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Previously
"What are we going to do about it?"
Ron looked at her and gave her a great big smile and said, "I don't know! But I'm hungry! Drew, have you got anything to eat around here?"
Drew thought for a second and asked "How about some waffles? I've got a whole refrigerator full of them."
"Great!" said Ron as the room started to empty of everybody but Betty, as they all headed to the kitchen. "But this time Drew, hold the dill pickles."
Betty sat down and tried to understand what just happened in the room and how in the world they were going to defeat the two computers that had merged into one unit that could make Hitler look like a baby crying for his mother.
But the one question in her mind that over rode them all was, "Dill pickles and waffles?"
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As everyone sat around the kitchen table as Drew was pulling waffles out of his refrig and nuking them for people, the conversation went on about what they could do.
"Drew?" asked Wade. "How did you come up with the programming skills to create the AI program for the 900 series when the BeBes were such a flop?"
"Oh, ah remember Dr. Freeman and his collection of talking appliances and car? When I had him reprogram some destruco-bots for me, I e-mailed a copy of his programming to myself. The 900's were a variation of that programming."
"Tim is there any chance that we can trace the signal for that Battle computer back to it?" asked his sister.
"No. The signal it uses has a very small range, only eight feet or so. They didn't want it to be detectable to their enemies." he replied. "And before you ask, you can forget about trying to jamb it. You would have to be standing in-between it and the other computer."
"What about the other computer?" asked Ron. "Can we trace or jamb that one? Please pass the syrup please."
"No." said Drew as he sat down a heaping plate of hot waffles. "If we started jamming or trying to trace some of frequencies it uses to communicate with the synthodrone or its computer, it would just start scanning till it found another. We'd have to jamb them all at the same time and so far as tracing the signal, there would be no way to know which one to trace. Here's the butter too."
"What about replicating the original chip for the 900 series?" asked Wade? "We could then monitor the chip to get the frequency off it to see which one to trace. Ron, pass the whip cream please."
"Those ten chips were a special order and I had to plug each one separately into the computer for it to recognize it as one belonging to the drones." answered Drew as he sat a second plate full on the table. "The only way that would work would be if we had the original chip from either Synthodrone 900 or 901. Here's the heated peanut butter. It's easier to spread that way."
As Betty walked into the kitchen, Kim asked, in between bites, "Ah Drew, how did Synthodrone 901 dispose of what was left of 900? Is it possible that chip could still be around?"
Drew stopped eating long enough to have a puzzled look on his face. "I'm not sure now that you mention it. I was busy dealing with the problem of replacing the bendi-straws with regular straight ones. Pass the whip cream please. The overhead on those things was staggering!"
"You know." said Betty as she bit into a pickle. "I may know where the remains of the Synthodrone 901 were sent after the massive cleanup at the Bueno Nacho Corporate Tower."
The sounds of forks touching china ware and sounds of eating stopped and everyone stared at the head of Global Justice as she continued. "I believe the remains were sent directly over to Dr. Renton and Dr Porter at the Robotics Lab at the Space Center in Middleton for study. They may still have it."
Both Wade and the twins dropped everything and headed towards the door.
"Hey!" yelled Kim. "We can give you a ride down in the Sloth!"
"No need Sis." said Jim.
"We flew up in the." said Tim "Kiminator Mark 5. We can be there." said Jim.
"In less than fifteen minutes." finished Tim.
Wade had a scared and worried look on his face but he followed them out anyway. "Gotta go!"
"Well, said Betty still munching on her pickle. "I had better be off also. I have to start a full search within our Headquarters to make sure they didn't just move to a different section to pick up where they left off, start a full check or our computer systems for intruders or left overs and return one former top agent for disciplinary procedures, although it will probably end up being a slight slap on the hand compared to what he deserves."
Drew shook his head and started clearing the kitchen table.
"Wait. What?" asked Ron. "You're going to let him get away with that? I mean not only what he said about Kim, but what he did, authorizing that hook up?"
"What choice do I have." she replied with a bit of frustration creeping into her voice. "You have no idea how thinly spread out we are right now. I don't have a single agent to replace him with and right now our prospects for the future are slim. No matter what else he is a competent field agent. If I had one good prospect, I could drop him, but as it is, that isn't going to happen." she crossed her arms as she finished and stared at the floor.
Ron looked at Kim, who took his arm and patted his shoulder, silently telling him that whatever he decided, she would back him all the way.
"Director, have you reconsidered my request about my taking the oath?" he finally asked.
"No, because we saw no real signs of any future commitment on your part. I might be willing to review it though in the light of what's happened."
"Do that." he said looking at Kim. "If you do that, I'll reconsider too."
"Very well. I'll mention it to my superiors after we get out of this mess. In the mean time, I have a trip to make." she said as she left.
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After Betty left, Kim put her hand on Ron's arm and said, "Ron, would you take me home now please? I guess I'm not quite as 100% as I thought I was."
"Gottcha KP. No problemo." He then took her hand and kissed it. "It's been a rough couple of days, for both of us."
"Ah, before you two go, can I have a word please?" asked Drew from the sink.
"Sure." said Kim. "Something more to add?"
After sitting down at the table, Drew continued. "Yes. No. Nothing more so far as the problem, but I, err... ah...we... Shego and I, have a favor to ask you two."
Kim and Ron sat there waiting for him to continue. He was not comfortable that much was clear.
"Once again, I'm sorry if I hurt either of you rehashing the problem and the history of the 900 series. I really am sorry about that now."
When they acknowledge what he said with a smile and a nod, he went on."Both Shego and I have made some enemies in our lives on both sides of the law. We've tried to make reparations for the damages we did during our take over the world schemes, but some people still hold grudges. Likewise, some of our former associates aren't happy that we went over to the other side and we're doing so well. The main thing that we worry about is our daughter. If something should happen to the two of us, her care would either go to my side of the family or her's. I really don't want either my mother or Eddie to care for her and Shego doesn't want her brothers to have anything to do with raising her, so that narrows it down to just two people that we both trust to raise her properly and raise her as their own."
As Kim and Ron sat there waiting for him to continue, Drew realized that they had no idea whom he was referring to.
"I'm talking about you two." There. He came out and said it.
Kim's eyes went wide from surprise.
Ron looked at him and asked, "Us too what?"
Kim, still staring at Drew, gave a gentle elbow to Ron, who looked at her.
Then at Drew and then back at her and finally back at Drew and said, "Oh."
"Oh!"
"Ohhhhh!" and Ron's eyes went wider than Kim's.
Drew then continued since he now had their attention saying, "It's a big decision and neither Shego or I want this to happen anytime soon, well never at all. We both realize that you two will need some time to think about this and..."
"We'll do it!" answered Kim, cutting him off.
Before anyone else could say anything, she said. "No. Wait. You're right, We need to talk about this, Ron and myself. This isn't a Team Possible decision that I can make by myself. This is a Team Stoppable decision and it will require both of us to agree to it since it would affect both of us." She finished and took Ron's hand and gave it a hard squeeze and gave him her best smile.
She and Ron had talked about the fact that married life might be harder on her than him because they would both have to realize that they would have to know that their partner had as much a vote in all things as each one of them did. Kim had always taken the lead on their missions in high school and Ron had been okay with that, trusting in her. After Ron stepped up, he made it clear to her that he had no desire to change that arrangement, and happily had her back and followed her lead. That's not to say that she didn't switch and let him lead and she had his back. It just wasn't the norm. That was Team Possible.
For Team Stoppable they had agreed to try and share the responsibilities of their lives and decisions. They were to be joint whenever possible and she knew that that would take more effort on her part than Ron's. This was something she wanted to share with him. She didn't know if she could do that with anyone else, but she wanted to, with Ron.
Drew smiled and said, "That's a better answer Kimberly." Drew said as he patted her hand. "And just to let you know, there will be a trust fund set up for her care so that shouldn't be a concern."
"Drew." said Ron. "We asked Shego before we left the hospital, if you two have decided on a name for your daughter. She smiled and said she'd let you tell us."
"Ah. Yes. Well." and once again he looked nervous, but a happy nervous. "We talked for several months about it and after throwing out all the other names we came up with, we decided on Veronica Ann Lipski. It was the only name that we could agree to not to agree on, so that's the name we agreed on."
After a moment, Kim looked at Ron and then back to Drew and said, "You realize that Ann is my middle name don't you?" and then Ron added, "And that Veronica is a female version of Ronald?"
Drew' face took on a mocked look of surprise and said, "Oh it is? I'm sure that that had nothing to do with it. And besides, it's too late now. Little Ronnie's name has already been recorded at the hospital so she can change it later in her life if she wants to. Although I see no reason she would want to.
Do you Auntie Kim or Unca Ronald?"
He smiled as he finished clearing the table, leaving the two young heroes in a state of shocked silence.
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When Betty made it down to the base of the hill after leaving the Lipski's home, she heard the sound of the engines of her Global Justice hover jet start up and as she approached it, the doors open for her to climb on board.
After sitting down in the co-pilot's seat and strapping herself in, Agent Du lifted off and set course for their headquarters in Middleton.
After setting it on auto pilot she turned to Du and said. "I believe we need to discuss your future within the Global Justice organization."
He turned to her and waited. His face was stoic.
"It seems that Mr. Stoppable is now reconsidering his decision about joining Global Justice." she said with her face looking straight ahead.
A puzzled look crossed his face as he said, "Wasn't that why you wanted me to put on that little show up there?"
"Yes it was." she replied turning to him. "But in your zeal to accomplish that, you also brought Agent Possible into it when you referred to all of them as "amateurs," as well as Dr Loade. The target was Stoppable. Not all of them. We only wanted to pull him into the organization. Not push her out."
She paused and then continued with a bit of anger in her voice. "I just wish you hadn't signed that damn work order request concerning item number 83976-54, or at least done a better job on following up the results and shut it down."
"I admit that I had counted on Dr Nomore to keep me better apprised of the results, but you and I have discussed trying to find a way to remove items from our storage rooms for identification and disposal."
"Discussion is one thing. Action is another." she said.
"And I did call you, to get your permission before I signed it, giving the okay." he continued non pluses.
"Damn it Du! I was on my honeymoon!" she said, her anger clearly showing now. "I would have okayed a pre-emptive strike against the White House at the moment you called. If you had only waited fifteen minutes more I would have at least thought about what I said." Calming herself, she finished saying, "I don't even recall what was said, only that you almost interrupted us at a most inopportune time."
"I did record our conversation, as per regulations. I could replay it for you if you desire."
"I do not." she said and then returned he gaze to the front of the ship, thankful that when she had seen the work request this morning as they were getting ready for the meeting she had just attended, she had been brought up to date beforehand.
She immediately notified her superiors of all of the details. They replied telling her to hold tight and wait to see how things played out.
Cover up.
She didn't like it and was ready to take all of the blame and face any repercussions from this event, but she thought she had done more good than harm and still thought she had more good to do.
Her husband had warned her about trying to control Ron Stoppable. He had been unable to do that for the four years he had him in high school and that he thought it best to let the lad help when needed and not attempt to control him.
Betty thought that Ron had too much power and didn't like the idea of him being a force unto himself and she thought she could control him enough to guide him and make sure that he used that power for good.
She hoped she made the right choices.
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