in my heart that we had something special between us. And that feeling has continued to grow and grow throughout the years as we’ve gotten older and closer to each other. And although the last few years have been a little rocky, our love for each other has overcome all of the obstacles life has thrown at us and, and .. and …”


A large explosion interrupted him, rocking the entire control center and made Ron lose his balance, dropping him to the bathroom floor.


--


In the control room, Kim and Ken had also felt the blast and had both dove to the floor for safety.

“What the heck was that?!?” Kim asked as she peeked up from behind the office chair.

Ken, popped up from behind the control panels and cautiously approached the windows of the control center from where he could see a pillar of black smoke rise.

“That, was our ride,” he said with a sigh.

Kim stood up and made her way over to Ken where she could see the silhouette of the jet mangled and engulfed in flames.


“Hey, KP I thought I heard an explosion, you guys alright?” Ron said, running back into the main room from the restroom and seeing the damage.


Kim turned towards her boyfriend just as she caught the movement of an object heading rapidly towards him from outside.

“RON, GET DOWN!” she yelled dashing towards him and then pulling him to the floor just as a flaming object crashed through the window above them.

After a few seconds, Kim lifted herself up to inspect her boyfriend.

“You alright?” she asked concerned.


“Absolutely, KP,” he replied with a smirk, always enjoying the opportunity to have her on top of him.

Kim rolled her eyes at the obvious ploy and pulled him up from the ground, brushing off shards of glass off both of their bodies.


“What was that?”

“That, would be Vivian’s robot,” Ken said standing over the crushed, smoldering heap. “He’s here.”


“Akuma?”

“Either that or Viv seriously needs to work on her robotics skills,” he mumbled hastily while a second explosion was heard outside. “Kim, I need you to arm the charges, on the right side of each casing is a little black switch, click that switch up and a green light will come on signaling it’s armed.”

“On it.” Kim confirmed, turning to begin her work.

“Ron, I need you to go into that duffel bag you brought in and find the little black and yellow box that’s in there and bring it to me.

Ron obliged and after checking his pocket to make sure his ring was still secure, he rummaged through the duffel bag until he came across the box which Ken had described.


“What is this?” he asked bringing it to the senior agent.


“Detonator,” he replied opening the case and exposing a small device which resembled a flash drive. “How are we doing on those charges Possible?”

“On the last one,” she shouted from the doors. “There, that should do it!”


“Good, now get back here.”

Kim ran back over to behind some control panels where Ron and Ken were to receive their next instructions. Ken then asked to see Kim’s hand, to which he proceeded to attach the detonator to a port located on her glove, pressed a few buttons to sync the two devices together which then resulted in a little flashing red button to emerge above the casing.

“Alright, Kim, you’re going to be responsible for springing the trap,” he instructed. “When that smug hairball walks through those elevator doors, I’ll give you the signal and you push this button and trigger the first set of charges. The way we have them set up will shoot large gel globs at him from various angles hopefully pinning at least one of his limbs to the ground. Once those go off, count to five and then press the button again, setting off the next wave of charges. Those are more directed to where his body should be and theoretically should stop him in his tracks.


“And if that doesn’t stop him?”

“Stoppable and I will run defense for you in the event he gets through the gel grenades. I’m a seasoned combat veteran and he’s got those magic monkey powers so we’ll be good if push comes to shove.


“Yeah, um … those powers. I haven’t really figured out how to make them work after the last time I used them. I think they may have been a one-off.”


“Well In that case I hope you still know those 16 styles of Kung Fu you liked to brag about,” he said looking at Kim.


“That doesn’t seem like much of a plan.” Kim shrugged.

“Just be sure you hit those charges when I tell you to. The gelling compound was originally developed as an emergency stopper for use on aircraft carriers. If it can keep a fighter jet from falling off a flight deck, it should be able to stop Akuma in his tracks.


While the trio were finalizing their plans, the elevator began to bing and signaling that the car was making its ascension to the tower.


“Um, guys, I think he’s coming up!” Ron said nervously.


“Alright, game time people. Obviously with the jet he knows someone’s here, so we’ve lost the element of surprise, and if he’s coming up he might come out either blazing or with a full head of steam. So be ready for anything!”


As discussed, Ken and Ron took their positions on each side of the laid trap while Kim intently stood with her finger on the button attached to her wrist. The whirling sound of the lift engine began to slow and then came to a complete stop.


The moment of truth was here.


“Ready,” Trepid mouthed to both of his teammates while a bing was heard and the doors began to slide open. Kim kept her eyes focused on the opening, ready to strike the instant she was given the order. Several seconds passed and still no one came through into the room.


“Is there anyone even on the lift?” Ron whispered over his comm link.

“I’m not sure. Stay alert though in the event this is a diversion,” Trepid whispered back.

“Wait, something’s happening,” Kim added.

What Kim saw was plumes of purple smoke begin to travel from out of the opening.

“Well aren’t we clever,” Trepid remarked, “He’s in there and must be trying to provide himself with a cover. He knows he’s walking into a trap.”

A few seconds later, some movement could be seen from inside the cabin and a figure began to make its way out of the elevator.

“Get ready,” Trepid spoke again over his comm link as a dark figure began to appear through the fog and apparently limping.


“Um, is it just me or does that figure looks a lot smaller than what you were making Akuma out to be?” Ron asked Trepid.

“Yeah, you’re right, crap. Stand down Kim.”

“Huh?”

“Akuma’s got a hostage, stand down!”

Indeed the situation became much more complicated when a much smaller individual, bound by rope from the knees to the elbows and wearing a black hood, escorted Akuma into the room, his hands firmly planted across the hostage’s shoulders.


All three of them were taken back by Akuma’s massive presence. Like Kim and Ron, Ken had never seen him in the flesh and only through security camera footage, none of which gave his true appearance justice. He stood well over seven feet tall and as he hunched slightly over and placed his massive hands on each side of his hostage he dwarfed them in comparison. His pale skin was almost white in the light of the room while shadows highlighted his muscles and scars in a hue of blue. A long black mane of hair flowed down his back while a large, jagged beard ran across his square jaw. Several piercings adorned his pointed ears and the red glow from his blank eyes reflected through the studs. For clothing, he donned a unique outfit which appeared to be a cross of tactical gear and biker clothes, all custom made for his massive frame.


“Get out of my way you germs,” he finally boomed.


“Not happening, Pal,” Trepid said obstructing his path.

Akuma laughed at the threat and pulled his hostage into his chest and snickered. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m the one here holding all the cards. Unless you’d like this prisoner’s death on your hands.”

“Ken, are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Kim questioned her teammate nervously.
Ken ignored her calls of concern and stood his ground, his eyes seared into the glowing eyes of his adversary.

“I can’t let you do that Akuma,” Trepid said sternly, confronting him. “I know why you’re here and no, you’re not leaving with those mirrors. We’ve made sure of that.”


The hulking figure snickered at the threat. “Ha! Looks like we have a hero on our hands. And you know what they say about what a hero is right? A person who gets others killed.”

“Did he just quote Firefly?” Ron asked.

“Not now Ron…” Kim groaned.

Akuma tilted his head towards Stoppable and began to grin a sly grin.

“Wait...so there’s three of you. A hero, a ginger and a buffoon. This is absurd!” he cackled.


Kim took offense to the ginger remark and suddenly regained her nerve and approached where Trepid was standing.

“As the man said, you’re not leaving with those mirrors!”

“Kim, what are you doing? Get back to your position..” Ken mumbled

“Yeah!” Ron echoed as he also approached where his teammates were standing, punching his fists. “Not gonna happen big guy!”

“You guys are going to screw this up...get your asses back to your places!”

“So let me get this straight,” Akuma started, holding back his laughs, “You three have some stones between your legs. You ain’t no security guards so who exactly are you?”

“The name’s Agent K-”

“His name is Ken Trepid,” another voice interrupted from behind Akuma, “Agent Ken Trepid of Global Justice...well, I suppose I should say formerly of Global Justice. The agency isn’t necessarily a thing these days sadly.”

“That voice,” Kim said squinting to see through the smoke, “I swear I know that voice...”

“As for the other two, they’re Kim Possible and her sidekick-slash-boyfriend…um, Dan...Don..”

“Ron…” Ron supplied helpfully.


“Right, Ron Stoppable...a couple of amateur freelancers masquerading as crimefighters.”

“Amateurs?”

“Wait, there is only one person who would call what I do amateur,” Kim exclaimed. “And that’s…that’s......Will Du?!?”

A slow clap was heard coming from behind Akuma where the voice had originated. Then a dark outline of a figure could be seen as it walked methodically from behind Akuma and his hostage.

It was indeed Will Du, albeit a much darker version than the last time he had crossed paths with Kim and Ron.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Trepid snarled.


“Agent Will Du? You’re behind all of this?” Kim exclaimed in shock.

“Tah dah.” He exclaimed sarcastically, wiping his now long hair off of his stubbled face and smiled at the redhead while engaging in a mock curtsey.


“More like former agent,” Trepid remarked.

“What? Did he get laid off too?” Ron asked.

“Not exactly. Du here decided to take advantage of being the top agent at Global Justice and ran a little extortion racket on the side. Eventually the agency got wind of it and Betty had him discharged.


“Seriously? Who caught him?”

“Me.” Trepid replied, his vision still fixed on his predecessor.


“Eighteen years...eighteen years of hard work, dedication and personal sacrifice all undone by this paragon of virtue. And it was then all taken away from me!”

“You were crooked Du. You’ve got nobody to blame but yourself for getting canned.”

“Oh no, you’re correct. We all are responsible for our own decisions. I should really thank you for turning me in if you want me to be completely honest with you. After I was fired, I retreated to the Drakensburg Mountains of South Africa to sulk and to reflect on my life. Frankly the experience was enlightening. All of a sudden my eyes were open for the first time in ages to the world around me.”


“Great, he’s starting to monologue,” Trepid moaned. “How about you just fast forward to the part where you tell us what kind of cockamamey plan you have for the laser drill before I kick your ass back to South Africa so you can reflect on your life some more?”


“Oh please Kenneth, what do you take me for? Some sort of Bond villain? You and I both know that any sort of arrogant speak that divulges a plan or a plot is almost inevitably foiled because of it. No, what I am going to do instead is tell you one last time is to get you and your comrades out of our way. That is unless you all wish to join your blue friend laying up on the morgue.”

“I’m not Drakken,” Kim spoke up in defiance. “Whatever you think you have planned, you’ll lose.”


Du gave an arrogant smirk to that threat and began to calmly pace back and forth in front of the group. “Foolish girl. This is the last piece of a puzzle which we have went through a lot of trouble and bodies to put together. It just happened to be housed at a laboratory in Middleton, Oregon; a laboratory which happens to be where your father is employed. Did you think that we would be so shortsighted to not think that you and your boyfriend wouldn’t have gotten mixed up into this little project somehow? Especially seeing how my predecessor and his portly friend is, how should we say, ‘shorthanded’ at the moment?’”

“Huh? How would you know that?” Kim asked.

Du scoffed at the question and snapped his fingers which signaled Akuma to approach him with the hostage. “Let’s just call it a hunch.” he said yanking off the hood and revealing the identity of the person underneath.


It was Bonnie.

Her hair was disheveled, a streak of blood had dried down the side of her cheek from a busted lip and her arms and hands were beginning to bruise from the hefty amount of rope which wrapped around her body. On her shoulders rested the giant grey hands of Akuma who escorted her into the control center, and past the set devices.

“Bonnie?” Ken said.

“Bonnie!?” Kim echoed, “What’s she doing here?”

“Kim? What are you doing here?” she responded with an angry groan.

“Long story Stoney,” Ken replied.

“Stoney?” Kim asked.

“Long Story Kim.”




“Ah yes, I have to tell you it’s quite fascinating what you can find on the back country roads of rural Idaho this time of year,” Du said while arrogantly caressing Bonnie’s face, “The occasional bison grazing along the shoulder, a herd of antelope galloping across the prairie...the unsuspecting coed whose Jeep was unexpectedly forced off the road before rolling several times down an embankment.”


“Yeah and my father had just bought me that Jeep last April you asshole!” Bonnie scolded in defiance.


Du took his hand which had been traveling across her bruised chin and made its way up to Bonnie’s mane where he promptly grabbed a fistfull of her long brown hair and yanked her head back in a sudden motion. “Speak to me like that again, and I will slit your throat from ear to ear right here in front of all of your friends.” Du warned.


“You can’t do that to Bonnie!” Ron shouted.

“Oh I can...and I will if I have to. However I would prefer not to as the whole reason she is here is to act as an agent of civility.”

“Whuh?”

“It’s quite simple really,” Du explained to Ron. “You see, this little wench is valuable to you as the mirrors behind you are to me. So we are going engage in a little exchange. The Deep Venture’s set of mirrors for her life.”


“I can’t do that.” Trepid answered reluctantly.


“Um, are you sure about that ‘Trep?” Bonnie asked, growing concerned with where his train of thought was going.

“You’re not getting the mirrors. If you think you will, it’ll be through us.”


Du sighed in resignation over the agent’s answer.  “Well that’s unfortunate you think that way, it truly is, for your sake, and for her’s, especially her’s.” he said as he motioned to Akuma who lifted Bonnie up with one hand and began to walk to Du’s left.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Kim demanded.


“In football it’s called an audible, in negotiations it’s called it following through on your threat.” he said. “We came here in anticipation that an exchange of some measly parts for the life of a fellow human being would have occurred. But apparently you think we’re bluffing about doing any sort of bodily harm to young, sweet Miss Bonnie here. So now it’s time to show you that  we’re not fooling around. Now Akuma, if you would please now do what we talked about on the way here.”


“You got it boss.” he snarled as he walked Bonnie towards the windows.

“Don’t do it Du…” Ken warned increasingly getting into an attack stance.


“Obviously you don’t take my threats seriously, nor do you value the life of your friend, so why don’t we just take her out of the conversation all together?”

“Trepid...I’m getting a little wigged out here..” Bonnie said in a shaky voice helpless to do anything.


“If anything happens to her Du I swear….”

“You’ll do what exactly? Whip up on me and my Lowardian-hybrid? Akuma, please continue.”


“I guess that confirms where he got the big guy from.” Ron commented.

Akuma obliged and walked over to the windows which had been shattered when Vivian’s robot flew threw them and proceeded to hang Bonnie out of it, high above the ground.

“Last chance to lose the hero mantra and do the right thing Trepid...or do you still value inanimate objects over someone’s life? Regardless of how shallow, trivial and materialistic that life might be.”

“Hey!” Bonnie said, taking offense.

“You’re not getting the mirrors Du.” Trepid said again in conflicted defiance. Several tense silent seconds passed as the opposing sides exchanged hard glares at one another, looking to see who would make the next move.


“Alright then.” Du sighed as gestured to Akuma to release Bonnie.

Akuma obliged and opened up his palm as the brunette plummeted towards the ground ten stories below while giving off a blood curdling scream.

“BONNIE!” Ron screamed in horror.

“NO!” Kim yelled.


“Shit,” Ken mumbled to himself as he broke position and ran towards the windows, dodging a swipe from Akuma and diving out head first after her.

“Okay well that evens up the score a bit, Akuma if you would be so kind as to execute the next part of our plan.” Du ordered.

Akuma pulled a small device out of his pocket which contained a small screen and several buttons. He pushed a large green button which triggered heavy metal plates to come down over the windows locking the four of them inside the room.

“First rule of building a space center with a close proximity to a launch pad, be sure to have blast doors installed. I do believe that went a lot easier than I had expected it to go, do you not agree Akuma?”

“Almost too easy.” the giant scoffed.


“You! You never had any intentions of letting Bonnie go.” accused Kim, “This whole hostage angle was just a ruse to separate us from Trepid.”

“Excellent deductive reasoning Kimberly,” Du mocked with a simple hand clap. “Say what you will about the man, but Agent Trepid is a very dangerous individual and formidable opponent. It’s too bad his ‘ready, fire aim’ mentality has always been his Achilles heel.”


“You two on the other hand, if I understand correctly haven’t seen a mission in well over two years, a fact those little paunches the two of you are sporting appear to confirm that suspicion.
So now that our mutual acquaintance is no longer in the equation, there are two scenarios at play here: The first of which is that in order for me and my friend here to get those mirrors we came for, we have to go through you two; the second one is that in order for you two to leave this control room alive...you have to go through us.”

“Which one of those two scenarios seem to have the most realistic outcome Miss Possible? The man with 18 years of combat training under his belt whose partner happens to have the blood of the most violent, warfaring race in the galaxy flowing through his veins, or the recovering lush and her dimwitted boyfriend who haven’t seen action outside of their dorm room since their freshman year of college?”


Kim’s heart was racing, she knew that both she and Ron were outmatched but she also knew she had to stand her ground and prevent Du from obtaining the final piece of the drill. With a lump in her throat, she retook her fighting stance and clenched her fists in defiance. “If you want these mirrors, you’re going to have to go through us!”


Du shrugged his shoulders and sighed, “Suit yourselves; Akuma if you would be so kind to do what I pay you for now I would appreciate it.”


Akuma walked away from the window, cracked his knuckles and stretched his neck before setting his sights on Kim’s position and charging at her full boar.
Hey,

So I just wanted to let everyone know that I am really close to having the next chapter in my story finished and hopefully will be proofed and edited and released in the near future.  I know it's been like 7 months since I last released a chapter, it's been a hard chapter to write because there are so many moving parts in it from several different angles, however after the second pass at it I think I got it close to where it needs to be.  Also it'll be worth the time as it is currently 43 pages long.

After this chapter is finally released I anticipate the chapters after it to come come a lot faster and hopefully have the story wrapped up by the end of the year so I can shower in Fannie nominations next year, lol.

Anyways I know this story has kind of hit Chinese Democracy level in terms of development, but it's almost done!
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I've been a graphic designer for seven years...for some off reason or another, I got to liking the show Kim Possible...and then for some other reason or another I tried drawing her, and then for another reason or another discovered that I was kind of good at it. So for *looks at calendar* about 2 years now, I've been drawing a continuation of Kim and Ron's adventures from where the show left off, compiling of several major events, including their engagement, wedding, honeymoon, and to some extent, their eventual step into parenthood.

It's fun, and a way to pass the time while waiting for other events in my life to come to fruition, it keeps me out of trouble (most times) and keeps me fresh in my illustration skills.

Yes I take commissions, no I don't take requests....I used to but it got to be too much and well, I finally came to terms and decided that I had to pick my battles instead of running the gambit...most of that comes from switching from a 2-10 job to a 9-5 job...but it is what it is.

Sooo, hopefully you like what you see, feel free to drop me a line.

Current Residence: Uncanny Valley, USA
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Favourite photographer: Storm Thorgerson
Favourite style of art: The type that makes sense
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: 85 Octane
Wallpaper of choice: My own photographs
Skin of choice: The soft kind
Favourite cartoon character: Kim Possible, Transformers, Deaths Head, Megaman
Personal Quote: "uhhh..."
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BivGalPanAndRaa Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2016
Hey Hotrod, it's been a while since we've seen a new pic from you. When do you think you'll have something new out?
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hotrod2001 Featured By Owner Sep 22, 2016
Yeah I've been busy moving/painting/renovating a new house.  Good news is that I have like one hallway left to do and then all of the other improvements will have to be done by contractors.  I do have three pics in various stages of completion which should be coming together shortly.
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Luanfanboy21 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2016
Could you make a gif of Bonnie dancing pls. 
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SmokeyandtheBandit Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016
So, what are your commission prices or is it a case by case bit?
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hotrod2001 Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016
Depends on the content.
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SmokeyandtheBandit Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016
Figures.
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hotrod2001 Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2016
Hey, when I have to put in several hours of work into a picture involving multiple characters over a single portrait, it's not going to cost the same.  NSFW costs more, intricacy in details costs more, time stuck in my office instead on the couch with my family costs more.  That pretty much goes with everybody on here who's an established artist.
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derkommander0916 Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2016
Greetings comrade

Having paid attention to your works on KP for sometime, may I ask if you take commissions?

Thanks in advance
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hotrod2001 Featured By Owner Jul 3, 2016
I do, send me a PM and tell me what you are looking to have made and I can give you a quote.
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