A/N Well, it's been a couple of weeks, but I've finally got another addition to these stories. It will probably be a while until I post to these again, because I've been working on some other stories. I always figured that I would just continue adding to these stories as I got ideas and had time, so I will write more here as ideas come to mind. In the meantime, I will still be posting to my other story, A Monkey's Tail, so if you have time, check it out, too.

Anyway, thanks to Eddy13 for Beta reading, and noticing that I had a possible time line error. I made a few small changes, so everything is good now.

Also, Kudos to LuvPurple99 (and anyone else) who realized that Port Mystic Cove Haven was the location Kim and Ron went on their senior trip in "Cap'n Drakken."

Lastly, this story comes from the episode "Monkey Fist Strikes."

Chapter 4: The Colonel

Kim: Thanks so much for the lift, Colonel.

Colonel: Well, after the way you tipped us off to that assault Ms Possible, it's an honor and a privilege.

Ron: Anybody got gum?

Well, that's the last time I'll ever consider that any mission could just be 'routine.' What should have just been a simple case of helping someone turning into a whole lot more. I've always heard about being in the right place, at the right time, but I've never believed it. I mean, yeah, it happens, but it seems like it happens to me a lot.

I guess I also leaned a lesson about doing research, and knowing a little about everything that I can. I never even realized that there was a military base practically in my backyard. Maybe I need to study up on some things, see what other things I might not know about my home state. Hah, makes me wonder where Global Justice's Headquarters is located-for all I know, it could be right under my feet.

Everything started so innocently, too. I figured since it was a routine, boring mission, that Ron might want a chance to do some more important things on the trip. I gave him a chance, and...well, he tried his best, but I don't know that I'm going to try this again. He's a great sidekick, my best friend, but there are some things I just don't think he should do. Leading a mission tops that list.

X X X X

"Ron, face it, we're lost."

"No, no...no, I know it's around here somewhere. Camp Noki is around here somewhere."

Kim and Ron stood in the middle of a forest, the trees seeming to go on forever in every direction. The two teens were turning back and forth, trying to determine which way to go, even unsure of which direction they had already come. The teens finally looked at each other.

Kim groaned. "Why did I ever let you give the directions?"

"Hey!" Ron said, defensively, "I'm the one that answered the phone, and took the message about someone needing help. Since I'd done all of that, you told me to 'lead the way.'"

The red head grumbled at him. "Yeah, because I didn't think there was anyway you could possibly get us lost." She rolled her eyes, looked around, then frowned at Ron. "This is all your fault, you know, men are incapable of asking directions. If you'd just asked that forest ranger we saw, we'd probably already be there by now."

"I'm sorry, okay?" Ron raised his hands. "Look, I'll ask the next person I see, if it makes you happy."

She nodded, then turned and looked around, trying to decide which way would be the best for them to go. Finally she chose a direction at random and started walking; Ron hesitated a few seconds, then started after her, rushing to catch up. He joined up beside her for a few steps, then moved ahead, into the lead. "Hey, I thought that this was my mission."

The teen sighed. "First off, this isn't a mission, Ron, and secondly, we're just delivering the camp director's keys so that he can drive home when he's done, then we're going home. This should have taken an hour, tops."

"Doesn't matter." Ron said, stubbornly. "You gave me dibs when I answered that phone, and got the message about delivering the keys, and..." He put his hand in his pocket, pulling out the jingling keys. "I have the 'package' so that makes me in charge."

"Right." She rolled her eyes again. "'Lead the way' then."

The next few minutes passed in silence as the two teen trudged through the woods, Kim following her best friend, occasionally rolling her eyes as he would stop and look around, like he was trying to decide which way to go. Off hand, she wondered, "How did I let you talk me into this?"

"You said, and I quote, 'Ron, if you're going to go on missions with me, you need to take a more active role.'" He motioned through the woods with his hands. "See, more active role. This is me leading." He marched forward, directly into a branch. "Ow!"

As the blond staggered back, Kim tried not to smile, coming up behind him and grabbing him carefully. "Watch what you're doing, Ron, you could get hurt on those."

He waved her off, blinking rapidly, the branch having impacted just over his eye. "No, no, I'm okay." He shook his head quickly, then frowned. "The woods are evil."

She smirked. "Evil, why you're not still thinking about that camp you went to, are you?" As he turned to her fearfully, she smirked. "What was it called again... " She grinned mischievously. "...Wannaweep?"

The blond cringed. "Ix-nay on the amp-cay, KP. It has eyes and ears everywhere."

As Kim walked past him into the lead, she looked over her shoulder, smirking. "Amp down, Ron, there's no one else out here-" She broke off as she bumped into someone, ending up on her back as she fell down. She tilted her head and looked up, blinking in surprise as she recognized the red outfit of one of Drakken's henchmen. The man had a handful of other companions, and all of the men pointed their laser stun weapons at Kim. The teen growled to herself, glaring up at them.

Ron blinked.

"So, do any of you know the way to Camp Noki?"

X X X X

Kim and Ron were forced to march through the forest, the henchmen at their backs, leading them back to the villain in charge. Drakken was standing in the middle of a clearing in the woods, barking orders at his men, while Shego was leaning up against a tree, filing her nails. As one of the henchmen nudged Ron in the back, he looked over and Kim and winked. "Let me handle this." Kim sighed.

The blond strode forward, directly at Drakken; the villain back up a step at the forceful motion, then looked them over. Ron opened his mouth. "Drakken, I don't know what you have planned, but we're going to put a stop to it, so you might as well surrender now."

Dr Drakken blinked, and frowned at the two captured teens, letting his gaze go back and forth between them, before finally settling on Ron. "Aren't you the sidekick?" He looked to Kim for confirmation.

She nodded quietly, then added, "It's his first mission in charge."

Shego looked the blond over, then smirked at Kim. "What'd you do, Princess, lose a bet?"

Now indignant, Kim stepped forward to defend her friend. "No, I just think that he could do a good job leading." She smirked at the villain. "Seems like Drakken doesn't have the same opinion of you, does it?"

Growling low, she poked a finger at her red headed foe. "Drakken's smart enough to know that I don't want a job like that. Right Dr D?" She turned to her employer.

"So, wait, you're normally the sidekick, but she's the sidekick today?"

Kim watched her arch foe, amazed. Wow, sidekicks really confuse him. Ron finally spoke up again. "So, what's the scheme this time Drakken? Stealing nature?"

"Ha, that shows what you know, sidekick...er...um..." He blinked, distracted for a second. "Your name escapes me at the moment, but that's unimportant." Finally regathering his wits, he continued. "No, I'm not stealing nature, I'm attacking the Cheyenne Mountain Complex." He rubbed his hands together. "Who knows what sort of wondrous military technology they have there. And I'll have it!"

As Shego tied the two teens together, Kim mumble under her breath. "Oh, I'm sure they'll 'let you have it' alright." She shook her head. "You're going to assault a military base, and you think that you have a chance? You've got a lot of henchmen, but that base will have hundreds."

Shego smirked at Drakken as she again leaned back against a tree, running the file across her claws. "Hmm, that sounds a little familiar, doesn't it Drakken? Oh, I remember now, we had that discussion this morning. Something about your henchmen being the most pathetic fighting force in the world. Not to mention you..."

The blue villain ground his teeth together. "And I told you, Shego, that won't be a problem."

The villainess looked down at her clawed gloves, blowing across the points to clean off any metal slivers. "Right, five hundred armed, highly trained men won't be a problem." She waved her hand to Drakken's assorted henchmen. "Especially with the elite fighting force we have here." As if to punctuate her sarcasm, one of the henchmen accidentally fired off one of the weapons. Drakken let loose a girlish yelp as he dodged to the side.

Ruffled, the mad doctor shook his head, regathering his courage while he made a note of the henchman's name. "That's just it, Shego. The soldiers garrisoned to the base are out on drills today, leaving only a skeleton force in command. Fifteen men. I'm sure between you and the henchmen, this won't be a problem." The villainess blinked at this new information, then turned, ready to say something to the captive teens. She needn't have bothered, as they weren't there anymore.

They had escaped.

X X X X

Kim pulled Ron behind her as they rushed through the forest blindly, doing their best to put some distance between them and the villains. It was complete and utter chance that the misfire caused by the henchman had traveled past Drakken, and cut the rope holding them captive. They had high-tailed it out of there, and finally after fifteen minutes of running, the teens felt safe enough to discuss things in a whisper.

"The Cheyenne Mountain Complex?"

Kim shook her head, unsure as well. "I don't remember anything about a military base nearby, but it's not something that I've ever looked up, either." She shrugged. "I guess there must be one around here somewhere if Drakken plans on attacking. We need to see if we can warn them."

Ron nodded, instantly deferring to her now that they really were in a mission sitch. He started to say something, then stopped. "Do you hear that?"

The red head brought her body low, slowing her breathing to a near whisper. "Drakken's henchmen?"

He shook his head, just as unsure as her. The teen stood up, slowly, looking around, before realizing that they were surrounded...again.

X X X X

"Civilians?"

Kim and Ron realized that they were surrounded by a number of soldiers in combat fatigues, weapons leveled at them. The two teens raised their hands, carefully, not wanting to give any sign of being a threat. They both looked at the man who had spoken, before another soldier stepped forward. After looking over his uniform, Kim realized that he was a colonel, and probably the man in charge.

He studied them carefully. "And kids at that. Stand down, soldiers." The men lowered their weapons, and the two teens dropped their arms. "What are you two doing out here in the woods? We've got combat drills going on, you could have been shot." As he stared at them, he was getting a definite feeling that he had seen these two somewhere before...at least the red head, for sure.

Another soldier spoke up, recognizing her. "Kim Possible?" As the teen turned to answer, the colonel remembered that he had seen them on TV recently, after foiling a villain's plot. He smiled.

Surprised at being recognized, Kim nodded. "Yes, that's me." Gathering her thoughts quickly, she described to the colonel the assault force in the woods, and the henchmen getting ready to attack their base.

"An attack? We need to warn them." The colonel motioned one man forward. "Johnson, see if you can get in contact with the HQ." The man shook his head, indicating that there was some sort of interference. Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator, and realized that she had a similar problem. The device had been acting intermittently all day, and it had never occurred to her that it might have been jammed.

The colonel turned to another man, asking for him to bring up the charts of the surrounding area. As he studied the maps, he frowned to himself. Kim joined him, looking over his shoulder, so he explained. "We're here." He marked a point in one corner of the map. "The Cheyenne Complex is over here." He marked another spot, in the opposite corner of the map. "It'll take us almost three hours to get back to base on foot. We'll never make it."

"Then what do we do?"

"Here." He pinpointed a spot a short distance from their location. "There's a small airstrip, here, that we should be able to use. They keep a plane on standby, and we should be able to paradrop over the base. That should give us plenty of time to get there ahead of Drakken."

"Well then, lets go!" Ron started off, then stopped when he noticed no one was following him. He looked back. "It's the other way isn't it?"

X X X X

They reached the airport shortly, and got loaded up in record time. Kim and Ron had joined the soldiers, knowing that their unique skills might come into play as well. The teens managed to sit next to each other, just across from the colonel. The man signaled to the front, and the plane took off in a burst of speed.

The special twin engine jet took off, barely clearing the woods around them, then started upwards in a steep ascent. Kim looked to her friend, next to her, as he started gulping.

"KP, my ears! My head is going to explode!"

The teen felt her own ears pop, and winced. "Amp down, Ron, it's because of the altitude."

The colonel leaned forward into the gap, a small item held in his hand. "Gum?" Both teens readily took a piece, chewing on it to help with their problem. As an aside, the colonel looked at Kim. "It's his first time in a jet, isn't it?" She nodded back, smiling slightly as she watched Ron look around, his gaze traveling all over the plane as he took it all in.

The ride itself took only a few minutes, getting them over the drop point in record time. Kim had gotten rid of her gum as soon as they had reached altitude, but Ron continued chewing his, waiting as they reached the bail out point of their flight. The soldiers went first, reaching the end and jumping, and soon enough it was Kim and Ron's turn, with the colonel right behind them. Ron hesitated at the end as he usually did, and the red head nudged him. Finally he jumped, and instantly began yelling.

Unfortunately, he'd forgotten about the gum in his mouth, and it went spiraling off into the air.

The blond gulped, looking down and pulling his chute. As his descent slowed, he heard another pair of similar sounds behind him, and twisted his head, spotting Kim and the colonel following. He turned back to watch what he was doing, and soon sailed to the ground, making a fairly poor landing; his feet hit, followed by his knees, then chest as he laid out flat. The parachute fell over his prone body.

After a few seconds of rolling around in the silky material, he uncovered himself, noticing most of the soldiers were already grouped together. He noticed Kim looking at him, giving him a disapproving stare...and if he looked closely, he could have sworn that she was trying not to smile. Figuring that she was critiquing his landing, he walked closer, until he noticed one of the soldiers glaring at him darkly. As he neared, he realized why the man was upset.

There was a large sticky piece of gum stuck smack dab in the center of his chest.

Ron winced as he watched the soldier take out a sharp knife, brandishing it at him. He yelped and hid behind Kim, watching as the man smirked, then lifted the blade up to his chest, using it as best he could to get the sticky stuff off, before tossing the gum to the side, a pink splotch still in the center of his chest. The soldier give Ron one last glare before seating his knife back in its sheath.

The colonel shook his head for a moment, then motioned to his men, and Kim and Ron, pointing in the direction they needed to go. The small squad set out, and within a few minutes, there were outside the main entrance to the mountain complex, pausing at the edge of the forest, still under cover. The colonel motion Kim and Ron forward so he could whisper to them.

"There's the entrance, Ms Possible, that's probably where that villain is planning to attack. I think we should be able to hold them there; it's a good, defendable position, we can keep them busy until we are able to contact some of the other squads."

Kim shook her head and smiled. "I think you're giving Drakken way too much credit. We don't need to defend the base, we need to catch him as he attacks. If we wait here, and ambush him when his men go to attack, I bet he'll give up. He wasn't expecting any sort of resistance-so he should just crumble and give himself up."

The colonel looked at her, weighing his options. Finally making a decision, he nodded. "You're more familiar with this villain, Ms Possible, so we'll do as you suggest. What exactly are you thinking?" As the teen explained, the colonel nodded, smiling to himself, as well, realizing that she had a good plan.

X X X X

"Shego. Shego! Where's that bug spray? These mosquitoes are the size of dragon flies. There's one on me! There's one on me!" Drakken entered the clearing just outside the Cheyenne Mountain Complex, waving his arms around rapidly, a number of blood sucking bugs flitting about him.

Shego came up behind him, sighing tiredly; for some reason the bugs were avoiding her, and even the henchmen, and had instead latched on to the mad doctor. She motioned at him, and he turned, looking frantic. She reached out with a hand, slapped him, keeping as straight a face as she could. "Got one."

Drakken brought his hand up to his cheek, only to watch another land on his hand. "Kill it, kill it!"

The villainess finally got the bug spray out, coating the doctor, and the insects soon left. She tossed the can back to one of the henchmen, then walked towards the gate, Drakken right beside her. She looked sideways at him. "Are you finished with your 'freak out' now? Let's steal this stuff and get to the lair. The new season of American Starmaker comes on tonight." Drakken opened his mouth to answer, but someone else beat him to it.

"Oh, I like that show. The one judge is sorta mean, though."

Both villains snapped their heads around, looking at the main gate. They had recognized the voice, and watched as the blond sidekick stepped out, followed by Kim. The red headed teen followed up her friend's comment.

"I think you're going to miss tonight's show, Shego. Then again, maybe they get cable in prison."

"You think you can stop us, Princess? You and what army?"

The teen took a few steps forward, and opened her hands wide. "The United States Army, of course." Shego turned her head around as she watched a dozen soldiers stand up, bringing their weapons to bare on the villains and henchmen. All of Drakken's men hesitated for a second, but then put their weapons down, hands in the air as they surrendered. Even Drakken had given up. Shego turned back to her teenage foe. "Nice try, pumpkin, but I'm not going to roll over and give up."

"Not without a fight."

The villainess launched herself at her foe, throwing a high kick, then trying to catch her upside the head with a swinging strike. Kim backed up, dodging the blows, then frowned as she watched the villain's hands flare up in their characteristic glow. The teen did a quick backflip as Shego slashed though the air, with the intend of disabling the red head.

Ron and the soldiers watched as Kim fought with Shego. For the military men, it was a rare treat to see someone else fighting, not to mention the skills of the combatants. More than one of the soldiers realized that they wanted no part in the confrontation; besides, Kim seemed to be holding her own quite well.

As the villainess attacked again, Kim finally spotted an opportunity; the teen easily slipped low, under the slash, catching Shego's wrist, and twisting to flip her. At the same time, she let her hands slide down, gripping the edge of the villain's gloves, pulling them off.

Shego dropped to her feet lightly, then looked down at her hands, almost in shock. "You took my gloves!"

Kim nodded, holding them in the air, parading them back and forth. "Let's see your hands glow without these, Shego." She smirked. "This should make keeping you in prison a lot easier." The villainess narrowed her eyes, before putting her hand up in the air, surrendering as well. The soldiers quickly took her into custody as well, and the colonel approached the two teens.

"Nice work, Kim, now if you'll wait here just a minute, I'll contact the general, and get someone here to take these villains off to jail." The colonel left, going into a small guard shack just off the main entrance. A few seconds later he came back out, indicating that a prison transport was on the way.

"Oh, and Ms Possible? General Hammond wants me to give his thanks for helping to keep this base secure, and if you ever need a favor, just let me know."

"Thanks, but it was no big, it's what I do."

Ron raised his hand and waved it back and forth. "Actually, I do have a question." He looked over at Kim, then back to the colonel. "Do you know where the camp Noki is? We got lost trying to find it."

The colonel nodded, smiling for a second. "Actually, yes, it's right over that ridge there." He pointed, and the two teens looked at each other. It seems everything had worked out well for them in the end. Then thanked the man, then headed out to finally deliver the keys.

As the teens moved out of earshot, one of the men turned to the colonel, speaking out of the side of his mouth. "Doesn't that kid know that men don't ask for directions?"

X X X X

Meanwhile, Shego was let to an armored prison van, and she was put inside; she watched as a second van was filled with Drakken and his henchmen. She briefly smiled to herself, thinking it was amusing that they had an entire van for her, and crammed the rest of the villains in the other one. They really must consider her fairly dangerous.

As she was placed on her seat, then handcuffed, she relaxed a moment, and heard the soldiers check that the other van was ready to follow. A few second later, she felt the vehicle under her lurch, then start off. She could see out the back of the windows, the plated glass, covered with bars, intended to keep her inside.

Shego grinned to herself, they thought she was defenseless, that she would be easy to keep imprisoned; they were about to learn differently. This wasn't the first time that a foe had mistaken her gloves for the source of her unique plasma power. She let her hands glow at the thought, and was easily able to get rid of the cuffs holding her. Now, to get her gloves, bust out Drakken and the henchmen...

...and hopefully she'd be back in time to watch her show.