"The security on this place is tighter than Mr. Barkin's ass, how are we gonna get in?" Tara asked Ron eyeing the hotel across the street.
"Wade said a catering service has been called in so we'll diguise ourselves as caterers." Ron said simply.
"That means no guns." Tara said.
"Just the ones I planted inside." Ron said with a grin.
"Do you ever sleep anymore?" the blonde asked.
"Not if I can help it." Ron replied.
"You're good right?" Tara asked. She'd noticed Ron's behavior had been abit more erratic than usual, lately.
"Of course" he replied.
"Alright, I've got a bad feeling on this one, Ron."
"Don't be so pessimistic." he said putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Ok, I mean we've done this a million times before." Tara said smiling weakly.
"That's the spirit." Ron said enthusiasticly.
"Alright the caterers will be here any minute. Get into position." Ron said.
They hid in the alleyway by the hotel. Afew minutes later a catering van pulled up. As the two caterers got out, Ron executed them both, stripped them and hid their bodies in a dumpster.
"I think he's your size." Ron said plainly.
"They were caterers...." Tara said.
"Tara, I don't have time for this." Ron chided.
"What did they do?" Tara asked raising her voice.
Ron dug into a pocket of the checkered pants and tossed her a Hench-co ID tag.
"They work for Dementor?" Tara asked.
"That's right, don't ever doubt me again." Ron said, malice creeping into his voice.
"Ok, I'll plant the charges..." Tara said nervously.
"Good girl." Ron replied.
They made their way into the building, slipping past security. They split up. Tara went one way with a cart, and Ron made his way the ice machine where he'd stashed his pistols the night before. Dementor had to be there somewhere the place was crawling with his goons. Dementor's blood called to him he was so close to completeing his mission. Just six more to go......
Just then he heard someone stumbling about out of the men's room. Dr. Dementor staggered out looking rather ill, food poisining. Ron crept up behind the german man, grabbed him and drug him into the men's room and plunged the kitchen knife into the side of his neck. Blood fountained everywhere as Dementor flail and gurgled as the light in his eyes died.
Ron shed the chef jacket he was wearing, dropping it over Dementor.
"Anything for you." Ron whispered to himself. He then exited the men's room. He knew the body would be found sooner than later. Turned out it was going to be sooner.
"Aw shit Dr D, she got Dementor...." he heard Shego say on a cell phone, as Ron walked up the hall.
"Hey you!" she yelled. Ron turned around with a smile.
"Yes Shego?" he said. The green villainess stood frozen with shock.
"You?! You did all this?!" she said in sheer disbelief.
"What? You think KP killed them all? Sorry to dissapoint." Ron said his boyish grin taking on a darker tone.
"Princess is no killer that's what I've been tellin' Dr. D. But as usual he doesn't listen to me..."
"Hey, you married his blue ass, sounds like you need to work on your communication." Ron chided.
"Fuck you, Stoppable."
"Hey you remembered my name, I'm touched." Ron said sarcasticly.
"In the head maybe." Shego retorted.
"Ya know what? Fuck this." Ron said pulling out two silenced pistols. Shego dove for cover as Ron opened fire.
"Shit shit shit!" Shego said fearfully from behind a trashcan.
"Come get me minty!" Ron jeered from a stairwell.
"You're dead, Ron Stoppable!" Shego yelled as she took off after him.
The merry chase went all the way to the roof.
"Nowhere to run, Ron and princess can't save you now!" Shego said her hands taking that green glow he knew so well.
"Actually, I'm counting on it." Ron yelled over the rotor blades as a Black Hawk helicopter crested the building with a maliciously grinning Kim behind a large machine gun.
"RUN SHEGO RUN!" Kim jeered as she opened fire.
Shego jumped and weaved with super human skill. That's when Josh fixed her with a glare and a glowing symbol resembling scales appeared beneath her feet, and she was frozen in place. Ron simply walked up and put his pistol to her temple and squeezed the trigger, spattering black blood all over the nearest wall. After she fell Ron began waving them away.
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"Bosslady, I got FBI inbound!" Stick said.
"Ron's gotta do his thing Kim, or he'll see you as another obstacle." Father O'Leary said putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Stick, get us out of here." she sniffed head bowed.
"Can do, hold onto your asses." Stick said flying them away from the scene at high speed.
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Ron watched the chopper depart, tears coming to his eyes unbidden. He walked over to Shego's corpse, and kicked it. Just then the roof access came flying open.
"FBI, freeze! Hands above your head!" the agents yelled.
"Took you long enough." Ron said raising his arms.
"You have the right to remain silent...." one agent began as another cuffed him.
"Yeah, you sick bastard we got your girlfriend too." one of the agents sneered.
"Redhead?" Ron asked simply.
"No, the blonde."
"Then you don't have my girlfriend, you have my accomplice." Ron replied with a smile.
"You're going away for a long time, I bet your mother's real proud of you." another agent said.
"She never has been, why should she start now?" Ron chuckled.
"Come on, let's go, Ron." the last agent said. Ron simply looked at him.
"I hear Colorado State Pen is nice this time of year..." Ron said softly.
"Hey, least I could do after you and Kim saved my family from Dr Drakken's death ray."
"Thanks." Ron said with a weak smile.
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What followed was one of the most high profile trial in history. The only thing that saved Ron from the death penalty was the fact that the Rockwallers wanted Ron to rot in a prison cell for the rest of his natural life.
Tara recieved a lighter sentence because her lawyer convinced the jury that Tara had been manipulated by a charismatic madman. Ron didn't argue. His closing argument was a most viewed on youtube for weeks.
"Ladies and gentlemen, of the jury. How many of these people have come into a courtroom to be sentenced only to escape from prison to terrorize the good people of this nation? I should be getting a community service medal, not a prison sentence! What sets me apart from these animals, you ask? Well I'm going to tell you. I actually plan on doing my time." Ron said eloquently. With that he was hauled away. He passed Mrs Dr. Possible.
"Where is my daughter, Ron?"
"Couldn't tell you, but she did get away before the feds got there. She's out there somewhere." Ron replied as the bailiff escorted him to the prison transport.
All she could do was weep.
"At least your daughter's still alive." Mrs Rockwaller said.
"He killed my wife....Dr Possible I'd like to help you find Kim." A familiar voice said. Ann looked up. There was Dr. Drakken in a sharp suit.
"Dr Drakken I presume?" Ann asked sadly, as the courtroom emptied.
"Actually, It's just Drew now. I've decided to go legitimate, I'm a businessman now."
"You? Legitimate?" Ann said with disbelief.
"The love of a good woman made it possible." he said with a sad smile.
"My condolences." she said.
"How are the boys holding up?" He asked
"As well as can be expected." Ann replied.
"So what do you say?" Drew asked offering his hand.
"Alright, I'll take whatever help you want to give." Ann said shaking his hand.
"Well, I certainly hope you're proud, it would appear your daughter's psychosis has rubbed off on Ronald." Jean Stoppable said.
Ann turned around.
"Maybe if you hadn't beat your son like a government mule, maybe this wouldn't have happend." Ann spat back.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Jean replied crossing her arms.
"Christ Jean, I'm a doctor! I've seen bruises on Ron since he was a little boy!" Ann exclaimed.
"I don't have to listen to this! " Jean said clenching a fist.
"Oh, you wanna fight someone your own size?" Ann said stepping up, a light irish broque to her voice.
"Ladies, ladies." Drew interjected. Both women turned to him.
"This is a courtroom for crying out loud." he chided.
"You're right." Ann said shamefully.
"If you'll excuse me, I'd like a word with Mrs. Stoppable." Drew said taking Mrs Stoppable's arm in his gently and escorting her away.
"Of course." Ann said.
"My card, so we can discuss this later." He said handing Ann a business card.
Drew escorted her out of the courthouse and around the corner.
"So what was it you wanted to say to me?" she asked impatiently.
"Your son's courage was remarkable, oh and your soul will make a lovely addition to my collection." Drew said with a smile as he slid the ritual knife home. Jean fell to the ground lifeless as the grisly arcane artifact did it's job.
"Just one more and the master will be appeased. Kim Possible's pure soul will be the icing on the cake!" Drew said walking from the alley with chuckle.
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Author's note: Don't worry folks this isn't the end! The conclusion to this mad-cap ride will be in the next chapter. Also if anyone of you is artisticly inclined and want to do illustrations for this or any other works i have made, past or future, I'd love to see it.