Author's Note
I do not own Kim Possible.
They flew for longer than they'd ever done in the wind tunnel, but at last they could fly no longer. They landed in what Helios said were trees and found water to rest by.
"What now?" asked Yellow.
"Now…" Red said, staring at the water. "Now we're free."
She'd never been free before.
Metis held up that black stick thing. "We need a computer. I stole information on us."
"That thing has… information?"
"On where we came from." Metis smiled. "Or in our case, where our pride was sent." She patted at the ground. "But we should rest for now."
They slept the night in the trees. It was cold, and smelled funny, but it was different from the cage. Red curled herself around Biter and Kicker, draping her wings over them. Flare and Yellow cuddled into her legs, while Winter pressed himself into Goldie's wings.
Contact.
They'd never had much of that either.
In the morning, they flew until little metal buildings appeared beneath them. Clothing flapped on ropes around them. Metis and Helios insisted on stopping to take some, shedding their gowns and pulling it on. Red followed their example, though she was unsure why they had to wear this stuff. Their gowns had only been changed last week. Once she was done, she dressed Kicker and Biter in some of the smaller clothing. There was only one coat small enough for Flare, so she kept her gown and wore the coat over the top.
"Come on," Metis muttered. "Let's get out of here before someone realises."
They took to the skies again, and the small ones shrieked with delight as they chased the clouds. Down below, a larger mass of buildings appeared. Helios swooped down to look at a big board. "Go City," he said when he returned.
"Will they have a computer?" Red asked.
Metis laughed. "They should have many."
They landed outside the city and walked. There were many doctors here, but none of them shouted or tried to stop them. There were other subjects too. They had long hair and clothes like the doctors. More than anything people stared at Flare, until Yellow picked her up and hid her in her arms.
They stopped at a big stone building with huge letters above the door. Metis led them inside.
The room was huge, with large shelves filled with books. But they wanted the line of computers at the back of the room. Metis stuck the black stick into one of them and they gathered round.
"You… understand all this?" Red asked as Metis studied the screen.
"You can too," Helios said. "It's easy to learn. Anything's possible."
"Yeah."
"OK," Metis said. "It looks like Hyperion was sold to someone in South America. That's gonna be closest. Theia went to Europe and the twins to the UK. Leto's buyer was in Africa."
Helios groaned and ran his hand through his hair. "We'll never be able to find them!"
"No; hold up. Atlas went to– Oh, Canada. We can do Canada, right?"
Helios straightened. "Well sure, we can do Canada."
"Perfect."
"So we're going to Canada?" Red asked.
She'd never been to Canada either.
"Um, we are, I guess. Let's see for you."
The image on screen changed.
"OK, you are…" She frowned. "Classified."
"Classified?"
"Super high level classified." She tapped at the keyboard and shook her head. "Wow. I've never seen this before. Guess you're with us, Red."
"I can do that if you can teach me this."
Metis grinned. "Deal."
"So, Yellow…" She grimaced. "Oh. Sold by parents. There are names, but I don't know if you want…"
Yellow shrugged. "I don't know what parents are anyway."
"Winter… family died in car crash. Kicker and Biter… oh, we've got live, happy ones."
The boys perked up. "We do?"
"Yup. Parents are James and Anne Possible, live somewhere called Middleton."
"Is that close?" Red asked.
Metis clicked on something. "It's… about three hours away. You wanna go?"
Red looked at the boys. "You wanna go?"
They exchanged looks. "Hell yeah!"
"Perfect; we can go there next. Now, Flare–"
A box appeared on screen, flashing red.
"Classified," Metis said. "And then some. More than Red; file won't even open. You must be something special, kiddo."
Flare beamed. "I'm special!"
Red patted her on the head. "You sure are."
Her stomach rumbled. "Is there somewhere we can get some food?"
Metis pulled the stick from the computer. "We can do that."
