"Elbow to the face, kick to the ribs, fist to the nose, wait for the blood...good...heel to the kneecap...then to the groin...tilt up the chin, aaaaaaaaand KABAM!"

The hapless GJ agent who had encountered Faye Morgan in the locker room flew through the air and slammed into a bank of lockers. Faye strode up to the prone form, flexing her fingers.

"Damn, need to pull the punch next time. I just wanted to get your attention." she said, kneeling down, and rifling through the agent's pockets. She pulled out a ring of keys, with a coded key card on the ring. "Oooh, 'Arsenal Officer!' Very nice. Thank you....Alice. Now, lessee here."

Faye stood up and loked the prone agent over. "Looks like we wear the same size. Now where's your locker, Alice?"

Faye scanned the lockers, located the right one, and casually punched a hole through the door, follwed by ripping it off the hinges and tossing it aside. There was a gym bag in the locker. A pair of black gloves and ankle boots were under the bag. Faye unzipped it and pulled out a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. As she did so, a cheap MP3 player with a built-in USB jack clattered on the floor.

Faye picked it up and turned it on. She scrolled through the titles on the miniature display. She grinned. "Oh, this'll scare the shit out of 'em. Thanks, Alice!"

--

Elsewhere in the building, the Possibles, the Stoppables, and Wade were pondering their situation. To be fair, Global Justice had placed them in what was basically a self contained three bedroom apartment. The sleeping arrangements were cramped, but livable. It would have been kind of pleasant, if the door wasn't always locked.

And if Ron didn't keep trying to break it down.

"Son, give it a rest." his father said. "The door isn't going to budge."

Ron slammed a fist into the door. "I channeled the ultimate monkey power when Kim was about to be killed by aliens and now, I can't even get a flicker when she might be getting tortured to death! What the hell good am I?"

"Ronnie, watch your language." his mom replied automatically, putting her hands over Hana's ears. The toddler burbled happily, thinking it was a new game.

Ron stalked over to the couch and sat down heavily, frustration warring with despair on his face. "Where's Wade?"

"In the bedroom with James and the boys." Anne said, coming from the kitchenette. She handed Ron a soda. "Still no luck in decoding the lock."

"Thanks, Dr. P." Ron said, opening the soda and taking a swig. he looked up at Anne, his anger having been replaced with sadness. "Do you think we'll get her back? I mean, for good?"

Anne sighed and sat on the arm of the couch. "Assuming we manage to get out of this? I don't know, Ron. The idea Wade and I had is extremely risky."

"What do you mean?"

"It's complex, but basically...no, let's try this instead. Have you seen the movie Identity?"

"Mom still doesn't let R-rated movies in the house, and Kim--"

"Doesn't really like them." Anne finished, smiling. "I know. In any event, I'm afraid I have to spoil the movie for you in order for you to understand. In Identity, ten people end up at a motel in the middle of nowhere thanks to a blinding rainstorm. As they bunk down, someone starts killing them off one by one."

"Like that Agatha Christie book?" Ron asked.

"Similar. But the twist here is that it turns out that these ten people aren't actually real, and neither is the motel or the storm."

"Say what?"

Anne smiled again before continuing. "The ten people are actually the multiple personalities of a prison inmate who is about to be executed for murder. He's the subject of an experimental psychiatric procedure which puts all his personalities in conflict with each other until only one is left."

"Yeah, but that's a movie." Ron said, "I bet you can't use something like that in real life."

"And you'd be right...if it weren't Kim and Faye we were talking about. Since we know that Faye has her own mind within Kim's head, it means that, if we can induce the right kind of hypnotic state, we could conceivably force Kim and Faye to confront each other."

"Confront? You mean fight?"

"Essentially."

Ron frowned. "To the death?"

Anne's face fell and she looked at the floor. "...yes."

Ron grabbed Anne's shoulders."And you were going to put Kim up against Faye with no backup? No offense, Dr. P, but are you nuts?"

Anne frowned at Ron in such a way that Ron quickly took his hands away. "No, it isn't the ideal situation, Ron. But we know that Faye likes existing and she's not going to give up without a fight. The only ace that we have is that Kim is still in there and we know that she NEVER gives up. Ever."

Anne sighed and leaned against the back of the sofa. "Of course, the hard part is going to get Faye to stay still long enought to induce that hypnotic state."

Ron looked at the floor, processing all this. He looked up at Anne, resolute.

"Don't worry, Dr. P. I'll make sure she stays put." He got up from the couch and barged into the bedroom "Wade, show me what you got so far. We're getting out of this dump!"

--

"Squad B reporting," said the squad leader into his communicator. Behind him, the six members of his squad nervously scanned the corridors surrounding them.

"We're moving into Southwest Sub 3. No sign of target."

"Eyes open, Squad B," Will Du replied, "Agent Newsome was found in the locker room down there. Odds are that she hasn't gone far."

"Copy that, Control." the squad leader let go of the button on the mic, keeping the channel open so Control could monitor the situation. He nodded at the other GJ agents in the squad, who removed the stun rifles they had been issued.

As they moved down the corridor, each agent checked the others that branched off of it, calling out "clear" when they saw nothing. As they moved into the next sector, the squad leader got back on the radio.

"Squad B reporting, moving into Southwest Sub 4. Still no sign of--"

There was a sudden burst of feedback over the radio and the PA speakers in the ceiling. It was quickly replaced with was sounded like a Pink song in progress.

I'm the instigator of underwear

Showing up here and there.

Uh-oh. (oh no.)

I'm always on a mission from the get go. (get go.)

So what if it's only one o'clock in the afternoon?

It's never too soon

To send out all the invitations

To the last night of your lives!

Suddenly, there was a flash of scarlet and the GJ squad found themselves confronted with a whirling dervish of energy as Faye dropped form a ceiling vent and into their midst. Stun rifles were dropped as she quickly and ruthlessly began dislocating limbs and breaking teeth, singing along with the music as she did so.

"Lordy lordy lordy, I can't help it. I like to party. It's genetic. It's electrifying."

Faye grabbed the stun rifle from one dumbfounded agent and turned it on the squad, immobilizing three of them. She then tossed it aside, and threw an elbow directly into the face of the agent sneaking up behind her, blackening his eye. She followed that up with a roundhouse kick that broke his jaw in three places and sent him to the floor.

"Wind me up and watch me go, where she stops, nobody knows. It's a good excuse to be a bad influence on you."

Faye finished the verse by kneeing one of the remaining agents in the groin, grabbed his nose between her first two fingers and twisted sharply, breaking his nose. The agent crumpled to the floor, trying to staunch the massive flow of blood gushing from his nostrils.

Before Faye had a chance to admire her handiwork, the only female agent in the squad threw an arm around her neck, attempting to get the violent sociopath in a headlock. Faye grinned and sunk her teeth into the agent's forearm, drawing blood. The agent relaxed her grip out of reflex, giving Faye the chance to smash one of the agent's kneecaps with her left foot. The agent collapsed on the floor. Faye stood over her, grinned and slowly and deliberately licked the blood from her teeth.

"Yummy," she said, conversationally, "Although, if I were you, I'd get to an OB/GYN pretty damn quick--"

Another agent charged Faye, only to be grabbed by the throat and casually tossed into the far wall. He slumped to the floor, unconscious. Faye rolled her eyes and turned back tot he female agent.

"As I was saying," she continued, "it tastes like you're about three weeks along. Might want to see what sort of maternity program GJ offers."

She turned back to the only agent still standing, the squad leader, who had pulled out his sidearm and was holding it. The gun didn't shake but Faye noticed the extra tension in the squad leader's shoulder.

"Oh put it away, will you?" she said, grabbing the gun and easily disarming him. "God, you guys suck. I'll never understand why Kimmie considered hooking up with you once she got out of college. Oh well."

Her fist flashed out and made contact with the squad leader's jaw, knocking him out instantly. As he hit the floor, Faye noticed a palm pilot-like device on his belt. She reached down and picked it up, thumbing the screen. It lit up, asking for a thumb scan. Faye grabbed the leader's thumb and pressed it against the screen. The screen switched to a minature desktop. Faye thumbed through a few screens until she found the prisoner roster.

She smiled, made sure the device wasn't goihng to kick her out, and pocketed it, singing again as she walked away.

"I'm off to see the doctor. I hope she has a cure. She wants to make me better. What does that even mean? We don't know!"

--

Will Du strode down the holding cell corridor, two Global Justice agents flanking him. He was speaking into a bluetooth headset lodged in his ear.

"ICAD One is clear? Good. Judging from what we heard on Squad B's radios, Morgan's heading for Dr. Director. I'm heading there now to move her to a new location. Keep the squads moving and for God's sake, tell them to be more careful than Squad B was. Du out."

He stopped in front of one cell and swiped his ID in the card reader by the door. The red light above the door turned green and the door hissed open. Inside, Dr. Director was lying on the bunk, her good arm behind her head.

"Dr. Director, we need to move you." Du said respectfully.

"Bit off more than you could chew, have you?" Director said, not moving. "Where's ICAD One?"

"He's already relocated."

"Figures. I never liked the rat bastard, did you know that?"

"I think we all knew that, Dr. Director." Du answered. Director sat up on the bunk, taking care not to bump her casted arm.

"Morgan's loose, isn't she?' Director gave an evil little grin. "Morgan's loose and she's ripping through the ranks."

"She hasn't killed anyone."

"Not yet." Director responded. "If Morgan's loose, that means either your torture plans backfired spectacularly or she finally overpowered Kimberly. In the first case, you have a slim chance Kimberly could return. In the other, Morgan can now operate without any sort of restriction. In either case, Agent Du...well, to be brutally honest about it, you're fucked."

Du's frown deepened. "I can understand you aren't happy with me, but Morgan is headed here, and she's not after me. She's after you, and as such, we need to make sure you're safe."

"Oh, she doesn't have to worry about me." came a new voice.

Du whirled around and Director got to her feet. Faye Morgan stood in the doorway, leaning up with one hand on the door frame. Behind her, the two GJ agents on guard were lying tangled on the floor. She smiled brightly, violet eyes glittering in the light.

"You, on the other hand, Willy, are in BIIIIIIIIG trouble." she finished. Du quickly pressed a button to his GJ Stopwatch. The taser cup flew out of the watch and towards Faye. There was a flash of movement and, amazingly, Faye was holding the cable, past the suction cup.

"Bad move, Willy." Faye yannked ont he cable roughly. Will, not prepared for her disproportionate strength, was pulled off his feet. As he approached Faye, she whirled around and caught him with a roundhouseto the face. No sooner had Du hit the floor, than Directer darted forward with a strike from her good arm. Faye quickly blocked, causing Director to counter with a kick to Faye's ribs. Faye grunted from the impact but smiled.

"Sneaky. I like that." She responded with a flurry of punches that Director expertly dodged and blocked with her good arm. Faye grinned again.

"No wonder Kimmie looked up to you. Even with one arm, you still could kick somebody's ass."

"I'm sure if it weren't you, I'd feel flattered." Director responded with another punch. "You're no slouch yourself."

Faye grinned again as she blocked it. "Too bad I have to end it." Her other arm flashed out, grabbed Director's cast and twisted, breaking the cast and the arm inside it. Director screamed in agony and fell to the floor, nursing her arm. Faye looked down at her.

"Sorry about that, but look on the bright side, Kimmie asked me to rescue you. It's easier if you aren't trying to take me down at the same time."

"Then I'll do it!" Du said as he threw an arm around Faye's neck. Faye snarled and twisted. Du wasn't sure how it happened, but somehow Faye managed to break his grip, shatter one kneecap and get him in the exact same headlock, with the exception that Faye was increasing the pressure and cutting off his oxygen.

"You sell out your boss, you torture one of your best allies, and you try to sneak up on me. You have got to be one of the dumbest human beings I've ever met. Admittedly, that's not saying much, since it's only been three months."

Du struggled to escape, causing Faye to tighten her grip. His face turned red as his air was cut off.

"Ah ah ah," Faye chided. "You know, Willy, I can understand why you sold everybody out. I don't like it, but I can understand it. You're a guy in an untenable positon. Loyal to the job and the ideals, right?"

Du struggled some more, and Faye loosened her grip just enough to let him gasp for air before tightening her grip again. Du tried to pry her arm away from his neck but Faye's arm proved immobile.

"Pay attention, will you?" Faye said, annoyed. "But then you chose to be loyal to the rules. The procedure. So, I'm pretty sure if I asked you why you did it, you'd say 'I was only following orders.' Am I right?"

Du groaned in response.

"I thought so. And honestly, I really don't get a lot of pleasure out of killing guys who are just doing their jobs." Faye glanced over at Dr. Director, who looked back, frowned and shook her head. Faye's grin turned satanic and she looked down at Du.

The Global Justice agent's eyes widened and he made one last struggle just before Faye twisted his head and snapped his neck. She dropped Du's lifeless body to the floor and looked at Dr. Director.

"But I get enough." she finished. Her expression hardened and she stormed into the cell, jerked Dr. Director to her feet and shoved her forward.

"Let's go, Betty, and don't do anything heroic or, promise or no promise, you're gonna be put in the category of Regretful Casualties."

Faye put pressure on the damaged arm and propelled Director out of the holding area.

--

"So," Ron said, "is this going to work?"

"Please." Jim replied.

"It's us." Tim finished.

"Boys, I've told you before, while anything's possible for a Possible, it's not polite to brag," James chided from behind Ron. He grinned. "At least not until AFTER you've been proven right."

"Wade?" Ron asked. "Is this going to work?"

Wade and the Tweebs had pried the security keypad by the door off and had wired in a strange device composed of tinfoil, lamp cord, electronics stolen from the television, several pieces of silverware, and the keypad itself. The imprisoned families had gathered around to witness the preteen geniuses in action.

"It should." Wade answered. "It'd be a lot faster if we had the Kimmunicator, but this should do in a pinch. The keypad is wired in such a way so that, once Jim makes the final connection, it'll run as many number combinations as it can through the system. Once we have a match, the door should open. Simple."

"I hope so," Mr. Stoppable said. "But that's one hell of a lot of numbers to run. It could take days."

"Language!" Mrs. Stoppable snapped, covering Hana's ears again.

"Sorry, dear."

"Anyway," Wade said, dragging the topic back to the device. "If all goes well, we should be out of here in a matter of minutes. Ready, Jim?"

Jim gave a thumbs up. "Ready!"

"Hit it."

Jim connected up the final wire. No sooner had he done so, than the light on the door frame switched from red to green and the latch clicked audibly. The group looked up at the door in surprise.

"That's...fast." Ron said. Wade frowned.

"It shouldn't have been." he replied.

The door flew open, revealing Faye and Dr. Director. "It wasn't." Faye said simply, before striding into the room. The parent sin the room protectively grabbed their children. Ron shook his dad's hand off his shoulder.

"What are you doing here?" he demanded. Faye frowned.

"Didn't I warn you about taking that tone with me?" she said. "And ihn answer to your question, I'm saving your collective asses."

"Lang--" Mrs. Stoppable began,but snapped her mouth shut when Faye turned her gaze on her. Faye turned her attention back to Ron.

"So, let's get everybody rounded up and out of this hellhole, huh?"

"We're not going anywhere with you." Anne said firmly. "We will go with Kim."

"Not possible...in every sense of the word." Faye answered. "Don't argue with me."

"Don't." said. "She's not lying."

"What do you mean? What happened to Kim?" James demanded. Faye frowned and walked towards the Possibles, ping ponging her gaze between them, her voice rising with each sentence.

"Let me make this simple for you. Your daughter is DEAD, Dr. Possible. She turned control over to me, Dr. Possible. She will not be coming back, Dr. Possible. I'm your only chance of getting out of here alive, Dr. Possible! Is that CLEAR, DOCTOR POSSIBLE?!"

Anne smacked Faye across the face hard enough to turn her head.

Faye paused and held up one finger. "You're upset at the news. It's a shock. So I'll let that slide," She turned her head back to face Anne. "But you touch me again, and one of your precious little Tweebs are going to pay the price."

"Don't threaten me." Anne said, holding Faye's gaze. "You may be nothing like her, but that's still my daughter's body you're running around in."

"I don't make threats. Do I, Betty?" Faye called over her shoulder. Director looke dup from where she was slumped against the door, holding her broken arm.

"She killed Will Du," she stated quietly. As the news sunk in, a siren started sounding and red lights began flashing.

"Well," Faye said, "looks like we have to table this discussion until later. MOVE IT!"

The group quickly filed out of the room, Dr. Director leading, Ron bringing up the rear, with Anne pausing just long enough to give Faye another dirty look, which was ignored.

Ron paused at the door. "We're not done, lady."

"Wouldn't have it any other way, sport." Faye replied. She shoved Ron out the door and they followed the rest of the group down the hallway.

--

With Will out of the picture, and ICAD One incommunicado, the GJ forces were in disarray,making the rest of the escape surprisingly smooth. After "consulting" with Dr. Director, Faye led the group to the roof of the building where there was a wating helicopter.

"I'm not going to be able to fly it. Not with this arm." Director said, as they reached the roof access.

"Not a problem," Faye said. "'Daddy' can fly it. He took lessons last summer. Can't you, Jimmy?"

"Don't call me Jimmy, young lady." James replied. He turned to Dr. Director. "But she's right. I mean, it was a smaller helicopter, but the principle should be the same, right?"

"I'll coach you." Director sighed.

"Glad that's settled." Faye opened the door to the roof. A huge gust of wind almost blew it closed. She forced it open and motioned the group through. Ron and Dr. Director were the last throguh. As Ron helped the former GJ commander, he felt a weight pressed into his hand. He glanced down and his eyes widened as he saw the knockout dart Director had passed to him.

"I grabbed it when she wasn't looking. Take her out as soon as you can." Director whispered. Ron nodded in reply and put the dart in his pocket.

The wind picked up out on the roof proper. In the distance, dark menacing clouds were visible in the night sky, illuminated by flashes of lightning.

"Better get loaded quick, kids." Faye said. "That storm's gonna play hell if it gets here before we take off."

The desire for freedom overriding the desire to get away form Faye, the Possibles and the Stoppables began loading the helicopter. Wade followed them and Ron stopped in front of Faye before he boarded.

"What next?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Faye said, looking at the roof access in case any GJ agents happened to get antsy."What do you mean what next?"

"After we get out of here. What happens then?"

Faye shrugged. "You go home. I go away. And if we're both lucky, we'll never see each other again."

"I see." Ron said quietly. His arm flashed out, bringing the dart up towards Faye's neck. Before he knew it, he was flying through the air and slid along the gravelled roof. he rolled to a stop and started to get up.

There was an explosion of pain in his ribs and he fell back to the roof, where pressure was placed on his hand, forcing him to drop the dart. He looke dup to see Faye standing menacingly over him.

"You just couldn't leave it alone could you?" she said, anger creasing her features. "I was really hoping to avoid this, but you just had to push."

"You aren't winning, lady." Ron growled. "I want her back."

"Well, you can't have her." Faye said, putting more weight on Ron's hand. Ron grimaced in pain. "She gave up, Ronnie. She lost. I won." Faye began stomping on Ron's hand with each of her words. "And. She's. Not. Coming. BACK!"

On "BACK!" Faye reared back and kicked Ron across the face sending him rolling across the roof. Faye snorted and turned back to the group crowed around the helicopter. "If your asses aren't airborne in the next two minutes, I'm gonna finish the job GJ had planned for you! Understand?"

"Oh, you betcha." came a quiet voice from behind Faye. She looked over her shoulder and was blinded by a flash of blue light. Faye foundherself flying through the air, but she managed to right herself and land in a crouching position on the roof, sliding on the soles of her feet. She came to a stop and looked up.

Ron was standing on the opposite end of the roof, surrounded by a glowing blue numbus of energy that was in the vauge shape of a monkey. He glared at her with a stern expression.

"You're done, Faye. No more. I'm going to get Kim back." he said quietly.

Faye's face twisted into a sadistic grin. "Over my dead body."

Ron shrugged. "If that's how it's gotta be."

"I was hoping you'd say something like that."

Lightning flashed and the thunder followed a scant few seconds afterward.

The storm had arrived.

--

"Bad Influence" lyrics ©2009 Billy Mann, Alecia B. Moore, Butch Walker