Resident Evil CODE: Impossible

Kim Possible is solely property of the Disney Corporation and Resident Evil is property of Capcom

Author's Note: I'm seriously messing with the Resident Evil time line, but think of it like this; the Spencer Estate occurrence happened on July 24, 2006 (I know 1998 in the game, but lets face it, the technology is too advanced for '98) and the Raccoon City incident between September 24, and October 1, 2006. This is five months later in early March of 2007. Also, to understand the Rongo element, you need to read Doppler Effect by Zombie Boy, it explains their relationship, as well as a few other characters who you otherwise wouldn't get.

'How could things have gone this wrong, it's all my fault, if only...' These were the thoughts of a badly upset former police officer turned vigilante at the moment. Though computer savvy, and determined, his mind wasn't completely on hacking at the given time; rather Leon Kennedy's thoughts were on his girlfriend, the beautiful Claire Redfield and her current whereabouts.

Said young woman was in the clutches of Umbrella after a disastrous attempt to infiltrate Umbrella HQ, Paris. While inside Leon suggested the split up for a faster sweep, Claire had the misfortune of being caught by corporation guards, and when Umbrella caught someone deemed a security risk, well... Hence the reason for Leon's worried thoughts.

Even though he was too absorbed by thought to notice, the others were on edge as well. Barry was cleaning a well-used Colt Python in .357 magnum (his favorite piece, which is saying a lot for a gun nut like Burton) as though the world depended on the gun's cleanliness NOW.

Sherry Birkin was content to sit quietly and say nothing. The evil people who took her parents from her needed to take someone else to be happy too. She felt so little and helpless at times like this, Sherry had to stifle a sob, she had to stay strong for Claire. She just wished there were something she could do... anything to help...

"SON OF A BITCH!!"

Sherry suddenly looked up in surprise. Leon never cursed in front of her, doing so meant there must have been something important. 'He might have found something!' she thought, hopeful in spite of herself.

"What's up kid," Barry inquired as he lay his treasured .357 on the rough table before him; Barry wore an unreadable mask of expression, he wasn't the optimist the young girl was.

"I think I found out where those pukes are taking Claire!," Leon exclaimed. He could hardly believe his luck, he may not have been the most competent hacker in the world, but this was ridiculous.

Umbrella normally used firewalls and security that could kill a PC as fast as one of it's viral products could destroy human cells, but some newbie security expert only used a single low level password to secure access to shipping and receiving manifests out of their local offices.

"Where is she then, Kennedy? Spill it." Barry asked as professionally as possible, inwardly, he wanted to strangle the smaller man in a hug. 'It was a good move to let him work,' Barry thought, 'when it comes to a computer, I'm about as useful as a Honda in a tractor pull.'

"According to files in shipping and receiving," Leon answered, "she's being hauled to a detention center 900 miles due east of Salvidor, Brazil. Other than listing coordinates, and an arrival time, that's it." Leon concluded, but added, "though it's definitely useful enough, right?"

"That's it!!" Barry bellowed, stunned the kid thought it might not be enough, "If I weren't married and straight, I'd kiss you!" He smiled, "we need to organize a plan of attack though, we can't go rushing in bull headed and get ourselves killed."

"But.."

"No buts Kennedy, were going to need to think our way through this, you know what we're up against."

Barry stated in a way that clearly signaled that there was no room for discussion.

"When are you going to get Claire?" Interrupted a voice that both men temporarily forgot was there. That little voice belonging to a very cute, very blond, 12 year old Sherry Birkin.

"Sherry," Leon started slowly, "we need to come up with a good way to get Claire back, and we can't do it alone, so we need to call some people to help before we can go." Leon hoped that would hold her, he never was that great with children, although Claire seemed to be a natural.

Sensing that Leon was in distress, Barry decided to take the lead (having two daughters made him an expert on the subject of talking to prepubescent girls.) "Sherry, do you want to help Claire too?" he asked in a voice that made Leon wonder if this was the same old gruff Veteran he was used to.

"A lot" Sherry conceited

"Then you had best get some rest young lady," Barry responded.

"But you said..."

"That's the best way you can help out Claire now," Barry said as he placed a guiding hand on her back and began to move her toward the bedroom set aside for her. "When Claire gets back, she won't want to find you exhausted and sick, get some rest and you can help us out tomorrow, Okay?"

"But, I... alright" she sighed, she did feel drained and a little rest could be just what the doctor ordered for the little lady.

"Good then," as the large man gave her a quick hug. "Good night Sherry."

"Good night Barry." She concluded as she shut the door leaving the two men alone to plan.

"How did you learn to be that good with kids?" asked an impressed (and a bit jealous) Leon.

"Years of practice" replied Barry with a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, then slipped away as the emotionless business mask slipped back on. "Now, down to business..."

Sherry lay in bed for over 2 hours trying to figure out anything she could do. She tried to listen to

Barry and get some rest, but sleep just wouldn't come to the little one. She had helped out in Raccoon and she knew she had to do something to help save this young woman who had done more parenting for her in 5 months than her real mother had in, well, ever. Then she remembered,

One night over dinner almost a year ago, she remembered it because it was rare to find one of her parents home, let alone both. And they had decided to order out and eat dinner together since everyone was present. Although she was young, Sherry possessed a keen memory and remembered her father mentioning that an old collage friend of his named Lipsky had been made a fool of by a teenage girl, in his own words, 'another of those globe trotting vigilante types who help people all the time fight against the so called super-villains, for free, none the less!'

Though she didn't see why her father seemed so negative about it, she thought that it may be worth a shot. After all, those awful Umbrella people were villains, and they needed all the help they could get, and this, what was her name? How could she forget at a time like this? It didn't seem possible...

'That's it!' She thought triumphantly, 'Kim Possible, that's her name!' Sherry suddenly seemed almost giddy at the prospect of having another person on the team to help look for Claire, she had to tell Leon and Barry about her idea, she jumped from her bed and left the room to tell the boys.

When she left her room she had meant to tell the guys, but she stopped when she reached the living room of the small house. Barry was asleep and snoring gently on his chair at the table in the corner, his well oiled and loaded Colt slid into a shoulder rig, a list of phone numbers with no names and a pad and pen laying on the table in front of him.

Leon sat leaned back in his chair mumbling in his hasty slumber, a still smoldering cigarette joining a collection of it's depleted brethren in a hexagonal glass ashtray next to the IBM.

'They deserve their sleep too,' thought Sherry as she went over to the idling PC. After a quick Google search, she found the site she was looking for and began to write her cry for assistance.

'Done,' she thought as she sent off her email. 'I just hope she can help.' After she turned off the computer and returned the notepad to it's proper location next to Barry, she returned to her room, flicked off the lights, and muttered a silent prayer for Claire to come home soon.

Though sleep found the young girl that night, the memories of five months earlier would cloud her dreams. Little did she Know, that her dreams (at least in Claire's case) were a prelude of things to come...

The girl who could do anything and her partner were at her locker when the call came in. It was actually pleasant that day (which is saying a lot for a Colorado March) with the winter's frozen by products beginning the slush off in light of springs approach.

The spring break was going to be good for Ron Stoppable, he had plans with Shego for the vast majority of it, and time with his best friend in between. He had a good feeling about it so far; he'd even gone as far as to make sure not to annoy Mr. Barkin that day to avoid detention and more importantly, extra homework, which would be like adding sand to a beach (at least in his opinion) considering how much was already on the young man's plate.

Kim Possible on the other hand wasn't as fortunate, at least in one way. Ever since the 'Mankey incident' as she called it, she hadn't had much luck in the love department. And her chaotic schedule compounded matters. True, she had plenty to do over her break, she just wished she had some one to spend it with, in a more... romantic type of way. Not the she was looking for passion, just a nice guy to spend time with. 'Who isn't dating my arch foe,' Kim thought just a bit upset.

It was still awkward to see Ron with Shego, (one of her other reasons for wanting a man) and it still amazed her that they clicked so well, but she was happy to have her thoughts on the upcoming week interrupted by her locker-mounted LCD screen. 'I hope it's a mission, I could use a chance to vent,' she mused happily.

"What's the sitch Wade?" Kim stated with a hint of excitement in her voice.

"Yeah Wade, what's up," Ron said with more disdain. The first five minutes of spring break and a mission comes up already. 'Dammit I had plans tonight, with a certain bon digity green hottie.' He thought.

"Guys, we had an urgent hit on the site a little bit ago," the young man answered, seeming oblivious to their respective attitudes. "There's been a kidnapping, someone took a little girl's mother."

"That's awful Wade, any clue why?" Kim responded.

"That's the thing, All the girl said is that she was taken by some evil men, and she sent the coordinates, nothing else followed." Wade finished, with a look of deep thought etched on his face.

"KP..."

"You thinking trap too, Ron?" Kim deadpanned.

"Well, our 'friends' in the evil villainy gig have tried more creative things before." Ron concluded with a hand on his chin in a thoughtful gesture.

"Good point, Wade, you validate this yet?"

"Of coarse" Wade said with a hint of curiosity in his voice, "but... when I tried to back hack the signal, it ended somewhere in France, they must be using a random I.P. address. Your call, Kim."

"I don't wanna risk someones safety in case it isn't a trap," Kim responded thoughtfully, "I think we can handle another trap if it comes down to it, your thoughts Ron?"

Ron considered all the options for a second, cocking his head to the side and looking as focused as he could, if for no other reason than to appear to give it deep thought. "I say plan A is a go, but just in case, keep GJ on speed dial." 'Good moves Stoppable,' Ron thought, 'I didn't look like a total buffoon for once, maybe I am starting to mature or whatever...'

Unfortunately, Ron chose to lean against a freshly polished row of lockers as he finished his statement, causing his hand to slide off, thusly, allowing him to eat floor.

"Oh my god, Ron, are you okay?" Kim asked as she looked him over for damage.

"I'm cool KP, my pride took a little spill is all." Ron said managing some cheerfulness, despite the pain in his jaw.

"Okay then," Kim said a bit uneasily, and then turned her attention back to the matter at hand "Wade, where are we headed?"

"A privately owned island due east of Brazil." Kim looked as though she were about to say something so Wade raised his hand in a halting gesture, " I already checked out ownership, and it isn't any one we know. According to records, the island is awaiting development as a resort spot."

"A resort island?" Ron asked with an eyebrow raised, "like Club Med or something?"

"I guess," Wade answered, punctuating his response with a slurp of soda, "It was being developed by a German holding firm, but the funding fell through and it's kind of been in limbo ever since."

Kim nodded, "sounds like a good place for a trap, ride status?"

Wade suddenly looked a bit uneasy, "two parter, and your connecting flight is out of um... ah... Chicago so uh..."

"Look out for B3S'' both Kim and Ron concluded at once.

"Jinx!"

"Dammit KP, can't I win just once," Ron pouted.

"Not likely" Kim smiled back at him with a touch of triumph.

"Well, anyway, Bauman and Stivers probably won't spot us if we're just passing through, besides, they said they like us, right?" Ron added with a bit of hesitation on that last bit.

"I guess, they just have a weird way of showing it." Kim said, adding under her breath,"as weird as anything else they do..."

"Hello? Earth to Kim and Ron?" Wade chipped in to knock the two from their revelry.

"Right, you rock Wade, as per usual." Kim responded with genuine thanks, Ron for his part gave a goofy smile and a thumbs up before the young man disappeared from the monitor.

"Now then, shall we get going?" Ron asked with a bit more impatience than Kim was used to getting from someone of his sunny disposition.

"Hot date tonight or something Ron?" Kim asked with an arch of an auburn eyebrow.

"Well, actually..."

Wade just sighed after breaking the connection with Team Possible, time to send another action report to the boss...

Wade had been 'recruited' to share the teams movements with an outside source several months ago, although Wade used the term 'recruit' loosely. Although he had been in the wrong about hacking that encrypted server under US jurisdiction in Japan, anyone but his unofficial handler would agree that having the FBI 's own HRT(1) smash though the front door of his home, and drag him off to some undisclosed location to chat with a spook via com link was a tad bit much.

Ever since then, he'd been sending Sgt. Evans a steady stream of information on Team Possibles operations ever since, and although Wade would certainly never feel good about it, he did thank whichever deity watched over the world that he was caught by someone who had enough morality and restraint to just threaten him with jail time, instead of hand him off to someone for torture, termination or 're-education'.

As far as Wade was concerned, the good thing that came out of that whole 'sitch' as Kim would have put it, is that it humbled him a bit. No longer was Wade under the delusion that most hackers suffer from, namely, believing that he was the best. As an unintended result, Wade's caution and security protocol increased dramatically, and his level of assessment in terms of risk also got a swift kick into high gear. So his skill actually benefited from the incident.

But that still didn't mean he had to like it.

Pulling himself from his thoughts, he quickly pulled together an email and sent it off to the boss.

"Midway International on Cicero, please and thank you."

"No problem miss."

Kim and Ron sat back and began to focus on mission details as the cabbie sped through downtown Chicago. A lot of people didn't seem to know O'Hare wasn't the only international airport in the Chicago land area. So, for the sake of avoiding the odd journalist, and anyone else who may show an interest in their whereabouts; (Not to mention Midway was where the cargo service that owed them worked from) So Wade booked their flight from there.

"So we have to -gulp- HALO(2) from the jet?" Ron asked obviously a bit uneasy with the idea.

"We don't have much of on option Ron, besides, what do you hate so much about it? It's just free fall until the chute kicks in." Kim stated with an ever so slight shrug of her shoulders.

"Yeah, you just answered your own question KP." Ron said distracted. He suddenly had a feeling that something bad was about to happen.

GJ was absolutely correct about the Ron Factor. In addition, aside from the essence of chaos embodied in the young man, he had instincts that would have made him fit in well with Special Forces Operators and (true enough in his case) Ninjas. So when Ron felt a prickle on the back of his neck, he stopped and listened real close.

"Ron, what's..."

!!BASH!!

There was a sudden shriek of steel on steel as a light Grey 944 Porsche squeezed through traffic with the clear intention of escaping something. But before Kim or Ron could draw the conclusion on who exactly they were running from, the answer presented itself in the usual fashion (at least usual for the pursuers) as a clatter of familiar belt fed weapons fire pierced the already loud din.

"Just keep your head down, maybe they won't notice us." Kim muttered while holding both of them on the floor of the cab, as the cab driver straightened his cap and placed both hands on the wheel.

Thinking quickly, Kim held up and activated the snake-like peep camera on her Kimmunicator and placed it on the edge of the car's door panel at the window, and just made a disapproving noise as witnessed the scene outside via camera.

A black Ford E350 van passed by at speeds that were more reminiscent of a Mustang, the driver being a blond man at about 5' 10" and wearing a tan three piece suit with the jacket removed, sporting a smirk and bringing up a zippo to light a cigarette.

Kim just Snorted, 'that's Andrew alright', Kim thought. Then her musings were broken by another chatter of fire and her attention was drawn back to the far more antisocial and homicidal of the two.

A taller man with scraggly raven hair and wire glasses,he was clad in a sleeveless white tee shirt and grease stained jeans. He had a twinkle in his eye and a wild grin as he peppered the 944 with an M240 MAG belt fed .30 cal. Machine Gun.

"And that would be Chris." Ron chimed in, looking away from the floor after Kim finally shifted her knee off of his back.

Laying low for a few more minutes, until the van pulled away, and both teens took a sigh of relief.

"You okay?" Ron asked with a smirk

"Still in one piece." Kim replied with a touch of satisfaction.

Both teammates where then thrown forward as the cab careened to a stop in front of the main terminal of Midway International Airport.

"Here's your stop kids." The cabbie said without turning around to meet their glances.

"Thanks," both teens replied at once.

"Jinx!! Ha Ha!! Victory at last!" Ron shouted sticking both hands in the air.

"Yeah yeah." Kim muttered dejectedly, but secretly hid a smile. 'I think he deserves to have one.' Just then, another thought occurred to her, 'I just hope that Shego deserves what she got,' glancing at her friend doing a mini victory dance beside her.

A few hours later, aboard TRUair Cargo flight 76 to Capetown, Kim and Ron were going over the final mission prep.

"You Okay, Ron?" Kim asked, sensing her long time friend was feeling a little tense about something other than the upcoming jump.

Ron let out a breath and sighed, "just worried about Rufus is all." He replied with a touch of worry.

Ron's aforementioned little buddy was in Shego's care at the moment, (one of Kim's reasons for going so easy on Shego lately, considering that Ron was willing to trust her with his other best friend in the world) and from what Kim had heard She had been taking excellent care of the little fella.

According to Rufus's Vet, he had a rare variation of the common cold that only seemed to effect members of the rodent family. It was nothing serious really, but it did prevent him for going on missions until he recovered.

Call it loneliness, superstition or what have you, but Ron had a feeling that Rufus's absence was a bad omen. Granted Rufus was always Team Possibles wild card, Kim couldn't help but agree, it did seem wrong when he was wasn't stowing away in Ron's pants pocket, but she was sure that they could handle his lack of presence for a little while.

"Don't worry Ron," Kim stated with concern in her eyes, "he's a fighter, he'll pull through."

"I know KP, I'm just worried about him is all." Ron said with just a touch of a smile. 'and here I'm supposed to be the one who cheers her up,' he thought. 'Whoever gets her is one lucky SOB.'

Both teammates smiled inwardly as they put on their game faces and prepared for final approach on the island.

Leon awoke drenched in sweat as sat at the desk in the safe house outside of Paris. If it hadn't been for his total exhaustion from worry, he wouldn't have been able to sleep at all.

Barry was still snoring gently over the table covered in hand scribbled notes, and considering Sherry wasn't beboping about, Leon assumed he was the first one up.

Taking mental stock of the situation, Leon was less than pleased.

Ark was still still concocting a report on that undisclosed Umbrella Facility in the North Atlantic, but he still hadn't reported in. Leon knew he should be more worried about his friend, but he had more pressing matters to attend to, plus, as goofy as he seemed at times, he could be pretty lethal. Mr. Thompson's time in the Gulf proved that, if nothing else.

Jill and the rest of the team weren't due in for a few more days. The last they knew, her and that merc were supposed to rendezvous with Rebecca's team in upstate New York and precede to Spain and up to France to avoid suspicion.

And then there was Chris...

No one was really sure where Chris was. Everyone was fairly certain that he was alive, but he seemed to take what Umbrella did even more personally than his teammates did.

Jill was the last one to see him, he left alone, a week before Barry left to get his family to safety. Jill told everyone he left a note; all he mentioned was that he had to do some reconnaissance alone, and that he would reconnect with the team in as soon as possible. And also to assure everyone that he would be fine and to try not to worry. That was seven months ago.

Chris managed to get them an email about three months back just to assure the crew he was still alive, he said he made a number of contacts and had begun to slowly slog his way through a corporate security net that was UNBELIEVEABLE in scale.

Claire had began to worry about her older brother and only living relative, and managed to work up Barry and himself in the process. Which lead to the events of the day before last. If only...

"No Leon, don't go down that road twice." Leon said aloud to himself with a shake of his head. He was about to make a pot of coffee and rouse Barry, when something caught his eye.

His PC was off. He remembered falling asleep in the middle of double checking some back up files and in such a scenario the computer would at least be idling, but it was off. Reaching over to feel the left rear side of the case, he figured out rather quickly that it had been off for sometime.

Leon had good instincts, and like any good cop (in his case, ex cop) he tended to follow up on his hunches. Booting up his desktop and logging in, he began to check over his files and had just about satisfied his gut's curiosity when he realized that someone used his browser.

Quickly going through the history he pulled up a certain website that he could have gone without seeing.

"Oh no," He muttered with eyes wide, Leon of course knew of Ms. Possible and her Partner, and knew that those two had survived a lot of things they shouldn't have. He also seen the type of immoral and psychopathic behavior executed by Umbrella before,

"Oh dear God in Heaven they're walking into a death trap." Leon murmured, wearing the same look he had been sporting for the past several moments, while pondering an all new disturbing question:

'How fast can we get Claire and those two out of there before Umbrella turns them all into genetic byproducts?'

As Leon ran to shake Barry from his slumber, and to figure out why either he or Sherry decided to call Team Possible (and his money was on the latter of the two making the call) he was blissfully unaware that the situation on Rockfort Island had deteriorated to such a degree, that the incompetent guards and egotistical madmen were the least of either Claire's or Team Possibles worries right now...

HRT: Hostage Rescue Team, essentially a SWAT / Counter Terrorism unit belonging to the FBI.

HALO: High Altitude Low Opening, a method of parachuting that requires oxygen and specialized equipment, for exiting an aircraft at a height in excess of 20,000 feet.