Title: Chapter 1, Witlow's Scrap Yard Massacre

Summary: While Kim Possible completes a rather violent job in Los Angeles. Shego receives an interesting new job from the people she's working for.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and don't claim to own anything.

Warnings: Includes violence & gore, profanity, references to things like sex & drugs, and what some may consider intense scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.

Patriot44: MAX refers to an imprint of Marvel comics that feature more mature and graphic storylines than mainstream Marvel comics. My intention is to write a Kim Possible fan fic series that does the same. In this series (Which is set ten years after the events "Graduation") Kim is older and more seasoned. She has been doing what she's been doing for a long time and it has become her career. I will be writing this story with a very gritty manner; Kim will be using guns and fighting realistic enemies like organized crime and terrorist groups.

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Chapter 1 – Witlow's Scrap Yard

Los Angeles, CA

March 2016

People knew to stay away from Witlow's Scrap Yard. The location was a known site for criminal activity in the Los Angeles area. It was mostly used as a place to hold illegal deals and stash stolen items; occasionally somebody dumped a body there.

Kim Possible wasn't deterred by such things; on the contrary she thrived on them. Whenever she went somewhere, it was either because there were innocent people to protect or villains to defeat. Things that instilled fear in the hearts of normal people just attracted her attention. And her attention could either be a godsend or it could be the bane of your existence, depending whether you qualified as an innocent person or a villain.

Right now, the villains she was looking to defeat were planning to use the scrap yard for an exchange in the wee hours of the morning, a trade of drugs for guns. No solid cash involved; a strict barter situation, the amount of drugs and guns necessary for the exchange to be considered fair was predetermined over the phone several days in advanced.

The crew that was bringing the drugs consisted of members of the Sureños, a notorious Hispanic street gang that was active primarily in South California as well as parts of Mexico and Latin America. The leader of the crew was Guillermo "Billy" Narvaez, a rising star in the Sureños Los Angeles scene who had seven murders to his name.

The crew that was bringing the guns were Russian gangsters, who like the Sureños also had a prominent presence in Los Angeles. The lead Russian was Kirill Bratchenko, an arrogant young man whose standing and reputation came from his father being the head of the largest Russian Mafia syndicate in California.

Kim was happy to get rid of Billy Narvaez and his crew, she had read the LAPD's file on him, it was not a pleasant read. But Narvaez was not her primary target; it was Kirill Bratchenko that had brought Kim to this scrap yard. When she received word that he would be at the deal, she knew she had to hit it. She had a plan in which Phase One was the violent death of the gangster prince.

So here she was at the scrap yard, having arrived earlier and found a position that gave her a good view of the area. Said position was inside a shed that was filled with junk. There was a broken window in the shed that allowed her to see outside, she was able to reach eyelevel with the window by moving a large crate and sitting on top of it. For an hour and a half she had been sitting with her legs crossed on the top of the crate, drinking coffee and eating a breakfast burrito while she kept watch on the outside.

Kim wasn't worried much about being spotted through the window, it was dark inside the shed and she was clad in black; a black combat shirt, black camouflage pants, black combat boots and black leather gloves. And even if somebody did see, she was prepared to shout "Surprise" with a show of force. To the side of her was her weapon, a personalized M4 Assault Rifle with a telescopic sight on the top, a 4-prong flash-hider on the muzzle and a few modified clips that held 40 rounds instead of 30. One of the perks of being Kim Possible was that it was very easy to get weapons specially designed for her. She had a hell of a long list of military men and defense contractors that owed her favors.

Kim had been waiting for six minutes over a half an hour when two cars drove into the scrap yard. She knew immediately it was Narvaez and his henchmen by the types of vehicles they were in. Hispanic gang culture placed a heavy emphasis on cars as status symbols. So when a bright yellow Cadillac Deville arrived along with a white GTM900 pick-up truck with blue flames, it was a dead giveaway. Four Sureños exited the Cadillac while two more got out of the pickup truck. Kim recognized Narvaez as one of the men who had been in the Cadillac. The gangbanger wore a tight black shirt along with jeans. His long black hair was tied into a ponytail. The two men who had been in the pickup truck retrieved two duffel bags from the truck's bed, obviously the drugs.

Four minutes later, a fleet of three black SUVS and one black van pulled into the scrap yard and parked on the opposite side of Narvaez's men. Four men came out of each SUV while two came out of the van, making fourteen total. Kim considered it to be a lot of manpower for a deal of this caliber, especially considering Narvaez and his men only counted six. But she guessed it made since considering Kirill Bratchenko's tendency to showboat.

Speaking of which, Kim was able to recognize Bratchenko immediately. In stark contrast to the dark colored casual clothes worn by his men, Kirill wore a blue sports jacket with a pink dress shirt and white tuxedo pants. These clothes along with his blond hair and blue-tinted, gold-rimmed sunglasses gave him a very flamboyant appearance.

While Bratchenko and Narvaez began talking to each other, a few of the Russian mobsters began unloading crates from the back of the van, those would be the guns. With eyes on Bratchenko, Narvaez, the guns, and the drugs; it was time for Kim to go to work. She grabbed her M4, took a knee on the crate, and pointed the gun out the window.

Looking through her scope, Kim saw that Bratchenko's men were armed with heavier firepower than Narvaez's men. This and the fact that there were more of them led her to decide that she would target the Russians first. The one that struck her as the most dangerous was a tall bald man holding an AK-47, the way he carried himself suggested ex-military. Kim focused her gun sights onto the tall man, deciding he would be the first one to die. She took a deep breath, switched her weapon to full auto, and she was ready to go.

The quiet morning calm was broke by the sound of gunfire. The tall Russian man fell to the ground as his chest was torn to shreds. Before anyone could process what happened, the man nearest to him was cut down as well, and the man nearest to him, and the man nearest to him. With supreme skill, Kim held down the trigger on her M4 and found her targets. Panicking, the gangsters dove for cover behind their vehicles. The ones that didn't have the sense to get behind something were made short work of by the killer redhead.

Kim was 30 rounds into one of her 40-round clips when the gangsters realized the shooter was in the shed and started firing back from behind their cover. She took this as a sign to relocate and jumped off of the crate. While laying prone on the floor and reloading her gun with a regular 30-round clip, she did some math in her head. She had gunned down seven of the Russians and two Sureños. That left seven Russians including Bratchenko and four Sureños including Narvaez. Okay, so far so good.

The shooting died down and Kim heard somebody shout "Did we get him?"

She smirked at the assumption that she was a man, it was actually a fairly common assumption for her enemies to make.

"You three! Go look inside!" Bratchenko shouted to his men. "Don't be stupid fuckers! He's obviously dead!"

"Scotty, you go with them" Narvaez said.

Kim knelt down near the door to the shed and equipped her optic cable, a device that allowed her to look under doors for reconnaissance purposes. With the end of the cable plugged into her Kimmunicator, she inserted the small camera under the door. On the screen of her Kimmunicator, she was able to see three of Bratchenko's Russians and the Sureño named Scotty approaching the shed with their guns pointed forward. Standing back up, Kim pocketed her optic cable and Kimmunicator and assumed a combat-ready position with her M4 pointed at the door.

"Get in there Pavel" one of the Russians said

"I'm not going inside, you go" Pavel responded.

"I will go" the third Russian said.

Kim heard the mobster walk forward and grab the handle to the shed door. The second he opened the door, she greeted him by shoving her rifle in his face and blowing away his head. Before the other two Russians could react, Kim took them out with a well directed burst. The Sureño named Scotty attempted to run away but was shot in the back for his effort.

"Die whore!"

Kim looked to her left to see another Russian mobster running at her with a crazed look in his face and a live grenade in his hand.

"Shit" Kim swore briefly as she swung her gun to her left and shot the man with the grenade in his legs. As he fell to the ground, he still managed to throw the grenade in Kim's direction. Thinking quickly, she sprinted back into the shed and hurled herself against a weak part of the shed's wall, knocking it down. The grenade detonated while she lay on the other side of the shed.

While standing up, she heard Billy Narvaez shouting "Rush the shed! Everybody! Run and gun!"

This gave Kim an idea. With a tenacious look in her eye, she ran behind a nearby pile of scrap. On the other side of the shed, Narvaez was leading a charge with his two remaining Sureños and one of the Russians. They shot as the advanced as the shed, putting clip after clip into the structure. By the time they had arrived at the front of the shed, it was completely covered with bullets holes.

"I'm out" said the Russian, taking the spent banana clip out of his Kalashnikov.

"Me too" said one of the Sureños, dropping the magazines from the two Tec-9's he was dual wielding.

"Fuck man! We put holes all over that shit! There's no way he didn't get fucking tagged!"

"He is a she" Narvaez stated.

"A lady did all this? Get the fuck out of here man."

"Look behind you" said a fifth voice.

The four men looked behind them to see Kim pointing her M4 at them. She had circled around the scrap yard and snuck up on them. Narvaez attempted to raise his gun against her but it was in vain, he and the other three were lit up by Kim.

The only two people left alive were Kirill and his bodyguard who were both hiding behind a nearby crane. The young gangster had taken a bullet to the arm and was very irate.

"Why has the shooting stopped!? Is the gunman dead yet!?"

"I don't know Kirill, but we need to leave this place regardless."

"Not until I've seen the body!"

"Kirill please, you father will do terrible things to me if anything was happen to you."

"I will do terrible things to you if you deny me this! This person has shot me! They have ruined my deal! They have killed my men! I will not go anywhere until I know they are-"

Kirill was interrupted by his bodyguard being blown away in a hail of bullets. The crime lord's son looked to his right to see Kim holding her M4 and looking down at him with a disapproving expression.

Kirill's confidence vanished as he stared into the horrible green eyes of the women that had killed everyone. He thought about saying something to her, but he didn't know what he could possibly say to this person. It was very unlike him, he was never lost for a line. But this person, this girl, he could tell just by being in her presence that this was someone that was unlike any other human he had met in his life. What could he say? It didn't matter, he knew what she wanted. He was at deaths door. He should've been afraid, but he wasn't. He couldn't understand why, he was not a brave person, even he wasn't so arrogant to believe otherwise. He just…he just wasn't afraid. What is death anyway?

Kirill Bratchenko sighed heavily and looked up at the mysterious redheaded women. "Do what you're going to do or don't do it. That is all."

"Wise words" Kim remarked simply as she pulled a handgun from her holster and shot him in the head.

After finishing with Bratchenko, Kim went through the drugs and guns. The duffel bags were filled with cocaine, which was pretty standard for the now departed Guillermo Narvaez. The crates had what appeared to be AK-47s, but upon closer inspection she realized they were Norinco Type 56 Assault Rifles, a Chinese knockoff of the AK-47. Most likely brought over the Pacific on a cargo ship.

Kim was planning to blow the drugs and guns but the approach of sirens meant there was no time for that. The LAPD would have to take care of the rest; her work at Witlow's Scrap Yard was done.

Kim quickly retrieved her pack from the shed and left the scrap yard through a hole in a fence. Wanting to avoid the streets, she navigated through a series of alleys and shortcuts to an extraction point a mile away from the scrap yard. Parked at the extraction point was a dark gray Infiniti Q45. She entered the back of the car and greeted the man in the drivers seat.

"Thanks for the lift Stanley" she chirped.

Stanley, a bald African-American man with a goatee smiled at Kim the rearview mirror. "It was the least I could do after you saved my ass from those Hells Angels."

"Oh it was no big, there were only like five of them. This one time in Norway, I had to take on another biker gang that had 70 patched members."

This interested Stanley "Norway has biker gangs?"

"Sure, why wouldn't they?" Kim asked honestly.

Stanley thought about this intently before shrugging. "I don't know...Norway just seems…Never mind, let's get out of here."

Kim closed her eyes and rested as Stanley drove away.

Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Sheila Goehr, more commonly known as "Shego" stood next to a payphone in the red-light district of Ho Chi Minh City. The former super villain turned mercenary read an Australian magazine as she waited for her employers to call.

There weren't many people on the street. All the patrons were holed up inside the various brothels, clubs, bars, hotels and whatever other shitholes were in the neighborhood. It wasn't just because everyone was eager to have sex and get drunk either, the HCMC police patrolled the area at this time of night and looked for lowlifes to crackdown on. Shego wasn't too worried about the police though, she would know how to deal with them if they bothered her.

The only other person around was an odd squirrelly looking European man wearing a long brown trench coat who was making his way down the street. Once he got closed enough to her, he stopped, smiled and opened his trench coat, revealing himself to be naked. An annoyed and disgusted Shego contemplated killing him, but then seemed to decide it wasn't worth it.

"Okay…You showed me. You can go now" she said in an unimpressed and unaffected tone.

The flasher just stared at her, having not gotten the reaction he wanted.

"Go" she repeated.

The flasher waited a few more seconds before closing his coat and continuing down the street, hoping to find somebody else to flash.

A few more minutes went by before the phone rang. Shego answered it but didn't say anything; she knew to let the man on the other end do all the talking.

"Miss Goehr, we thank you for helping us decommission our obsolete assets in the Socialist Republic of Vietnam. As usual, your next job is under the phone. I think you will find this one more interesting."

And just like that, without Shego saying anything or the man even saying goodbye, the call ended. She reached under the phone and retrieved the flash drive that had been taped to the bottom. Using her tablet, she was able to immediately access the information stored on the drive. As she read, she realized what her employer meant when he said she would find this job "more interesting."

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And that's the first part of Kim Possible MAX. Please avoid questions like "Where's Ron" and "Why is Kim killing these people?" A good writer does not reveal his plot through unnecessary exposition, information will be made available as the story progresses. I hope you enjoy.