"Kim, how exactly do you plan on taking him down without the staff?" Ron questioned, as he watched Kim viciously pack every weapon, took and piece of equipment into her ashy tote. He watched her pickup the hairdryer grapple gun, and checked every inch of it to make sure it was in perfect condition. She then shoved it into the bag.

"Last time, I tried to leave here out of the blue and take the Reaver head on. It was a stupid ass mistake. We need a plan. A coordinated strategy. And lucky for us both, I have one." Kim continued to fill her bag with her mission gear, rushing to cram every piece of equipment into the bag. "Okay... then what's your plan?" Ron questioned, leaning against the wall. She didn't answer, she only briefly stopped packing, and turned to look at Ron with a serious face.

"Oh boy.." Ron broke away from eye contact, fully aware she hadn't made a plan of attack quite yet. "She's turned the city into her own playpen. People will be hidden somewhere in the city, or better yet most of them have already left by now." Kim picked up her Kimmunicator gloves, making sure they turned on and off without and problems.

"And we're gonna use that against her." She slightly smirked, and finally finished packing her mission-ready bag. She slipped in her Kimmunicator watch, and tilted the screen towards her face.

"Wade, you there?" She said, watching the screen pop up. On the screen was her favorite computer nerd. But he was darker than usual, in a place she hadn't seen before. "What's up, Kim." He said, nervously looking around. "Wade? Where are you? What's going on?" She began to question him, as she noticed how paranoid he looked. "I'm hiding in the back of my closet. Those demon creatures are all over the town!" He whispered loudly, continuing to look around.

"Wade, we'll come by and—

"No, don't. I'll be fine here. You and Ron have to stop these things." He finished sternly, briefly throwing Kim off guard. "I can't do that yet. There's something I need." She replied back, showing a little more attitude than usual.

"Sorry Kim, there's not much I can do in here. What do you need?" He questioned, wiping sweat from his forehead. "The battle suit 2.0. How's it looking?" She asked, feeling the large eyes from both Ron and Wade look at her.

"It's still in the experimental stage... but when has that stopped you before." He countered himself. "Can you send it to me?" Kim ignored his comment, beginning to feel the need to rush.

"That, I can do." He said. He left the screen for a brief second, leaving Ron and Kim to exchange looks. When he appeared again, the saw a small handheld device in his hand, that has a rectangle shape with rounded edges. The watched him fold the top half open, with the light from the screen illuminating his face. "Uh... is that a—

"Nintendo DS? Yes. I modified it a while back when these went out of style." He smirked confidently, interrupting Ron and looking back to his gaming device screen. "Alright, I'm sending you the suit." Wade said, typing away.

"How long before it arrives? Is it a jet I'm guessing?" She asked, instantly beginning to feel inpatient. "Not... not exactly. It's gonna arrive via remote drone. But, it will take a while." He nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "Shit.." Kim sighed to herself. "Alright.. send it to these coordinates." She said, now sending him a small code of numbers. He had to do a double take while looking at the location.

"Kim... are you sure you want to pick it up there? Of all places?" He questioned with slight doubt in his voice. "Send it out as soon as possible. We'll stay in touch. And Wade... please stay safe." She said, her face fading. Wade nodded, then hung up the device.

Kim began removing her shirt, and digging out her old school, black long sleeve shirt. "Wow. Haven't seen that in a long time." Ron said, a hit of joy in his voice. "Oh the good ol days." Kim sighed with a short smile, staring at the article of clothing while shirtless.

"I... actually meant the color of your bra.." Ron quietly retorted to himself, hoping Kim didn't hear him. He watched her slip on the classic black, fitting her just as well as it did so long ago. Ron was beginning to stare too long, catching Kim's attention. "Okay heart-eyes, get suited up." She smirked, and threw him a fresh mission shirt, hitting him in the face. She clipped on her utility belt, and stood up. As Ron started changing, Kim caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of the vanity. Seeing herself in her old school suit, began to fill her head with many memories. She stared at herself briefly, reminiscing.

"Okay, Yeah— so uh, about this plan of yours..?" She heard Ron speak, and saw him finish putting his baggy pants on. "It'll work. Trust me." Kim said, breaking her gaze from the mirror. "And your suit?" Ron again questioned. "It plays into the plan." Kim smirked, and grabbed her mission bag. "Cmon. The jet will be here any second." Kim said, and walked out the door.

Ron saw Rufus sitting on his bed, with his arms crossed, pouting. Ron turned to watch Kim walk out of the room, then turned back to Rufus. He bent down on one knee by the bed. "Buddy, we've been over this. Normally I would take you anywhere for anything, yes. But this is s whole different level. You don't understand, we might die tomorrow. And if it comes to that.." He stopped, and looked the sad mole rat in the eyes. "Then I want you to be able to live on.." Ron had to wipe a tear from his eye.

As soon as he was going to open his mouth to speak again, he felt Rufus pounce on him, into a tight hug. He hugged back with a bleak smile, then sat him back in his bed. "I love you buddy.." He patted him easily on the head, and finally turned around to leave.

Ron grabbed his bag, and began to follow Kim out the door. But what he didn't bother to check, was to see if Rufus was still in his bed. Out of the corner of the bag that was left unzipped, peaked a small, hairless face. "He-heh." The mole rat secretly laughed victoriously.

The Possible family stayed silent in their basement. They now knew the creatures had broken through the house. None of them wanted to admit it to themselves, but they knew it was only a matter of time before they were found. By now, all four of them were huddled in the same corner, behind an old metal rack of shelves that they moved down there after the remodel. On the shelves were big boxes, old knickknacks and plenty of stuff to be hidden from the creatures' gaze.

The all jumped in fear, as the felt the rumbling on the ground floor above them. Heard over the rumbling, was growling. James had to cover the twins' mouths, so the monstrous demons above wouldn't hear their fearful yelps. But, then the rumbling stopped. The Possibles looked around each other, confused. The rumbling stopped, and slowed down to a small creaking sound. They could hear the monsters slowly walking towards the basement door.

James looked down at his boys, who were shaking like hyenas. His wife, had her own hands over her mouth. She was just as afraid as the children. Mr. Dr. P himself was terrified, but couldn't afford to show it. Not now.

KNOCK

Something hard slammed against the door, shaking the entire basement. This time, even James himself shook vigorously. Then, the door was hit again. But this time harder, now starting to tear the hinges from the wall. He began looking around in panic. There has to be a way around this. There just has to. He thought, sweat now drenching his face. As he felt up the entire room with his gaze, that's when he saw it.

The modified gun that the twins had made. It was the weapon that killed the monster only days before. He looked back at his family, while the beasts still attempted to knock down the door. He silently pointed to the gun on the bed at the other corner of the basement, letting them in on his plan. He then easily let go of his bunched up family and started inching over to the bed around the corner. By then, the monsters had already penetrated the basement.

He had to quickly pivot around the corner, to avoid being spotted. He only made it by a hair, as the gaze of the creeping monsters turned swiftly to his direction. He silently began panting to himself, only feet away from the incoming beasts. He easily crouched down, staying as quiet as possible. He peaked around the large washing machine, to look at them. There were three in the basement. And it seemed as though they were walking in a line, not scattering to cover more ground.

James looked back at his family, and saw them staring at him with big eyes. Tears began to roll down Ann's cheeks, as she tightly closed her eyes. Focus. Focus! He kept internally telling himself, as he turned back to face the bed. He easily inched toward the modified toy gun, holding his breath in his tight lungs so he was going unnoticed. He was only a foot away from reaching the handle of the gun, when his other foot stepped on a piece of glass, shattering it under the weight of his body.

Every eye in the room, monsters and family alike, all aimed directly at him.

"Oh shit."

"SKKRREEEEE!"

All three of the creatures darted at him. Breaking his frozen fear, he quickly leapt for the gun. But right before his hand reached the toy blaster, he was grabbed by one of the beasts. His fingers grazed the toy, as he was lifted from the ground. The demon had picked him up by his left arm, and dangled him directly in front of his face. He roared his loud, disturbing screech in his face once again.

It opened its mouth, in attempt to take a bite out of the father-doctor. It's sharp, slimy teeth only inches from his face, were being pushed back by James' other arm. He could smell the horrible breath, making him feel nauseous.

When his arm began losing strength because of the forcing beast, James quickly let go of the monster's mouth, and right hooked it straight in the cheek. It's head recoiled to the side, instantly whipping it back to yell in James' face once again. It grabbed James other arm, leaving him defenseless. It lifted him above its head, ready to drop his dangling and kicking legs into its mouth. But, right as James felt his foot touch the monsters yellow teeth, he felt the monster jerk him to the side. He was throw back to the ground so fast and so hard, he has no idea what just happened.

With his blurry gaze, he looked up, and saw Ann's foot, making direct contact with the monster's groin. Her foot so deep that her toes were practically invisible.

The beast dropped to the ground, screaming with its haunting wail. As soon as James realized he had a short moment to escape, he quickly scrambled to get off the concrete and dove at the bed. He laid on the bed as he grabbed the gun, instantly aiming it forward. But he landed just in time to see the other two begin to rush at him, past the downed monster. He quickly aimed down the Nerf gun's sights, and felt around the gun with his index finger for the trigger.

But what he didn't realize, was the gun actually had two triggers. One was orange—transparent like any other toy gun. But the other one, was metal. And it was painted with yellow and black stripes.

Not looking, he pulled the first trigger his finger found, which happened to be the additional trigger. As soon as he felt the pull back of the ignition, he felt the gun start vibrating. Then, James saw all three of the monsters freeze in place. Confused, he looked at his family. Then his ears, along with the rest of the Possibles', began ringing. Enough to knock them all to the ground.

When he looked back at the monsters—who's faces were just as pained— he saw all their heads twitching. The more aggressive the twitching got, he noticed the skin on their heads started to expand. And then finally..

Pop.

All three of their heads exploded, throwing green and red goo all over the basement. The gross insides covered James almost head to toe, as he let go of the trigger in disgust. Silence filled the room, as all their jaws hit the floor.

"Well... we did tell you we installed a Sonic disruptor.." Tim said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Both parents gazed at the twins in awe, then looked back up at each other.

"Holy shit."