"Well? What do you think?" Kim asked, calmly standing behind Drakken with her arms folded across her chest.

He sat in his swivel computer chair, hunched over. He looked through an enlarged microscope image of the molecules in the blood sample she had brought him. It sat side by side with a comparison of Camille's recovered blood form the charred house.

"Hmm.." Was all he spoke, as he looked back and forth between the two samples one last time. He slowly leaned up from his position, and spun around in his chair to face the two.

"Well, the sample you brought me sure as hell wasn't Camille's. So it must belong to who I'm assuming is the Rogue." Drakken stretched, reliving some of the pain from his back from hunching over for so long.

"Can you trace it?" Kim was quick to ask. "Yes, but it will take some time. There are nearly 7 billion people on the planet, so we will have to be patient. But..." He stopped.

"But? What's but?" Ron asked, started to get worried. Kim didn't want to admit it, but he began to worry her as well.

"But, that's even if she's on record. There's no guarantee a ghost like her will have her blood sample on file. So all we can do is hope for the best." He stood up, and grabbed the blood sample from the enhanced microscope. He calmly walked it over to his large monitor setup, almost shifting in wobbles due to slight intoxication.

He pressed a small green button on his dash, and watched a long cylinder rise from the side of his workbench. It had a single small light inside, and two clips to hold the slide in place. After carefully placing it inside, he pressed the button again and watched the cylinder receded back into the machine.

"You two leave me to my work." Drakken dryly spoke, not even bothering turning away from his computer.

"Bruh, what? What are we supposed to do while you work? It's not like we can go out for the night or anything! There's a killer out there man!" Ron started whining sith his arms up in the air.

"I don't know! Go swim in the chlorine with your eyes open for all I care! Just leave me alone until I get a read on this sample!" Drakken turned around, giving Ron a run for his money in terms of whining.

"But we-

"Fine. But the second you find something, you let me know. Got it?" Kim cut Ron off, sternly directing Drakken.

"Whatever! Just get out of my lab you degenerates!" He turned back to his working computer, swatting them away with his hand.
"Lets go." Kim rolled her eyes and exited his secret lab with Ron.

"So what's the plan? More recon? More spooky clue hunting?" Ron questioned, as they made their way up the stairs. "Not this time," the redhead briefly spoke, "It's time to see an old friend."

"Old friend? Right o- wait... what old friend?" Rons enthusiasm diminished, as he quickly caught on to her referencing. Her only answer, was a brief dry look from her exhausted eyes.
-

The monkey lord sat to himself quietly in his studies. His 'Lotus Pose' was in motion; feet crossed together with his hands in his lap. His eyelids relaxed calmly over his eyes, as his meditation had finally began its tipping point.
"Inner peace..." Monty Fiske, aka Monkey Fist said softly to himself.

He could feel his inner chi balance itself inside his aura, reaching absolutely meditation within the next minute. It was the part he looked forward to at the beginning of each morning. Normal people drink their coffee and eat breakfast by a television screen in the morning, but that modern lifestyle felt... too barbaric for Monty. This was much simpler, and much more peaceful.

He easily lifted one eye halfway up, and looked to the side. His breathing continued its calm pace, staying consistent even at a time of such alert.

"Even after years of silence, you still can't sneak up on me." He spoke to the human creeping around the corner behind him. He never broke his position, even as he felt the perpetrator begin to step foot into his meditation chamber.

He sighed deeply, and finally reopened his eyes. "What are you doing here, Kim Possible?" He said in a harsh, yet calm tone, as he blew out the dozen of candles that sat before him.

"How did you know?" He finally heard her speak in a soft tone, and pivoted around on his behind to look at her. "My ears may go away with age, but the training doesn't. I can pick you out a mile away." He said, not breaking his criss-cross position. "So, are you going to tell me why you've come all this way? Don't tell me you come to fight me all by yourself. We both know how this works." He slightly smirked, aware he'd have the upper hand due to his monkey army.

"I didn't come to fight you, Monkey Fist. Trust me, if I wanted you taken down for something, you'd already be in prison." She bragged back, causing his smirk to drop. The backpack she had slung around her shoulder, she tossed on the small loveseat in the same room. She then dropped to her knees, sitting opposite of her usual foe.

"So you've just come here... to talk?" He let out a small pity laugh, unable to believe the fact that she wanted something other than to fight. Her reply, was a nod of the head. "Guidance, more or less." She continued to cause the lord to look at her with slight confusion.

"And I'm the person you came to for guidance... I'm flattered." His smirk returned, as he turned back to face the open doorway. "He's asleep back in the jet. Don't worry, he isn't coming in here." Kim already answered his question about Ron before he even asked it.

Still processing what exactly was happening right now, Fist looked over to his small pot of freshly brewed tea. "Camomile Tea?" He politely offered. "Uh, sure." She accepted, knowing how rude it was to decline an offer from any host. Still in his same position, he grabbed the pot with his tail- Wait... tail?

"That's... new." Kim reacted to Monkey Fist's newest addition. "It's been ages since we've crossed paths, Possible. You haven't seen all I've newly acquired in your absence." He explained, as he poured the tea into a small cup. He handed her the warm tea, and looked up at her right shoulder.

"For example, I know you have a cut on your shoulder purely by sense of smell. I even detect traces of steel. Was it a knife? Even a sword, maybe?" He questioned her, starting to freak her out with how descriptive he was.

"Sword." She briefly answered.

"From the new killer, I assume?"

"Yes," she stopped, and sat her tea next to her on the floor, "that's actually what I came to talk to you about." She placed her hands on her thighs. "Oh please. What could you possibly gain coming all the way here? I know nothing of your foe, nor do I care." He finally leapt to his feet in one fluid motion.

"So you know she'll be coming for you, then." Kim fired back, not moving from her spot. "She will never find me-

"I did. And it didn't take much either. You've gotten sloppy. This new killer, she is ridiculously skilled. More than anything I have ever seen. She has mirrored me in every thing I do. My fighting, my thinking, my sleuth skills... she will find you Monkey Fist. So before that happens, I need you to help me." Kim's words became solid.

"What could I possibly do for you? Teach you something? Preposterous. There's nothing you can gain from me. Besides... you're right." He sighed.

"Wait what? What was that last part?" Kim said in astonishment.

"You're right about her. I know she's coming for me. And I also know it's only a matter of time at this point. But there is also one other thing I know..." He stopped. Kim was left in bewilderment. She had never seen him so... exposed. So defenseless.

She sat silently, waiting for him to finish. "I know how the Rogue was created."

Kim's heart jolted, as her eyes flared open. "What are you hiding?" She sprang to her feet, quickly approaching him closer. "I swear if you know something about her Fist, you better tell me right now. Or this peaceful visit won't be-

"Recollect yourself, girl," he talked down to her in annoyance, "Calm your mind and listen." He turned to face the flames of the fireplace. Kim quietly stood by, waiting for his explanation.

"Whoever she was before, no longer exists. She wasn't always a monster. She had a kind heart. She was human..." He began his spill. "Years ago, I was recruited for a special assignment from an unknown buyer. I was never one for paid labor work, but my clientele had something I couldn't refuse." He stopped, and turned to face Kim. As he did so, he stepped to the side, to reveal something above the fireplace mantle.

The Lotus Blade.

Kim's eyes widened in shock.

"I didn't know how he got a hold of it, nor did I care. But what I did know, was that I would do anything for it. And so, I did as instructed."

"What exactly were you hired to do, Monte?" Kim's voice showed high interest but slight irritation. "Simple, I was hired to train, and harden the girl. She was a tough prospect, she even showed high similarity to you. Though, without the ridiculous mouth of course." He narrowed his eyes at her.

"But, I encountered one thing I never thought would confuse me," he paused, and turned back to the fireplace, "I began to take to the girl. My emotions clouded my vision. Her bright attitude and glowing personality began to blind me. It was as if she became the daughter I never had." Kim could hear the pain in his voice.

"But eventually, it was all beaten out of her. That little girl I cared so much for was no longer there. She was gone. And the one you know as The Rogue, was born." He concluded his tale. "So you knew the girl? Did you know a name or an alias or-

"I knew nothing. Nor did I want to. Otherwise.. the outcome may have been much different." He sadly spoke, referring to keeping her as a daughter of his own.

"But instead you beat and tormented a poor little girl until she was a trained killer." Kim's voice hardened, showing her hint of disgust for the monkey lord.

"As I was hired to do." His voice hardened to match her own. "I got what I came for, and did as I was told. I could not let personal feelings get in the way of achieving what I had spired to do. So do not judge my character for something you weren't present for, girl." He harshly spoke.

"How long ago did you train her?" Kim brushed off the remark, focused on knowing how long the Rogue had been in the business. It sounded to her like she had been a killer long before she was aware.

"There are... complications. The girl wasn't... normal, to say the least. Her age was accelerated. To her what seemed years, only required two of them in the modern world. Right before my eyes she grew from nine years old, to how ever old that monster is now." He painfully spoke.

"You seem to use the term monster very loosely. Afraid of your own creation, Frankenstein?" Kim quiply retorted.

"If you're asking if I fear my creation, I do not. But, I do regret it." He shamefully dropper back to his knees.

Kim fell silent. All of this information came to her so fast. Not to mention she had not expected Monkey Fist to be so directly involved in the murderer. But one thing was for certain now, she has a huge lead on the killer's identity. And that's on top of the blood sample from Drakken's lab.

Kim turned around, and grabbed her bag from the small loveseat. She began to walk away, but stopped. She turned her head slightly to look at Monkey Fist from the side.

"If I find out you have something more to do with this, I'll be back for you." She calmly threatened, before finally exiting the hidden mansion. There was no point in trying to pursue her. Hell, even if he wanted to he already knew he wouldn't catch her. He never could doubt her skills as much as he'd like to.

He felt the presence of the girl leave his aura, now long gone back to Middleton. He deeply sighed to himself, as he felt something else. Something greater. A... darker presence.

"So you've found me..." He quietly spoke. He didn't move. It was pointless, and he knew so.

Out from the shadows, stepped the diabolical killer herself. She was fully geared. He could smell every inch of armor, steel and woven clothing she possessed.

"Like the girl said... it didn't take much." The woman of few words spoke, her usual voice changer covering her normal tone.

"Don't bother with that ridiculous false voice machine. You're still the same little brat." He calmly spoke. He knew what was about to happen. He had no intention on fighting her. If this was the price he had to pay for turning her into the monster she is, he was more than willing.

The woman stared him down with her blood red eyes, before finally reaching up, and ripping off the face mask. He slowly turned around, dreading looking her in the eye. One last time.

"You've grown." He lightly spoke.

Their eyes met. No words exchanged. There was no fear in the room. Nor was there anger. There was only regret. The blank but hateful look on her face, against the dry and careless expression on his.

"You didn't tell her." The evil woman calmly spoke. "No," Fist said, "she will find out soon enough. Though had she asked for your identity, there was probably no way of me hiding it." He interlocked his hands behind his back.

After another brief moment of silence, the woman slowly reached up, and grabbed the sword from her sheathe. He heard the grinding sound of the sharp steel against the inside of the custom leather sheathe.

"You're heart is pounding. You don't want to kill me, do you." He said.

"No. But I have a mission. Cleanse the world of all evil." She spoke one final time. She placed her face mask back over her mouth, once again talking through her voice scrambler.

"Do what you must." He said.

There were no more words in that mansion that evening. No screaming, no begging for mercy. Not even the blade made a sound. Her visit was over faster than anticipated. Because he was right, she had been dreading this. She had not wanted to kill the very man she'd grown so close to her entire enhanced life. But sometimes, you just don't get what you want.