Immortal Friendship
Book I: Escort Duty
Prologue
The phone rang for a third time, and Ron Stoppable glared at it from his bed, refusing to get up and answer it. After all, at 6:00 am, it couldn't possibly be for him.
It stopped ringing. Either someone else had picked it up, or the caller was tired of waiting.
"Ronny," his mom called from downstairs, "it's for you."
"For me?" he squeaked.
"Yes. It sounds important."
"I'll, ah, get it in a second," he yelled, pulling himself out of bed and reaching for the phone. "Yellow."
"Ronald?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yip."
"I'm Richard Melbourne with the CIA, and I need to speak with you face to face. We'll have an Air Force jet up there to meet you in about an hour."
"Uh, what about? I mean, why?"
"Can't talk over an unsecured line. But pack for a long trip, this could take a while."
"OK, I'll be there in an hour, have you called Kim yet or do I need to?"
"No, she will not be joining you. Her services will not be needed."
"Not needed?" Ron stammered, "We're a team, we don't do things separately. We are like ketchup and peas."
"I don't quite follow your analogy son, but it doesn't matter. Kim isn't coming, and you are. I'm sorry if it's not what you're used to, but it is very important that we do things how I say. Do you understand?"
"I think so, but I'll need to let her know where I'm going to be if she-"
"No, she can take care of herself, and you don't need to tell her anything." With that, the line went dead. Ron frowned, trying to figure out what had just transpired. Who was this guy? And why did he want just him? He decided he had to call Kim and let her know what was going on.
He kept his brand new video cell phone (a "Communicator without the gadgets" he called it) next to the phone at night, and he was glad it was still there. Rufus had a nasty habit of playing hide and seek with it. He grabbed the device and punched in Kim's number.
"Hey, Ron," Kim Possible answered, obviously a bit tired herself, "it's a bit early for you, isn't it? What's the sitch?"
"I don't know, KP. I just got a call from some dude with the CIA, and he said an Air Force jet is going to meet me at the airport in an hour."
"Ok, I'll be there, any other infor-"
"KP, that's the weird thing," Ron interrupted, "it's not us, just me."
"Are you kidding... what kinda nutcase would-"
"HEY!"
"I'm sorry, Ron... that was mean... true but mean. Seriously, Ron, are you sure about this?"
"I've done things without you before KP... and it hasn't always turned out bad."
"Thanks to your dumb luck."
"Dumb skill," Ron corrected. "Don't worry. It's just a one time deal. I'll be back."
"I hope you know what you're doing..."
"Don't I always?"
Book I: Escort Duty
Prologue
The phone rang for a third time, and Ron Stoppable glared at it from his bed, refusing to get up and answer it. After all, at 6:00 am, it couldn't possibly be for him.
It stopped ringing. Either someone else had picked it up, or the caller was tired of waiting.
"Ronny," his mom called from downstairs, "it's for you."
"For me?" he squeaked.
"Yes. It sounds important."
"I'll, ah, get it in a second," he yelled, pulling himself out of bed and reaching for the phone. "Yellow."
"Ronald?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"Yip."
"I'm Richard Melbourne with the CIA, and I need to speak with you face to face. We'll have an Air Force jet up there to meet you in about an hour."
"Uh, what about? I mean, why?"
"Can't talk over an unsecured line. But pack for a long trip, this could take a while."
"OK, I'll be there in an hour, have you called Kim yet or do I need to?"
"No, she will not be joining you. Her services will not be needed."
"Not needed?" Ron stammered, "We're a team, we don't do things separately. We are like ketchup and peas."
"I don't quite follow your analogy son, but it doesn't matter. Kim isn't coming, and you are. I'm sorry if it's not what you're used to, but it is very important that we do things how I say. Do you understand?"
"I think so, but I'll need to let her know where I'm going to be if she-"
"No, she can take care of herself, and you don't need to tell her anything." With that, the line went dead. Ron frowned, trying to figure out what had just transpired. Who was this guy? And why did he want just him? He decided he had to call Kim and let her know what was going on.
He kept his brand new video cell phone (a "Communicator without the gadgets" he called it) next to the phone at night, and he was glad it was still there. Rufus had a nasty habit of playing hide and seek with it. He grabbed the device and punched in Kim's number.
"Hey, Ron," Kim Possible answered, obviously a bit tired herself, "it's a bit early for you, isn't it? What's the sitch?"
"I don't know, KP. I just got a call from some dude with the CIA, and he said an Air Force jet is going to meet me at the airport in an hour."
"Ok, I'll be there, any other infor-"
"KP, that's the weird thing," Ron interrupted, "it's not us, just me."
"Are you kidding... what kinda nutcase would-"
"HEY!"
"I'm sorry, Ron... that was mean... true but mean. Seriously, Ron, are you sure about this?"
"I've done things without you before KP... and it hasn't always turned out bad."
"Thanks to your dumb luck."
"Dumb skill," Ron corrected. "Don't worry. It's just a one time deal. I'll be back."
"I hope you know what you're doing..."
"Don't I always?"