"Bravo 1, we are approaching the LZ."
"Continue as planned. If our plan is compromised, you have permission to open fire on the tower. Over."
Ron could hear the conversation between the pilot and Agent Sitwell from the seat in the troop bay. They were speaking back and forth on the radio about some new orders.
"Negative, Sitwell. We don't know how much radiation that comet is emitting. Do not open fire on the target unless you have a clean shot." Director Scott was then heard on the same channel. Neither of them answered, more than likely annoyed at his command.
"So where's the doll?" A sudden voice threw Ron from his daze. He turned and look at the agent in full mission gear who just spoke.
"Excuse me?" Ron said dryly, not sure if he was referring to Kim or not. "The redhead. Possible. Where's she at?" He repeated his question. But, it was a viable question. Of all things that happened, why is she not by his side? Well, truth is those two had their own plan. And it was one that didn't involve this cryptic agency. Kim didn't exactly trust them.
"She'll be here. She'll be here." He quickly had to drum up a lie to throw off suspicion. He then turned his attention back from the trooper, in attempt to drown back into his gnarled daze.
"I've seen some of the more recent stuff you two have gotten yourselves into. Some pretty gritty stuff." The agent with the hoarse-like voice broke Ron's attention once again. He was starting to get annoyed, but he wasn't gonna just ignore the agent. After all they were going to be along side one another for a while. There was no need for unnecessary awkwardness.
"What do you think she's gonna do when she finds him?" He asked another rhetorical question. Ron knew what he meant. But he didn't want to think like that. He and Kim and been over this a dozen times before they put their plan into action.
"I think she'll do the right thing." He answered, not even looking at the agent. His voice was starting to harden, either out of pure annoyance or defense for her girlfriend. "Who is this guy?" Ron thought to himself, slightly irritated at the man's sudden interest in Kim's intentions. Without being obvious, he halfly looked at the man's dog tags around his neck.
B. Rumlow.
He just shrugged it off, and fell back into his daze. He hated to admit it, but now Agent Rumlow got him thinking. Is Kim strong enough to keep from finishing Eric for good? Sure she knew right from wrong very clearly. But her lust for his blood will consume her again, that's what worried him. He hoped and prayed that she would be strong enough to keep from choosing the wrong path.
"30 seconds till drop, troopers! Grab your chutes!" The pilot yelled over the loud twin rotors above. Each trooper stood up and began to strap on their harnesses and prepare for their jump.
A jump Ron Stoppable was not aware of.
"Wait.. drop? What drop? What do you mean drop?" Ron's voice started to raise at the mere though of jumping from the drop-ship.
"Didn't they tell ya, kid? We're jumping half a mile out from the tower." Agent Rumlow gave a snarky grin, throwing the straps over his shoulders. He saw the color from Ron's face drain.
"Don't be worried, Stoppable. It's only 13,000 feet." Another agent spoke, getting a few laughs from the other troopers that caught on. Rumlow plopped a parachute against Ron's chest, almost dropping him back down to his seat.
"Ya know sometimes people don't even make it all the way to the ground before they get shot." Another agent added on, to stir up Ron's fear to get more laughs from the crew. Ron's only responses was a lump in his throat, with widened eyes.
Around the corner of a building, peeked 3 sets of eyes. One pair of blue eyes, and two pairs of red eyes. They goofily looked ahead, for any sign of danger. The large bulky man with a blue super suit stood tall over the other two with pride.
"No sign of danger here. Wegos?" The large blue man asked the two twins who stood below him.
"Nope."
"Nada."
But as they stared ahead, the green and black-clad woman pushed them all down to the sidewalk with one simple shove. "Step aside, morons." Shego carelessly said, walking right past them with Drakken close behind. If asked, if wouldn't bother him in the least to admit he felt safer around Shego than he did the rest of Team Go.
Without even checking around for danger, she walked down to bare street. Everywhere she gazed, was completely empty. A few abandoned cars, but not a single person in sight. Which also meant, there was no sign of a threat around. But that was the scary part.
"Uhh.. Shego... something seems a bit, ya know... off about this place." Drakken started to feel his skin crawl, seeing such a busy place like downtown San Antonio so bare.
"I know." Shego quietly said with confidence, not even turning to face him or her brothers.
"You know? What do you mean you know, Shego? We haven't been here any longer than—
"I know. Now shut up. I'm trying to listen." She said harshly, looking back at Hego from the side of her head.
"Don't talk to me like that! And let's not forget, we have our little brothers here! If you know for a fact we're walking into something bad, you need to speak up instead of playing this whole bad girl shtick. Let's not forget, the agency assigned us to you to keep your sorry Butt out of trouble." Hego didn't hesitate to argue back. That was the straw that made Shego stop in her tracks.
"Oooohhhhh now you did it." One of the Wego's looked at the other with large eyes.
Shego sharply turned around, and stomped up to her elder brother. "Are you that freakin' blind? Have all those years in the superhero business taught you absolutely nothing? Huh?" Shego began to rant, attempting to hold in her usual rage to keep from attracting any unwanted attention.
"What do you notice that's wrong about this place? And if I even hear you say something stupid like "it's quiet... too quiet..", I'm gonna hit you where it hurts." She continued to scold her older brother, causing the youngest two of the family to stay quiet.
Hego just saved the argument, and rolled his eyes. He began to evaluate the whole area, deeply hunting for something out of the ordinary. He checked each building surround him up and down, until his eyes did a double take and locked on to the top level windows.
Every single top window of each building, was opened. But, only the top windows. The rest of the floors were completely closed or broken open.
"You see it too, don't you." She finally calmed down, catching the attention of everyone with her.
"But I don't get it... why would all the top windows be opened what does that mean?" The Wegos asked simultaneously, looking around at the buildings. That's when Shego's logic finally hit Drakken like a bus.
"Only the top levels... that means—
"Oh my god it's a trap." Hego's eyes widened, as he quietly said with shock.
Without hesitation, each open window began to fill with armed assailants. A wide range of assault rifles and sniper rifles alike peppered the buildings, all aiming down at the group.
"This is Team Go, we have been setup up! I repeat, we have been setup!" Hego pressed the button on his small earpiece, calling for backup.
"Repeat that Team Go. Did you just say setup?"
An agent spoke back through his earpiece. Everybody in the agent's unit stopped advancing, and looked at him with surprise.
There was silence.
"Team Go? I said repeat." The agent tried to contact them again. "Can you hear me?" He began to get agitated. No answer. Ron stood behind the commander, and listened with fear. If the strongest unit of the infiltration was being trapped... there's no telling what was waiting for them.
"What's happening?" Agent Rumlow asked his commander, started to feel at unease. The commander just looked at him, then brought his rifle back up to his sight. "He knew we were coming. Men! Keep your eyes peel—
BAM*
A loud pop echoed through the streets, startling the entire squad. A combination of pink and red mist blew out the back of the commander's head, as his lifeless body hit the ground.
"CONTACT! CONTACT!" Rumlow yelled as every agent began to fire their rifles and find any cover they could. The only problem was, Ron had no weapon equipped for long range contact. Rumlow grabbed him by the collar of his black mission shirt, and yanked him behind a wall.
"What the hell's the matter with you? Walking into a firefight with a fucking sword?" He scolded the boy with frustration. "I don't kill people!" Ron shouted back, as another one of their men dropped dead to the ground. "Right. Yeah, don't kid me Stoppable. I've seen some of your Lotus shit. You killed all those people in China!" The angry agent yelled back, as he turned the corner and fired off some rounds.
"I didn't kill any of those people!" Ron screamed back, now just as livid as the agent screaming at him. "Yet you brought a sword huh? Tell me what exactly are you gonna do with a weapon designed to kill people?" Agent Rumlow sarcastically yelled with fury.
"THIS!" Ron screamed back over the gunfire, and pulled the sword from it's sheathe. As Ron reached back to grab its hilt, Rumlow saw his hand begin to... glow blue?
His hand ignited into a blue flame, now starting to spread up his arm. Within seconds, it had covered his entire body. The sword became red hot and glowed into a bright orange and mango color. The agent couldn't believe his eyes. He had always heard of people like the mutants, the supers and so on. But to see one in person... now that was a whole different ballgame.
Ron belched a loud scream, as he drew the glowing sword in front of him. Agent Rumlow watched in awe as the sword instantly molded itself into an enlarged throwing hammer.
The flaming teen ran out into gunfight, screaming as he ran at the enemies head on.
"What the fuck is this kid doing!" One of the agent's screamed as he ducked behind cover, feeling a bullet barely skim by his cover. Every agent watched Ron run out with full force. Bullets by the dozens began to rain on him, only failing to touch him. The mystical blue flames of the monkey ability incinerated the shots on impact.
Each mercenary Ron ran past, he took down with ease. Flips, punches, throws, kicks, smashes, anything. He used his fighting ability and massive sword-sledge hammer to his advantage.
"He's clearing a path!" Rumlow said, opening fire on some more of the mercenaries. As he watched his target drop dead to the ground, he turned to yell at the other agents. "Follow Stoppable's lead! Everyone! Advance!" He yelled, pivoting back around the wall for cover.
As Ron's reign of carnage continued, he knew he couldn't keep it up forever. As well as he knew Eric, this entire city had to be full of Mercenaries. And not to mention, traps.
A Merc reached out in attempt to slice at Ron's throat with his combat knife. If it hadn't been for his Mystic monkey power, he would have been lying in a pool of his own blood. He was starting to lose his focus. He was better than this. He knew it! But one thing continued to rock his mind. The secret plan he and Kim has decided on, made him nervous. But he had to shake out of it.
When the blade made contact with Ron's blue flames, it completely melted, burning the man's hand in the process. He screamed in agony as the hot metal burnt through his glove and imprinted on his palm. Ron took this to his advantage and grabbed the man by the face mask, then smashed his face into the concrete.
He looked back up ahead, and saw more men advancing towards them. Ron gritted his teeth in frustration, molding the sword back into its original shape.
"Whatever you do KP... I hope you do it quick." He said aloud to himself.
Bueno Nacho Corporate Headquarters
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
It was at this time, I knew it more than ever. Either one of us was going to walk out alive, or neither of us. And one thing was for certain: I wasn't going to be pulling any blows. Fatal or not. Finally. It ends here.
There she stood. Finally. She was ready. Kim knew as soon as she stepped foot out that door, the world would change forever. But, she didn't have the same feeling she usually had when she was about to look death in the face. There was no hatred or boiling rage as she became so used to feeling. No. For the first time in years, she felt hope. She felt herself again, for one last mission.
Her hands were gripped tightly into fists, as she stared at the door in front of her. Memories of years and years of fighting, flashed before her eyes. Fights with Shego. Stopping the Dementor. Defeating Monkey Fist. Ending Drakken's ridiculous schemes... Her and Ron's first kiss. All these memories, just flooding her. She couldn't help but grin, knowing it was all about to come to an end. Looking back on all the moments she hated to have to be violent, she just looked back at them, and smiled.
"If only you knew you were in the good old days before they were gone." She quietly said to herself, now picturing every memory she could of herself and Ron. But she knew she couldn't keep doing this. Clouding her most dangerous task ever, with memories. Besides, there were... worst ways to go out.
Kim closed her eyes, and took a deep sigh. Her hands relaxed, and rested to her side.
"It all ends here."
She opened her eyes, and forcefully pushed the door open with her enhanced strength from the new Battle Suit. Outside she stepped. And as if time itself had repeated, there she was.
On top of the Bueno Nacho Headquarters, standing in the pouring rain with her Battle Suit. Everything looked exactly the same. A new tower was put in place of the one she kicked Shego into. The metallic roofing was covered in rain. And on top of it all... there he was.
Eric.
Standing at the other end of the roof, his arms folded across his chest with a cocky grin on his face. He didn't even flinch a muscle, as soon as the two made eye contact. There was nothing but silence. She had nothing to say to him. They both knew what was about to happen, so there was no point.
Eric pushed off of the vent he leaned against, standing flat to his feet. His arms fell to his side, wiggling his fingers—just itching to kill her.
"So," He stopped, and hand swayed around. "Here we are again... on the roof." He said with his snarky smile, referring to the last time they had met on this very rooftop.
She still didn't say anything. As their stare down increased, as did the adrenaline in Kim's body. Her only response, was the flick of her wrist. When she motioned her hand outwards, out flung a long , glowing blue blade. Her face didn't change nor flinch.
"Ooo. Shiny." Eric briefly replied.
"I'm gonna take you in. Which is more than you deserve you murderous piece of filth." She fretted through her teeth.
"Don't kid yourself, Kim. You can't fight back that urge enough to just give me away. I mean—where's the satisfaction! The lust for the blood on your hands!" Eric tried to tap into her head. Like he had so many times that led up to this very moment. But no more. She wouldn't let him. Not this time.
"I am not going to change who I am. So like I said," Kim spoke, as she clenched her hand tightly. The large blue holo-shield appeared on her wrist within seconds. "I'm taking you in!" She yelled, changing her stature into a battle stance.
"Oh how I just love this. It makes killing you all the more better!" Eric grinned with his maniacal teeth, and popped his neck to the side.
"So then... what are we waiting for?" He said, then immediately began to dash at Kim. She saw his feet leave raise, hovering over the ground as he flew right at her. She had been waiting for this for so long. She didn't want to admit it... but he was right. She wanted nothing else in this life now than to kill him right here. Right now!
She too ran towards Eric, sword and shield ready.