Game Plan
Chapter 2
The majority of the people who walked the streets did so at a relaxed pace, they had no real reason too hurry. For this sleepy little town on the outskirts of Hawaii had a laid back way of life, where most of the world toiled under the guise of Live to Work this part of paradise liked the idea of Work to Live. That didn't mean they were lazy for the town was immaculately kept, as it needed to be when the main means of revenue was the tourist trade, so the towns upkeep was exceptional.
The streets were well paved, the main one being connected to an on ramp to the inner state highway, which to most locals didn't make any sense. They lived on an island not even remotely connected to the rest of the world let alone the any other state so why they needed an inner state highway nobody really knew. But most just shrugged and left it to the bureaucratic fools in the capital to come up with the really irrational ideas.
Now the people took great pride in the township, the lawns were well manicured, not golf coarse manicured but just enough so it looked beautiful. From the street lamps swung planters with different types and colours of flowers, street benches stuck out from time to time so pedestrians could rest or look at a map and figure out where they were. All the building were clean and well laid out, eateries both local delicacies for the daring. Plus for those who didn't wish to stray from the norm, well more than one fast food establishment catered to those. Most importantly the buildings didn't cloud out the sky, unlike the major cities the structures didn't go above a certain height. The feeling of not being crowded was joyful and that's just the way the locals liked it.
Those people walking down the street stopped abruptly feeling the earth shake slightly under their feet. Being a volcanic island most figured it was the goddess rumbling away, not an uncommon occurrence. But when the second fallowed a short distance behind the first people began to worry. This didn't feel like the goddess but more like massive footsteps of some unseen creature crashing down. Most started looking around for a cause and were very surprised by what they saw.
Coming from down a small side street a giant of a metallic man emerged. Massive feet stamped the ground punching gaping holes deep into the asphalt, tree trunk sized legs held up the heavy brightly coloured torso, construction being more along the lines of safe than the chest of a man. Heavy gage arms with oversized hands jutted out from the shoulders and up top a bucket like head. Glowing red eyes stared out unblinking at the world around it. The figure may have looked like it contained a jaw but there was no mouth just a nasty upward hook like appendage. The automaton was painted in garish colours almost as if it was meant to be noticed and gawked at.
Those nearest quickly moved themselves from the path of the oncoming monster. Dodging past the asphalt kicked up when mighty feet rent the ground. Even though many were remote from the machination they paused and moved farther away or hid behind some article which might offer some protection.
Neither did its head or body move as it marched down the boulevard just one great crunch after the other. It kept this pace, never altering until it arrived at its programmed location, the largest bank in this sleepy little town. There it turned sharply stomping up to the main doors, mighty hands raised forward palms clamped together creating a giant wedge. Resuming its forward momentum; this time slowly, relentlessly it pushed alongside the glass barrier. Beneath this onslaught the simple double glass doors twisted and buckled, glazing shattered spraying everywhere. Effortlessly the aluminum was pushed aside, the overhead bar connected with heavy shoulders, popped out from its welded sockets falling to the ground with a clatter. Wrecked glass lying about was ground powder under mammoth feet. The second set of doors faired no better than the first being ripped asunder and crunched underfoot as if not existing at all.
The creature made a line for the vault, its head slicing though ceiling tiles and smashing light fixtures with its every giant step. Its route took it around the teller's desk as if the thing already knew the glass and wood facade were just decoration around which an armoured framework existed. This would have done nothing more than slow the monstrosity down and its programming dictated that not time be wasted on its quest.
The automaton ventured past the desks down a hallway into the back where the heavy iron vault door was situated. Colossal arms pointed forward positioned one to either seam of the door, the impact scared the metal renting the air with a horrid screech. The hands began to vibrate looking for the right frequency as the body pushed forward forcing the joints farther apart. Ceiling tiles began to fall, objects with no weight fell off desks far down the hall, gradually the drywall cracked and split, great chunks tumbling away. Officers that had arrived, called by the silent alarm stumbled to their knees helpless to do naught but watch as the door slowly split away from its housing.
Fingers working around the inside of the entry grasping and obliterating the metal; the door was showing itself to be nothing more than a minor obstacle. The gate dropped to the floor with a horrid crunch almost bent in half from its useless battle. Forced to duck under the overhang the creature scanned the inside of the safe. Its sensors picking and choosing which safety box would be best. A compartment in the front of the monstrosity opened wide as the creation cleaved open the wall pulling boxes out and dumping them into its belly. Finishing one side it moved to the other preferring only the most valuable leaving the insignificant, the final task was to purloin the banks cash reserves, a necessity for transactions during the next business day.
Turning it left the way it had come slowly storming past the confused constables, whose minds were unsure of what to do against such overwhelming odds. In the center of the cordoned off street the contraption bent backwards, its neck unable to move, and twisted around as if looking for something. Its tiny computer brain scanning and entering into the data ports any overhead power cables and overhanging obstacles that would cause problems in its next maneuver.
From out of the back sprouted bulky engine packs that began to spool to life. Arms locked into the side and legs braced firmly together shaping itself into a giant rocket. As it slowly began to lift off the GPS systems kicked in letting the computer know where it was and where it needed to be for a smooth flight. Added boost erupted from the base of the feet pushing the monstrosity into the air, faster and faster it rose until it disappeared out of sight of the senseless audience.
Xxxxx
Several alluring girls leapt and pranced in the foreground of the playing field and the stands. Their antics designed to engage the audience and keep them distracted while the play changed and the troupes reorganized. At the front Kim along with Tara and Hope waved their pom-poms high in the air and chanted along with the audience "Ya can't Stop the Stoppable!" In the background a brown haired girl wasn't quite so enthusiastically vocalizing.
Kim was incredibly proud of her man today, already he had run for two touch downs and there was still another quarter of the game to go. The opposing team was the Upperton Unicorns weren't doing all that well this season but that didn't bother her one bit. On the other hand he'd also been smeared across the field once and that hadn't gone over so well in her book but at least she was resisting the temptation to run out onto the field to obliterate the guy who'd done it. Irregardless she was proud of her man and his accomplishments, not only having the most yards in a single game but he was working on most yards and touch downs in a single season. It would be a long while before anyone would trump his scores at this high school.
She watched as he slowly left the field, the other team had managed to stop the Unstoppable but he had gotten them close enough to the end zone that a well place kick would send the score up another notch. She desperately wanted to rush over and wrap her arms about him all the while planting a huge kiss upon his lips. But that would not do, not in the middle of a game; she'd wait until after to show her affection.
The ball was fired off into the hands of the waiting kicker who sent the ball flying high into the air, lofting the oblong creation between the two yellow metal posts at the end of the field. The multitude went wild with delight as the score climbed ever higher. Then she heard it, a slight beep beep bee deep sound emanating from her backpack at the edge of the field, barley heard over the roar of the throng. Not now she moaned. Why was it that when everything in her life seemed to be going swimmingly and she just wanted to be normal did the Kimmunicator start chirping?
Rushing to the edge of the grassy field by the benches, an area where Kim and her squad waited when not needed out on the turf. Dropping to her knees Kim ripped open her backpack and rummaged through the contents hoping to find the communications device before it chirped again. Device in hand she hit the respond button on the front, retorting with a cheerful "Hey Wade what's the sitch?"
Upon the tiny screen appeared the image of a young coloured boy. He emerged as pump figure with curly black hair cut short. Upon his heavy set frame was a light blue t-shirt and he was surrounded by a wall of computer gizmos arranged in a almost haphazard manner. All that stuff was good for something but Kim didn't have a clue, she wasn't a techno geek like the boy before her. "Bad news Kim…" wasn't it always "I don't have much info but it seems a though some sort of robot just smashed into a bank and walked off with a fortune."
Kim frowned, this was definitely bad news but then it seems the only time Wade called was with offerings of unpleasantness. Wade was in charge of Team Possible's intelligence department, gathering all the necessary information for Kim and Co. to successfully complete the world saving missions they undertook. He did this mostly from the basement of his parent's home for he was but twelve years old and didn't generally like to head out of doors. Preferring the cool darkness of man made underground chambers. Sighing, she really did want to stay and watch her companion continue with his game but duty called. "Ok Wade I'm on it." She stated reluctantly "Is it close enough for the car or do I need a lift?"
"According to radar track it flew off somewhere near the coast of Hawaii but it doesn't seem to have left the island. So yes you'll need a ride." With a thumbs up signal from his side of the computer "One ride for two coming right up."
"No I think Ron's needed here. I should be alright it's just an evil robot." She stated with some degree of certainty.
On the other end Wade wasn't so sure but he wasn't in charge of the action side of the team so generally went with what the team leader said. "Ok the ride should be there momentarily."
Xxxx
Ron stumbled off the field tired and aching slightly after another pummeling. Why did the blasted quarterback just hand him the ball and expect a one hundred and fifteen pound blonde haired, brown eyed little guy to just wade through a line of heavy monsters whose equipment weighted more than he did. Even Ron knew that physics didn't work that way, a small mobile object didn't stand a chance against several large immobile ones.
Slumping down heavily upon the cold hard bench Ron slid his helmet off. The cool air felt good against his dirty sweat caked head. Uniform covered in grime and grass stains, he considered it close to a miracle that someone was able to remove most of the mess between competitions. Helmet slowly slid from tired fingers and thudded against the ground, before him coach Barkkin paced nervously before the bench. They were winning but too many times the game had gone south under the not so brilliant ministrations of former quarterback Flagg. This year they would try and break tradition.
Ron snapped up suddenly, something wasn't right but he didn't know what it was. Deep down in the pit of his stomach he knew something was amiss. He felt fine, other than the bruises and scrapes that occurred during that last disaster of a play. Looking first left then right his eyes didn't take in anything amiss. The multitude had quieted down awaiting the advent of renewal of play, his parents were watching but there was no way he'd ever find them. The players were all present; cheer girls were waving their pom-poms trying to work the crowd. No! Ron Stoppable's eyes widened there was one girl missing, his.
Frowning, a slight growl rumbled deep in his throat. He hated when she wasn't here and there was only one reason why she wouldn't be present. Well ok maybe two but it was unlikely Kim would leave to go to the bathroom in the middle of a game. It was obvious she was out on a mission and left him behind. He didn't like when she took off without him for she always got into trouble and needed to be rescued. At least that's how it worked in Ron's imagination.
Xxxxx
Kim re-checked the Kimmunicator just to ensure this was the right place. She had parachuted down into a clearing just shy of the main road. Forced to tramp a smart distance through the long damp grass then hopping a thin wire fence just so she could walk a distance down the main thorough fair. From there the trail moved onto a dirt and gravel path which twisted its way through thick green vegetation the likes of which she had never seen before. At some points the greenery was so think it meshed overhead and blotted out the sun.
As the undergrowth ended and the ground opened up Kim hunkered down in a dark patch of earth hidden from prying eyes. From the pouch on her hip a tiny pair of powerful binoculars was removed so as to survey the area.
The road continued for a ways still meandering about until it ended in a large warehouse type building. The overgrowth had been trimmed back to where she presently lay; the grass had been allowed too grow and from the looks it hadn't been cut in a long time. It was now very high and a deep brown colour that crinkled when touched. The building itself was on top of a hill overlooking the surrounding area. Simple sheets of metal angled to allow the rain to drain off formed the roof. Outside walls had a hideous metallic brown colour starting from the concrete base and ran straight up to the roof line. No windows were visible but on the main side facing Kim a large role up metal door rose part way up the barrier with a man door not a great distance to her right. There was no fence, no security features visible and no sign of movement.
Kim grew impatient waiting and decided to make the first move. Creeping out of the concealment provided by the greenery she moved out into the sunlight and waded into the long thick grass activating the stealth mode on the super-suit as she went. This would have been better in the darkness where she would remain unseen on her advance, but it couldn't be helped now. Crawling through the dense grass Kim could feel the thick stocks rubbing against the heavy armoured fabric of the invisible super suit, the organics jabbing into her flesh. Behind Kim a path seemed to magically grow as the overgrowth was pushed aside.
It was a long and arduous task silently groping her way along, trying to stay hidden. Kim knew anyone positioned above would see the path created where the grass was pressed down. There was no way that could be helped the costume would help her remain unseen but how she affected the environment lingered. The long grass rose all the way up the hill and ended only when Kim felt the warm concrete at the base of the structure.
Removing the lipstick from her belt she removed the lid and twisted the handle completely around. The tiny tube warmed to the touch emitting a tiny warble as the end shot forth a stream of superheated electrons. Thus allowing her to quickly slice a rather snug heroin sized hole through the ugly thin metal casing at the base of one wall. With still glowing edges and the stench of burning paint lingering Kim pushed the thin strip of material inward to clank against the unseen floor.
Wasting no time Kim slithered in through the tiny opening thinking to herself that maybe she should have waited a moment for the edges to cool before rifling in. The edges were a little more than warm to the touch. The diameter of the hole forced Kim to crawl on only her hands pulling the lower half of herself inside; she really should have made it larger and the knowledge that she would have if Ron were present only made her more annoyed. The more so since with a horrible rip came from behind as she quickly pulled her lower half through. Bolting upright and reaching down and slipped her fingers through the several inch hole that now resided in the side of her pants. The tear snaked its way upwards from her knee several inches. Stomping her foot in at her incompetence but feeling slightly relived as the costume repaired itself.
The inside was practically barren and very dark. The only light drifted in through grimy windows separated from high a top the roof as they ran the entire length of the building. Concrete floor was uneven and cracked with bits lying loose at almost every step. Thin beams rose high into the air supporting massive iron girders as wide as Kim was tall. These bits of metal held the walls and ceiling in place. Drums neatly stacked on skids were the only contents of this warehouse and there weren't many of them. Only signs of life were an office like structure that was held upon stilts several stories in the air. A walk way worked its way around and stairs meandered up the wall for easy access. Kim thought she's start with the office for a dim light glowed from one of the windows.
Not even bothering to stick to the shadows Kim advanced towards the light at a quickened pace. The dank stale air pulled into her lungs and swirled about her body as she moved across the open floor.
"Good Afternoon Fraulein Possible!" came a sharp high pitched bellow stopping her in her tracks. Quickly scanning the area she looked for the source. There standing raised upon the platform, hands gripping the rails was of her many foes, Professor Demmentor. He was not a big man, standing only as tall as she. Legs and feet were very small but his chest and arms were exceptionally heavy. He wasn't fat but bulky. With boots and pants of black and a striking scarlet jacket were the majority of his ensemble but oddly enough he wore a helmet upon his head concealing his hair. Skin that was oddly yellow and a small well trimmed square goatee enclosed his chin. His voice was what most people noticed, he didn't talk to you he bellowed in your direction with a thick Germanic accent.
"Well you seem to have forgotten your so called boyfriend today." He commented innocently enough.
"He's not here, he's somewhere more important." Kim responded
"Oh I zee how it is!" the villain sneered down at her.
"What??"
Dementor answered her in a mocking tone "First you're in love," Holding both hands to his cheeks while batting his eyes flirtatiously. "Next thing you know you're doing completely different things. You know… going your separate vays."
"It's nothing like that. He's the star player on the foot ball team!"
"Ya sure, sure you zay that now. But look how it is, you leave him behind and head out on this mission. That says it all you know. You've started going you're zeparate wayz" He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. "Zee…now you're here…he's there. You know what josckz are like with the girls." His voice was very flowery
Kim was indignant "I love my Ron! He's now with another girl and he's just important to the team."
"Oh so you're saying that he has more important things to do than save your skin!"
Kim didn't care much for this line of conversation "What…No he doesn't…and what makes you think I need saving? Besides isn't it a little low brow for you to be robbing a bank with a giant robot?" she tried goading him back.
Leaning against the railing and smiling in his own villainous way "The money from the bank was just a minor perk. The real plan was to get you and you're so called booyyfriend out of your element and into somewhere of my own design." Now his rant really began as his voice echoed though out the building. "The robot and other things were designed to nullify your super suit. And with you out of the vay and me with my own uber-suit the world will be mine for za taking!" Ending off his tirade with the customary wicked laugh; long and loud.
"Sorry to disappoint you Demmentor but I'm not going to be defeated so easily." Kim bolted from the center of the room, heading straight towards the staircase and the platform on which her foe stood.
His voice hit a new level of raucous "You think it that easy to catch me. Well think again young lady…ROBOT ATTACK!!"
Our heroin had barely leapt half way up the metal steps when from the shadows beneath the platform emerged the monstrous robot. Surprising Kim with its size and speed, it gripped the metalwork, wrenching the latticework from the wall. Kim was forced to jump clear as the stairs sailed through the air crashing into one of the rusting support structures.
"Now my dear Ms. Possible I bid you a duo. May we not meet again!" His laughter reverberated through out the building as he entered into the offices and disappeared.