Chapter 11- Break Out
"Yo, Dr D! Where you at?" Shego called out as she walked out of her room while reading the newspaper. She had forgotten her magazines in her room and had been to lazy to walk back and grab a Villians Monthly magazing. So she stole The Examiner from a passing henchman. Glancing at the headlines had brought Shego to a halt and now she was looking for Drakken.
"In the work room Shego. Bring the twins with you," Dr. Drakken replied over the intercom system.
Shego reached over to an intercom and pushed a button, "Twins to foyer, Twins to foyer."
"Yes Mistress?" the reply came from behind her even before she had hung up, causing her to jump slightly. She hadn't gotten used to the speed the clones had and seeing the princess and the buffoon here still made her tense up.
"You two, follow me. We're going to see Dr. D," she ordered as the Ron and Kim clones followed her down the hallway.
Arriving at the workroom, Shego slid a card and the doors slid open with a quiet hiss.
"Dr. D, we need to talk-" she started.
"Not now Shego, there are more important matters at hand. Oh good," he saw the clones standing behind Shego and gestured for them to step forward, "here are the two I wanted to see. There's been a change in plan. You two need to go into stasis for tonight. Plans are being pushed back one day. Leave us now."
"Yes Master," they replied and left the room, the door hissing softly as it closed behind them.
"Now what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" Dr. Drakken asked as Shego grabbed him by the front of his blue jacket and threw him onto his worktable. He tried to get up, but felt a hand on his throat and stopped moving as he saw a lit up finger hovering above his eye.
"Did I forget your birthday or something?" he asked nervously.
"Shut up! 'Over 3,000 Dead'?" she yelled as she read off the newspaper's front page, "Care to explain that one Doc?"
He pushed himself out of Shego's grasp and brushed himself off as he answered calmly, "Yes, That was stage one of the plan. I told you that after you were feeling better and came down here yesterday. Besides, it was your idea to turn the world on Kimberly Ann and the Buffoon."
"But killing people? Are you serious? That'll bring Global Justice down on us in full force!" she yelled.
"Shego, I'm beginning to question your commitment to this venture-"
"Damn straight I'm questioning it! We've never killed anyone in the past! Sure, there's been collateral damage before, but no reported deaths. You are this," she held up her finger and thumb close together, "close to losing your partner!"
"Shego, how would you like to kill Kim Possible?" Drakken asked nonchalantly while cleaning his fingernails, catching her off guard.
"I ought to-What?!" she asked, but seeing him act so carefree about their conversation worried her so she answered, "I'd love it, but let's get back to the topic at hand: the 3,000 you killed last night."
"You have no qualms about killing Kim Possible, what makes killing 3,000 nameless faces any worse?" he asked.
"Hmmm," she said sarcastically while holding her hands up in a mock scale. She lowered her left hand, "One girl who continually humiliates me," she then moved her left hand, igniting it, up while lowering the right hand, "against 3000 dead. Do the math Drakken!"
"I have, and sacrifices must be made for this venture to work. If tonight and tomorrow night goes as planned, we'll be ruling the world by the end of the month, while endorsed by Global Justice I might add," Drakken said smugly as Shego vented at him.
His statement brought her up short, "Wait-how's that going to work? We kinda escaped a couple of days ago from one of their prisons."
"Well tonight, there's going to be a change in Global Justice policy. Before sunrise tomorrow, Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable will both be considered the worst criminals in the world!" He shouted as he brought his hands up in victory but lowered them in thought, "If they aren't already."
"Yeah…so you mean that our record will be swept clean?" she asked sarcastically but seeing the look on his face, she asked with wonderment filling her voice, "You mean this plan will work?"
"Yes Shelby Gorram, the record will be wiped clean and the plan will work. Now, does that work for you? No more past, no more trouble with the law, actually be allowed to do as we please, and you get to kill the princess. What more do you want?" he asked triumphantly.
"A name change."
Will pushed back from his desk while rubbing his eyes and standing up. He checked the clock mounted on his wall and let out a gasp of shock, 8 hours had passed since he and Hiro had checked back in to the offices on the third floor. They had planned on interrogating Jack right when they got back in noon, but paperwork had come up and then a meeting and then…Why is it that my schedule has to get in the way of my life?
He sat back down at his desk and groaned as he heard a knock at the door.
"Enter," he called out as he turned his attention to the papers as the door opened silently. Not looking up he took a sip of coffee and asked, "What is it?"
Hearing no answer, he looked up and saw no one there. What the…
Will felt two feminine hands wrap around his shoulders and snake down his chest, without thinking he gripped the wrists and threw his assailant onto his desk, scattering papers and spilling his coffee.
Wincing, Bonnie Rockwaller looked up at him and smirked before replying, "Baby, I didn't know you wanted to go rough, we'll have to try that next time."
Will looked at the brown haired woman lying on his desk and his mood instantly changed, "Sorry Bonnie. I'm just really stressed at the moment."
"Don't be babe. Last night went perfectly, even better than we predicted. The world is calling for the death of Kim Possible and we're going to give them it," she said with a slight smile on her face.
"Thanks for your help last night. It never would have worked if you hadn't agreed to help us," Will thought for a second, "Though I can't help but wonder why do you want to see Kim Possible brought down? Weren't you two acquaintances?"
"Let's just say that it's a personal matter. One order of business left that she has yet to pay for," Bonnie's eyes took on a distant look, "If I must answer, I'll say that there's one last issue that we need to discuss."
Will looked around as confusion washed over him, "OK. So what brings you here tonight?" he asked.
"Well, I was going to check on what the deal is for tonight, but I think I need to help you relieve some stress," she said suggestively as she sat up while unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse.
"There's a god and he loves me," Will said quietly he stared at her now shirtless form.
"She loves you," corrected Bonnie as she mashed her lips against his.
"You sure about this Wade?" asked Kim as She, Ron and Yori sat in the parking lot outside the Global Justice Administrative and Detention Facility.
The office building was a couple hours out of Middleton, but since Middleton was the closest city, it was knick-named the Middleton Branch. Jack's GTO, minus the back bumper, was parked in a dark patch away from the main entrance and quietly, the trio waited. The drive over had been interesting as Ron tried to avoid any other cars that might recognize theirs. Fortunately, the roads had been relatively clear and the few cars they had passed didn't recognize them. Now Ron silently drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while idly checking the clock, 8:15 P.M., while Kim sat in the passenger's seat and waited for Wade to cut the power and Yori sat in the back seat with a First Aid Kit in case someone was injured.
"Of course Kim. Jack said all he needed was 3 minutes to get out. I'll cut the power at 9:00 and that'll be his cue. Just be waiting in the parking lot, and now that it's dark, it'll be easier to escape," her tech genius assured her.
Kim picked up a pair of binoculars that she had borrowed from Jack's apartment and looked at the entrance to the building once again to see what they were up against.
From the outside, it looked like any other office building that one might find in the middle of nowhere. A standard three-story building made mostly of plate glass and steel girders. Judging from the length of the building, Kim guessed that it was roughly 1000 feet long and about 40 feet high. Behind the building was an airstrip that planes had been taking off from all night. She looked to the south and saw what appeared to be a hole in the ground, but after a car drove into it 15 minutes ago, she guessed that it was a parking garage. That car, she thought, where have I seen it before… Her thoughts were interrupted by Ron who asked, "Hey KP? Can I borrow the binoculars for a second," Ron asked, never taking his eyes off a third story window.
Ron had been staring idly at the building but his gaze was drawn to movement on the third floor and when he looked closer, he became riveted on the window as he saw what was happening.
"Sure Ron, you see anything?" Kim asked, trying to see what it was he was staring at.
"Not sure," Ron stalled as he grabbed the binoculars and adjusted them to fit. Looking at the window, he saw, "All right, I got Will Du and…is that Bonnie?" he asked in disbelief as he saw the two in the office start ripping their clothes off.
"Bonnie?! Where?" Kim asked as she grabbed the binoculars from Ron and stared at the window. "Woah! What is she doing here?" She asked before the realization as to what they were doing hit her.
"Didn't know you could actually do that and I do not remember practicing that routine before," Kim's eyes widened in amazement as her mouth opened in shock, "Dang! That's going to hurt in the morning!" she commented as Ron tried grabbing the binoculars back from Kim.
"Kim give 'em back. I want to see!" he called out as Kim stiff-armed Ron away to keep the binoculars from him.
Yori asked with a smile as she lay down in the backseat, "Stoppable-San, who is this Bonnie-Chan?"
Ron made another unsuccessful grab at the binoculars and answered, "Kim's arch nemesis in high school. Kim and she are always arguing about something. Kim, let me-mpph- see!"
Will closed the curtains and Kim gave the binoculars to Ron and said with a sweet smile, "Here you go sweetie."
Grumbling to himself, Ron set the binoculars down on the center console and went back to thrumming his fingers on the dashboard.
Jack had just finished his book and now was sitting on his bed, softly fingering the pendant of a flower that hung around his neck. Dinner had been uneventful, as he had deflected every question asked of him by both the Possibles and Stoppables. He hadn't wanted to be unfriendly, but if I start talking, it's going to screw up the timeline and my cover will be blown. After dinner, Jack had been left to his book and he hurried to finish it before his escape. So engrossed in his thoughts was he that he failed to notice Ann Possible walk up to the bars and put her arms through them to support herself.
"Who was she?" she asked while staring at him.
"Pardon?" he asked quizzically as her voice jarred him from his memories. Not a question about who he was, or what he was doing here, but a question concerning someone else, a novel concept, he thought with a touch of sarcasm.
"The woman who gave you that pendant and drove you to this state," she answered nonchalantly.
"My state? What's wrong with my 'state'," Jack asked indignantly, causing the others in the cell block to sit up for a second before settling back on their beds.
"Nothing, if you like being an egotistical prick, that is," she replied calmly, her light blue eyes boring into his dark blue ones.
Jack walked over to where Ann was standing and replied, "If you must know, she was the love of my life."
"What happened?" the question that reminded Jack of everything he had done.
He held up his right hand, where a pink burn scar in the shape of a crescent moon resided in his palm. From her medical training, Ann could tell that he had acquired it about six months ago and apart from cleaning it to prevent infection, he had done little else to heal it. It's almost like he wanted that scar to be there, she thought.
Dr. Possible's gasp turned to sorrow as Jack answered, "I left her. Much like in the movies, the rain was pouring down and I tried sneaking out without her finding out. Not very easy to do when your girlfriend is a ninja and completely impossible to hide from. Anyway, she found me just before I left and we had a talk. That is when I acquired this pendant and this scar. Anything else?" he asked with tears in his eyes.
"And why did you show me the scar?" Ann asked.
"I showed you it because most times that I do, people shut up. But you didn't, ergo, I had to tell you the basics," he said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Ann steeled herself and answered defiantly, "I sense a story, and I'm not leaving until I get it."
"There's no convincing you to leave, is there?" he asked, secretly glad that someone was talking to him.
"Don't make me pull the Puppy Dog Pout on you," she jokingly threatened.
"Your daughter almost pulled that on me. However, my girl has a look that rivals the Puppy Dog Pout. But because you asked nicely, I'll tell you what happened," Jack smiled as he let himself relax.
Will was quietly putting his uniform back on when Bonnie called out while wrapped up in a blanket on his office couch, "So you're leaving now? Is that how this works?!"
He hurried over to her and knelt at her side, "No, Bon Bon, I'm going to go interrogate a prisoner and be back here in an hour. After that, we can go back to my place. How's that sound?" he said seductively.
Her eyes lit up, "All right, but be back in one hour. There are some more things I want to try out, have fun," she answered him cheerfully as if he had said he was going to play football with some friends. She scooted under the blanket and watched as he put the rest of his uniform back on. He finally got it on and walked out of his office, blowing her a kiss. Sighing, Bonnie pulled the blanket over her head and allowed sleep to overtake her.
"Oh, that is too beautiful," Mrs. Possible whispered with misted eyes.
Jack just nodded and continued, "And then she swam over to me and removed her-"
He stopped as guards opened his cell, shoved him up against the bars and handcuffed him. He looked at Mrs. Possible and announced, "See you in few days."
He was then led out of the cell and down the hall, ignoring the looks he got from the inmates still left in the prison, mainly the Possibles and the Stoppables.
The guards led him down a hallway and into another hallway filled with windows that showed interrogation rooms. Jack smiled as they approached a holding cell where Edward, 'Motor Ed' Lipsky was on top of the table, wailing on an air guitar and screaming his lungs out. He stopped and started flopping around as a guard approached him from behind and tasered him into submission.
Chuckling to himself Jack thought with a sense of satisfaction, I never liked the air guitar. That'll teach him to screw me over in a job, just wish I was the one who tasered him. Oh well.
Jack was then led into his own interrogation room and as he approached his chair, the guards leading him in shoved him to the ground and started kicking him. For several seconds all that could be heard was the grunting of the guards and the gasps of pain that came from Jack.
Then a calm voice called out, "Guards, do show our guest some respect. He is our guest here after all and we wouldn't want him to feel unwelcome," the guards turned as Will Du and Hirotaka walked into the room, Will holding a folder and Hiro holding a large metal pipe. The guards picked Jack up, sat him in the chair and promptly left the room, but not before securing Jack's hands behind the chair with a set of handcuffs.
Jack flexed his wrists as he observed the two men, Will sitting across from him with a cup of coffee and Hiro standing menacingly behind, slowly hitting the bar against his palm, great, just peachy: the good cop, bad cop routine. I need to find an advantage in the situ- he stopped thinking and stared as Hiro missed his palm and smacked his thumb, eliciting a gasp of pain and curse from Hiro; Will just hung his head in shame.
Jack stared at Hiro in wonder, "Hiro, you were with me when Sensei showed us the Time Stream. We both saw Hana Stoppable throw you across the room using only your thumbs and you mean to tell me that she still did it? You know the future and she still got the best of you? The whole point of knowing the future is changing it," he laughed incredulously at Hiro's apparent screwing up.
Hiro turned red while Will snorted into his coffee in an effort not to laugh.
Fixing his gaze on Will Jack asked calmly, "What are you laughing at Will? You didn't tell Bonnie that you had been thrown across the room by a girl who isn't even out of diapers yet. Tell me, is she as annoying in bed as she is when not in it?" Jack asked instantly putting Will on the defensive.
"How did you-" the Global Justice Agent sputtered.
"I have my ways, that and the fact that you haven't stopped smiling since you arrived in the room. Oh and your hair is messed up," he paused as Will patted his hair down flat. Jack continued, "So you and Bonnie must've finished right before you got here. Correct?" Jack asked.
"Jack Thompson," Will said with menace in his voice as he looked over the folder, "or as Hirotaka told me, your real name is-"
"What is it that you came here for Du? Interrogate me or bore me to death?" Jack asked with a deadly look in his eyes.
Will smiled slightly, opened the folder and pulled out a few photos held together with a metal paperclip. He got up and placed the photos in front of Jack, the farthest ones had pictures of Ron and Kim, and the ones closest to Jack were pictures of Yori. "Since you're across the table, we'll be asking the questions," Will answered tersely.
"Where is Yori?" Hiro asked deeply.
"Closer than you think Hiro, of course if she truly cared for you, she would be looking for you, not the other way around," Jack answered, staring at the photos arrayed before him.
The paper clip had been place close to the edge of the table and was hovering there as if waiting for something. Suddenly, Jack started coughing violently, knocking the paperclip to the floor and he kicked it behind him in during the coughing fit, along with scattering the photos all over the place.
Several seconds later, the fit passed and he was sitting calmly before his interrogators, "What other questions do you two have?" he asked breathlessly.
"Where are Ron and Kim? If it's true that both you and Hiro have seen the time stream, then you know where they are, or at least a place they will be," Will reasoned.
"Why don't you ask Hiro?" Jack asked with a slight smile, knowing the answer, "He was there, he should be able to tell you."
"Hiro didn't see as much as you, therefore, I need to know what you know," Will said, instantly regretting it. Jack now knew that they depended on him, not the other way around.
Jack glanced at a clock on the wall, it's almost time, he thought. Looking at the two men in front of him, "I'm not going to tell you where she is going to be, or where she is at present," Jack smugly said.
Will nodded toward Jack and Hiro walked around the table and slammed Jack across the face with the bar, causing his chair to fall over backwards. Jack shook his head, attempting to clear the stars and dots out of his eyes while his hands danced under his chair trying to find the prize, within seconds it was found and he got to work.
Hiro pulled Jack up by his uniform and set him back upright, "Feel like talking?"
Jack just smiled broadly, his mouth bloody as Hiro continued, "You know, you don't care about yourself and I respect that, reveals a lot about a man's spirit. However, it will not change the fact that when I find Yori I'm going to take her for myself and run the Yamanuchi School. What do you think of that?" Hiro whispered as Jack's eyes tightened in rage.
"I think," Jack whispered, "I'm going to leave now."
Will stood up and walked so he was standing in front of Jack. Scoffing, he asked, "Really? And how do you think you're going to accomplish that feat?"
"By walking out the front door. First, I'm going to give you a black eye, broken nose and leave you unconscious in the corner with your body draped over Hiro's. Hiro, I'm going to knock you out and knock loose a few teeth, and steal your uniform. But ultimately, I'm not going to seriously injure you because escape is primarily on my mind," Jack stated.
"Well that's all well and good, but what makes you think that you're going to escape in the first place?" asked Will sarcastically.
"Because," an audible click resounded through the room, "I picked my lock." Jack said with a smile, holding up the paper clip with one hand and his other hand showed the handcuff dangling from his wrist.
Will and Hiro's eyes widened in shock as they stared at the handcuffs as the clock ticked 9:00 P.M. and the lights suddenly went out.
In the darkness of the room, the only sounds heard were the cries of Hiro and Will as Jack proceeded to make good on his promise.
The mood in the car was tense as the clock ticked 9:00 P.M. Right on cue, the power in the Global Justice office building was cut.
"All right Wade, Power just went offline," Kim reported.
"I'm a little busy right now Kim, but thanks for the confirmation," replied Wade tersely as he fought Global Justice for control of the power grid.
Every time he shut down one line of code that was going to turn the power back on, four more took its place. They've gotten smarter, or Will doesn't trust me, Wade thought as he continued typing frantically. Glancing at a computer monitor off to his side, he saw that, just as Jack had predicted, a satellite office was tracking him. He had routed the signal through nine different locations, but after a minute and a half, only two locations remained. Fifteen seconds later, the signal was traced back to him. Wade lost focus as for the first time in his life, he had been tracked and located.
Shaking his head to get back on track, he reached over and pushed a button that he kept under glass, "Self-Destruct Timer activated. Master Load, you have four minutes to evacuate. This will be your last warning," Wade's computer announced.
Another minute later and Wade knew that Jack's three minutes were up and he let the power restore itself to the complex. Looking around his room one last time, he grabbed a spare Kimmunicator and smiled, it had been fun, and here at the end, he was glad that he had defied the law, if only just this once.
Walking out to his front lawn, Wade grabbed a lawn chair off his deck and sat down with his trademark soda and waited as the sirens closed in on him from all around. Pushing a button on the Kimmunicator, he transmitted a signal to the view screen that he had installed in Jack's GTO. Damn, he loved that guy, the only person, apart from Kim and Ron to see his true potential and still treat him like a human being. Jack especially liked the revolver that Wade had cooked up for him and now, at the end, he only hoped that what Jack predicted would come true.
The screen crackled on the Kimmunicator as the GTO's view screen also lit up.
Kim, Ron and Yori were all looking down in confusion as Wade simply said, "Kim, it's been an honor to have served with you. I only hope that you can do what Jack says you'll do."
He signed off before any questions could be asked and activated a button on the Kimmunicator. It flew off into the night, and Wade hoped that Kim would get a hold of it before GJ.
By now, the Global Justice sedans had pulled into his driveway and officers jumped out of their cars, all brandishing their guns at Wade. Nodding to the lead officer, Wade raised his glass in a salute and said, "You really don't want to go into my house."
The officer cocked an eyebrow and asked, "Why?"
KA-BOOM!
A massive explosion rippled through the neighborhood. Cars were overthrown, officers flung across the street, windows shattered, but through it all, Wade sat sipping his drink and staring at the carnage that flew around him. Wade's house was demolished in the explosion and as the officers had regained their senses, Wade answered smugly, "That's why."
The officer who had been talking to Wade before the explosion pulled himself to his feet and with a glint of anger in his eye, he pulled out a set of handcuffs, "Wade Load you're under arrest for the…"
Staring in shock at the now blank screen in front of them, Team Possible and Yori failed to notice when all the lights at the Global Justice facility turned back on. Seeing this new development, Ron started the car and sped towards the front entrance where Jack was just emerging from, minus his orange jumpsuit and wearing Hiro's uniform instead. Exiting the building, he ran towards the approaching GTO, but stopped in shock as he saw the lack of a back bumper and several scratches on the paint.
Unable to contain himself, he yelled out, "What did you do to my car?!"
Ron stuck his head out the driver's side window and called out, "Forget about the bumper dude! Building security is after us, and they looked pissed!"
Grumbling silent curses to himself about stupid American drivers, Jack ran to the driver's side door, opened it and simply said, "Back seat, now."
Ron argued, "No way dude, I'm driving," he gripped the steering wheel tightly in defiance.
"No, my car, I'm driving. Back seat no questions," Jack ignored the agents that started to swarm out of the building as he locked eyes with Ron.
Ron brown eyes wavered for a second as Jack's blue eyes cut into his and pierced his soul. After several seconds of this stare down, Kim interrupted, "Jack you drive, Ron get in the back. Just GO!"
Grumbling about how bossy women are, Ron slid into the back seat next to Yori, "Is your boyfriend always like that?" he asked as Jack slid behind the wheel.
"Only when someone messes with his car," she remarked as Jack floored the car and sped out of the parking lot.
Will groaned and rubbed his head. His eye was hurting and his nose felt like it was broken. Looking around, he realized that he was-Why am I draped over Hiro? Moreover, where the hell is his uniform? Pulling himself groggily to his feet, Will tried to remember what exactly happened while the lights were out. Struggling, all he could remember was that the lights went out and a dark shape that seemed to fly around the room. His head had been pressed into the table, and that was when he had felt his nose crack. The eye pain had come when he swung at the dark shape flitting around the room, only to see the shape swing back and hit him in the eye with pinpoint accuracy. That was the last thing he remembered before he woke up draped over an unconscious, and nearly naked Hirotaka.
"Get up," he groaned, kicking Hiro in the side.
Hiro groaned and slowly came awake, "Where are we?" he asked. "And where are my…Damn you Jack Thompson."
Even in their present situation, Will allowed himself a laugh at Hiro's condition, but the laugh was cut off as Global Justice security officers burst into the room, guns at the ready. Seeing Hiro in his boxers and Will standing over him, the officers could only stare in shock.
Will snapped the guards out of their shock with simple commands, "What are you standing here for? Go get a spare uniform for Hirotaka! It is obvious that Thompson stole his uniform and has probably escaped. One month paid overtime vacation to the officer who brings that bastard in!" he shouted at the guards who turned and fled the room. Will turned his attention to the table where his PDA started vibrating signaling an incoming message.
"Get some clothes on," he ordered Hirotaka as he picked up the little black devise and read Will, see me in my office in ten minutes. Betty.
Sighing, Can this night get any worse? he thought as a guard came back into the room and hesitantly announced, "Sir, Jack Thompson has escaped. Apparently there was a black GTO waiting outside the structure and he drove off in it." Seeing Will's reaction, the guard cringed and tried to flee the room.
"Anything else?" Will asked with a voice of gravel, stopping the guard cold.
"Yes sir," the guard who was halfway out the door gulped before answering, "We cannot get any air units to track them. Apparently they were all disabled somehow. Also, we were alerted to Wade Load's house tonight after we detected a signal being transmitted from there that disabled all the power in this holding facility. When we approached Mr. Load, his house blew up."
"Is there anything left to track Team Possible with?" Will asked, massaging his temples.
"No sir. We have taken him into custody, although, before we arrived, we did see him talking on a Kimmunicator and he sent if off somewhere," the guard replied obviously fearing for his life.
"Do you know where?" Will asked.
"No sir. It appears to have vanished," the guard reported nervously.
"I suggest that you find it, that Kimmunicator is our only ticket to finding Team Possible now," Will suggested coldly before allowing the guard to flee.
Clenching and unclenching his fists, Will walked out of the room and up to his office. Pulling out his cell phone, he dialed Fukushima, demanding a status update.
"Speak," the voice whispered.
"Where are you?" questioned Will angrily, "The job was supposed to be over by now."
"Relax sir," said Fukushima as he looked at the sign in front of him: Yamanuchi Province 2 kilometers, "Everything is on schedule, and the loose end will be taken care of tonight."
Bonnie had just gotten her clothes on when Will stormed into the office with a look on his face that said he didn't want to talk.
However, Bonnie wanted to know what was going on, "Baby, what's going on? There was a power outage and then alarms started going off…" she trailed off, "and what happened to your eye?" she asked as Will reached his desk, took out the scotch and drank straight from the bottle.
Taking a deep breath, he took another swig and put the bottle back in his desk. "Jack escaped and gave me this black eye and broken nose. Therefore," he reached into another drawer and pulled out a long thin object. Stuffing it into his pocket he continued, "We're going to have to forget about the rest of the night. Go home and I'll call you when it's over."
"I don't think so mister. I want some damn answers and you better tell me, like, NOW!" she yelled the last bit to get his attention as Will started typing furiously on his computer: Drew, phase two in progress, repeat, phase two in progress.
He looked up at the angry brunette standing before him and said calmly, "Bonnie Rockwaller, this place is going to be locked down in 4 minutes, and when it is, it will be impossible to leave for another 12 hours. I can't have you found here, just yet. Tomorrow, all our problems will be taken care of, but right now, I really need you to go."
Huffing to herself, she angrily whispered, "You're sleeping on the couch for the next few days mister." She opened the door and started walking out, stopping in the frame, she shot him an angry look and then walked out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Will sat at his desk, thinking about Bonnie's threat, When this is over, she'll thank me. She's angry now, but she'll see that I do what I do because I love her.
He was jarred out of his thoughts by Dr. Betty Director's voice coming through his intercom, "Will, are you going to keep me all night?"
"Sorry, Dr. Director. I'll be in right away," he replied to the speaker.
Fukushima had infiltrated Yamanuchi without raising the alarms and he now sat on top of the wall, silently plotting his next course of action. He saw his target approach the glade near the parade ground and walk slowly into it. Several minutes later, a toddler with a naked mole rat came wobbling out of the glade, followed by the lunch lady.
Speaking in Japanese, the old woman said, "All right Hana, off to bed with you."
The little girl laughed and tried to run, but the old woman grabbed her and carried her off to the teacher's quarters.
When they were out of sight, Fukushima dropped to the parade ground without a sound and entered the glade.
Senses on high alert Fukushima observed the glade that he had been driven from several months ago. The high bamboo trees made a rustling sound as the wind passed through them and the candles and torches lining the paths cast the glade in an eerie light. The many plants and bushes lining the path had been trimmed recently and thus made his tracking of the target that much easier. He calmly made his way around the stream that flowed through the glade and approached his target. A slight mist was resonating from the stream as he crossed over it and he felt a slight chill wash over him.
"I have been waiting for you, Fukushima," Sensei said calmly as he sat bowed in a clearing before a statue of Buddha.
William Du made his way into Dr. Director's office; her secretary hadn't been at the desk and will could only guess that Marcy had been sent home for the night. Looking around the room, he unbuttoned his uniform front as he sat down in one of her plush leather chairs in front of Dr. Director's desk. Her chair was turned from him and sat looking out over a darkened park where Global Justice agents still ran around looking for clues as to where Jack might have gone.
"Will, do you know why I called you in here tonight?" she asked.
"Thompson escaped, and the amateurs have not been brought in?" he ventured.
"Partially, you're correct on the first count, I want to know how Jack escaped and where he is," she turned to face him, "Do you think you can bring him in for me Will?"
"Yes," a pause, "you said there was a second reason?" he asked her.
"You knew I'd be coming Sensei?" asked Fukushima, amazed at the old man kneeling before him.
"Yes, that is why I sent Stoppable-San and Yuka from here," he replied calmly.
"Then you also know why I'm here," Fukushima replied menacingly.
"Indeed. Do what it is that you are here to do," Sensei countered.
"You know," Fukushima said as he pulled his sword from its sheath, "you are a fool to have stayed here."
"If the oak never falls, no new trees will ever take root," came the enigmatic reply from the kneeling old man.
"Yes, we recently found proof of Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable's innocence. It seems," she reached into a desk drawer and pulled out a folder with the words Top Secret, Director Clearance Only written on top of it, "Dr. Drakken was working with someone inside Global Justice to produce evidence against Team Possible. Something about clones, anyway, I want you to go on T.V. tomorrow and announce that Team Possible is clear of all charges and that this was all a plot of Dr. Drakken," Betty ordered as she pushed the folder towards Will.
"I can do that," he surveyed the contents of the folder, "tell me, has anyone seen this or contacted you since Jack escaped?" asked William.
"No, I got the information earlier tonight from one of our agents in the field. Why?" Betty asked, confused at Will's question.
"No reason," he grabbed the folder and got up to leave. He walked to the door and turned, "I'm sorry Betty."
"For what?" she asked tiredly, massaging the bridge of her nose with her fingers.
Betty suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of a silenced pistol and looked in confusion at the two holes that suddenly appeared in her chest. Touching a finger to the holes, she pulled her hand back to see blood on her fingertips. Looking up, she saw Will still holding the silenced smoking pistol in his hands.
"Will?" she asked weakly.
Picking up the shell casings scattered throughout the room, he casually deposited them in his pocket, flashed a smile and walked to the door.
At the door, he holstered his weapon and buttoned his uniform back up as he called out over his shoulder, "Have a nice night Betty," as Dr. Betty Director slid out of her chair and was dead before she hit the floor.
Fukushima lined the blade up with Sensei's neck and whispered, "Goodbye Sensei."
He plunged the blade down and was rewarded with the sickening crunch and spray of blood as the blade pierced the back of Sensei's neck, severing his spinal column and cutting his windpipe in two. Wiping his blade on the grass, Fukushima calmly sheathed his sword and walked out of the Yamanuchi School without looking back. While he hadn't found Beta, he knew it was only a matter of time before she was found and eliminated.
In the glade, Sensei felt death upon him, but was surprisingly not afraid. He had known that this was coming when he saw it with Jack and yet, he had stayed and faced his death like a man. As his eyes started to dim and he struggled for breath, Sensei's eyes beheld a lotus flower that was blooming in the garden and his thoughts turned to his granddaughter still in the United States with the future sensei of the Yamanuchi School.
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