Chapter One
This takes place during Season Four of the TV series. It's supposed to be after Drakken and Shego joined back up, after Clothes Minded, before Stop Team Go, and well before Graduation. Was Bueno Nacho back in business at this point? I'm not too familiar with the show.
Kim Possible was having a very good day.
She and her boyfriend had driven to school, briefly stopping over to defeat Drakken (the so-called Oxygen Destroyer was sadly out of commission). Bonnie was at home on a sick day—quite the plus. At four in the afternoon, the gang was to meet at Bueno Nacho. Even Mr. Barkin was less aggravating—at least, Kim thought so.
As the bell rang, everyone raced through the hallways—Barkin desperately trying to keep order, but it was the weekend, y'know?
The scene at Bueno Nacho found Kim, Ron, Monique, and Rufus waiting for someone to arrive.
"This is ridiculous," Monique moaned.
"Twenty minutes late?" Kim exclaimed. "That's not ridiculous, yet. Ridiculous is waiting for an hour to get here."
"Well, we're a third of a way there," Ron reasoned. "Wade very well might send one of his robots, or message you on the Kimmunicator…"
There was a beep.
"Waddaya know," proclaimed Kim sarcastically. She raised the device to her face, and Ron peered over her shoulder.
"Hey guys," Wade announced. "Sorry I couldn't make it. I had an emergency.
"A computer emergency?" Monique asked.
"Hi Monique. No, not like that. I'm assuming that all of you have heard about Reginald Clay?"
Kim looked at Monique looked at Ron looked at Monique looked at Kim looked at Ron. Rufus looked at all of them.
"No," they chorused.
"Sheesh, read a paper sometime…"
"Wade, you have become a master of the subtle hand of irony."
"Hah hah. Reginald Clay is an arms manufacturer—law enforcement arms, to be specific. A few of his clients are Global Justice fronts… but that's another story. The trouble is, he's beginning to develop faster and more sophisticated technology that will actually anticipate crimes."
"That's trouble?" Ron asked.
"It is when it's public. There are a few, shall we say, disappointed parties. There've been several hits."
"Let me guess. We need to guard him at some social event," anticipated Kim.
"Correct. He's throwing a fund raiser party this Wednesday. He doesn't want people to think that he's scared, but his Chief Security Officer called in for back up. We have reason to believe that Señor Senior Sr. has ordered a kidnapping. Here's a problem: the CSO wants you in the Ops booth, just in case one of you picks up the wrong drink."
"Hey, I'm responsible!" Ron complained.
"I'm more worried about Rufus."
Everyone glanced at the naked mole rat, who grinned innocently.
"This is boring," grumbled Ron.
"It occurs that, if you complained about it less, you'd actually have less trouble with it," Wade pointed out over the Kimmunicator. Kim stifled a laugh, and looked back at the screen. Below the desk, Rufus was pigging out on the helpfully supplied cheese cubes.
"I mean, Kim and I could be out there doing the tango—"
"You do not do the tango at this kind of dance," Wade explained.
"Couldn't there at least be some better MUSIC?"
"What's wrong with classical?"
Kim looked toward another monitor and froze. She grabbed the Kimmunicator from Ron.
"Wade, what have you got on a Caucasian woman, blond hair, green eyes, couple inches taller than me?"
"That's detailed," muttered Wade, "Give me a moment… Got it. Her name's Maria Anatoly, 'Press' to her friends. She runs with a mercenary outfit called Anonymous. She there?"
"Yep. I'm gonna check it out. Ron, keep an eye out for a Brazilian, a Japanese lady, a buff black guy, or a cowboy."
"Whoa, whu?"
"Cowboy?" chirped Rufus.
Kim was already racing through the doors. Ron groaned.
"Of course."
Outside, Kim charged down the hall. Anatoly. She was the woman who'd punched her in the diaphragm last year. Kim had never found out what was going on. But now…
If she was a mercenary, she was after something for pay. The angry red welt on her arm suggested that it might have been her DNA. But why send a team of mercenaries when you could do the job yourself, or send in Shego? That ruled out Drakken—take a right—and Duff Killigan couldn't be less interested in DNA. Dementor, possibly.
Left, and got her. Anatoly was setting up a weapon in the hallway. She turned, cocked it, and her eyes widened as Kim went into a flying kick that knocked the weapon out of her hand. Anatoly spun into an attack, which Kim blocked effortlessly. She slammed the woman against the wall.
"What's going on, who are you working for, and what were you doing in my house last year?" Kim hissed.
"You're a smart girl," Anatoly replied, "You figure it out." She lifted her feet off the floor, and slammed them into Kim's stomach. Kim dropped away, and Anatoly jumped for her weapon. With a shriek, she fell to the floor, due to the fact that Rufus was in such a position to cause her to trip. Kim jumped on her, and pressed her thumbs into her carotid arteries. Anatoly flopped to the ground, and, and Kim landed on top of her. She tied Anatoly's hands behind her back, and slung her over her shoulder.
"Ron, you got any?"
Ron peered at the monitors. "Yeah," he announced, "There's a pretty darn buff Black guy on the roof. And I think that's the Japanese lady is headed down the hall this very moment."
Kim smiled, and slid behind the door.
Tina walked down the hall. It had been fairly easy to get into the building—the Senior guy had been kind enough to provide them with a detailed schematic of the building and security, built from several month's careful observation.
She gripped the doorknob, and opened the door. Surprising—the door should have been locked.
That was when Kim put her full weight to the door, slamming it into Tina. She collapsed in the hallway. Kim and Ron dragged her in, and shut the door.
"Ron, tie her up. Wade, do you have any sort of hypnotic thingy in this?"
Wade paused. "I might. Why do you ask?"
"I want to find out why these guys broke into my house last year.
"Wow, you sound ticked."
"They broke into my house. They could have hurt my family. Worse, they might have gone in MY ROOM! I want to know why."
"Okay then, let's see."
"I'll tell you," a voice came from the corner. Everyone (except for Tina, who was unconscious) turned to see Maria sitting, head hung, there.
"I can't let you do that to Tina… She hates that stuff…"
"I can understand," Ron pointed out, "But you'd better explain things to Kim fast. She is mad."
So, what do you think, sirs?