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Kim Possible: When The Wind Blows

By LJ58

2

An older, more muscular Ron Stoppable stood staring grimly at his current, if unlikely ally as he sifted the data on the flash drives he had found.

"Well," Ron Stoppable all but demanded as he studied the Global Justice agent who scowled almost as darkly as he did just then.

"There's no doubt, Stoppable," Will Du told him, looking up with a concerned expression. "You were right. Tren-Tech is actively supporting Professor Dementor's bid to build an interstellar spacecraft. He is obviously still trying to follow Possible into space."

"We stopped him how many times now," Ron growled. "When will people take that loon seriously, and put a stop to him?"

"We only enforce the laws," Will told him. "We don't sentence the felons we catch."

Ron just shot him one of his dark looks that he seemed to have perfected over the years of late.

"We cannot let him even try to reach KP," Ron told him. "Knowing what little I do about what was going on, he could do….."

"Incalculable harm," Will nodded when Ron trailed off to look toward the door of Will's apartment. "So, do you think…..?"

By the time he turned back to look at Ron after following his gaze, Ron was just gone.

Even as a knock sounded at the door.

"One moment," the senior field agent called, and then reached into his desk to pull out his modified taser pistol.

Just in case.

After all, even he had enemies these days. Especially since he had started helping Stoppable track, and take down some very serious threats to their world.

Threats that even Dr. Director tended to overlook in her current pattern of trying to rebuild GJ with stronger, and tougher recruits. Once a wunderkind himself, he was now often overlooked by his mentor who sought raw power over competence of late.

He peered through the door's peephole, set in the wall near the door, and well disguised, and saw a familiar face.

"One moment," he said again, and slid his weapon into his belt before he opened the latches.

"We need to talk," Dr. Director told him.

She was starting to show her age, and while she refused to slow down, he knew even she was starting to feel the years that had painted extra lines in her once smooth face, and put gray at her temples to make her look even older than she actually was just then.

"Trouble," he asked quietly.

"Possibly," she frowned, and glanced around. "I just got a report from our European office that suggests that Demenz might be trying for the moon. We can't guess why, but considering his past, it can't be good."

"Come inside, Dr. Director. My own….source just delivered a few pieces of a puzzle that make for a very disturbing picture," he told her, leading her to his office set up in his innocuous apartment.

"Your source," the woman murmured. "You're still working with Ronald?"

William glanced back at her.

Ron Stoppable was still a sore point with her, Will knew; ever since Yamanouchi had closed the proverbial door in her face after she tried to make more demands for more training for her agents, and more oversight over the methods.

She had not been happy with the few agents to be selected for training some years past that ended up leaving GJ, and following Sensei. And Ron Stoppable.

It didn't help when she had even accused Yamanouchi of brainwashing her people. That door had slammed soon after.

"He is a valuable asset. One we cannot afford to completely write off," Will stated blandly.

"Granted," Betty finally grumbled. "What did he find this time?"

He turned his monitor back on, entered his pass code, and then booted up the first drive. "As we suspected, Demenz is getting new backing for his crazy plans. It's not the moon he's after. He's still trying to reach Possible," he said. "And there is a multinational corporation helping him this time," he told her as he tapped the screen after bringing up a certain file.

"Tren-Tech? Why would they…..?"

"Rumor is, Jack Hench underwrites them. After Henchco was shut down, he used his billions to buy into quite a few legitimate businesses. Tren-Tech is just one of them. I suspect, knowing him, that Jack has enough leverage to sway any of the boards on any of those companies he's involved in just now," Will pointed out as he brought up more pages of secret accounts that led very far from the legitimacy of a supposed philanthropic research company.

"Damn. I warned the Oversight Committee that we were making a mistake in taking our eyes off him after Henchco folded. What about Demenz? Do we know exactly what he's doing now?"

"He's definitely on the moon. Trying to launch an experimental craft that Tren-Tech helped him build right under all our noses," Will told her.

"Not good. How soon can we get a team up there," she asked.

Will looked grim now.

"Ma'am, legally, our charter won't allow us to even try. The U.N. Lunar Base, however, does allow for anyone to travel to their facility. I suspect that Stoppable will be taking a flight there very soon, though."

Dr. Betty Director shook her head, and then looked pointedly at Will.

"What about Tren-Tech?"

"I should ask you, ma'am. Do we pursue this avenue of investigation? I have to think that if they are helping someone like Professor Dementor, then there may well be other…..illicit dealings going on we should consider."

"They have a new CEO, right?"

"Amanda Caller. Just installed seven months ago. Just about the time they apparently chose to back Professor Dementor's space flight," Will nodded. "According to their own records."

"We won't discuss how you got those records. Or that you even have them. Find out what you can, and shut them down. Any way you can," Will was told as Dr. Director just nodded at him. "And the next time you see Ronald….."

Will Du just looked up at her from his chair.

"Tell him congratulations on his son. And…..my most sincere apologies for that mishap in Taiwan."

Will nodded, but said nothing.

"And I'll expect your full report on what you have uncovered to date by the time you come in this morning," she added, heading for the door. She paused to look back, and asked, "Because you are still working for Global Justice. Understood?"

"Understood, ma'am," he nodded back as he followed her to the door.

"Good. Later, Ronald," she said, though she didn't see him.

"She's still good," Ron said as he reappeared out of the back to join him as Will locked his front door after closing it again.

"Yes. Only she's more obsessed with better, and stronger agents than ever. I can see her point, to a degree. Only her attempts aren't winning us many friends of late," Will admitted.

"I know," Ron nodded back. "So, how do I get a flight to the moon?"

"You mean you don't have a rocket?"

"Not these days," Ron admitted. "Remember, Wade, and the Possibles all left with Kim. Even Yamanouchi doesn't have it's own space agency."

"I'll arrange something. I suggest you travel….covertly, though."

"Of course," Ron nodded at him. "Just one thing."

"Yes?"

"I hope you don't feel too bad if that dwarf doesn't survive our next meeting," Ron said coolly.

Will said nothing to that.

"How is Yori?"

"Better. Now, about that flight?"

KP

Professor Dementor smirked as he stood before the sleek, powerful ship with the state-of-the-art rocket engines installed into the craft.

His earlier attempts had ended in failure. Not because of his efforts, but because that infernal sidekick kept showing up trying to interfere. He had blown up two of his rockets, and almost captured him both times.

He had become such a persistent thorn in his side that he had chosen to take the time to lure him into a trap, and put an end to him just so he could get on with his plans. He had managed to injure that silly ninja girl following after him now, but that had only enraged the self-styled ninja that now hunted him so intently that even the usual Henches still on the payroll feared to stay with him.

The once clownish Stoppable had put quite a few of those that dared face him now in the hospital. For extended periods.

Despite all that, Dementor had not given up. He found a new ally in an old acquaintance, and reminded Jack Hench that some people might not understand his involvement in certain companies if they were to find out he was on the board of directors. A little discreet blackmail, and he was finally able to escape the planet, and set up a lab on the moon inside the new lunar mining facility set up under an independent committee overseen by the new United Nations.

So long at they thought he was simply part of the research team doing pure science, no one bothered him, and that gave him the time and resources he needed to finally complete his new rocket. Now, finally, he was close to competition, and closer than ever to finding, and ending the bane of Kim Possible that plagued him.

Despite the years that passed, he had never forgotten her powers, or the careless ease in which she had swatted her enemies when they had come for her. If that weren't enough, there was still that telling moment when the unnatural child had faced down an entire alien invasion fleet, and driven them off all but single-handedly.

Such power, he felt, did not belong in the hands of a plebian child.

It was his by right. He had the imagination, and the daring to use it to its fullest. He could make worlds quake, and create a kingdom such as the world had never known. A kingdom that would bow to him, and him alone. Finally, Professor Dementor would be seen as the power he was meant to be.

Just as soon as he got his hands on that pretentious child.

He eyed the team helping him prep the rocket, and nodded.

"Start loading supplies, and recheck the fuel and oxygen. I want to lift off for our test flight in twelve hours. No later," he told them before he turned to walk to his private office in the equally private labs that Tren-Tech had arranged for him.

The workers and other scientists didn't complain as they followed his orders.

Of course, it helped that none of them knew he was Johann DeMenz, AKA Professor Dementor. Just then, he wore only casual clothes, and an ordinary white coat common to lab workers. He would have felt far more comfortable in his trademark uniform, and helmet, but that was a sure way to draw the wrong people's attention.

Especially one annoying former sidekick in black.

He closed the door to his office, and smiled, resisting the urge to chortle triumphantly.

Soon. Very soon. He would be on his way.

They thought he was taking a test flight to check the new engines. Which he was doing. He just wasn't going to let them know his flight was going to be much longer, and farther than they expected. He had triangulated Possible's departing flight hundreds of times since her rocket had left the planet, and he was more than certain he knew where she had gone. Just as he was certain he could follow. Would follow. And when he inevitably caught her…..

He smiled a rueful grimace, and knew he was chasing destiny. His destiny.

One he well deserved.

"Soon. Very soon," he said, opening a locked box, and eyeing the device within.

All he had to do was find her, and then the very power of the gods would be his. He could imagine nothing else.

KP

Ron stared out the window of the commercial shuttle again, and tried not to remember past misadventures.

It was hardly the first time he had been in space.

First with a monkey, as unlikely as that might have seemed at the time. Then once with Shego, when they had gone to rescue Kim.

Things were so different back them. They were so different.

His monkey power had not been fully awake then. He had only sporadically accessed it, and made it seem he was just a bumbling boy with the most unnatural look. Wade called it channeled Chaos theory. Which made no sense to him, since he wouldn't have thought he could channel chaos. Then again, Wade had said a lot of things that made no sense to him. Then, or now.

"Are you alright, sir," the willowy blonde in low-grav gear asked as she paused near his seat, the sticky rasp of her special footwear on the thick carpeting made just for that purpose giving away her approach.

"Fine. Just….enjoying the view," he smiled blandly as he noted most of the other passengers in the cabin were dozing.

Spaceflight had become just another routine in their world of late. At least, flights to the moon. People were still arguing over the viability of even finding other planets, let alone reaching them, but the world had somehow forgotten that somewhere out there, Kim Possible had already launched humanity farther into the stars than most could ever imagine.

Seven years. Seven long years.

He couldn't help but wonder how she was doing.

She had a lot of help. Among them, her own family. Shego. Even that screwy alien warrior-woman.

Still, Kim had always been special to him. Would always be special. Even if he had married Yori, who was very dear to him in other ways, he couldn't forget Kim. And if Dementor was planning on going after Kim, Ron was going to ensure the freak never got the chance.

Especially after what he had done to Yori.

She still limped, and only their very capable doctors had even managed to save her leg.

That was something that Ron Stoppable had yet to forgive. Something that Dementor was going to pay for. He had hurt the woman he loved, trying to reach out to hurt the dearest friend he had in the world. Ron Stoppable was going to make sure the freak never got another chance to hurt anyone ever again.

One way, or another.

KP

"Three hours, gentlemen," the incognito Dementor growled at his team.

The next shuttle is due in within the hour, sir. They are carrying the rest of the provisions you required. We didn't have them on hand, recall, and had to order them for you," the intern told him as he went over a device with a list of items mostly checked off.

"Within the hour?"

"They are coming in as we speak. Of course, they have to land, and be decontaminated, but then we can unload the provisions, and put them directly on board our ship, and we're confident we'll still be ready to meet the launch window."

"Gutt! Uh, I mean, good," Dementor smiled broadly behind his beard that had replaced his goatee to help mask his face.

Just in case.

"All right, meanwhile, sir, I think we might want to recheck the navigational relays, and ensure…."

"They are fine," Dementor waved him off. "We can fine-tune the systems once we are sure everything will function as expected. I will not delay this….test-flight for anyone, or anything. I…. Science…..has waited too long," he declared authoritatively.

"Of course, of course," the intern smiled. "We're all just as excited as you, sir, and can't wait to see the XR-703 put through it's paces."

Dementor tried not to roll his eyes at the descriptor.

He let them call the rocket by their silly tag, but he personally felt it should be called the Vindicator. For it would be taking him to his destiny. To vindicate him, and his dream, once, and for all.

And he simply could not wait.

"The shuttle is landing now, sir," another worker reported as they came into the hangar/lab where the sleek spacecraft had been built, and perfected. "It looks like we should be able to lift off right on schedule," the young woman smiled.

"Good," Dementor smiled, thinking of his destiny, and how close it was just then.

To Be Continued…