A/N: I do not own Kim Possible or any other characters associated with the show. They are the property of the Walt Disney Company.
This is the fourth installment in my AU Universe. The first three installments in the series are End of Innocence, A Helping Hand and Aliyah. The series takes place after STD but does not incorporate season 4. This series documents Ron Stoppable's rise from buffoon to the most feared killing machine on the planet.
The change is gradual and is due to Ron's exposure to the Mystical Monkey Power and his time spent at the secret Yamanuchi Ninja School. As this installment entitled Knights of Zion opens Ron and Bonnie after becoming engaged have fled to Israel after a brutal battle in the Mt. McKinney National Park to free Kim Possible from the clutches of evil.
I hope you will enjoy the story. Write a review and receive a reply.
Thank You for reading.
Bubba
The investigation was preceding smother than expected. Dr. Rosalyn Cortez sat in her cubical studying the information being gleaned from the full scale battle in the Mt. McKinney National Park between super villain Candell Mann, Global Justice, and a wild card that was totally unexpected a young Israeli Defense Force soldier named Ronald Stoppable.
The information while useful was also quite baffling to the head of the CIA's Middle Eastern desk. The FBI had pulled prints from shell casings found on the scene belonged to a long dead African American man named Frank Yarbourgh not Ronald Stoppable. She shook her head as she compared the information with the findings of the sixteen dead
"This is damn strange. Both sets of prints from both crime scenes match up but there is nothing definitive that points to the involvement of Ronald Stoppable other than circumstantial evidence and conjecture."
Dr. Cortez filed the information away and continued to examine the video footage taken by the security cameras inside of Candy Mann's lair. She scrutinized frame after frame of footage, "Guards and scientists falling down dead for no apparent reason. It's as if some dark plague had been unleashed and they were just hapless victims. However in this case the plague that was unleashed was in the form of 9mm slugs."
She decided to change her approach and watch footage that contained living people. She watched as the door to what appeared to be a cell open on its own accord and then a man and a woman entered the frame entering the cell.
"I wonder who those two are and how they fit into this. They are armed but not engaged in any form of combat. The African American girl has no idea how to handle a fire arm…Strange."
The footage continued to run as Tirza Cohen reappeared from the room to be followed by Monique Jones who was helping an injured Kim Possible out of the cell. Now Rosalyn had a person she recognized, "Once again we see Kim Possible. I don't think she was physically capable of this level of carnage. Her specialty appears to be whole sale destruction of lairs not of going on a killing spree…It had to be Stoppable it's the only thing that makes sense."
She leaned back in her chair, took her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She could feel the onset of a tension headache approaching. Having the director of the CIA assign her to finding Ronald Stoppable establishing if he was working for a rival spy agency and feeling him out to see if he would be interested in working for the agency was becoming a very difficult assignment.
Rosalyn Cortez ran the details of her assignment thru her mind. Ronald Stoppable had immigrated to Israel. Volunteered for military service in the very elite Golani Brigade, seen combat in Gaza City where he went missing and was believed dead.
He then reappeared less than a month later in Southern Lebanon. Where he met with a unknown Japanese intelligence officer. There he was wounded once again before falling off the radar screen for a few weeks only to resurface in Middleton Colorado.
A decision was then made to have the FBI pick Mr. Stoppable up for questioning. He was tracked to the apartment of a former coworker and her lesbian girlfriend. Eaves dropping devices quickly determined that Ronald Stoppable was engaged in a menage a trios with the two females.
When the FBI broke down the door to the apartment Mr. Stoppable was in a windowless bathroom and somehow managed to disappear into thin air before the FBI could detain him for questioning.
A week later he turned up in Tokyo Japan where a nation wide man hunt was begun only to discover that he was no longer in the country. Ronald Stoppable for all intensive purposes had fallen off the planet.
Two weeks later Mr. Stoppable reappeared in Middleton Colorado stocking up on bullets and supplies for what was speculated by the agency was for the launching of a private war with the super villain known as Candell Mann after it was rumored he was holding Kim Possible hostage.
After a long fire fight that left a trail of bodies throughout the facility, Ronald Stoppable then killed a white slaver known as Sebastian Heath and shortly after that he killed Candell Mann with a weapon of unknown origin.
A weapon that is rumored he used in Gaza City when he rescued a group of elementary school students and a kidnapped soldier from Palestinian terrorists. The weapon on face value could slice thru flesh and bone while at the same time generating enough heat to cauterize the wounds so that dismembered bodies would be discovered that had not lost any blood.
After Candell Mann was dispatched Ronald Stoppable lured Global Justice's top field agent Will Du into an ambush causing multiple injuries and prevented his escape. Will Du was now the guest of the United States Government living in a Federal Prison in Charleston Illinois.
Rosalyn Cortez sat up straight and struck some more keys on her computer to view another camera from within the liar. She saw a pink flash race across the screen, "What the hell is that thing? The resolutions of these cameras are not very good…Lens aberration? Whatever just crossed the camera lens was small and moving at a very high rate of speed."
She thought the problem over a bit longer, "One of the guards said he was locked away by a pink freakish thing…Weird."
After striking more keys on the keyboard an image of Ronald Stoppable appeared from a line waiting to board an EL AL airliner to Tel Aviv, "…and so Mr. Stoppable slips out of the country under the name Charles Darwin."
She picked up copy of a Global Justice file entitled "The Ron Factor" and began to causally leaf through it, "It doesn't make any sense. The person that is described in these pages and the person that just annihilated over 80 people are not the same person. Could Betty Director have been so far off the mark concerning Ronald Stoppable?"
Dr. Cortez dropped the file on top of the pile with the other Ronald Stoppable documents and began to think, "How does a hapless teenager go from a mild mannered slacker to a ferocious one man killing machine in the three intervening years in which this report was written?"
The head of the Middle East Desk stood up and paced back and forth inside her cubical and came to one inescapable conclusion. A smile crossed her face at the simple realization, "Kim Possible would know what brought about this change and she could shed a lot of light on other troubling aspects of this case….I think it's time we picked up Ms. Possible and sweat her for information."
Upon returning to Israel Bonnie and Ron found that in their absence that they had become celebrities. Once word leaked out to the national press that the two had come back from the United States the feeding frenzy began.
They were interviewed over and over again with the most popular question being when they were going to be married. Bonnie quickly assumed the role of spokesperson for the two.
Ron was more than happy to let her assume the role. Fame had lost its appeal to him since most of the questions asked of him involved the wedding and if it was true that he was seen escorting Britney Spears into yet another drug and alcohol rehabilitation clinic and if he was the father of her fourth child.
For a small country that only has around 15 television stations it felt as if they were following them nonstop until the stations would go off the air at midnight. The Stoppable watch as it was called followed Ron and Bonnie continuously.
Speculation ran wild as Ron appeared at Seitzman Jewelers to visit and look for a suitable wedding ring set for he and Bonnie. Ron had made the mistake of leaving the apartment without Bonnie which fueled the rumors that the two had broken up.
"Is it true Bonnie threw you out of the apartment when she heard about Britney?" he heard one reporter shout to him as he exited the store.
"Is it true that you and Britney met in Israel?" One of the many female reporters shouted to him as he left the store.
"How does Bonny feel about you and Britney and will this endanger your December wedding?" Another female reporter yelled to be heard over the screams of young girls who had spotted Ron and rushed up to him for his autograph and to give him advice, telephone numbers or to just steal a quick kiss.
He shook his head as he made his way to where his car was parked through the large crowd of media and onlookers that had gathered. He looked around trying to take it all in, "Strange country, they'll do anything for peace even give up land to show how much they hate war. But if you kill a bunch of Palestinians then you're a national hero and everyone loves you."
Ron's last night before heading back into the army was spent with the Oester's eating a large Shabbat meal outside on their deck as a private helicopter flew over head filming the event. Ron shook his head in dismay, "What the hell happened while we were gone?"
Eli Oester smiled, "Well it seems wild rumors about your exploits in Gaza City began to leak out..."
"Did you really kill 3,000 terrorists and rip out Khalhed Abu Meddein's heart with your bare hands?" Sima asked excitedly.
Ron's fork was halfway to his mouth, "HUH...WHO?"
Shari's eyes sparkled with excitement, "He was only the Palestinian Authority's military second in command."
He shook his head clearly not knowing the name as he answered quietly, "I was kind of fighting for my life...No one stopped for introductions."
Wade cleared his throat, "Uh, Ron you and Bonnie have kind of gained cult status while you were gone."
"I know that Wade. I get back to Bonnie's apartment and I have...a zillion letters waiting for me at the post office. I get here and find three large bags of mail..." He finally took a bite as he looked up at the helicopter circling for another pass, "What I wouldn't give for a good surface to air missile."
Sima and Shari quickly turned and waived at the helicopter as it passed overhead. Bonnie patted Ron on the shoulder, "I've hired us an agent."
"What?"
Bonnie laughed, "Ron" She said, "We're getting offers for magazine pieces and television shows. There's even one guy who wants to do a Ron Stoppable comic book complete with dolls."
Wade began chuckling and Ron glared at him, "They are called action figures, not dolls."
Sima began laughing, "Will you autograph my doll? I want you to sign its butt."
"SIMA" her mother scolded before turning her attention to Ron, "I think it may be the best thing for you two to do."
Bonnie nodded her head in agreement, "Kaplan, Shombeck and Howe are the top talent representatives in the country and they think we could make upwards of two and a half million Shekels by the end of the year."
Ron lifted an eyebrow, "Let me guess Kaplan, Shombeck and Howe is Hebrew for Dewey Cheatham and Howe?"
Everyone at the table laughed and looked skyward as the blue and white helicopter made yet another pass overhead. Bonnie leaned over, "The contract is back at the apartment for you to look over and sign before you report for duty tomorrow."
"A comic book, huh?" Ron mused as he rubbed the back of his neck.
"So once the sun sets and Shabbat is over what do two plan on doing after you leave here?" Mrs. Oester asked.
Ron shrugged and Bonnie smiled, "We have VIP passes to the TLV club for tonight."
Sima eyes grew large, "That is only the most exclusive club in Tel Aviv...DJ SSJ is on tonight."
Mr. Oester rubbed his chin, "You may want to be very careful. Yarkon Street can be very dangerous."
Ron watched the blue and white helicopter fly over the house again, "Oh considering the crowd of people following us around it should not be very dangerous."
Shari glared at Wade, "I want to go to the TLV."
"I would take you but I have to return to America tomorrow. I have to get up early." Wade explained in Hebrew.
Ron smiled, "I am still not used to hearing you speak in Hebrew."
"I do not want you to leave." Shari suddenly said angrily as she quickly left the table and ran back inside the house.
"Aw baby, come on." Wade called after her in English, "I better go try and fix things." Wade said suddenly as he once again had problems grappling with the language barrier.
Everyone at the table laughed as Wade quickly stood up and pursued his girlfriend inside the house. Ron looked at Sima and asked her, "So did you enjoy your visit to the States?"
"I would have enjoyed them more if you would have spent more time with us." She told him flatly.
Ron winced and nodded his head, "Yes, I am sorry about that...I had a lot of stuff going on. I did not have a good visit either."
Bonnie interrupted his pity fiesta, "You had a better time once I showed up."
Sima grinned, "You need to keep an eye on him. He gets in trouble so easily."
He shook his finger at her, "You get in more trouble than I do."
Mrs. Oester smiled as the two continued to chide each other before interrupting them, "Ron I invited your parents to stay with us when you two get married in December."
Ron shook his head and said, "December is not that far away. Maybe we could put off the wedding till it gets warmer."
"DECEMBER" Bonnie said sternly.
He smiled uneasily, "What Bonnie wants Bonnie gets."
Bonnie chuckled and gave him a sideways glance, "Get used to it."
Sima giggled as she watched Bonnie masterfully handling Ron, "So where is the honeymoon going to be?"
Ron looked once again towards Bonnie who filled everyone in on her plans, "Italy, I want to go to those fashion outlet stores where all the big design houses sell the latest fashions."
Sharon Oester smiled, "That sounds like fun. I bet Ron is looking forward to it?"
"Oh yeah, Italy in December...I can't wait." Ron said without much enthusiasm in his voice.
Bonnie elbowed him and smiled, "Ron is excited and so am I."
The small talk continued as the sunset marking the end of the Shabbat. Ron looked over at Bonnie, "I guess we better be going."
Bonnie nodded and rolled her eyes, "Yes we have our own little motorcade to think about." Ron winced as he thought about the throng of vehicles that had followed them south from Netanya, Bonnie leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, "We really do need an agent."
"I guess...I hope we get to do a little bit of dancing before we go home." Ron said sadly as he stood and helped the Oester's clean up the table as he helicopter dipped low for one final pass over the Oester's house.
Wade caught Ron's attention as he entered the house and motioned for him to follow him up to the bedroom. Ron looked around and then slipped noiselessly up the staircase, "What's up?"
"It's Shari, I'm trying to you know...separate my self from her since I have to go home tomorrow and she's not dealing well with it." Wade said anxiously.
"Ah Wade's coming to me for advice. This is a first." Ron looked outside the door to the bedroom to make sure either of the girls hadn't followed them upstairs, "So you want to know how to broom her? Man, that's a tough one considering that I'm usually the one getting broomed."
Wade chuckled, "Oh yeah, well Kim's dumped you a few times, what did she do?"
Ron laughed bitterly, "The first time it was that old let's be friend's line. Trust me you don't want to do that her. She'll go nuts."
"Well what do I do then?" Wade said as he was becoming more nervous.
He gave the problem some thought, "Ah, I know...Walk her home tell her how important she's been to you get her email address and phone number and all that good stuff and promise you'll write everyday."
Wade scrunched up his nose, "I can't write to her everyday."
"No, you might write once or twice and then before too long she'll have another boyfriend and you'll be back to being happy and single." Ron told him as he punched him in the arm to accentuate his point.
Wade chuckled and rubbed his arm, "Having second thoughts about Bonnie?"
Ron shook his head, "No not really. I'm just nervous about what kind of circus this is turning into over here. I can't wait to get back in the army and hope it goes away."
Wade nodded, "Yeah, I bet...Oh by the way I've setup a website in Hebrew and English to sell advertising and capitalize on your newly found fame."
Ron blinked, "I better be getting half or I'll sick my agents on you."
"A third"
"A third? A third? It's my name Wade." Ron said in exasperation.
Wade shook his head, "Be reasonable Ron, I have overhead to think about...I'm trying to find a wholesaler in the U.S. to move those Colorado Rocky hockey jerseys you used to like to wear...And I need you and Bonnie to autograph a few photos. Those are really hot right now."
Ron blinked, "How hot?"
Wade looked around cautiously, "I've taken 300 orders for the 8x10's at 15 Shekels a pop."
"I want half." Ron countered.
"A third"
Ron crossed his arms, "Half or Bon Bon don't sign."
Wade narrowed his eyes, "Fine, half, but I want exclusivity for online merchandising rights and the right to buy in on any real estate venture either here or in the states."
"Real Estate? What the hell are you talking about now?"
"Look Ron, your huge over here and there have been a few developers kicking around the idea of building a Disney style theme park around your Gaza City adventure." Wade informed him.
Ron's left eye blinked twice as he tried to take in the information, "Let me guess the rides end in horrific explosions maiming the park attendees?"
Rufus popped out of Ron's pocket and chuckled, "Boom Baby Boom"
He glared at the naked mole rat, "Rufus, not now."
The naked mole rat recognizing Ron's mood quickly disappeared back into his pocket.
Wade held up his hands to try and calm Ron down just as Bonnie walked in, "What is going on up here?"
Ron turned to Bonnie, "THEME PARKS?"
Bonnie looked at him quizzically, "What?"
"Look Ron, you are like a super hero to these people now...Do you know how many Jewish super hero's there are?"
He shook his head, "I'm not a super hero Wade."
Wade shook his head, "There's you, the Atom, and Samson and maybe the Hebrew Hammer."
"I'm not a super hero." Ron reminded him again.
"Want to know what the difference is between all four of those names?" Wade asked.
Ron rolled his eyes, "Sure"
Wade poked him in the chest, "You're real."
"Samson" Bonnie reminded him.
Wade wasn't to be dissuaded, "Prehistoric Bonnie...You guys have been out of the country you are only getting a taste of what's been happening now that your back."
"Wade, I'm not a super hero."
"To these people you are. Everyone had given you up for dead, everyone had given those kids up for dead, and everyone had given that tank crew guy up for dead." Wade reminded him.
Bonnie winced at the memory of when Ron went missing back in February and how awful she felt as she thought that maybe he was dead, "You don't have to remind me Wade...I went through it."
She allowed Ron to wrap his arms around her as she drew comfort from his embrace. Ron kissed her forehead, "Wade I was damn near killed."
"Yeah but you killed like 3,000 terrorists to protect those kids." Wade reminded him.
Ron shook his head, "I never shot that many people. I have no idea how many I really did shoot. I just did what I could."
Wade shrugged, "Well these people over here love you now. So since I have you both here I need some autographs on these pictures."
Ron continued to hold Bonnie as he thought the whole situation out in his mind, "Well one thing is for certain. This sure beats the hell out of the way I was treated in Middleton."
Bonnie Rockwaller's rented Toyota Camry managed a brisk 20 kph as the car crawled its way along Yarkon Street inching towards the TLV Club. They would have made better time but the car was flanked by four Vespa scooters each with a photographer on the back shooting frame after frame of Ron and Bonnie's trip to the club.
"Damn it" Bonnie screamed as she quickly slammed on the brakes as a scooter cut in front the car.
Ron laid his head against the door pillar post and closed his eyes, "You think this place might have valet parking?"
Bonnie risked a peak into the rear view mirror to see that the TV crews were still behind them, "I doubt it...Maybe once we get an agent all this will calm down."
He opened his eyes just in time to see a camera flash go off leaving him momentarily blinded, "Bonnie...How much money do you think we could make? I mean...I don't know." Ron said sadly as he tried to block the whole spectacle from his mind.
Bonnie drove past the club and then drove even slower looking for a place to park, "I don't know Ron. I'm sure whatever we make will be more than what you'll earn in the army." Bonnie found a spot and on the street and tried to negotiate around a TV van to back into the spot. She rolled down the window, "MOVE IT LOSERS."
Ron chuckled as she finally brought the car to a stop, "We do need to talk about this seriously about my army service after we get back home tonight."
She sighed, "Tonight for sure. Right now I just want to dance."
Ron got out of the car and held up his hand to protect his eyes from the glare of the TV lights and the electronic flashes from the cameras of the print media. He proffered an arm to Bonnie who quickly seized upon it. The two made their way towards the club as journalists peppered them with questions.
"Is it true you two have secretly married other people?"
"What do you think of Ron's love child with Britney?"
"Ron is it true you are meeting with Tom Cruise to finalize a film deal?"
"Is Bonnie Pregnant and what does Britney think?"
The two ignored the questions until they came to a very long line outside the club. Ron looked around and spotted the VIP entrance to the side and pulled Bonnie towards the door. There was a couple in front of them trying to get inside past the large doorman.
"You must believe us. Avner said he would fix things for us." The man implored.
The doorman was having none of it as he grabbed the man by the shirt collar and tossed him out of the way. Ron stepped forward wearily with Bonnie in tow, "Ron Stoppable and Bonnie Rockwaller...VIP's...I think." Ron said nervously as he handed the man his passes.
He examined the passes carefully, "Are you positive your VIP's?"
Bonnie rolled her eyes, "Duh' like if we were not would these people be following us?"
The man now noticing the media pack that was following the two nodded, "You can go in."
Ron pushed past the man dragging Bonnie along with him. He turned to look over his shoulder just in time to see the large man grab a photographer and throw him to the ground, "NO PASSES, NO ENTER."
He smiled, "Great now we can relax and have fun."
The music was hypnotic electronic stuff that Ron was completely unfamiliar with the dance floor was packed as he and Bonnie took in the scene. The multicolored lights flashed different colors covering the darkened dance floor in blue, red and orange lights.
Ron and Bonnie pushed their way onto the floor and began to dance when the music abruptly stopped and a familiar voice called out from the speakers, "IT IS MY OLD FRIEND RON STOPPABLE...RON STOPPABLE IS IN THE HOUSE!"
"Oh no, it can't be." Ron said quickly looking for the DJ.
Bonnie looked around as well smiling and waiving to the cheers of the crowd, "Well he sure seems to know you."
Ron spotted the large smiling man waiving to him from the other side of the dance floor. He shook his head as he suddenly remembered what Sima had told him. The famous DJ SSJ was performing tonight, "Senor Senior Junior...Why does fate vex me so."
The music started once again and Bonnie whispered into his ear, "He's waving to you."
He had a frozen grin on his face, "I guess it's too late to run."
Bonnie pulled him towards the smiling DJ SSJ. Ron continued getting patted on the shoulder one man grabbed him and kissed him on the lips. Ron was taken aback as the man smiled broadly, "I was going to be called up into the reserves until you rescued those kids...I didn't have to serve in Gaza City...I love you."
"Uhh...OK" Ron said uneasily as they made their way to the raised floor and sound proof booth that Senior Junior was working from.
"Ron Stoppable...You are not with Kim Possible?" Junior asked looking at Bonnie in confusion.
Bonnie held out her hand to show him her ring, "Kim's yesterday's news...I'm Ron's fiance'"
Junior pulled Ron to him and gave him a big bear hug, "So this means my Blue Fox is available."
Ron could barely breathe as the muscular man squeezed him tightly, "Ughhhh...Oh yeah...She's available."
Senior Junior finally let Ron go, "It is so good to see you again...Father says you are very famous here...He is very proud of you for turning to evil and going on your famous killing spree."
"Oh great...That's just the kind of positive validation I've lacked in my life." Ron said sarcastically as he took in the dance floor once again.
Bonnie elbowed Ron in the ribs, "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
Ron rolled his eyes and without much enthusiasm quickly introduced the two, "Oh yeah, Super Villain Senor Senior Junior...meet my fiance' Bonnie Rockwaller."
Senor Senior Junior squealed happily, "Oh you two are getting married...I just love going to weddings they always make me cry."
Before Ron could stop her Bonnie was adding him to the invitation list, "Do you have a card so we can send you an invitation?"
"Me, you are going to invite me? You are so thoughtful." Junior said happily as he handed Bonnie his business card.
"Junior, what are you doing here?" Ron finally blurted out unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
"Oh it is my plan to become a world famous DJ. I am very popular in Israel...Plus father is closing on a deal to sell the whole country to Tom Cruise." Junior told him proudly.
"WHAT? The whole country?" Ron asked in disbelief.
Junior held up one finger and blew a whistle into the microphone and quickly changed the tempo of the music as the crowd went wild, "Yes the whole country."
Bonnie shook her head, "I don't understand?"
Junior shrugged, "Neither do I. From what I can gather Father was tired of going to prison so he hit upon the idea of fleecing the very rich and very stupid. He sells them countries and they give us lots of money."
Ron lifted an eyebrow, "You know you can still go to jail for fraud.
"Yes but not for very long, Papa says no one really cares about white collar crime the way they do about taking over the world crime." Junior explained happily.
Bonnie and Ron looked at each other before Bonnie nodded her head, "Yeah that makes sense."
"Would you like to meet him?"
Ron shook his head, "No that's OK, I already met your dad."
Junior roared with laughter, "No silly Ron, Tom Cruise, would you like to meet him?"
Bonnie's eyes grew large, "YES"
"Follow me."
The two followed Junior up a flight of stairs to a party box that over looked the dance floor. As they neared the door Bonnie urgently whispered into Ron's ear, "Did you remember to put in your teeth?"
He rolled his eyes and hissed his reply to her, "Yesssss"
"Ah there you are Tom Cruise, come and meet my friends Ronald Stoppable and Bonnie Ringworm."
Bonnie cringed, "It's Rockwaller Mr. Cruise, and let me tell you what..."
"Hey you're that guy that shoots people." Tom said blatantly ignoring Bonnie as he took Ron's hand.
Ron looked around at the party that was going on inside the room, "Uh...I guess." He said in amazement as a servant brought them two glasses of Champaign.
"I hear you're from the States?" Tom asked as he smiled and winked at Bonnie.
Bonnie cut in between the two men, "Yes, we're from Colorado, Middleton Colorado."
Tom rubbed his chin and leaned forward and spoke very softly to the couple, "Let me guess your both Jewish as well?"
Ron frowned, "That obvious, huh?"
Mr. Cruise held up both hands and began laughing, "I didn't mean to offend you... It's just this country reminds me so much of Hollywood. You can hardly throw a rock without hitting a Jew."
"Uhhhhhhhhhh" Ron said nervously.
"Yep, I'm damn glad I bought the country. The Seniors got me a great deal because of the war and all." Tom replied happily as he put his arm around a beaming Senor Senior Junior.
"Did I not tell you what a great guy Tom Cruise is?" Junior gushed.
Tom patted Junior on the back as he turned his attention back to Ron, "I'm going to order the troop's home tomorrow. After that I will order the Government to order everyone to explore the Church of Scientology."
Bonnie looked nervously towards Ron, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh"
"Honest opinion Ron. How much time do you think it would take to convert the entire country to Scientology?" Tom asked him conspiratorially.
Ron lifted an eyebrow, "With or without an army?"
"Tom you haven't introduced me to your little friends yet." A man in a very nice blue Italian suit said as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey Gary, this is Gary Weinstein he's my agent and he's a Jew." Tom said happily
Gary frowned, "Tom, what did we discuss earlier?"
He rolled his eyes, "I know that we don't judge people or put them into groups in front of strangers."
Bonnie and Ron looked at one another before turning their attention back to the agent. The man held out his hand, "You must be Ron Stoppable and you must be his plucky fiance' Bonnie Rockwaller."
Bonnie grinned as she realized that someone had finally pronounced her name correctly, "That's me"
"Did Tom pitch his movie idea to you yet?"
Ron shook his head, "Ummm...He's pitched a lot of things so far but no movie ideas."
Tom smiled and shook his head, "Is he not a great Jew or what? Always business with this guy."
"Pitch them the movie." Gary told his client impatiently.
"Alright, alright...I want to develop your story into a major action picture. It will be like Mission Impossible only grittier." Tom explained as he dropped into a defensive crouch to emphasize the action element of the movie.
Ron scratched his chin, "I don't know...I kind of had a bad experience with Jimmy Blamhammer..."
"Blamhammer's a hack...I want John Woo to direct." Tom said firmly.
Bonnie scrunched up her nose, "Who?"
"No Woo." Tom corrected her, "Just think Ron...The final show down with your character defending the school kids against the 3,000 Russian terrorists...A machine gun in each hand blazing away as doves fly around the fire fight." Tom explained his vision of the climatic scene in a far away voice.
"Russian terrorists?" Ron said obviously unimpressed.
Tom stopped talking and stared at Ron incredulously before explaining, "Of course you can't cast them as Arabs terrorists because we might be guilty of a hate crimes...Russians are white and no one cares if you kill Russians."
There was a long uncomfortable silence before Bonnie spoke up, "I like the doves...We're going to have doves fly around the room after we get married."
Ron looked at Bonnie and tried to point out one of the plans most obvious flaws, "The birds will poop all over the place."
"I want doves." Bonnie said firmly.
Gary Weinstein quickly interrupted them, "Tom we have to leave to catch our flight."
Tom slapped his forehead, "Oh yeah, right...We're heading to England next. We're putting in a good word with Madonna for the Senior's...They're going to sell her Uganda."
"Who is representing you two?" The agent asked.
Bonnie quickly blurted out, "Kaplan, Shombeck and Howe"
Mr. Weinstein nodded his head, "We'll be in touch."
Senior Junior motioned for Ron and Bonnie to follow him back to the DJ booth. Bonnie's mind was in turmoil, "You know I would almost feel sorry for him being swindled by these people...But he's just so damn stupid...I figure he has it coming."
Junior put on some new music that Ron couldn't distinguish from the last electronic mix that he had just played, "So what did you think of Mr. Cruise?"
Bonnie frowned, "He's an idiot."
"I don't get it? Why didn't his agent clue him in that it was a scam?" Ron said shaking his head in disbelief.
Junior shrugged and looked crestfallen, "Ah, agents just get you the money they don't care what you spend it on as long as they get their cut."
Ron looked at the large man, "Junior how do you know so much about agents?"
"I employed one to get me into that Jimmy Blamhammer film that was being made about Kim Possible...Sadly it didn't work out." Junior said his voice full of regret.
"Yeah, shame they shelved the project." Ron said absently.
Junior wiped a tear from his eye, "You know Ron there is a broken heart for every burned out bulb on Broadway."
Ron was clearly stunned. He knew Junior wanted to be in the aborted film but he just never knew how badly. Soon he felt Bonnie tugging on his arm, "I want to dance."
He nodded to her and patted Junior on the back, "We'll get out of your way so you can go back to being a famous DJ again."
They waived at Junior as they walked down the stairs from the booth. Bonnie leaned over and whispered in Ron's ear, "So what did you think of Tom Cruise?"
"He's an idiot."
"Yeah, but I think he will be better at playing you than that creep Quinn." Bonnie sounding a confident tone before they resumed dancing.
Ron danced as best as he could as various women would cut in front of Bonnie and grope him or shove scraps of paper with their cell phone numbers on them. Bonnie had finally had enough as one blonde headed girl dance over to Ron then proceeded to squat and rub her face suggestively in Ron's crotch. Bonnie reached out and grabbed the woman by the hair and yanked her backwards. The woman lost her balance and landed on her butt. Before the woman could react to Bonnie, she had wrapped Ron up in an embrace, "We are so not going to any more clubs."
Ron leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You think maybe we could invite one back with us for a threesome?"
She grabbed his collar and yanked him closer to her, "Dream on loser."
Ron began laughing, "That's my Bon Bon."
"BONNIE"
Bonnie turned around to see who had called her name. It had been a long night of being invisible as everyone was trying to outdo themselves to meet Ron and finally someone had recognized her. She saw the woman and squealed, "VADA"
They quickly embraced, "What are you doing here?" Bonnie asked excitedly.
The blonde woman smiled, "Me and Dean snuck in earlier this afternoon. It's hard to get in here after sunset."
Bonnie turned to introduce her friend to Ron who was busy accepting a business card from a tall lanky woman in a spandex jump suit. Bonnie growled and yanked Ron away from the woman, "RON...I want you to meet Vada Motsinger. Her and her husband Dean lives in the same building we do."
He shook hands with the woman as another girl tried to hand Ron her telephone number. Ron smiled and shrugged, "I think maybe we better get off the dance floor for a bit."
"Best idea I've heard tonight." Bonnie said as she yanked Ron towards the bar.
Vada's long blonde hair was partially covered by a head scarf that matched her red and white pants suit. She led the way back to the bar where a dark complexion man with black hair was waiting on them. He was wearing a blue sport coat over a white golf shirt and blue jeans a very casual look for the end of the Shabbat, "I told you that was Bonnie." He told his wife as they approached.
"Yeah, yeah" Vada said waiving a hand in the air before turning to look at Ron, "This is my old man Dean."
Ron shook the hand that was offered to him, "You guys are from the U.S.?"
Dean nodded, "Yeah, Columbus Ohio."
Vada turned her attention back to Bonnie, "So how have you been?"
Bonnie stuck out her hand, "I got my ring."
Vada and Bonnie both began squealing and jumping up and down from excitement. Dean shook his head as he watched the spectacle, "You sure you really want to do this?" He asked Ron.
Ron chuckled, "Well in the interest of keeping all of my belongings from being piled up outside and set on fire...I'd have to say yes."
Bonnie punched him in the arm, "Ron's just as excited as I am."
Dean shook his head, "I bet"
Vada glared at him, "And what makes you think otherwise?"
"Weddings are like Super Bowls for women...Guys are just the necessary accessory." Dean told her before he downed his drink.
Bonnie smirked, "You mean necessary evil."
"Whatever...You drinking Ron?" Dean asked.
"Southern Comfort and soda if they got it?"
Dean grinned, "A drinker...good...I never trust anyone that doesn't have at least one vice."
"Not too much Ron you have to report for duty tomorrow." Bonnie reminded him.
"You girls drinking?" Dean asked as he waived the bartender over.
"I...I better not... Oh the hell with it. I want a whiskey sour." Bonnie said excitedly.
Vada glared at him, "You know I can't drink."
Dean smiled, "I forget... Don't want the future of the Motsinger empire to be a water head."
Bonnie shook her head not quite understanding, "What?"
Vada smiled, "We're pregnant."
The two girls began jumping up and down squealing again. Dean shook his head in mock disgust, "I knew I shouldn't of let you pry me with alcohol...Woman took advantage of me."
"I didn't you said you wanted kids." Vada protested.
"Lies, all lies...Evil woman..." Dean continued to tease as he tried to sound serious.
Vada elbowed Bonnie and whispered in her ear, "Watch this." Then she turned her attention back to Dean, "I guess that means no more sex until after the baby is born next year."
Dean looked at her and then at Ron, "Yeah, well I guess I helped out on this project a little bit."
Ron took his drink when it came, "So when did you guys make your Aliyah?"
Dean looked up and shrugged, "About two years ago. I tried to run a brick laying company back in Columbus. Naturally being the only Jew owned company we couldn't get many good jobs. So I figured I needed a change. Sold the company after dad died and me and Vada picked up and moved here."
Bonnie pulled on Ron's arm, "Let's go get a table."
"Yea, yea good idea." Ron said as he pointed towards an empty round table near the back of the club, "Let's sit over there."
"Good idea that way Dean won't get so drunk."
"I'm a part time brick layer and full time drunk." Dean informed Ron happily.
They made their way to the table and sat down. Ron made sure to sit where he could see all the doors. Remember the lesson that the ethereal Frank Yarbourgh had taught him a few weeks ago in Boulder.
The Guardians had sent the spirit of Frank Yarbourgh to help Ron and to teach him emotional control. Frank taught him to never sit with his back to a door and how to play poker. The lessons that he was taught were now becoming second nature to him as he eyed the room to make sure they were going to be left alone.
"Of course we know all about you from the news." Dean told him.
Ron rolled his eyes, "From what I've been hearing I don't know how much of it is really...real."
Dean laughed, "I see, so it wasn't the over powering spirit of Zion that made you enlist for three years when you could have been out in eight weeks and in the reserves like me?"
"Uhhh... I got in the wrong line with a crazed Lithuanian who said if we became Golani's we'd get good jobs." Ron said sadly as he remembered the day both he and his friend Sergei enlisted.
He looked away from the table as Dean began laughing hysterically, "You're an idiot." Dean informed him.
Ron finished his drink, "Well I can't argue with that..." He said sadly.
Vada glared at her husband, "Don't let him give you too hard a time. Dean isn't the most brilliant person on the planet either. Would you like to tell him what you did or should I?"
Dean shifted around in his seat, "Yeah well I don't know if it tops being blown up and getting shot at?"
"Tell him."
Dean glared at his wife before explaining, "Well I didn't really look into the way the construction trades work over here. I figured it would be like in the States. Put in bids, get some laborers...Union or otherwise, do the job, get paid and get drunk at the end of the day."
Ron nodded, "That doesn't sound too bad."
"Yeah well there's a dirty little secret over here that isn't well publicized. Most of these construction firms over here are using slave labor." Dean said quietly.
"That's illegal isn't it?" Bonnie asked in a hushed voice.
"It is but it's like the Mexican problem back in the States. Everyone turns a blind eye to it."
"Because it's cheap labor?" Ron guessed.
"Exactly...I come over here and try to setup shop like I had it in Ohio and I start bidding on work." Dean shook his head and looked around to make sure no one was listening in on the conversation, "Come to find out I'm being under bid by thousands of Shekels."
"Mexicans?" Bonnie guessed.
Dean chuckled, "Your marrying her for her brains right?"
Ron shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "I was actually going to guess that myself."
"Neither of you really investigated Israel too well before you came did you?" Dean asked trying to not laugh.
"I just...did this...I don't know." Ron said now feeling uneasy about his decision to move away from the familiar confines of Middleton.
Vada elbowed Dean in the ribs, "Tell him the rest of the story."
Dean glanced over at her slightly annoyed, "Well the reason I'm coming in way over on my bids is that I'm not hiring foreign laborers. The other big construction firms are hiring these personnel companies that recruit laborers from Bangladesh, Philippines, Thailand. Anyway these guy's sign these contracts with these companies so they can come over here and get what they think are great jobs."
A sinking feeling overcame Ron as he could guess at what was coming next, "I guess the jobs aren't so great?"
"Well they're construction jobs or whatever needs to be done jobs...These contracts they sign promise outrageous amounts of money to the personnel companies for finding them work. The only problem is the companies that employ them don't pay them enough to pay off the personnel company so these guys are getting just enough money to make payments to the company and barely enough to exist on."
Vada leaned in, "Indentured servants...They can't legally leave the personnel company and they can never pay back the supposed loan...So they're just stuck."
Dean waved a waitress over and ordered another round of drinks. After the waitress left he continued his story, "So I had to sign up with one of these personnel companies to get cheap enough labor to compete for these construction contracts. So now I got all these Bangladesh guys running around that can't speak either Hebrew or English and it's driving me crazy."
Ron narrowed his eyes as he was beginning to understand what Dean was telling him, "But you can compete now?"
"Yeah, I can compete...for now...This isn't what I bargained for so I'm going to sell my business soon if the right situation presents itself...The guy buying it will look all these little Bangladesh guys running around and think he's going to buy their contracts as well as the business. Once it's closed I'm paying off the contracts for these guys and fucking who ever is buying the company over good." He told Ron with a bitter laugh.
Bonnie shook her head, "Why don't they just run off if they have it so bad?"
Dean shrugged, "Most of them don't know any better. They don't speak the language and if they did run off and were caught they would just be put in jail until they could payoff the contract... I guess you can figure out how that would end up."
"They'd never get out of jail." Ron told her quietly.
Vada nodded, "Israel has loads of problems with the UN. Most are just because the UN hates Jews...But this one...is different. Israel refuses to disclose just how many foreign contract workers they have in the country."
Dean nodded, "Israel isn't the only country doing this. Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, Honk Kong...It's a huge global business all to itself."
"I didn't know that?" Ron said quietly.
"Neither did we...Now you know why the Israeli economy is booming and how the night clubs and beach resorts can stay open during a war in which the entire country is mobilized into service..."
"Cheap contract labor." Ron guessed.
Dean slapped Ron on the back, "Yep, now you know my stupid Aliyah story. If I would have known this...I think I still would have emigrated but...I would have chosen another profession."
Ron nodded his head, "I really don't know what I would have done if I didn't enlist in the Golani? I don't really know what I'm going to do if I leave the IDF either?"
Vada laughed, "I know what your going to do...Be famous, Hero of Israel."
Bonnie smiled, "Fame and fortune."
"I don't really know how famous I can be...I mean I'm only famous for shooting people...Not really something I want to be famous for." Ron said glumly.
Dean shrugged, "Being famous has got to pay better than soldiering."
"Got that right." Bonnie added.
Vada looked at her watch, "Well we have to be leaving...Six o'clock comes way too soon."
Bonnie perked up, "Hey do you guys want to trade cars till we get home?"
"Why?" Vada asked.
Ron smiled as he realized what Bonnie's idea was, "So we can ditch our little motorcade of photographers."
Dean and Vada walked up to Bonnie's Toyota Camry and drove away leaving a very bewildered press corp. stranded at the night club. Bonnie and Ron had left earlier in the Motsinger's Fiat giving them their first taste of freedom since they returned to Israel.
It was pure enjoyment for Bonnie being able to drive the speed limit without the worry of running down a scooter carrying a photographer. Ron smiled as he dug into his pocket and pulled out a bunch of papers with phone numbers written on them, "Look at all the new friends I made at the club."
Bonnie growled and rolled down the car window before snatching the offending pieces of paper and hurling them out the window, "You got me Ron, you don't need any more...friends."
"Awwwww"
"Seriously Ron, what are you going to do after you leave the army?" Bonnie asked as she wanted to have a serious talk with him before he would leave to report for duty in the morning.
Ron was silent for a long moment before answering, "I really don't know...I mean I can cook. That's always been a possibility...The stuff I learned in the army...Isn't what you would call civilian friendly."
Bonnie smiled, "You could always play poker."
Ron laughed, "Yeah... I could always play poker."
"When do you want to have kids?" Bonnie asked trying to sound calm.
"Ahhhhh Vada got you thinking did she?" Ron asked with a sly smile.
"NO"
"What do you want to do?" Ron asked leaving the decision up to Bonnie.
"I think it would be best to wait a few years." She said after some thought.
"OK"
"So what did you think of Dean and Vada?"
Ron shrugged, "Well he seems like a good guy...I mean he did swap cars with us."
Bonnie nodded, "Yeah...We caught them on a good night...Normally they fight like cats and dogs."
"Stress maybe?"
"With all that stuff going on with his business I could believe that."
Ron nodded his head, "Yeah"
"Now what did you want to talk to me about earlier?" She asked.
Ron began to try and remember what it was he wanted to talk about and then it came to him, "Oh yeah... When we get married I'll lose my status as Chayal Boded...I'll be making less money each month."
Bonnie looked over at him, "They won't consider you a lone soldier anymore? Well won't you get paid more because your married?"
"A little more...I'm not sure."
"So how much do you make a month?" Bonnie asked.
"Now that I'm a Sargeant...around 600 Shekels a month."
She nodded, "So what is that in dollars?"
Ron cleared his throat, "Umm around $200."
"You're damn lucky your going to be famous...We could never live on that." Bonnie said truthfully.
"So tell me about the agent?"
"Morey Buchbaum, he works for Kaplan, Shombeck and Howe...The top talent agency in Tel Aviv." Bonnie explained.
"And what do we know about Morey?"
Bonnie shrugged, "Our neighbor Mrs. Kirkendahl said he was a good boy."
Ron rolled his eyes, "Oh well if Mrs. Kirkendahl says he's a good boy..."
"Ron"
"Rufus"
The naked mole rat slowly poked his head out Ron's pocket. Ron picked him up and tried to examine him in the darkness of the car, "Haven't heard much out of you today?"
Rufus yawned, "Jet lag...yuck."
"You sure you're OK?" Ron asked not quite believing him.
The mole rat nodded again before yawning and slipped back into his pocket, "I really haven't been around him for very long...Did he always use to sleep this much?"
"We're back." Bonnie called out.
Ron looked up as they passed the welcome to Netanya sign, "Maybe I'll be posted at Tulkharm and won't have to go back to Lebanon."
Bonnie nodded, "I hope so...That way I can still see you."
"Yeah" Ron said quietly as he looked at his watch to see the time and winced as he realized he had to get up and leave shortly.
She took his hand, "Let's go to bed once we get to the apartment."
"Ah Booyah" Ron said his sexiest voice which caused Bonnie to giggle.
Bonnie pulled to a stop in the apartment complex before turning to face him, "I wish you didn't have to report so soon."
Ron took her hand and kissed it, "I'll be back soon, you'll see."
"You better be...I'm starting to get used to you being around."
He smiled, "Let's go inside."
Bonnie grinned, "I've got a surprise waiting for you."
Ron opened the door, "You know I like surprises."
Once they reached the door to the apartment Bonnie pointed to the bed room, "Get ready for bed and I'll be in shortly."
Ron grinned eagerly as he quickly undressed and put Rufus down for the night in his bed on the dresser. Then he crawled into bed and waited for his surprise. The door opened and in ran Bonnie decked out in her full Middleton High School cheer leading uniform.
He began laughing and clapping as Bonnie did a few of the old cheers. Then she leaped onto the bed and stood over him to let show she wasn't wearing any panties under the skirt before sinking to her knees and straddling his face, "Ummmm show me what you got Mad Dog." Bonnie purred happily as Ron showed her just what he had..