Prologue: Escaping the Isle of V.I.L.E.
A fifteen-year-old girl with auburn hair, blue eyes, a straight, small nose, a fit but curvy figure, pale skin, and full lips laid down on her bed, waiting for her opportune moment. She knew that the Bookkeeper, Cookie Booker, always comes to the Isle of V.I.L.E. to assess and check on the funds for the organization. Suddenly, the speakers in the room rang out with Professor Maelstrom's baritone voice.
"Attention Cleaners and Personnel staff, our Bookkeeper has arrived. Please escort her to the Server Room," his voice echoed the small room until the speakers turned off. Her eyes opened alight with determination and conviction. After seeing her crush, Crackle, almost take the life of that archaeologist in Morocco, (and her preventing it from happening) she found out what V.I.L.E. truly means. Her world came crashing down and crushed beyond repair. Everything that she's ever known by the time she was five was a lie. Now, she has a purpose; a mission: to bring down V.I.L.E. once and for all. She got up, heading directly to the bathroom to shower and change into her outfit.
In five minutes, she's dressed in her stealth suit, black gloves, bracers, and sneakers, ready to put her plan into motion. On the table near her bunk, she spots the Russian nesting doll sitting on top. Staring at one of her most valuable possessions, she hesitated. In a split second, the girl picks it up and places it inside a pocket on the side of her pants.
"Travel light," she reminded herself. What she left behind in the drawer was a sketchbook. On the cover, there were stamps from every country in the world, courtesy of her revolving door of nannies. On the first page when opened, was a simple picture taped right in the middle. A red-headed woman with the same blue eyes and a brown-haired man with brown eyes, smiling in the photograph, holding an auburn-haired, blue-eyed, five-year-old toddler: the girl's birth parents. Inscribed below the picture was to the name, Katrina Marie Possible, with a quote that said, "Anything's possible for a Possible."
Running down the halls of the Academy, the girl snuck a glance inside the library where she eavesdropped on Professor Maelstrom and Dr. Bellum's conversation about the phone the Cleaners confiscated...her phone. She kept an eye out as to where they're keeping her device.
"It confounds me that a device registered to our mainland bookkeeping department ever wound up in Black Sheep's possession to begin with," commented Professor Maelstrom. He looked every bit of an insane, sociopathic, manipulative, bastard. White hair that reaches to his neck with a bald spot on top, sharp cold, gray eyes, and a slim figure. Pale, almost white skin, a crooked nose that tied the menacing look (which worked), and black clothing from head to toe. A devious grin enhanced his skeletal face, which - to be honest - made him look extra creepy. Hearing the footsteps coming towards the door, Black Sheep jumped up before they could catch her.
"It confounds me that Black Sheep never submitted the stolen property for extra credit," replied Dr. Bellum. The woman was the perfect example of a psychotic bitch. Go to the dictionary, look up the word, 'mad scientist,' and her picture will be right below the explanation. She is of Indian descent, possibly Mumbai. Giant science goggles framed and covered her eyes; tan skin like caramel, and a maniacal grin plastered on her oval face, gave her the reputation of 'Dr. Frankenstein.' Part of her head is shaved off, and a few clumps of hair dyed white. Wearing a bulky lab coat with a long-sleeved black shirt, small white leather gloves on her dainty hands, black pants, and black boots, these two were - probably - the genuinely evil minds of V.I.L.E. They left the room and turned a corner; there was nothing but silence throughout the entire hall.
Checking that the coast is clear, the teenager, known as 'Black Sheep,' jumps down from the ceiling. She enters the classroom and begins picking the lock on the drawer where they kept her phone. Quickly, Black Sheep opens the drawer, pulls out her phone, and calls the last number on file, which was Player. Putting an earbud to be able to hear and talk to him as well, Black Sheep listens to the line ringing while waiting for Player to answer.
"Guten tag. Strudelhaus of Düsseldorf. Can I help you?" joked Player. However, Black Sheep thought it was something different.
Black Sheep stammers out, "Yeah, I was looking for…" Before she could finish, his voice called out to calm her down.
"It's me. I'm screening," Player said.
"Player," Black Sheep exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Where have you been?" he asked, happy to hear his friend's voice. "Strange people have been answering your phone."
"It's not mine. I stole it," Black Sheep replied.
"So you're a shoplifter? And you haven't called me all summer long because you've been in jail," Player surmised.
Black Sheep took a deep breath, ready to tell him the truth.
"Player, remember when you told me that you used your wicked skills for good?"
"The White Hat Hackers' Code."
"What would you say if I told you I had wicked skills, too," she said. "...from being raised in a school for thieves?" With that, Player was rendered speechless.
"I'd say that would explain a lot." Suddenly, the click of heels came closer and closer to the library. Suddenly, the part of her escape plan came right on time.
"Don't go anywhere." Silently, she climbed up the air vent, and closed the grate, watching the bookkeeper step inside. The shadow of the Bookkeeper came closer and closer to the desk until she places two black boxes with the V.I.L.E. symbol on the surface. The box has the numbers '1' and '2' engraved on each box. Hearing her step out, she says, "Player, I'm staring at two hard drives containing data that could fuel a criminal empire for the next two years. This may be my only shot at securing it," she whispered.
"Then use those wicked skills already," he encouraged her. A smirk appeared on her face as she moved the grate out of the way so that she can peek at the room. The Bookkeeper was hanging her coat, hat, and bag near the closet on the other side of the small library. She jumped down, thanking God that Russian doll didn't make so much noise. She rushed to the other side of the room, while Ms. Booker, looked around to see where that noise came from. Creeping around, Black Sheep spots the hard drives on the desk, reaching out for them, when Professor Maelstrom's voice called out on the speaker.
"Booker, what is keeping you?" The clack of her heels came closer, which caused Black Sheep to hide under the desk to avoid getting caught. "We are anxiously awaiting the upload!" She came over to press the button on the desk speaker. Black Sheep hid further inside the desk, waiting for her to leave.
"Have you ever heard of weather, Gunnar? I had to hang my wet things!" Peeking her head, Black Sheep saw Ms. Booker carrying the two hard drives away from the room, ready to upload the information to their system.
"Gah! Missed it!" she whispered to Player. She got off from the ground, headed out of the room to follow the bookkeeper to the server room.
Stalking the bookkeeper, she whispered in the earpiece to Player. "If anyone sees me take it, I'll never make it off this island. I need to avoid detection at all costs." Unfortunately, her cover was about to be blown by one of the graduated recruits that never spoke a word. It was there that she freaked out (by mentally slapping herself).
"Ah, crud!" She straightened up to face her former roommate with a smile. "Mimosa Bombosa. What are you up to?"
Mimosa Bombosa, or 'Mime Bomb' as everyone called him, never said a word, so they have no idea of his real name or where he came from. He had the same auburn hair color; his face was painted to mimic a mime. He wore a black-and-gray striped shirt, black pants and shoes, white gloves, and a black beret.
He pointed at himself and began miming out what he was doing, standing in the hallway of the Academy, knowing that he's graduated already.
Black Sheep, who loved his charades game, figured out what he was doing.
"'Stopping to smell the roses?'" He touched his nose, saying - in his weird way - that she got it right.
"This is the most one-sided conversation I've ever heard," remarked Player.
"Shh! Quiet!" Mime Bomb looks confused and points at himself. "No, not you. Duh," she assured him. Black Sheep gave an awkward wave goodbye. "Okay. Happy gardening." Then, she turned around, not looking back. But, still had to calm Player down.
"All good. It was just some creepy mime who hangs around campus watching everything," she told him. That's when the proverbial anvil dropped. "...and everyone. Because he's a spy and a snitch," Black Sheep grits out; From the corner of her eye, she sees Mime Bomb observing her.
She gasps, turns around, running towards him, ready to attack. "Nobody likes a tattletale!" Running at high speed, she heads straight for him. Mime Bomb mimics him running, but Black Sheep tackles him like a Linebacker in a football game. Wrestling him to the ground, she drags him to the Janitor's closet. Opening the door, she shoves Mime Bomb inside and slams the door shut. Then, she remembered there were toolboxes on the shelves. She opens the door, grabs both of them, and says, "And don't even think about picking the lock." Glaring the scariest glare Black Sheep could produce, she takes her prize and slams the door in his face again, while he stares, dejectedly, at his little prison.
Running with her two toolboxes, she sees Ms. Booker about to open the door to the Server Room. From there, she put her plan into action. Ms. Booker places a keycard to a sensor, wondering how she's going to accomplish this.
"Keycard-activated elevator. If she makes it to the server room, she'll upload the data," informed Black Sheep.
"So, you can't let her see you take the drives. But if that elevator leaves without you, game over," interjects Player, informing her of the enormous risk she's taking. She sees the elevator arrive and Ms. Booker entering it.
"Gotta think fast." Without hesitation, Black Sheep runs straight to the elevator, preparing for her play. As the doors were closing, she threw one of the toolboxes in the gap of the doors, which halted the process. Ms. Booker gasps at the pause and spots the same girl who'd throw water balloons at the boat driver, every year.
"Oh, so sorry about the scare, ma'am," Black Sheep told her innocently. "I'm an IT Trainee, and it's imperative that I check the server room pronto for, um, loose cables." For a while, Ms. Booker didn't say anything. The elevator closes the doors shut as it heads down to the server room.
"My, you've grown," she replied with a calculating eye. Cookie Booker was the organization's accountant. She has graying hair, pink glasses, thin red lips, flawless peach-colored skin, a straight nose, and a mole on the bottom of her eye. Strong, teal eyes that are calculating but observant (to a degree) on everything and everyone. Today, she's wearing a navy blue pantsuit with a white shirt underneath and a giant yellow bow. Red heels cover her feet but add to the imposing figure as well as enhance her intimidating presence. A soft, maroon belt synched the whole look together, that gave Ms. Booker of a stylish, sophisticated woman of importance.
"Yes, I have." The stare of the Bookkeeper was making her uncomfortable, but carried on, not letting her see that she's nervous. "And, um, with age comes maturity, which is why I was so anxious to catch you, Ms. Booker, so we could talk somewhere private. I-I just wanted to let you know how super ashamed I am of all the really dumb pranks I've pulled on you over the years. I apologize."
Ms. Booker lifted an eyebrow as she began to speak. "I wondered about the absence of a water balloon attack tonight. First time in quite a few years."
All Black Sheep could do was smile awkwardly and shrug her shoulders.
"I'll blame your unusual upbringing. One can't be expected to behave honorably when raised among thieves, after all," she said.
"Shake on it, Ms. Booker?" Black Sheep offered her hand as a truce.
"Call me 'Cookie,'" she insisted. Cookie Booker shook the girl's hand in greeting and a form of truce. Black Sheep genuinely smiled at the Bookkeeper. Soon enough, the elevator stops at the ground floor of the Server Room. Cookie steps out first, ready to do her job. Within the blink of an eye, Black Sheep used the old 'Bait and Switch' to transfer the toolboxes for the hard drives. As the Bookkeeper exits out the door, she stops to give one last piece of advice to the thief-in-training.
"Young lady, you seem like a smart cookie. If you wish to walk in my shoes someday, set your sights higher than pulling pranks or picking pockets. White-collar crime is where the real money is," divulged Cookie on her years of experience.
"Thank you for the career advice. I will take it to heart," answered Black Sheep. Her hands were behind her back as the elevator doors were closing.
"Arrivederci," Cookie said. The doors closed once and for all. Black Sheep had the databanks while Ms. Booker had the toolboxes; she knew it was a matter of time before the alarm rang out throughout the entire school and island. While Black Sheep was headed back upstairs, Ms. Booker walked to the giant server computer, while rolling her eyes at the young lady.
"Children," she muttered with annoyance and irritation. As she placed both boxes in their slots, they didn't do anything. She kept pulling out and placing them back in their places, with a look of confusion present on her face. "Huh? Whatever can be the problem..?" she commented softly. As she pulled out the drive, she saw it wasn't the V.I.L.E. hard drives, but toolboxes from the janitor's closet.
"Bait and Switch!" She walked over to the central consul and pushed the giant red button that the entire island is now on lockdown because the girl has possession of the drives. Now, the real game begins.
As the alarms blared out, the doors open and the entire place got bathed in red light. Holding both drives with one hand, she placed the earbud back in her ear to see if Player had any ideas of escape.
"Code Red, they're onto me. Player? Hello?" She speaks into the mouthpiece but hears nothing. "Ugh! Signals are jammed," she runs with both drives, ready to escape. In another part of the facility, Professor Maelstrom observed the entire place until he saw Dr. Bellum come from around the corner.
"Dr. Bellum, care to pinpoint the origin of the Code Red?" he asks, withholding back his anger on the security breach. Dr. Bellum has a smartphone as she rapidly finds the leak.
"The Server Room." Both looked up, knew it had something to do with the Bookkeeper. They immediately tracked down to scream at Ms. Booker for her incompetence as well for the security breach.
Unbeknownst to them, Black Sheep escaped through the sewers, running for her life in the tunnels. She uttered to herself, "My ride should still be waiting." At the end of the tunnel, Black Sheep's hopes diminished as fast as it came. Bars covered the grate but saw the boat in sight, still on the dock. Pushing against the bars, she couldn't move them, no matter how hard she tried. Peering through a small hole, Black Sheep saw the sewer grate, bolted down. And there goes her escape plan.
"No! No!" The agony of her plan failing hindered her, but she didn't give up. Black Sheep became more determined than ever to escape the island once and for all. She ran back the way she came and up the ladder to the facility.
In the Council Room, Coach Brunt marched straight to a few members of the Council. Dr. Bellum was one, Countess Cleo was another, and Shadowsan was the final member, waiting for any news on the Code Red.
"It's past curfew. All students are in their bunks. Except for..." she trailed off, bowing her head down. Coach Brunt was a towering, athletically-built, big boned, Texan woman. She has short green hair and eyes, an elongated face with a small nose, and full lips. Her Texan drawl is the most normal thing about her, but the disappointment was evident that the girl she helped raise has now escaped. A black and white tracksuit with a gray t-shirt underneath and sneakers gave her the presence of a 'no-nonsense, if you talk back to me, I will punch you into another time zone' woman. She loved Black Sheep as if she were her own daughter, which made the betrayal all the more painful.
"Black Sheep," realized Shadowsan. He was of Japanese descent; upholding the laws of the Samurai. His jet black hair was tied up in a bun, wears a black kimono, gray pants with a beige obi belt, and black sandals. His eyes were black as night, but still maintained a softness that is unnecessary in the council. A rectangular face highlighted his sharp features. He knew in his heart that Black Sheep is making her escape from the island today, and planned to join her with the other six V.I.L.E. hard drives he had in his possession. The copies were safe and sound in the server room along with an added surprise. When he saw the databanks, he made copies encrypted with three lines of code so that whenever they place one in the system, it will gain control of the entire facility; spying on everything and everyone every single day, secretly. Their files, plans, recent online searches, purchases, and anything the Council's doing that needs an electronic device or system.
"The girl must be punished," concurred Countess Cleo. She has brown skin, perfectly styled black hair, green eyes, thin, black lips, an oval face, and sharp features. Her hands are dainty but can fight dirty when necessary. Wearing a geometric green and black dress with pointy shoulder blades, Christian Dior black high heels, black satin opera gloves, and gold hoop earrings, she knew that Black Sheep was a wild card, thereby her trying to tame that wild side as only a Lady can. However, she has failed to predict that in attempting to suppress Black Sheep's inquisitive and unruly nature, it would further grow into a rebellious, selfless, cunning attitude; one that would prove to be their greatest foe yet.
"Allow me to go after Black Sheep and retrieve her. As long as it takes," commented Shadowsan. Countess Cleo, Coach Brunt, and Dr. Bellum glanced at each other, having a silent conversation about this plan. Suddenly, they made their decision.
"Do it." In a unanimous vote, their voice echoed in the room, deafening the people present inside. He bowed in gratitude as he rushed to his classroom. He opened the screen door to retrieve his only belongings: his Samurai sword and the pack of V.I.L.E. hard drives. Taking his katana from its holster, Shadowsan saw his reflection. He inhaled and exhaled a breath of air, knowing this could be his one chance to escape with his best and favorite student. He takes a leather whip, which is designed specifically for Black Sheep and packs it with the drives. At the press of a button, it would turn into a staff whenever needed. Placing it inside the pack, he races to reach the docks before she leaves.
Black Sheep exited the sewer, peering over her shoulder that no one was following her. Casting a glance, she crept around the halls, holding the databanks in her hand, running to the front doors of the Academy. Unfortunately, she took a glance, seeing Cleaners guard the entrance.
"Ugh. Hall monitors." Deciding to head back, she ran down the halls until she hears voices. She skids but didn't allow herself to get caught. Black Sheep, nimbly, darts behind a wall, overhearing Ms. Booker and Professor Maelstrom's conversation.
"Gunnar, the child is certainly a menace, but placing the entire island on lockdown?" Cookie argues.
"The 'child' may have compromised V.I.L.E.'s income for the entire coming years, thanks to you," he said heatedly. "We must retrieve those drives!" But, Ms. Booker wasn't having any of his crap today.
"Well, it's out of my hands now, so please provide me with clearance to leave," she hauntingly asked, snubbing her nose up in the air. Professor Maelstrom was gritting his teeth and groaning out his frustration on the whole 'island lockdown' protocol.
"Fine. Good riddance."
"Thank you very much. I'll just collect my coat, hat, and bag, and be off." Cookie's footsteps came closer to where Black Sheep was hiding but ran towards the library silently like a ghost. She sprints to the back of the library where she sees something that caught her eye.
"Whoa." A scarlet red trenchcoat and a red fedora with a yellow stripe hung on the small closet. On the foot of it, the leather bag she carried the data banks. A sly grin appeared on her face, now finding her escape plan. "Code Red." Black Sheep put the drives in first, then her Russian nesting doll in the front zipper pocket. After finishing that, she donned on the trenchcoat, put her hair in a bun, and used the fedora to cover her face at an angle.
Ms. Booker reached the library faster than anticipated. She cleared her throat behind her. Black Sheep's back straightened up; her eyes hardened.
"Young lady, do you have any idea what your insolence cost me?" Cookie verbalizes the anger that she held back.
"Yeah, I knew. But, I also knew that you'd be the sucker giving me an out," Black Sheep turns to face Ms. Booker. "However, you are now a liability, Cookie. It's nothing personal." Then, she attacked. Striking an uppercut to her chin, swiping her legs out from under her, Black Sheep hurried to sit on her back, restraining her. "Thank you for your career advice. It was most instructive." She grabbed some rope, tied her up, put a gag in her mouth, and took her shoes. She closed the door, leaving her in her captive isolation.
"Thank God Countess Cleo taught me to walk in high heels," she mumbled. Black Sheep put them on, happy they fit perfectly. Then, she walked with collected confidence towards the entrance.
At the front door, the Cleaners' walkie-talkies turned on, Professor Maelstrom's voice speaking through the communication device.
"Cleaners, our bookkeeper has caused enough damage for one visit," their heads snapped up to see a woman in red, holding a bag, walking straight to them. "Allow her to vacate the premises or terminate her if the mood strikes you, and I wouldn't complain." The echoing of her heels clicked-clacked on the marble floor, where she peered up then kept her head down. Black Sheep walked all the way. Knowing that they're still suspicious, the Cleaners stopped 'Ms. Booker' in her tracks.
"Ms. Booker?" One of the Cleaners said. Black Sheep paused. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, wondering if they caught on.
"Until next year," he said.
"Bon Voyage," the other Cleaner parted, pressing the button that opened the doors. To sell the disguise, she said something that convinced them that she was the 'Bookkeeper.'
"Arrivederci," she spoke raising her hand in a wave, the same way Cookie did a few hours ago. She walks down the stairs; each step is a step closer to freedom. Looking back, the Cleaners turned their back around to face the front, and Black Sheep exhales a breath of relief. Now, she can head down the stairs quickly for her ride. Taking off Cookie's shoes, Black Sheep ran straight towards the docks with her prize in hand.
Professor Maelstrom and Coach Brunt searched the entire facility for her. Coach Brunt is upset, and a tad worried, while Professor Maelstrom remains his stoic, angry self.
"Any sign of her?" Coach Brunt wondered where she could be. Before Professor Maelstrom could respond, a banging on the door caught their attention. They peered in the empty library as the banging continued. Following the sound, they headed inside where the utility closet was since that's where the noise was strongest. Professor Maelstrom pulled the door wide, and what they saw shocked them: Cookie Booker tied up like a Thanksgiving turkey, screaming (or, in this case, muffled shouting) into her gag. The fury reflected in her eyes demonstrated that.
"Cleaners! That woman in red was no woman! It was Black Sheep! Retrieve her at once!" he screamed into the walkie-talkie. The Cleaners took immediate action, racing out the door until they spotted someone running in a red hat and coat. It was then that Shadowsan came with a sack around his back and his katana strapped to his hip.
"She's nearly gone!" he screamed as he unsheathed his sword. "Prepare air support!" The Cleaners ran to the helipad so they can catch her by air. Shadowsan runs down the stairs, holding the sword, and ready to leave with her.
Meanwhile, Black Sheep reached the docs, but the Captain got a message from Professor Maelstrom, waiting for Ms. Booker to arrive.
"Captain, be on alert. The lady in red is no lady," he said. With that, the Captain got a harpoon from the side of the boat, aiming directly at Black Sheep. However, she prepared for every contingency. She jumped up and did a front flip revealing a hidden baton inside the coat. She grabbed it in mid-air, flung it like a frisbee, and made contact with the Captain's head; he fell over groaning in pain until he was - finally - unconscious. She felt a little sorry for what she did to him, but her freedom comes first. Black Sheep reached for it again, never knowing when she needs a weapon for any unforeseen occasion. She got in the boat, placing the bag down next to her, as she revs the yacht up to leave the island.
On a helipad, the Cleaners jumped inside, turning on the helicopter for the inevitable chase.
"She will never outrace us by boat," Cleaner One points out.
"Pity." Cleaner Two finished turning on the copter when the engine began to stall. Curious, they opened the hood to reveal the wires powering the helicopter had been cut clean.
"She doesn't miss a trick," Cleaner One said.
Almost done with the procedures for the boat, she spots a glint of steel on a nearby cliff.
"Shadowsan," she whispered. Now, time is of the essence, finishing up the controls, but sees that she needs the key to turn it on. Glancing at the dock, Shadowsan came closer and closer. "If I'm gonna die, I'll die with my dignity, fighting to the end." She jumps off the bridge to retrieve the key from the Captain's back pocket.
"Black Sheep!" screamed Shadowsan. She took a deep breath, placed the key in her pocket, and crouched down for a fight. She screamed her battle cry as soon as he got close but kept dodging every single move she made.
"Stop this!" he said.
"No! I'm not going to let you take me back to them!" Black Sheep got in a good punch, but he restrained her in an arm lock.
"Which is why we need to leave now!" he professed. Now, Black Sheep was confused.
"What?"
"I will explain everything, but we need to go," he said impatiently. Shadowsan carried Black Sheep under one arm as they entered the boat. He went up to the control center, got the key from her pocket, and turned it on. Putting the boat in reverse, he turned it around to face open sea, setting a course to anywhere else in the entire world; he never once looked back at the Isle of V.I.L.E.
"Okay, what's going on? Why are you doing this? Helping me escape, being my driver, scaring me half to death with your katana?! Why?!" she hysterically questioned her teacher.
He took a deep breath and told her the truth; something that he should have said a long time ago.
"The day we found you, Coach Brunt said that your parents abandoned you, but the truth is, V.I.L.E. kidnapped you," he admitted. Black Sheep was speechless. A decade where she could have had a life, a normal life. However, he continued. "They - Brunt, Cleo, Maelstrom, and Bellum - recruited you because of your age, thinking that a five-year-old girl would be more manipulable to V.I.L.E.'s cause. However, I was the one tasked to take you to the island, which will haunt me for the rest of my life. From the first moment that I saw you, I knew that you were special. But, I also knew that you do not have what it takes to be a V.I.L.E. thief, especially if you're going to kill. As you grew, I kept a close eye on you, making sure you didn't attract attention to yourself, but that failed," he said. Black Sheep chuckled at the little joke.
"When you enrolled at the Academy, I grew - undoubtedly - concerned because that day was coming, whether I wanted it or not." Black Sheep said nothing, to which he was grateful. "I objected to you enrolling at the Academy on the argument that you were too young; being outnumbered three-to-one, and the vote was unanimous. It was that moment, that decision began the cause of events that led us to where we are now." Shadowsan took a side glance at Black Sheep where she was breathing heavily, but silent to let him finish his reasons.
"You were excelling in your classes, and just on the cusp of graduation, that I had to do something," he admitted.
"Your final test," she croaked out. Shadowsan nods his head in confirmation. "Where we had to find the dollar bill in under two minutes."
"You were right, there was no dollar bill, but I couldn't let you become one of them. I failed to realize how determined you were to follow your classmates all the way to Morocco. And I'm guessing that's where you figured out that what V.I.L.E. was doing is wrong. Because of that, you - now - have the drive to escape, and we're both running for our lives from V.I.L.E.," he informs her gravely. "I am truly sorry for my part in your upbringing and all the pain that this organization and I have caused you. Now, you are free to live your life away from me and the memory of V.I.L.E." Then, Black Sheep cleared her throat and began her piece.
"Everything I am is because of their teachings, their philosophy. The life of a professional thief is what I'm trained to be; what I am now," Black Sheep passionately explained while tears ran down her face. "The past decade wasn't all bad, Shadowsan. There were some good memories too, which I wouldn't trade for anything. But, finding out that V.I.L.E. is a criminal empire, and will destroy the world to make it into their image, is something I cannot allow to happen. Before, I wanted to be a professional thief for V.I.L.E.," she told him. "Now, nothing's holding me back; not anymore. If we want to bring down V.I.L.E., then I need to become what I was always meant to be: the Harbinger. Those drives are the source of their income: their markers, assets, plans, and hideouts. We're gonna take them down for good. I'm not some little girl anymore, and I will not stand by watching innocent people suffer because of their greed and hubris. This is who I am now: a professional thief, and always will be." Shadowsan stared at his pupil with awe and trepidation on her chosen path.
"Are you sure you want to do this? As I said before in the beginning, there will be no turning back." Wanting to confirm that this life is something she wants. The look in her eye told him everything he needed to know.
"Bring it on." Shadowsan sighed an old man sigh.
"Very well."
"But you were right about one thing," she points out. Shadowsan lifts an eyebrow to her confession. "I want a normal life, too; a life that was denied to me so long ago. I want to know who I am again: my family, where I came from, and try to re-enter society. And the only way to do that is to find them."
"And when you do?"
"There's no reason I can't be both: a normal teenager and professional thief."
A wisp of a smile appears on his face, proud that she found her path.
"And I will be right by your side. I still have much to teach you, Black Sheep," instructed Shadowsan.
"And I'm ready to learn. No matter how long it takes," she promises to Shadowsan and herself. Suddenly, she remembered her other friend that's been there since last year. "Oh, gotta call someone who's going to be an integral part of our team." However, as soon as she pressed the last call button on the phone, the adrenaline wore off. Black Sheep started to cry and sob out loud. She's crying in relieved happiness, for her freedom, and the fact she's not under V.I.L.E.'s thumb anymore. The line picks up, and his favorite person spoke up.
"Hello?"
"Player, are you there?" Black Sheep croaked out.
"Yeah, I'm here. What's goin' on?"
The sobs coming from Black Sheep's mouth concerned him.
"Is everything okay? What's wrong?" Player wondered out loud.
"Nothing's wrong, Player. I'm just really, really happy."
"Why?"
"Player, I made it," Black Sheep choked up saying it. If she keeps repeating that phrase, it might sink into her brain. "I'm off the island along with one of my teachers."
"Which one?"
"The Samurai." Shadowsan looks shocked that Black Sheep talked about him to her friend. "Anyway, I need to know where on Earth I am," she pleads. The only sounds present were the pressing of the key on Player's keyboard.
"Really?"
"I know, blows your mind, doesn't it? Can you please tell me where I am right now?"
"Triangulating your position...got it! The Canary Islands," he confirms.
"A Spanish settlement just off the coast of Western Africa," Black Sheep instinctively recalled the geography lessons from her nannies. "It was an interesting place to grow up, but it's time to see the rest of the world. No more bookkeepers and no more V.I.L.E.," she swore as she took off her fedora to throw it overboard, but Player stopped her from doing something stupid.
"You'll need a passport, and I don't think Black Sheep's gonna cut it. You do have a name, don't you?"
She sighs. "It's been a long time since I've said my name out loud. I'm a little hesitant to use it." Being honest with Player and herself, she had only gone by one name. Escaping from V.I.L.E., gave her the opportunity to be a part of something else. "It's Kat. My name's Katrina Marie Possible."
The last name gave Player shock because of who it's associated with.
"Possible? Are you, by any chance, related to international teen hero, Kim Possible?" The excitement of him being friends with Kim Possible's sister is somewhat surprising, but stranger things have happened.
Shadowsan and Kat gave looks of confusion on this 'Kim Possible.'
"Player, I've been on an island for the past decade, cut off from the outside world, so please elaborate on who this 'Kim Possible' person is."
"She's a teenager who helps save people from any, and all kinds of problems. Whether it's a ransom, babysitting, robbery, an evil mastermind trying to take over the world, she can help you. Her slogan: She can do anything!"
"Huh," Kat was impressed by this girl. "Looks like I've found a new friend," approved Kat. Shadowsan gave a nod of respect towards the girl. "Anyway, can you see if there's any missing person's report on Katrina Marie Possible?"
"Let me check..." Searching the databases and the web, he finds one that matches her description. "There's one in Middleton, Colorado where a five-year-old girl was kidnapped at the local Smarty Mart with the same name, which I'm guessing it's you," Player said. Kat said nothing as the reality of the news hit her hard. She would worry about that later in private.
"Is there any death in absentia forms..for me?"
A few clicks, Player got his answer. "No, there's still an open investigation on you, so you've got a chance to get your life back."
"Not yet. I don't want people to find me though, so is it possible to get a passport under a different name?"
"Of course. And the new name is?" Kat looks at the hat and spots the label on the inside seam. Carmen Brand Outwear - San Diego in cursive, yellow stitching. Suddenly, she got inspired. Her new identity came to her in a flash.
"It's...Carmen. Carmen Sandiego," Kat smiles at her new name. Shadowsan hums in agreement as he continues driving. "Now, about this whole 'white hat' thing. Does it have to be white?" Kat places her fedora on her head at an angle, covering the face. On the night of December 1st, Carmen Sandiego was born.
"I like it. Carmen Sandiego. No problem, Kat. Your new passport will be ready for you by the time you land...um, where, exactly, are you going?"
"That's a good question." Kat was embarrassed at not asking this in the beginning. "Shadowsan, where are we going now?"
"Spain. I have a residence there. We'll be able to regroup and send the Black Boxes to Player for decryption." The plan is a solid one. Player and Kat can attest to that.
"Sounds good to me."
"Great idea, Shadowsan," complimented Player.
"When we get to Spain, I want more info on this Kim Possible," Kat instructed Player.
"You got it. Now, what's your signature?" Once again, Kat's confusion spoke infinitely more questions.
"Signature?"
"A discerning trait that makes everyone think of 'Carmen Sandiego.'"
"He has a point."
"Umm...," Kat groans in frustration until she stares at the red coat and hat. "A red fedora and coat. That's enough of a signature, don't you think?"
"Bringing attention to yourself and letting V.I.L.E. know you're coming after them. Genius, Black Sheep," praised Shadowsan.
"Maybe add a bit of dramatic flair in your heists will help a lot," Player puts in his two cents.
"The places that I'm casing to steal are gonna be extravagant, no doubt about that. But, let's focus on one step at a time: first, Spain. Then, we'll talk," she plans out. Kat stares at the horizon with Shadowsan, wondering when and where their next adventure will be.
On the other side of the world - in Middleton, Colorado - a fourteen-year-old girl with red hair, green eyes, and an athletic frame was having dinner with her parents and identical twin little brothers, talking about their day. Kim Possible is known as the girl who can do anything. A straight-A student, Head of the Dance Committee, and newly-made Captain of the Middleton High Cheer Squad, she's practically perfect in every way.
"Nice job on saving that General, Kimmy-cub," Dr. James Possible congratulates his daughter. He has short, graying brown hair, brown eyes, a crooked nose, a rectangular face, and thin lips. He's of average height and weight, who always wears a beige shirt, black tie, and brown pants. Being one of the leading rocket scientists in the Tri-State Area, he's made a reputation of himself of a science-tech expert. He's a kind, intelligent, lovable guy who protects his family with every fiber of his being, as well as not afraid to take charge whenever's necessary.
"Thanks, Dad. Nothing like stopping a vindictive dictator from taking over a small, Caribbean country, thereby saving it from Imperialism," Kim responds.
"Would anyone like some more meatloaf?" Anne Possible offered. Dr. Anne Possible is just as brilliant as her husband. A successful neurosurgeon, devoted wife, and mother to her family, Ann isn't also afraid to be the strict parent when necessary. She has short, silky light red hair that reaches to the nape of her neck, blue eyes, a peach skin tone, small nose, and thin lips. Wears a magenta shirt with a purple skirt and high heels, she is every definition of 'put together.' She is the moral support for the family, especially for Kim with boy troubles or a fight with Ron.
"Hoo-sha!" Jim and Tim cheered. The Possible Twins, or the 'Tweebs,' as Kim calls them, are the nine-year-old, scientific geniuses like their father. Both have the same spiky, brown hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Despite their short, chubby stature, they do love tormenting their older sister, creating dangerous experiments that explode, launch, or move. The only way to tell who's who are the colored shirts they wear: Tim wears red while Jim wears green, which makes it easier to tell apart.
"Hey, mom, guess what?!" Jim began.
"We invented a machine that can shave cat hair off!" Tim finished. The table was eerily quiet. Anne paused in cutting the meatloaf, the knife clattering to the table.
"Mom?" Kim grew worried, as did the boys. James looked at Anne with sadness.
"I miss her." They knew who she was talking about. Kat Possible, the sister they never knew.
"So do I, honey," consoled James. "So do I."
"What was she like?" Kim wondered.
"You never talk about her much," Jim interjects.
"Can we, at least, know something about our big sister?" Tim questioned his parents. A silent conversation among the parents gave them the answer. James and Anne took deep breaths to open the painful memories of their beautiful first-born.
"She was a lot like you three combined," Anne informed them.
"Wickedly intelligent, though not a science prodigy, but a photography enthusiast," Jim began. "Every place we went to that had a photo booth; she'd always be there."
"Wasn't afraid to stand up for what she believed in," Anne continued. "Stood up to a bully and made him cry." The kids smiled at that.
"Kat was also clever; too clever. Could get in and out of situations faster than you could say, 'Bob's Your Uncle,' much like you are, Kimmy."
"And had the warmest smile. No matter what we're feeling, a smile from Kat can make us forget everything."
"And she was..." Anne choked up on the last thing Kat was.
"She was?" They asked.
"Fearless," concluded James. "Kat was fearless." Kim, Jim, and Tim smiled at the one thing they share: fearlessness. Anne left the room in a hurry with James following behind her.
"Do you think that Kat's still out there?" Tim pondered at the slim possibility that Kat's alive.
"I know she's alive somewhere, and I'm not gonna stop until I find her," vows Kim. The twins nodded in agreement with their sister, hoping that Kat's out there, waiting to be revealed. Little did they know, the impossible had already been set in motion.
Please bare with me as this is my first attempt at creating a Kim Possible fanfiction. First of all, I don't own - in any way, shape, or form - the Kim Possible franchise (except for my OC, Kat). Also, I don't own Carmen Sandiego: the characters, plot, and dialogue (2019 version) all go to Netflix for championing this series (which I love by the way).
Anyways, there was not a lot of Carmen Sandiego (2019) fanfics and some Kim Possible fanfics that detailed of another sibling that had been gone for a while, so why not combine the two? It popped into my head and thought that this would be a great story to write: a Kim Possible and Carmen Sandiego crossover.
It's going to take some time to write out the next chapter, but I hope you like it. And if you do, please comment and save this on your library.
Furthermore, while you're waiting for the next chapter, please RR on my other stories while you're at it and give me your honest opinion. Enjoy, and the next chapter will be posted soon!
There are some changes to the series I was curious about (and put my spin on it).
- Shadowsan caught up with Carmen and leaves the island with her.
- Shadowsan isn't just a master Samurai (I think), but a talented hacker. He places a couple of lines of code in the 'faux boxes' that would allow him to see what plans, present and future, are they hiding on their servers.
- There are eight V.I.L.E. hard drives in total for the entire operation to crash and burn.
- Carmen meets Zach and Ivy in Boston, staking out the donut shop. They meet after she finished her Poitiers job.
- The Poitiers Caper falls directly on her birthday, August 7.
- She begins to ask about the Possible family in Middleton, Colorado
- She will reunite with them very soon.
- Gray or "Crackle" will have an appearance in this story, and his character development will be...something.
That's what I've got so far for plans on the upcoming chapters. Hope you like it and thanks for reading!