Chapter Six

Joss was slapping Ron lightly across the face as the voices of the bikers echoed outside of the enclosed steel compactor. "Ron! Come on, Ron! Wake up!" Suddenly, his pants pocket opened up and Rufus crawled out. "Rufus!" Joss said with excitement. "We're in a trash compactor. You know how to wake up Ron?"

Rufus touched a claw to his chin in thought before crawling back into Ron's pocket and pulling out a packet of Diablo sauce, holding it up. "Taa-Daa!"

"Good job, Rufus!" Joss said, snatching the packet and tearing it open. She waved it under Ron's nose, crossing her fingers as she did.

"Wuh? Naco?" Ron asked, his eyes fluttering. "Oh... my head... what happened?"

"Doesn't matter. Ron, we're in a tight sitch! We're in a trash compactor!" Joss explained.

"Well that's not so bad." he smiled. "So long as it doesn't..." he paused as hydraulics began to kick in. "... start."

"Well one thing's for sure, we're all gonna be a lot thinner!" Joss shouted over the noise, covering her ears.

"Hey!" said an offended Rufus, his claws on his hips. "Was that a shot?" Ron asked.

"Is there anything you can do?" Joss asked, reflexively holding her arms up against the pressure of the ceiling.

"Monkey powers, don't fail me now!" Ron shouted, ducking slightly as the ceiling lowered. He put his back against the ceiling as a blue aura erupted around him in the outline of a monkey. The light reflected off of every surface in the compactor and Joss shielded her eyes from the wind that was beginning to whip around inside.

The compactors hydraulics began to strain as Ron clenched his eyes and jaws shut. Sparkles of bright blue light shined off of his skin as beads of sweat began to form. He was now nearly doubled over, pushing against the closing compactor.

Torque and the rest of the Dreads that had made it back to the scrap yard watched with wonder as the compactor that had turned steel tractors into minute cubes the size of soccer balls began to smoke and strain with nothing more than two people inside. A blue glow shined out of every seam and each of the gangers took a step back.

Cubed vehicles that surrounded the compactor began to rise of their own accord and Torque could hear a number of the bikers around him start their bikes and ride off. "Hey! Get that kid!" he shouted, pointing at a stout, dark skinned teenage boy that was playing with the controls.

"Uh, oh." Wade said. Whatever was jamming the compactor was doing a number on its systems. Pulling Ron's Kimmunicator from his pocket, he plugged it into the computer console. "Password protected?" Wade thought for less than a second. While he could undoubtedly bypass the security system in the time it took most people to take a breath... he typed in 'BuenosNachos01'

'Access Granted'

"Too predicable, Ron. But at least it's spelt correctly." Wade began to cringe as three big bikers began to rush him. Then the compactor stopped. Wade looked down at the Kimmunicator and at the override screen that it showed. "It worked!" he shouted.

The top of the compactor blew off and the three bikers slid to a stop as Ron leapt up and landed in the mud. "Whau!" he shouted as a battlecry, taking each Dread as they charged at him, Rufus perched on his shoulder to watch his back.

Joss climbed out of the compactor and landed beside Wade, throwing her arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek. "You saved us, Wade! You rock!"

"Uh, thanks." Wade replied with an embarrassed smile. He hadn't noticed that his arm now rested around her waist. "Uhm..."

"Oh! I... I guess we should help Ron?" Joss asked, pulling away.

"Actually, I think he's got it covered." Wade said, crossing his arms as they watched. Ron now stood alone with twenty or more armed bikers lying around him in a circle.


Kim was losing ground on the motorcycle she had taken from Motor Ed's lieutenant. Her Uncle Slim was right. That was one face bike! As they raced down Diverse City streets, Motor Ed's gang members pulled up beside her. "What? Did I happen to pick the slowest one?!" she asked herself.

One rider next to her began swinging a chain and wrapped it around one of her handle bars. Kim grinned. Tilting slightly before he could pull her off balance, she cut across his line of travel and braked, wrapping him in his own chain and pulling him off. In her rear view mirror, her eye caught a rider moving up from behind with a baseball bat.

Taking the chain that was wrapped around her handle bars, she slung it through the spokes of the next rider's front tire. He passed her for a moment, without his bike.

Through a straight line of traffic, Kim could see Motor Ed quickly becoming a distant object. Pulling Joss's homemade grapple gun from her pocket, Kim took careful aim. The spike shot straight and true, the rope growing taut just as the grapple punctured the Hatchet's light weight aluminum frame. Taking the grapple gun securely in one hand as she stood up on the bike seat, she gave a wink and a salute to the bikers behind her. Activating her skates, she leapt off the motorcycle to let it tumble behind her. Sparks flew for a moment as her shoes hit pavement and she clenched her teeth in determination, reeling herself in as quickly as the homemade grapple would allow her.

Kim bent her knees slightly, as though water skiing as Motor Ed continued to accelerate through heavy traffic. Cars were blurring past and Kim could almost feel the side mirrors brush past her. With less than a seconds notice, she saw a door open and leapt, taking a layer of paint off of the hood of a car as she bounced off of it, causing a flurry of sparks. "Sorry!" she shouted over her shoulder.

But the driver of the car was already out of ear shot. Kim looked back at her target. She was less than thirty feet away now and as she continued to reel in the cable, it began to fray. When she looked up again, Motor Ed was staring back at her through his helmet. Cocking a sultry eyebrow and flashing a grin, Kim waved. Motor Ed gave a sharp salute and leaned, turning the bike.

Kim looked to see where he was turning. "Uh oh." Motor Ed nearly tilted the Hatchet onto its side as he passed in front of a bright red and blue semi truck coming the opposite direction. Kim released the grapple and crouched, activating the rockets on her shoes. She sprang up and tucked her arms around herself, spinning as she continued forward and between the truck and its trailer.

Motor Ed looked back for a moment to see the grapple gun skitter around before shattering with no more Kim Possible holding on. "Later, Red!" he shouted with a laugh.

Kim landed on the rear of the Hatchet in perfect form and pushed Motor Ed off. He struck the hood of a parked sports car and slid over top to pass through a department store window. Bringing the Hatchet to a stop and spinning it in a one eighty, Kim's rocket skates exhausted their fuel supply. Flipping over the front of the bike in a hand stand, she cautiously approached the broken window. Motor Ed scrambled to his feet and pulled his cracked helmet off. "That was totally heinous, Red! Seriously!" he shouted, charging. "I never even got to trick it out!"

Kim leapt straight up in a split, planting both hands on Motor Ed's head and pushed him into a mail box. "You can always work on license plates." Kim said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Sorry, Red." Motor Ed replied, lifting and tossing the mailbox at her. "Gotta jet with the jet. Seriously!" With split second timing, Kim splayed herself out on the sidewalk as the mailbox flew overhead. Motor Ed was already back on the Hatchet and igniting the engine as Kim rolled to her feet.

Motor Ed laughed as he gunned the throttle, but the Hatchet only spun its rear tire, fish tailing from side to side and causing a plume of smoke before slowly moving backward. Kim looked around to see Joss and Wade on a rearing robotic horse with glowing magnetic hooves, and Ron pulling up in her car with a dozen police cars behind him.

Without a moments hesitation, Ron swept out of the Sloth and ran to Kim, throwing his arms around her. "I'm sorry..." he said, burying his face in her hair.

Kim shook her head. "It's okay, Ron. We're okay..." she smiled, nuzzling her nose against his.

"Aww..." came three voices from Wade, Joss, and Rufus.