Authoresses notes - The first chapter must be as boring as heck, but when
the action starts and you skip this you won't know what the heck is going
on, so I suggest you read this. I've been working on this a long time
actually planning what things will happen for once. I'm using my obsession
with things that once-existed to write this and all my "knowledge" (-_-) of
them. Enjoy.
Disclaimer - All Kim Possible characters belong to Disney. All others belong to me; and the Isla. Dag. Project. D. Eagan, Dr. Alto, D. Arnold, are copyright me,
Carnivores Prologue
It was the afternoon in Siberia, but through all the flurry snow it appeared close to nighttime. There was a small site in the snow with long tents and there was a long, a deep hole also, with another plastic covering over it to keep the snow from getting in. A helicopter slowly descended clumsily in the heavy wind. Once landed, someone stepped out shivering. Kim Possible hugged her shoulders. Wade told her it might be best to dress in warm layers, put it felt like to keep warm she wouldn't be able to move with all of them. Her best friend, Ron Stoppable hopped down also and instantly stopped. "KP, it's way too cold!"
She turned and shrugged to him, indicating there was nothing she could do. He made a moan and followed Kim to where she was headed. A man in a brown, thick coat and ear muffs too large for his head walked on up hurriedly. "Kim Possible?"
She nodded. "Anything you need?"
The man smiled, probably causing his lips to crack in several places. "Yes. My name is Dr. Alto. We've had some problems on our experiment out here. From staying out in the cold last night, all of our jeeps and the two helicopters have frozen up. The propellers won't move an inch."
He nodded off to the side, showing two helicopters planted firmly on the ground, and only a few yards away about six jeeps. Kim knew that this was important, but was curious about the 'experiment.' "What's the experiment?"
Dr. Alto shifted from foot to foot. "We're trying to see how the cold affects different chemicals like neon, and other substances from the noble gases," he sniffed. "We would've put them in just a cooler or something but we tried something more... environmental."
"Alright." Kim said, and walked on over to the helicopter. A large, dark green plastic box was being loaded onto one of the helicopters, and it was marked 'Fragile... do not open in intense heat, hazard.' Kim knew that gases could be dangerous, so she thought it might be one of them. The people carrying the box aloud her to climb up, so she was lying on the side of it with her head near the propellers. She looked down near the 'socket' of where they spin and saw layers of frost coating it. Ron also climbed up next her side.
"What are you going to do with that?" Ron asked, watching as Kim pulled some device out of her pack that Wade had given to her for this mission. She showed it to him.
"It's like an every day putty knife, except it can be heated. A have to do it this way, because with my laser pen I might damage something." she said and began to work.
She did it slowly, as the tip began to slowly get warmer. It would take awhile to finish, so she tried to hurry up. As the frost began to get chipped away, Kim heard the sound of a groan coming from the socket. She paused for a minute and then started again. It gave another groan and began to spin slowly. Kim slid off of the helicopter with Ron as Dr. Alto walked over to them. "Thanks, Kim Possible! We should be able to get back now and ask for something like a bigger helicopter to pick up the jeeps, and get a real mechanic for our second 'coptor."
Kim nodded. "Alright. I hope the experiment goes well, I gotta jet."
She and Ron made their way back to their own helicopter and it lifted off of the ground, then slowly made its way forward. Dr. Alto watched as they went. He sighed in relaxation, realizing what could've happened if she figured out the truth. He turned and saw the helicopter carrying the important cargo lift off the ground, stirring the snow everywhere. It also disappeared into the snowy skies, and he prayed it would get back safely with no troubles.
1. School ending, invitations and Cheetos
Kim Possible woke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She turned it off and sat up in bed. Today was the last day of school! She swung her feet over the side of the bed and smiled to herself, mentally listing everything she would have a break from; Bonnie, Homework, cheerleading now that Bonnie was the captain, Mr. Barkin, no time left from constant missions and school, Bonnie and Bonnie. She stood up and walked to her closet. She would miss her crush, Josh Mankee. The only time she ever really saw him was at school, so it seemed to be the only downfall. She pulled out her lime green top and blue cargo pants and changed. Downstairs, the Possible family was all eating. Jim and Tim were hysterical about school ending, and Mr. and Mrs. Possible were already planning family trips. Kim came on down and sat with them, looking at the plate in front of her. "Mom, can I go to Bueno Nacho after school with Monique and Ron?" she asked, beginning to poke at her scrambled eggs with a fork. Mrs. Possible nodded. "Sure, Kimmie."
Jim and Tim continued to list the pranks they should play on the teachers. Kim just rolled her eyes and continued eating. After she was done, she checked the time and figured Ron would be here soon. She went upstairs to her bathroom to get ready. She finished brushing her teeth and ran downstairs and opened the door. Ron was getting prepared to knock. "Hey KP! Ready for the last day of school?" he shouted.
She couldn't but smile even though he was over-reacting. "Yup!" she replied and they started to walk to school. Kim had asked Ron about Bueno Nacho, and he couldn't pass the chance.
School was normal except the end of grade tests in about two of the five classes she had, not including exploratory classes. Then they got yearbooks and the school let the last hour of school be used for friends to sign each other's yearbooks. Everything wasn't too bad except now that the seniors are getting ready to graduate, htey could torture their teachers. In the halls, Kim had asked a couple of her cheerleader friends to sign yearbooks. Ron had gotten a message from Tara saying how much she would miss him over the break, and he blushed when he read it. They had caught up with Monique and asked about going to Bueno Nacho. She agreed to come and 'celebrate' the end of the school year.
After school, everyone was in Bueno Nacho. Ron and Monique were having a contest to see who could eat their nachos the fastest. Kim found this amusing and was going to judge who had won when the Kimmunicator jingled. She pulled it out of her cargo pockets and answered it. "Hey Wade. What's the sitch?"
"Do you remember the scientists you helped in Siberia a few days ago?" Wade asked. She nodded. "I know one of them for being a great mathematician. He's with the scientists, who are with someone named Brian Eagan. Everyone just calls him Eagan, though. He's made some kind of themed island. With your help at Siberia, and with me just knowing them they invited us to the island."
"Okay. So what's the theme?" Kim asked.
Wade shrugged. "They even won't tell me. They're almost close to begging us to come, and one of their reasons is we'd be the first visitors on the island before it opens up. No one really seems to know about it except for them, and now me and you."
"They're sending letters and more information to you through mail, and you should find out more about that soon." He said and ended his end of communication. Kim also turned hers off and faced Ron and Monique again. It looked like they had heard everything they just said. "Your lucky KP. School just ended and your already going on a trip to a themed island." Ron said. Kim rolled her eyes. "So not the Drama, Ron. I bet they'll let me invite a couple of my friends, and most likely my whole family too. That includes you, too." Kim added, seeing Monique feeling left out.
A few days had passed since she found out about the island. She had asked her parents, saying it'll be best for the twins, and that obviously made them agree to go. Kim was towel-drying her hair when there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Kimmie, something came in the mail for you. It's pretty big." Mrs. Possible said outside the door. Wearing clothes, Kim answered, "You can come in."
She got the mail and it was a packet. She opened it to see another folder. Inside there were various papers. She flipped through them and stopped on a random paper near the middle. On it, it said - TerrorB. = Phor. Gast. 1m. 24m. And it showed a six-sided figure with two small areas outlined. Kim found this useless. She turned back to the front paper, now noticing the handwritten yellow note off to the side;
Dear Kim Possible, As you can imagine we don't have much in the way of formal promotional materials yet. But this should give you some idea of the Isla. Dag. Project. I think it's very exciting! Looking forward to discussing this with you! Hope you can enjoy us! Regards, D. Eagan (Feel free to invite any friend's you'd like, the more the merrier!)
The note seemed to be all she could understand at the time. She scanned down the paper and saw a small amount of writing she could find useful - FLIGHTS TAKE OFF AT 10:30 AM. Private Jet, Airport #6807. Flight #42
Costa Rica. flight42 over Pacific
Flight date - 2/18/03
She could see that the jet to leave to the Island was in Costa Rica now. And the Airport number was six thousand eight hundred seven. It looked like the flight would be flying over the pacific to get to the island. She could show this all to Wade later. At the time she set it to the side and continued drying her hair. Later that night she was sitting on her bed, flipping through the papers and talking to Wade.
"What's the airport number?" Wade asked, and Kim told it to him. He typed it into his computer and he pressed a button to show Kim what he saw. It was a map that showed Central America. There was a single, beeping red dot to show the airport. "I've found the airport. And the private jet - number forty two - is currently scheduled to fly here."
He typed in something, and the map zoomed out some. There were two small islands about a four hour flight from Costa Rica. "I tried to at least get into the islands system to see if it was alright, but it was hacker-free, and the computers hacking defenses were too high. I need about ten passwords to get in anyway. But it does show that the island was approved to be owned by the government."
"Alright." Kim answered. "I guess we're just going to have to see what the islands about."
Another letter was sent a few days afterwards. This was typed, and read -
Kim Possible, The flight to the Isla. Dag. Has been scheduled. Please return the following information signed before 2/14/03 if planning to attend to the project COSTA RICA.
Airport - 6807 Private Jet, #42
4.5 flight Costa Rica to Isla. Dag. Please mark how many people are coming on the trip. All expenses are by -
(Signed ---- D. Eagan, D. Arnold, Isla. Dag. Staff and personnel) ____ Adult(s) ____ Children
(Adult = 13 years of age and older)
Kim had asked her parents about the transportation. "All expenses are being paid by D. Arnold, whoever that is." Kim told her parents.
"Even from here to Costa Rica?" Asked Mr. Possible. She nodded. "How many people are planning on coming?"
Kim counted her fingers as she listed them. "Ron, Monique and Tara as my friends. Then there are the twins and Wade, you guys and then me. So that makes six adults and three children."
From what they knew, Mrs. Possible knew Wade never left his room. "Wade's leaving his house?" Kim nodded, smiling. "Yes, believe it or not."
They had talked about plans for a while, then Kim finally signed the paper. She had copied the address from which it came and also mailed it. The Possible family had waited for any response for awhile. Kim, along with everyone else had begun to pack on the fifteenth of February. Kim had packed almost everything you normally bring to hotels, and her mission clothes just incase. She had laid back awhile while waiting for any response. She and her friends had eventually gotten together at the mall, also. They were at a CD shop, with Ron as nervous as always with Tara around. Monique was listening to various rap while the three were all walking down the aisles of CDs talking. "What's the theme about?" Tara asked.
Picking up Good Charlotte and flipping it over ot the read the songs, Kim answered, "I really don't know. It's most likely tropical or something because that's the way the island should look if it's close to Central America."
"Isn't it dangerous to go to an island like that you never heard of before?" she asked again. Kim answered, "According to Wade, the government proved the island and the owners to be safe. It was signed about five years ago and gets re-signed about every fifteen years or so."
"Oh, alright." Tara answered, Ron being completely silent and blushing as Tara asked him what was wrong. Each of them bought a new CD for the flight and walked on home. At Kim's house they had received another package. This had come in a box. It was marked, "Personal" almost allover. It was the money for the trip. Nine thousand dollars in cash with an additional five hundred if there were any emergencies along the way, though they didn't really know by what that meant. Inside there was another hand-written note saying that the flight was on 2/18/03.
Everything had been arranged online... The plane tickets, Hotel reservations, where everything was in Costa Rica and so on. Finally, on the sixteenth everyone finally left. Mr. and Mrs. Possible had used their own money to rent a twelve passenger van for the trip, and they had to pick up Wade, Tara and Monique. Immediatly the twins started pestering Wade about telling them everything he's made and what they each did. Then Tara was picked up. She sat next to Ron, who blushed for about the seven hundreth time.
"Do you still have to pick up Monique?" she asked and Kim nodded, eventually starting up a conversation. Ron felt left out until Tara dragged him in too, asking a question about Rufus, who was asleep in Ron's pocket at the moment. They stopped at Moniques and she clambered in sitting behind the three in the row behind them. "Can't wait to get there, girl!" she said, referring to Kim and Tara.
They drove on for about an hour and eventually the sound of engines filled their ears. Outside the car, planes were taking off from the airport awhile away. Jim and Tim both pressed their faces up against the window and watched. Kim could tell that Wade was a little embarressed being around them when they acted like complete idiots, but then again he caught on a few times on the drive.
"We're here!" Mr. Possible said and parked the van. Everyone leaped out excitedly, but then again they weren't too comfortable about going to an island they've never really been to before. It was good knowing the government said it was alright, though.
They went into the airport and Mr. Possible set off to pay for the expensive tickets and to find their flight. Kim and her friends had to make sure Jim and Tim didn't wander off and do anything stupid. "Wait a minute..." Ron said, suddenly squeezing Tim's shoulder. "I see... snacks!"
He jumped up and ran for a vending machine, pulling Rufus out of a pocket. "Hey!" He squeaked.
"Sorry Rufus... wrong pocket!" he said and switched to his other pocket to pull out a dollar. He scanned the contents and punched in the number he wanted, waiting impatiently as the cheetos slowly began to shuffle, then move along. He turned back to where everyone else was and pointed to the vending machine, giving a thumbs up sign. It stopped and gave a final shuffle before falling. Ron swiftly grabbed it and then headed back to everyone else, already opening it and stuffing his face. "It's cheesy! Anyone want some?" most of them refused, but being Wade, Wade had to have some. Soon Mr. and Mrs. Possible came back.
"We found our plane. It's just leaving in ten minutes. We better get good seats." Mrs. Possible announced and handed everyone their tickets. They walked through the busy and large hallways of the airport and eventually found the line-up for the plane they were going to ride. They each showed their tickets and boarded. On the plane, there were three seats a row. In the back, Mr. and Mrs. Possible sat closest to the window so Monique -next to them- could lean over and talk to Kim. Kim was on the outside, then Tara and Ron next to the window. Behind them was Wade closest to the window, then Jim and Tim was on the outside.
The stewardess showed all the people boarded on the plane how to use all the buttons and various contraptions in the seats, and Jim and Tim tested all of them, annoying the stewardess. They came close to sending the pilot back before everyone got them to stop.
Like always, the four teenagers talked, Mr. and Mrs. Possible just kept pointing obvious things out from their veiw of the window. Wade wasn't very social other than to the people he meets online, so he was just trying to ignore the fact that Jim and Tim kept bugging him again about how the controls of the plane worked. It had been a long flight. Since they had left around three PM, traveled an hour and already flew about four and a half of the seven hours, it was soon around eight thirty. Tara was the first to fall asleep, on Ron's shoulder making him blush more than ever and feel very special. Kim had kept silent the rest of the way, not wanting Tara to wake up because she thought it was a cute sight. Jim and Tim finally fell silent for a long time, causing peace and they eventually fell asleep. Kim had stayed awake until an hour later and then soon fell into the clutches of sleep.
Around midnight Kim woke to her ears popping. She opened her eyes slowly and realized they were landing. She looked past the sleeping Ron and Tara and out the window. It was an airport. She saw lights of a city also. She realized that today was the seventeenth. The PA came on and the pilot had asked everyone to stay in their seats until the plane had fully landed. That woke everyone but Monique. Ron slowly awakened and also looked out the window. "What time is it?" he slowly asked.
Mr. Possible looked at is watch. "Right now it is exactly twelve o' eight."
Hearing that everyone moaned and Mr. Possible didn't seem to know why. Kim leaned over and tapped Monique on the shoulder. She made a snorting sound and continued to sleep heavily. This time, Kim flicked her on the forehead, fully awakening her.
"We're here!" she smiled, and Monique slowly looked out the window realizing how late it was.
"Woo-hoo." she said dully and leaned her head back, trying to fall asleep again. The plane finally touched down, causing it to bounce a little. Monique couldn't find a moments peace and decided to stay fully awake. Soon it was completely stopped and they walked in the humid night to try to find the terminal. It was a long walk, and a little hard to see.
"How are we going to get to the hotel?" asked Tara.
Kim answered, "Someone should be giving us a ride."
They eventually found it and walked in. The sound of bustling people awoken them more and they tried to find anyone with a sign or something. It was quiet until Tim burst out, "THEY HAVE A SIGN!", and he pointed.
Everyone looked in the direction of where he was pointing. There was a black man probably in his thirties with a sign at his side that simply said. 'Possibles and others.' He looked like he didn't want to be here, because he was leaning with his back against the wall and was staring out into space. Not being too smart or polite, Tim once again shouted out, "WE'RE THE POSSIBLES!"
He heard him, probably everyone did, and he looked their way and smiled, walking on over.
TBC
Authoresses notes - Thing were happening way too fast but I didn't have the patience. So please reveiw if you liked it, and I eat flame's faces.
Disclaimer - All Kim Possible characters belong to Disney. All others belong to me; and the Isla. Dag. Project. D. Eagan, Dr. Alto, D. Arnold, are copyright me,
Carnivores Prologue
It was the afternoon in Siberia, but through all the flurry snow it appeared close to nighttime. There was a small site in the snow with long tents and there was a long, a deep hole also, with another plastic covering over it to keep the snow from getting in. A helicopter slowly descended clumsily in the heavy wind. Once landed, someone stepped out shivering. Kim Possible hugged her shoulders. Wade told her it might be best to dress in warm layers, put it felt like to keep warm she wouldn't be able to move with all of them. Her best friend, Ron Stoppable hopped down also and instantly stopped. "KP, it's way too cold!"
She turned and shrugged to him, indicating there was nothing she could do. He made a moan and followed Kim to where she was headed. A man in a brown, thick coat and ear muffs too large for his head walked on up hurriedly. "Kim Possible?"
She nodded. "Anything you need?"
The man smiled, probably causing his lips to crack in several places. "Yes. My name is Dr. Alto. We've had some problems on our experiment out here. From staying out in the cold last night, all of our jeeps and the two helicopters have frozen up. The propellers won't move an inch."
He nodded off to the side, showing two helicopters planted firmly on the ground, and only a few yards away about six jeeps. Kim knew that this was important, but was curious about the 'experiment.' "What's the experiment?"
Dr. Alto shifted from foot to foot. "We're trying to see how the cold affects different chemicals like neon, and other substances from the noble gases," he sniffed. "We would've put them in just a cooler or something but we tried something more... environmental."
"Alright." Kim said, and walked on over to the helicopter. A large, dark green plastic box was being loaded onto one of the helicopters, and it was marked 'Fragile... do not open in intense heat, hazard.' Kim knew that gases could be dangerous, so she thought it might be one of them. The people carrying the box aloud her to climb up, so she was lying on the side of it with her head near the propellers. She looked down near the 'socket' of where they spin and saw layers of frost coating it. Ron also climbed up next her side.
"What are you going to do with that?" Ron asked, watching as Kim pulled some device out of her pack that Wade had given to her for this mission. She showed it to him.
"It's like an every day putty knife, except it can be heated. A have to do it this way, because with my laser pen I might damage something." she said and began to work.
She did it slowly, as the tip began to slowly get warmer. It would take awhile to finish, so she tried to hurry up. As the frost began to get chipped away, Kim heard the sound of a groan coming from the socket. She paused for a minute and then started again. It gave another groan and began to spin slowly. Kim slid off of the helicopter with Ron as Dr. Alto walked over to them. "Thanks, Kim Possible! We should be able to get back now and ask for something like a bigger helicopter to pick up the jeeps, and get a real mechanic for our second 'coptor."
Kim nodded. "Alright. I hope the experiment goes well, I gotta jet."
She and Ron made their way back to their own helicopter and it lifted off of the ground, then slowly made its way forward. Dr. Alto watched as they went. He sighed in relaxation, realizing what could've happened if she figured out the truth. He turned and saw the helicopter carrying the important cargo lift off the ground, stirring the snow everywhere. It also disappeared into the snowy skies, and he prayed it would get back safely with no troubles.
1. School ending, invitations and Cheetos
Kim Possible woke to the sound of her alarm clock going off. She turned it off and sat up in bed. Today was the last day of school! She swung her feet over the side of the bed and smiled to herself, mentally listing everything she would have a break from; Bonnie, Homework, cheerleading now that Bonnie was the captain, Mr. Barkin, no time left from constant missions and school, Bonnie and Bonnie. She stood up and walked to her closet. She would miss her crush, Josh Mankee. The only time she ever really saw him was at school, so it seemed to be the only downfall. She pulled out her lime green top and blue cargo pants and changed. Downstairs, the Possible family was all eating. Jim and Tim were hysterical about school ending, and Mr. and Mrs. Possible were already planning family trips. Kim came on down and sat with them, looking at the plate in front of her. "Mom, can I go to Bueno Nacho after school with Monique and Ron?" she asked, beginning to poke at her scrambled eggs with a fork. Mrs. Possible nodded. "Sure, Kimmie."
Jim and Tim continued to list the pranks they should play on the teachers. Kim just rolled her eyes and continued eating. After she was done, she checked the time and figured Ron would be here soon. She went upstairs to her bathroom to get ready. She finished brushing her teeth and ran downstairs and opened the door. Ron was getting prepared to knock. "Hey KP! Ready for the last day of school?" he shouted.
She couldn't but smile even though he was over-reacting. "Yup!" she replied and they started to walk to school. Kim had asked Ron about Bueno Nacho, and he couldn't pass the chance.
School was normal except the end of grade tests in about two of the five classes she had, not including exploratory classes. Then they got yearbooks and the school let the last hour of school be used for friends to sign each other's yearbooks. Everything wasn't too bad except now that the seniors are getting ready to graduate, htey could torture their teachers. In the halls, Kim had asked a couple of her cheerleader friends to sign yearbooks. Ron had gotten a message from Tara saying how much she would miss him over the break, and he blushed when he read it. They had caught up with Monique and asked about going to Bueno Nacho. She agreed to come and 'celebrate' the end of the school year.
After school, everyone was in Bueno Nacho. Ron and Monique were having a contest to see who could eat their nachos the fastest. Kim found this amusing and was going to judge who had won when the Kimmunicator jingled. She pulled it out of her cargo pockets and answered it. "Hey Wade. What's the sitch?"
"Do you remember the scientists you helped in Siberia a few days ago?" Wade asked. She nodded. "I know one of them for being a great mathematician. He's with the scientists, who are with someone named Brian Eagan. Everyone just calls him Eagan, though. He's made some kind of themed island. With your help at Siberia, and with me just knowing them they invited us to the island."
"Okay. So what's the theme?" Kim asked.
Wade shrugged. "They even won't tell me. They're almost close to begging us to come, and one of their reasons is we'd be the first visitors on the island before it opens up. No one really seems to know about it except for them, and now me and you."
"They're sending letters and more information to you through mail, and you should find out more about that soon." He said and ended his end of communication. Kim also turned hers off and faced Ron and Monique again. It looked like they had heard everything they just said. "Your lucky KP. School just ended and your already going on a trip to a themed island." Ron said. Kim rolled her eyes. "So not the Drama, Ron. I bet they'll let me invite a couple of my friends, and most likely my whole family too. That includes you, too." Kim added, seeing Monique feeling left out.
A few days had passed since she found out about the island. She had asked her parents, saying it'll be best for the twins, and that obviously made them agree to go. Kim was towel-drying her hair when there was a knock on the bathroom door. "Kimmie, something came in the mail for you. It's pretty big." Mrs. Possible said outside the door. Wearing clothes, Kim answered, "You can come in."
She got the mail and it was a packet. She opened it to see another folder. Inside there were various papers. She flipped through them and stopped on a random paper near the middle. On it, it said - TerrorB. = Phor. Gast. 1m. 24m. And it showed a six-sided figure with two small areas outlined. Kim found this useless. She turned back to the front paper, now noticing the handwritten yellow note off to the side;
Dear Kim Possible, As you can imagine we don't have much in the way of formal promotional materials yet. But this should give you some idea of the Isla. Dag. Project. I think it's very exciting! Looking forward to discussing this with you! Hope you can enjoy us! Regards, D. Eagan (Feel free to invite any friend's you'd like, the more the merrier!)
The note seemed to be all she could understand at the time. She scanned down the paper and saw a small amount of writing she could find useful - FLIGHTS TAKE OFF AT 10:30 AM. Private Jet, Airport #6807. Flight #42
Costa Rica. flight42 over Pacific
Flight date - 2/18/03
She could see that the jet to leave to the Island was in Costa Rica now. And the Airport number was six thousand eight hundred seven. It looked like the flight would be flying over the pacific to get to the island. She could show this all to Wade later. At the time she set it to the side and continued drying her hair. Later that night she was sitting on her bed, flipping through the papers and talking to Wade.
"What's the airport number?" Wade asked, and Kim told it to him. He typed it into his computer and he pressed a button to show Kim what he saw. It was a map that showed Central America. There was a single, beeping red dot to show the airport. "I've found the airport. And the private jet - number forty two - is currently scheduled to fly here."
He typed in something, and the map zoomed out some. There were two small islands about a four hour flight from Costa Rica. "I tried to at least get into the islands system to see if it was alright, but it was hacker-free, and the computers hacking defenses were too high. I need about ten passwords to get in anyway. But it does show that the island was approved to be owned by the government."
"Alright." Kim answered. "I guess we're just going to have to see what the islands about."
Another letter was sent a few days afterwards. This was typed, and read -
Kim Possible, The flight to the Isla. Dag. Has been scheduled. Please return the following information signed before 2/14/03 if planning to attend to the project COSTA RICA.
Airport - 6807 Private Jet, #42
4.5 flight Costa Rica to Isla. Dag. Please mark how many people are coming on the trip. All expenses are by -
(Signed ---- D. Eagan, D. Arnold, Isla. Dag. Staff and personnel) ____ Adult(s) ____ Children
(Adult = 13 years of age and older)
Kim had asked her parents about the transportation. "All expenses are being paid by D. Arnold, whoever that is." Kim told her parents.
"Even from here to Costa Rica?" Asked Mr. Possible. She nodded. "How many people are planning on coming?"
Kim counted her fingers as she listed them. "Ron, Monique and Tara as my friends. Then there are the twins and Wade, you guys and then me. So that makes six adults and three children."
From what they knew, Mrs. Possible knew Wade never left his room. "Wade's leaving his house?" Kim nodded, smiling. "Yes, believe it or not."
They had talked about plans for a while, then Kim finally signed the paper. She had copied the address from which it came and also mailed it. The Possible family had waited for any response for awhile. Kim, along with everyone else had begun to pack on the fifteenth of February. Kim had packed almost everything you normally bring to hotels, and her mission clothes just incase. She had laid back awhile while waiting for any response. She and her friends had eventually gotten together at the mall, also. They were at a CD shop, with Ron as nervous as always with Tara around. Monique was listening to various rap while the three were all walking down the aisles of CDs talking. "What's the theme about?" Tara asked.
Picking up Good Charlotte and flipping it over ot the read the songs, Kim answered, "I really don't know. It's most likely tropical or something because that's the way the island should look if it's close to Central America."
"Isn't it dangerous to go to an island like that you never heard of before?" she asked again. Kim answered, "According to Wade, the government proved the island and the owners to be safe. It was signed about five years ago and gets re-signed about every fifteen years or so."
"Oh, alright." Tara answered, Ron being completely silent and blushing as Tara asked him what was wrong. Each of them bought a new CD for the flight and walked on home. At Kim's house they had received another package. This had come in a box. It was marked, "Personal" almost allover. It was the money for the trip. Nine thousand dollars in cash with an additional five hundred if there were any emergencies along the way, though they didn't really know by what that meant. Inside there was another hand-written note saying that the flight was on 2/18/03.
Everything had been arranged online... The plane tickets, Hotel reservations, where everything was in Costa Rica and so on. Finally, on the sixteenth everyone finally left. Mr. and Mrs. Possible had used their own money to rent a twelve passenger van for the trip, and they had to pick up Wade, Tara and Monique. Immediatly the twins started pestering Wade about telling them everything he's made and what they each did. Then Tara was picked up. She sat next to Ron, who blushed for about the seven hundreth time.
"Do you still have to pick up Monique?" she asked and Kim nodded, eventually starting up a conversation. Ron felt left out until Tara dragged him in too, asking a question about Rufus, who was asleep in Ron's pocket at the moment. They stopped at Moniques and she clambered in sitting behind the three in the row behind them. "Can't wait to get there, girl!" she said, referring to Kim and Tara.
They drove on for about an hour and eventually the sound of engines filled their ears. Outside the car, planes were taking off from the airport awhile away. Jim and Tim both pressed their faces up against the window and watched. Kim could tell that Wade was a little embarressed being around them when they acted like complete idiots, but then again he caught on a few times on the drive.
"We're here!" Mr. Possible said and parked the van. Everyone leaped out excitedly, but then again they weren't too comfortable about going to an island they've never really been to before. It was good knowing the government said it was alright, though.
They went into the airport and Mr. Possible set off to pay for the expensive tickets and to find their flight. Kim and her friends had to make sure Jim and Tim didn't wander off and do anything stupid. "Wait a minute..." Ron said, suddenly squeezing Tim's shoulder. "I see... snacks!"
He jumped up and ran for a vending machine, pulling Rufus out of a pocket. "Hey!" He squeaked.
"Sorry Rufus... wrong pocket!" he said and switched to his other pocket to pull out a dollar. He scanned the contents and punched in the number he wanted, waiting impatiently as the cheetos slowly began to shuffle, then move along. He turned back to where everyone else was and pointed to the vending machine, giving a thumbs up sign. It stopped and gave a final shuffle before falling. Ron swiftly grabbed it and then headed back to everyone else, already opening it and stuffing his face. "It's cheesy! Anyone want some?" most of them refused, but being Wade, Wade had to have some. Soon Mr. and Mrs. Possible came back.
"We found our plane. It's just leaving in ten minutes. We better get good seats." Mrs. Possible announced and handed everyone their tickets. They walked through the busy and large hallways of the airport and eventually found the line-up for the plane they were going to ride. They each showed their tickets and boarded. On the plane, there were three seats a row. In the back, Mr. and Mrs. Possible sat closest to the window so Monique -next to them- could lean over and talk to Kim. Kim was on the outside, then Tara and Ron next to the window. Behind them was Wade closest to the window, then Jim and Tim was on the outside.
The stewardess showed all the people boarded on the plane how to use all the buttons and various contraptions in the seats, and Jim and Tim tested all of them, annoying the stewardess. They came close to sending the pilot back before everyone got them to stop.
Like always, the four teenagers talked, Mr. and Mrs. Possible just kept pointing obvious things out from their veiw of the window. Wade wasn't very social other than to the people he meets online, so he was just trying to ignore the fact that Jim and Tim kept bugging him again about how the controls of the plane worked. It had been a long flight. Since they had left around three PM, traveled an hour and already flew about four and a half of the seven hours, it was soon around eight thirty. Tara was the first to fall asleep, on Ron's shoulder making him blush more than ever and feel very special. Kim had kept silent the rest of the way, not wanting Tara to wake up because she thought it was a cute sight. Jim and Tim finally fell silent for a long time, causing peace and they eventually fell asleep. Kim had stayed awake until an hour later and then soon fell into the clutches of sleep.
Around midnight Kim woke to her ears popping. She opened her eyes slowly and realized they were landing. She looked past the sleeping Ron and Tara and out the window. It was an airport. She saw lights of a city also. She realized that today was the seventeenth. The PA came on and the pilot had asked everyone to stay in their seats until the plane had fully landed. That woke everyone but Monique. Ron slowly awakened and also looked out the window. "What time is it?" he slowly asked.
Mr. Possible looked at is watch. "Right now it is exactly twelve o' eight."
Hearing that everyone moaned and Mr. Possible didn't seem to know why. Kim leaned over and tapped Monique on the shoulder. She made a snorting sound and continued to sleep heavily. This time, Kim flicked her on the forehead, fully awakening her.
"We're here!" she smiled, and Monique slowly looked out the window realizing how late it was.
"Woo-hoo." she said dully and leaned her head back, trying to fall asleep again. The plane finally touched down, causing it to bounce a little. Monique couldn't find a moments peace and decided to stay fully awake. Soon it was completely stopped and they walked in the humid night to try to find the terminal. It was a long walk, and a little hard to see.
"How are we going to get to the hotel?" asked Tara.
Kim answered, "Someone should be giving us a ride."
They eventually found it and walked in. The sound of bustling people awoken them more and they tried to find anyone with a sign or something. It was quiet until Tim burst out, "THEY HAVE A SIGN!", and he pointed.
Everyone looked in the direction of where he was pointing. There was a black man probably in his thirties with a sign at his side that simply said. 'Possibles and others.' He looked like he didn't want to be here, because he was leaning with his back against the wall and was staring out into space. Not being too smart or polite, Tim once again shouted out, "WE'RE THE POSSIBLES!"
He heard him, probably everyone did, and he looked their way and smiled, walking on over.
TBC
Authoresses notes - Thing were happening way too fast but I didn't have the patience. So please reveiw if you liked it, and I eat flame's faces.