So, yeah, about this...
I never intended to write this, at least at this time. I wanted to wait until I knew the show's characters better, but this ended up being the kind of story that keeps whispering "Write me, write me." I admit though, I didn't get the message until it tied me to my bed and hit me with a baseball bat. Well, funny things happen! So without further ado...
Prologue
If no one told him what was going on, Wayne was going to puke.
The man who had hired them had told them nothing. "There is a girl," he said.
"There is a girl, who lives in this location. I require something from her. Preferably, leave her alive while extracting it. If necessary, though, dispose of her."
It sounded simple enough (and slightly ridiculous), before they found that the house was wired like Fort Knox.
"Come on, Tina," he growled, "this is taking longer than it ought to. You're the best in the whole blasted business, huh?"
"Whoever worked the wiring was fantastic. There's no getting around it without shutting down the whole system. Gonna take more time than I thought."
The other three members of the team groaned.
"How much longer than four hours?" complained the Brazilian who called himself Rico.
"Why we doing this?" The bulky African American jokingly nicknamed "Haymaker" snapped.
"We're doing this, because our employer wants a blood sample from one…" Wayne consulted his PDA. "…Kimberly 'Kim' Ann Possible, and we're the best guys for it."
"Besides," Maria 'Press' Anatoly added, "You know who we're working for. If he doesn't get what he wants, our life spans are that. Much. Shorter. I'm assuming no one else here wants to die."
There was silence for twenty minutes.
Tina grinned. "Got it," she announced, throwing the back door open.
"At long last," laughed Press.
Wayne grinned. "Come on, Haymaker," he joked, "What's the trouble that could come from one little girl?"
"You know, when you say that, our lives get that much harder," Rico pointed out quietly.
"Yeah, you're probably right. Let's get this done and get out of here."
"Makes you wonder," Press whispered to Tina, "Why our employer hires the best to get a teenager's DNA."
"Who cares? We pull this off, we are in the money."
"I still want to know why."
The Possible girl was easier to locate than they expected—she was sprawled on the couch in front of the TV, which was little more a blur of static. Rico and Wayne looked at each other.
"Get it," Wayne hissed, "Fast."
Rico walked uncomfortably over to her, and removed a transparent cylinder from his pocket. He planted it against her arm, and waited as it filled with the recognizable red liquid. He pulled it back off and put it in his pocket.
"Well that was ea—" began Haymaker, but Press smacked a hand over his mouth. Too late.
Kim's eyes opened.
One fist caught Rico in the stomach, coming out of nowhere. She grabbed him, and yanked him down toward her, rolling off the bed at the same time. He hit the ground, she landed on him with an audible whud. Kim flipped onto her feet, sinking into a combat stance.
"You know," Press pointed out, "we could definitely have planned this better."
Haymaker, enthused at the idea of a fight, came whaling in with a right. The girl casually stepped to one side, and stuck her foot out. Her opponent slammed into the ground.
Tina, as usual, panicked. She whipped up her firearm, and began blasting away. Kim leapt over the couch, rolled, and came up in a spinning kick. Wayne caught her foot, and Press returned fire. Kim was thrown back against the couch.
"That was stupid," Wayne berated Tina.
"You're telling me," a new voice came from the stairs. A woman, obviously Kim's mother, stood at the bottom, pointing a shotgun at them. Press briefly wondered at this—Dr. Ann Possible, apparently a respected brain surgeon, pointing a weapon at them like she meant business. Kim stood up with a groan.
"I've got this, Mom," she complained.
"We'll, um, just be going now," Press called to her. On the floor, Rico and Haymaker pulled themselves to their feet.
"Who are you, and what is this about?" Kim snapped, indicating the red welt on her arm.
"Yes, I suggest you, uh, get a band-aid for that," advised Wayne.
Kim's eyes narrowed. "We gonna have to do this the hard way?"
There was a three second pause.
Then everyone went for the back door. The mercenaries made it first, Kim and her mother hard on their heels.
The team piled into the helicopter.
"See, this is why we upgraded," hissed Rico as the machine took off. Kim made a futile leap for the landing gear, and machine flew away. Kim's mom groaned.
"What was that about?" she asked.
"What was that about, Doctor?" Press snapped. The man in the black, full body suit looked up at her.
"Hmm?" he asked absentmindedly.
"Why did you send us there to steal a blood sample from a teenage girl, who, you did not warn us, is a quite capable martial artist?" Press clarified.
"Oh, oh, that. I was expecting that you wouldn't wake her. Did you?"
Four pairs of eyes glared at Haymaker.
"No comment," he mumbled.
"So, the blood sample. Do you have it?"
Rico walked up and handed him the vial.
"Thank you. Eva has your pay, the exit is three doors to your right, good day."
Everyone paused.
"You're not going to… try to kill us?" Press asked.
"No, why should I?"
"Well… you see… that happens a lot…" Wayne attempted to explain.
"Of course I wouldn't. Way too much paperwork involved." He sighed. "It's all the bureaucracy these days. Can never be a good old…" he paused and looked at them. "You still listening?"
"Should we?" asked Tina, still with a muddled expression.
"You can go now," the man explained.
The team walked away. The doctor was satisfied that they would be too confused to keep asking questions.
"Clara," he called. A young woman wearing a formal looking outfit walked into the room.
She took the vial from him, and walked toward a room marked "Files." Then she turned toward him.
"By the way, Doctor, why—"
"—Did I require Kim Possible's DNA?" the Doctor chuckled.
"DNA is what makes us unique, Clara. It makes us a certain height, it determines how well we see, or how big our ears are." He looked at Clara. "Your width is one of few things in your hands." Clara glanced at him. "Relax, you're fine. The point is, In some cases, DNA makes you stronger. It makes you faster. It makes you a better fighter."
"You're suggesting that this Kim Possible has meta-human capabilities," Clara inferred.
"Clever girl. Still, she would have had to have survived her career somehow. She's faced threats that would have destroyed a lesser human. And I believe that I can replicate it… duplicate it…"
"I see" noted Clara.
"Very clever girl."