DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN 'KIM POSSIBLE'. KIM, RON, RUFUS, WADE, SHEGO, DRAKKEN, DR. DIRECTOR AND GLOBAL JUSTICE, MR. POSSIBLE, MRS. POSSIBLE, JIM, TIM, AND ANY OTHER KIM POSSIBLE CHARACTERS BELONG TO DISNEY. THE STORY, HOWEVER, IS MINE, AND SO ARE RICK OWENS AND WALTER BARON.
*UPDATE*
I modified a paragraph early in the chapter because it seemed off to me, but there were no major changes to the story. Just some minor fixes! Enjoy! (Again)
PART 3:
It wasn't long after Kim left that Wade contacted Dr. Possible. The rocket scientist had been in the living room watching the news when Wade's visage appeared on the screen in front of him, cutting off the weather report.
"Dr. Possible!" Wade fairly yelled.
"What is it, Wade? You look shaken!"
"Kim's in trouble!"
Immediately Kim's father was up out of his seat. "Where is she?"
A video of Wade's earlier conversation with Kim played on the television while he relayed his story. "Midway between here and Ron's house. She'd been on her way to pick him up for lunch when she saw him lying in the street. She called me when she realized it was a dummy, and I scanned it, but I couldn't find out where it came from. My connection was terminated as someone tried to grab her from behind." As the video feed ended with Kim's assailant moving up behind her, Wade's face retook the screen.
There was no delay in Dr. Possible's response. "Kim could still be there. I'm going to see if I can get there before she's gone. Call Ron. Tell him to meet me there. Then call Global Justice. They'll know what to do next."
Wade nodded and ended the call. Dr. Possible never even saw the weather return to the screen; he was already out the door, the twins staring after him in disbelief and shock.
He knew he'd arrived too late. Just moments too late. Kim was gone, kidnapped, and the person who took her was most certainly in the rapidly departing helicopter that was nowhere in sight but still very close.
Dr. Possible hung his head, fear filling his heart for his daughter. But more than fear, there was rage. What right did these people have kidnapping a teenaged crime-fighter, his daughter, off of the street? And who did they think they were?
Ron arrived a minute later, looking panicked, after the sound of the helicopter had faded to nothing. He kept looking around, as if expecting the entire scenario to be some sort of cruel joke.
"WHERE IS SHE?" He yelled, his hair already wet, his clothes damp from the beginning rain shower.
"She's gone, Ronald." Was all the reply he received.
Ron clenched his hands into fists. Why did this have to happen today? Why? He'd just returned from three weeks in Japan. He had just finished two weeks of intense training. He had also been looking forward to spending some time with his girlfriend for the first time in almost a month, and some maniac had to kidnap her right before their lunch date. "Did you see who it was?" He asked quietly, a droplet of water falling from a strand of his blonde hair and landing on his cheek.
"No."
Ron's anger was solid and black in his chest, but it was hardly as painful as the lump of fear and worry that insisted on gathering in his throat. "What's the plan?"
"We wait," Dr. Possible replied, "for Global Justice to respond to Wade's call."
Lightning flickered across the sky, quickly followed by a peal of thunder. The light rain shower turned into an all-soaking downpour.
All she knew was pain. Her head hurt. Her neck was stiff. Her left wrist was throbbing. She felt sick to her stomach.
But it meant she was alive, and she couldn't complain about that.
Kim slowly opened her eyes and sat up, rubbing her neck. She was in a white padded room lit from above by a skylight; there were no furnishings of any kind, and save for a camera that watched her from a corner of the "window", she was completely alone. Taking a better look around, Kim also noted that there was no perceptible entrance to the room.
She lay back down, trying to think of some way to escape, but her thoughts wandered back to Middleton, where both her family and her boyfriend must know by now that she was missing; Wade would have contacted them. At the thought of Ron, Kim realized that he was probably right. It hadn't been such a great idea for her to hide that microchip, because whoever had captured her more than likely wanted its location.
Speaking of which, who exactly had kidnapped her?
Rick slowly approached the massive set of wooden double doors that led into the Boss's office and reached up. He knocked quietly, so as not to disturb his employer.
"Come in." Was the quiet but clear command from inside the room.
Rick opened the right-side door and walked into the spacious office, breathing the familiar smell of leather and books. In fact, so many books lined the walls that the room could have served as a small library. The Boss was well-read. In the center of the room sat an enormous oak desk that could have served as a large dinner table.
"What did you need to see me about, Rick?" The Boss's deep, smooth voice seemed to come from everywhere at once, until he turned his big wingback chair around to face the blonde thirty-year-old man in front of his desk.
The man in the chair was tall and rather handsome despite his apparent age. He must have been around forty-five, but he looked ten years younger and still had a head full of thick black hair, though it was streaked with gray. He stood up.
Rick's answer came immediately, his voice full of respect (or was it fear?) for the man. "The girl is awake."
"Thank you for letting me know, Rick. You may leave." The subordinate turned and quietly left the room, closing the door behind him.
"Please, everyone, take a seat!" Dr. Director tried desperately to bring the meeting to order, but the worry and concern that filled the Global Justice conference room prevented anyone from settling down. She sank into her chair, frustrated. Only after enduring another five minutes of noise did the head of Global Justice stand and shout, "PLEASE, TAKE YOUR SEATS!"
Every person in the room immediately sat down, Ron and Wade on Dr. Director's right, and Kim's family on her left. All eyes were focused on those seven people.
Dr. Director stood. "Now I know you are all very concerned for Kim, but if we're going to do anything to help her, we need to focus. Her family is here to ask advice of us, so we need to show them our best, and we have to provide whatever will help them find Kim and get her back. I know what you're all thinking: 'Kim has saved the world many times, and now is our chance to save her.' I understand that more than you know, and I agree, so now is the time to put our all into this. Regrettably, I'm sure I know why Kim was kidnapped, and I will disclose that information shortly. However, we first must ask Wade, Ron, and the Possible family for their input so that we can understand fully what needs to be done."
The meeting settled into order, and Wade stood first to deliver his account, so far the most accurate, to the men and women seated around the table.
Kim jumped as a loud click reverberated through the padding in her room. Sitting back up, she tried to determine which wall the sound had come from, but had no luck until a grinding noise issued from her right. After about five seconds, the grinding stopped and a door opened outward to reveal a dim, metal-lined hallway outside the room; in the doorway stood a man with gray-streaked black hair and striking blue eyes. His hands were folded behind his back.
"Miss Possible, I must apologize for the treatment you have received. My right-hand man, Rick, tends to get a tad violent when his quarry gives him trouble." The man stepped forward and leaned against the right side of the door frame.
"A tad?" Kim retorted, cradling her wrist.
"Indeed, a bit of an understatement, but I am sorry nonetheless." The man nodded toward Kim's hand. "Would you care for someone to treat your injury? Or perhaps something to eat or drink?"
"Maybe not anything to eat." Kim responded. "I'm feeling sort of sick to my stomach. But my wrist is throbbing." She was a little suspicious about what this guy might slip into her food, but a splint couldn't be harmful.
"Perhaps you feel ill because you haven't eaten for a while." The man replied. He revealed his right hand from behind his back and snapped his fingers, then returned the hand to its original position. A guard from outside appeared at the door and entered the room with a medical kit. He approached Kim and carefully took her hand, splinting it with a care and deftness that surprised her.
"To be honest," Kim said as the guard returned to the hallway, "I'm a little confused, and who knows what you'll put in whatever you give me?"
"I can fully understand why you feel the way you do, but if you'll allow me, I can make you more comfortable. At least come have a drink. I have something that I need to discuss with you." The man gestured down the hallway.
Kim was reluctant to do anything this man wanted her to do, but she was thirsty, and he seemed to be honest enough; he seemed to find power in being an honest criminal, despite the contradiction in the term.
Kim got up and approached the doorway with caution. The man stepped aside to let her pass, and two dart gun-armed guards with helmet-covered faces took their places on her left and right. The party started down the hallway. When they arrived at an intersection, the man said, "Turn right," and Kim did so, coming to a small room, dim and metal-lined like the hallway, where sat a small table and two chairs. A blonde-haired man with violet-colored eyes stood in a far corner, watching Kim with intense interest. Kim and her mysterious host sat down.
"You may leave, Rick." The black-haired man said. The man in the corner nodded and promptly walked out of the room with the guards. Shortly afterward, the two armed mercenaries returned with a tray of hot water and tea bags and deposited the items on the table.
"What do you want to discuss with me?" Kim asked as she and the man reached for their cups. She had a good idea, but she wasn't about to jump to conclusions.
"You're so quick to get to the point, Miss Possible." The man said as he reached for a cup and a tea bag.
"I'm sure you would act no differently in my situation." Kim responded.
"Very well. The reason I have brought you here was to ask you a simple question, one I know you have the answer to."
"Okay, but why kidnap someone if you only have a question? Why not just ask?"
"Ah. A good query you pose, but one that could be answered with a little thought. However, I will ask first. My question is: where have you hidden the GPS microchip that you stole from Dr. Drakken?" The man sipped his tea. Kim still hadn't touched her own.
"That is information I won't give out willingly." Kim replied, her mood darkened. Her suspicion was correct. This man wanted the location of the microchip, and she was in fact the only person who knew its whereabouts. She recalled Ron asking, but the question had been forgotten when she had been cut off by the other motorist.
"You see, that answer is why I've kidnapped you, Kim Possible." The man's mood had visibly deteriorated, and he spoke with a more sinister tone. "If I had walked up to you on a public street and asked the same question, would you have answered me any differently?"
"No."
"Exactly. If I had asked you publicly, you would have known that I intended to force you to come with me, and you would have been able to fight me off in order to prohibit me from kidnapping you. However, by kidnapping you first, I avoid making my intentions known to you, and thereby take you by surprise and avoid any setbacks on my own part. I can also interrogate you at my leisure should you prove less cooperative than I would like."
Kim now understood perfectly why she had been kidnapped, and she didn't like the direction this situation was taking, either. She sighed, then rubbed her forehead.
"So," the man said, his voice civil once more, "I'll ask once more before I turn to less pleasant methods. Where have you hidden the microchip that you stole from Drakken?"
Kim thought for a moment, then made a decision. Looking the man in the eye, she said, "I'm sorry, but I still refuse to give you that information."
"Very well; you've made your choice. Rick!" The blonde-haired subordinate re-entered the room, ready for orders, with the two armed men behind him. "Take Kim back to her quarters."
Rick stepped forward, and Kim stood.
"By the way," the black-haired man said, "My name is Walter Baron."
