Here's a story I've been playing with for some time, it gives my view on Will Du. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: Kim Possible and related are the property of Disney which, contrary to common belief, I do not own.
Special thanks goes to Kwebs for beta reading.
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Will's side
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Chapter 1: A broken record
Will Du, number one agent of Global Justice, walked confidently out of the training room. Another personal record broken, and once again easily scoring far above all the other GJ agents.
With a self-satisfied smile Agent Du looked at the electronic board that gave the scores after each training; his name was on all the top ten list entries, scoring between 500.000 point and now, with his new personal best, 1.002.578.
Will was proud of himself that he had finally exceeded one million points. In order to get such a score he had to use a higher training level than he had ever used before; the, amongst most GJ agents dreaded, level 9. As far as Will knew, he was the only member of Global Justice to have completed a full 15-minute session on level 9. Even Dr. Director, who was no rookie herself, had never lasted more than 10 minutes.
Level 9 had proven to be a lot more challenging than all the training levels before combined; there had not only been the usual stunning lasers and fast moving steel beams, there had also been a spinning top of doom. Even with the safety settings on, it had almost killed Will.
Will ordered the computer to make a printout of the top ten list, another thing that he could hang in his office that proved that he was the best of the best.
As he waited for the printed to process the task, two of the computer technicians walked in.
"Don't mind us," one of them said, "just combining some data."
"What do you mean?" Will asked suspiciously.
"Dr. Director has decided to combine the training room scores of the regular Global Justice agents with those of the freelance agents," the other technician explained, "she said it will improve healthy competition and therefore also improve achievements."
"Whatever," Will sat down in one of the chairs in the room, "just don't take too long, I'm waiting for a printout of the top ten results."
"Oh… uhm, that will probably be cancelled, we'll send a new print order after we finished."
After a couple of minutes, the technicians had finished entering the data.
"Alright, we're done here. The printout should be ready any moment." Seeing Agent Du's complete disinterest in them, the technicians shrugged and walked away.
"Sometimes Dr. Director has some strange ideas," Will mumbled to himself, "Ah well, it will probably good for the rookies to have a little challenge from the freelancers."
The printer beeped and Will walked to it to receive his list. He took a quick glance at the list… Then took a better look… then looked again one more time…
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"What is this?" Will demanded after he had caught up with the technicians, "are trying to pull some kind of twisted joke?"
"What do you mean?" the lead technician asked confused.
"I mean this!" Will snapped as he showed them the list.
"I'd say it's a freelance agent getting some pretty high scores," the technician replied, "Kim Possible is a freelancer, right?" but Will had stormed off already.
"Try drinking more tea," the other technician called after the quickly disappearing agent, "it's a good stress releaser."
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"What is this?" Will demanded when he barged into Dr. Director's office.
"Please do come in," Betty Director remarked as she set down a stack of reports, "what is what Will?"
"This!" Will snapped as she showed Dr. Director the now crumpled piece of paper.
Betty took the piece of paper from her number one agent and folded it out, "it seems this is a top ten score list of the training room."
"I know that," Will growled, "I mean, what is up with these scores? I know you're going easy on the freelance agents to encourage them to train here, but I don't think it is fair to compare them with regular agents scores without using the same scoring system."
Dr. Director glared sharply at Will, "I've never went any easier on the freelance agents than on the regulars, the scores are equally weighed."
"That is impossible," Will stated, "you actually want me to believe that Miss Possible, an amateur if I may say so, achieves this kinds of scores at training level 7 or 8? She must be at it for hours to even get close to these numbers."
"As a matter of fact, Kim has been reported to train for a sustained one and a half hour at training level 8, not to mention 45 minutes at level nine," Dr. Director said sharply, "but the scores that you see on this list she got by training at level 10 and 11."
Will Du was silent for a moment, "that's impossible," he finally said.
"Check her name," Betty grinned, "and besides, training at level eleven is the only way to score above 10 million."
Will looked at the list again, and true to what Dr. Director has said, the top three scores: 10.020.997, 11.143.534 and 12.001.099 all had (11) behind the score bar.
"This can't be," Will looked deflated, "even level 9 is practically lethal."
"I told Miss Possible that," Betty returned the list to Will, "but she said it was 'no big' and that she had faced worse every time she had a sitch with the Seniors. Her partner, Ron Stoppable, agreed with that and he too has trained at level 10, though only for a very short while."
"Then why isn't he on the list?" Will sneered.
"Like I said, he was there only for a very short while." Betty chuckled, "he panicked and his 'Ron factor' kicked in. the laser blasted half the wall away and he ran out, the technicians are still figuring out how the safety on the lasers could have allowed the lasers to fire on the walls."
"Wait," Will interrupted, "you mean at level ten and above, lethal weapons are used?"
"Kind of," Betty looked uncomfortable, "there are still safeties to prevent lethal injuries, but as the levels increase the safeties become less reliable."
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During the next week, Will Du was in a very foul mood. The fact that he had loads and loads of paperwork to process didn't help either.
When he had tried a practice round at level ten, he lasted less than a minute and was still nearly killed. Without the safeties on the lasers the minor burns he now had could have been a lot worse.
He had pulled some data from Kim's top scores and was looking it over during lunch. Apparently Kim had not only lasted a full fifteen minute session at level 11, she also managed an extended session of 20 minutes in which she had been able to disable over three quarter of the weapons that were used against her.
"Pretty impressive huh?" one of the junior agents had joined him at the table uninvited and looked at the scores that were displayed on the papers.
"Yes, I bet she is very smug about it," Will growled, "could you mind your own business?"
"I don't know if she even knows these trainings are rated," the junior agents told, "I've never seen her look up her scores."
"You mean you watch her train in there?" Will sneered.
"Well, yeah," the young agent looked confused, "we all do. Every time she is here, Kim gives us pointers on our training and helps us improving. Her own training she does mainly for fun if the expression on her face afterwards is any indication."
"That's Miss Possible for you," Will scolded, "and what do you mean, for fun?"
"She told us to call her Kim," the agent explained, "and I think she likes the adrenaline rush. And she's right, it is cool."
"Having an adrenaline rush during a real mission is dangerous," Will lectured, "it gets you sidetracked, overconfident and prone to mistakes."
"Kim has warned us about that," the young agent defended his hero, "but she also said that if you don't let it control you, it will give a great advantage. During some sparring sessions she taught us how to use an adrenaline rush in your advantage."
"She's doing sparring sessions with them?" Will thought disgusted, though he never showed it on his face, "what could it possibly gain her?" Will Du had only done sparring session with the junior staff when it had been demanded of him, and he always tried to get it over with as quickly as possible, not wanting to waste his time on rookies he was obviously superior to.
"Enjoy your lunch, I have more important things to do," Will stood up and left, leaving the confused junior agent.
"Was it something I said?" The agent shrugged, Will Du was the number one agent, he would surely be professional and not let other's high scores influence him.
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A/N: I hope you liked it so far, please R&R.