Chapter Two
The Doctor surveyed the room. In multiple massive glass tubes, replicas of the feisty teen crime fighter he was so interested in floated in various liquids.
"What's the report, Eva?" he asked.
"Only one of the KP clones has registered cranial activity. Number five," the young woman replied.
"Hmm, I was hoping for better," the Doctor replied contemplatively.
"Umm, sir?" asked Clara. "Number five was also the one with the equipment malfunction. We've begun to find evidence of possible PCDS."
"Pity. We'll have to go back to the drawing board," the Doctor noted. "Get rid of the nonfunctionals and drop Number five in one of our old bases. We're not going to need her."
"Last summer, we were approached with a job by a man who called himself the Doctor," Anatoly explained. "It seemed simple enough. Just get some of your DNA, and get paid."
"The Doctor?" Ron whispered into the Kimmunicator.
"Not good," Wade replied.
"Yeah, it was a bad idea from the start. For one thing, he didn't explain anything about you, and also, everyone kept talking about how easy it was."
"Horrible strategy," Wade confirmed.
"So why?" Kim asked.
"He never told us. WE took the money, we lay low a while, and most recently, the Seniors hire us to kidnap my ex."
Ron raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked.
"We were together in high school, never really lasted long." Anatoly clarified.
"So where is this guy?" asked Kim, getting right in her face.
Anatoly shrugged. "I dunno. Why you want to? It'll just make things more complicated!" She jerked forward and head butted Kim, jumping up with her hands—unsurprisingly—freed, and sliced the cable around her feet with a knife. She grabbed Tina, and rushed her out the door. Kim reached into her backpack, felt around, and threw her compact. It fell pitifully short.
"Was that supposed to do something?" Ron asked. She grabbed the Kimmunicator back.
"Wade, you said you had some kind of boomerang compact for me, right? Where?"
"In your backpack. Look around a little more," Wade advised. Kim rustled around in it, and came out with an identical compact. She rushed out into the hallway, with Ron close on her heels.
"Hey Kim! Wait for MEEEEEE!"
Press and Tina dashed through the halls, the former speaking quickly into a walkie-talkie.
"Situation's going downhill, Wayne. We're gonna have to move real fast."
"I'd like to point out that it was Tina who said the words," Wayne replied over the comm.
"It's not you I'm blaming; it's that Possible girl from last year."
"Really? What's she doing here?"
"What does it matter?" They came into the ballroom, and Press pulled a handgun from her pocket.
Then Kim came running through the hall, and threw her new compact. This one popped open, and whirled it's way into the back of Tina's head, ricocheted and disarmed Anatoly, and flew back to her hand. Anatoly spun around, and her vision was filled by Kim's shoe.
"That's for the head butt!" she thought she heard before the world went black.
Kim ran along the side of the ballroom, followed by Ron. Oddly enough, no one noticed them.
"Wade," Kim spoke into the Kimmunicator, "You know where the others are?"
"Okay… the black guy is still on the roof, and the two that you referred to as the Brazilian and the cowboy are coming up on your ri—"
Kim ducked under a blow, and drove her fist into Rico's stomach. She flipped him over her shoulder, and moved in on Wayne.
Wayne threw a punch that Kim blocked. She kicked, and he caught it, attempting to twist it into a harsh hold, but she spun around, hammering him with the other leg.* Wayne stumbled back and Kim flipped to her feet. She put all her weight behind a right, and Wayne sidestepped, allowing her to painfully go off balance and hit the floor. He stood over her.
"Not so tough, are you?" he asked smugly, raising his foot. At the same time, Kim raised her feet, and, placing them under Wayne's, pushed. Wayne was thrown off his feet, and Kim rolled herself into a punishing kick.
"Take care of him, Ron," she shouted, "I'm headed for the roof!"
Ron shrugged. "Of course I have to hang back," he grumbled. He stepped on Wayne, who was regaining consciousness.
On the roof, Kim found a helicopter as well as the black person. She had assumed that it belonged to one of the guests, but it looked as if she'd gotten it wrong. As she came up on the vehicle, however, the Black man loomed in front of her. Kim leapt into a powerful wheel kick.
The black man staggered back, and swung Kim ducked under, and punched him in the stomach. He doubled over, and she delivered a punch to his face.
"All done, Wade," she announced. Then she paused.
"Wade?"
"You dropped this," Ron explained, walking over with the Kimmunicator.
"Oh. So Wade?"
"Yeah, good stuff."
"What about this Doctor guy who hired them last year?"
"He's been around forever. Some kind of geneticist or something. He's an old, um, friend of Shego's back from her Team Go days. There was one time he actually created a superhuman with all of their powers… Actually found some news footage of that one, very cool…"
"So what's he want with my DNA?" asked Kim angrily. "Why's he want it so bad that he sends mercenaries to break into my home?"
"Can't say, except maybe he wants to clone you. That's a possibility. You could always ask Shego," he joked. Then he saw Kim's expression.
"Whoa Kim. It's a bad idea, I was just joking."
"Shego would probably know where he might be," Kim pointed out to anyone who was listening. "You said she fought him when she was with Team Go, right?"
"Kim, you don't want to just throw yourself in there," Wade warned. "Give me a little more time to come up with something!"
"We may not have a little time, you know," Ron cited.
"He's right, Wade," Kim continued, "We may have just one shot at this."
"Oh, brilliant," muttered Wade. "I'd better get to work."
*Based off a scene in the fourth Five Ancestors books, where Hok defeats an opponent in a similar manner.