Chapter 21: The Escape and Beyond.

"Damn… you…" He manage to spat out before collapsing onto the ground as Zack continued to move on, never minding the pain from his injuries he was feeling throughout his body as he winced every now and then. The room wasn't too far now. It contained something that he wanted back and he wasn't going to let Gemini or his flunkies stop him from getting it.

"THERE HE IS!"

"OPEN FIRE!"

Zack held up the staff as he proceeded in deflecting the bullets off from him as he found himself in another confrontation. "Oh no you don't…" He hissed as he held up the staff with one hand and took out the blaster gun with the other. Within a few blasts, it didn't take too long to take out the next group of reinforcements. As he saw the last guard fall down, he smirked. That should be all of them and there shouldn't be any more trouble ahead… for now.

Within several steps he came across a metal door, a door that was more than likely locked, and needed a specific form of authorization. A shame that Zack didn't have one of those, as he reached inside of the pocket of the stolen uniform of Delta and pulled out a security card. Oh wait, he did.

As Zack stepped inside, he looked around and saw several boxes that were stacked on top of each other. This had to be the place, otherwise why would there be so much stuff packed in here? Zack's search wouldn't be too long as he noticed an open box. By nature of this, it should have the more recent items acquired to place away all confiscated items from their captives. As soon as he walked over, a smile formed on his face. Of all the things he had hoped to find, this was what Zack wanted the most. As he picked up the item and held it in front of him, a dark grin formed on his face. He dared anyone to ever come within a mile radius of him and pray that they wouldn't get killed, let alone hurt.

…

"Have you found him?" Agent Beta asked two soldiers who stood before him.

"No…we lost him." One of them admitted.

"Then damn it, keep searching. He couldn't have possibly gotten that far!"

"He's already taken out half of our forces!" The second explained, fear evident in his voice. "It's only a matter of time now… It's only a matter of time until he kills us too! We're screwed, we're screwed!"

Beta slapped the panicking soldier, "SOLDIER, DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO BITCH?" He yelled at the now-whimpering guard. "So what if he took out a couple of no-name grunts, that doesn't make him invincible!" He was interrupted by the painful, gagging screams from down the hall as the second soldier began to shake again…

"SEE THIS LOOK? IT'S TERROR!" He screamed at the higher-ranked agent with his face more than matching what he just said as his partner had to agree…

"This is starting to get frightening… Really frightening…"

Beta looked downward. "What is this guy, some kind of demon?" He asked, but it could've been debated if he was asking his subordinates or himself, as he saw the dreadlocked man, decked in the stolen uniform of Alpha, haggardly walking towards them with an extracted red beam saber. Wasn't that weapon confiscated from him when they first acquired him? From that semi-manical smile on his face, as well as the blood dripping from his face and upper body (Which could be debated if it was his own blood or the blood of his fallen men.), Beta had to admit that he was feeling somewhat at least intimidated.

Zack, eyes narrowed and all, glared at the three of them. "I'm tired… I'm hungry… Every fucking bone in my body is aching right now and I am in no mood for your bullshit! You have two choices, you could move the hell out of my way, or you can be idiots and try to mess with me, and then I'll have to cause another bloodbath! So what'll it be: The smart choice, or your last choice!

It wasn't needed to be said about the two guards, who ran as far away as possible with the hope of managing to see the next day. But as for Beta, who proved to be the braver and more competent of the three, he tried to stand his ground as he aimed his blaster rifle. "Put the weapon down!" He ordered.

"…Y'know, I kinda feel sorry for you…" Zack said. Looks like he would have to kill again. For a guy who was helping an evil man with World Domination, Beta probably had a family, at least a wife and a kid together. Another family he may force suffering upon. "You don't know much about human nature, specifically what humans may do for the sake of survival." He took note of the puzzled look on his face as he explained, "Humans are known to be able to adapt to just about anything in any situation, even those similar to an animal being trapped. To be blunt, you treat someone like an animal that person becomes like an animal. And all animals that get cornered, they'll do whatever it takes to survive, to avoid death. No matter what…" He smirked as a toothy grin formed on his face. "Guess who's the animal, and guess who's in that animal's way of survival!"

It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize where this was going as Beta held up his gun, still refusing to back down, but as Zack moved closer, Beta opened fire onto the escapee in hoping to take him down. However, form what he saw, all blasts were deflected by the beam saber in his hands. "Stop…" He yelled as Zack approached him. "Stop, right now!"

Zack grabbed Beta by the throat as he held up the beam saber with his other hand. He could see the fear in the agent's eyes through those black goggles as he could sense that he had just soiled himself…unfortunately. He just dropped him. "I don't have time for this shit…" He muttered as he headed towards the direction where his hover jet, and the two girls who were dragged into this, were waiting for him. Leaving Beta to thank whatever gods were watching for him still breathing, let alone being a live…

…

Zack made it to the hangar as he saw various aircrafts and boats around the area. A few of their hover jets were noticeable. He smirked to himself, thinking back to his own hover jet that he managed to won in an auction and how similar it was to theirs and Global Justice's. He had heard that it was put together by salvaging (Read: stealing) parts from the hover jets of Global Justice and Worldwide Evil Empire! Nevertheless, it had cost him a lot of money and he would be damned if he just lost it easily, let alone because of two girls who didn't knew what they were doing. Speaking of which, there it was.

As Zack walked towards it, he noticed two guards who were unconscious. Their weapons have been kicked away, far enough for a reaction time if it turned out to be a ruse and they were waiting to ambush him. He had to give them credit for handling things so smartly and yet he wondered how they managed to pull it off. He'd just ask them about it when he got inside as he proceeded to walk up the ramp-like steps. The only thing he wanted to do was to start the engines and fly the hell out of there, and if they weren't ready? Tough shit.

Tara blinked as she saw the blood-covered mercenary, much to her shock. "Zack? What happened?" She asked as Zack walked over to the pilot's seat.

"Don't ask…" He muttered. "If you're not ready to leave, tough shit!"

This response horrified Tara. "But Zack-"

"We're leaving!" He stated.

"BUT HOPE'S NOT HERE YET!"

This grabbed Zack's attention as his eyes narrowed. "What?" He snapped.

"We were heading towards the ship, and then we heard the guards coming and…" Tara explained, a hint of nervousness being evident in the platinum-blonde girl. "We…well… It's funny…heeheehee…"

"Do I look like I'm in the mood for a joke?" Rage began to show in his voice as Tara continued explaining.

"We… well… kinda split up!" Tara explained. "Hope decided that it would've been better for us to split up than for both of us being caught, but she should've been there by now! So please, could you go look for her? Please?"

Zack close his eyes as his teeth gritted together. His blood was boiling as the hand that was not holding his deactivated beam saber not only balled into a fist, but also was shaking with rage. This wasn't ridiculous, this was stupid! Both of them should've been here right now and they both should've been right here right now and ready to leave. They should've not split up! And neither of them sure as hell should have gotten lost when the path to the hover jet was as simple as the difference between day and night! By all right's he should just leave her behind and fly the hell out from WEE headquarters. That was the logical thing to do. Besides, it was her damn fault as it was, according to Tara, her idea! Why should he endanger the rest of them by saving her ass for her own stupid mistake? He should leave, by all rights he should just leave her ass…

Tara watched on as she heard Zack let out a growl of rage, "Fucking troublemaking bitch…" She heard him mutter with his teeth clinched together as he proceeded torush out ofthe airship. For once, Zack was listening to his heart and was going to rescue Hope. Perhaps deep downhe did care about her after all.

Upperton

It was ten at night so it should've been more than enough time for it to be open now, Ron thought as he walked to the building. The sky was dark as night as the neon lights of the sign was illuminated. That was all the confirmation he need, as he knew that it was open. Problem was that he was so focused in finding Penny that he didn't even stop to think of what kind of club he was walking into. For all he knew, he thought Cinnamon was a barmaid. However, after he was inside, he saw that the club was nothing he had expected.

Despite the amount of lights being in there, the place was still a bit dark. Just like it was with most clubs. Similar to the club he had planned on going to go to with Penny a while back before… you know. But the club he was expecting was a dance club. A club where friends go to dance, have fun, and perhaps hook up with a new love or at least find someone for a one-night stand! While the club he was in did contain dance, but the dancing involved wasn't the kind of dancing he was expecting, much less wanted. At the end, when he saw the girl who was dancing on stage wearing nothing but a blue latex bikini, he confirmed that this wasn't a dance club, but a strip club!

It was too late for him to back out and it was definitely too late for him to complain, as he was here on business not pleasure. He knew that by being here he was at risk of his future relationship with Penny, but he had no choice but to go on if he wanted to have any hope of finding her seeing that Wade has been put out of commission for a few days. True that he had his laptop, but it was nothing compared to his PC. He searched around. Just where the hell would this girl be? It's not like she's one of those dancers? While they did look hot. Not even scorching would be able to do these girls justice. But he didn't want to do anything that could remotely impact his relationship. After all, being seen in a strip club didn't do well for images, let alone in the eyes of girls. He didn't want to ruin his relationship with Penny before it officially started.

Ron saw a bartender, a balding middle-aged man, as he walked over. It was time to ask questions. "Excuse me, do you happen to know of a girl named 'Cinnamon?'" He asked.

The bartender, drying off a small martini glass, looked at him. "Yous lookin' for Cinnamon?" He asked in a gruff voice.

"Yeah…" The blonde explained, "I have a…I mean, I've heard about her." He thought it was wise not to tell him that he wanted to ask her questions to avoid any suspicion. "Is she any good?"

"Is she good?" The bartender chuckled as he placed the glass down before walking back to grab a few bottles. "For a newbie, she sure does become the talk of the customers!"

"Oh, so she's new?" Ron asked. It sounds to me that Cinnamon may have a lot on her plate and starting to play 20 questions with her might put her in a bad mood. But it has to be done. He needed to find the answers he seeks, no matter what happens and what it took.

He nodded, as he watched on the stage. This time a pretty blonde girl stripping out of a short cocktail dress pole dancing as a group of men gathered, hence the catcalling and whistling. He scoffed, 'Penny's breasts are bigger and look nicer too.' He shook his head. What was he thinking? Hell, was he thinking? He needed to find the girl and talk to her now before his hormones get so out of control that he'll end up doing something that he'll regret as it'll more than likely come back to haunt him. The sooner she shows up, the sooner he could talk to her, and the sooner he could leave! But a certain part of his anatomy really hoped that she didn't show so he could stay longer.

"That was Candylicous!" The voice of the D.J. was heard on the P.A. "Coming up next, a real exotic, tasty treat! Fresh off the box, here is Cinnamon…"

"Finally…" Ron let out a sigh as he looked towards the stage. What sucked now was that he had to watch her routine, as he couldn't just pull her off the stage, especially if he wanted some type of cooperation from her. All he knew was that this better been worth it. For all he knew this could just be a wild goose chase and would've wasted this time for nothing. But then again, he did manage to buy a nice gift for Penny while waiting for the club to open. A nice gift that was currently in his car!

As the hip-hop music played, Ron saw a tanned girl walking onto the stage. Even though the white mask was covering her mouth, he could sense a smirk on her face. As if she was going to enjoy dancing tonight, and why wouldn't she? There were horny guys who appeared to at least hold a job where they'd make $1,000 a week and she knew that all she had to do was to arouse them and the big tips would be rolling in! Within feeling a bit of vibration from inside of his red coat, Ron reached into the pocket as he pulled out the phone. After seeing who was calling, he answered. "Talk to me Wade…" Little did he know that the dancer heard him as she soon took a glance at the spiky-haired visitor!

"So, how's it going so far?" Wade asked.

"Looks like the tip we found brought me here to a strip club…" He simply said with a slight frown. "Gonna do a job on my relationship with Penny if word got out of me being in here…"

"Did you find Cinnamon?"

Ron looked on as she saw the dancer unbuttoning the top of her white uniform. "Oh yeah…" He replied in a sigh as he could spot a red bra from the girl while she grinded her crotch onto the metal pole. "She appears to be a lot younger than I'd imagined. Pretty, too!"

"Don't tell me you're falling in love with her all of a sudden!"

"I'm not. I'm just trying to talk to her as soon as I can so I could at least ask her about Zack, who he's working for, and find some clue as to where they could've taken Penny." Ron said as the nurse's uniform has been discarded, leaving her in a silk set of bra and panties, white stockings and garter belt, and white laced-up high heeled boots. Save for the surgery mask and stethoscope as well as her azure eyes and her brown hair being in a bun. Ron too a look at her as he could've sworn he saw a tribal tattoo near her backside. For some reason, he was starting to have a bit of déjà vu. As if from somewhere, he's seen her before. But he discarded that hint of suspicion. After all, wasn't it true that everyone had a double somewhere in the world? "I'll send ya a picture to see for yourself." As he picked up his phone, he pointed the face towards the dancing brunette as within a flash, the picture was taken. However, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to do so at the time, as Cinnamon, for one reason or another, gave him a dirty glare towards his direction.

"I'll… call ya back." He simply said as he saw Cinnamon resume dancing while glaring daggers towards him. Did he do something wrong? It wasn't as if her dancing her was supposed to be some huge secret or something. Whatever… He'll deal with that when it came down to it. Otherwise, he might as well just enjoy the show and act like he was at least interested in her. However, he didn't to try to show interest in her as soon as she undone her bun, letting her long, layered hair flow. Forget déjà vu, he did know her… "No… way…" Or in this, case he didn't even want to know her after all that has happened… "BONNIE?"

At hearing this, the girl known as "Cinnamon" turned around, eyes wide and mouth open before her face became a scowl at the spiky blonde. She wasn't done with her dance, but what was the point. It was obvious that this idiot somehow knew her from somewhere and that was definitely not a good thing. Especially that she had some enemies who would love to gain this information, particularly those who happened to be her sisters. Within closer inspection, she already had a feeling who it was as she realized that this situation was much worse than she thought. Without warning, she stormed off the stage to the front, walking towards the red-coated man, glaring daggers at him. "YOU!"

Ron didn't even know how to react to this. This was bizarre! Seriously, what were the odds he'd find her here, let alone dancing! If he didn't knew any better, he'd say that this was all a set up. There was only one thing he could think of at this time… "Hey Bon-Bon, what's going on?" He asked with a smile. Usually when it came to awkward, compromising situations, he usually tried to lighten the mood with a few jokes. Unfortunately, he didn't had much success in that department as Ron found his left ear hardly pinched as he was soon being dragged away towards a private room. Somehow, he had the feeling that this wasn't going to turn out well…

WEE Headquarters

Pain…

That was the only thing Hope was feeling right now as she desperately limped away from her pursuers. She and Tara were supposed to head for the hover jet in the hangar while Zack drew the guards away. Unfortunately, there were also guards who decided to use the path they were going as a short cut which caused Hope and Tara to split up at the three-way forks: One of which where the guards were headed, and the right and left paths! Tara took the right path while Hope took the left. At this way, they couldn't capture both of them, as they were supposed to lead to the same place, right? However, from running and flipping to avoid the guards, she managed to injure her ankle that tremendously hindered her movement. She might have taken a lead pipe she had found to defend herself, but she wasn't a fool. She could see the writing that was on the wall: Hundreds of soldiers in WEE against a college cheerleader? How laughable…

If that cheerleader was Kim Possible, Miss "I can do anything," then perhaps the cheerleader could win. But Hope Martinez, regular college cheerleader, up against men who were trained to kill? To say that it was laughable would be restating the obvious. Hopefully Tara would've at least made it okay towards the hover jet. And knowing Zack they'd be gone by now and basically leaving her to the wolves. Therefore, Hope knew that things were going to get a lot worse before considering getting better. What a way to die, she mused to herself. Tired and dirty, wearing a skimpy salsa dress!

"FREEZE!"

Hope looked behind as she saw that they had caught up to her. She could run, but with her injured ankle, and her high fatigue, she would just be delaying the inevitable. Sure she had the pipe with her, but they had guns and electric staffs. Conclusion? Welcome to Disadvantage City. Population: One cheerleader who was SOL, and you know what that means…

Five grunts appeared, each holding a staff as Hope turned around. There was no use running anymore, as they could easily chase her down with her injury. The only thing she could do now was held up her pipe and hope…no… pray for the best. "Stand back…" She said, desperately trying to get the bravado working in her voice. "I have a pipe and I'm not afraid to use it!" Unfortunately for her, the grunts weren't buying it! They weren't even considering thinking about her being remotely a threat and she could've sworn that she heard some snickering. Hope looked down, defeated. She knew that it wouldn't have worked, but you couldn't blame a girl for trying as she did her best with what she had to work with. However, her attention was gained as she heard gagging and screams of pain as her eyes opened. The grunts that were just in front of her had dropped suddenly as blood began to pour from out of them. As she looked on, she soon found out the cause of this. She didn't know whether to be happy to see him or gag from seeing the bloodshed he caused as well as the blood he was covered in.

"Thought you didn't like playing the hero." She said in a somewhat amused tone.

"Don't flatter yourself." Zack coldly replied as he retracted the beam saber. "Let's go! Your little partner in crime's already on the ship!"

"Injured ankle! Hello!" Hope pointed to her injured ankle as Zack slapped his hand onto his forehead.

"How the hell did you manage to injure yourself?" He shook his head, "Never mind, just get on my back right now!"

"What?" The ebony-haired cheerleader blinked. Was he out of his mind? He's already had a few injuries from earlier and the last thing he needed to do was to aggravate them even more!

"Just do it!" Zack hissed as Hope proceeded to jump onto his back, causing him to wince in pain from the pressure on his ribs from her legs. He knew that with Hope's injury they'd be slowed down. With her on his back, he could at least not worry about her falling behind, no matter how much it'd hurt like hell in his current condition. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any more guards to deal with.

Her hands wrapped around his neck as her legs around his waist, "Really like the smell of blood and sweat as much as I like it getting all over me."

"Shut up…" Zack cut off the oriental girl as he began the long trek back to the hangar. Fighting was going to be difficult having to watch out for two, and the added weight didn't help matters either. Let alone the added weight that had a mouth on her.

"This feel nice…" Hope closed her eyes as she smiled, "It's like I have my own horse… Willing to take me anywhere I want to go… Isn't that nice?"

"You're lucky I'm in too much pain right now…" Zack muttered as he continued carrying her. He was too hurt, too tired, and too hungry to be in any mood to deal with Hope's mouth right now.

"Or you'll what?" She taunted back. She might have had ahurt ankle, but after the torture he's probably been through for the past few months, andwho knows what else kind of injuries he may have,she was in much better condition than Zack was. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't pass up this chance to taunt him. In a playfully teasing way of course… "You just keep walking back to the hover jet, and let me enjoy the ride."

"I should've just let you die…" Zack muttered under his breath.

However, it was just loud enough for Hope to hear. "What was that?" …Or did she hear him?

"I said I couldn't have just let you die back there." He lied, covering up what he said. "Tara wanted me to go back and look for you."

"Well, that's Tara… Always looking out for other people, never having a bad thing to say about anyone… well… mostly anyone." She giggled, "Did I mention how much I'm just loving my new horsey?"

Zack's eyes narrowed. "Do you want me to drop you?" He threatened.

"I don't think you'll do it! Then you'd just give me another reason to annoy you and making things worse for you than they're already are!"

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" He grumbled.

"Thank of it as payback for ramming my head into the door back on campus." She said in a dreamily state as Zack shook his head. She was basically going to milk this to the end as she was having too much fun to stop now! Maybe after this whole thing she and Tara could look back and giggle at this! "You are such a sweetheart!"

"Gag me."

"I wish it could always be like this! Just me, and my little horsey!"

"Oh shut up."

"Traveling around the city. Showing him off…"

"I'm in no mood for this crap…" Zack was fighting every sense in his body that was telling her to drop her and leave her anyway, no matter how Tara feels about it. But he knew that not even him was heartless enough to leave a poor defenseless girl alone in a place like this, no matter how annoying she was. And Hope was as defenseless as one could be right now. But deep down a part of him was asking why the hell he even cared anyway.

Upperton

Ron was dragged into a fairly small room as he soon found himself shoved onto a couch, eyes wide and all, as he looked at the brunette who, judging by that scowl on her face, was ready to decapitate him, castrate him, and then burn what's left in a pool of acid. With the removal of the facemask it was indeed the woman who since the night before graduation he had lost all respect for. In truth, he didn't even want to talk to her, but now apparently, especially with what was at stake, he had no choice. And it's not like she was happy to see him either, even if the circumstances were better…

"What are you doing here?" She asked, in annoyed tone as Ron took a good look at her. He had to admit that for being a total bitch, she did look pretty hot. One of the hottest girls he's ever seen. But then again, as seen in most clichéd teen movies, the hot ones were always the bitchiest.

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing 'Cinnamon?'" Ron replied with a smug look but, as from the show of teeth of the brunette's part, he soon figured that wasn't the best way to reply, as he felt a pair of hands clenching onto the collar of his closed coat.

"I'm not going to ask you this again! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"Jeez, calm down, Bon-Bon…"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT! NEVER CALL ME THAT!"

"Okay… "'Cockwaller' ismore suitable for you anyway…"

"Just tell me why you're here, Loser?" Bonnie hissed. "Did Miss Perfect send you to dig up some dirt on me?"

"And there it is… The pot calls the kettle 'black.'" Ron scoffed, "You're going as far as to being a stripper to make ends meet and you call me a loser?" He shook his head, "I don't have time for this crap…"

"Then what are you here for?"

"I have a few questions that I need to ask. Word in the black market says that you have a lot of connections with people."

"I don't think so…" Bonnie turned away. "If you think that I'm going to help you, then you're out of your mind. I mean why should I help someone who's obviously as pathetic as you are. You're a wimp, you're worthless, and all you're ever good for is kissing Kim's overrated ass."

"Okay then, let me put it this way…" Ron said in a cold voice, which freaked out Bonnie, who had never seen him this way before. His glare towards her was in a way that could put hers to shame. "You cooperate and I won't have to send the picture of you pole dancing half naked to everyone we know. I'm sure that the our graduating class would just love to see their Class Valedictorian putting on a show for horny, middle-aged men in a nurse's uniform."

"You wouldn't dare, Stoppable! You don't even have the balls to do it!" Bonnie challenged. He may had grown a bit, his voice may have became deeper, and he might have put a bit of muscle on his scrawny ass, but he was still Ron Stoppable. The fucking froob who always did what that other loser asked of him and was basically her little bitch boy, never ever having a mind of his own, much less the balls to challenge her opinion. However, the brunette soon found out that things, or people in this case,could really change on the inside in a matter of months as she noticed him taking out his cell phone.

"Wade are you there?" Ron asked as he glared at Bonnie.

"What up, Ron?" He replied.

"I'm going to send you something. Check your email and make sure you have it backed up, especially the attachment." Ron simply said as he looked at Bonnie, with a look that asked her, "Still think that I'm bluffing?" He smirked as he let Wade check his email with his laptop. "Guess who's Cinnamon?"

"Whoa! Is that Bon-" Wade was cut-off by the phone hastily being shut off as Ron smiled, satisfied. "I take it you're ready to cooperate?"

"Fuck you, Stoppable…" Bonnie crossed her arms, turning away. "Y'know, despite you being a total loser, I actually respected you a bit seeing that you weren't the type of person who'd blackmail anyone… At least I thought. But that's all gone now after this stunt!"

"That makes two of us…" Ron hissed back as she turned around to see his narrowed brown eyes. "Despite you being a total bitch, I actually respected you a little bit for always looking out for your friends, but that's all gone now after hearing about what happened at the party before graduation!" He noticed Bonnie's body stiffening in shock. "That's right! Tara told me what happened when you set her up with someone who almost raped her and you were more worried about your own reputation instead of supporting her at her time of need. She was basically crying, you self-centered bitch! What kind of friend does that to someone?

"A friend who had her best friend's interests at heart! That guy would've at least been a hundred times better for her to be with than you! So what he almost raped her, at least he was high on the food chain!"

Ron couldn't take it anymore, "WILL YOU SHUT UP ABOUT THE FUCKING FOOD CHAIN? GOD, YOU'RE SO FULL OF IT!" He shook his head. "I'm amazed that Brick lasted as long as he did with you!"

"Like any of that matters now. I always wondered why she, for some strange reason, had that crush on you. But now it's clear now: Tara is a loser! She was always a loser since I met her, and always will be a loser. Her and that other girl Hope-less!"

"Like I said, you're calling people losers while you're reduced to stripping at a strip club to make ends meet?" Ron rolled his eyes. "Like I said. Pot, Kettle."

"The only reason why I'm in here is because of my stupid boyfriend… ex-boyfriend actually, got cutoff from that old geezer! I basically lost credit for all of my classes so I have to make some money to pay for tuition. If anyone found out about this, everything will be ruined. My sisters would never let me live it down!" She glared at Ron. "And you are not going to tell anyone about this, especially Kim!"

"Here's a newsflash for you: Kim and I haven't been on speaking terms for months. And besides, you're not in any position to make any threats." He reminded as he took out his cell phone.

"I still think that you're bluffing." The brunette stripper challenged.

"Wade, sorry we disconnected. But that picture I sent ya? Check your cell phone and when I text you send it to everyone we-."

"Okay fine, I'll talk alright!" Bonnie crossed her arms. It was already degrading enough that she'd have to cooperate with Ron Stoppable, but was even worse to be blackmailed by him.

"I'll talk to you later." Ron said to the receiver as he closed the cell as he now just held it in his hand. "Okay, have you ever heard of a mercenary dressed in black, wears black dreadlocks, and carries a red beam saber? His name's Zack Thomas. You've heard of him, right?"

"I said I'll talk, but don't try to drive me nuts with that geek speak!" Bonnie complained. "Anyway, I did overhear my boyfriend and his father talking about some mercenary doing a job for them, so I guess it could be him. I also heard was that same guy was the one who basically crippled Kim Possible!" She let out a sigh of awe. "I would bear his children if I ever met him… Okay, maybe not, but I would love to shake his hand. Anyone who could basically shatter that overrated loser's life is definitely a friend of mine."

Ron ignored Bonnie's comments about Kim as he continued, "And your boyfriend?"

"David Brendan! Son of Emmanuel Brendan?" Bonnie rolled her eyes, "I knew you were an idiot, but not knowing anything about Tech Corp, the source of the majority of the technology in Upperton, Lowerton, and Middleton?"

"Newsflash: I don't live in Colorado, let alone Middleton anymore!" Ron rolled his eyes, "And you call me an idiot?"

"ANYWAY!" Bonnie replied in an aggravated tone as she continued, "I hear Mr. Brendan talking to on the phone with some guy…what was it. Shemmin…Cemamas…Xemanas? Whatever his name is. Talking about something that's supposed to, like 'change the world as we know it,' whatever that means…"

"Interesting…" Ron opened his cell as he quick dialed again. "Wade, I need you to do a search on a guy named Xemanas."

"Can't do much on the laptop, but I'll try!" Wade replied.

"Okay…" Ron nodded as Bonnie stared at him impatiently.

"Are you satisfied now?" She asked, arms crossed.

"If I find out that you screwed me over, all of Middleton will see what you do when you're not in school!" Ron threatened.

"God Stoppable, it's not like this whole thing's a matter of life and death!"

"Well it does happen to be a matter of life and death!" Ron replied coldly. "That mercenary took away someone I really care about and he has Tara and Hope too! He's not getting away with it!"

Bonnie scoffed, "Please. You actually finding a girl who likes you, that's a laugh! If there's a woman on this planet who's stupid enough to actually fall for you of all people, then maybe she does deserve to die! And as for those other losers, I so don't care!"

"Bitch to the very end…" Ron narrowed his eyes as he opened his phone. "Bonnie, some good life advice for ya: When dealing with someone who basically has information that you desperately don't want to go out to the public, it's not a good idea to piss them off or attack the people they care about."

"You give me advice, let alone about life?" Bonnie waved him off, "As if!"

"You think that you're so great, that you're so untouchable that you could do whatever you please and use and step on others for you to reach greatness without any consequences." He said in a cold voice as he, after a few presses on the dial pad, placed his phone back inside of his coat pocket "You should've learned this lesson in high school, yet now that I've seen you, you're even worse than before! That's why you fail at life."

"Excuse me? And this is coming from the biggest loser of all time?" Bonnie scoffed. "I think we're done here!"

"Still being the pot callin' the kettle black, I see. Like I said, you fail at life. You don't even know what I just done!"

"Like you could do any thi-" Bonnie stopped for a minute. Remembering the picture of her dancing he just happened to have taken. Surely he couldn't possibly bee talking about that, could he? "No…" She glared at the spiky blonde. "You dick! You did it, didn't you?"

Ron smirked. "Let's just say that we'll all have something to talk about at the water cooler tomorrow." He said as he proceeded to leave but not before giving her a cheery smile. "Have a nice day!" He said in a voice matching his smile before breaking out in song. "o/A moment like this… Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this… o/"

"FUCK YOU, STOPPABLE! FUCK YOU!" Ron heard the brunette screaming at the tip of her lungs as he proceeded to leave the club. He had to admit she had every right to be angry, after all what he did was fucked up. Ron Stoppable was a nice, honorable guy but he was also petty. He did promise Bonnie he wouldn't send those pictures.

But then again Ron didn't actually send it as he already had sending it to Wade before he made that promise to her! He just told hind to forward them to everyone he knew. And he did say that he'd do it if Bonnie screwed him, but he didn't say it had to be now. And Bonnie had screwed him plenty of times, with the whole"Ron Millionaire" thing being one of them.Besides, this was payback not just for all the bullshit she had put him through in high school, but for everyone else she used and stepped on. There was truly nothing like sweet revenge. Now all he needed to do now was to wait on Wade for whatever info he can pick up on that Xemanas guy. If it did work, at least for once, Bonnie actually made herself quite useful instead of being so annoying.

WEE Headquarters

20 minutes have passed as Zack managed to carry Hope to the hangar. He let out a sigh of relief, now he could get this girl off of his back. However, he still had to be careful. WEE could just be waiting for their chance to ambush them, and he was in no mood to fight.

"We're here, now get off my back!" He said, but no response. "Come on, everybody off!" Still no response! Did this girl all of a sudden become deaf?

"THERE THEY ARE!"

"Aw shit…" Talk about bad timing. Reinforcements had finally arrived. Somewhere in his mind, Zack wondered why they weren't around as they were now. He closed his eyes. "Fine, I'll carry you inside!" Using what little strength he had left, Zack made a run for it up the ramp-like as fast as any man who had a girl on his back. He didn't care if there was something else he forgot to do, they weren't staying here any longer.

Tara blinked as she saw Hope's unconscious form on Zack's back. "You've-"

"I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF WE FORGET SOMETHING HERE, WE ARE LEAVING NOW!" Zack yelled, laying Hope on the floor before rushing to the controls. He then proceeded to activate the engines as Tara heard once again the engines of the hover jet starting.

"DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!" Zack manage to hear the WEE soldiers as Zack looked back toward the still-open door, seeing a few of the soldier beginning to climb up as the jet began to lift off the ground.

Zack glared at Tara. "Strap in…"

"What?" The bubbly blonde blinked. "But what about-"

"TAKE YOUR FRIEND AND STRAP IN!" He yelled at her again as Tara picked up her unconscious friend and proceeded to sit down in a seat, strappingboth of themin while holding on tightly to Hope's inactive form. After strapping himself in, Zack turned the now-hovering jet around as looked behind, "LETS SEE YOU SONS OF BITCHES HANDLE THIS!" Within a press of the button, the hover jet was placed into overdrive mode as it instantly darted off through the opening in the hanger, as the members of WEE who had just managed to get on top were thrown out. Afterwards, as it slowed down…

"Phew…" Tara sighed in relief as Hope began to stir…

"Wha…What happened?" She asked as she looked into Tara's eyes. "Tar…where are we?"

"We're on the hover jet." She explained as she unstrapped them from the chair. "We escaped."

She smiled as a strand of black hair slid in front of her face. "That's nice…"

"Well you're doing better…" Sarcasm was evident in Zack's voice as he, after putting the jet on autopilot, got up from the chair. He walked towards the two girls. "Now all there is to do is to get you –Ugh!"

"Zack!" Both girls exclaimed in unison as they saw the man known to some as Black Demon collapse, with his head hitting the floor hard. He didn't even move one inch…

"Is he okay?" Tara asked as Hope knelt down near Zack and took his pulse.

"Not sure, but at least he's still alive." She said. The fighting must've really taken a lot out of him, let alone the injuries he already had. Add to the fact that he literally carried her back here it was a wonder why he didn't blank out sooner! Hopefully it was just exhaustion that's gotten to him and that he'd wake up soon. He's the only one who knew how to pilot this thing!

Now that WEE's out of the picture (For now), it's time to get this story moving along once again. Something to look forward to next chapter: Ron's already gotten his revenge (Or in this case, everyone else's), now it's time for him to get his second one.