A/N: I am back into writing action adventure again. Many thanks to those that have hung in there with me and to Joe Stoppinghem for proof reading most of this chapter.
The next few chapters should be quite eventful as I have some excellent action stuff floating around inside my head. No Kim or company this chapter but they should be returning in the next chapter.
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Bubba
"BEWARE THE MAN!"
"You're an animal Bonnie, now let me hear you growl." Anna Morgenstern directed Bonnie as she and Ron lay on a couch. Bonnie lay on top of Ron as he held her with one arm and his hand reaching just below her butt.
Bonnie growled and took Ron's gold Golani Brigade insignia between her teeth. Ron was red from embarrassment and giggled softly as Bonnie thrashed on top of him, "I could get used to this."
The two were finishing up a photo shoot for Anna Morgenstern the leading advertising and fashion photographer in Israel. Ron had posed for several shots doing various things alone. Then Bonnie posed in a variety of different outfits, depending on which publication was receiving the photos.
Now the two were finishing up being photographed together for Channel 6 and the entertainment section of the Jerusalem Post. Anna looked at her call sheet and nodded her head, "Last set is for Ron, Bonnie take off your tops."
Bonnie sighed and pulled her leopard skin halter off. She turned and saw that Ron had made no effort to take off his long sleeve uniform shirt, "Come on Ron."
Ron looked away from her and shook his head, "I...I can't..."
Then Bonnie realized what the problem was. His right arm had been badly scared when he was wounded in Gaza City. She wrapped her arms around, "It'll be okay, she just needs a few shots and then you can put it back on."
He said nothing for a moment and then shook his head again, "I...I don't want people...staring at my arm." He said quietly.
Bonnie spoke softly to him, "They're not going to be staring at your arm. They'll airbrush the scars away so your arm looks..." She knew she had to choose her words carefully, "...looks...fine."
"What's the hold up?" Anna asked as she made a few adjustments to her Hasselblad medium format camera.
"Oh...Ron's a bit shy...He was wounded in Gaza City and his arm has a few scars." Bonnie told her as she turned her attention back to Ron, "I've seen the arm it isn't too bad."
"Yes it is, it's awful, I don't even like looking at it." Ron said painfully.
"Ron we'll be airbrushing the scars out if that's any help." Anna added.
Ron took a deep breath and nodded, "I...I just don't want everyone looking at my arm." He said as he unbuttoned his uniform shirt.
"I've seen the arm Ron it's not bad." Bonnie said again trying to make him feel more comfortable.
"Well that's different. You were there when they brought me in. You're used to it." He said quietly as he took the shirt off, quickly crossing his arms so that Anna couldn't see it right away.
Anna turned and looked at him and then the arm, "I've seen worse. Now Bonnie come and stand here in front of this black background. Ron you come up behind her here like so." She positioned Ron directly behind Bonnie.
She took a step back from the topless couple, "Now Ron wrap your arms around Bonnie's waist with your right arm coming across her breasts hiding her nipples."
Ron did as he was directed, "Like this?"
"Yes, now Bonnie place your arms on top of his and lean your head back with your mouth open as if you're gasping, over come with passion."
Bonnie did as she instructed, the studio strobes flashed, "Great one now hold that pose. Ron lean down and kiss Bonnie on the nape of the neck." Another picture was snapped, "Excellent, now hold your head up and give me the smallest most wistful smile you can..."
Another flash from the strobes signaled another photograph had been taken, "Excellent..."
They worked for another half an hour getting just the right lighting and look for the pictures. Once the session was over Ron was putting on his uniform shirt and grinning at Bonnie, "I kind of liked that."
Rufus popped out of Ron's pocked, "Bleeeeeccccccckkkkkkkk"
Bonnie frowned at the naked mole rat, "...and just who asked you?"
Ron's eyes lit up, "Hey you got time for a couple of shots of me and Rufus?"
Anna Morgenstern turned and eyed the small pink rodent contemptuously, "I do not do pets." She said as she turned to continue breaking down her equipment.
"BITCH"
All eyes turned to Ron as Rufus quickly ducked back into his pocket. Ron pointed to his pocket helplessly and shrugged, "It was him...really..."
Bonnie pulled up outside the comic book store. Comickazzie the largest comic book store in Israel the next stop on Ron's long list of public appearances. Bonnie turned to him, "I'll be back in an hour after I get done with Jewish Bride alright?"
Ron nodded as he looked at the large display window that was promoting Spiderman 5. He smiled, "Ahhhhhh geek heaven." He leaned across the front seat and kissed Bonnie, "See you in two, love you." He told her as he slid out of the car.
"Love you too." Bonnie had just got out before the door closed.
He turned and waved as the car pulled away, "Signing comic books, my comic books this is too cool." He thought happily as opened the door of the shop and walked inside.
Ron's eyes lit up as he saw the large display featuring the Sgt. Ron Stoappable's Commando Death Squad comic book setup beside a table that had a poster hanging from it. He read the poster quietly, "Today, meet Lt. Ron Stoppable inspiration behind Panami's newest graphic novel...Booyah, I'm a graphic novel."
"Here he is Lt. Ron Stoppable..." A voice called out from near the front of the shop.
Applause greeted Ron as he smiled and waved at the long line that he now realized was crisscrossing the store. A man with a name tag took Ron by the arm and led him to the table, "Great to see you Mr. Stoppable, ever since you were on Talk Back Live this morning, our phone was ringing off the hook."
"Uh...Yes, I lost my temper..." Ron said sheepishly recalling his appearance on the news show. He turned and waved to the crowd, "Shalom"
People continued to cheer as he approached a six foot long table with two other people that were waiting on him. The man with the badge hanging around his neck that said Raffie introduced him to the other two guests at the table, "This is Malcom Brenin, he writes the book along with his girl friend Tia Lester who does the art."
"Shalom" Ron said sheepishly as he met the two people who were creating his comic book.
"Pleased to finally meet you." Malcom said as he vigorously shook Ron's hand.
"The legend himself..." Tia offered as she shook his hand next.
Ron laughed, "I...I don't know if I'd go all that far."
They took their seats behind the table. Malcom leaned over, "So what do you think of the book?"
"Oh it's great. I especially like the part where I tear the top of the hand grenade off with my teeth." Ron said excitedly.
"That was me." Tia explained happily, "I was going for the whole Iron Man meets Punisher thing."
Ron smiled, "Yea that was cool..."
The first book slid underneath Ron's nose. He smiled at the boy who handed it to him and signed his name with an arrow to the large muscular man on the cover.
The boy looked at the cover, "Why are you so much smaller than the comic book guy?"
Ron grinned, "I let myself go after Gaza City."
The group continued to sign autographs and answer fan questions. Ron began to feel an overwhelming sense of dread that he could not put his finger on as he scanned the crowd. Finally he spotted the source of his dread, a man in a long coat standing outside the shop window.
He frowned and signed the next book, "Why is he wearing a coat in 90 degree weather?"
"You a big comic book fan?" Ron asked as he continued to glance towards the front window.
"I follow the Spider Man books mostly but I really like your book." The kid answered.
"Great, that's great..." Ron said absently as he turned to look at the line.
"Man you better shoot that guy or he's going to blow up all these kids."
Ron recognized the voice at once as belonging to Frank Yarbourgh the ghost that the Guardians had sent to aide him. He quickly stood up, drew his TZ-75 and fired three shots through the plate glass window at the front of the store.
Screams and mayhem broke out as kids and customers dived for cover. Ron walked around the table still holding his pistol at the ready as he approached the front door. He could hear sirens in the distance as he looked out the shattered window at the man laying dead on the sidewalk outside.
He walked out the front door and stood over the man. He was an Arab, a Palestinian and Ron could see quite clearly the outline of a suicide belt through the heavy cloths the man was wearing.
A shiver ran up Ron's spine as the words of the Guardians rang in his ears. He could never have a normal life. He would place the ones he loved in constant danger because of who he was.
Ron was becoming known and this man just wasn't walking around looking for a crowded market or a restaurant to blow up. The man's target had been Ron and the crowd of children at the comic book shop If Ron wouldn't have been at the shop the man wouldn't have been here.
"Good job dropping the splodydope..."
Ron was startled out of his thoughts by the Tel Aviv police officer, "Oh yes...I was fortunate..." he said in halting Hebrew.
"How did you know he was wearing a belt?" The officer asked.
"Uhhhhh...The coat..." Ron said absently as he stared at an elder woman who walked up to the body and dabbed her handkerchief in the man's blood. She turned and smiled at Ron before walking away.
"Souvenir hunter..." The officer said.
"What?"
The officer shrugged as he directed the crime scene unit to tape off the entrance, "It's not everyday the Gaza City Madman guns down a suicide bomber in your neighborhood."
"Oh" Ron said feeling sick to his stomach as he turned to go back in the shop. He noticed a group of kids wrestling on the floor for the shell casings that fell from his gun.
Tia ran forward and hugged Ron tightly, "I thought the whole Ron Stoppable story was total fantasy but you're for real." She said excitedly.
Malcom approached wearing a large smile, "Man that was great...That guy is really dead right? I mean this wasn't some sort of put on that Morey cooked up right."
Ron stared at the man in disbelief until the man turned his eyes away from him, "I guess it was real then." He said quietly.
"Yes, yes there is a dead man outside my shop now!" The man with the badge said in excitedly. Then he stopped and reached out to shake Ron's hand, "I never introduced myself I'm Stuart Franklin, I own Comickazzie..." He held the cell phone up, "Calling my insurance people."
Ron walked back over to the table and sat down heavily in the folding chair. He looked up to see Frank Yarbourgh looking at him from the other side of the table, "It wasn't because of you. If you hadn't of been here he would have just found another crowded business to blow himself up."
"Yea" Ron said quietly as he took a book from a boy and signed it.
Bonnie parked a few blocks away from where she had dropped Ron off. She shook her head as she got out of her car, "What has he done now?" She thought as she made her way through the crowd that had gathered outside the comic book shop.
She spotted the body under a blue tarp, "Oh no...no..." She then noted the man's shoes were not IDF infantry boots and breathed a sigh of relief. The body wasn't Ron's. She pushed forward more intently than before.
"Move please I need to get into the shop."
No one moved but she did get jostled forward a bit until she recognized a Channel 6 cameraman, "Allon...What is happening here?"
The camera man turned, "Ah Bonnie, not much now. Your fiancé' just shot a splodydope."
Bonnie shook her head, "What?"
"He shot a suicide bomber. I am just getting some background shots for the news later."
"Oh...Can you get me inside the store?" Bonnie asked hopefully.
"Sure, come this way." He motioned towards the yellow crime scene tape.
At the corner where the tape was tied off to a light pole there were very few people around. Allon pulled the tape up high enough for Bonnie to sneak under. She walked determinedly the few feet towards the front door before being detained by a uniformed Tel Aviv Police Officer.
"You can not come any closer."
Bonnie put her hands on her hips, narrowed her eyes before explaining to the officer just who she was, "For your information that man inside there is my fiancée' and we have to be going so we can attend a function this evening with the Prime Minister."
The officer blinked, "Ah, yes of course the famous Bonnie Rockwell. Step right this way."
"Rockwaller, is that such a hard name? Why can't they ever get my name right?" Bonnie muttered under her breath as she was escorted inside the store.
"Watch the glass Miss. It is still a bit of a mess." The officer cautioned.
Bonnie spotted Ron still sitting at the autograph table talking to three uniformed police officers and one older white haired detective in plain clothes. She approached the group cautiously trying to hear what was going on before she interrupted them.
"So you have no idea who the man is?" The plain clothes officer asked.
Ron shook his head, "No, no idea..."
"So you make it a habit to shoot people you don't know?" The officer followed up.
"NO...He just looked suspicious...So I kept an eye on him." Ron answered as he squirmed in his seat. He was obviously becoming tired from the nonstop questioning.
"Excuse me." Bonnie said as she forced her way past the two uniformed officers.
"Bonnie, am I glad to see you." Ron said. He was happy to see friendly face.
Bonnie looked around the table he was seated at, "I thought the autograph session was over?"
Ron threw up his hands, "Ended a while ago, ran out of books."
"Who are you?" The plain clothes officer demanded.
"Bonnie Rockwaller, fiancée' now if you don't mind we'll be leaving. We have an engagement this evening with the Prime Minister." She told him smugly.
"You do not tell me when it is over, I tell you." The officer informed her.
A queasy look came over Ron's face, "Oh man, you have done it now."
Bonnie's eyes opened wide, "OH NO, YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND. WE unlike you have a demanding schedule of public appearances that have to be made. You need to talk to him any more you contact us through our agent. Got that?"
Ron stood up, "Well I guess that makes things very clear."
"We are not done here." The officer protested.
"Oh, Christ on a stick, I shot the guy. You have me on a video camera shooting the guy three times. You know he is a suicide bomber. What more do you need from me?" Ron said angrily.
The plain clothes officer frowned and nodded, "We have your contact information."
"Yes, yes you have my contact information. I'm in the IDF stationed for the moment at Tulkharm." Ron said wearily.
Bonnie took him by the hand, "Come on we're finished here."
Ron let her lead the way out of the comic book shop, "Thanks for the rescue. I never thought he'd run out of questions."
She frowned, "I just can't leave you alone for a second without you having to shoot someone."
"It wasn't my idea..." Ron said defensively as he opened the door for Bonnie.
A loud cheer erupted as they exited the store. Ron grinned, "Wow you must be a very popular weather girl."
The frown never left Bonnie's face, "I don't think they are cheering me."
"Where's the next stop?" Ron said quietly.
"Home, so we can change for the banquet." Bonnie answered sounding equally as tired.
Ron nodded as they were allowed through the police barricade. Ron signed a few more autographs as they reached the car. Bonnie used her keyless entry to unlock the doors. Ron waved at the crowd who were still cheering.
"Thank you, thank you, I'll try to come by next week and shoot someone else." Ron said trying to sound upbeat.
Once in the car he let out a deep breath, "I want to see Sam."
Bonnie shook her head as she pulled away from the curb, "No time for that now."
Ron frowned, "I either see Sam or I stay home tonight."
She glared at him, "Don't do this Ron. I mean it. I've worked too hard on this."
"I want to see Sam." Ron said firmly.
Bonnie saw the look in his eye and knew he wasn't kidding around. He wanted to see Sam and he wanted to see him now. She exhaled in frustration, "Fine, fine we'll stop by Laniado Hospital on the way back to the apartment."
"Thanks Bonnie"
She nodded as she pulled up to a red light. She turned to look at him, "Did you really have to shoot that man?"
Ron had his eyes closed with his head against the headrest of the seat, "Yes"
The light turned green and Bonnie drove away from the area, "OK...OK..."
He reached over and put a hand on her shoulder, "Love you."
Bonnie smiled a tired little smile, "Love you too...Now stop shooting people for a few days...OK!"
Avner Tobin left the crime scene and drove the mile and a half to the Institute for Intelligence and Special Operations known otherwise to the rest of the world as Mossad. He had just had a lengthy interview with Lt. Ronald Stoppable after his shooting of the suicide bomber at the comic book store. He was impressed at how well the young man was able to carry himself in the aftermath of a very traumatic situation.
The Mossad had been keeping close tabs on Ronald Stoppable ever since he and his fiancee' had arrived in Israel from the United States. The information that Mossad was able to gleen from their contacts inside the CIA was intreaguing. The CIA approached Mossad through official channels to gain information on just how the young man was trained and if he was trained to use any sort of new mystery weapon that the Israeli's had not informed them of.
Mossad had the very same questions as well after Ronald Stoppable went missing in Gaza City and a corpse of a Russian mercenary turned up without a head and no loss of blood from the body.
Ronald Stoppable had been interviewed inside the hospital after he regained conciousness from his wounds. He denied knowing anything about what had happened to the Russian mercenary.
From the sources inside the American CIA it appears that Ronald Stoppable had been in a large scale battle inside the United States near his former home in Middleton, Colorado. The exact nature of the engagement was still listed as beyond black and unavailable to the source who delivered the information.
Then there was the whole other issue of how Ronald Stoppable was able to exit the United States and wind up in Japan, then back in the United States and then materialize in Israel without the knowledge of three governments or their security agencies.
It was with great reluctance that Mossad authorized the CIA to send a field agent over to interview the young man. Mossad kept close tabs on the field agent and were comfortable that nothing of importence took place during his encounters with Lt. Stoppable.
There were so many outstanding qualities the young man possed but at the same time so many disturbing mysteries that surrounded the man's life. The old man sighed heavily, "I am glad that I am old and almost out of this buisness." He thought as he approached his destination.
The old Mossad agent pulled his BMW 525i into the nondescript parking garage that was attatched to a nondescript concrete office building. He was nearing 60 years old. A dinorsaur in the spy buisness. He had long ago surrendered any hope of having a family or normal life when he was selected to enter into the service of Israel as a young man in his twenties.
He served in the IDF in the late 1950's as a youth where he was recruited into the Mossad because of his European features and his ability to speak English and French fluently. He eargerly accepted the invitation to join in his twenties working in Europe and North Africa gathering intelligence on the enemies of the state.
Now nearing retirement his primary job was that of an archivist with the occassional assignment to investigate potiential young recruits to the organization. The recruiting of young prospects was now of fundimental importance to the Mossad now that the Government had secretly reauthorized the targeted assassination of key enemies of the state.
The old man parked his car and took his briefcase and overcoat from the backseat of the car. He walked towards the secure elevator and punched the button for the sixth floor. The time would soon come to begin recruiting agents for the coming quite war. He hoped it would be the last secret war he would see in his lifetime.
Israel was about to once again embark on a new war a quiet war that would be fought in the streets of Europe and other Middle Eastern countries that chose to back the Islamic factions to target the Jewish state. Now with a new secret war looming a new mandate was issued. Find the best young twenty somethings of European descent or who could pass for European and begin their three year training program to become katsas or case workers.
Once the new katsas were chosen a select few would be chosen for the Kidon program. Hebrew for bayonet, Kidon agents would literally be the tip of the sword for Israel. There would only be two, four member Kidon teams in operation at anyone time.
The team would consist of one primary lead assassin, a backup assissin, a driver, and a target surveylence expert that would maintain contact with the intended target until the team had carried out the assignment.
A Kidon team would only be called into a theater of operation once a target had been selected. Once on the ground the team would have to carry out its operation within 36 hours time frame. The short time a team would be operating in a foreign country would make detection by enemy agents or local authorities much more difficult.
A list of Jews who fit the profile that was required had been compiled. Not surprisingly the top candidate for one of the Kidon teams happened to be none other than Ronald Stoppable.
Avner Tobin had been called in to office of Special Operations by director Ilya Lefkovitz and the 'Memune', the Hebrew word meaning 'First amongst equals'. The head of Institute for Intelligence and Special Operations Isser Hofi sat in on the meeting.
The older man greeted the directors as he dropped his breifcase to the floor, took off his suit coat and tie and dropped them onto a nearby chair, "Shalom, it is good to be back here the necktie was killing me."
Isser Hofi a balding man in his early 40's smiled. He understood Avner's aversion to wearing ties. Mossad mirrored the Israeli society outside, with a total disdain for formality. Isser himself was only wearing a pair of Levi's Dockers pants a short sleeve shirt an a pair of Addias running shoes.
"Avner you are too old to not be seen without a tie."
The old man waved a hand at the Director, "Ahhhhhh"
Ilya Lefkovitz a rather fit looking man with salt and pepper hair,dressed as casually as the Director Hofi was smiled, "I see good things about our person of interst on the television."
Avner nodded as he sat heavily into a chair facing the two men, "I not only got to do back ground information on him but I was able to actually speak to him today."
Director Hofi chuckled, "You mean you were able to get speak to him without going through his agent."
The three men chuckled before Avner shrugged, "I have my ways of getting around that."
Head of Special Operations Lefkovitz slapped his forehead in mock disapproval, "Avner were you impersonating a Tel Aviv Police Officer again?"
Avener shrugged and the three men laughed again. Director Hofi shook his head, "Christ on a stick the Chief of the Tel Aviv police will be calling later to chew on my ass."
Ilya Lefkovitz smiled and asked, "What will you tell him this time."
"Same thing I told him last time. Eat shit and die."
The three men continued laughing before Director Hofi took charge of the meeting, "So Avner what did you think of our young Mr. Stoppable?"
The old man shrugged, "A nice young man, very pleasant to converse with. His fiancee' however is...very bossy."
Ilya chuckled, "Show me a Jewish woman that is not bossy and dominering."
Isser Hofi grinned, "Other than he is pleasan what else were you able to dig up on him?"
Avner picked up his briefcase, opened it and drew a large manilla folder from inside of it. He laid the folder open on the desk for the other men to look at as he read from his notes.
"Ronald Ben Stoppable born August 29th, 1989 in Middleton, Colorado, USA. He has one sister Kayle Brianna who was born in a year ago this month. His mother was born Muriel Alice Probable until she married Walter Norman Stoppable on June 18, 1987.
There is some record of marital discord. Family instability continued until after the birth of their first child Ronald. Their marital problems continued until the boy was well into his teens. He is neither especially close to either his mother or his father.
He attended Temple Shalom in Middleton, Colorado, USA. He attended Middleton City Public Schools and graduated from Middleton High School in June of 2007. An average student at best. He participated in the sport of Cross Country running his senior year with modest success.
In June 2007 he made his Aliyah where he lived with the Oster family until he enlisted in the IDF, he went through basic training in Bezeq and was later stationed in Tulkharm.
He is engaged to Bonnie Gene Rockwaller also of Middleton, Colorado, USA. They plan to married on December 22nd of this year..."
Director Hofi held up a hand, "I can learn this on my own from the folder. What I want to know is how he became so...interesting."
Avner took a deep breath, "During his teenage years he used to assist a self styled vigalante by the name of Kimberly Ann Possible. She would later become a high school sweetheart to him.
I have no information on why they broke up. Perhaps it was due to his Aliyah or because he met Bonnie Rockwaller?"
Ilya Lefkovitz nodded his head, "Was this self styled vigilante Jewish?"
"I do not believe so...no"
Director Hofi nodded his head, "That would explain his engagement to Bonnie Rockwaller. All good Jewish boys want to marry a nice Jewish girl and vice versa."
Avner shrugged, "That is as good as reason as any." He said as he looked over his notes.
"He achieved distinction with his marksmanship in basic training. He is highly proficient with a rifle. It was stated that in front of witnesses he fired a M-16 with a magazine of thirty rounds full auto at a torso target at 1,000 meters totally obliterating the targets head."
Director Hofi whistled appreciatively, "That is good shooting."
Avner nodded and contined reading.
"He was recommended for Sniper School or for field training classes. He was ordered to field training classes at Camp 80 before the Gaza Strip invasion.
Once the invasion was underway he brevetted to the rank of sergeant and placed in command of a platoon. He served with that platoon with distinction until he was seperated from them in Gaza City."
Ilya Lefkovitz rolled his eyes, "We know this part. Bonnie Rockwaller and Channel 6 are bombarding us with it nearly every day."
"Tell us things about him personally." Director Hofi said impatiently.
Once again Avner nodded, "He has a pet naked mole rat that he calls Rufus. The animal appears to possess a high degree of intelligence for such a creature. He invented a fast food confectionary called a Naco."
"What is a nacho?" Director Hofi asked.
"Naco, not nacho, it appears to be a combination of a taco with nacho chips or some other such thing. He was issued a royalty check for 99 million dollars which he promptly squandered and finally had stolen by a criminal named Drew Lipsky." Avner explained.
Ilya Lefkovitz shook his head in amazement, "How do you loose 99 million dollars."
Avner cleared his throat, "He was 16 years old and very careless."
"Grande, Millious, Foreman and Chase, LLC are the current owners of the fast food chain known as Bueno Nacho. They have set up a blind trust to keep this from happening to him again. When Ronald Stoppable turns thirty years old the contents of the trust will be turned over to him."
"How much is in the trust?" Director Hofi asked.
Avner swallowed hard, "At last estimate it was around $326 million dollars."
Ilya Lefkovitz through up his arms and exclaimed loudly, "We are in the wrong line of work."
Director Hofi let out a deep breath, "How do they achieve these figures?"
"Apparently he is paid 5 American cents for each naco that is sold. It would appear that Bueno Nacho sells a lot of nacos. There are two resturants in Israel as well as 30,000 locations world wide." Avner explained.
"He has no knowledge of this trust?" Director Hofi followed up.
"No"
Ilya Lefkovitz leaned over the table, "Have you ever tried one of these nacos?"
Avner nodded, "I must confess that I have...it gave me gas."
The men chuckled nervously. They were learning that there was far more to Ronald Stoppable than they were led to believe at first. Director Hofi frowned, "These are all of the good points. Now you must tell us of his potential drawbacks."
"Yes of course. His drawbacks are many." Avner turned to the back of his notebook and began to read.
"His Rabbi from Temple Shalom, a...Eugene Katz says that he considered Ronald to be a very insecure and troubled child. Oweing this to his families on going maritial instability. He is a loner by nature with few close friends. He was rather surprised that he chose to make Aliyah, after haveng expressed no desire to do so before. Surprised again when he joined the IDF and even more surprised when he excelled in the service.
He was treated for a mild form of depression in his senior year. During which time he disappeared for a month, a month in which most people close to him feared he had committed suicide.
He would turn up a month later with no explanation of where he was or what had happened to him."
"Have you asked him about his mysterious disappearance?" Director Hofi asked.
Avner shook his head, "I did not have a very involved interview with him. It was mostly covering the man he shot."
Ilya Lefkovitz stroked his chin, "Does he strike you as being a psychotic? Setting the people he shoots up in order for him to kill them? Does he appear to derive pleasure from killing?"
The old man flipped his notebook closed and sighed wearily, "He does not strike me as being a psychotic. Although it does appear that since he landed in Israel that an awful lot of people end up dead around him."
Director Hofi picked up the manella folder and leafed through it until he found a page estimating the death toll around Ronald Stoppable, "If he is not a psychotic then he is a very murderous young man. A death toll of 480 men killed that we know of. No telling how many he killed in the United States. Oh yes plus the one man from the comic book store this afternoon."
Avner through up his hands, "The people he has killed either needed to die or came from combat in service to the nation. I do not believe he would kill indiscrimantley."
Ilya Lefkovitz looked at a piece of paper from the file, "General Tova speaks very highly of him."
"Yes, yes, he feels he is a future General for the Northern Command. A good fighter..."
Director Hofi interupted the elderly agent, "General Tova looks for murderous young men to groom for leadership. I am not surprised he is favorable to Stoppable."
Avner agreed, "That much is true..." before he fell quiet.
Ilya Lefkovitz rubbed the bridge of his nose, "So Avner...What is your gut feeling towards Mr. Stoppable."
Now it was time to commit one way or another. Ronald Stoppable's potential recruitment Avner took a deep breath, "The young man possess many qualities and skills we prize. He has Kidon written all over him. I feel he has the potential to be the greatest field assest we have ever had."
Director Hofi let out a deep breath and stared at the black and white photograph of Ronald Stoppable. He picked up a red marker to reject him then placed the marker back on the table, "Only 20 years old. I wish he was a few years older. Perhaps with a few years of seasoning." He said patiently before picking the marker up and making a tiny red 'X' in the upper left hand corner.
Ilya Lefkovitz nodded his head in agreement, "So we should revisit his case in a few years perhaps?"
"No, no I want Avner to continue investigating him. Find out what happened to him during that month he was missing. Guide his military career to suit our needs. Arrange for him to undergo Paratrooper training. That should make him or break him." Director Hofi said as he continued to look at the photograph.
Avner nodded his head, "I will continue my work then."
Director Hofi nodded and turned to Ilya Lefkovitz, "Now who else do we have to look at."
The director of Special Operation took out another folder and slid a bundle of pictures out onto the table, "These Jews all made Aliyah within the last year or so. All would be fine canidates for work inside Europe or the United States."
The director took the bundle of photographs and turned them over to read the names written with an ink pen on the back, "Sergei Bunimovitch, Lithuanian...He is the age I'm looking for."
"He is currently AWOL from the IDF. He is trapped in Lithuania, passport issues." Avner said quickly.
Director Hofi nodded, "Sounds interesting." He continued to look at the other photographs and put them on the table reading the names out loud as he did so.
"Henry Meeci, France...Peter Norton, South Africa...Babbette Shangra, France...She is very pretty...Allen Meyers, United States..."
Avner leaned back in his chair and thought of Ronald Stoppable, "If we are going to survive as a nation we will need to bring in the most single minded ruthless people we can find. Mr. Stoppable you are going to be placed at the forefront of every IDF military engagement until I get permission to approach you."
Bonnie pulled to a stop in the parking lot of Laniado Hospital. She was not at all happy about the unplanned side trip and had been giving Ron an earful about all the way from their apartment to the Hospital. Now that they had arrived it was time to set a time frame to stick to, "We can only spend at most 15 minutes with Sam then we have to go."
Ron smirked, "We will spend as much time with him as I want."
"RON"
Bonnie began to protest before Ron turned on her and said in a low no nonsense voice, "Now you listen to me. The last time I saw Sam was in the middle of nowhere, he had a chest wound and was crying for his mother. I will spend as much time with him as I want."
Ron turned and began to walk towards the hospital. Bonnie stood stunned by Ron's tone for a few seconds before racing to catch up to him, "Wait for me. You don't even know what room he's in."
She could tell Ron was agitated but she didn't think it was necessarily with her. He had not seen Sam since he was wounded. So Bonnie thought he must be nervous about what he's going to find or if Sam will even want to see him again.
The two stepped silently onto the elevator, "Sam's on the 6th floor." Bonnie said softly as she pushed the button.
Ron nodded his head absently. Then a thought occurred to Bonnie. She had better tell him what was going on with Sam, "He should have went back to his unit a few weeks ago but he met this girl from the states and she's a volunteer."
The door to the elevator opened up and they stepped out of the car. Ron smiled, "Now that sounds like Sam."
She could feel the tension ebb out of Ron's body and this made Bonnie feel a lot more relaxed, "His room is down this way."
Ron followed Bonnie down the hallway. She stopped outside the door and knocked quietly. Ron grinned when he heard a familiar voice answer, "Come in."
Bonnie opened the door and Ron followed her into the room. He fought the urge to grin as he saw Sam sitting up in bed. Instead he decided to play with him a little, "So this is where they send the lazy penis soldiers."
Sam's eyes grew big as he saw Ron enter the room, "Ronnie...I mean Lieutenant."
Ron didn't break character, "We are in a war and you are playing sick her so you can talk to a girl?"
He became defensive, "She is not any girl. Her name is Miriam Blumenthal and she has helped me to learn English and I am going to go back to school."
Bonnie grinned and shook her head, "...and her mother hates you."
Ron turned to Bonnie, "Why does her mother hate him?"
She looked knowingly at Ron, "Because she spends too much time with a no good IDF soldier that is beneath her."
He grinned knowingly, "Ohhhhhh one of those mothers."
Sam broke into the conversation, "It is only because her mother does not know me."
Ron grinned, "Maybe she does know you that is why she hates you."
"Bullshit" Sam said happily.
Bonnie looked a little taken aback, "Excuse me!?!"
"Awwww, I see Bina's English lessons did not go to waste." Ron said happily remembering Bina trying teaching Sima and Sam as many obscenities in English that she would think of while they were visiting Ron's parents back in Middleton.
Sam grinned and spoke in halting English, "No...Thanks to Miriam I know how to use goodly swear words."
Ron turned serious, "You doing OK? You need me to do anything while I'm in town." He asked in English.
He took a moment to answer as he worked to comprehend the words, "No, I am OK...Miriam hides away and helps me learn. She is coming soon."
Bonnie smiled, "Sam, tell Ron how you met Miriam."
Sam thought about it and then began to speak in Hebrew once again, "She is a volunteer with the Young Hadassha a women's organization. They volunteer in the hospitals to cheer up wounded IDF soldiers."
"So she obviously cheered you up." Ron said with a grin.
"Yes, very much so." Sam said happily.
The door to the room opened suddenly and a skinny girl with long black hair darted into the room, "I have brought candy and..." She saw Ron and Bonnie standing by Sam's bed. She pointed at Ron and let out a scream, "You're Ron Stoppable, you're Ron Stoppable." Before she quickly covered her mouth and began to blush.
Ron held a finger to his lips, "Shhhhhhhh"
"I...I am sorry. Sam said you and he were friends. I...I've met Bonnie but...I thought Sam may have stretched the story some." Miriam said as she cast a quick glance toward Sam.
Ron grinned, "Well I couldn't pass up a chance to see the guy that saved my life in Southern Lebanon. Without Sam I probably wouldn't be alive to marry Bonnie."
Sam lay back in bed happily, "You see I no lie. Ronnie is good friend."
Bonnie pointed towards her watch, "Well I think we'll leave you two alone."
Ron nodded his head, "Right yes, we are going to eat with the Prime Minister now."
Miriam's eyes grew large, "Really?"
"Oh yea, they really wanted Sam but he's here so we had to fill in." Ron informed her with a straight face.
Sam was eyeing the package that Miriam had brought for him and waved at Ron, "Tell the Prime Minister I said Shalom."
Ron grinned walked over and hugged Sam. Sam didn't know what to think until he heard him whisper in his ear, "Do not blow this you lazy penis soldier."
"Yes, I will be back on duty soon...As soon as Miriam has to go home." Sam said happily.
Bonnie took Ron by the arm and escorted him to the door, "Let's leave these two alone shall we."
Ron nodded as they walked out of the room. He peered over his shoulder to make sure the door had shut behind them, "Now that is a reason to stay in the hospital. She is very pretty. Hope Sam can handle her."
Sam smiled happily at Miriam, "You see I really do know Ronnie."
Miriam opened the bag and handed him a Hershey bar, "I believe you. You know you never did tell me how you got wounded."
He shrugged, "Not much to tell really." He said as he picked up a puzzle book that Miriam had brought him.
"He said you saved his life." Miriam proded him hoping he would tell her the story as she pulled up a chair.
Sam's smile vanished, "Well I do not like to brag. I am a very humble soldier."
"Oh come on tell me how you saved the great Ron Stoppable's life."
He looked towards the windows at the setting sun. Sam didn't like thinking about that night on a lonely stretch of road in Southern Lebanon and he sure didn't like talking about getting wounded. Still Miriam wanted a story so he decided he would give her one.
"Not much to tell. We were the lead car in a convoy headed North. We were ordered to travel well in front of the convoy in order to draw fire. We were attacked and the Humvee was blown off the road. An RPG I think."
Miriam leaned over closer to hear the story, "That must have been scary?"
Sam bristled, "No, we are well trained for such things. Ron's door jammed and I got out with my rifle and fought off the insurgents until help arrived. Only I was wounded before help arrived. End of story."
"Is that really what happened?" Miriam asked softly.
"No…no…" Sam said quietly, "We were the lead car in the convoy. There was a roadside bomb or a…an RPG…I was never sure. It knocked the Humvee over on its side."
Miriam squinted her eyes wondering if now she was about to get the truth but Sam paid no attention to her.
"Ronnie kicked out the windshield and we scrambled out into a ravine for cover. There were so much shooting going on and I was so scared. Ron went back to the Humvee for weapons until another RPG hit and we had to run from where we were to keep from getting hit by the Humvee as it rolled down the ravine."
Sam clenched his jaw tight as he replayed the events in his mind.
"Ronnie fought them pretty well. We were well outnumbered….They called out and taunted us and tried to scare us into surrendering. They only thought it was just Ronnie, they didn't know I was there with him…So after a little more fighting Ronnie hands me the rifle and told me they were going to rush us."
He looked down at his candy bar and threw it onto the bed, "So they attack and I jump up and start shooting. I heard a loud bang and I was thrown backwards. I had a bad pain in my chest. I felt…I felt around as best I could and I could feel it was wet around my stomach…I was so scared. I thought I was going to die. Ronnie called for help and told me I killed the guy with the RPG before he got me."
Sam shook his head, "I'm not so sure. It all happened so fast." Sam began to cry, "It all happened so fast."
Miriam moved from her chair to the side of the bed and hugged Sam, "It's alright, you're not there anymore. We'll talk about happy things from now on."
"Yes happy things." Sam said wiping the tears from his eyes clearly embarrassed that he had broken down in front of a girl.
Miriam took his face in both hands and kissed him on the lips. When she pulled away Sam grinned, "Or we could just not talk at all."
"You will need to check your gun here sir." The security officer told Ron as he and Bonnie stepped up to entrance of Sheriton Tel Aviv.
Ron blinked, "Well how am I supposed to shoot people if I do not have my gun?"
Bonnie let out a growl, "Give the man your gun."
He frowned at Bonnie and unholstered his weapon. He took a quick glance around as he watched other unarmed guests arriving for the banquet. Ron handed the security officer his gun, "Her name is Susie and she will tell me is she isn't treated right."
The guard rolled his eyes, tagged the gun before handing Ron a claim check, "We close at 11:30."
"Fine" Bonnie said wearily as she pulled Ron away from the weapons checkpoint.
Ron frowned as he followed Bonnie towards the banquet rooms, "What is this banquet for anyway?"
"It's a fund raiser for disabled IDF veterans." She said as she smiled a waved a matronly woman who was wearing a fur coat.
"Ah at last a worthy cause….Now where is the open bar?" Ron inquired as he looked around the large ballroom.
Before Bonnie could answer he had spotted the bar and was off in pursuit of a drink. "Oh no you don't." she thought as she took off after him.
"Ron not too much we still have a show to do in the morning." Bonnie reminded him as he waited in line for a cocktail.
"What will you have Lt. Stoppable?" The attractive blonde bartender asked.
Ron grinned before glancing to his side to see that Bonnie had moved off to socialize, "What do you have in mind?"
"To drink sir?" The woman answered dryly.
He straightened up, "Ah yes, I would like a whisky and coke…" Ron stopped as he felt a tug on his sleeve. The tug had came from Rufus who was very curious to see what his owner was up to. "Oh yes and a teeny, tiny…Shirley Temple for my friend here." He said motioning towards Rufus.
Ron took the drinks and headed for where Bonnie was standing. She was waiving for him to come over to her. Ron sat the drinks down on the table and Rufus leaped from his pocket.
Bonnie smirked, "You just had to bring him didn't you."
"Oh yea, Rufus is all about the cheese platters." Ron said happily as he looked around the room for one.
A waiter walked by holding a tray filled with little squares of cheese. Ron waived him over to the table and relieved him of the tray, "Thanks that'll be all now."
The waiter looked shocked as Ron sat the whole tray down on the table, "Check it out Rufus, free booze and cheese is this not a great party?"
Bonnie growled, "RON, let's go mingle for a bit."
Ron smiled at her, "I think we better. I'm going to be way to drunk later."
"That's what you think." Bonnie hissed between her clinched teeth as she pulled him towards a group of older men.
A balding man in his 50's turned to greet Ron, "Lt. Stoppable, how nice to finally meet you." The man said as he held out his hand.
Ron's smile froze on his face as he realized he had no clue who this man was. He glanced at Bonnie as he took the man's hand. Bonnie didn't miss a beat, "Oh Prime Minister Harel, Ron has been dying to meet you all day."
"Yes, yes, I was just saying hey…this guy looks like a Prime Minister…or something." Ron said nervously.
Prime Minister Harel chuckled, "I hear you were a little busy this afternoon?"
Ron thought for a second and then realized he was refering to the suicide bomber he had shot earlier, "Oh yea…No big…Happens to me all the time…"
"Let me introduce to you your boss." The Prime Minister motioned towards a thin man with a pencil mustache, "Defense Minister Yuri Admoni…"
Ron's smile was now forced and Bonnie could see a slight darkening of Ron's mood as he shook the man's hand, "Pleasure…a real pleasure…yea…"
Ron's smile stayed frozen in place, "So you're the dirty little bastard that ordered us into Gaza City with no clear plan of action."
"It is truly an honor to meet a Hero of Israel. Your service to your new country is to be commended." Defense Minister Admoni said diplomaticly.
"Great…thanks…Thank you…great." Ron said woodenly as he continued to bore holes in the man with his eyes. "You dirty sack of shit do you know how many days of pain I suffered because of you?"
Bonnie tugged Ron's arm, "It was nice meeting you both. Ron would you show me where I can get a drink."
She managed to get through to Ron, "Oh yea, I think I could use a drink too."
Bonnie took Ron by the arm after they left the group of men. She whispered urgently into his ear, "What is your problem?"
Ron frowned and whispered back, "That son of a bitch is why I have to wear long sleeves and pants for the rest of my life."
"Oh" Bonnie said nervously. Ron took her back over to the open bar. Bonnie whispered to him again, "Don't drink too much, we do have to get up early."
"Whiskey and coke, and the lady will have?" Ron said as he glanced at Bonnie.
"Champaign"
"Oh la di da…" Ron said with a grin.
"I like the finer things, better get used to it." She said as she shot him a wicked grin.
They walked back over to their table with their drinks. Ron froze in his tracks, "Oh no…"
"Oh good grief the mole rats drunk." Bonnie said bitterly as she looked at Rufus laying on top of a large pile of cheese spread eagle on his back.
"You just had to drink daddies drink didn't you." Ron said wearily as Rufus laughed and rolled off of the cheese. Ron quickly downed his drink, "Well looks like I've got some catching up to do."
Bonnie pulled the Toyota Camry to a stop in the parking lot of the apartment complex. It had been a long and disasterous night. She reached across the car and punched Ron in the arm, "Wake up you drunken lush."
"Uhhhh…whaaaaaa…OK…I'm OK." Ron mumbled without looking up.
"GET OUT OF MY CAR NOW!" Bonnie screamed.
Ron jerked awake, "Oh we're home already?"
"I have never been so embarrassed in all my life." Bonnie growled as she got out of the car.
"Oh I've been embarrassed lots of times…You get over it…trust me." Ron stammered as he looked around the parking lot.
"I don't understand why you felt you had to drink so much." Bonnie said as she stepped over to the passenger side of the car and pulled Ron to his feet.
Ron reached down to his holster, "Gun…where's my gun?"
"In the trunk. You don't think I was going to let you have it after you kept talking about shooting the Defense Minister in the knees do you?" Bonnie growled angrily.
"Dirty bastard, abandoned me in Gaza City. I should have just broke his skinny pencil neck." Ron gloomed.
Rufus made his best effort to climb out of Ron's pocket, "Yaaa…neck…"
"I can't believe you let Rufus drink." Bonnie continued on angrily as she pulled Ron towards the apartment building entrance.
Ron giggled, "Whisky and cheese the little guy can sure pack it away."
"There are people in the lobby don't say a word." Bonnie warned him quietly.
"OK"
The couple walked into the lobby of the building. Bonnie nodded to the man working the security desk, "Hi Cedric"
The man glanced up from his newspaper, "Good evening Ms. Rockwaller…" He glance at Ron who was grinning like an idiot and leaning on Bonnie to stay upright, "Good evening Mr. Stoppable."
"That's Lieutenant Stoppable to you." Ron grunted as Bonnie drug him past the guard station.
"Oh Hi Bonnie…"
Bonnie looked towards the voice, "Hi Lauren, how are you."
A brunette in her late twenties approached the couple. Ron grinned at her as he realized that she too had just come in from a night at the clubs. The woman was dressed in a tight black evening dress that showed every curve and neuance of her body.
"Hey Lauren…"
Lauren was a bit tipsy herself, "You must be Ron. Bonnie talks so much about you."
Ron smiled, "Yea"
Bonnie pulled on Ron's arm to make him move towards the elevator, "Come on Ron we have an early call tomorrow."
"I bet I know what you two are really going to do." Lauren called after them.
Ron turned back to her, "Got that right. Bonnie's insatiable." He then reached down and grabbed his crotch just as the elevator door opened, "She can't get enough of the ol' Ron dog…"
Bonnie yanked Ron inside the elevator, "You think you are so damn funny. You're dreaming if you think you're getting anything tonight."
He frowned and nodded his head, "I should have killed Admoni…Thank God for General Tova."
"We're almost to the door. Let's just get out of these clothes and go to bed." Bonnie said wearily.
Ron perked up a bit, "Did I really tell the Prime Minister his wife was a good looking MILF?"
Bonnie closed her eyes as she unlocked the door, "It wasn't it his wife but his daughter."
"Oh my bad…" Ron said absently as he walked into the apartment.
"You're just lucky he didn't know what MILF meant." Bonnie said as she closed the door behind her.
"I can't see anything."
Bonnie switched on the light, "Better?"
"Yea" He said as he staggered into the kitchen. He pulled a very green looking naked mole rat from his pocket and sat him in the sink.
Rufus looked up at him, grinned before vomiting into the drain of the sink.
Ron made a face, "Oh, thanks for waiting till we got home."
"You are so cleaning up the mess in the morning." Bonnie said as she screwed up her face in disgust.
"I was a whole man before Admoni ordered us into Gaza…" Ron said as he picked up the unconcious mole rat and sat placed him in his box. He then rinsed Rufus's mess down the drain.
Bonnie could hear the sadness in his voice, and she knew just how to cheer him up. She wrapped her arms around him, "Come to bed, I'm horny for you."
Ron's stood up straight, "Cool…horny works for me."
She took Ron into the bedroom and undressed him. Once he was in bed he quickly fell asleep. Bonnie frowned and tugged on his ear, "I have got to get you under control or we are going to loose everything."
