A man and his two body guards walk down an open hallway, all wearing nothing but fancy, expensive suits. They stop in front of a large, double doored room. The two guards walk in front, and pull open the doors for him. The room revealed to be massive, with windows instead of walls at every turn. You could easily enjoy the perfect view of the night filled city.

They were on the 25th floor. You could see Christmas lights and other lit up buildings. It was truly beautiful.

The room was a large, open space with dim lit lights of all different colors, all organized very well. There was an open bar with more men in suits, along with a small jacuzzi and a table that could fit from 6 to 10 people. Everyone in the open room was of Asian descent. The bartender, the jacuzzi loungers and the drinkers at the bar and table, all Asian.

But the men and women at the table, were talking in their foreign language with clear bags of white powder on the table in front of them. Powder as white as the snow falling right outside their window.

"You seein' this, KP?"

"Yeah, I see them. Finally, caught em all in one room."

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Cocaine. Deported all the way from Laos. And lots of it."

A naked mole rat poked his head out of the blonde boy's pocket, with a Santa hat on his head. He mimicked an addict snorting a line of coke. A glare was sent his way from both teenagers, Ashe nervously laughed and dropped back inside his pocket.

The red headed teenager crouched on one knee, the other perked up. She had both her hands on an advanced set of binoculars, staring through the glass building. She saw multiple Asian men, looking to be dealing and trading the cocaine in the large room. She could hear her partner/best friend/boyfriend talking in her ear through her wireless ear piece.

"Do you think they know about my mystic monkey powers?"

"Very funny." She spoke back into her mic. She then put her snow covered binoculars back in her utility belt, and stood up. "Okay Ron, are you ready?" She asked, and pressed her first two fingers on her ear piece. "Right behind ya KP." She then heard him end the chat, knowing he was ready for the leap.

"Showtime."

She then leapt off the roof of the wet skyscraper, into nearly a straight dive. She expanded her arms and spread her legs, forming her wing suit. She glided through the rough and wet wind, not even flinching thanks to her goggles. She flew closer to the window, and began to sway and turn her body towards the far left window. As she was nearly 11 feet away, she closed her wing suit, and brought her feet straight in front of her.

The men converse amongst themselves, with coked out women right next to them. They were saving the women for later. "Eleven hundred thousand, no less." One said, revealing his thick accent. The man across the table from him made a small glared, then looked at the cohort next to him. They spoke privately for a second, before he looked back at the other.

"Fine. It'll suffice." He spoke, also with an accent. He reached in his pocket, and pulled out a fat roll of wrapped dollar bills. Each bill worth a hundred dollars. He proceeded to hand the man the cash in exchange for the drugs. "It's been a pleasure, Mister Sheng. We will keep in touch-

CRASH!

All the attention in the massive room went to the front of the room, where two people broke through the windows on each side of the front. The girl flew in and kicked a man down to the ground who was standing and drinking a heavily fused drink. On the other side, a blonde haired boy flew in and barrel rolled to his feet.

"Hello, scum bags." Kim Possible grinned, as she stood up and flung her googles off.

"Shit! It's Team Possible!" One of the Asian men yelled. They all drew their handguns on the two teens, and cocked them. "Time to go to work." Ron said, also throwing off his soaking wet goggles. Bullets began to fly all over the room, the teens dodging every round fired at them. Some of the closer men, drew out their knives.

One black haired man sliced down at Kim, only to be evaded by her backflipping behind him. She stuck a perfect landing, and roundhouse kicked him in the temple, throwing him to the ground. Her foot planted back to the ground, she saw someone slice right at her head. She ducked underneath it, then pivoted to look behind her. He went for another slice, easily blocked by the girl. She knocked the knife out of his hand, and kicked him hard into the window. The window cracked as he hit the hard floor.

Out of the corner of her eye she would partially watch Ron, making sure he was alright. Sure he was The wielder of the Mystic Monkey Power, but he still wasn't on the same martial arts level as Kim on a regular basis. But, she was proud to see how well he was doing on his own. He's very much improved since the days where they encountered Drakken almost weekly.

"They're just children, you idiots!" Sheng yelled, still during his handgun at Ron Stoppable. "Hey you know, I just turned 19, okay?" Ron got easily offended, and flipped a guy over his shoulder. While they were distracted with bickering, they didn't realize one of the drug lords was starting to run away.

Kim punched a goon straight in the nose, instantly breaking it as he dropped to the floor holding his nose in pain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him getting away.

She reached in her pocket, and pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade." She said partially sternly. "What's up Kim?" The now early teenage boy appeared on the screen. "I think it's time we keep these dogs in the kennel." Kin smirked. Wade nodded, instantly knowing what she was referring to. She heard him type away his magic, then look back at the screen. "Alright Kim, security system is active. Those doors aren't opening without the SWAT knocking them down." Wade smirked back. "Thanks Wade, I'll keep you posted." The teen said, before hanging up and putting the Kimmunicator back in her pocket.

Another goon ran at her firing his handgun. She rolled to the side, and jumped high in the air above him. As she flipped over him, she grabbed his head, and slammed it down to the ground. As she landed she was caught off guard, with a goon hitting her in the back of the head with the bottom of his gun. She hit the ground, and felt the back of her head. She look at her hand and saw the small amount of blood. "That's gonna take forever to wash out!" She yelled about her hair.

He fired the gun at her on the ground, only to be disarmed by her kick. She then leg swept him, and jumped on top of him, landing on his chest.

As she was occupied with her handful of goons, Ron was punched a dude in the gut, and throwing him to the ground. He briefly looked over to see how his GF was doing. He watched her kick men all over the place. Man did that get his fire going. He loved seeing Kim get all riled up. But he was paying too much attention to her, and not enough to his surroundings. He didn't notice that the men that were left, were gone. "Wait.. huh?" He then came to realization.

"Ron!" He then heard Kim yell. He looked back at her, and saw her pointing. He followed her gaze, and saw them gather towards a hidden door. Since it was a door to what was probably an escape room, there was no security system involved with it. He then saw her bolt off towards them. But she was to focused on catching the rest of the dealers. She was distracted from behind her.

Ron gazed behind her, and saw one last goon, getting off the ground. He had a small trickle of blood running from the side of his head. With the energy he had left, he picked a knife off the floor, and aimed it directly at Kim's head. "Heh-heh, gotcha bitch." He smiles faintly. Ron instantly knew what was coming. He saw the man then bring his arm back, split second away from launching it at Kim.

"KP!" She heard Ron yell, louder and more frightening than usual. She stopped chasing the Yakuza, and looked behind her.

Slice.

Before even getting a chance to glimpse at what Ron was yelling at, she was thrown to the ground, hitting it hard. She groaned in pain as her head smacked down, on the same spot on her head where her fresh wound was.

Trying to regather herself, she tried lifted her head off the ground. Her vision was blurry, but her other senses weren't. She felt something heavy on top of her. As her vision regain focus, she realized it was a person. But, it's who the person was that she recognized.

She saw Ron's blonde hair at first, then sat up. "Ron! Are you okay?" She easily worried, and rolled him off. Then, she noticed his face was faint. "Ron!" She yelled again. She felt something cold touch her ankle, through her thick and warm socks. She looked down, and saw the dark red liquid running from his back.

Panicking, she rolled him over until his stomach, and saw a frightening sight. There was a hole in his back, with a knife stuck in it. "RON!" She then yelled bloody murder. She put her hand around the wound, and yanked the blade out quickly with the other. She felt him give out a small yelp as she pulled on it.

She reached back in her pocket and once again pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade! Ron is hit! Send us our ride now!" She shook like a rabid dog. "Is he okay?!" Ron panicked back at her. "Now, Wade!" She yelled again, and put it back in her pocket. She saw his eyes faintly stay open. "Ron, Ron listen to me! You're going to be okay. Okay?" She tried to fight back the urge to let tears loose.

"Kim- AH god it hurts." He spoke surprisingly clearly. "Shhh-shh-sshhh. Save it until we get to the extract. Try not to move." She shook even worse. She looked up at the Yakuza, who were finally gone. Again. This was a rare opportunity to catch all of them in one spot. But they missed their window... again.