Author's Note: I Own Nothing

The drive into Uperton was almost over when Kim tapped Ron on the shoulder and told him over the noise of the music that she needed to talk to Wade to confirm Drakken's location, HUNK hit the off control on the stereo, and the silence was a welcome rest, at least to Kim's battered ears.

She leaned back into her seat and picked up the Kimmunicator punching the call key bringing Wade's face into view, "hey Kim, I'm tracking Your location now, Drakken's still on site, I'm sending the coordinates." With that, the display reverted to a real time GPS screen, with the Tahoe as a solid Green dot, and Drakken's current location was marked as a blinking red dot about four miles ahead, near the outskirts of the city.

Ron looked to HUNK and spoke, "you know, we should ask Wade to get you a Kimmunicator." With that said HUNK reached into the console and removed a small cell phone like device, it was black and measured about four inches by two inches.

HUNK snuck a look at Kim in the back seat, "Miss Possible, could you hand that thing to Ron?" Kim shrugged and did as asked, Ron held the device up and HUNK held his small comm device next to it and pushed one of the buttons under the plasma display, an hourglass icon came up and within a couple seconds the icon was replaced with a copy of the Kimmunicator screen.

Locking his comm into a charging cradle and letting it sync up to his laptop, whose screen was then replaced with the same GPS screen shown by the comm. Kim stared at the black clad gunman who routed his way through her Kimmunicator's security so easily, he was good. HUNK spoke up to give an explanation as he kicked out the rear end of the Tahoe to take a sharp corner. "I got my own stuff, most of it's leftovers from some of the more, financially well endowed people I've worked for over the years, that little gadget I just showed you came from my previous employer, same place that rifle came from too." at that HUNK pointed behind him to the G36 locked into it's rack behind Kim's head.

"Approaching location" came Wade's voice through the Kimmunicator and laptop speakers all at once. The trio looked through the windshield of the SUV and immediately saw where the GPS beacon was leading them, they were fast approaching the warehouse district, and although the warehouses all appeared similar, no one with half a brain could mistake the recently-made gaping hole in the roof of one of the more secure looking facilities, and the green hovering vehicle parked directly above it.

HUNK let out a low whistle, "That hovercraft belongs to a guy you beat on regularly? The guy's got a healthy mind, a healthy bank account or both." Kim and Ron both looked over at the merc and nodded, that seemed to be a decent description of the blue man alright, except for maybe the part about a 'healthy' mind.

"My screen says you're at the site guys, good luck!" Wade said as HUNK pulled the Tahoe into an alleyway two buildings away for cover. "Thanks Wade, you rock!" answered Kim, "hnk, thanks!" added Rufus sticking his head out of Ron's pocket. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't get killed." said HUNK for good measure. Kim had the presence to look a bit annoyed at HUNK before they piled out of the truck into the industrial decay of the alleyway.

"Alright," HUNK started before Kim could say much, causing her further annoyance, "I've never really seen how you two work in person before, so I'll hang back and observe for now, you two do your thing and I'll keep an eye out for 'ya." Both Kim and Ron nodded their agreement, especially Kim, who was looking forward to showing the gunman that she knew a thing or two about tact in an operation too.

HUNK reached into the back seat of the truck and retrieved the Remington 870 he had stowed on the gun rack and slung the weapon under his shoulder in a tactical carry position. "Once again, do you really need to carry artillery?" Kim asked him. HUNK let out a sigh, "Look young lady, I may be a mercenary for hire, but that doesn't mean I'm a blood thirsty killer, look." HUNK gripped the twelve gauge and pumped the action, ejecting a shell from the chamber and held it up.

Kim had little experience with firearms and when she did encounter shotgun shells, they were almost always red, this particular one was clear plastic with a single round black projectile inside. "See?" HUNK continued, "rubber slug, non-lethal but it hurts like a mother, I don't like hurting people unless I have to, now you two best get moving." With that, HUNK turned and double-timed it down the alley and round the back of the buildings.

Kim just stood there for a second before turning to look at Ron, "Who'd you hire him again?"

Ron shrugged, "he makes me feel a little safer?" the blond ventured.

"Let's just get moving" Kim huffed, and thus, they were off.

HUNK thought he had made pretty good time to the back or the warehouse, he liked to be ahead of schedule, and according to what he saw, he made it to the building before his charge and Miss Possible had, 'huh, Possible.' he thought, she seemed to be a bit tetchy around him, probably felt threatened or some crap like that.

HUNK smiled beneath his mask, wouldn't be the first time someone felt threatened by someone who knew field work as well as he did, he briefly remembered when he first meet Whiskers, (although even HUNK wasn't quite insane enough to call the blond haired sociopath that to his face, there was a difference between brave and insanely stupid) He wondered what the triple-crosser was up to these days, didn't really matter anyway, HUNK may have worked for the highest bidder, but he still had some honor left. Once he took a contract, come hell or high water, he finished it out with gusto, he never betrayed a client, and he didn't like to work for people who considered it fair to toss their employees and colleagues to the wolves, after all, he quit working for the corporation for a reason.

Normally emotions and internal dialog he saved for after an operation, but this was an exception. This Drakken guy was either extremely arrogant, aloof (considering evil villain types, that was fairly likely) or a bumbling moron, and after looking at the tech involved in building something like that hover car, HUNK was all but ready to rule that one out.

But still, this was pathetic, he had no guards posted, no remote sentries, and no electronic interference. It seemed as though the good doctor was preforming nothing more than a smash-and-grab, HUNK shook his head, the last time someone had him go on an operation like that, his damn team got killed, and the viral specimens they were sent to collect got loose. Not to mention that it was the direct cause of thousands of deaths, which was one of the other reasons working for the corporation became unappealing.

Upon hearing the noise of a door being kicked in, (the kids sure didn't seem to like subtle, a part of the gunman's brain noted) he turned to get a look inside, he saw Ron looking surprisingly relaxed, Miss Possible looking determined, and they were facing toward their enemy, who just happened to be...

HUNK suddenly became something he wasn't very often, surprised. Then a smile crept on to his face, "my, my, my." he said to himself, "Of all the places..."

Kim and Ron had made it to the walk-in door, and prepared to make their grand entrance, they scouted the front and sides of the building and saw nothing, Wade couldn't pick up any thing on the scope, so with a nod of agreement, the two teens kicked open the door, and jumped inside to confront Drakken's forces.

To their mild surprise, Shego seemed to be the only one present, normally there'd be at least a dozen henchmen running around, loading equipment, checking for intruders, looking menacing, whatever it is that henchmen do. As they arrived, they happened to hear the last part of a conversation between the green-hued woman and her equally odd-toned boss.

"I told you Doctor D, I can't find your do-hickey..."

"The Plasmatic Core Modulation Device Shego! Just call it a PCMD if you can't remember it's proper name!" shouted the tinny, but still somehow menacing voice of one Dr. Drew 'Drakken' Lipsky over the radio.

"Yeah well, whatever the hell you want to call it, I can't spot..." SMASH!!! The clattering of the newly defunct outside doorway diverted any further conversation on Shego's behalf, "Hold up Doc, we got incoming."

"Kim Possible again!" He shouted.

"And her pet buffoon, I'll be up in a jiffy." With that Shego tossed the radio back behind her, upon hearing it shatter against the far wall, she transferred into a fighting position, and stood at the ready.

Kim tensed up, and got prepared to dish out some rage, after one day of dealing with Ron's new 'bodyguard' she needed to loose some frustration on someone who deserved it, and Shego was always an appealing target.

Ron had other ideas though, he had entered 'negotiator' mode, and felt the need to try something.

"Hey Shego?" Ron called out, Kim gave him a look that clearly questioned his sanity, but he retorted with a muttered "trust me for a sec here KP."

"What is it buffoon?" Shego called back in a rather impatient tone of voice.

"Well," Ron began, "you always say Drakken doesn't give you enough credit for what you do for him right?"

"Get to the point Stoppable, before I make you stop babbling myself!" Shego snapped

Ron gulped, and Kim was quite sure he gone off the deep end to even begin trying to placate the volatile woman. "I was wondering if maybe you'd care to work for us in exchange for a healthy fee?"

Kim suddenly had the near insatiable urge to cause irreparable bodily harm to her best friend, the damn smug masked gunman was bad enough, but Shego! Now this was going too damn far!

Kim never got to chastise Ron though, Shego was faster on the draw when it came to insults and witty banter, "Oh yeah right! What are you going to pay me in? Sunshine and happy stories?!" Shego was in her openly mocking bitchy mode, and the fact that she thought Ron was so full of crap his eyes were turning a darker shade of brown helped.

"Hey, the Ron man has the fundage to pay up, at least now that I'm worth some SERIOUS coinage." He added, promptly ignoring Shego's outburst.

"Kimmie," Shego started, not knowing to laugh or rip off Ron's wedding tackle and shove it in his mouth just to shut him up, "I think all that garbage you're letting him shovel down his gullet is starting to effect his brain."

"He's not lying Shego," Kim ground out, despite wishing to pound her toe-headed companion of some twelve years, "he did get more than enough cash to go straight to his head." She added as Ron stood smirking in triumph.

"Really?" Shego's greedy side was interested now, and that was practically NEVER a good thing, "how much are we talking about Mister Stoppable?"

Ron smiled, "that 'garbage' I was a shovelin' down my neck, as you put it is sort of responsible for my current financial, ugh, goodness."

Shego raised an eyebrow, "really?"

Ron nodded, "you've heard of the Naco? I created it." He said smugly.

Shego felt her eyes widen a touch, no wonder the kid was loaded! Even Dr. D had a love of those stupid things. "Damn, that's like having the inventors rights to the Whopper!"

Ron nodded, "so you know I'm good for it, so how about you give up the whole trying to kill us thing, and get paid to work with us? I bet we could even get Dr. Director to let go some of the bad stuff you've done?"

Shego smiled a caustic grin, "sorry, as much as I like to bitch about the big blue dork he's basically a decent guy, besides, I don't think I could bear the strain of working with Princess on a daily basis, but I would love to take you up on the offer to take your money, all of it sound fair enough?"

Ron had exactly enough time to have his eyes widen before Shego was on top of him and had him in a headlock, she was about to bade Kimmie a fond farewell and grab the rope ladder leading to the hovercraft when all individuals present heard a shotgun being racked, and a voice, one Shego was less than pleased to hear spoke up from about four yards behind her.

"Well, it's been a while Shego, where was the last place we got a chance to shoot the breeze? Prague? Moscow?" HUNK asked in a mild, wandering tone.

Shego tossed Ron back at Kim's feet, suddenly the prospect of stealing dear Stoppable's cash seemed minute compared to having a brawl with the man behind her. She began to speak as she slowly turned to face the man. "No, it was Cleveland HUNK, we were in Cleveland." Shego finished in a dangerously low tone of voice.

HUNK chuckled at the woman's anger, he didn't seem to care. "Ahh... I always seem to get those three mixed up, funny huh?"

Shego responded by lighting up both of her fists and growling, HUNK cut her off by dropping the rubber-slug loaded Remington and withdrawing his USP (which was loaded with live, lethal 147 grain Hydra-Shock Hollow Points) and pointing it firmly between her eyes. "Shego, let's not play this game, the last time you got into a tizzy I walked away with third-degree burns, and you had to have a couple pistol slugs pulled out of your person, what do you say we live and let live?" he finished with his head cocked to the side in a way that could be considered adorable on anyone but a trained killer.

Shego growled again, "I'd rather live and let die"

Kim had completely quit caring about what Ron had done at this point and coincidentally, so had Ron, they were both far more interested in Ron's bodyguard and Shego were talking about, and why they seemed to know each other so well. Surprisingly, Kim was the one to interrupt their chat, (that kind of tactless behavior was usually Ron's forte) "Excuse me." Kim asked politely, she got a sharp glance from both. "What?!" they both said at once, Ron looked as though he wanted to call a jinx but decided against it out of personal safety. Kim cleared her throat and asked the million dollar question: "So, do you two know each other?"

HUNK seemed to be smiling under that damn mask again, and everyone could tell, Shego particularly didn't like the idea he was smiling. "Don't you dare you bastard!" Shego said in a tone so horrible no one even recognsed it, including Drakken, who had been listening in from the hovercraft just fifty feet overhead. Well, almost everyone, HUNK seemed to know, and he was loving it. "Oh, I know her alright, in about every way a man can know a woman."

there was silence for a moment, just a mere second where the silence was deafening, then, Shego erupted like Mount Saint Helen.

"YOU ASSHOLE!!" Kim and Ron watched as Shego erupted and did her damnedest to kill the man in black in front of them. It was certainly like no fight Kim ever had with the emerald skinned woman, she seemed to be far more quick, and more deadly, yet HUNK could match her step for step, and didn't hold back, it was a true dead heat.

About four minutes into the debacle, about the time that Ron wished he had his camcorder, was when the wail of police sirens were heard from every direction. Shego recognized the danger for what it was and had a difficult choice to make, continue trying to kill HUNK, or avoid capture, she choose the latter. Faking out of the last punch, Shego threw herself at the rope ladder in the middle of the floor, and screamed a final insult at HUNK consisting of allowing his love spuds to meet the business end of a lit fist and was gone before the hammer dropped.

And that just left Ron, Kim and Rufus speechless, and an oddly reminiscent HUNK, just before the authorities reached them HUNK had one thing to say, he sighed "god I love that woman."