From the ashes of Nuclear Fire, man fought a deadly enemy from their nightmares. An enemy that had been created by their own hands.
For decades, their battle for dominance has raged across the world. However, the final battle to decide their fate would not be fought on their fields of battle. It would be decided in the past.
FUTURE WAR
By FAH3
There was a strong chill blowing through the streets of Middleton. Just about everything was asleep tonight, waiting for the arrival of the next day. Near the borders of Middleton and Lowerton, a lone stray cat wondered through wide parking lot, making its way to the large open dumpster that lay waiting. With effortless ease, the small animal was able to leap onto the rim and tread along it, sniffing the contents inside for anything that could possibly be considered food. From what it could tell, the dumpster was full of food for it to feast on. It glanced to all sides, making sure that his food would be his and his alone tonight. Satisfied it was alone, it licked its lips in anticipation.
As it prepared itself to leap into the dumpster, something changed. It wasn't just the smell in the air, but it was the way everything felt. It shook his whiskers and made its fur stand on end. A loud hiss escaped its mouth before it leapt off the dumpster and ran for safety. That's when the very air began to distort like the rising fumes of gasoline, and pieces of the hard concrete ground and brick building began to rapidly heat to extreme degrees. Sparks of energy began to generate, focusing to one central point. More strands of energy began to form from one point, striking the walls and ground, brushing objects away with incredible force. The energy then began to take shape as the energy became more controlled. An orb of energy formed and grew to the size of a Volkswagen beetle, and sat. With a bright flash, the orb and all spark of energy vanished. Where the orb had once sat was now a smoldering crater; steam rising from it as the cold air began to cool the high temperature of it.
Kneeling inside the crater, not moving and what also appeared to be not breathing, was a nude man. Soon, he slowly rose to his feet, revealing a very well toned and well-defined body that seemed to belong to a competing bodybuilder. He opened his eyes, and slowly examined his surroundings, almost like he was the animal that was there before he was. After giving everything a brief glance, he then began to walk.
"What's with all this depressed crap?" Ron Reager, one of the students of Middleton High School, asked in his drunken stupor as he, Brick Flagg, and Josh Mankey were parked at the side of the road while Brick relieved himself and Ron wiped the last remaining piece of vomit away from his mouth.
The three young men decided to have a guys night out, but their idea was different from Josh's. Josh had made himself the designated driver when Brick and Ron snuck him into a bar and got plastered. Josh didn't understand why these two thought getting wasted was a way of having a good time. All he saw was them acting like a bunch of idiots and making themselves sick. Not to mention the horrible hangover both would most likely suffer the next day. When Ron said he was going to loose it, that's when Josh pulled over. He had just bought his car, and he wasn't going to let these idiots mess it up.
"Ron, your breath stinks." Josh said as he leaned against the side of his Oldsmobile Cutlass.
"Sorry. But, why are you acting like some kind of – emo chick?" Ron asked, almost tripping over his own two feet.
"I'm like this because I'm having to baby-sit two bums that should still be in kindergarten." Josh said to him, getting more and more pissed about the situation he was in.
"Do we know them?" Brick asked as he walked back to the car with his jeans still undone.
"How did I let you guys talk me into this?" Josh asked himself as he began fishing for his keys.
"Come on, man. What would you be doing right now if we didn't come along?" Ron asked him.
"Probably with my girlfriend." Ron said as he wondered what Tara was doing right now.
"Dude, do you see that?" Brick asked and pointed.
"What?" Josh asked as he and Ron turned and looked down the street.
To their surprise, there was a tall man walking down the street wearing absolutely nothing. Ron and Brick began laughing as he walked closer, thinking it was hilarious. Down in his gut, Josh was starting to get a bad feeling about this. Especially when he saw the man's face and saw no sign of emotion or anything else. His eyes could have been playing tricks on him, bought he could have sworn his eyes were red when he was in the shadows.
"This guy must be more wasted than us." Brick said and continued laughing, even when the nude man kept his gaze fixed on Brick.
"Must be more wasted than us." He repeated in an equally deep voice.
Language recognized. Speech patterns configured.
"I need your clothes and your vehicle." The man said to Brick in a deep voice.
"Sorry pal, I don't swing that way." Brick said to him.
"Try a Smarty-Mart man." Ron said and slapped the man on the shoulder.
Ron let out an agonizing scream as the man grabbed Ron's hand and began to crush the bones in his hand.
"LET HIM GO!" Brick shouted and tried to punch the man.
Brick growled in pain as he cradled his injured hand. Punching the man in his chest felt like he had just slammed his fist against a wall. Brick tried to swing at him with his other hand, but the mysterious man let go of Ron's hand and grasped Brick's in a strong grip. He twisted Bricks arm with a flick of his wrist, and slammed his fist into Brick's elbow with a sickening crunch coming from the bone being shattered. Brick howled as his arm felt like it would fall off as the man began to crush his forearm in his grip. In a swift move, the man shoved his elbow into bricks shoulder, shattering his collar bones and shoulder blade.
Ron leapt and grabbed the man in a head lock from behind, trying to choke the man. The man let Brick's limp arm go as he grabbed Ron by his biceps and threw him over his head and onto the cold ground. Before Ron could move, the man slammed his foot onto Ron's neck like he was squashing a bug. Josh saw in horror as he saw blood splash the ground from Ron's neck and begin to pool as a loud crunch echoed in the night. Josh was so scared that he wasn't even sure if he could piss himself. As the man moved and removed his foot from his friend's neck, he felt ill as the sound reminded him of when his father cut into his grandmother's cherry pie. Brick was in a sobbing heap while Ron lay dead on the ground with his neck flattened like a pancake.
"Your clothes and your vehicle." The man said to Brick.
"T-the car's mine. Y-you can have it." Josh said as he yanked his keys from his pocket and threw them to the maniac in front of him.
UPPERTON
Bonnie Rockwaller was walking through the streets of Upperton, looking at all the latest fashion designs that were displayed in the windows of all the high society clothing stores. Bonnie had to endure another day of not just her mother treating her like she was still a child in elementary school, but both of her sisters treating her like she was the welcome mat to wipe their shoes on. How she hated and despised both of her older sisters. All they had done her whole life was go on and on about how miserable and worthless she was. A proverbial punching bag for them to sooth their own self-esteem issues. Going to her mother wouldn't help either.
'Oh honey, they're just teasing. You know your sisters love you.' Was what she always said, every time! And they got away with it everything they did to her! She had her own revenge though. Her mother kept wondering why her credit card bills were so high? Simple. Her sisters loved to torture her to feel better, and she spent all of her mother's hard earned cash to help her feel better.
Sadly, it looked like tonight wouldn't have much for her. Most of the clothing they had on display were just slightly altered copies of the designs she already owned. All she would have to do was just make a few modifications, and she had the new style. Not even the latest shoes were appealing to her. Maybe she could go ton one of those high class restaurants and get one of the most expensive meals they had. A small smirk graced her pink covered lips as she began to debate which restaurant she should go to. That's when she felt the strong breeze began to blow by her bare tanned legs. It was so cold that it actually made her shiver as it brushed by her.
Something wasn't right though. Instead of fading, it was getting stronger. The breeze also began to feel warm, like it was coming from a hair dryer. What was happening? Another one of Kim's enemies attacking? Then she heard the strange crackling buzz and could smell something. It smelled like an electrical fire, but she saw blue flashes of light coming from an alley. Something must be sparking. Maybe it was a downed power line. She started to walk closer and had her cell phone ready. All she would have to do was hit SEND and her phone would dial 911. The flashes were becoming brighter and brighter and soon became a steady glow. Before Bonnie could look, there was a brilliant flash that temporarily blinded her before silence followed.
Bonnie rubbed her eyes and could feel tears coming from them as her sight started to refocus. She knew her eye shadow was most likely ruined now. She should have bought the no smear brand. Bonnie looked back up and noticed that the flashing had stopped. If it was a power line, like she had thought, then what made it stop sparking?
Slowly, Bonnie walked into the alley, trying to find out what had been making all the lighting effects. So far, she couldn't find anything. It looked like a normal, and filthy, alley. As Bonnie glanced upward, something caught her eye. Above her was an old fire escape along with a few pipes. What was odd that all of them had a large piece of it cut out in the shape of a circle. No, it wasn't a circle. What did they call it? A sphere! What was even more puzzling was that the areas that had been cut away were still smoking and glowing a bright, almost white, orange. What had happened down here?
Bonnie gasped as she felt someone grab her and their arm firmly wrapped around her neck. The man was strong, judging by the grip he held her with. She almost couldn't breath. His breathing was labored though. It sounded like he had just run a marathon.
"Please, let me go. Don't hurt me." Bonnie begged as tears began to fall from her eyes.
"The date. What's the date?" he asked her in a very ragged voice.
"I-it's Wednesday. Almost midnight." Bonnie said to him.
"What year?" he asked her.
"What?"
"What's the fucking year?!" the man demanded, tightening his grip on her.
"2006! It's the year 2006!" Bonnie shouted as she began to cry.
"Thanks." He said before letting her go and running down the alley and out into the street.
Bonnie coughed as she rubbed her throat, trying to get her breathing back to normal. As soon as she was able to get her breathing steady, she hit the call button on her phone.
"911, what's your emergency?"
"My name is Bonnie Rockwaller, and I was just mugged."
MIDDLETON HIGH SCHOOL, THE NEXT DAY.
Kim Possible and her life long best friend, Ronald Stoppable, were sitting in class and talking to each other as they usually did. It wasn't unusual to see them together and hanging out with each other. After all, they had known each other since Pre-K and were almost inseparable as Siamese Twins. Together, they had saved countless people and locations all over the world. And only a few months ago, Kim and Ron had just saved the entire world from a nefarious plan that had been brewed by their long time foe, Doctor Drakken. However, things had changed between the two friends since that evening.
After being momentarily captured, Ron had revealed his true feelings towards his life long friend. He was just as surprised to discover that she felt just as much for him as well. Through the summer, and now at the beginning of their Senior year, the two had been hopelessly in love with each other. Both were nervous about taking their friendship to a new level, anyone would be. But every time they were together, it felt like most of their fears seemed to melt away. This didn't go unnoticed by their peers and fellow classmates.
Since day one of their new found relationship, various rumors had been buzzing on the hows and whys. Of course, most rumors were about how far in their relationship they had gone. Most of the rumors being started by Kim's school rival Bonnie Rockwaller. But everyone knew Kim and Ron and knew that they wouldn't go that far unless she had a ring. Also, that there was the fact that Kim's father would shove Ron into a Deep Space Probe in a heart beat, friend or not.
Soon, the bell echoed to let all the students know that it was time for the day's classes to begin. As Kim and Ron straightened in their seats, Ron was the first to notice something was off about their class. He couldn't put his finger on it at first, but something had changed in the mosaic of the normal student faces. It took him a few seconds until he realized it. Three of their classmates were absent. The first two were very surprising since they were usually in their seats before anyone else. Bonnie and Josh Mankey. Ron still didn't trust the young artist. Not because he was Kim's ex-boyfriend, but because his name was too close to monkey. That earned an immediate distrust in Ron's book. The other was Ron Reager.
"KP, notice anything?" Ron asked her.
"Notice what?"
"Look who's missing." Ron said and caused Kim to glance.
"You're right. Josh, Bonnie and Reager are missing. I wonder where they are?" Kim asked herself as their teacher walked in to begin class. Thankfully, this was one class that Barkin hadn't taken over. Ron could swear that the man was trying to turn Middleton into the army.
"Good morning class. Please turn your books to page,"
"Attention Middleton faculty and students." Barkin's voice echoed over the intercom.
"Here's hoping it's not the science fair." Ron said to himself.
"It is with deep regret to report the following announcement. Your fellow classmate, Ron Reager, died last night."
"Do what?" Kim asked as the rest of the class began to chatter.
"Died? He looked fine the other day!" Ron said in shock.
"Mr. Reager's life was tragically cut short last night during a car theft in the company of his friends Josh Mankey and Brick Flagg. Those wanting to send their condolences to his family will please report to my office at the end of today's lessons. Thank you." Mr. Barkin said as the intercom shut off.
"Did he just say what I think he said?" Ron asked Kim.
"Ron, I think Barkin just told us that Ron Reager was murdered last night." Kim said to her boyfriend.
LOWERTON
The bad side of Lowerton. Apparently, the ghettos and slums of Middleton's sister city were in such a horrible state, that they didn't need any other title to describe it. Graffiti tags of various kinds and several gangs decorated just about every wall of every building while bits and pieces looked like they needed an appointment with a wrecking ball. Outside of an abandoned theatre, parked in between it and what was supposed to be a book store, sat an old green 1972 Mustang, with several dents and scratches.
Beside it, propping himself against a wall, was Jose Gonzales. Unlike his parents, he had been born and raised in America and had grown up on the streets. He dropped out of high school after teaming up with a local gang and learning how things worked as well as how to fight and cover his ass. After the cops took down most of his gang, he started selling weapons. He had his ways of getting his merchandise, and knew it couldn't be traced back to him. It was risky, but he liked making the money from it. Too bad if some idiot is stupid enough to stand in front of one of these things while its pointed at them.
He took another drag on cigarette as he enjoyed the cool breeze. When he opened his eyes, he noticed the tall guy walking toward him, wearing a Middleton High letterman jacket.
"Hey, man. I don't sell to high school kids." He said to the guy as he dropped his cigarette and crushed it with his foot. When he looked back up, he could see that this guy obviously wasn't in High School. "You might want to think about getting some different threads, man." He said.
"I need to see your guns." The man said, his face void of any emotion.
"That depends." He said, not trusting this guy in the least. "What makes you think I've got some?" he asked him.
"Because of a Jimmy Darant." The man said. He had watched Jose sell a handgun to a previous person, and had listened in on the conversation.
"Jimmy sent you too, huh? Okay, here's what I got." Jose said and popped the trunk.
Inside were all sorts of weapons arranged in order. There were several handguns that ranged from 9mm's to .45 long slide's. The man could also see various shotguns like three 12-gauge auto loaders. There were also plenty of what seemed to be military grade automatic weapons. The back of the trunk was divided off, but he could the man could easily tell that there was plenty of ammunition for all the weapons.
"Take a glance at what I've got and let me now what you want."
"Phased plasma rifle in the 40-watt range?"
"Hey, what you see is what I've got buddy." Jose said. "So which will it be?"
"All." The man said.
"Sounds good." Jose said as he closed the trunk. "Cash first, though."
The man only looked at Jose, tilting his head slightly. It was almost as if he was confused by what Jose had said to him.
"You want the guns, I'm going to need five grand up front." Jose said.
Not yielding any results, the man grabbed Jose's face and shoved his head into the brick wall behind him. The brick crumbled and broke from the force of strength and clattered to the concrete floor as the man let go of Jose's face and watched him slide to the ground. Recalling the various reactions he had received since he acquired his clothing, he knew a change of wardrobe was in order. The less attention, the better. He would also need a new vehicle. The police would be looking for the one he had now.
After removing the leather jacket from Jose's body to replace the inadequate one he had, not affected by Jose's eyes rolled into the back of his head or the blood streaming out of his nose and ears, he hot wired the old mustang and drove out of the alley. He had transportation and weapons. Now he needed to proceed to his next objectives.
Locate target's location.
MIDDLETON
This took some getting used to. There so many people moving about without a care, actually being outside in the daylight. It was like he had fallen through the looking glass with this mission. He took a steady breath as he walked down the deserted alley, and found a spot to suit his needs. He was able to break into one of the stored he had found, and find a few clothes for him to wear. Even where he came from, people didn't walk around in their birthday suits. He removed the long navy blue trench coat he had been wearing and placed it near by as he laid the shotgun and shells in the corner. He had found an empty police car and was able to "relieve" it of the weapons it had. He knew it was a different era, and people weren't mostly trained soldiers, but that didn't matter. He was on a mission and it had to be carried out.
The shotgun he had borrowed was a riot gun. A pump action shotgun with the barrel shortened, but the stock was to long. He needed something that he could use easily and be able to grasp in an instant. There was a motto he had been told growing up, but had forgotten where it originally came from. It was "Always be prepared." He knew from the moment he had retrieved the weapon, he would most likely have to modify it for his use.
It took him several minutes after he took the gun, minutes that he didn't have, but he was able to find a hacksaw. Hiding as best he could and using the materials he had available, he was able to saw off enough of the stock to where he could hold and fire it with one hand and shortened the length of the barrel a little more. Using some old cloth he had found in one of the alley garbage cans, he was able to make a strap.
With the gun hanging behind him, close to his arm, he was able to hide it under the long coat. Now came the hard part. He had to find his targets before the other did. He knew there was very little time, and had to act quickly.
If he could curse himself, he would. After finding more appropriate clothing to cover himself and transportation, he needed to find access to a phone. When he removed the remaining clothes from the human male earlier, he had stepped on the jacket that was now resting over his frame. What he had failed to realize was that there had been a cellular telephone in the pocket. When he discovered its crushed state, it knew it had to find another source as soon as possible.
The Oldsmobile stopped directly in front of the phone booth as soon as the driver had seen it. The large man stepped out of the vehicle, scanning the area as he did so. His face still showed no sign of emotion as his gaze focused on the overhead power lines above him and studied them extensively. Satisfied at what he saw, he made his way to the phone booth. As he approached the phone booth, he noticed it already had someone using it. It didn't matter. The door to the booth was missing, making it easier for him to grasp the man by the back of his shirt and fling him from the booth like he was nothing more than a rag doll.
"Hey! You piece of shit! I was using that!" the middle aged man shouted as he stood up.
The angry patron was ignored as the large man, now in the booth, ended the call that was in progress. He placed the receiver to his ear but received no dial tone. What was wrong with it?
"You need change for it, ass wipe!" the man said, trying to figure out how he would respond to the rudeness he had been given. His plotting soon ended when he saw the large man slam his fist into the pay phone and saw the quarters that were once inside it fall and clatter onto the floor of the phone booth.
As the phone booth's previous occupant quickly walked away, the large man placed two quarters into the intended slot and dialed the numbers he had been given. Once he heard the internet signal coming through, a similar sound came from his mouth. After a minute of standing in the phone booth, the large man exited and proceeded back to his car. In no time, he was en route to his next intended location.
Seek and terminate.
MIDDLETON HIGH
"I still can't believe it. I mean, I didn't know the guy or anything. But still, I don't think he deserved to get killed." Ron said to his girlfriend as he stood next to her locker.
Ron was still having a hard time coping with Reager's death. Through his whole life, the only time he had ever experienced death was when a pet died or when he saw it in a game or a movie. So far, no one he had known, talked, and spent time with had actually died. This was something new for Ron. He was also hoping this would be the last time. He also noticed that Kim was keeping her head inside her locker.
"KP, are you all right?" Ron asked her as she slowly closed her locker. One thing he noticed right away was that she was as pale as a sheet.
"I just finished talking to Wade. I-I had him look into Reager's death." Kim said.
"Was he shot?" Ron asked her as they began to walk.
"Ron, he – his neck was crushed. From the way Wade described it, his neck looked like a tank ran over it." Kim said.
"Oh my God. Did he say how?" Ron asked her.
"Um, this is the weird part. According to the statement Josh and Brick gave, they said it was man."
"A man? A guy crushed Reager's neck?"
"I know. Josh claimed that he attacked Brick, and killed Reager while he was demanding their clothes and Josh's car." Kim said.
"Demanding their clothes?" Ron asked with a questioning eyebrow.
"Apparently, the guy was naked." Kim said.
"And how wasted was Josh?" Ron asked.
"He wasn't. Brick's alcohol level was past drunk, but Josh was sober." Kim said as they walked out the door and to her supped up Sloth.
"Didn't you say Brick was attacked? How bad is he?" Ron asked as they climbed into the car.
"His elbow is shattered. His left forearm, collar bone, and left shoulder blade are also broken." Kim told him as she started the car.
"Ouch. Maybe we should pay him a visit." Ron said.
"That's the first place we're heading." Kim said as she left the school parking lot.
Seeing Brick in that state was very unsettling. They had to give him a lot of painkillers so he could rest, but he was still mumbling in his drug induced daze. He had a cast on his left arm that started from his hand and went all the way to part of his chest.
"R-Ron, don't do it. D-don't kill. No. No kill." Brick kept mumbling over and over again.
"This is sick and wrong." Ron said as he saw the once star quarterback continue to ramble in his delirium.
"How long is he going to be like that?" Kim asked Brick's doctor as they exited the room.
"For a while, Miss Possible. We had to perform surgery in order to set the bones that were broken." He said as he signed the chart and put it back into the tray outside the door.
"The report said that a man did this to him. Is that even possible?" Kim asked.
"We did find bruising on his arm that do fit the pattern of a hand gripping it. But if it was a man, he would have to be incredibly strong. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that he was struck with a heavy, blunt object."
"We only know of one person that strong, and he was in Go City when this happened. Thank you for your time, doctor." Kim said.
"You're welcome, Miss Possible." The doctor said and walked down the hall.
"Anything new, Wade?" Kim asked as she activated her wrist bound kimmunicator.
"The police found Josh's car in Lowerton. Get this, though. It wasn't that far from another murder victim." The young computer genius said.
"Another one?"
"Yeah. This one was a known gun dealer. The back og his head was smashed in."
"Eew. By hand?" Kim asked him.
"Actually, it looks like his head was shoved into the wall. Brick's letterman jacket was left behind, but no go on trace or fingerprints." Wade told her.
"This is seriously getting weird. Thanks for the info, Wade." Kim said.
"No problem." Wade said and signed out.
"Man, he's really out of it." Ron said as he left Brick's hospital room. "Anything new?"
"I'll tell you on the way home." Kim said as they left.
Outside the hospital, a lone figure sat in navy blue cadilac that desperately needed to be washed. He kept his eyes glued to the hospital outside keeping his eyes on whoever exited. When he saw the red head and blonde boy leave, he immediately started the car as he never took his eyes off of either of them. When they reached the sleek purple Sloth and pulled out of the parking lot, he began to follow. He had to make sure he kept them safe, but he also had to find the other one. He knew she was in Middletone, but he just didn't know where. He had to find her though. If he didn't, then they were royally screwed.
It felt good to back in a lair again and not in a stuffy jail cell. Especially when he was put in the cell block of annoying inmates. How he hated that. He didn't care that he was back in the timeshare lair, but at least it was a place he could relax and call home. Or until Dementor decided he needed it. Now all he needed to do was find his assistant Shego. Ever since the whole incident with Warmonga, she had done her best to either avoid her job with him or play "Drakken go Ouch." He hated it when they played Drakken go Ouch. Too may bad memories with that game. He let out a small shiver as he tried his best to shake the memories away.
As he tried to walk off the horrors from his memories, Drakken barley acknowledged the alarm for the main entrance of the lair going off. A small moment of confusion went through his mind as the alarm kept sounding over and over. Who would come here? If it was Shego, she would have just walked in since she knew the door's access code. As he approached the door, the giant metal apparatus was suddenly dented inward with a massive blow that echoed through out the lair and made Drakken jump backwards.
"What the hell?" Drakken asked as the door was pounded on again, and then ripped from its place and thrown into the lair. In the open doorway was a large man wearing a black leather jacket. He looked at Drakken with cold eyes and no sign of any emotion on his face. He stepped into the lair and kept his cold gaze fixed on Drakken the entire time. "C-can I help you?" Drakken asked weakly.
"Where is Shelia Go?" the man asked in a voice so deep that it was almost scary.
"I don't know." Drakken said as he tried to stand, but fell to the ground again with a scream as a 9mm bullet tore through his knee.
"Where is Shelia Go?" the man asked him.
"I just said I don't know!" Drakken screamed as he clutched his injured limb that was turning his navy blue plants into a dark burgundy from the blood loss.
Drakken let another scream escaped his lips as the man fired two more shots at him again. The first bullet went directly into his other knee while the last bullet shattered his femur and tore through muscle and flesh. Drakken's screams quickly changed into gasping sobs and moans of pain. The moans turned into shouts again as the man placed his foot against one of the injured knees and began pressing down onto it with incredible pressure.
"I know this hurts." The man said as he began pressing harder, making the blue skinned scientist scream in pain. "Where is Shelia Go?"
"I DON'T KNOW! She said she was taking some time off. She never tells me where she goes!" Drakken said in between screams and sobs.
"When will she be back?" the man asked. When Drakken didn't answer, the man pressed harder with a sickening snap as the rest of Drakken's broken knee cap was shattered into pieces. "When will she return?" the man asked.
"I DON'T KNOW! After what happened with that alien, she probably quit!" Drakken screamed.
The man lifted his foot off of Drakken and watched as the man screamed and writhed in agony on the floor. With a steady hand, the man aimed and fired two shots into Drakken's forehead and watched the back of his head break away and scattered across the floor. The man put the pistol back into the hidden pocket that was inside the jacket, turned, and left the way he came. He needed to avoid the authorities the best he could. Finding his target would be more of a challenge the he had theorized. He would have to find a temporary safe house so it could try and plan his target's most logical location.
Author's Note: Kim Possible is copyright to the Walt Disney Company and Terminator is copyright to Orion Pictures, Warner Bros, & Dark Horse Comics. I don't own these and I don't work with any of these companies. If I did, I'd be making a lot more money than I am now. I wrote this story only for fun.