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Disclaimer: Kim Possible and related are the property of Disney which, contrary to common belief, I do not own.

Special thanks to Slipgate for beta-reading this chapter.

I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, but Boris Yeltsin gave me the idea for this story. Thanks Boris, I hope you enjoyed what I did with it.

Chapter 2: Kidnap

"Boys, are you ready?"

"Coming dad," the twin teenagers ran out of the house and jumped into the car.

"Has the construction of the new Kepler rocket already started?"

"No," their father said with a laugh, "the blueprints are not even finished yet."

"Aw, but it has been almost two years since the last one was stolen."

"And it takes time to get the funds running again. The Kepler was not something the Space Center could insure."

James kissed his wife goodbye. "See you tonight honey… still too bad that Kim couldn't come along."

Anne smiled. "I think she is perfectly fine with it. Don't be late! I'm going to make brainloaf."

"Yeah!" Jim and Tim cheered.

As she waved her husband and sons out, Mrs. Dr. Possible couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

"Well, at least this mission is a bit more interesting," Ron said as they were on the way to one of Drakken's lairs.

"It's just Drakken and Shego," Kim pointed out. "It's not like they invented a lot of new tricks after they went bad again."

Ron shrugged. "Between this or Frugal Lucre…"

"Okay, okay," Kim admitted, "this is more of a challenge… but let's get this over with quickly, okay? I have the feeling something is about to go wrong."

"That a new ability you've developed?" Ron quipped, but stopped when he noticed his girlfriend's expression.

"I'm serious Ron… but I don't think it has anything to do with Drakken or Shego."

"You think it's the GJ thing?"

"Yeah, it's just…" Kim balled her fists in frustration. "I'm going to demand what is going on right after we finished this… You know what? I'll ask Wade to begin searching already, that way they can't deceive or sidetrack us."

Dr. Director was working on some files when Will Du ran into her office.

"Do come in," she said sarcastically.

Will ignored the comment. "We have two big problems."

Dr. Director nodded to let Will continue.

"We located Maslov…"

"That's good news, right?"

Will continued undeterred. "…And he was spotted close to Middleton."

That got the message across. Dr. Director looked up in shock. "Do you think he's after James Possible? He has to be… Motor Ed stole the rocket designs from him."

"I sent as many agents as we could spare to the Middleton Space Center, the hospital and the Possible residence," Will said, "Dr. Possible is not scheduled for work today, but he is known to go to the Center on his off days… usually he takes his children on such occasions."

Betty cursed. "Do anything to prevent Maslov from entering there, understood? You are fully authorized to use lethal force."

Will blinked, but quickly composed himself. "Yes Ma'am."

"And the second problem?"

Will sighed. "Our files are being hacked. We are certain it is Wade Load's doing, but we have been unable to stop him so far without breaking off all our outgoing connections."

Betty scowled in frustration. "Why did they have to lose their patience now? If Maslov captures Dr. Possible and Kim finds out…"

Will nodded, fearing the same thing. "I'll make sure Maslov does not reach his goal."

"General, the Space Center is being secured," Antonivich said after he had returned from his observation post.

Sergey nodded. "I was wondering whether they had noticed us."

"What do we do now?"

"It depends on the action of that agency," Sergey explained. "If they try to transport Dr. Possible to a safe location, we interfere. If they just secure the perimeter, we bide our time."

Antonivich nodded. "I will make sure they cannot secretly move Dr. Possible."

"So this Maslov is a former Russian general who has struck an alliance with Mahmoud Kohmeini to build some kind of nuclear rocket?" Ron asked after he and Kim had read through what Wade managed to find before GJ had been able to lock him out of their system.

"And they need Motor Ed's help to make the rocket fast," Kim added. She looked at Wade with a frown. "Aren't those missiles fast enough as it is?"

"Normally, yes," Wade said, "but not if they want to penetrate what seems to be a space laser defense system."

"I read about that," Ron chimed in, "but I thought the system was an utter failure and just a huge waste of taxes."

"Apparently they want everyone to think that," Kim stated, "but why didn't GJ tell us anything… they even tried their best to keep us out of the loop?"

"I don't know," Wade admitted. "Maybe they tried to protect you or something. You'll have to ask them."

"Oh, we will," Kim said with a determined expression. "But first we'll finish whatever Drakken cooked up."

"They are securing the Space Center," Antonivich said, "They're not moving Dr. Possible."

"Very well. You and half of our men take position there," Sergey pointed to a location on their map. "Me and three of our men will go to the hospital and take over one of the teams. The others will stay here as backup."

Antonivich nodded. "That location will be hidden enough not to raise suspicion, but it will reveal our location."

"And they will send for reinforcement from the other locations they deployed agents," Sergey said. "Wait for our signal before you head out."

"We have located Maslov's group. We have a positive identification on his second in command. All groups, head to the Space Center and make sure they cannot escape, the coordinates are…"

After receiving the information, the four-member strong team that was assigned to guard the hospital moved to their transport to aid agents at the Space Center.

They didn't stand a chance when Sergey struck.

"Is everything going alright, agent Du?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked the agent who had partially confiscated his office to serve as a command center for the various teams.

"Yes," Will said, "we know where those Russians are hiding. It's now only a matter of apprehending them."

James had been shocked to hear that he had been targeted for a kidnapping, but now he was mainly disappointed that he couldn't show his sons the latest developments he had been creating. They had all been forced to remain in his office for as long as the threat remained.

"Sir," one of the other agents said, "the hospital group just reported in. They managed to catch Maslov's team, but the general himself is still in hiding."

"Alright. Send them here. We will lock them up in one of the bunkers." Will turned to Mr. Dr. Possible. "Those bunkers are adequate for that, right?"

"Yes, although they don't lock, so you will have to place a guard at the doors."

"That can be done." Suddenly Will frowned. "The hospital group was only four men strong. We counted at least seven in Maslov's group. How did they overwhelm them?"

The other agent shrugged. "I don't know, but they reported that their leader is wounded. He sounded like he was in a lot of pain."

It didn't take long before the agents arrived with their captives; two agents were training their weapons on the group of eight who all had their hands behind their heads. The third agent supported the leader of the group who was limping badly.

"Too bad you didn't catch Maslov himself." Will said before he turned to Mr. Dr. Possible. "Can you lead us to the bunker?"

"That won't be necessary," a voice with a Russian accent said. Before Will's bewildered eyes General Maslov, who had disguised himself as the supporting agent, stood up straight and looked at his opponent with a grin.

Before any agent could react, the 'captured' men stepped out of their circle and trained their own weapons.

Sergey stepped over and grabbed Mr. Dr. Possible as Antonivich held Will. "Dr. Possible. You are coming with us."

"I will not help you, whatever your plan is," James stated. If he feared the general, he did not show it.

Sergey merely nodded to two of his men. "Get Dr. Possible's boys. They are probably still hiding in his office. Tell them that if they don't cooperate, I will shoot their father's leg and work my way up from there."

"No…" James whispered, but there was not much he could do. Even though the general was a couple of years older, he was also in much better condition and had no trouble holding the struggling doctor.

Lev, who had posed as the team leader and spoke fluent English, turned to Sergey. "Do you want me to prepare the jet we have so kindly been given?"

Will's eyes grew wide as he got the implication. "You'll never get away with stealing our jet."

Sergey smirked. "I very much doubt you will shoot at the jet when Dr. Possible is inside, but we will lock you up nonetheless for the time being… I think I heard you mention some bunkers?"

Jim and Tim had watched the entire scene on the closed-circuit monitors. Unfortunately, GJ had placed a wide-band jam over the Space Center to prevent possible infiltration units from communicating; only their own secret frequency was allowed to get out.

However, since Jim and Tim did not know that frequency, the only thing they could do was surrender to the two soldiers that came to pick them up.

But just before Sergey's men entered the office, Jim quickly activated a small device before throwing it under the desk.

It was a part of Kim's old Kimmunicator they had liberated from her years ago and it used to be connected to the panic button. It sent out a distress signal on all frequencies. The coding of the signal was only available to Wade, but it enabled him to get help if Kim or Ron would be in serious trouble.

Of course, the nature of the device being that it literally screamed out on all frequencies meant that it was useless in a covert operation, so the twins could only use it at the very last moment. And even then they had to hope no one picked up on it but Wade.

Kim and Ron had just entered Drakken's lair when the Kimmunicator buzzed in alarm: three times short, three times long and three times short again.

"What's the sitch Wade?" Kim whispered, knowing full well that the young genius would only use the alarm in a very serious situation.

"It's your father… General Maslov has kidnapped him and your brothers."

"WHAT!" Kim failed to muffle her screech, so she immediately attracted the attention of several henchmen.

"Eh, KP…" Ron, who had not overheard the conversation, said in panic. "Little help here?"

Kim ignored her partner who was already running around with henchmen chasing after him. "How? Who…"

"GJ was trying to protect him," Wade said, "but Maslov managed to get past them. As far as I can see, the team is okay, but they were locked in the bunker under the Space Center."

Wade gulped as he saw Kim's expression change from worry to anger, and then to rage. "And they didn't warn us at all?" Kim's voice was eerily quiet.

Wade shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, I should have checked earlier, but…"

"No… it wasn't your fault." Kim's voice was still soft, but the fire in her eyes told a whole different story. "We'll go over to GJ and find out what happened, and then we rescue dad and the tweebs."

After Kim closed the connection, she felt her rage building again and really felt the need to punch something. Unfortunately for one of Drakken's henchmen, he had just targeted the seemingly distracted redhead as an easy prey to attack.

Her punch hit him hard enough to crack several ribs, and the uppercut that followed knocked him out for some time to come.

"Ron, we're heading out!"

"Okay KP…" Ron stood in the middle of a group of henchmen who had been unable to grab him even though they had him completely surrounded. "But what about them?"

Kim's violent strike on their colleague had stopped the henchmen for a moment, but the redhead's glare made them freeze up completely.

As the group backed away from him, Ron caught a better look at his girlfriend's eyes. And what he saw scared him, not because he couldn't really place it, but because he could; if she had been him, Kim would now be surrounded by a blue aura while the lair filled with eerie monkey screeches.

The commotion had finally drawn Drakken and Shego as well. "Kim Possible?" Drakken questioned, but one glance at the redhead sent the Doctor running away again.

Even Shego stopped in her tracks. "What happened Kimmie? Your boyfriend seems still in one piece."

"They took my dad," Kim said, her posture making it clear she wouldn't go easy if Shego decided to attack her now.

But Shego's expression changed to anger as well. "Then go get them. We'll put things on hold until you do."

Kim nodded grimly and turned away, leaving Ron standing in confusion before he shrugged and turned to follow her. There was no point in questioning Shego's motives if she did something that helped them, after all.

"Who took your dad?" Ron asked as they left the lair.

"That Russian general," Kim growled, "and GJ knew all along. And they tried to keep us out of the loop!"

"KP." Ron held her back for a moment, and almost shrank a couple of inches when he caught her glare. "You have every right to be angry. But leave the butt kicking until after they tell us everything, okay?"

After freeing themselves from the crude lock that Maslov had placed on the bunker door, Will's team sought contact with the other groups and the GJ headquarters. Will was relieved to find out that the general had been merciful and only locked the hospital team up after taking their uniforms, but he still scolded himself for not knowing their faces well enough to recognize the scam.

Now he stood in front of Dr. Director – only her fortunately, as the other agencies had already moved to the China base – and tried to explain the situation.

"He tricked us. We thought we had his whole team under surveillance. I accept all responsibility."

"That is something at least," Dr. Director growled. "It was a Trojan Horse, Will. You should have seen it."

Her intercom chimed. "Dr. Director, we have a small craft incoming at high velocity. They have Team Possible's transponder code."

The leader of Global Justice smirked despite the dire situation. "Still want to take full responsibility?"

Will suddenly looked even less sure of himself. "M-maybe they just want to report having finished their mission?"

"They would have said so. They wouldn't come here for that." Betty said. "Besides, Mr. Load already hacked all our files regarding Maslov. I highly doubt that they are still unaware."

"Should we prepare for hostilities?" the agent on the other side of the line asked. Apparently he was still connected.

Betty sighed. "We don't want them tearing down the entire headquarters to get in. Leave the door open and let's try to keep the damage as low as possible."

"I will never work for you!" Mr. Dr. Possible snapped from his seat in the Global Justice jet. "I'd rather die."

"Sure you will," Sergey drawled, "but will you prefer to watch your sons die?"

James gasped. "You are a monster."

The general shrugged. "Names don't hurt. One can't be soft to achieve a goal. If you cooperate, you and your sons get to live."

James knew full well that the chances of he or his sons surviving were slim once the project he was ordered to do was finished. But he couldn't in his right mind let Jim and Tim die in an act of patriotism. He slumped back in his seat. "Just let my boys go."

Sergey did not even bother to turn back again and face the doctor. "And lose your cooperation? You said it yourself – once your sons are away we have nothing to make you work for us."

The general grinned slightly. "Be pragmatic, wait out your chances and act upon them when you can, not before you can."

"What's the stinking sitch," Kim all but yelled when she and Ron were greeted by Dr. Director on the landing pad of the Global Justice headquarters. It had been thought wise to keep Will away from the fuming redhead for the moment.

Dr. Director considered it best to use the direct approach, as beating around the subject could very well result in physical harm. "Your father and brothers have been captured by General Maslov. As you probably already know, he is currently in league with Mahmoud Khomeini and a North Korean Marshal named Kim Chol-Sung. They have plans to create a long-range missile fast enough to move past the US laser defense system."

"We knew most of that," Kim growled, "why weren't we involved?"

Betty sighed. "These are not the usual run-of-the-mill villains. We're talking about soldiers and terrorists. Tell me, how often did you have to face criminals carrying real guns?"

"Seventeen times," Kim snapped, "and I have scars from two."

Dr. Director blinked in surprise; that had never come up in any report regarding the teen duo. But one look at Ron, who nodded grimly, told her that Kim was speaking the truth.

Noticing the surprise, Ron chimed in. "Most of those were accidental run-ins with street thugs. No detailed official records have ever been made."

Kim saw the surprise as well. "What? Do you really think lasers, regardless of size, and death traps are more benign than guns? The only thing we had going for us was that most villains preferred to watch us squirm and suffer for a while instead of outright killing us, and even that has changed over the past few years."

Ron decided to be the voice of reason. "You know we'll go after them anyway. Better let us work together and increase our chances."

Both women looked at the young man, but Kim was the first to speak. "You're right." She turned to Dr. Director. "Sorry I snapped at you, but I'll do anything to get dad and the tweebs back safe."

Betty nodded. "Then, welcome aboard. We'll be heading out to China in a couple of hours. I suggest you see your mother first before heading out."

"Kim!"

Kim didn't even have the chance to enter her home when her mother pulled her in a tight hug.

"We'll get dad and the tweebs back. I promise," Kim said, her own emotions slowly starting to soak through the shield of anger she had kept up so far.

"I know you will," Kim's mother said softly after having composed herself somewhat. "But be careful, I-I can't…"

"I will," Kim promised. Then her face hardened. "But I won't go easy on them. This is personal."

Sergey led Mr. Dr. Possible into a relatively large room that held a few computer stations and several drawing tables. "Most of the rocket systems are already in the finishing state. As far as I understand only a few things are missing in the Kepla… Kepler design Mr. Lipsky reconstructed. Your sons are in another room, if you try to sabotage the plans, they will pay the price. Am I clear?"

James nodded sullenly.

Sergey nodded. "Good. Do as you are told and you'll be allowed to leave shortly."

Global Justice Chinese Headquarters

Special agent Richard Finch was re-acquainting himself with his Mossad counterpart Josef Ben Aaron while their supervisors, Jack Hall and Solomon Leman, awaited the arrival of Dr. Director.

Richard and Josef had performed several missions together over the past fifteen years, and it had been thought best to join them again for this mission since time was very limited.

They all looked up as the GJ jet landed in the small landing zone in the corner of the training area where they all sat. Currently, the area was empty except for the task force, seeing as no one wanted to leak out more information than was absolutely necessary.

"What are they doing here?' Jack demanded as Kim and Ron stepped out of the jet behind Dr. Director. He was familiar with the world-saving duo, but that didn't mean he believed everything said about them was true.

"They took my dad and brothers," Kim snapped, "I'm going after them."

Leman, who had never met Team Possible in person before, looked somewhat apprehensive. "Is it wise to join this mission when you have emotional ties with the captives?"

"Indeed," Hall growled, "you're not coming along on this mission. I'm telling you to leave right now, and I'm telling it nicely only this once."

Kim glared back at the man. "You and what army." The fact that they would be outnumbered two to six at worst, with her opponents armed, did not seem to faze her at all.

Josef nudged Richard; time to defuse this bomb before it could explode.

They causally walked over to the others and Richard looked up at the redhead. "You're capable of shooting a gun?"

Kim nodded grimly and held out her hand. Seeing Richard hesitate and look at Jack, Josef shrugged and handed over his Desert Eagle, much to both Jack Hall's and Dr. Director's shock.

In one fluid motion, without even seeming to aim, Kim flipped the safety switch and shot three rounds at the practice target in the shooting range on the far side of the training area, at nearly twice the usual pistol shooting distance. "That good enough?"

Istvan Deva, who had a partly disassembled rifle in front of him and had been observing the discussion from a distance, not feeling the need to interfere, jumped up when he heard the gunshots. He stared at the group that stood by the Global Justice jet, and then at the practice target that had three clear bullet holes in a circle around the bull's eye.

Richard whistled in admiration as Kim flipped the safely back and handed the gun back to Josef. Jack Hall only stared in shock, much as Dr. Director.

Leman was more accepting of extraordinary feats and merely nodded. "How good are you with covert operations?"

Kim summed up a series of mission she and Ron had performed. All of them were agreed with by Dr. Director, who was suddenly feeling very weird about the teen duo. "How did they ever do all of that in those few years… and why didn't I ever notice how much they did?"

Solomon turned to Jack Hall. "I say they're in."

Deva, who had only heard the last part of the conversation, but got a pretty good picture of what was going on, shrugged. "I have no problem with it. My main goal is to prevent Maslov from gaining his."

Seeing the frowns that earned him, Deva explained a bit more. "General Maslov has his own plans with the missile. He wants to use it to open a thus-far secret weapons depot that will make this missile look like a firecracker."

"With a nuke?" Ron asked in shock.

Deva shrugged. "The depots are heavily armored. Unless he wants to spend months cracking it with conventional means and get the Russian army after him, he needs something with that power."

"They can't join," Hall still insisted, "even if she shoots good, there is more to this than just popping the bad guys."

Kim returned her glare to the head of the CIA. "Let's put it this way. I'm going to rescue dad, Jim and Tim whether you want me in your team or not, got that?"

Seeing he was going to be outvoted on this, Jack reluctantly conceded. "Fine, but it's your own responsibility. And if you start screwing up, I'll be the first to kick you out."

James was slowly slipping into a depression, and he couldn't do anything about it. On the one hand, he couldn't believe he was cooperating on a project that could kill millions, but he also couldn't face the idea of his sons being hurt or even dying due to his refusal to work for these terrorists.

And the worst part was that he was already pretty sure that, even if he made the rocket work, he wouldn't be set free.

He sighed as he tossed and turned on the military cot that was assigned to him. There had to be something that could be done.

It was close to midnight when Marshal Chol-Sung made a round through the station where several technicians were working on the computer that steered the missile. "Are the coordinates placed correctly?"

"Yes Marshal. And with the work Dr. Possible put in, we should be able to launch the rocket in two days."

The Marshal nodded. "Good, make sure Khomeini does not figure out we changed his coordinates."

As Chol-Sung left to his quarters, the shadows in one corner moved and Sergey stepped out with a slight grin. "Just as expected Marshal."

He then called one of his own men on his private frequency. "Did you find out all changes that Chol-Sung's people made?"

After hearing the confirmation, the general nodded. "Good. Overwrite the entry command and replace it by a link to our own coordinates. It will take them more than two days to figure that out."

In fact, Sergey was not very adept with computers, but Antonivich was knowledgeable enough to explain the basic idea, thus enabling the general to give the order in a sensible way. Sergey had always been of the opinion that a commander who gave orders he had completely no understanding of was unfit to lead, so he tried his best to know at least something of each of his subordinates' specialties.

Satisfied that he had the upper hand at the moment, Maslov turned to his own quarters. But not before making a mental note to check the input coordinates at least one more time before the rocket was launched; if he could change the coordinates, someone else could as well.

Motor Ed had lost all sense of time as he worked through the night on the fastest ride he had ever made. Even if it was a rocket and not a car, the speed of this thing would be supreme.

He took a couple of steps back and admired the design; this baby would be able to do some awesome stuff, seriously.

With the drawings he had received earlier from Dr. Possible he had been able to fine-tune the Kepler engines and apply the dorsal thrusters that helped steering the rocket.

The computer that would control the rocket was standing in another station, waiting to be put in the main body after the coordinates were put in. But Motor Ed had already hidden a small override system in the rocket body at one of the free input ports.

He had overheard the Russian soldiers talking about using the rocket to punch a hole in some kind of weapon storage, but it was such a shame to put a great rocket to waste on that.

So Ed had tuned the Kepler rockets a bit more, enabling the rocket to crack open anything it could also break when used as a kinetic weapon, and still allowing the rocket to return in one piece.

Grinning to himself, and fighting the urge to make a loud air-guitar solo, Motor Ed thought how much of a surprise it would be for his employers when the rocket would return.

Of course, he still had some worries about the weight of the section of the rocket right beneath the top. It was still empty, but Maslov had told him the load would be placed the next day.

Ed had heard something about Uranium being loaded in, but he assumed it was depleted Uranium, used to increase the weight of the rocket for its massive punch. Using a nuke to crack open a weapons depot was too bizarre, even to Motor Ed.

"We strike tomorrow night."

It was very early morning, and still dark, when the rescue team consisting of Team Possible, Global Justice, and the US and Israeli agencies surveyed the mountain that almost certainly held Chol-Sung's base.

Kim was using infrared binoculars and watched somewhat higher up the mountain. "Is it just me, or is there heat pouring out that small outcropping of rocks?"

Richard shrugged. "This used to be volcanic terrain."

"Millions of years ago," Josef pointed out, "there has been no reported activity for centuries, and most likely there has been no activity of significance for millennia."

"It could be excess heat from the rocket launch station," Dr. Director suggested.

Deva shook his head. "They'll be using a mobile launch pad. I have confirmation that Maslov's men not only took a submarine, but also one of the camouflaged mobile rocket launch pads."

"They would still need to do some testing," Ron suggested.

"Even so, the mountain rock can absorb enough heat to make a venting system redundant."

"But what about exhaust gasses?" Ron insisted. "You can't keep those inside the base."

Josef nodded. "Good point, but I doubt you can use it for entry."

"Maybe it's not a bad idea to check it out,' Jack Hall said with an unusual smile. "Even if it is a point of entry, the security will be very low because they won't expect people to climb in between rocket exhaust gasses. I'm sure Team Possible excels at entry through those means."

Even though Kim knew Jack was just attempting to get rid of them by leading them to an almost certain dead end, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having her back down. "That's good. We'll try to enter from there."

As they returned to the GJ base to get some rest, Ron tapped on Kim's shoulder. "Are you sure about entering through there? Even if there is an entry, we'll still be facing rocket fuel exhaust."

"Which is mainly water vapor," Kim pointed out, "and the venting system will make sure most of it is cooled off long before it goes into the air. You don't want a chimney explosion there."

"But you could see the heat."

Kim shrugged. "Okay, not that cooled off. There's probably only 140 or 150 degrees left. No big."

Ron wasn't sure how 'no big' that was, but he knew Kim wouldn't back down. So the best he could do was make sure that whatever she had planned was safe.

James leaned against the wall of his workstation, which was also his cell. He had just seen the rocket, and all his hopes of stalling the project had been shattered. Apparently Maslov's team had also taken some equipment from the Space Center, and clearly Motor Ed had done a lot of work on the rocket even before James had been forced to cooperate.

As it were, the rocket should be able to launch in little over twelve hours, after the fuel and the special cargo had been loaded.

Making a quick calculation, Mr. Dr. Possible knew had didn't have much more than two hours after the launch. If the goal of the rocket was reached, they would probably want to get rid of him and his sons.

The only upside had been that his demand to see Jim and Tim before he gave away the exact ratios for the special fuel mixture had been met. And the twins seemed to be okay.

The reunion had been brief, but he had been able to drop a note and a few small screwdrivers he had stolen from the rocket lab. He could only hope the boys would be able to do anything with it, but they were smart and this was all he could do.

A/N: And that's the second chapter down. There will be one more after this one.