Chapter 1

A small island off the coast of New Zealand.

The steady pitter of rain reverberated loudly of the bulletproof windows, causing a cacophony of dripping sounds to reach the living room's occupants. Lightning flashed and thunder roared outside the Sorrel Mansion, causing various parts of the Old, Victorian-style home to light up briefly. Outside the bright red walls of the aged building the wind howled fiercely, shaking the very foundations of the rickety, though massive structure.

Inside the largest room of the mansion, sitting in plush, scarlet couches were some of the most dangerous men alive. Italian Mobster sat beside evil scientist; assassin beside American kingpin. They were a menagerie of evil, having little in common with one another, except for two things. One, they were all black hearted bastards, and second, they had all received the same E-mail, telling them to meet on this God-forsaken island to hear a proposal. Normally, the world's most influential criminal masterminds would have laughed at such a preposterous notion, demanding more information. However, the E-mail's sender had caught their eye: Tachus Sorrel, the number one agent for the most powerful organization in the world, the World Wide Empire of Evil, and one of the most dangerous men in the world. Whatever he had to say was big… REAL big!

So here they were, sitting inside the living room of a run-down mansion on some obscure island in the middle of nowhere. They were at their most vulnerable; barely packing any weaponry and without their hired muscle backing them up. None of them really wanted to be their, hundreds of miles away from any kind of support. Unfortunately, even criminal masterminds answered to someone, and that someone just happened to be Tachus Sorrel, a.k.a. Agent Alpha.

Thunder rumbled once more, causing several of those seated to flinch. There was quite a storm brewing outside. Not that any of them were really paying much attention to that, they were much too concerned with the storm brewing inside. Their host, who up till this time had remained silent, was standing in front of the antique fireplace, simmering. Some of the more reluctant guests had taken time to verify the E-mail extremely thoroughly, to the point of paranoia, which had caused them to arrive a few days later than planned. This had angered Agent Alpha immensely, causing him to fly off into a rage from which he had only recently recovered. He had gone on a rampage of wanton destruction, finally calming down amidst the wreckage of what used to be the sitting room. It had been a truly terrifying spectacle, one that none of those present wished to see again.

Their host stared deeply into the fire, his face mere inches from the roaring flames and his large fists clenched tightly at his side. Even without his cruel brown eyes boring into them, Agent Alpha still scared the crap out of his guests. He was not an overly large man, only standing about 5'10" and probably only weighing about 170. He was incredibly lean, however, and sinewy. While he might not have been rippling with pectorals, no one present could deny the iron-taught muscles obviously visible beneath his skin-tight, navy-blue body suit. If his physical capabilities didn't frighten them, there were always the two large pistols strapped on either side of his waist to consider. The high-tech weapons looked like something out of a science-fiction novel- all silver with buttons everywhere- but none of the criminal masterminds sitting comfortably in their silk chairs wished to see their capabilities.

Just when several of the more bold guests considered giving their host a verbal cue to proceed, Agent Alpha broke the silence. "You all know why I brought you here… correct?" He asked dryly, his voice thick with venom despite the lack of emotion. Despite their impatience, no one said a word; they just stared at their host with wide eyes. Tachus slowly turned around, his face illuminated for the briefest second by the fire and the motley collection of criminals finally got their first good look at their host's facial features. Despite his slighter frame, Agent Alpha was an extremely intimidating man. While he was probably the youngest man in the room, his ragged facial features gave him the look of a veteran criminal. A jagged scar ran along his right cheek, ending at the base of his chin. He was clean shaven, without even the slightest trace of hair anywhere on his face. Covering the top part of his face, just above the eyes, was a black cowl, giving him an air of mystery.

He scowled as he took a menacing step forward, his muscles rippling from underneath his black tunic as he clenched his fists even more tightly. Those present sat deeper into their chairs, trying to get as far away from this man as possible without angering him further.

One of the more brash guests, a Mafia Lord, cleared his throat loudly, before answering nervously in a thick, Italian accent. "You have a proposition for us, right? We all got your E-mail... Mr. Sorrel." He grimaced uncomfortably as his host turned his attention on him.

Agent Alpha took a step towards the unlucky mobster, who had foolishly taken a chair right next to the fireplace. One of his hands reached for one of his pistols threateningly, while the other crooked behind his back. He took several more steps towards the mobster until he was right in front of his chair, then leaned forward so that his leering face was mere inches from the nervous mobster's. "My, my… aren't we smart. Yeah… I got a proposition for you." He swiftly leaned back to his original position before continuing. "I have a proposition for all of you." He turned towards the fireplace, drew his pistol, and fired into the flames.

What followed was one of the strangest things any of the guests had ever seen. As soon as the projectile hit the fire, they sporadic flames began to form into a more solid wall of fire. The surprised criminals also noticed shapes beginning to form in the flames. At first the images were indiscernible, just vague shapes of color, but after a few moments, a familiar redhead could be clearly seen in the center of the massive fireplace.

"Kim Possible!" Agent Alpha's guests all yelled the name of their hated rival in unison.

Tachus smiled. "Indeed… the legendary Kim Possible. The scourge of every two-bit, underhanded gent trying to make a dishonest living, the top agent of Global Justice, our arch-enemy," He waved at the fireplace nonchalantly and the image changed to show an orbital view of the planet. "But most importantly, the number one obstacle to our plans of world conquest."

A certain blue-skinned scientist raised his small, black-gloved hand.

"Yes Dr. Drakken?" Tachus asked snidely, stressing the title mockingly.

"Yes..well… we've heard this all before haven't we? Yah, we know she kicks our butts at every corner. Yah… she finds someway to foil all our greatest plans at every turn. So what… that's old news. Tell us something we don't know." Drakken winced at the last part. He didn't want to see a repeat of their host's earlier performance with the sitting room, but he just couldn't help it. He had just gotten out of jail to find his old henchwoman, Shego, had given up a life of crime to go live with some hottie in Brazil. Then, when thought it couldn't get any worse, he had gotten an E-mail from some big honcho in the WWEE telling him to go to some obscure island on the other side of the pacific to hear some bad-boy jackass threaten to kill him on numerous occasions before bringing up the painful subject of Kim Possible. It was just more than the self-proclaimed doctor could take. He just hoped his 'host' wouldn't treat him to 'specials hospitalities'.

If Tachus Sorrel was any bit angry by his guest's outburst, he didn't show it. "You are correct, Dr. Drakken." He smiled.

Drakken cocked his head to the side quizzically before stammering, "I…I am?"

"Yes… indeed you are doctor. Kim Possible is old history." The top agent for WWEE returned to his spot in front of the fireplace. He turned his head back towards his guest, the light from the fire playing off his rough features making him look even more sinister. Tachus grinned wickedly. "That is… she will be."