Ch 8

"Kimmie, I think you are overreacting a bit." Came Mrs. Possible's response. "How am I overreacting mom?! He killed someone." "I know honey, and that's exactly what I mean." Kim's face looked perplexed. "Alright Kim you know how on your missions you encounter villains and their henchmen?" "Yea mom I mean it's no big, they aren't a challenge." "Right, well even if they were you don't kill people correct?" Kim's face was horrified, "Mom! Why would you even ask something like that? Of course not, I could never do something like that!" "And there is my point Kimmie, this man whoever he is, he HAS killed people, and from what you've told me he seemed to do it with ease." "It happened so fast mom…" Kim trailed off. "I was dealing with the other goon when I heard this horrible noise, and I turn around and this guy has a knife in his neck, there's blood everywhere, it was so gross." Her temper began to flare thinking of how inconsiderate the man was. "And then he just wanted to leave like he didn't even care that he just stabbed someone." "All the more reason to let the police handle this person." "No way." Kim said determidly, "Besides, I have his last name, I'll find him."

"Wait, so you're saying there is nothing on this guy?" Kim said exasperatedly. "Sorry Kim but it's like this guy doesn't exist. I cross referenced the name you gave me, and I've got a huge list to comb through." "Try running the last name in some military databases, no way he got his moves from watching action movies." "Good idea Kim." There was the sound of fast typing on the screen. "Ok that narrowed the list down a bit but still I'm going to need more info." "Hmm I think I'll go ask around town."

"So why are we going to the club that had the shootout again?" asked Ron as the teens exited the car. "Because Ron we need more info on this guy." Kim was never one for hardcore partying but she could defiantly see the appeal the club had. "Sorry kids but the club is closed for remodeling." Said a voice. "Oh we aren't here to party, we actually have a few questions to ask." The man chuckled, "What is there to ask? Matt screwed with the wrong guy and now he's paying for it." "So is Matt who this guy is after?" asked Kim. "Yea, my younger brother, always was reckless." He held out his hand, "Ben Alrich." "Kim Possible." She shook the man's hand. "And I'm Ron Stoppable." "Pleasure meeting you both." "So Ben, can you tells us more about this Locke guy?" "Well firstly, he's not normally like this." "What do you mean?" "I mean, he used to work for my dad and yea he did some stuff, but he's a good guy." "Good? He killed someone!" "Yea because Matt put a bounty on his head, like what was he supposed to do?" For the first time Kim decided to try and see things from his perspective. "So why is he going after your brother?" "Because he stole his vintage car, and he put his cat in the hospital." "Wow, i-I didn't know.." "Honestly, I was surprised he still had it. It's been a while so I figured he would be a bit rusty." "Guess not." Came the reply.

Dave was driving back through Upperton when he came to a red light. Stopping he noticed a car pull up behind him. The light changed and he began to cross the intersection when the car rammed him from behind. He was pushed into the middle of the intersection where he was t boned by another car. Spinning the wheel he tired to 180 the car. Putting it in gear he sped off. Weaving in and out of traffic he tried to lose his pursuers, but he couldn't. approaching another intersection, he had to skid around the corner to avoid getting rammed from the side. He was spun out and hit a fire hydrant at the next intersection. "Uggh." He groaned. Reaching back into the back seat he unzipped the bag he had. Car doors slammed which meant the occupants were coming to see if he was still alive. Stepping out he opened fire, killing two people. He ducked behind his car door for cover. Damn! Guess people really want that money. He heard sirens approaching. Police vehicles pulled up and the attackers tried to retreat. "Freeze! Don't move! Drop your weapons on the ground now!" came the police commands. David saw his chance and sprinted for the subway terminal. "Hey you stop!" he bolted down the stairs until he came to a lobby. He wiped the blood trickling down his face out of his peripheral vision. Seeing some suspicious looking men, he turned and headed a different direction. Seeing a train approaching he waited, checking behind him every few seconds. When the train stopped, he boarded and immediately tried to blend in with the passengers. The doors closed and the train began to move. "Nice suit." He turned to see the two men from earlier. "Maybe we can bury you in it." "You are more than welcome to try."