The Best
A KP Fanfic
A/N: I own no characters in the following tale.
Also: Hobohunter, this story is for you, thank you
for being supportive of my work, it means a lot.
"Hey Ron!"
"Hey KP!"
The usual greeting between friends (and partners) was punctuated with a hug which, was a usual thing that happened every morning Kim dropped by the Stoppable residence, or vice versa. However, this wasn't exactly a normal morning for either teen, Ron especially.
Since he had gotten his Naco Royalty check some four days ago, Ron had been stunned speechless by the sheer amount of zeros on that little slip of paper. But, the speechlessness ended abruptly when Ron realized 1:all that money was his, and 2: there was probably no possible way to spend it all, but he was damn sure going to try.
Or at least he would have had his father not found out. After a series of negotiations that would have put the Yalta Conference to shame, the elder Stoppable managed to get his son to put a sizable portion of his newly found fortune in his care for the time being, leaving Ron with a surplus of twenty million dollars to last his until his twenty-first birthday.
'This much money, and in effect it's management is a big responsibility,' Gene Stoppable's voice echoed in his son's head, 'you should be careful, there's going to be an awful lot of people who may want to either take advantage of you, or just take it from you.'
Ron had been taken aback by that statement, he knew he never would have thought of something like that himself, and he had to give it some consideration. He figured a few things out after a little while. Namely, he figured if his money made him a target (and considering the kind of people that him and KP dealt with on an almost daily basis, that was all too likely) he ought to hire on a body guard, some who could watch his back when Kim couldn't, and maybe give them both a hand on missions.
Ron had Wade help him scope some PMCs (Private Military Contractors) as well as some decent Mercenary Firms. They even looked into Hench Co. mercs (better known as Henchmen) and they all looked good, but Ron wanted the best. He had been about to settle on a team out of Seattle, when wade stumbled across an online add in conjunction with Soldier of Fortune.
It seemed almost too good to be true. Cheap (in comparison to some of the others) highly experienced in all forms of hand to hand combat, bladed weapons, and enemy suppression tactics (lethal and non-lethal) with more than ten years experience. There was no name listed, just a number.
After a few tries Wade managed to get his blond associate in contact with this mysterious man with no name. He accepted the job almost immediately after hearing Ron's name, why so quickly Ron couldn't quite guess, but he almost swore he heard the man mention something about 'a nice easy gig' before he told Ron that he could be in town by Saturday.
Which was the reason he had asked Kim over at the ungodly hour of 8:30 am, so he could introduce her to his newfound one-man protection detail.
Not that Ron didn't need a proper introduction as well, he was set to show up around 9:00am or '0900' as the man put it. The only thing Ron had managed to get out of the mysterious stranger that was soon to shadow him was his codename, and it sure was an odd one. Ron's further musings on the subject were put off by the red head in front of him that would need an explanation as to this recent bout of weirdness.
"Ron," Kim put forth, a bit peeved to be out of bed early on one of the rare days she was able to sleep in, "if I could ask, what's the sitch?"
"Well, you know how I came into, uh, a little money lately?" Ron said slowly
Kim snorted delicately, for someone with no British heritage Ron seemed to have mastered the art of the understatement rather well.
"If you can call nearly 100 million dollars 'little' you bet." she retorted with a smirk.
"Well," Ron began, "dad and I talked, and he told me that some people might hold that against me, plus, since I can afford it, I thought we could use a little back up on missions from time to time..."
Kim halted his train of thought right there. "Oh no! You hired bodyguards?!"
"Just one KP!" Ron interjected, "just one person to stick around in case something bad was going to happen."
Kim was a bit insulted that Ron felt they needed help, a small voice in the back of her head was saying something about Ron being correct, but it was quashed rather quickly. After all, she was Kim Possible, the girl who could do anything, she could protect Ron if he needed it, and missions were her, er, ah, their thing anyway!
"Ron, why do we need help anyway, we can both handle ourselves."
"No KP, you can handle yourself, the Ron man has some work to with the self defense stuff," Ron shrugged, then got a rather sheepish look. "besides, I kinda called you over because, uh, um, I already hired him, and I wanted you with me when he arrived..."
"WHAT!! you just hired someone without telling me or Wade first!"
Ron looked almost offended, "KP, Wade helped me pick him. I didn't want to just hire someone with out some input first."
Kim crossed her arms, Wade was going to catch some serious flak over this one. "So you're meeting this person for the first time today?"
Ron rubbed his neck sheepishly, "yeah."
"And you where is he exactly?" she asked, raising her eyebrow for effect.
"Behind you Miss." An barely accented voice said from directly behind Kim.
Kim whipped around fast enough to give an unprepared human being whiplash to come to bear on this new individual. Kim saw him and had to stop for just a second, the guy was without a doubt, a total hunk, not 'cute' like Mankey, but ruggedly handsome, sort of like the Marlboro man.
He stood at roughly six feet, and a very well muscled 185 pounds or so, and was wearing a black tee shirt and a pair of black BDU cargo pants with some Altama combat boots. The whole ensemble was completed with a nylon flight jacket with the bulge of what could be a large frame pistol near the small of his back. He had what looked like three or four days of stubble, a strong jaw, short messy blond hair, and piercing blue eyes that put the sky to shame. He seemed to be looking past (or considering the height difference, over) her to Ron.
Ron was more surprised than anything else at the sudden appearance of this man, and after the appropriate Ron response (I.e. YELP!!) he realized the older man was in all likelihood the very man he hired, he amended his speech. "Are you uh.. um..." Ron said racking his brain for the man's codename.
He should be able to remember it, it was so unusual...
Suddenly the man drew himself up and put two fingers to his forehead in a type of informal salute and spoke. "Agent HUNK at your service," at this, he smiled a rather jaunty smile.
Kim suddenly had the irrational fear that this guy could read minds when she heard the word 'hunk' pass the mans chapped lips. She almost as quickly put that fear to rest when she realized that he was cocky enough to give himself that codename. 'boy, talk about arrogant' Kim thought to herself, the same voice that told her Ron might be right said something to the tune of the pot calling the kettle black, but she wasn't in the mood to listen, she needed to ask this fella some questions, especially regarding the pistol sized bulge near his belt.
Ron didn't need time to think about anything though, he just jumped headlong into the questioning with something he'd wanted to ask the man since they first spoke, that being:
"So, uh, HUNK, what's your real name, I didn't get to ask you on the phone, and..."
HUNK spoke with an indifferent tone, "I don't think it makes a lot of difference, HUNK is fine."
"I just wondered because I gotta know who to make the check out to." Ron answered truthfully.
HUNK thought for a second before a grin spread across his features. "Well," he began, "my friends call me cash."
And one could almost hear Kim roll her eyes when Ron didn't catch the joke and wrote it down. Kim looked over at the mysterious agent 'HUNK' and after fighting back the urge to drool over him, she started asking him questions.
"Okay HUNK," she started out, "do you have anything else you go by?"
He smiled again, she suspected he knew it made her knees week, and enjoyed doing it to her. "I got another one, but I'm not sure you'll like it."
Kim pursed her lips and gave him an appropriate response. "Now I'd really like to hear it."
HUNK's smile turned a bit feral before returning to a simple smirk. "Mr. Death."
Kim wasn't sure how to counter that statement, fortunately, HUNK choose to finish that statement himself. "The death cannot die." He stated switching to a serious expression.
Ron began to wonder what exactly he had gotten himself into, but despite his lingering doubts, he chose to soldier on through the questions. "So HUNK, we didn't get to talk for long when I called earlier, is there anything you'll need before you start"
HUNK frowned a bit. "Well I was under the impression this was going to be a full time gig, so I was going to get housed here."
Ron's eyes widened a bit, "um, I don't know If that'll work, can't I just give you the cash for a hotel or an apartment maybe?"
HUNK crossed his arms and tilted his head. "In tactical terms that'd be damn near useless."
Ron's firm grip of the English language when nervous or confused allowed him the excellent answer of "huh?"
Oddly, both Kim and HUNK agreed for the first time that day when they both sighed at the same time, but where as Kim stopped, HUNK continued on. "Well, the problem with that plan would be that the nearest apartment complex I spotted on the way in is almost four miles from here, and the hotels are even further away." He paused for a moment. "So, for example, if one of the people you're paying me to protect you against were to break in during middle of the night with the intent to kill or capture you, that means you have to establish communications with me, then I have to grab my gear, get to the truck, and haul ass here ASAP, which is a minimum ETA of six to eight minutes, more than enough time to assassinate you or preform a snatch and grab. See the problem?" HUNK finished.
Kim and Ron looked to each other, then back to HUNK who wasn't wearing the smirk he had most of the conversation, instead he was wearing the mask of a professional. And they both knew he was right.
Ron was a little stunned, but he did give his response. "I didn't think of it like that." HUNK nodded "Few people seem to, in addition to easing all concerned parties worries, it'll make the transition easier too."
Kim and Ron both got a little confused, "What do you mean transition?" Ron spoke up.
HUNK continued on, hardly missing a beat, "well you hired me on as a protection detail, so either covertly or overtly I'll be your shadow 24 hours a day, you'll need time to get used to my tactics, and I'll need some time to familiarize myself with your routine, habits, and so forth."
That sounded reasonable enough to Ron, "Okay, I don't think my folks ought to have too much issue with it when I tell 'em you're here to protect me, we don't have a guest room or anything though, so would the basement work?"
HUNK nodded his approval, "I think so, let me go check it out."
HUNK took the stairs to the basement of the Stoppable residence, and took a good look, it was about what he expected, plain block walls painted white, a coat of battleship grey paint covering the floor, the furnace and water heater near the middle of the floor and the washer and dryer off to the side. There were some boxes and an old green plaid sofa in the corner along with an idling dehumidifier. Nothing special, but it was surprisingly roomy, not too cluttered, clean, and HUNK noted there was plenty of lighting and an abundance of electrical sockets. It wasn't the Ritz, but with some cheap fix up work, a little carpet, and some decent furniture, it wouldn't be half bad, sure beat the hell out the barracks he had on Rockfort in the Training Complex.
Turning to face Kim and Ron, who were standing on the stairwell, he addressed Ron. "I can work with this sir." Ron rubbed the back of his neck, "uh, just Ron is okay HUNK." Ron said.
HUNK chuckled, "I hoped you'd say that, I just need a few minutes to grab my stuff from the truck and get situated." HUNK said while climbing up the stairs, "need any help?" Ron asked. HUNK shook his head, "nah, just grabbing the essentials."
As Kim watched HUNK stretch his arms above his head, she saw his jacket ride up and her suspicions were confirmed when she saw the grip of a large frame automatic pistol stowed neatly at the small of his back in a nylon belt rig. "Do you have to carry that?" she asked.
HUNK turned around with a questioning look, and realized she meant his piece, he reached behind him and Kim tensed slightly as he pulled the gun in question out and aimed it at the floor in his right hand while he pointed to it with his left. "Oh, this? I never go unarmed, and in case you're wondering, the state of Colorado issued me a concealed carry license, it's legal." and before Kim could try to get another word in he tucked the USP* back in it's holster and turned to retrieve his things.
Kim turned to Ron with a hard look (at least as hard as a cute cheerleader can look) "I don't like this Ron" she said with finality.
Ron looked at her with a puzzled look, "he seems okay to me KP, besides Wade did help me pick him out."
"He's carrying a gun!" Kim said incredulously
"He's got a license to, besides he's a bodyguard, and if he was trigger happy or something it would have popped up when Wade ran his background."
"Fine, but we'll talk about this later." Kim said crossing her arms to pout a little.
The next hour or two went on without further incedent, as HUNK unpacked his things and made himself at home so to speak. Kim felt she needed to learn more about this man, and watched him bring in his things from outside, while she stood concealed in the upstairs window of the bathroom.
The first thing she learned was how alert he was when he spotted her spot almost instantly and gave a sly wave before returning to his unpacking. Kim was upset that he spotted her so fast, but she could at least say Ron was getting his money worth, she wouldn't, but she could if she wanted.
She saw he didn't bring too much with him for one thing, just a few duffel bags, a cot, a folding table, and (although it made her feel even more uncomfortable) what looked to be two large weapons cases measuring in at about four feet by one foot by one foot.
Aside from his apparent lack of luggage, there was another thing she was curious about, she expected a guy who had an ego as big as she expected HUNK had would be driving some kind of sports car, or super tacky monster truck type pick up truck, but she was wrong. He was driving a plain white four door SUV, had she known more about vehicles, she would have recognized it as a 1997 Chevrolet Tahoe 4x4. The truck had absolutely no extras on it at all, it was just, normal.
Then Kim got the bright idea that she could have Wade feed his license plates through the DMV database. Quickly calling up her tech wizard, she quickly explained her idea.
Wade agreed that he could try so Kim scoped out HUNK's plates, and promptly groaned.
"What is it Kim?" Wade said between draws on his soda.
"The one custom thing on the whole truck, and it's the tags" Kim muttered exasperatedly.
"So what are they?" Wade was curious now.
"Colorado plates, they read 'UZI 4 U'." Kim sighed.
"I'm on it Kim, I'll call back with results."
"Thanks Wade, you rock." Kim said. She saw that HUNK had finished and decided to go back downstairs to hang with Ron and maybe learn some more about the mysterious Mr. Death.
She came back downstairs just in time to watch HUNK emerge from the kitchen with a beer in his hand. He had removed his jacket and now she could also make out several other items on his belt including a pouch for spare pistol mags, a belt loop with zip ties looped around it, an expandable baton, a multi tool, and what looked to be a taser. 'Hmm, he carries his equipment like a cop' Kim thought as she strode over to where HUNK stood next to Ron.
Ron looked over to HUNK and turned his focus to the beer in the gunman's hand. "Uh, dude, is that my dad's beer?" Ron queried, thinking that his parents were going to be unhappy enough to have HUNK staying with them, without his bodyguard raiding his father's beer supply.
HUNK shock his head, "Nah, I don't like Coors Light." he said holding his bottle up a bit for emphasis, "I got a twelve pack of Corona on the drive in."
Ron shrugged, "oh, anyway I was about to fire up the 'ol Game Box for a little Zombie Mayhem and Kim doesn't play video games, care to join me?"
HUNK chuckled a little in a kind of cynical way before answering. "Nah, I've had enough of the undead, have you got Everlot?"
Ron looked at his bodyguard unbelievably for a second. "You play?"
HUNK shrugged, "a coworker of mine got me hooked on it, the bastard."
Ron smiled, "I'll get another controller." Right as Ron began to get up, the unmistakable chime of the Kimmunicator went off, Kim answered immediately.
"What's the sitch Wade?" she said silently hoping he found something on HUNK's real name.
"Drakken again Kim, he's in Uperton right now trying to steal some parts from right under Dementor's nose" Wade summarized.
Kim sighed, "alright, we're on it. Do you have a ride for us?"
Wade shook his head, "it's only 25 miles, and no ones available locally."
HUNK already had a bag slung over his shoulder and looked ready to move when he spoke up. "I can handle a little drive, suit up and meet me in the truck." He stated before double-timing it out the door.
Wade shrugged over the Kimmunicator's screen. "That handles that."
Kim gave Wade a look, "by the way, did you scope out his tags?"
Wade shook his head again, "haven't found it yet, let me run it in the national system, and I'll get back to you."
"Thanks Wade." Kim said signing off. She called out for Ron and told him to move.
Five minutes later, both teens exited the Stoppable residence geared up and headed toward HUNK's Tahoe. They found him behind the wheel already in his own form of mission gear.
He threw on a BDU jacket to go with his pants, as well as kneepads, elbow pads, and a Kevlar vest. Completing this new look was a balaclava and a helmet. But oddly enough, he also included a gas mask with curious red eye lenses. Kim and Ron had to admit, he certainly looked intimidating if nothing else, kind of like a cross between a special forces commando, and a SWAT team point man.
Ron shot for the front seat before Kim could stop him, and soon she found herself strapped into the middle of the back seat. She took in the interior of the GM built SUV and suddenly knew why the exterior looked so plain, he put all the work into building up the inside.
It had a storm console, similar to one you might find in a patrol car complete with the laptop PC and all, a partition divider between the back seat and the cargo area that doubled as a roll bar, and and what looked to be a gun rack hanging on said divider with a Remington 870 as well as an H&K G36 assault rifle locked into it.
HUNK pealed away from the curb hard enough for her and Ron to realize he spent some significant money on the drive train too. They could feel HUNK smirk under his gas mask as he cut off a white Jaguar XK8 Kim thought looked a lot like Bonnie Rockwaller's. It was at that moment that the currently masked gunman spoke up.
"You nice kids look like you could use some music, how about some tunes?" HUNK then slid a CD he had in the console into the trucks stereo, and the sounds of high energy southern metal filled the truck.
Woah Black Betty Go Black Betty Black Betty Had A Child Damn Thing
Gone Wild Shes Always Ready Shes All Rock Steady Woah Black Betty Go Black Betty All Right!
Bama Lamb
Bama
Lamb
Bama Lamb
Bama Lamb
Bama Lamb
Bama Lamb
Bama Lamb
Bama Lamb
Kim wasn't the Spiderbait type but it was too loud to complain, she looked into the front seat and noticed HUNK nodding along slightly to the music and surprisingly, so was Ron who shot a thumbs up to the other two occupants of the car.
Kim appreciated the lift and all, but if this was going to continue, she needed to talk to HUNK about his taste in music, but then thought again. It was highly unlikely HUNK would share her love of Justin Timberlake, besides, if he did, well, that would just be freaky.
All meandering thoughts aside, she thought that HUNK seemed professional enough, she just hoped he would be up to handling the likes of Shego...
To Be Continued...
Authors Note: Hoped you enjoyed it! I think I got everyone in character enough, drop a review and tell me what you all think. Stay tuned for the next chapter, where we see everyone's favorite green and blue duo handle the mysterious Mr. Death.
Best Wishes,
Israelbauman
Additional: *The USP is a full size semi-automatic handgun made in Germany by H&K, the same people who make the MP5 Family of sub-machine guns, HUNK's particular model is a USP Tactical in nine millimeter, the Tactical nine millimeter model has an extended barrel to mount a silencer, as well as better sights, and it's been accurized.
