A/N: This story is set in the AU of my 'Stolen Lives' series. In order for this story to make sense, you need to read the back story found in the Stolen Lives series. This story will be used to help fill in the blanks of what happened to Kim Possible in that story.
This story is going to be rather dark and disturbing but should be a pretty good mystery/action adventure story. I hope you all enjoy it. Remember as always write a review, receive a reply.
Now for the standard disclaimer, I do not own Kim Possible or the characters related to the show. They are the property of the Walt Disney Co.
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The ramrod straight veteran of many engagements between good and evil walked into her office. This was her domain, her command. Her office was the brain trust, the nerve center of a vast law enforcement empire, known as Global Justice. At 43, Dr. Betty Director had spent her life building one of the most feared law enforcement agencies in the world.
Global Justice could be found most anywhere on the planet. From Asia, the Australian Out Back, Africa, the Middle East, Russian, Europe, South America and on certain occasions if need be the United States.
Working in the United States was difficult, so many competing agencies to contend with. The FBI, BATF, NSA, CIA, IRS, INS, Treasury Department, not to mention the local police departments for each state and local municipalities, made operations inside the United States difficult at best.
The United States under pressure from the many assorted lobbying groups had chosen not to sign United Nations mandate LE6267, an international agreement specifying that if a need arose Global Justice could be called in to aide Governmental Law Enforcement bodies in the event a crisis deemed their presence necessary.
United Nations mandate LE6267 spelled out what duties Global Justice could perform, GJ could assist in Governmental and local investigations, could render humanitarian aid, could protect and defend local citizenry, could serve international warrants and extradite known criminals, could aid in peace keeping functions in conjunction with United Nations forces and aid in disaster relief.
What UN mandate LE6267 also outlined what GJ could not do, Global Justice could not side with any warring party in an armed conflict. Global Justice could not interfere with the sovereignty of any legally recognized government. Global Justice could not use torture to obtain information. Global Justice would also have to remove their personnel if a hosting government refused to allow their prescience.
It had been a long hard fight for Betty Director to gain the trust of so many desperate groups. It was a trust she held to be sacred, a trust she made sure that every other agent held sacred as well. All the way from the lowly GJ7's to the elite GJ15's. They were preached to on a daily basis the importance of the trust the world had bestowed upon them.
As she entered her office, Dr. Betty Director took a file off the top of a small stack on her desk and reviewed it quickly, before she was to meet with the man waiting outside. Her phone rang on her desk. Glancing at it with her one good eye she ignored it for a moment. On the fifth ring she pressed the speaker button, "Yes"
"Dr. Director, William Chase is here to see you."
Glancing at the file once again, she frowned, "The Lieutenant Governor of the state of New Jersey."
"Anika, you may send him in."
William Chase the serving Lieutenant Governor of the state of New Jersey entered the room carrying a brief case. A tall man in a blue business suite entered the office. He was in his late 50's. She could tell by his demeanor that he was a career politician who had never really known adversity in his life. A soft man, not a man fit for military service but a man that was not out of place in the world of politics. Betty Director came out from behind her desk and took the man's hand, "Mr. Chase, I'm so sorry to hear of your loss."
He took in the Global Justice Chief Operations Officer, the military bearing that radiated confidence. The blue Global Justice uniform had not a single crease in it, the wide brown leather bet with the bronze global justice logo shined with any evidence of tarnish. The black paratrooper boots only added to her overall competent appearance. Her brown hair with just a hint of grey was worn short, above the collar. An eye patch over right eye gave the impression she could not only talk the talk but walk the walk.
William Chase accepted the condolence well, "Thank you Dr. Director. The death of my daughter is precisely why I'm here."
Doctor Director nodded her head and offered the man a seat in front of her desk, "A no nonsense man who wants to get right down to business. I can respect that." She thought.
"Please have a seat Mr. Chase and tell me of your situation."
The man took a seat in one of the leather office chairs opposite of Dr. Director's desk and cleared his throat, "As you are aware, my youngest daughter Stephanie was raped and murdered in the SoHo district of New York City. Her body was found in an alley way just off of Canal Street."
"Has there been an arrest in the case?" Dr. Director asked as she began to take notes.
Sighing, William Chase shook his head. "No, the investigation was going well until the DNA information came back and the investigation ceased."
Doctor Director raised an eyebrow, "Ceased..."
William Chase explained, "Yes, no word was given by the NYPD or the District Attorney's office. The investigation was just halted. I tried to find out why and was assured that the investigation was still underway."
"So if the investigation is still underway..." Dr. Director made a small gesture with her hands to indicate there was little Global Justice could do.
"I have some friends in law enforcement back in New Jersey and they have their contacts inside the NYPD. They informed me the investigation was placed on the back burner because of the DNA evidence from the rape kit." Mr. Chase explained as he opened his brief case.
Dr. Director watched the man pull out a folder and hand it to her. "This would be?"
William Chase pointed to the folder, "This is the report on the DNA evidence. There were two distinct samples of semen taken from my daughter."
Looking over the report she nodded her head at what she saw, "So there were two attackers then."
"This is where it gets strange. One of the semen samples is from Gerald Wayne Macey." Mr. Chase informed her.
Dr. Director's head shot up from the file at the mention of the famous mass murder. "The Sausage King?"
"Yes"
"I thought he was in prison?" Betty Director said as she made a few quick notes on the pad next to her computer.
Nodding his head, William Chase confirmed that he was. "He was sentenced to serve 16 consecutive life sentences. He was sent to a Super Maximum Security Penitentiary in Florence Colorado, until the volcano erupted back on 07. He was transferred to another Maximum Security facility in Marion, Illinois to serve out his sentence."
"So how does this man's DNA turn up at a crime scene in a relatively busy area, trendy shops, theaters, restaurants, a relatively well traveled area completely unnoticed?" Dr. Director said as she rubbed her chin.
"Why did all activity stop on this case when the discovery was made?" William Chase asked.
"Yes, why indeed?" Dr. Director said quietly as her mind began to run the names of agents that could be deployed to the United States.
William Chase dropped another piece of information that would lead Dr. Betty Director to commit Global Justice's resources to the investigation. At least GJ would be committed in a strictly unofficial capacity. "There have been other attacks. My daughter's murder was only one of six. All with dual DNA, all with the investigations placed on the back burner."
Dr. Director looked at the man, "My curiosity has been peaked. You of course know of our limitations inside the United States."
William Chase nodded his head, "Yes, the only help in the investigation that I can give would be unofficial and would have to remain strictly confidential. As you can imagine the embarrassment it would cause if a sitting Lt. Governor of a neighboring state were to be implicated in interfering with a supposed ongoing investigation."
"So if I were to assign anyone to this mission, it would have to be someone self sufficient. This person must have knowledge of local customs, and have the ability to blend in with the surroundings." Dr. Director mused.
"Someone who would be able to work both sides of the street as there would be no official help coming from any quarter. This person would have to also be discrete, very discrete. This job could be a very unpleasant one."
Doctor Director smiled, "Don't worry Mr. Chase, I know just the unpleasant person to assign to this mission."
At 23 years old Kim Possible had packed as much into her life as most 60 year olds. Fighting super villains in her teens, while maintaining a straight A, 4.0 grade point average. She had laid before herself a bright future. Selected to attend Cambridge University her academic career began normally enough.
Until one fateful day when she met and fell madly in love with Eduardo Alfredo Carlos Micheal Filipe de Barbon, or at least she believed at the time she was in love. At Eduardo's urging she turned her back on the life she had before. She turned her back on her family, her old friends, her old life and ultimately her old love Ronald Stoppable.
She soon dropped out of Cambridge as she and her new love Eduardo partied their way across Europe. Life was Eduardo was so easy due to his family's vast wealth. It was only natural for Kim to say yes when she proposed marriage to her after only a month into their relationship.
Eduardo had opened new doors for her. She no longer felt any inhibition in her life. If she felt like doing something, she just did it. The openly permissive society in Europe was far more to her liking than the country where she had came from. Deciding it was time to cut all ties with her past she returned home to Middleton, Colorado.
Upon arrival in her old home town, she raged against her parents and brothers for the soft lifestyle they led. For standing by and allowing other to starve and live in subjugation while they stood by and did nothing. It didn't seem to matter that while she lived in Middleton with them that she had stood by and done nothing as well. Europe, had changed her, made her more aware of her responsibilities.
Then the following day arrived, her former boyfriend Ron Stoppable and her old friend Monique Williams dropped by to see her. She smugly told them of her plans and savaged Monique in a long and insulting tirade about her how shabbily she was attired. Not even her childhood friend Ron was spared from her ferocity. She still felt something for him, but it was only the affection of an old childhood friend. Not the mature feelings she now felt for her new fiancée.
She soon left Colorado and the country she now hated and returned to England. She went to Eduardo's flat to discover him with another woman. The other woman was upset with Kim. After all she was Eduardo's fiancée. After a few hours of unfriendly persuasion, Kim discovered that she was in fact one of four fiancées.
Her life spiraled downward from there. For the next two years, she didn't care what happened to her any longer. She partied her way across Europe in discothèques and night clubs. Then she discovered Amsterdam.
Amsterdam with it's permissive drug laws and sex industry was just what Kim felt the doctor had ordered. It was here that Kim Possible had finally hit rock bottom in an Amsterdam jail cell for aggravated assault and battery in the notorious De Wallen, red light district.
Kim had been a frequent customer at area smart shops, spending whatever money she could come up with on various narcotics. Her personal favorite was a hallucinogenic mushroom laced with LSD. This particular drug would give Kim the sensation of free falling. She had always liked free falling when she parachuted into missions, and armed with her favorite mushrooms she could free fall for days.
The only problem was the landing. The withdrawal symptoms from the mushrooms were brutal and painful. One evening she was coming down from a mushroom high. She was approached for sex by a German university student thinking she was a prostitute.
She lured him into a back alley and negotiated a price. As the boy was taking out his wallet, Kim pounced and beat the boy unconscious. Taking his wallet she quickly made her way to her favorite smart shop to buy more mushrooms when she was detained by the local police for questioning.
Once her identity was discovered it triggered a program searching for names on one of the many super computers inside Global Justice, an alert had been sent to Dr. Director's office.
Global Justice then contacted the authorities in Amsterdam to hold Kim Possible until further notice. Dr. Betty Director arrived at the local jail and offered Kim a second chance at life.
That was 2 years ago, and now Kim was one of Global Justice's top flight field agents. Having passed a rather intense and maddening internship with number one GJ Agent Will Du, Kim was finally granted her agents license and promoted to an entry level GJ 9 field operative position.
In a perfect world this would seem like a happy ending. The only problem now was that suspects under investigation had an alarming tendency to end up dead. On the four major cases Kim had worked, the first arrest the case was thrown out of court due to excessive force used by the arresting officer. In other words Kim had beaten the stuffing out of the international gun runner after he had surrendered himself into her custody.
The next three cases ended in fatalities for the suspects. All the fatalities Kim had reasonable explanations for the use of deadly force. This to the outside world was acceptable. To the highly trained eye of Dr. Betty Director it was apparent that Kim Possible was staging executions in order for her cases not to be thrown out on...mere technicalities.
Betty Director was close to pulling Kim off of active duty. That was of course until Lt. Governor William Chase of New Jersey had entered the scene with a case that could involve one of the most notorious mass murders the world had ever seen. The man known as the Sausage King, Gerald Wayne Macey, it was obvious to Dr. Director that there was only one field agent she felt comfortable sending into the maul of chaos known as New York City to pursue a potential mass murder. That person was of course Kimberly Ann Possible.
Doctor Director picked up her telephone and dialed Kim's mobile phone. On the second ring it was answered. She winced as she realized Kim wasn't alone, she had company of the male variety with her.
"...stop that I'm on the phone...Hello..." The giggling voice said from the other side of the phone connection.
Betty Director frowned. She could feel one of her headaches coming on. "Kimberly drop the man your with and report to my office immediately."
"Men"
Taken momentarily by surprise, she inquired further. "Men?"
"Yeah, men...you see...I met this Irish rugby team, and..."
Dr. Director could feel her temper begin to simmer, "Kimberly I am not interested in your latest sexual conquests."
"Oh...right...I'll be in...directly...more or less."
Hitting a button to disconnect the phone, she punched another button to contact her secretary. "Anika, trace Kimberly Possible's tracker chip and give me a location."
"Right away, Dr. Director."
Leaning back in her chair, Betty Director groaned. "I'm going to have to have a little talk with Kimberly about her sexual appetites while on Global Justice time."
The telephone on her desk rang. Dr. Director quickly picked it up, "Yes"
"Agent Possible's IDent tracking chip is being jammed by an outside source."
Dr. Director threw up her hands in defeat, "Of course, of course...I should have known. Well it's nice to know Mr. Load is still up to his old tricks."
A very satisfied redhead sat on the edge of a bed in a rather high end hotel in Geneva Switzerland. Lacing up her black leather jump boots she looked up at 5 rather exhausted naked men lying in various positions around the hotel room. Grinning happily at the men, Kim reminded them of the bet they had lost. "Time to pay up boys..."
A sweaty and exhausted man with red hair groaned and searched for his pants. Finding them he threw his wallet to Kim, "Eye' Lassie, you were true to your claim. You wore us all out."
Kim opened the wallet and extracted twenty five Euros and threw it back to the man. The bet was a simple one, each man put up five Euros that Kim could out last the men in the sack. If Kim won she would get the 25 euros if she lost...well she would have had the pleasure of having tried.
She finished lacing up her boots and stood up. She walked over to a rather tired looking blonde headed man. "Oh poor, poor Derek, you tried the hardest of all."
The man grinned wearily, "You were indeed amazing Lassie..."
Kim kissed the man tenderly on the lips, and told him in her best Irish brogue, "Let that be a lesson to yah...No one bests Kimmie Bang Bang in the bedroom."
Standing to her full height, she glanced at herself in the mirror. She made sure her sholder length red hair was neat and brushed to her satisfaction. She next examined her Global Justice uniform to make sure she was presentable for her appointment with Dr. Director.
Everything looked to be in place, dark blue slacks, clean and pressed. Light blue shirt, clean, with gold name badge over left breast pocket, tan GJ patch on left sleeve, blue United Nations emblem on right. Black gun belt secured to her waist, three snap on compartments containing extra magazines for her service pistol on her left hip. On her right hip was her Berretta model 92 Vertec service pistol chambered for the 9mm NATO round.
The pistol had served Kim well, the 15 shot handgun had a new vertical grip, a short reach trigger, thinner grip panels, an integral accessory rail system for the addition of a laser sight, a removable front site that Kim had fitted with a Tritium night site that glowed lime green in the dark and a beveled magazine well to aid in faster reloading for high pressure combat situations. The gun was streamlined for people like Kim with smaller hands, and Kim had loved the feel of the pistol in her hands.
Kim also had a few more additions made to the gun. She had the gun fitted with a slightly longer threaded barrel for the attachment of a silencer. An item that was strongly frowned upon by her employer but an item she had found extremely useful in the field. She also had the safety removed to allow the gun to be instantly ready the moment it was drawn. Kim Possible believed the best safety was her right index finger.
She patted the gun that she had affectionately nicknamed Snowman Hank. Kim winked at herself in the mirror as she reassured herself, "The snowman is cocked and locked."
With everything in order to her satisfaction, Kim turned her attention back to her playmates of the night. "Well guys, I'm off for work...Oh, and if it means anything to you? Rugby's my new favorite sport."
The men cheered half heartedly as Kim turned and left the hotel room. Closing the door behind her she surveyed the hallway for anything suspicious as she walked towards the elevator bank at the end of the hallway.
A man in business attire stood waiting for an elevator. He was reading a newspaper and at first took no notice of Kim. Kim pulled out her cell phone that Wade had given her and turned it on. The screen on the phone lit up. She had two voice mails to listen to. She pushed the button to access the voice mailbox and pressed one to hear the new messages at the prompt.
"Hello. Kimberly this is Otto. I just got back from the doctor and I have good news. It was just the flu and not a sexually transmitted disease..."
Kim made a face and quickly pressed the button to skip the message. She mumbled to no one in particular. "Well that's always nice to know."
"Kim, Wade, call me."
Looking at the phone she mumbled, "What's the sitch Wade?"
Glancing to the right she noticed that the middle aged business man was now looking at her. Kim nodded her head in greeting to him. "Anything I can help you with? I'm all about helping people."
The man glanced once again at Kim's uniform. In heavily accented German he replied, "Ver is no problems in der hotel, I trust?"
Kim's face was expressionless as she answered, "Routine investigation, nothing to see here."
The elevator arrived and they both stepped inside. The man pressed the button for the lobby and Kim looked out of the glass elevator car to see what the weather was like outside. The sun was out, but that meant little in Switzerland in November. It would be nippy outside.
As the elevator settled to a stop and the door slid open. Kim walked out into the lobby. She walked up to the coat check room and handed the lady her claim check. She turned to study the people in the lobby. No one appeared to look like Global Justice agents. Grinning as she took her coat, she tipped the lady a Euro and slipped into the waist length uniform coat.
The grin never left her face as she glanced around the lobby again. Walking out the revolving front door of the hotel she walked to the bus stop on Ru De Saint-Georges. The dampening field that her old friend Wade Load had developed to hide her location from Global Justice was working like a charm.
Kim was tired of spending her free time trying to hide from Agent Will Du and other agents on her nights off. If she felt like going to a club and partying all night long she was going to do it and that's all there was to it. She was so sick of coming out of a club and just by chance bumping into Agent Du. He would ask in that smug voice of his, "Kimberly, do you really think this is where you need to be right now?"
Now thanks to Wade she was able to escape the detail assigned to babysit her. She just hoped that Dr. Director would finally start trusting her. She was off the drugs and was never going to slip back into her old life. She had been clean for over two years now. Kim felt she had earned some measure of trust from Dr. Director. Maybe they could back off on the few nights she had off. She'd bring that up at her next performance review.
The bus pulled to a stop at the curb. She got on and showed her transit pass to the driver. Finding a seat as bus pulled away, Kim looked out the window. Geneva was truly a lovely city she thought. A nice mix of medieval buildings and modern architecture, it was so much different than Middleton was. Or at least the way it used to be before the Lowardians attacked.
She was tired. She could tell she was tired. Having been up entertaining the rugby guys all night long had made her tired. She hated being tired because it made her think of home. She didn't like thinking of home or the life she had lived before leaving for Cambridge. It was just too painful.
Kim sighed, and thought about how long it had been since she had seen her parents. She looked out the window again and frowned at the realization that it had been over five years since she had last spoken to them. Five years since she had called her mother and father all those hateful names.
Taking a deep breath she forced the thoughts from her mind. She accepted the fact that she could never go home again, not ever. Too much had happened to her over the last five years, she had done too many awful things and felt there was no way she could ever face her parents again.
Especially not her mother, compared to that saintly woman Kim felt she was nothing. Her mother was a brain surgeon, an educated woman who was able to juggle both work and family. Kim shook her head how could she ever face her and tell her that she was just a reformed drug addict turned cop. Kim shook her head again to get those thoughts out her mind. "I need to focus and stop thinking about how badly I screwed up my life." She thought to herself.
The bus finally arrived at Rue Du Rohn. Kim stepped off the bus and looked down the street towards the gleaming glass and steel tower that was the world headquarters of Global Justice. Taking a deep breath once again to shake away the cobwebs from the previous night she made her way towards the building.
Walking up the ramp designed for wheel chair access she reached into her pocket and showed the agents standing watch at the front doors her identification badge. They nodded to her as she made her way inside.
Once inside the building she made a quick left into Starbucks. It was early and she hadn't had any sleep, if she were to meet with Dr. Director she was going to need a dose of caffeine. There was a small line at the counter as the morning rush was over for the day.
The dark complexioned man behind the counter looked up, "Hey, Agent Kimberly...Late night?"
Kim smiled at the Italian who was working the counter at the coffee shop. The dark swarthy Italian was probably quite delicious looking back in his youth, Kim thought. "Yeah Giorgio, late night."
"Ha, I could tell by looking at your eyes." The man said.
"Oh man..." Kim moaned painfully.
"You want the usual."
Kim nodded her head sadly, "Better make it a double."
Giorgio went to work preparing a large cup of the house blend for his customer. He glanced up at the redheaded beauty before him. "Kimberly, you need to quit the partying, you need to find a nice man and settle down..."
"...and have a bunch of kids." Kim finished the all too familiar mantra that Giorgio would say to her at least 3 times a week.
"It is true, all these late nights, gunfights and Global Justice stuff is not good for you." He said as he handed Kim her coffee.
Kim took the brew happily and handed him a few bills for the coffee. "Giorgio, I can't get married. Once you got married all the good men had been taken."
Giorgio ran a hand through his thinning hair, "This much is true. But I think if you were to find such a man you would be...what is the expression? Uh...Too high of maintenance..."
Laughing Kim nodded her head, "You got that right."
Taking her coffee she headed to a bank of elevators. Today she would to use 'THE' elevator, the private elevator to the 12th floor where Dr. Betty Director's office was located. She pressed the button and the door opened. Kim stepped inside, reaching into her pocket she pulled out her keys and stuck the special key into the slot and pressed the button marked 12.
The elevator doors closed, she could hear the soft hum as the elevator rose from the ground floor. Kim took a sip of her coffee and tried to think of anything she had done over the previous two weeks that she would have to explain. She screwed up her face as she thought. Nope, nothing came to mind, except of course Wade's dampening field, but she could always just play dumb about that.
The door slid open revealing the reception area. Kim spotted the very proper looking Anika Geiser eyeing her as she stepped from the elevator. Kim quickly raced towards the desk. "Don't tell her I'm here yet."
The blonde secretary was in her mid thirties and had been Dr. Director's private secretary for the last 5 years. For the last two years she had become accustomed to Agent Possible's rather disorganized entrances. "Of course Agent Possible..."
Kim leaned down to eye level with the secretary, "How do my eyes look?"
Looking into Kim's eyes she winced, then reached beneath her desk for her purse. "Dr. Director's a bit upset that you could not be located via your Ident tracking chip this morning." She said casually as she searched her purse.
Taking a sip from her coffee cup, Kim mumbled. "Mm...mmmmm......"
Anika looked up, "Excuse me. I didn't understand what you said."
Kim blinked innocently, "Oh...I said, I wouldn't know anything about that."
"She's also concerned that you maybe…entertaining your male companions while in uniform."
Shrugging, Kim explained, "Men love a girl in uniform."
Handing Kim a bottle of eye drops the all too suspicious secretary replied. "I see..."
Blinking as the solution entered her eyes, Kim nodded her head. "Nope don't know anything about that either. OK, I'm ready to see God."
"That's Dr. Director Kimberly, God does not work here."
Kim cringed, "Damn, busted..."
"You may go in now Agent Possible."
Her shoulders slumped in defeat. Kim reached for the handle of the door and walked into Dr. Director's office. The prim and proper looking chief executive the worlds foremost law enforcement agency was seated behind her desk. Kim was about to say something, but was cut off by her boss.
"SIT"
Taking a sip of coffee Kim did as she was told.
Dr. Director stood up from her desk. "What do you know about 'The Sausage King'?"
Kim shifted her weight nervously in her chair. "Uh...I'm not really a morning person."
Wincing, Dr. Director carried on with her briefing. "In the early 90's in New York City there was a serial killer named Gerald Wayne Macey. He raped and killed an estimated 60 prostitutes over the course of seven years. He earned the moniker 'The Sausage King' for the way he would dispose of the bodies. He would process them with pork, turn them into sausage and then eat them for breakfast each morning."
Lifting an eyebrow, Kim muttered. "Lovely"
Dr. Director frowned, "Exactly, he also had another kink that was far less well known. He fancied himself quite the dancer. After he had raped his victims, he would tie them up, gag them. Place them in a tub of warm water and perform an interpretive dance for them before he would reach into the water, grab their ankles and yank them under water until they drowned."
Taking a sip of coffee, Kim muttered. "Double lovely..."
"Mr. Macey was very nearly the perfect killing machine. He carried all these crimes out in a brownstone style house not five minutes away from a police station. What finally tripped him up was he attempted to abduct a police woman disguised as a prostitute working a local stroll. What started out as a routine sting operation by the NYPD, turned into the arrest of the century."
"Hooray for the good guys."
Dr. Director nodded her head in agreement. "Once in custody, Mr. Macey's basement and yard were dug up and the remains of nearly 34 women were found."
Kim took a drink of coffee, "Gives a new meaning to digging for clues."
"Bad pun, Kimberly."
"So..."
"So where that leaves us is that Gerald Wayne Macey is safely locked away where he can do no harm to anyone." Dr. Director said as she took a seat.
"I see, so you want me to infiltrate the prison he is in and cap the guy." Kim said eagerly.
Letting out a deep breath, Doctor Director shook her head. "Kimberly, we do not...cap...people at Global Justice."
"Oh...oh, yeah...sorry." Kim said sheepishly.
"There is an individual that has contacted us with information. Apparently there are fresh rapes and murders being carried out in New York City and the DNA evidence is indicating two perpetrators. One is unknown. The other is an exact match to Gerald Wayne Macey."
Kim narrowed her eyes, "That should be a near statistical impossibility."
Nodding her head, Dr. Director agreed with Kim's assessment. "Exactly, there is also a new twist. Whenever DNA evidence is collected, it is destroyed and the investigations are closed or placed on a back burner."
Looking at her boss incredulously, Kim asked. "Why?"
Dr. Director folded her hands in front of her. "That is why we have been requested to perform an independent, low key investigation."
Nodding her head as the information was beginning to process through her mind, Kim asked. "So when do I leave, and who am I working with?"
Dr. Director pursed her lips. She was running all the variables through her head. This was going against her better nature, but Agent Possible would have to be trusted to work on her own eventually. So it might as well be now. "You leave for New York at 5:30 PM. You will be on your own for this one."
Kim pumped her fist in the air victoriously, "BOOYAH!"
"KIMBERLY..." Doctor Director said firmly.
"Yes..." Kim said as she pulled her fist down and composed herself quickly.
"This will be your second trip to the United States. So we don't want a replay of what happened last year in the Mission District in San Francisco."
Kim interrupted her boss quickly, "That is so..."
Doctor Director cut Kim off, "What you did there was totally out of line, out of the scope of the assignment and totally against Global Justice Policy."
Leaning forward Kim refused to be cowed by the head of Global Justice. "When I see a naked man chasing a woman down the street with a butcher knife...I shoot the bastard, that's my policy."
Betty Director rolled her eyes, "God help us, Dirty Kimmie..."
"You are being assigned to investigate only. You will leave all guns, machine guns, rifles, shotguns and whatever offensive weapons you have stored in your flat here in Switzerland."
Kim was outraged, "You expect me to go to New York, and try to work around these whack jobs unarmed?"
"You have excellent martial arts skills..."
"I'm not thirteen anymore, I can't do all the back flip and ninja stuff. I need at least one gun for defense." Kim protested.
Dr. Director thought it over for a moment, "Fine, one gun...your service pistol."
Kim nodded her head, "Fine..."
"You will be staying in a Global Justice safe house. Once you have settled in you will be contacted by a few well placed individuals who will provide you with the latest information necessary for the successful conclusion of this investigation."
"Okay, sounds great. I...I really appreciate you giving me a chance to do this on my own." Kim told her sincerely.
Dr. Director frowned and looked down at her desk. She turned back to face Kim. "While you are there you may want to look up Ron..."
"Ron, Ron who?" Kim said quickly, a little too quickly.
Betty Director sighed, "Kimberly...I heard about what happened in London back in August. The Dolphins were in town for a game of American Football, and you followed Ron Stoppable all over London. All you had to do was walk up and say hello."
Kim's mouth opened and closed a few times before she could think of anything to say. Finally she found the words, "No, no...I...couldn't...He...he hates me now..."
"Do you really believe that?"
Standing up quickly Kim turned for the door, "I have to pack if I'm going to make that flight."
"Kimberly..."
She stopped just short of the door, "Yes..."
Dr. Director frowned, "Look at me."
Kim turned to face her boss. "Yes"
She pointed to her good eye. "Look me in the eye."
Shifting her gaze away from Dr. Director's eye patch to her one good eye, Kim said. "What?"
"If you're not going to contact Ron, at least call your parents and let them know you're alright."
Kim nodded her head in agreement, "Yep, yep, that's just what I'm going to do. I'm going to call Mom and Dad the minute I land and get settled."
Dr. Director watched Kim head for the door once again before another thought crept into her mind. "Kimberly..."
Stopping just short of the door once again, she answered. "Yes..."
Doctor Director leaned back in her chair, "No, I repeat, no improvised explosive devices."
Kim's shoulders slumped as she turned and howled in protest. "How many times do I have to tell you? I didn't put all that C4 into Dementor's toilet."
"Kimberly..."
"What..."
"Tell Mr. Load that our Ident tracking chips are going to be upgraded to a randomized modulating signal."
Kim tilted her head to one side and pretended to not understand what her superior had told her. "I have no idea..."
Dr. Director pointed towards the door, "Get out of my office before I change my mind."
Turning quickly Kim raced out the door. Dr. Director turned to look at the intercom on her desk. She could hear Kim ranting in the outer office.
"I swear the woman just sucks all the fun out of this job."
Betty Director smiled as she reached across the desk to retrieve Agent Possible's forgotten coffee cup and said. "God help us all."