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Shikabane Hime originally owned by Gagan Comics, anime by Feel and Gainax.

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1

God smiles on fools and children. Ron Stoppable graduated with a gentleman's C less than a season ago. "one half plus another gives a single whole."...in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Ron turned at a right angle from his stomp, directly toward the three gun wielding mercenaries. Team Impossible formed a firing line simply by bringing their pistols in alignment. Due to the very nature of the Bermuda Triangle nightclub, he was only two table lengths away from the enemy if he went straight toward the business ends of their weapons.

Ron could feel the hot, insistent steel rounds breeze around him. He dropped from a desperate run to a hail-mary roll, allowing three more rounds to sail overhead. The first foot that touched the ground pushed his body directly into a table, bringing him out of the line of fire. Leaning as one, the men turned their weapons on the next route of approach - the other side of the table. But even as they moved their weapons across the table spun. Ron had ended up colliding directly with the table and spinning off it, putting him right back on his old path only a step further.

Team Impossible yanked their weapons from a side aim to a full frontal just too close to Ron. The Ultimate Monkey Master stood on one leg deflecting Crash' pistol with the front of his right ankle; Dash' with an under handed, knife-edge block; and pushing Burn's away with his left. He kicked out with his right leg, and his resulting splits let Burn's shot go over his head. Kicking Dash' shot into Crash's pistol with his left saved his life again as Burn's round hit the floor an inch away from his thigh. Bringing his left foot to the floor connected with the inside of Burn's right knee sending his whole stance (and much more importantly, his line of fire) far to the grounded Ron's left. Ron pulled the surprised Crash off balance with his right foot. Using the momentum of sending his lower body in an arc to his left, Ron's legs passed over his chest while Dash's shot embedded in the floor that should have been under the him. The movement rolled Ron around and then up and under Dash' arm with a force that not only pulled Ron to his feet, but shoved his back into Dash crashing him into a table.

To Ron's right, Burn swung around bodily and fired: a subtle lean forward allowed the bullet to pass behind him. Pulling himself up, Crash shoved a bullet toward Ron: a subtle lean backward and the bullet sailed under his left arm. Popping up from the table, Dash entire arm came over Ron's shoulder: his shot barely registered as a puff of smoke in Ron's vision.

The ex-running back was still hard at work. He wished he paid more attention in Gun Safety because he surely would have remembered how many rounds the men had left if he had. A more distant piece wished he remembered actually taking Gun Safety, or even if such a class was offered at Middleton High.

Ron was a blur as his right arm came over Dash' toward his own head then latched out and fully controlled the mercenary's right, gun wielding, arm. He ducked while reaching out and grabbing a hold of Crash' gun's slide. Dash rolled over Ron's back into Burn's line of fire while Crash was pulled toward Ron by his grip on his pistol. Even though Ron's hand was flat, his right arm came up in an uppercut motion. Crash gun was pulled out of his hand and flew from the fight as he was sent above Ron's head only to land on his back on top of Burn. Ron stepped to Dash on his right foot and punted him with his left, rolling the man onto the heap. Ron leaped up into the open space of the night club, coming down not on his feet or even knees but fists first into the pile of mecenaries.

Señor Senior Sr. could scarcely believe his eyes. The prophecy of unseen adventure rang true. His savior from his boredom delivered a true miracle for him to witness. "It is like watching some sort of simian warrior god.", the elderly man sputtered out.

Yori replied with the only English she could communicate her sentiment through: "Amen."

Dash bent his right arm at the elbow, hoping to shoot the opponent pounding on his chest. Ron shoved off, rolled in mid air over the shot and came down pressing the hot pistol to Dash with his left knee. Ron pulled the left half of Dash body into the gun's line of fire by pulling the wrist of the left handed punch the man attacked him with across his body. Ron lifted his right knee, stabbed Dash' solar plexus with the tip of his right fingers, punched with his knuckles, pounded with the full fist then hammered with the raised knee. Still pulling Dash' left arm with his own left, Ron tore the man off the pile and onto the floor. As Crash tried to stand, Ron's elbow came sailing downward and the combined force to the top of the man's head concussed him unconscious.

Ron stepped forward and kicked Dash's gun away with his left foot as the man lay prone before him. Burn heaved Crash's dead weight off of him and stood. Ron leaned back to press the back of his right shoulder into the right side of Burn's back. When the man whipped around, Ron used the added force to kick around with his right foot over Dash' attempt to roll away. When Burn faced Ron, he pulled back with his right to launch a knockout punch at point blank range. It never connected as Ron's right foot nearly broke his neck when it cracked against his temple.

Burn fell unconscious and uncontrolled to the floor. Ron fell but seem to slide like a marmaset sliding from a tree. He rolled on his back, over his side and landed squatting in front of Dash.

Dash exclaimed in bewilderment. "You said your mastery of monkey kung fu came and went!"

"Looks like it brought the whole parade today.", Ron told him. "Now you've got two choices. You can see that both your guys are still alive to go make new theme songs when they wake up. You can understand that I'm talking to you and not laughing like a maniac in victory. That'll hopefully let you know that I'm not the badguy here. Maybe the bad guy is the mad scientist and his Girl Friday the 13th that tried to take over the world a couple dozen times.

"Or you can ignore the fact that you're still alive. You can still pretend that I haven't caused anyone's death, ever. And because I'm not the murderer you want me to be, your life doesn't depend on the answer to that question."

Dash shook his head in wonderment. "If you're innocent, then why'd you resist arrest? Why not just turn yourself in?"

Ron frowned. "Hey, Senior! You remember that piece of the action I promised you. Special delivery."

Ron pulled the mercenary to his feet and into an out of control run toward Señor Senior Sr. The elderly man pushed against the floor with his left hand and stabbed out with his cane, catching Dash just underneath the sternum. The elderly man drove his legs hard and stabbed the cane into the mercenary's throat. As Dash hunched over gagging, a fully standing Señor Senior Sr. lifted both his hands above his head and brought them down like a conductor, smashing the length of his cane against the back of the man's head.

Ron, Yori and Señor Senior at the dropped Global Justice Hoverjet's remote. The laid out Team Impossible was obvious. Every newly awoken patron of last night's festivities desperately searched for something else to be interested in. The decision to make a clean getaway was a fairly easy one.

2

A rather short Global Justice agent walked out into the hallway with S.W.A.T armor and an assault rifle. She ran into Agent Will Du and his armed escort. Agent Du regarded the woman. "Report."

"Ms. Possible is loose in the base.", the agent said in strangely deep, even forced voice. "I thought I'd armor up. Heard she's got a better record than any agent we've got."

Will frowned. "Pilot, escort me to the hoverjet hangar. Men, leave us."

Agent Du walked down the corridor. The other agents looked to the new arrival. She caught up to Will and the others went back the way they came.

"Why are we going to the hangar?", the woman asked, as they made their way to the hangar. "You aren't actually thinking of leaving everyone to face her alone and escaping?"

When they arrived, Will Du replied calmly. "Desertion in face of the enemy, dereliction of duty, misuse of resources and inciting sedition are all serious offences against regulations. I do not believe I have ever given anyone any reason to expect behaviour outside of those rules from me. Even if they felt I was being a real stick in the mud."

"Ms. Possible."

"How did you know?", the Global Justice agent asked in Kim's normal voice.

"Do you mean outside of the ill fitting uniform, suitable for a fully grown woman and not a younger girl?", Will asked. "Or do you mean the fact your uniform is that of an Equipment Maintenance Specialist and not even a commissioned rank let alone actually that of a Pilot? It is really hard to believe since your baritone was surely convincing."

Kim pointed the rifle at him. "Well, now that that's over, give me one of the remote things to a hoverjet and I'll keep my horrible disguises to myself."

"We both know you aren't going to shoot me.", Agent Du told her.

Kim expertly cleared the slide of the rifle. "How's that?"

Will nearly smiled. "Why do you think I openly referred to your 'alter ego' as 'pilot', then dismissed my men? Even if they weren't smart enough to see through your disguise as easily as I, a highly trained Global Justice top agent, could, they are not the meandering clods your side kick is.

"Sorry. Best Friend, Side Kick, Boy Friend of BFSKBF in teen aged vernacular.

"They are either going to report to Dr. Director that I am trying escape by using a pilot to evacuate me in a hoverjet. Dr. Director knows that I, a top agent, am fully certified to fly one. Therefore have no reason to need a pilot. And so whether or not they determined the person I am with is you, your cover is still blown. They will also realize that for you to attempt to keep your disguise you would have to obey my orders and that you would continue to do so as long as it aided your escape attempt. By declaring you a pilot, I communicated to them exactly where to detain you. And by dismissing them, I've sent the knowledge of your exact location to all of our assets."

Kim frowned. "That still doesn't explain why you don't think I won't blow your head off to get out of here, even after you sent a task force after Ron."

"No, but it did stall for time.", the man explained. "In answer to your question: Kimberly, if you were ever going to actually kill anyone you would have taken out Shelia Go in the Diablo incident. Since you did not, I know I am safe.

"Perhaps it would be best if you just tossed the rifle over there?"

Kim clenched her teeth. Clicking the safety on, she turned the rifle away from Du.

Before he could say anything else, she jammed the rifle butt into his throat. As he gagged, she brought the weapon down on the back of his head. Global Justice' top agent sank to the floor.

She then slipped the Kimmunicator from its pocket. "Wade....", she trailed off as she got nothing but a lit, blank screen.

Kim ran to the hangar door. Flipping off the safety, she dumped the clip. Alarms blared, announcing the gun fire. However, the goal was reached-a hole that would let unauthorized signals through Global Justice' shielding.

"Wade!", Kim yelled.

Wade smiled. "Kim, the president/"

"I need you to hack a Global Justice hoverjet. And maybe the hangar door.", she cut him off.

"What? Why?", Wade puzzled.

"Because that two percent that was backing Drakken in the poll was apparently Global Justice.", Kim explained. "Now, please and thank you?"

"That's a tall order.", Wade declared. "Any chance you can get the Kimmunicator on board one?"

Kim nodded and got back to running. A moment later she was on board a hoverjet.

"Okay.", Wade started. "I already set the door lock to the interior so they won't chase after you anytime soon. That should get the hangar door. And now that the Kimmunicator is on board...it should act like a hoverjet remote, issued to all top GJ agents."

Kim hit her center red button on the Kimmunicator and the hoverjet roared to life. She tossed the device in the co-pilot's seat without so much as a "You rock, Wade." and jumped into the pilot's chair.

Only when she was in open sky did she even start paying attention to Wade again.

"I'm sorry, Wade.", Kim apologized. "But I need to get to Ron and fast. No where is safe for him."

"That's what I'm talking about.", Wade told her. "Colonel Dimitri e-mailed me. Upon review of the security footage of Hego's assassination and the coroner's report of Dr. Renton, Team Possible has a presidential pardon for any charges arising from the incidents.

"And as for Drakken, it seems like the Oval Office hates him as much as we do. It was even...um, suggested we go ahead and do something about him."

"Then I need to get Ron back State-side.", Kim declared. "Team Impossible won't be able to do anything once he's back home."

"Maybe you ought to trust him to go it alone. He has gone on missions without you before.", Wade said hesitantly. "I mean, there's only two GJ hoverjets airborne right now and Team Impossible missed their last check-in. Taking into account the one you've got, that says they're nuetralized. And Ron's all Ultimate Master now. On top of that, he's got Yori with him."

Kim nodded. "Yori would do anything to protect him."

"Listen. I can't tell you what Ron's up to over even the Kimmunicator. Or at least not yet. But if Ron doesn't contact you or me today, we'll have to start some serious searching, alright?

"Is there anyone I can catch a ride from after I drop this off anonymously at a military base?"

Wade nodded. "Timothy North's just been begging to get the Ferret Plane in the air."

"What is it with old men and their desire for a last hoorah?", Kim mumbled.

"What?", Wade noted.

Realizing that was a little too close to the secret, Kim shook her head. "Nothing. Tell Mr. North that I'll take him up on the offer. Please and thank you."

3

This going straight sucked! Shego should have just caught up with that Kougon Hime and the sidekick of all people and lit the living until they understood 'green means go'. But Drakken tried turning them into the U.N., like that was ever effective. Now they were at another time share lair with no henchmen, no synthodrones, no destructobots, no nothing.

Now the doorbell (doorbell on a lair, dumbest thing ever) rang. And if it turned out to be a door to door salesman, the whole going straight thing would prevent her from just roasting him alive. Her primary regret in life was listening to her brothers boss her around and never being free: she should be cracking heads, not whining to the U.N.

Shego eventually answered the door. Lo and behold, the sidekick in what Kimmie would call mission gear. Shego blinked, shook her head and blinked again. "I suppose I should thank you for giving me something to beat on, Dumbo.", she declared.

Ron seemed strangely calm. "Is that going to be before or after the meteor hits?", he asked.

Ron jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Shego followed with her gaze and stared into the fireball in the sky, coming directly towards her.

All bravado evaporated. "Ron, you gotta save me. Please, I'll do anything. Don't let it get me again. I'll do anything, I mean anything. Princess doesn't put out does she? I'll freak your big ears off. No, I didn't insult Kimmie, I mean Kim. God, I'm sorry, okay? Just don't let it get me. Please. I didn't mean it, all those years. I'm a grown woman, Ron: I can do whatever you want. I got money-not that you can't get money on your own, you're not a loser or anything else I might've called you-I just have money and I can give it all to you. Please, Ron! Save me. Save me? Please."

Ron pulled a crystal blue ring off and it instantly blinked out of existence leaving a heavy, spiked club in its stead. The boy passed it to the ninja standing next to him. Yori hit a home run that would knock away an SUV straight through Shego's cranium.

"If I could ask, Master Stoppable...", Yori started. "I would very much like to not use this tactic again soon. I understand utilizing every weakness an opponent offers as viable strategy. It is just that confronting a corpse with its death leaves me...how do you say, nauseous."

Ron accepted the weapon from Yori and a transformation later put the ring back on. "I think I understand.", Ron said somberly.

"Will Senior-san be able to escape the hoverjet, Ron-kun?", the shikabane hime asked.

Ron smiled. "Don't count out ol' Triple-S."