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A/N: Here we go, chapter 2! Things are really heating up.
First action scene I've written so please tell me what you think.
Special thanks to all who have reviewed the first chapter, didn't expect a response that quickly. You brought a smile to my face :-}.
Of special note:
Krikanalo: Thanks for the input, I'll see what I can do. Oh, and you get the Golden Chocolate Chip Cookie for first review. Savor the digital goodness.
CajunBear73: I'll make a subtle reference to John in later chapters, see if you can catch it. I also made one by accident in this chapter, can you find it?
Sentinel103: I am thrilled to know that I'm not that predictable! Wrong on all counts except one, where you are either 2/3 right or all-right. I haven't decided yet. Which one? You will just have to wait and see. Kudos on Your 'Once again' story man, I've read all of em. I highly recommend it to everyone.
To everyone else, thanks for the support!
So... here we go! Oh, since I suspect you are all just dieing to know, I went with the midnight-blue shirt. Sorry, no polka-dots for me.
Please read, review and, above all, enjoy.
Chapter 2: Dancing With Devils
-Possible Residence-
Ron arrived at the Possible house some fifteen minutes after he'd hung up on wade. Normally he would walk right in since the place was a second home to him. But with the distancing that he and Kim had been experiencing lately, he had begun to feel more and more like an outsider.
He walked up to the door and knocked. The hope sprung up in him that Wade had gotten through to Kim and she would be the one to answer the door already in 'mission mode' and ready to go. That hope was dashed when it was her mother who answered.
"Hey Ron, what are you doing here this late? I thought you'd be at the dance with Kim." Kims mom, Ann Possible, greeted him. She had hoped that Ron would've been at the dance, maybe even gotten the courage to confess the feelings that were so obvious. She'd seen the way her daughters blossoming relationship with Eric was hurting him. As nice as Eric seemed, she was sure Ron was a better match. She just wished her daughter would open her eyes and see it too.
All that hurt over making some statement at a high school dance. Kimmie I hope you know what you're doing.
"Hey Mrs. Dr. P.. Sorry for coming over so late but Wade and I need Mr. Dr. P. to see check something. Is he in?" He asked, that new awkwardness in his body language.
"Of course, come in." She told him, reading his body language like only a mother who had seen him grow up since the age of four could. "He's down in the basement, go on down. Ill bring you some snacks."
At the sound of the word snacks Ron stomach gave a very audible growl. Ron rubbed his stomach only now noticing how hungry he was. Darn! I forgot my food at Bueno Nacho! Drakken sooooooo owes me a refund.
With a sincere smile he said "Thanks Mrs. Dr. P, I'm starved." He stomach gave another growl as proof.
Ann couldn't help but smile wide as she moved to the kitchen.
Ron followed Ann to the kitchen and picked up the cordless phone to call Wade when a thought occurred to him. As soon as he heard the line connect he voiced it.
"Hey Wade, how am I going to show Dr. P the evil Diablo toy stuff through a phone?"
"Don't worry, I sent you something that should help. It should be there…"
The doorbell rang.
"right about now I guess." Ron could practically hear the smile on Wades face.
Ron ran to the door, opened it to find… a small package on the welcome mat.
"Wade, how do you do that man." He asked with a chuckle as he picked up the package and opened it to find a Kimmunicator, only it was black and all of the buttons were white. As soon as his hands touched it the screen came to life showing the young genius in his room with his ever present soda.
"My own Kimmunicator?! This is soooooo cool." Ron gushed, showing every bit of his childlike wonder.
When he heard himself say that in stereo he remembered the phone in his hand. He hanged up and went back into the house, closing the door behind him.
"Yeah, its one of the first prototypes I made for Kim. Simple communication and analytical capabilities only. Not much but it will do for what we need. The color is the factory default."
Good thing I hadn't scrapped it for parts like the others yet. Hope he doesn't mind. Wade wondered.
The fact that the Kimmunicator that was now his came from Wades scrap heap did nothing to lower Rons 'Christmas morning' level excitement over finally having one.
"So…" Ron said, smile dropping a bit. "Kim on her way?"
Wade winced a bit at the hope he could hear in Rons voice.
"Sorry Ron, still no answer." At the end of that phrase Rons smile faded completely. Wade felt instant guilt. Stupid Kim, hurry up and pick up! Wade thought glancing at his caller program that he'd set for Kim.
"Right. Well… Lets show those scans to Dr. P. See if we can figure out what Drakken's up to."
Ron ran to the kitchen where Ann was making some sandwiches and returned the phone to its proper place.
"Here Ron, grab some while I pour some juice for you and the kids." Ann offered Ron.
Ron, very grateful for the food grabbed two then went over to the stairs that led down to the basement.
"Thanks Mrs. P!" he yelled as he inhaled the first one. Again, the sincerity in his voice brought a smile to her face.
Ron started on the second sandwich as we hurried down the stairs.
Mr. Possible heard him coming down and looked up from his work.
"Hey there Ronald, what can I help you with." Dr. James Possible asked turning his seat in his direction, clearly intrigued. Ron never usually came to him with questions.
"Hi Mr. Dr. P. Wade and I wondered if you could help us with some mission stuff."
"Of course. But where's Kimmie-cub? Shouldn't she be here if its mission related?"
Dr. Possible may not be as emotionally attuned to others as his wife, but even he could recognize the heartbreak that crossed Rons face for a moment before he tried to hide it.
"Uh… She's at the Prom. We…uh… thought we'd give her the night off. She…deserves it. Yep." He said, looking at Wade through the Kimmunicator and giving him a look that begged 'please play along'.
"Really…" James said, not believing a word of it but preferring to sidestep that particular minefield. "So what do you need me to check out?"
"Wade?"
"Uploading scans now"
Ron handed his Kimmunicator to James. James looked at the data that Wade had obtained from his scans and thought they looked very familiar. Then it hit him.
"I do not believe it!"
"They're totally evil right?" Ron said, looking over James shoulder at the screen.
"The cibertronic technology, it's the Hephaestus project! He used my invention to build these things."
"Seriously?" Ron said "He steals a three billion dollar super secret tech and just gives it away with a burrito?! And he ditches the bendy straws?! This man does not know how to run a fast food business." He concluded.
James stared at Ron for a few moments before his wifes voice snaps him out of his reverie.
"Honey, Ron, the snacks are ready." Ann's voice drifted down to them from upstairs.
James handed the Kimmunicator back to Ron as he got up and moved up the stairs with Ron close behind.
"So how'd it go down there?" Ann asked from her seat on the couch when the two men came up.
"That Drakken fellow stole my technology to make those little Diablos." James answered, gesturing to the two toys Jim and Tim were playing with sitting on the floor by the coffee table which held a tray full of sandwiches next to five glasses of juice.
"We're playing with stolen technology." Jim told his brother.
"Cool" Tim answered.
Ron gravitated towards the tray, grabbed a sandwich and asked just before he took a bite. "So, what does your tech do Mr. Dr. P.?"
"The Cybertronic circuitry is like living metal. It can repair itself, modify itself, it can actually grow." He finished, showing his pride in the invention.
Ron chased down the sandwiches with some juice as his mind digested the info.
"And every kid on the planet has one…" He said in a very serious voice never before heard from him. If these things can really do all that… Drakken has really thought this one through. He thought as he went over the amount of work and planning that entailed.
Surprised at Rons serious tone, James hurried to reassure him. "Don't worry. It cant do anything without a command signal."
Right at that moment a low beep, like the sonar of a submarine in a movie, was heard throughout the house. It kept repeating at regular intervals as everyone in the house tried to figure out what it was. It didn't take them long.
Ron and James pulled Jim and Tim away from their Diablo toys just as the noise stopped. James cautiously approached the toys when they suddenly sparked and started growing and changing.
Its cute pincers turned into menacing claws, its adorable smile turned into a scowl and the D on its forehead turned sideways so that it looked mad. The straight part of the D separated, giving the Diablo the look of a Japanese samurai armor helm.
They continued to grow until they punched holes in the high ceiling of the Possible living room.
Ron put his 'serious face' on as he watched this happen. "Drs. P! Get the boys out of here, Ill distract the Diablos."
"Ronald…"
"Go! Distractions are what I do." He gently tapped his pocket "Rufus, were on."
Rufus, drowsily lifted the cover of the cargo pants pocket to see what was going on. He saw the giant menacing robot.
"Aaaaaahhaaaaaa! Noe!" the little guy squeaked as he dove back inside the pocket.
"Head to the garage!" James urged his family as they ran out the front door. No sooner where they clear than an energy blast tore through the open portal.
"Man this would be so cool if it wasn't trying to vaporize me…" The Possibles heard Ron complain. They heard a loud crash followed by "And crush me!"
Ron was able to dodge and evade the energy blasts from the cannons that the Diablos morphed their claws into. But only barely. Not used to direct confrontations like these, Ron was relying on pure instinct more than anything else. He dove into a roll between ones legs as it fired its cannons at where he had been and, using that momentum, jumped over the second one using its head to vault himself over as it hunched down to cut him with the saws that it grew its claws into. The Diablos saws followed Ron as he went over it but struck each other as they were about to reach him. The second Diablo rotated its chest, changed its saws into cannons and fired.
Keep moving, keep moving... Ron chanted to himself as he dodged the thick energy blasts by mere inches. Aw man, I loved this jersey. He thought as the beams singed and burned holes in it.
The living room had already been stomped into rubble and whatever was left was being finished off as the first Diablo moved from behind the second. The dining room, which was behind Ron now, was being shredded by every cannon blast he dodged.
I have to take this outside or there won't be a house left. He thought as he dodged another blast. He glanced to his right, saw the large wall sized living room window and acted. He bent down and picked up a piece of rubble. As soon as the second Diablo fired again he took off at a dead sprint for the window, throwing the piece of wall or floor at it at the same time. By then the first Diablo had finished moving and started shooting its cannons as well.
The small piece of rubble punched a hole in the window with various cracks spreading from it, but it didn't shatter as he had expected.
The floor he'd just stepped on as he ran erupted in green smoke and rubble as both Diablos synched and fired.
Five feet from the hole in the window Ron jumped for all he was worth, tucked himself into a ball with his arms protecting his head and legs bent over his chest and stomach, and went right through.
"Ow!..." Ron hissed just before he landed, stumbled into a roll and fell onto his back. He quickly rolled to the side and took a kneeling position looking back at the house. He was surprised at how far from the house he'd gotten.
I made it halfway to the sidewalk… never been able to jump that far before. He thought as he looked at the nasty cut on his right forearm. It formed a jagged red line from the top of his wrist to just before the elbow.
The glass always shatters harmlessly in Bricks of Fury! Those liars.
Thanks to his experience as a volunteer at the Middleton Medical Centers various programs Ron knew that the cut was fairly deep but not life threatening. The bleeding needed to be stopped though. Reeeally don't need to get lightheaded at the moment.
Looking back at the house, he heard the Diablos walking towards him. Ron quickly took off his red jersey and started wrapping his forearm tightly.
"Rufus, I need you buddy." He said, holding the makeshift bandage tight and propping it on his right knee to give Rufus a perch to work from.
Rufus stuck his head out, saw what Ron wanted and got to work on the knots he needed.
"Cmon, cmon…" Ron said as the Diablos tore right through the wall. One came through the left edge of the window, taking part of the wall out. The other actually used the door…sort of. Being so huge it took out the entire concrete doorway.
"Ta-da!" Came Rufus's squeak as he finished tying the last knot.
"Thanks buddy." He said, giving Rufus a 'high five' with his index finger. "Here we go again." Rufus jumped back into his designated pocket as Ron stood and took a defensive stance.
Once the Diablos got clear of the house they paused for a moment. The right one morphed his right cannon into a saw but kept his left cannon. The left one morphed his right cannon back into a claw but kept his left cannon. Both of them started advancing towards him.
Gonna mix it up are we. He mused grimly. Like things weren't bad enough before.
He was starting to get tired. He needed to figure out a way to stop these things fast.
Need some breathing room to call Wade. He'll know what to do. He thought as round two began.
-Possible Residence: Garage-
James and Ann Possible stood in front of the garage door, both wearing very worried looks. They could hear the fight through the thick walls and what they heard only added to their worry.
"Maybe we should call the police?" Ann suggested. "Or that Global Justice agency Kimmie told us about…"
"They'd never get here in time. And we left all our phones in the house."
They continued to fuss until they heard a faint crash of glass followed by a louder crash. Looking outside through the windows on the garage door they spotted Ron kneeling in the front lawn. Saw him take off his jersey and wrap it around his arm.
The walls of the garage shook, accompanied by a very loud crash.
The watched as one of the giant robots tore through the entryway, paused, then advanced towards Ron.
"Ronald's in trouble." James commented.
"Ok" Ann said, taking charge "Were talking about giant robots here."
"Giant cybertronic robots" James corrected.
"Giant cybertronic robots armed with state of the art weapons." Jim added, worried.
"Ron never stood a chance." Tim said, mirroring his brothers fear. They both loved Ron. They'd known him as long as they'd known Kim and their parents. To them Ron wasn't like a brother. He was their brother.
"Boys!" James admonished his children. "How many times have I told you? 'Anything's possible for a Possible'. We can certainly help Ronald win!"
Throughout this exchange Ann kept as close an eye as she could on the fight outside. Ron's doing quite well. She thought as Ron barely dodged another punch that left a small crater in the dirt. But that won't be enough. And I don't like what he did to that arm. She could tell Ron was hurt, not badly but still wounded. Plus he was tiring.
She spotted Rons beat up scooter and had a thought. That thought quickly grew into an idea and then a plan.
"Jim, Tim. We need to borrow your rockets." She said with a confident smile. She turned around and told her family of geniuses the plan she had come up with. They all smiled, especially the twins. This was gonna be fun.
They started moving.
Jim and Tim got their rockets off the wall where they were hanged and started prepping them.
James opened the door enough for him to roll under it. Ann closed it behind him. James crept over to the scooter throwing a glance at the one-sided battle that was raging a few feet to his right.
His eyes locked onto Ron's, who happened to glance at James at the same time. A moment later Ron leapt to the side opposite James, dodging a saw and drawing the Diablos line of sight away from him. James grabbed the scooter by the handlebars and guided it back to the garage. As he waited for the door to open wide enough for him to pass through he had a strange thought. Were Ronald's eyes always that deep a color? He threw another quick glance at Ron and saw that… no, Ron's eyes were the light chocolate brown he remembered. He chalked it up to the unusual amounts of adrenalin pumping though his veins.
Had he kept looking, he would have noticed them change color for half a second before he charged forward.
He took the scooter over to the work bench that the twins regularly used. The twins where there with their rockets ready for installation. Both of them were wearing huge excited grins. They were joined by Ann who had just closed the garage door and quickly got to work.
The family of geniuses had the rockets installed and welded to the side of the scooter in minutes. Once they finished James rolled the modified scooter to the door and propped it up on its stand. The Twins made a few last minute adjustments to the rockets remote and Ann stood back a bit to give her family of rocket enthusiasts room for takeoff.
"Ready?" James asked, a hand on the garage door button and Ron's helmet in the other.
"Ready!" The twins replied in unison.
James hit the door button. As soon as it finished opening he yelled "Ronald! Think fast!" and threw the helmet at him like a Frisbee.
"Blastoff!" The twins yelled together, Jim held the remote up and Tim hit it with his fist. The rockets on the scooter flared to life, sending it after the helmet towards his owner.
-Possible Residence: What's left of the Front Lawn-
What's Mr. P doing? Ron wondered as he spotted James creeping towards his scooter. Further thought into this mystery was derailed as instinct told him to leap to his left. The saw barely missed him. He circled them counterclockwise, putting their backs to James as he rolled the scooter towards the garage.
Once he'd finished moving he noted the positions of the Diablos. The one with the claw was nearest him with the saw on a few paces back and to the left. He saw and opening and took it.
Ron at an angle to the right then charged full speed to the left as the Diablo fired its cannon at where he had been headed, missing completely. It tried to crush him into the ground with the claw on its right arm but Ron jumped on top of it using his right arm to help himself over. Much to his arm's protests.
Channeling the force of his landing into his run he charged straight for the second Diablo. He faked left then spun right evading the Diablo's saw and rand right between its legs. He finished his run by sliding into the bushes that framed the Possible driveway.
Once he slid to a stop on the other side he shut his eyes tight and braced. After a few heartbeats he heard the mechanical sounds of the Diablos rotating but not shooting. After a few more he let out a short breath he'd been holding.
I cant believe that actually worked.
He got to a low but ready kneeling position, reached into his right pocket and pulled out his kimmunicator. A part of his mind noted that he'd left it on after . P. handed it back to him.
"Wade, I got a couple of big problems here!" He whispered fiercely.
"If it has anything to do with a giant rampaging robot, I can relate." Wade responded in a calmer-than-he-should-be voice as a Diablo claw could be seen slamming into the desk he was hiding under.
"Dude, what do we do?"
"Dr. Possible mentioned their need for a command signal, if you shut it down you shutdown the robots." Wade explained as the Diablo could be seen shooting its cannon in the background. "But I'm in no position to trace it for you."
Ron thought for a second before stating dramatically "It's probably at the source of all this evil…" He took a deep breath. "Bueno Nacho."
At that moment Ron caught some movement out of the corner of his eye to his right. One of the Diablos had moved to the street in his search for him and spotted him. Two seconds later the bush he had be hiding behind burst into flames and disintegrated into ash. The Diablo on the street fired its cannon, almost hitting his outstretched right hand and kimmunicator.
"Oh cmon! A flamethrower too? There should be a rule…!" Ron complained, putting away the kimmunicator and taking a stance.
"Ronald! think fast!" He heard from behind him. Turning he just barely caught his scooter helmet.
"Blastoff!" He heard the twins yell next. A moment later his scooter came shooting towards him, propelled by two rockets.
Catching on quick, Ron jumped on the scooter as it blasted by him, slamming the helmet on his head with ease. He went under the robot that stood on the road and set a course for his favorite hangout.
Booyah! The Possible clan comes through again! Ron thought excitedly. His excitement was short lived as a green energy blast landed next to him, causing him to swerve and almost lose control. Glancing back he saw both Diablo robots closing in on their own rocket powered caterpillar tracks on each foot.
"Ack! Give us a break!" He screamed back as he took evasive maneuvers against dual cannon fire coming from the lead Diablo.
After various turns and some creative driving, Ron came to the long stretch of road that went straight to the restaurant.
"Rufus! We need the rockets to go faster!" Ron yelled to his buddy over the explosions.
The little guy opened his pocket, took a look at the rockets and spotted the red button near the bottom of it. He carefully but quickly made his way to the back of the scooter, saw the identical button on the other rocket and pressed them both at the same time with his feet.
Rufus held on tight to the back of the scooter as the rockets started to hum louder. Half a second later the rockets afterburners kicked in. The flames trailing out of the rocket turned from yellow to blue and grew twice in size. The scooter shot forward at a ridiculous speed, leaving the Diablos far behind in a cloud of smoke.
The scooter went so fast that Ron could feel his face being pulled over his skull. Rufus held on for dear life with his front paws with his body trailing behind like a weird flag.
Just as Bueno Nacho came within sight the rockets dropped down their output. A ten minute drive was done in two.
"Whoa…" Rufus squeaked moving from the back to Rons shoulder with his little body hanging down his back.
"No kidding." Ron said, looking ahead at the restaurant. "Oh no. He even changed the giant taco sign!" he complained to his buddy.
Rufus squeaked at Ron in the way that only he understood.
"Oh! Right. That must be the command thing. How're we supposed to take that out?"
Rufus looked behind them at the rapidly gaining Diablos, they'd obviously put on a burst of speed themselves. He got an idea and quickly squeaked it to his human.
"Lure!" He squeaked, pointing behind them at the Diablos.
Ron looked at the approaching robots though his rearview mirror. Then at the Command Tower. Then back at the robots and frowned.
"This is gonna be tricky. Hold on Rufus!"
Rufus scampered over Ron and into the front basket, his usual seat on the scooter, found his specially made goggles and held on as ordered.
At that moment Lars, evil restaurant manager, came out the front doors and saw them approaching. Ron popped a wheelie as they neared him and pulled hard on the throttle, getting enough boost out of the rockets to get airborne. They flew over a startled Lars and over the roof of the restaurant. Ron hit the brakes fast, turning off the rockets and falling on the roof where he skidded sideways to a halt right at the edge.
Lars looked up at him with a scowl as Ron looked behind him.
"Looking the wrong way dude!" Ron yelled to Lars.
Lars looked behind him, saw the rapidly approaching giant Robots and gave a very unmanly scream. He dove to the side to avoid being run over by the Diablos like the command taco sign was. The tower slammed into the ground as the Diablos sped past it, chasing their prey. A piece of it hit Lars over the head and knocked him out.
Just as the Diablo was about to slam its claw into Ron it suddenly stopped. A second later it started shrinking. With each shrink a burst of electricity escaped until it shrunk back to its original size, shape and adorable look.
Ron heard the same sound of electricity behind him. He turned to find three more Diablos with their arms stretched towards him shrinking aswell.
Oh man, I would've been cooked if that hadn't worked. He shivered a bit as he imagined just how cooked those flamethrowers would have made him.
"That was a sweet idea buddy." He told Rufus.
"Booyah!" Rufus squeaked, giving him a thumbs up.
He pulled out his kimmunicator and hit the 'call Wade' button.
"Hey Wad… Aww DUDE!"
The kimmunicator had a fairly large chunk of the top missing. Half the screen was gone. It looked like someone had taken a bite out of it. The edges over the missing part were melted.
"Man, I just got this." He said, severely bummed.
He got back on the scooter and hit the ignition. The scooter started at once, the rockets giving a low hum.
"Ok, ok… I got this… I can totally do this… no big." He said, trying to raise his confidence. "I got us up here, right? I can definitely get us down, right?" He asked Rufus, looking for a little extra support.
Rufus just readjusted his goggles and held on tight to the baskets bars. "Go!" He squeaked.
Ron took off for the edge opposite him, popped another wheelie as he got close and gunned the throttle. The second they were over air he let off causing them to drop then gunned it again as they neared the ground. The result was a rough but safe landing back on solid earth.
"Phew" Ron and Rufus said at the same time, relieved.
He turned the rocket scooter off and walked to the payphone he had used not 40 minutes before, stuck a quarter in and called Wade.
I'm gonna run out of quarters at this rate. He thought,bummed again over the fate of his new gadget.
"Hello?"
"Hey Wade, you alright."
"Yeah, the Diablo shutdown and shrunk down. Thanks to you I'm gessing."
"It was Rufus who came up with the idea." He said, giving props were props were earned.
Rufus beamed with pride from Ron's shoulder.
"Why are you calling from a payphone though?"
"My kimmunicator got shot…" He said with a sigh. Didn't even get to put a sticker on it… He sniffed a bit.
"Oh… don't worry about it Ron. I can make you a new one after this is over."
"Thanks man." He said, his spirits rising a bit. "Any new from Kim?"
"No… She hasn't answered yet." Wade said haltingly.
"Well, is she alright? What if the Diablos attacked her at the dance?" He asked with mounting panic. Normally he wouldn't be this worried. But these bots were deadlier than anything they had ever faced before. Drakken had definitely stepped up his game.
"Oh…" Was all Wade said. He hadn't thought of that. "Hold on."
Wade got his keyboards and monitors, the ones that still worked at least, back in place as fast as he could. Once he did he started typing furiously, tapping into the kimmunicators emergency systems and taking control of the extendable camera.
"Talk to me man!" Ron said, panic about to boil over.
"I'm checking!" Wade answered, Ron's panic was as contagious as his excitement.
As soon as an image appeared in his screen he grabbed his joystick and snaked the camera out the corner of Kims purse. Once out he looked around to assess the situation.
Everyone was either out on the dance floor dancing, or at the tables resting and/or eating. Wade spotted Kim on the dance floor having a good time alongside Eric. It was obvious that no Diablos had attacked the dance and everyone was blissfully unaware of what was going on outside those walls.
"Wade!" Ron yelled.
"She's fine. Looks like no Diablos attacked the school." Wade said, retracting and deactivating the camera.
Ron let out a very audible sigh, as if a two ton weight had been taken off his back.
"Good. Listen, I'm gonna go check on Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P and the twins. Call ya when I get there…"
"Alright."
"Wade?" Ron started, then hesitated. Do I really want to know? He wondered. No, I reeeeally don't. But I need to.
"Yeah?"
"How…how did she look? Was she happy?" He asked after a few heartbeats. He knew the answer, but he needed to confirm it.
Wade fidgeted on his seat. He considered lying. Saying that 'no, she looked bored' or something like that. But his quick mind dashed that idea. It would raise his hopes. Then smack him back down when the lie was exposed, which it would. Very easily.
The truth, in this case, will hurt less than a lie. He concluded. Hating the fact.
"Yeah." He told him"She looked happy."
Ron gave a sharp nod that only Rufus saw. I figured.
"Thanks man. Call ya when I get to the Possibles." Ron said before he hung up.
He mounted his rocket scooter and took off down the road he had just driven through. His mind deep in thought.
To be Continued...
What could be going on in the mind of Ron Stoppable? A confusing place to be, I'm sure.
What will he do now?
Should I eat that last piece of pizza?
Fair warning though, don't expect me to update this quickly. This chapter was already half done when I posted the first one. I'm a slow writer by nature, although this story seems to keep pouring into me.
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