This is my first fan fiction story. Please let me know what you think.
*Disclaimer* I do not own Kim Possible.
Prologue
Mr. Nakasumi enjoyed watching Tokyo at night from his window. It helped get his creative juice flowing when he had to work late into the night. The eccentric wealthy toy developer turned back to his desk, and tried to concentrate on the drawings before him. He needed to finish these new toy designs by the end of the week, in order to get them to production so that they would be out in time for the Christmas season in America. Picking up his pencil, he began to draw for a minute before stopping and sighing.
"Miss Kyoko," he said into his speaker phone.
"Yes, Mr. Nakasumi?" came the reply.
"Please, come in here. I am ready to leave for the night."
"Yes, sir."
Suddenly, the lights went out in Nakasumi's office. He hit his speaker phone again. "Miss Kyoko?" but there was no response. He then tried calling out to security. No response either. He pressed the silent alarm. Then the door flew open, and Miss Kyoko fell into the office while a tall, thin woman with short jet black hair with wielding a pair of katanas followed her.
"What is the meaning of this?" yelled Nakasumi?
"Quiet Nakasumi," said a low, deep voice with a southern drawl, and a man wearing cow boy boots, jeans, a leather jacket, and a cowboy hat walked in, stepping over Kyoko who was crying on the ground. His hand was rested on a gun grip in his belt holster. "If you corporate, both of you walk out with all of your limbs. If you don't, then my associate will have to start taking off what she likes." He looked over to the woman who was smiling with one of her blades up against Kyoko's arm.
"Fine, fine. Whatever you want," said Nakasumi shaking. "I have money, I have designs. I can make you rich."
"Oh, we don't care about that. We have all the money we need. We just have one question: where is Kim Possible?" The cowboy said, sitting down in the chair across from Nakasumi.
"Kim Possible? No one has seen her in years! She vanished two years ago. I do not know where she is."
"Are you telling me the truth?"
"Yes, yes I am. Please, let us go."
The cowboy, sat silently. Kyoko tried to move around, while the other woman kept her on the ground. The cowboy slowly pulled his revolver out of his holster and turned on the laser sight, aiming it at Nakasumi's forehead.
"Well, then I guess we just have to go to plan B."