Chapter 10: First Chance to Prove

Calm yet upbeat music filled a diner, as the two heroes sat down. Ron looks over the menu, flipping the pages to examine each of the contents. Peeking over the menu, Ron sees that Kim hasn't bothered to even pick up her own.

"Guess you already know what you're getting?" Ron asked.

"I come here sometimes, when it's quiet and just to get away."

"Missions must be tough on you, especially if you're doing it alone."

"Well I'm not always alone, sometimes I get a little backup. My family actually helped out more than once."

Ron set down the menu and folded his hands, having the knuckles rest onto his forehead as he looked down. "Don't you get worried that the whole hero thing could hit close to home?"

"Always. But this isn't something that I…" Kim was interrupted by the waitress. Introducing herself, she took out a pen and paper and asked if they were ready to order.

"I'll just have the usual with iced tea." Kim said.

"I'll just have an egg and cheese breakfast sandwich with hot chocolate." Leaving the waitress to fetch the order. Ron looked back at Kim.

"I'm just eating light, that's all."

"If you wanted to order more, I wouldn't hold it against you." Kim said.

"Yeah, well I'll hold you up to that for next time." A time of sarcasm became apparent, with a smug smile placed on his face.

She slightly chuckled. "Ok… next time." She blew a strand of her hair back. "So uhh… thanks again for helping me with those guys. You made it less of a hassle."

"Anytime. Got to be honest, it was pretty awesome."

"You did pretty good out there, have you ever thought about doing something like this?"

Ron placed a finger on his chin. 'What is it that she's expected to hear?' He thinks. 'If I say I'm already doing it, it places me right on the spot, not literally but still. She's not stupid, I'm pretty sure I already compromised myself by helping fight those goons. If I say no, that indicates denial, that I've got something to hide… saying yes isn't good either. But let's see what she has to say.' With his thoughts coming to a conclusion, he spoke.

"What exactly do you have in mind?" Ron asks.

It was Kim's turn to think. 'He's got talent for this type of thing, fighting like that doesn't go unnoticed. Maybe I should keep a close eye on him. He could be a great asset to GJ.'

"This place I work for always has room for new recruits, maybe that's something to check out."

He smiled. "Well, I guess I've found a line of work… if I really want to do it though." Ron didn't want to let on his comfort in battle, similar to revealing a personality trait negative to other people's eyes. It doesn't end well.

After that, the waitress brought the both of them their respected orders. Thanking and smiling at her as they dug in.

"Well it's something to think about, y'know I actually thought that one of our classmates could be a big help in that."

Ron arched his eyebrow. "Really? Who?"

"His name is Felix and he's actually good with technology." Kim said, oblivious as to what she just did.

Ron was aware of an individual figuring out his identity and some of the clues that he ascertained was an experience in technology and knowledge and accessibility to the school grounds. Felix fit both of those criteria.

"So what happened? I mean did you say yes or no?" Ron asks.

"I mean, I already have someone who can do that stuff for me. I let him down easy, y'know without being a jerk about it. If he became some of the other agents tech expert, it'll drive him nuts. Trust me, I work with them."

'Felix was rejected to help out Kim, he finds a different vigilante and wants to help me with what I'm doing. He talked to me about Kim being diverted to a mission, keep her away from the real deal as I took care of it. If it really is Felix, then he's got talent for this sort of thing. Kim's been doing well so far with her hacker friend and the more the merrier.'

Time has passed with Kim and Ron finishing their meals. As Ron was about to take out his wallet, Kim stopped him. "Hey, don't worry about it, I roped you into this, it's only fair that I got this."

"Really?" Ron says.

"Yeah, it's ok. I don't mind." The redhead sweetly answers.

"Could I at least leave a tip for the waitress."

"Sure, if you want to." That's what Ron did at the least. Even after, as they left the diner a signature ring came from the redheads pocket.

She pointed her thumb away from him. "Sorry, I-I gotta take this." She says as she rushed away from him.

"Yeah sure, no problem." Ron went the opposite direction. Obviously he now has a prime suspect onto who knows his identity. Maybe he should pay him a visit. After Kim left to converse with her tech expert, Ron felt a vibrate in his pocket. It was the phone that his 'mystery' contact left him.

'Party tonight, formal, masquerade. Invitation's are needed. Target: Jack Hench.'

It vibrated again, this time showing the address. Showing up as the vigilante would compromise the mission, his only option is to show up as himself. With that matter resolved, Kim returns in a hurry.

"Sorry, I have to go, there's something I need to do."

"What? Like 'save the world' related?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, it's no big." She warmly chuckles. "So, I'll see you soon." She left the diner, leaving the blonde boy by himself.

"Yes… very soon." He then placed a tip upon the table. He left the diner afterwards, but not before pulling out his phone and rereading the message sent to him.

'An address in Upperton, not surprisingly that a snake like him lives there. Shouldn't be too much of a problem to head in. Steal a guy's invitation, go in, kill him and get out. But I can't go in with my swords and my vigilante outfit. Gotta do it the old fashioned way. Plus, it is a masquerade, so they'll have a full face mask. I wonder, why a masquerade?' That question will have to be answered later, but first things first… where can he get a suit?

Meanwhile:

The Director of Global Justice had a lot on her hands, with three of her agents temporarily out of commission because of a single vigilante, much stress has sowed itself onto her body. Even so, rumors were around claiming that same vigilante had fought Kim Possible and got the better of her.

Looking at the dossier containing reports about the vigilante, she didn't see anything that could narrow her search further. "Why didn't you kill them?" She muttered. Not that she wanted her agents dead, but if he was a killer like several witnesses such as Hoodie claimed, wouldn't it make sense if he did? This guy is hunting criminals, that was the woman's conclusion.

With Will Du on surveillance, watching over Hoodie and Kim Possible already fresh off of a mission. There was another conflict of interest that can be seen. Taking a sip of coffee, she sees a formal gathering of benefactors from a man of interest; Jack Hench. Resting her cheek on her hand, she sighed. 'Tonight, I'll get what I need from him. The case will be over with and I can deal with other matters.' Her attire already prepared, she got up from her desk while reaching for something necessary: a forged invite. Going in as Dr. Betty Director will definitely raise some heads, so a false I.D, a good disguise with the forged invitation should be enough.

Time passed as Ron went to a stakeout at Hench's estate. A look into the binoculars and he can see a lot of men outside, obviously guarding the place. "It won't be easy, I fight my way through, I'll set off an alarm." He said to no one in particular but himself.

He felt the vibrations in his pocket again. He takes out the phone and answers it.

"I take it you're enjoying the view?"

"Better in person than on a computer screen, believe it or not." Ron discreetly taunted him.

"Check your phone, you'll want to see it from there." An image popped up to have a birds eye view of the estate, the image moved to the right to look at the front door. Ron looked up into the sky with the binoculars and saw a drone, quietly chuckling at the predicament.

"It won't be easy breaking in yet. I don't suppose you have a suit and an invite?"

"A suit, yes? An invite… no." Ron's original plan was to break in quietly. How to go about it was the question.

"Hold on, I… see a car and one guy's inside. Young, blonde, fits your bill, you can take his."

Sighing, he went to agree with him. "And this is your idea of a plan…" he muttered. He jumps from the roof and onto a ledge, where he quickly pounces onto the ground, hiding in the vegetation leading to the vehicle. Seeing the guy, he steps out of the car. Pulling something from his pockets, he obtained a lighter and a pack of smokes.

"Why is this too easy?" Before the man could light it, Ron placed his arms around his neck and squeezed. The blonde boy tried to claw his way off of the ninja's grip as his eyes were slowly kidding shut, depriving himself of consciousness. The last thing he did before he faded, was reaching out to the sky, in a vain attempt to escape.

"It's ok, just shut up. Go to sleep." Taking the man's suit jacket, he feels for whatever he could use. To his luck, a cell phone, and an invitation. He moves forth to the passenger side of the car and sees a masquerade mask just sitting there. Quickly placing it on, he heads back to his latest victim, stripping him from his suit jacket, vest and dress shirt. To his fortune, he wore a plain white t shirt underneath. Using the clothing, following several materials, Ron tied the guy up and left him in the trunk.

"I got it, looks like the party's starting. Don't want to be late am I right?" He says to his contact, obviously via earpiece.

"Of course, let me know how it goes." The contact said.

"I'll be sure to tell you all about it…" Ron's mouth made a smirk. "Felix Renton." Then he hangs up. Arriving he sees two guards, one man had stuck his hand out.

"Invitation, sir."

"Of course." He handed the man a slip of paper. If something goes awry, there's plan B: slaughter the both of them and head in.

The other man opened the door for him. "Enjoy your evening."

Ron smiled at the guards. "I intend to, thank you." As he went in his smile faded not that it mattered since the mask covered his face. He looked at the inside and it showed quite the elegance. People wearing silver or golden masks. If Hench is participating in this, the last I want him wearing is a mask.' He sees a bar with a woman tending to it, cleaning out a glass and witnesses a woman already walking towards the bar, a brunette with long hair.

'Must be a wig'. He thought. Pacing his way toward the bar, he wanted to reach into his pocket and pay for the lady's drink and his own if need be. But maybe he didn't need to, maybe the service was complementary.

He took a seat next to the lady, looking at the bartender who smiled at his arrival.

"Hey, what can I get for you?" She asked. Her painted red fingernails shown, the bartender leans to face him.

"Surprise me, and a little something too for the lady." The brunette soared Ron a passing glance.

"You just met me and already you're treating me to a drink?" She questions, smiling at his bold advance.

Ron just shrugged his shoulders. "Why not?"

She turns towards him and crosses her legs. Seeing the silky and smooth feature on her body can captivate a man's lustful desires. "Mind if I ask what brought you here? See I'm here for business, but I'm not sure if I'm also here for pleasure."

"Well, I'm here for both." A pause went between the two, until Betty silenced it.

"You mix business with pleasure? Quite a scandalous and dangerous affair." She smiles at Ron.

"It is… but I like to take risks. Heh, even if I'm on business, I find talking to you to be a pleasure."

"Don't flatter yourself." She leans towards him.

"Here you are you two." The bartender intervenes. She gave a coy smile towards Ron and looked at Betty.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I… take you for a dance." Ron stretches his hand out, to which Betty paused for a moment, but accepted nevertheless. Standing up to meet his gaze she lead the way.

"I'd be delighted." As they made their way to the dance floor, their bodies became in close proximity.

"I don't believe I introduced myself properly, I am Beatrice." Of course Betty wouldn't use her real name, this is uncharted territory. The people around her could be the enemy, this potential suitor could be the enemy. Ron had the same thought, so there was one name that came to mind then.

"Well Beatrice…" Ron twirled her around and then brought her back close. "…my name is Dean."

"So tell me Dean, is there something you like to do outside of business?" What could Ron say… 'I like to be a vigilante and kill criminals?'

"I'm an outdoors type, honestly it doesn't matter, I just like to do things that keeps occupied." That is what came to be of Ron's answer.

"Well that's interesting. Have you ever tried something that excites you?" Dean (Ron) prepared Beatrice (Betty) for the dip, which was executed perfectly.

"Anything to get the blood pumping."

"As much as I would want to dance with you a little more, I would have to bid you adieu my dear." Slowly they pulled away from each other.

Looking away from the woman, Ron's mind was plagued with the identity of the woman. It was… at least until a voice came from his earpiece. "Try not to be fooled by that. That's the actual director of Global Justice."

Looking back in the direction of where the woman fled, she seemed to have disappeared. "About time you talked to me without a voice modulator." He mumbles, avoiding any attention that could be drawn to the crowd.

"Let's just focus on the mission, then I'll tell you everything. I have control over the cameras around here, ok you want a weapon head to the kitchen, I'll place the camera on a loop for a bit."

"Ok Wheels. Let's do this." Going inside, he quickly grabbed two utility knives from the table it rested on. Tucking it in his suit jacket, he slips into the crowd.

"Ron, looks like something's important going in the basement, looks like a trade-off."

"Of what?"

"There's a suitcase and… documents? Hench must be dealing with something, question is what?" Felix paid attention to the movements of the guards. They're waiting for someone, a buyer maybe? No… it had to be something else.

"I'll see what I can do." Walking his way, he heads outside to see two guards blocking his path.

"Sorry sir, this is a restricted area."

"Sorry about that, I was just getting some air." Before Ron could turn around, a sound of banging was heard.

'Wait a minute… was that…' Ron's mind tried to capture the scenario, it was a fight, but who? The guards looked back and then looked at the teenage boy.

"Sir we're gonna need you to come with us." One guard forcefully grabbed his wrist.

"Wait hold on… what's going on! Let go of me, let…" Ron 'pleaded' but instead he took out a knife and proceeded to slice the man's throat, then spins around to stab the second guy in the throat. "Can't we all be civilized? Obviously not." He then hid the bodies in the garden. Wiping the blood from the knife with the guards clothing. Knowing he's trespassing, he rushes to the back of the estate, only stopping until he saw a small window overlooking the basement.

From that, he saw unconscious guards beaten, the documents were taken and he saw glimpse of a woman walking away from the scene. "The director of GJ or Beatrice, or whoever she is."

There isn't much time, not until the bodies are found or the guards regain consciousness. If Ron's going to kill him now, it be best for him to get a move on. Looking up, there's a balcony, enough for him to reach. "Climbing in a suit, this tanks." Reaching the ledge he takes cover behind the door, seeing a guard walking outside.

'He's gonna turn around, when he does, I got him.' Ron waited for that moment, it wasn't too long at least, but when the guard saw him, Ron grabbed him by his shirt, stabbed his throat and threw him off the balcony. Turning around, he took out his second knife. Walking back inside the estate, he sees an empty room.

"Hey, it looks like Hench is coming your way." Two other guys are accompanying him, be ready." Felix said. It caused Ron to take the advantage to hide.

"C'mon you son of a bitch, I'm waiting right here." He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. The door creaks open to see the individuals of interest. He leaped from his hiding place and landed on top of Jack, he stabs one guy in the temple of his head. Another guy was about to punch Ron but he ducked and grabbed the attacking hand, stabbing it twice before slicing his neck. Ron went to the third guy, he crouched down, cutting the guard at his waist and stabbing him in the back twice, moves himself in front of the guard in pain and snaps his neck. Before Ron could do anything else, he get his body slam onto a bookshelf, he looked to see Jack Hench fighting back, Ron felt himself thrown onto the desk and his airways were constricted by two hands grabbing his throat. Seeing a whiskey bottle, Ron reaches for it and smashes it on Hench's face.

Jack staggered away from him, loosening the grip on his throat. Ron grabs him and slams him to the desk, punches him in the gut several times before dragging him to the ground. Even so, Hench used whatever remained of his strength to slam them onto the door, where the hinges broke and crashed onto the floor. The clamors of the partygoers became existent in their ears

Ron and Jack got back up, with the villain pressing him onto the banister of the stairwell. Seeing Jack taking out a pocket knife, Ron knees him in the stomach and disarms the knife, taking it for himself and stab him in the shoulder. Causing him to scream.

"What do you want from me?" He snarls in agony. Is this how he's going to die. Ron didn't bother to even answer him as he threw the man off of the ledge and sent him crashing to the table below, his body sliding off of the broken furniture and onto the ground.

With the people screaming and fleeing the scene, Ron took that as his cue to leave. Looking back, the blonde boy saw the director of GJ, however she hasn't looked to his direction yet. Looking at the broken desk where his and Hench's body were individually slammed, he sees a file with several papers scattered about. He takes the files and escapes by the balcony, walking away from the crime scene.

"His death should scramble any of his henchmen 'services' to his clients. IF he's dead." He muttered. Then he realized that Felix was still in the call.

"Police and paramedics are on their way, if anything, you got about ten, fifteen minutes to get outta there. How'd it go?"

"Hench is down, the director got away with the documents and I think I might have something that looks interesting." From the corner of his eye he sees the drone that Felix piloted.

"You got dirt on him." He said in a matter of fact statement.

"I'm going through this tonight, I'll let you know what I find tomorrow morning." Ron said.

"Wait… you mean… you mean that…" Felix eyes lit with excitement, with hope.

"Welcome aboard." A slight smile appeared on Ron's face. Felix was cheering at this decision, praising himself for being capable of this.