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A host of other villains appear: Ra's al Ghoul from Batman Series; Tony Stark (Iron Man), Captain America, Thor, and Hawkeye, from Avengers, created by Stan Lea and Jack Kirby, also published by Marvel Comics; Spider-Man, created by Stan Lea and Steve Ditko, and expanded by Brian Michael Bandis, and published by Marvel Comics under The Ultimate Spider-Man, along with Villains, Modok and Doctor Octopus, Otto Octavius.

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Back Into The Thick

"Boys, let's go," James assumes full authority.

He rarely used that tone. The twin terrors knew, when he did, you don't argue with him. Both boys bound downstairs without delay.

James, Anne, Tim, and Jim get outside, stopping cold. They couldn't believe their eyes. Whoever these people were, they'd popped James and Anne's hoods disabling their distributor caps, flattened both vehicles tires, then set the van and car ablaze.

Kim, in the meantime, had more pressing matters to worry about. Her actions would have rippling repercussions for years to come. She could only pray her team could work through their differences.

She activates her wrist kimmuncator shouting mid-flight, "Wade!"

Wade stirred a bit, and rolls over in bed, but didn't wake up. He snuggles back into his pillow and pulls the cover back over his head.

"Wade," she screams his name louder.

Her voice reaches into his mind's deepest recesses. Wade stirs, his eyes flutter open. His groggy mind registers the piercing sound invading his bedroom. Only Kim's jetpack operating on full burn would produce this hellish moan. He leaps onto his feet, awake in 3-seconds flat. He plops down behind his desk, waking up his computer. "Kim," he yawns a bit, "what's wrong?"

"Wade, enact Alpha-Alpha-3. Team Possible's going dark".

"What happened?"

"I just neutralized sixty armed assailants, all dressed in black fatigues and carrying assault/laser rifles, who invaded my house intending on murdering my family and me. I've been shot several times. More hostiles are at Ron's house now, possibly headed your way, too. Get underground now! I hope I survive this, so we can regroup and discuss my actions tonight. Maybe we can save our friendship and team," she kills the connection. The kimmunicator goes dark.

Wade stares bewildered at the blank screen. For a full second or two. He debates what could've driven her this far. He shelves that internal debate for a later date. He rushes into his parent's room, woke them up, and share what Kim told him.

The load family immediately left with the clothes on their backs.

Middleton PD arrived at the Possible's house 3-minutes later.

First responders discover the house sitting empty. The front door blown slam off its hinges. Every window shattered. Their frames and sills scorched black, and still smoking. Mutilated bodies scattered amidst the scorched, bloody vinyl siding fragments and other debris littering the front and back lawns. How could they miss the burnt-out husks of the homeowner's car and van? d

Hobble and his partner concur, whatever happened out here started inside the residence. That was where they headed next. It didn't really shock them. The home's interior was in worse shape than its exterior. Mass explosions erupted inside, killing more masked assailants, punching holes through the lower level walls, and scattering vinyl siding about the yards.

Officer Hobble exits the Possible's residence. An indistinct carp pulls into the driveway. A grey sedan, like the kind used by police detectives. Only problem, Middleton PD didn't have any. Hobble stops cold, not taking any chances, after what'd happened here today. He unbuckles his holster strap, resting his hand atop his Glock 17.

A male and female gets out and makes their way towards them. Hobble's partner gets behind him, unbuckling her holster as well.

The woman notices their defensive posture. One wrong move and they'd fire. She keeps her hands in open view, flipping her badge introducing themselves, "My name's Sergeant Detective Mel Carvallo with the Colorado State Police, and this is my partner, Detective Tyler Ross".

"Okay, we know who you are," Hobble kept his hand atop his Glock 17. He got his point across loud and clear. He still didn't trust them. "Why are you here?"

"So many people called 911. Most reported gunshots originating in or near this address. Governor Wilcox called our chief. My partner and I were already in town on another case. He reassigned this case to ascertain what happened here".

Proper Authority

Local police usually resented when the state or federal counterparts come in and take over a case. Hobble didn't mind. He'd learnt everything he could here. Regulations stated at least one officer must remain on scene, until relieve.

"Lil, stay here and secure this scene".

"Where do you think you're going?" Sergeant Carvallo protests him leaving the scene.

"Check the neighborhood," he responds, starting towards his car.

"We…."

"My partner can help you with anything you need," he cuts her off.

He funnels his hands over his mouth calling out, "Annie!"

"James!"

"Boys!"

"Miss Possible!"

"Know the family?" Detective Ross questions the officer's objectivity.

Hobble wasn't a detective. Even he discerned his intentions, "We're not family or friends, if that's what's worry you, Detective. I've interacted with the family since their daughter started to work for Global Justice".

"A federal agent lives here?"

"Yea, Ma'am," Hobbles shakes his head.

"What idiot would send so many heavily armed soldiers after a single agent?" Sergeant Carvallo surveils the carnage left behind.

"This agent's a one woman wrecking crew. She's one of Global Justice's best, even helped them close some high-profile cases. She and her family made it out alive".

"How can you be so sure, Officer?"

Hobble detects her partner's condescension replying, "Their bodies weren't inside the house. I'm going to patrol the neighborhood. Maybe I can spot them".

"Regulations state…" Ross goes to quote police procedure.

"My partner can help you," Hobble jumps into his idling car, backs outside the driveway, and starts his neighborhood patrol.

One Good Turn

"I don't believe this," Sergeant Carvallo huffs incredulously. What senior officer leaves his rookie partner in charge of such a high-profile murder scene? She did learn vital piece of information before he deserted his post, though. She pulls out her cell phone dialing Global Justice.

Dr. Director was inside her office, pouring over recent INTEL reports. She'd asked Will Du to trace her protégé's activities over the last six months. Even she wasn't prepared for what he'd find. Her home and academic activities were easy to corroborate. Her work and mission activities proved way more challenging than she ever imagined.

Du uncovered double, triple, and, in some cases, even quadruple official records concerning Agent Possible's project activities. Some documents projected her in major roles. Others relegated her to grunt work. A few hinted, DOD revoked her security clearance.

Her missions shrouded in double ambiguity. More than one field briefing documented her doing two different tasks, in two different places—a few on opposite sides of the world. She couldn't have been in both places at the same time.

It'd take a little time, patience, and dogged determination. She'd sift through these bureaucratic lies and uncover what she's really been doing this whole time. These false leads confirmed one thing. Agent Possible has been moonlighting with a rival organization behind her back. School was only a cover. Her bosses would have her directorate when they learn the truth.

Her landline ring, disrupting her private mediation. She snaps up the receiver on the second ring grumbling, "Yea!"

"Dr. Director?" A woman asks on the other end.

"Speaking".

"Ma'am, does a Kimberly Anne Possible work for you?"

Dr. Director drops her head, rubbing her temples. She resists the urge to curse bitterly. Why'd every case lately center around a single agent? Kimberly Anne Possible. She'd fast become a volatile topic inside G.J.'s board room, and fast outgrowing her worth.

"Part-time, yes," she quantities her agent's employment status. "Why? What does this concern?"

"It seems, Director, someone wants your agent dead regardless the cost," she replies.

Her mind kicks into overdrive contemplating, "Why would you say that Miss…?" Dr. Director leaves her caller's last name hanging.

"Sergeant Melanie Carvallo with Colorado State Police," her caller introduces herself, then moves on unto more pressing matters. "A small army of masked assailants attacked her home tonight".

"Was she home?"

"Uncertain, Director, but I assume so".

Dr. Director despised inferiors stringing her along. She leans into her phone thundering, "You assume so!?"

Beyond A Shadow

"I know so," Sergeant Carvallo sputters, regretting the uncertainty in her voice.

"Which is it? Do you? Or don't you?" Dr. Director pounds her desk.

Global Justice was once as secretive as the NSA. Nowadays? Not so much. The organization rose to international fame during the Lorwardian invasion. Dr. Director earned an intimidating reputation, too, especially noted for playing mind games. Several colleagues lost their jobs over pissing off the enigmatic, temperamental woman.

Sergeant Carvallo didn't wish to suffer the same dismal fate. She decides to answer the woman honestly, and pointedly, "I can't be certain, Director".

So many people consistently lied to her lately. People who's supposed to help, not hinder her work. Her bosses and upper management peers in sister agencies continued to compound their lies. Plus, she'd had to fire three moonlighting agents this week along, and it wasn't even Tuesday yet. Even her so-called political and corporate 'allies' joined the wolves gathering at her door.

She detects the finality in her caller's voice. She wasn't lying. Dr. Director softens her tone, "What do you know, Sergeant?"

Sergeant Carvallo detects the abrupt tone change. She relaxes her nerves a bit replying, "My partner and I searched the home's interior. We didn't find your agent or her family's bodies inside".

"What did you discover?"

"This, Director," the sergeant activates her smartphone's camera. She tours the property, inside and out, documenting everything very closely.

"Dear God," Dr. Director gapes amidst the carnage. She recovers, finding her voice again, "Did you find any survivors?"

"None, Director," she replies curtly. "We checked, before notifying our superiors and advising a state certified structural engineer assess this place, before CSI attempt to process it".

"It's a total gut job, isn't it?"

"I believe so," Sergeant Carvallo nods her head. "I'm just waiting on a certified structural engineer to confirm this for my report".

"Where's my agent?"

"I honestly don't know. A local cop, Herbert, Hanson…" She spews random names.

"Hobble?" Dr. Director knew the local police officer well.

"That's him," the state detective snaps her fingers.

"What'd he do exactly?"

"He was so irresponsible," she asperses the man's professionalism. "That imbecile left his rookie partner behind…"

Dr. Director couldn't believe her ears. Hobble was Middleton PD's Will Du. He went by the book on everything. And yet, he discarded regulation. Why? "To do what exactly?" She interrupts the sergeant's rant.

"He claimed to patrol the neighborhood, suspecting the Possibles escaped, but were scared, possibly hiding somewhere nearby".

"I bet I know where," Dr. Director hung up.

Poking The Sneak

She'd no soon ended this conversation. Her door bursts open. "Director," Will Du accost her without apology, "you must see this".

"It'll have to wait. Let's go," she reaches into her drawer grabbing her badge and gun, then heads out, motioning for him to follow.

Will didn't argue. He knew better. He follows his boss upstairs and onto the G.J. rooftop. A CH-47F sat atop the helipad, already loaded with three fully armed strike teams. "Where are we going, Director?"

"To bring Agent Possible in for questioning," she skirts his question. Dr. Director knew he wouldn't drop the issue. She'd have to distract him. He'd uncovered something before bursting into her office. She doubted anything he divulged could top what she'd already uncovered in this case.

Possible butchered all those people. She couldn't pretend it never happened. As her recruited and boss, she'd have to answer for her junior agent's actions. The paperwork alone would be bad enough. The press, politicians, and especially the various review boards would e a virtual nightmare.

"What do you have, Commander?" She resolves, if he has worse news, she might as well get it over with. At least it'd distract him from asking the wrong questions in public and help her prepare for what may come next in this case.

"I already know about what transpired at the Possibles. Agent Possible slaughtered everyone attacking her family. She then charged outside…" He swivels his laptop pressing play. A video pops up on screen. Kim leaps into the air. Her jetpack's engines igniting on full burn.

Dr. Director catches something in the background. She touches the touchscreen pausing the video, then zooms in closer. A tiny speck comes into focus. The object grainy, and distorted. "What is that there, Commander?"

Will Du was ready and waiting. His boss was tenacious and observant. Very little got past her. He lays a satellite surveillance blow-up in her lap.

Her single good eye examines the photo, every square inch, easily identifying their mysterious object, "A drone?"

"Not just any drone, Director, it's a next-generation autonomic attack droid," he shouts over the huge helicopter's dual engines.

"Were you able to trace who manufactured that damn thing?"

"Better than that," he beams with accomplishment. "It was a prototype AAN-D model, Advanced Autonomic Neutralization-Droid, built by Trask Industries in Virginia".

Dr. Director curses aloud, socking the bay's metallic interior. Her protégé betrayal hurt bad enough. Her superiors' continuous lies only compounded her grief, making her job harder. Now this. "Was this a Hydra drone?" She demands, praying she's wrong.

"Yea, Ma'am, I am," Will nods sheepishly, gauging his boss' reaction.

"Talk about poking the sneak," Dr. Director rubs her throbbing temple. The bad news kept coming in this case. "We haven't heard from Hydra in nearly a decade. Last thing we heard, a power vacuum erupted among its ranks, following the old man's death, then Hydra simply vanished off the radar. What could Agent Possible possibly have done to infuriate Hydra's new bosses so severely?"

Wanted DOA

"I don't know exactly, Director" he shrugs. "Whatever she did, they were willing to risk full exposure to get even. I mean, they sent a virtual army…"

"That so called army was a distraction," Dr. Director interrupts. He missed what was right before his own eyes.

"How so, Director?"

"Wise up, Commander," she reprimands his inattentiveness. Her job was already in jeopardy. She couldn't have her best agent acting like a rookie. She'd never save her job.

Sergeant Carvallo emailed several scene images outside the Possible residence. She'd studied them closely, noting something peculiar. How her top man missed it defies logic. She double-clicks, bringing up a random image, asking, "What do you see now, Commander?"

The image displayed assailants dressed in bright red jumpsuits with black embroidered Greek letters. Will slaps his own forehead, censuring himself. How could he be so stupid? He'd studied these images numerous times, even noticed the drone, but missed this. "Two WEE Alpha Assault Companies…"

"Do you grasp what probably transpired now, Commander?" She tests his perception of things.

"I believe so?" He wasn't so sure anymore. His confident shaken a little, after missing that assault team's WEE insignia.

"Answer this question then, Commander. Why was a Hydra droid back up a WEE assault?"

"I'm not positive, could it have something to do with Hydra's stolen droid?"

Dr. Director couldn't believe her ears rasping, "Who the hell would be stupid enough to steal from an international terrorist organization like Hydra?"

"Eugene Keitel, President and CEO of Trask Industries, named two primary suspects…"

"Don't tell me," Dr. Director didn't have to hear one suspect's name. Most controversy in her life all centered around a single agent lately, "He named Kim Possible".

"…and Natasha Romanoff," he names the second suspect.

"Black Widow? What does she have to do with this attack against my agent?"

"Eugene Keitel reported Trask Industries' AAN-D droid stolen early yesterday morning, during the wee-hours".

"That's around the same time Agent Possible fell off the radar, wasn't it?" Again, she prayed she was wrong, but knew, she wasn't.

"Trask Industries' droid went missing roughly 2-hours, after Agent Possible's disappearance," Will confirms what she already knew. "Eugene Keitel even presented video surveillance putting both women inside Trask Industries an hour before when they allegedly stole the company's prototype drone. Here," he hands her official documentation, "Virginia State Police and the FBI have issued bolos for both women's immediate arrest, including their names, general descriptions, even composites detailing the various ways they might try to disguise themselves".

Blind Spot

"Obtain a copy of that surveillance tape, and have our digital forensic experts validate this CEO's claim against my agent".

"Do you think she may've been framed, Director?" Will ponders what she may be thinking.

"I don't know, Commander. Maybe," she entertains the possibility.

"Let's say she was, hypothetically speaking, of course. Why would Keitel frame Possible?"

"Shouldn't that be obvious, Commander?"

"Guess not," he couldn't imagine why.

"Possible must've discovered WEE and Hydra's collaboration. She may even know what they have planned. Only time will tell. Either way, she hit them in their blind spot, where it hurts most".

Will builds upon this scenario deducing, "That may be true. But, she doesn't have any proof. She must've know G.J.'s board would never approve such a risky operation without solid evidence, and you couldn't go against their wishes without losing your chair".

"Precisely," Dr. Director elaborates a little deeper. "Why else would a mere junior agent consort with known terrorists, as well as our own board members' bosses, constituents, and financial backers?"

"You suspect she might be cultivating potential assets to build a solid case against Hydra and WEE, probably in a bid to expose double agents working amidst the global intelligence community, and passing along sensitive information endangering countless agents' lives, don't you?"

"That'd be my guess," she remarks offhandedly.

"That would explain a couple of things".

"Like what, Commander?"

"Local authorities in Chitre, Panama, South America, discovered Estevan Chicote, a.k.a. Red Iron, dead early this morning. He'd been shot twice, execution style. The corner estimates he'd been murdered around 12-16-hours earlier".

"What's your point, Commander?"

"He dodged the American CIA, Israeli Mossad, Russian GRU and SVR , German BND, Australian ASIS, Indian RAW, British MI-6, Chinese MSS, and half a dozen other intelligence agencies around the world for nearly a decade. And they all failed to bring him to justice. Someone was protecting this guy. It's a little convenient, he speaks with Possible and winds up dead less than 24-hours later".

Both Ends Against The Middle

"You think he lost his protection, and became expendable?"

"Yea, Ma'am, I do. But, that isn't my primary point here," he delves deeper. "You may not like what I about to propose. I only ask you keep an open mind. I believe, Possible set Red Iron up as a patsy. She milked him for information, then stole Hydra's new droid…"

Dr. Director shocks her young assistant agent. She didn't censure him but pursues his line of reasoning, "The CIA long suspected but could never prove Trask Industries being a Hydra front".

"What if this droid could somehow expose Hydra and WEE's collaboration, possibly even incriminate Keitel, too?"

"Interesting question, Commander. One, in fact, I hadn't considered. If it could, that raises a loaded question. Where's this AAN-D droid now?"

"Destroyed," he sighs crossly.

"What happened?"

"Possible massacred those people attacking her house. She charged outside and leap into the sky. This droid came online less than 30-seconds later".

"Why weren't Trask's techs able to recall their attack droid?"

"Keitel claims they tried several times. He even presented computer print outs, documented every effort. Their techs theorize, the autonomic interface rejected their command codes, and assumed an attack posture, because the A.I. sensed itself under attack. The targeting scanners immediately locked onto Agent Possible and went in for the kill.

Our cyberneticists concur with Trask's. Only an unauthorized person trying to tamper with the droid's internal programming could explain the A.I. disregarding its operational directives. The experts suggest, the system became confused, falling back upon its base programming. The targeting scanners kick into full gear trying to stop or contain this breach. For whatever reason, the A.I. locked onto Agent Possible. Keitel maintains that proves she was responsible for their droid's malfunction".

"Damn," she curses aloud, not liking this setup one bit.

"I agree, we have a 'he said, she said' scenario here," Will shares his boss' outrage.

"Not quite," she amends his perception again. "Keitel has that damn video, and now an electronic fingerprint, both incriminating Agent Possible. What does she have? Her word alone. What really irks me? Hydra and WEE want her dead, and have us do their dirty work".

"Yea," Will despised this aspect of his job, "the law dictates we bring her to justice. We do, and their double agents will have an easier time silencing their bosses' problem. It simply doesn't seem fair at times, I tell you that".

"We can't let emotion dictate our actions, Commander," she sets him straight. An effective agent must have a certain mindset. Don't, and he'll never be effective at his job. He'd let the more distasteful aspects of his job detract from the good he's doing.

"Motives aside, she broke the law. Whether we agree or disagree with her actions is irrelevant, we must uphold the law and bring her to justice. Don't, and we're no better than those manipulating us".


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