Job opportunities

This is my first Kim Possible story (also my first ever fan fiction story by the way). I hope you like it, please R & R.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except a computer.
All Kim Possible and related characters are owned by the Disney corporation, which, contrary to common believe, I do not own.
Also, credit goes to Matthew Stover, I used a scene from one of his books in this story. If you know him you might know the scene. If not, you wouldn't care anyway.

Chapter 1: Job offer

"I'm telling you, he hates me," Ron said while walking down the hall with Kim. "Ever since I looked at him funny in 9th grade, he has held a grudge against me."

"Well, you got to admit that it was at least partly your fault that all the science lab's frog were running around in the halls." The redheaded girl said. A small, pink head popped out of Ron's pocket, "eeeewww, labfrogs, yack," the naked mole rat shuddered and then climbed on Ron's shoulder

Kim opened her locker, revealing a computer with an image of a dark skinned youngster. "What's the sitch Wade?"

"You've got a hit on the site from HenchCo." Wade responded.

"What has been stolen now?" an annoyed Kim asked.

"I don't know, there is only a request for you to come over there."

"Got transportation for us?"

Wade took a sip from his soda, "has been taken care of, HenchCo send a transport."

The HenchCo private jet sets down on the grass just outside the Middleton High School building. The teens enter, a bit wary seeing that the pilot is a henchman.

The jet lands at the HenchCo facility and Kim and Ron walk into the lobby where they wait until the secretary tells them Jack Hench is ready to see them.

"Okay, what was stolen and who did it?" Kim started the conversation while walking in Mr. Hench's office.

Jack Hench, with his usual sleek grin, told her that this time noting has been stolen. "Actually, we are currently protecting our equipment with remote switch offs, now any devise that is stolen can be switched off so that it is of no use anymore."

"Okaaay," Ron said, puzzled, "then why are we here?"

"I have a job offer for you," the villain equipment provider told Kim.

"WHAT?" Both teens screamed out together.

Ron looked baffled, "are you kidding? This is Kim Possible, we work for the good side y'know," Ron started to leave, dragging Kim with him.

"Wait," Mr. Hench quickly begged, "let me explain; miss Possible, you have been a great success in the battle against villains lately," the dark-haired Hench dealer told the teen heroine, showing a chart with a downward trend line, indicating the villains successes. "Not to mention the extra profit you brought us with new clients," Jack Hench turned the chart a quarter to show the increase in profit.

"However, recently the villains started to loose faith in their henchmen and switched to replacements, ranging from homemade robots to monkey minions." Ron flinched, remembering his not so pretty encounters with monkeys. Kim on the other hand, having had not such great experiences with robots, especially one certain synthodroid, was listening more intently, signing Mr. Hench to go on.

"When villains start making their own 'henchmen', business is decreasing. But also the danger to the two of you increases, think about malfunctioning and exploding droids, and what about diseases carried by monkeys."

At this point, the blond haired sidekick started to look pale, "Kim, Monkey Fist never said anything about vaccinating his monkeys."

Kim looked annoyed at Ron for mentioning the silly idea, "So, you are saying that it is better for all of us that the villains stick with henchmen," Kim asked, "What does it have to do with us?"

"I want you to help train the henchmen, provide some kind of final test to show they are ready to be proper henchman," the HenchCo president smiled, "Of course, you will still be able to keep a few steps ahead. And I am willing to put in a nice little bonus on top of your salary."

"Ok, first of all, KP would never deal with the kinds of you," Ron told bluntly, oblivious to the sparkle of interest in Kim's eyes. "Second, what kind of salary are we talking about," the blond teen added with a curious, almost greedy look "and what about that bonus?"

Jack Hench, knowing an opening when he saw one, smiled. "We're talking about fifty dollars an hour with chances of an increase if the program is successful. And as a bonus I am willing to give your computer technician the switch-off frequencies of all stolen devises."

"Sorry Mr. Hench," Kim told the man, "no matter how much you pay, I am not going to help you with any villainy business."

"But Kim," Ron said disappointed, "We're talking fifty dollars and hour, Fifty!" Seeing that this only got him an annoyed look from Kim, he tried another tactic; "Now we don't have to have any trouble anymore with doomsday machines and stuff, we can just switch them off, right?" Mr. Hench showed an awkward smile, "well, the remote only works line-of-sight, and devises that were bought legally are protected against remote switch-off."

"Yeah, like that will convince Kim," Ron said dryly.

"Just think about it. And in the meantime, please take these HenchCo gift sets, I think you will like them," Jack told handing both teens a lunchbox sized package. With that, Mr. Hench pressed a button, calling his assistant who led Kim and Ron to the jet that took them back home.

Kim and Ron were back at Kim's place, both still holding the HenchCo gifts, unsure of what to do with it.

"KP," Ron said, starting to open his package, "I know we're not into villainy stuff and such, but we would be making a lot of money. And it's not like it will be any harder on us to defeat some henchmen, right?"

"Just forget it," Kim said annoyed, I'm not going to do it!" meanwhile she had opened the HenchCo package and was studying its contents. "A voice modulator, a couple of smoke pellets and a debalance beam gun?"

Ron looked confused, "how do you know all those things, I've never seen this before."

"It says so on the folder," Kim told, holding out a folder with information about the gadgets, "here's also a small manual on how to use this."

"Who cares about some stupid folder," Ron sneered, "these things are meant work intuitively, lets try them out." Ron aimed the debalance beam gun at a nearby tree and pulled the trigger.

A blue and orange beam shot out of the gun, bouncing of the tree into a signpost, from there the beam bounced at a building and then shot straight at Kim, who could barely dodge it with a quick back flip. The beam hit a wall, reflected, and went to Kim once more, this time she had to drop flat to the ground to avoid the beam, the beam retraced its old path and finally hit Ron flat in the chest.

Ron stumbled back, dropping the gun, and fell to the ground, Kim run towards him to see how bad he was hurt. The beam appeared to have done no damage and Ron still seemed conscious, although he looked very pale. Ron started to get up, wobbled around drunkenly, and fell again.

Kim grabbed the information folder and started reading, "the debalance beam, this beam affects the balance system in any person that is hit, making them feel extremely dizzy. The beam will bounce of objects until a proper target is hit, so you can't miss. In the unlikely event that you hit yourself with this beam, don't worry, the beam is completely harmless and the effects wear out in about 15 minutes. Side effects may be nausea, vomiting and headaches."

"I'm going to be seasick," a green-looking Ron whined, he stumbled to some bushes, holding his hands to his mouth.

After the debalance beam effects wore off, Ron went home, still feeling sick. Kim looked at the other gadgets, the smoke pellets looked easy enough, but the voice modulator… now that was a whole other thing.

She read; "the voice modulator is able to mimic any voice and can even be used for imitating accents, it is also a blast to use on karaoke Fridays. To use the voice modulator, place the chip under your tongue, some practice may be required in order to make good voice imitations."

Kim placed the chip in her mouth and tried to do a Shego impression; "Hey Dr. D, seems your plan failed… again," the voice sounded with frightening realism like a certain green, dark haired villainess. Causing Kim to quickly remove the chip as if it had suddenly turned vile, vowing to never do 'that' again.

Middleton High, Kim was picking out her books for the next class when she heard a loud voice barking "Possible."

Startled, she looked at the tall man in a brown suit that was walking towards her. "Hi Mr. Barkin, is there a problem?" she asked with a nervous smile.

The vice principal bowed over her saying, "You might want to explain what happened yesterday between you and Stoppable in the supply closet?"

Shocked, Kim turned a deep red, remembering the two of them making out in the closet. She was sure nobody had been in the hall at that time, but how did Mr. Barking find out.

Kim made herself as small as possible while trying to give an explanation, silently wishing the ground would open and take her in… and then that very thing happened; suddenly a hole appeared in the ground, swallowing both Kim as Mr. Barkin.

The two fell into what appeared to be a large vacuum transport tube, which immediately took off. The tube went trough a large maze-like system until it ended in some kind of elevator shaft. The teen and the adult rolled out, right at the feet of a one-eyed woman in a Global Justice uniform.

"Dr. Director?" Kim said, dumbfounded.

"Kimberly, welcome back again at Global Justice," the leader of GJ said.

"Men, you guys have holes everywhere, don't you?" Mr. Barkin suddenly said, with a much different voice.

Both women looked startled at the man who, when he realised what he had said, gave a nervous chuckle and tool of his mask, revealing a blond haired teen with a nervous look on his face, "Gotcha KP," he nervously said.

"RON, you are so dead," Kim jelled and she started to walk towards her boyfriend in a way that did not promise nice and sweet things for Ron.

Betty Director stepped between the two teens and held out a hand to stop Kim, "Maybe you should wait with that, I first want to have a word with you Kim."

The red headed teen reluctantly stepped back and both women walked away for a short distance to talk more privately.

In the meantime, Ron deflated the broad shoulders of his 'Barkin'-suit and started to look for a way out that did not involve a severe 'being a punch bag' training session with Kim.

Ron spotted Will Du, the number one agent of GJ standing nearby, "dude, you know of a way out of here without KP noticing?"

Agent Du looked annoyed at 'the sidekick' of 'the amateur' talking to him.

"Come on," Ron said pleadingly, "she's going to kill me, an not in a nice way."

Will raised an eyebrow at the comment and remained silent, annoyed that he now apparently had to babysit 'the sidekick'. But then, he was usually even more annoyed by Kim Possible 'the amateur'.

"Why are you in disguise anyway," the agent asked Ron.

"Well…" Ron mumbled, "We have a teacher at school that has a grudge against me, he always blames me for everything while I never did him any wrong." More eyebrow raising from Will Du, "You know… sort of… well… I don't do it to him on purpose, it just happens. And then I spotted KP in the hall and I couldn't resist."

Agent Du sighed, "take the leftmost tube, it will take you to a safe place in the woods near your home, my advise is to stay clear of miss Possible until she has cooled down, you seem to have really upset her."

Ron looked shocked at the GJ agent, "you overheard what I said?"

Will nodded, "we have of course audio and video sensors near all the GJ tunnels, we need to know when to open one."

"If Kim finds out you overheard us, she'll come after you as well," Ron said while walking to the tube entrance, "are you sure you don't want to join me in hiding?"

"So, what's the sitch?" Kim asked Dr. Director as they walked trough the hallway towards the command centre of Global Justice headquarter.

"We found out about your job offer from Jack Hench recently, and we want you to take it."

Kim stared dumbfound at the GJ leader, "you actually want me to work there and improve the henchmen?"

"We want you to infiltrate in the HenchCo Corporation." Dr. Director told. "Until now, we are unable to put any charges against HenchCo even though we know HenchCo is the worlds largest producer for the villain industry," she continued with a sigh.

She looked at Kim again, "we want you to infiltrate and find some dirt on HenchCo. And in the meantime you can keep an eye on the villain activity."

"Why don't you use one of your own agents?" Kim asked, "Aren't they more suited for this kind of work?"

"Unfortunately, Jack Hench keeps a sharp track of all his employees, we have not been able to enter one of our agents.

But he has offered you a job, giving us an opportunity to get inside information." Now Dr. Director looked straight at Kim, "are you willing to take this assignment?"

"Ok," Kim told, "I'll do it, and I think I can get Ron into it as well." Frowning, she started to look around, "where is he anyway?

One of the GJ agents approached, saluting, "Mr. Stoppable has taken of in advance, he said he would catch up with miss Possible later."

"Did he go back to school?" Kim asked, looking at the now empty tube system.

The GJ agent responded, "No, he took the rightmost elevator, which will send around Middleton and drops him at the city dump."

"If he wanted to run from me, why didn't he go to the woods?" Kim said, frowning, "it's a less smelly place to hide."

Two hours later a very dirty and foul smelling Ron arrived at his home with all kinds of debris sticking to him.

Kim stood already waiting in the front yard, Ron considered running away from her, but he was too exhausted from having a load of waste dumped on him and then having to walk back home, at least he got to see Roachie again…

Ron slumped down on the grass; ready for whatever Kim would do to him, he deserved a beating for humiliating her, especially since half of Global Justice overheard as well.

Instead, Kim walked to him, with a smirk on her face and said; "I think you have been punished enough by taking the wrong shaft, but don't ever try to play such a trick on me again or you'll be very sorry…"

Then, with a frown, she asked, "what were you trying to achieve anyway by impersonating Mr. Barkin, as if one of him isn't enough."

Ron looked somewhat embarrassed; "I wanted to have revenge on him for the way to much detention time he gave me for the frog accident, and I figured that I could do something with these cool voice modulators, but then I saw you in the hallway and I couldn't resist."

Kim frowned at what Ron has just said, but then she though that he was right about the detention rules and that Mr. Barkin deserved a little punishment.

"I've got an idea, you know how Mr. Barkin has to shave like 14 times a day? Well, if you do the following…" and she explained her plan to Ron, who listened intensely.

When Kim finished he looked at her with an evil grin, "I think that might work, I'll get started on it right away."

"Mr. Barking can wait," Kim told him, "first we have more important things to do, Global Justice has asked us to agree with Mr. Hench's job offer so that we can infiltrate in the HenchCo facility and give inside information."

"Can't we just ask Wade to check things out?" Ron asked.

"Already tried that," Kim said, "Wade could not find any legal way to shut down HenchCo, although he provides to villains, Jack Hench is very careful not to do something illegal himself."

"So we're going to make a living out of kicking henchmen butt." Ron laughed.

"It sure seems that way," Kim chuckled, "lets contact Mr. Hench, and we also have to figure out some disguised."

"I don't suppose we can go as Zorpox and Sheila," Ron jested.

"I don't even want to remember them," Kim told him, only half jesting. "You're the disguises guy, can't you come up with something nice?"