Jesse sighed as he took a seat at the desktop computer in his room.

"What do you need my help with?"

AJ began fiddling with the camera on top of his desktop while Justin stretched out on the bed.

"You know how they arrested my father a few months ago because they believed he killed this Ruoy Ime…something guy?"

"Yeah, it was all over the news. Time magazine just released a tabloid about Ron Stoppable being Ron Stompable," he said showing the magazine with his friend's father wearing sunglasses and a strange blue suit while putting his hand towards the camera, "Don't tell me that's what this whole visit is about?"

"We have a lead," AJ said with a smile.

Jesse seemed amused.

"What kind of lead?"

"We found out that the person who shot a bullet through our a few days ago, is the same person who put our daddy in jail, which is the same person who is framing him, who is the same person who committed the actual murder!" Anne Jean nearly screamed with excitement as she delivered the last line.

Jesse leaned on one fist, lazily looking at his best friend.

"AJ…that's not a lead."

"What do you mean it's not a lead? Of course it's a lead! It has to be!"

"It's not a lead, AJ. You don't have anyone to match the information up to. You don't have a hint as to what or who the suspect could be. All you have is a tiny piece of information that might be helpful if you match the right person up with this theory."

AJ's heart sank.

"But…we brought Rufus."

At this, the little naked mole rat popped out of Justin's pocket and offers an excited 'Hi' to his human's offspring's best friend.

"I'm sorry AJ, but you guys really have nothing. I mean, if you had a person to match it up to…"

"We were thinking it was that lawyer who was representing that dead guy and put Mommy in the hospital…" AJ said, holding on to that little bit of hope that they could still do something.

"Do you have any proof?"

"Well…no…but…"

"Then you can't match them up. You're assuming. You never wanna assume, AJ. This will basically be a hunch and you don't want that. You're going off information that hasn't been proven yet but because you have a strong feeling that this person is the culprit, you're gonna turn them in and you don't have any facts. The person may actually be innocent and you may end up burning yourself, AJ."

"So what? He did it to our dad. Turnabout's fair play."

"Two wrongs don't make a right."

"But three rights make a left," Justin sat up, wearing a huge smile on his face.

"This is funny to you? Justin, this isn't funny! You said we had a lead!"

"We do have a lead."

"Based on what you're giving me, you don't have much of anything guys," Jesse glanced back at his computer screen.

Justin hopped off the bed and joined his sister at the computer, putting Rufus on his shoulder.

"Well, I didn't give you what I found yet. AJ, remember when I was in the kitchen about to do you-know-what?"

"Yeah, so?" She shuffled a little bit as she recalled that horrific image in her mind.

"Well, I found a strand of hair before I went to bed that night."

"You found a piece of hair in the kitchen? Justin that could belong to anyone." AJ said.

"Not true. I didn't find it in the kitchen. I found it in the living room. Those detectives may not have been as well kept as we thought. They left some evidence behind."

"Do you have it with you?" Jesse asked.

Justin reached into his back pocket, pulling out a small plastic baggy that contained several hair samples and shards of glass.

"They left all that behind?"

"Kinda makes you wonder how much trust you should put into these guys."

Jesse took the bag and examined it.

"You didn't touch any of this did you?"

"Yes, Jesse. I touched a piece of evidence that could actually reveal who framed my father and let the end result turn out to be me because my fingerprints will show up in court."

"Okay, okay. I was just asking," He said as he put the plastic baggy on his desk.

"So how…or maybe I should say why, do I fit in to all of this?"

Justin took the liberty of answering his friend's question.

"We want you to analyze this stuff. See if we can match the DNA up to that lawyer."

"Aren't those detectives your grandmother hired already doing that?"

"That could take weeks, Jesse! We need this stuff analyzed now!"

"Why did you come to me?"

"Because…you're like our little Wade…" AJ said sweetly.

Jesse's left eyebrow arched slightly.

"What?"

"Come on, Jesse. You know all about this computer stuff." Justin said.

"But I'm not a genius. I didn't graduate from college in six months under the age of ten like your uncle."

"Come on, Jesse. You're our only hope right now. We can't really do much since the adults keep looking at AJ and me like we're about to do something mischievous."

"Isn't that what you're doing?"

"For a good cause."

"Please, Jesse. You got the books and the brains. You can do this," AJ's bottom lip began to peek out she flashed her mother's little pout.

Jesse sucked his teeth.

"Come on, AJ. That's not fair! Justin, talk to your sister." He looked over to his friend's brother, but alas, he was flashing that infamous little pout as well. Even Rufus joined in, his big brown eyes becoming as large as saucers as he gave him the same look he gave Kim when he wanted to go to JP Bearymore's.

Jesse sighed.

"You know every time I help you guys it means a boatload of trouble for me?"

"That's the price you have to pay when you're best friends are the offspring of Team Stoppable," Justin said proudly.

"So you're gonna do it?" AJ asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

Justin and AJ glanced at each other for a moment before turning back to their friend.

"No." They said in unison.


Rarely anything spooked Kim Stoppable. She fought a highly trained villainess almost frequently. She escaped self-destructed labs without batting an eye. And even though she was surprised by the crashing of her high school graduation, she was composed throughout most of the alien invasion. But Kim had to give her friend the funniest look as her brain still tried to process what he had just said.

"What did you say, Wade?"

The computer genius sighed heavily as he turned his attention back to the computer.

"This Ruoy Imsesen person that the court is charging Ron with has been dead for three years."

Kim shook her head.

"How's that possible? The coroner said that he was killed four months ago. They even buried him while Ron was in jail."

"Then you might wanna take a look at this Kim," He opened up a window on the computer. Both Kim and Bonnie joined him at the desk.

"What's this, Wade?"

"Seems this Ruoy person was a member of the Green Party organization. He went to Europe on a business trip three years ago. And on the day he was supposed to return home, he collapsed when he was on his way to the airport. He died of a heart attack."

Kim quickly skimmed through the lines of what Wade was reading.

"Wade, where did you get this?"

"From his file. I tapped into his private blog. The amount of security he had almost crashed my computer."

"Your computer?" Bonnie's voice hung over the word 'your.'

Ignoring her, Wade continued.

"He also has an online diary, like you do Kim. Only, his is more private, with a lot more security settings, like on his blog. It took me like thirty minutes to crack the code."

"But Wade, that would mean the coroner was wrong about his death."

Will returned back downstairs, wearing his standard Global Justice uniform, causing his 'girlfriend' to scowl.

"I thought you told me you threw that thing out?"

"I said no such thing, Rockwaller. I merely…"

"I told you to stop calling me that and to address me by my first name!"

"Minding here?" Kim shot the couple a look.

"I was able to lock into a few of the entries he wrote in his diary," Wade said as he pulled up the page. Kim began reading it.

May 16th 2022,

The committee has decided to nominate me as the 2022 Presidential nominee at the National Convention. Words can't describe how honored I am to be presented on such a high pedestal. Along with seven other candidates, I will be competing for the title. My peers have decided yet again to hold the three-hour debate in San Francisco tomorrow morning. Why they are so fond of that city I don't know. This newfound information has caused me to think of home. It has been many months since I seen my loved ones. My dear wife, Melissa, I am oh so anxious to see you again. To hold you and our daughter again. I know you will be elated once I tell you the news. Melissa. Only a couple more months, my love. A couple more months, and I'll be home.

July 6th 2022,

Something's…not right. No, something's wrong. Very, very wrong. This strange feeling of being targeted. This…feeling of being pursued. I feel like I'm being watched. Is it my anxiety? Is it the pain killers I have been taking? Why do I feel as though I'm lapsing out of reality? That reality itself…is fading away? Why do I feel that my time on this Earth…is coming to an end?

August 23rd 2022,

Death. The death angel comes for me. He follows me as I leave this apartment. He follows me as I return. I feel uneasy. I feel scared. Death cannot claim me! Not yet! Am I losing my reason? Am I going insane? What is happening? I feel small, inadequate. I stopped taking the medication I was prescribed. But…I hear voices. Voices screaming at me. Commanding me. I'm not at ease! No, I'm not! I want to go home! I want to go home now! To my loved ones! To my friends! I take the early flight in the morning. This…what I feel…I'm being beaten. Beaten by the fiery pits of hell. It plans to swallow me, taking me to its heated land of the perished.

The three entries were more than disturbing to Kim. The man went from being excited about his recent position, to being paranoid about life itself.

"It's like he knew he was going to die," Kim said once she found her voice.

"That's not the only disturbing thing, Kim. These entries were made three years ago. And that August one was the last entry he made." Wade said as he began reading the passages again.

"That, is just creepy." Bonnie sat back on the couch and crossed her legs. Will decided not to offer any comment, probably because he was too stunned to do anything.

"Wade, how could his family not know about this? Why would they be pinning Ron for murder if this guy died three years ago?"

"I don't know. That's the odd thing about it. There's no way they could have seen these entries since they're hidden from the public. I almost gave up hacking into it when this window popped up."

"This is nonsense," Will finally spoke up, "If you were able to find this information in a day, then it's obvious it's a fake. Anyone could have looked this up."

"Everyone's not a computer genius, Will," Kim continued to look at the computer. She could have sworn she caught something within the victim's name.

"Wade, remember that game Ron and I used to play when we were younger? When we used to rearrange the letters in a sentence and make new ones?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I think I can see something in this guy's name but I don't know. You think you can try to move the words around and make a new one?"

"I'll do better than that. I can get this computer to give me all the possible words that can be formed by rearranging the letters."

He began typing Ruoy's first name into the computer. The results were shown on the screen.

"Your? That can't be the only possibility?"

"It is if you want the word to make sense," Wade began typing in Ruoy's last name.

A few words appeared under 'Imsesen', but the one that caught the Kim and Wade's attention, was the one that stuck out when combined with the previous word. That little phrase caused the four people in the room to freeze in place as they read it to themselves.

Your Nemesis