Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Last chapter was left with no such cliffhanger as the first one was. We find that the GJ, the network dedicated to cleaning up crime around the world, is behind the assassinations of both Killigan and Jackie Oaks (that is his last name, right?). We also see that Nate is not in complete agreement with their reasoning. This might be because there is a new director of the GJ, and his methods are strict, and to the point. And one more thing, when did I ever say he was macho?
" " speech
' ' thought
( ) author's notes
***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 3
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Kim opened her front door and folded the umbrella, placing it in the small cylinder for those things (anyone know what those are called?). when she looked up from doing that she was face to face with her mother.
"Where'd you get the umbrella from Kimmie?" she asked grabbing her coat from the closet.
"A friend loaned it to me," she said. "Where are you going?"
"To the hospital, I got an emergency that has to be taken care of," Dr. Possible said opening the door and rushed out.
Kim walked into the kitchen to see what she could scrounge up for supper when she saw a note on the counter. It was from her mother, just in case Kim arrived home after she left, it said that her brother's were sleeping over a friends house, and that her father would be working late.
"Great, got the house all to myself," she said with a lack of exuberance.
She went over to the fridge and looked inside for anything to eat. All she took was the milk jug, and set it on the counter. Reaching into the cabinet in front of her she pulled out a glass, and filled it almost full with the milk. After that she put the milk back.
"What is it about him that's has me feeling like this?" she asked the glass of milk. "He's like a mix of people to create the perfect guy."
No answers came to her question, she didn't expect them, but she could always hope. She drank all the milk and stepped in to the living room to watch some TV. First she checked the news channels to see if anything was going down...nothing. She checked the fashion channel, again nothing. Next she checked the weather channel.
"There has to be something on here," she said laying down on the couch.
Indeed there was something on the weather channel, the weather. She watched it and listened to what the weather would be like for Middleton.
"And here we see clouds moving in from the west, moving over the Middleton area. Looks like their football game is going to be rained out," the weatherman said.
"I ferociously doubt that ever happening," Kim said with a yawn.
The silence of the empty house, the bad day, the rain, and the weather channel were starting to make Kim a little drowsy. Before she knew it, she was asleep on the couch. The remote fell from her limp hand and landed on the floor.
*~*~*
Kim stood, face to face with the killer, even though his face was covered in shadow. The long green hair, the pike, the body. She knew them from somewhere, but where. It was like her own mind was keeping the answer from her. She stomped her foot and pointed at the figure.
"Why do you keep doing this?"
"You'll find out, in due time."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you'll know when the time is right."
"Fine, but why not tell me now?" she pleading giver patented puppy dog look.
"I can't, because I'm not real, and this is a dream," he said raising the pike above his head, and striking the floor with it.
It was as if the whole world around her was shattering to pieces, leaving nothing but blackness. Yet, she didn't fall into the abyss like she thought she would.
"Kim?"
"Dad?"
*~*~*
"Kim?" her father said shaking her awake.
"What, what happened?" she asked sitting up on the couch.
"You fell asleep watching the weather channel," he father said reaching down and picking up the remote. He turned around and shut off the TV.
"Oh."
"Well," Dr. Possible looked at his watch, "it's 11:30, so you get to bed."
"Okay," she said standing a little unsteadily at first, "night Daddy."
"Good night Kim," he said watching her run up the stairs to her room.
*****
Nate stood in his backyard, the rain clouds had given way to reveal a full moon, casting its light across the town. In his left hand was the pike, the ever-present green glow illuminating the area around him for about ten feet.
"Something is wrong about this," he said, "the rain was supposed to continue through tomorrow."
He nimbly stepped aside as a hole opened where he had just been.
"I will have nothing to do with you tonight," he pointed the pike at the hole, which quickly closed up. "I thought so."
A small leap and he stood on the roof, surveying the city, some lights were on, but most were off, seeing as it was three in the morning. His thoughts turned to the life he had been raised into. He had been born and reared by an ancient family of assassins. His mother and his father both came from assassin families. This is why they weren't home much, and why this was the first time in months that he had been home. He had been taught by his mother, his father, and the rest of his family in many different skills that the mercenary must know (these will be revealed in time).
"She's coming," he looked from side to side, trying to place the energy his pike was sensing.
His eyes began to glow green and small spots of energy signals started to appear in the darkened city. It looked like the image you get from an infrared scope, except green. Most of these signals were streetlights, others were traffic lights, and last were people who were walking around.
*****
The next day was going along like any other Saturday. Even though the game didn't start till one o'clock, Kim was up and getting ready at ten. She usually liked to get ready early, so she could get in some stretches and make any last minute changes to her schedule. Not to mention the amount of time it took her just to get her hair and make up just right (I'm sure many guys have run into that problem, I know I have).
She wondered about the dream she had last night, why would he seem so familiar, yet so alien. It was as if the black veil had dropped over her mind's eye again. She shrugged it off and went back to getting ready. When packing her bag, she wondered whether or not to pack her kimmunicator. No calls ever came when she brought it to games before, but she still put it in anyway, force of habit.
"I wonder if Wade found out anything else," she said reaching into her bag and retrieving the device. She quickly contacted Wade.
"Kim, what's up, what happened?" he asked quickly, usually he's the one who calls her.
"Nothing's up, I was just wondering if you found out anything else?" she asked.
"Nope, sorry," he responded typing away at his computer.
"Okay, thanks Wade, and remember-"
"-to call you when I find something," he finished her sentence.
"Right," she turned off the kimmunicator and placed it back in her bag.
She picked up her bag and headed down stairs, taking the steps two at a time. In a few minutes she out the door.
*****
Kim arrived at the the locker room, hoping to be the first one there. But, alas, Bonnie had beaten her there.
"How long have you been here?" Kim asked stepping up to her locker.
"About fifteen minutes," Bonnie replied, her voice dripping with that tone of superiority she always had.
"Hm."
About that time the others started arriving, and changing, and stretching.
"Kim?" Tara said stepping up to her.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering...about Ron."
"What about him?"
"You're his best friend, do you know if he's seeing anyone?"
"Him, no, unless he's keeping it a secret," Kim said closing her locker and spinning the lock.
"Oh, good," she said clasping her hands over her chest.
Kim cocked an eyebrow at her fellow cheerleader. She knew that Tara had a small crush on Ron since that fateful trip to Camp Wannaweep, but didn't actually expect her to act on it. Maybe she had read Tara's actions wrong, as well as Ron's. Maybe it could work for them.
*****
Nate sat in his seat in the bleachers wearing a short sleeved shirt and jeans. Two rows in front of him, dressed in extremely warm coats were the Doctors Possible. He wondered why people could possibly be so cold in 40 degree weather. He was just walking back up the stairs to his seat when he spied Ron leaning on the guardrail, watching the halftime show. Nate leaned against the rail next to him.
"You make that?" he asked looking down at the bulldog head.
"Yeah, like it?"
"Yeah, the craftsmanship is great, and believe me, I know," Nate said picking it up and examining it.
"Thanks."
"Is that a sac for fake foam?"
"Sure is."
"What flavor?"
"Banana cream."
"Nate Sindel," Nate said holding out his hand.
"Ron Stoppable, I sit in front of you in English," Ron said shaking it.
"I know, I never introduced myself."
"So," Ron said, "which one you think looks the best?"
"Hard to say really," Nate said looking at each one, "you?"
"I'd have to say Tara, the one with the wavy blonde hair (that is Tara right?)," he said.
"Hm, I don't really know why, but I'd have to go with Kim," Nate said turning around propping himself up on his elbows. "But hey, suum cuique."
"What?"
"It's Latin, it means 'to everyone his own'."
"Oh, cool."
They watched the rest of the cheerleader's show in silence. At the end of it Nate saw something that he thought Ron might not have seen, Tara winking at him. He decided not to say anything, just in case Ron did see it.
"How can you where a shirt like that in this weather?" Ron asked.
"Eh, I just get too hot wearing something long sleeved," Nate responded cracking his knuckles. "Especially because they never open windows in the school."
"You new here, in Middleton?"
"Not really, my family has a house here, sort of a vacation home. But my dad's in Italy and my mom's in Japan, so I got the house to myself."
"Ah, house party?"
"Neh, no time for a party," Nate said adjusting himself against the rail and cracking his neck.
They stood there talking till the game ended, and people began filing out of their seats. Middleton won the game 73 to 42, against Upperton's bobcats. Nate found out several interesting things about Kim that Ron had accidentally let slip. Such as that she was creeped out by him. But even though this information was helpful, it wasn't directly related to his mission.
"So this D-Hall, is a place where they steal your lunch money and beat the crap out you?" Nate asked.
"Yeah, it gets kind of routine," Ron said rubbing his shoulder, remembering Friday.
"Well, let me talk to them, I'm sure they'll see the light," Nate said flexing his arms a little, it had been so long since he had an up front fight.
"But you don't know these guys..." Ron started.
"I know the type though, and that's enough," Nate cracked his knuckles again.
*****
Down in the locker room Kim was rummaging through her bag for the kimmunicator, and when she founf it she quickly contacted Will. He said that he had never heard of Nate Sindel, and that if they had anything on him, she'd be the first to know. Kim was a little depressed by this, but figured that it was probably because he was new, and was a little intimidating. She decided not to let it bother her anymore, and just go on living her life.
As she walked out of the locker room she saw Ron leaning against the wall, talking with Tara. Against the wall across from him leaned Nate, his pale green eyes closed, with his arms crossed over his chest. His chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, which seemed to resonate around the hallway. She walked down the hallway to him and stopped.
"Thanks for the umbrella," she said.
"No problem, I told you I like the rain," he said looking down at her.
"How can you wear something like that in this weather?" she asked. "Everyone seems to be asking me that today," he said with a small smile on his face. "I just like the cold weather. Even in the dead of winter I'll wear shorts and tank."
Kim stared at him for a few more seconds, and he stared right back down at her. Their eyes boring holes into each other. It had actually become a staring contest; his eyes opened a lazy half way. Her eyes seemed to be questioning him as to who was he? And his were withholding that information from her, dangling it just out of reach.
"Great halftime show," he said turning away from her.
"Is that why you came down here?" "No," he jerked a thumb at Ron, "he said I should get to know you."
"Oh, well um, there's not much to tell."
"You're a average girl who saves the world, not much to that," he said sarcastically. "It takes a lot to save the world from people like Duff Killigan, don't be so modest about what you do."
"What do you know about Killigan?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Uh, rogue golfer, banned from every golf course in the world, believes golf should be a full contact sport," he said ticking each thing off on his fingers, "kidnapped Prof. Greene, stopped by you...stop me when you've heard enough."
"That was enough, how did you find that?"
"Internet, you'd be surprised what you can do with few basic hacking skills."
"I have a friend like that."
"Is he as modest about it as you are about saving the world," Nate asked cocking an eyebrow at her.
Kim was a bit taken aback by this, he seemed to be hiding something about himself, but then so do allot of people. Wade was pretty modest about what he did for her, always acting like nothing was new to him.
"Kind of, but not really," she said trying to sound like she was the modest one.
"I'm sure," he cast sideling glance at Ron, who as watching Tara walk away, and sighed. He reached up and pushed a few hairs out of his face, back up into the mass atop his head. A beeper on his hip went off, and he looked at it. "Sorry, but gotta go," he said turning away from them and heading down the hall.
Kim and Ron watched him go, Kim relieved that she wasn't near him, but also feeling some sort of emptiness inside her. It was strange, she wanted him to ask her out, but she felt like she would have to be the one to make the first move. Like he was dangling himself in front of her, waiting for her. She figured that this would be the best way to find out about him.
"Oh he so wants you KP," Ron said patting her on the back.
"Are you kidding me, he was straight up mocking me," she said pushing his arm away.
*****
Nate stood under the large bleachers, looking for the entrance point. But, as with many times before, the entrance found him. The floor beneath him opened and he dropped again into the capsule, and rocketed around underground to the GJ. He stepped out and was greeted by Will Du.
"Killmen wants to see you in his office," Will said showing him to a rather large door.
"Right, what's he want now?"
"I think to go over your contract."
"Again?" Nate sighed pushing the large metal doors open with ease.
He stepped into a rather nicely tailored office. The light from outside was nonexistent here, being replaced with normal lights. Along the walls were rows of books, and showcases. In these cases were weapons, guns, swords, even a glaive. At the other end of the office was a large, oak desk, and behind it was the director of the GJ, Isaac Killmen (the plaque on his desk says I. Killmen, get it). He was a new director here, having had 25 years of service at this organization.
"What do you want Killmen?" Nate asked walking on the hardwood floor. "I don't have all day."
"Of course," Killmen said, "have a seat."
"I'll stand, I don't plan on being here long," he replied crossing hid arms over his chest.
"Go right ahead," Killmen said leaning back in his large chair.
"Why did you call me here?"
"To discuss a little problem you caused yesterday."
"Hey, those robots were in my way, besides they said the only way out was through them," Nate shrugged.
"I know damn well what they said, but that's not the problem I'm talking about."
"Oh, what then?"
"This business of you saying you'll get to Monkey Fist when you feel like it, that's what," Killmen stood up and walked around the desk, looking in his display cases.
"That's what it says in my contract with you," Nate watched him out of the corner of his eye, ready if he tries anything.
"Really, then would you mind finding it for me?" Killmen turned around with the papers in his hand.
"Sure thing," Nate took the papers from him and read through them. After a few seconds he stopped, "Right here, Article C, Section F, Paragraph R, Page 4, and I quote, 'The party associated with the fist party may go along with his/her business at his/her own discretion,' end quote."
"Give me that," Killmen grabbed the paper and read through the part Nate read, and slammed it down on the desk. "You lucked out this time, but next time I have someone for you to kill, I expect it done that very night."
"Reread the contract, I kill who you want, when I want, it's right there in black and white."
Killmen didn't say anything; he just stared at Nate for a few minutes, running his hand over a Lugar that was on the bookshelf.
"Anything else?"
"Yes, there is one more thing," Killmen said, his mouth twisting into a grin, "it has come to my attention that you have been spending time with a certain Kim Possible. I don't like it."
"You're my employer, not my father, but what do you want me to do if she gets in my way?"
"Eliminate her."
TBC
Sorry I had to end it there, it was getting too long. I couldn't make good on my promise of D-Hall this chapter, but I will next chapter, promise. I hope this answers that question of how the GJ is involved. Keep those reviews coming people, I want at least five more before I upload the next chapter. That shouldn't be too much work. Okay, expect the next chapter soon.
Claimer: I do own any OC's in this fic.
Last chapter was left with no such cliffhanger as the first one was. We find that the GJ, the network dedicated to cleaning up crime around the world, is behind the assassinations of both Killigan and Jackie Oaks (that is his last name, right?). We also see that Nate is not in complete agreement with their reasoning. This might be because there is a new director of the GJ, and his methods are strict, and to the point. And one more thing, when did I ever say he was macho?
" " speech
' ' thought
( ) author's notes
***** scene change
The Assassin
Chapter 3
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*
Kim opened her front door and folded the umbrella, placing it in the small cylinder for those things (anyone know what those are called?). when she looked up from doing that she was face to face with her mother.
"Where'd you get the umbrella from Kimmie?" she asked grabbing her coat from the closet.
"A friend loaned it to me," she said. "Where are you going?"
"To the hospital, I got an emergency that has to be taken care of," Dr. Possible said opening the door and rushed out.
Kim walked into the kitchen to see what she could scrounge up for supper when she saw a note on the counter. It was from her mother, just in case Kim arrived home after she left, it said that her brother's were sleeping over a friends house, and that her father would be working late.
"Great, got the house all to myself," she said with a lack of exuberance.
She went over to the fridge and looked inside for anything to eat. All she took was the milk jug, and set it on the counter. Reaching into the cabinet in front of her she pulled out a glass, and filled it almost full with the milk. After that she put the milk back.
"What is it about him that's has me feeling like this?" she asked the glass of milk. "He's like a mix of people to create the perfect guy."
No answers came to her question, she didn't expect them, but she could always hope. She drank all the milk and stepped in to the living room to watch some TV. First she checked the news channels to see if anything was going down...nothing. She checked the fashion channel, again nothing. Next she checked the weather channel.
"There has to be something on here," she said laying down on the couch.
Indeed there was something on the weather channel, the weather. She watched it and listened to what the weather would be like for Middleton.
"And here we see clouds moving in from the west, moving over the Middleton area. Looks like their football game is going to be rained out," the weatherman said.
"I ferociously doubt that ever happening," Kim said with a yawn.
The silence of the empty house, the bad day, the rain, and the weather channel were starting to make Kim a little drowsy. Before she knew it, she was asleep on the couch. The remote fell from her limp hand and landed on the floor.
*~*~*
Kim stood, face to face with the killer, even though his face was covered in shadow. The long green hair, the pike, the body. She knew them from somewhere, but where. It was like her own mind was keeping the answer from her. She stomped her foot and pointed at the figure.
"Why do you keep doing this?"
"You'll find out, in due time."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you'll know when the time is right."
"Fine, but why not tell me now?" she pleading giver patented puppy dog look.
"I can't, because I'm not real, and this is a dream," he said raising the pike above his head, and striking the floor with it.
It was as if the whole world around her was shattering to pieces, leaving nothing but blackness. Yet, she didn't fall into the abyss like she thought she would.
"Kim?"
"Dad?"
*~*~*
"Kim?" her father said shaking her awake.
"What, what happened?" she asked sitting up on the couch.
"You fell asleep watching the weather channel," he father said reaching down and picking up the remote. He turned around and shut off the TV.
"Oh."
"Well," Dr. Possible looked at his watch, "it's 11:30, so you get to bed."
"Okay," she said standing a little unsteadily at first, "night Daddy."
"Good night Kim," he said watching her run up the stairs to her room.
*****
Nate stood in his backyard, the rain clouds had given way to reveal a full moon, casting its light across the town. In his left hand was the pike, the ever-present green glow illuminating the area around him for about ten feet.
"Something is wrong about this," he said, "the rain was supposed to continue through tomorrow."
He nimbly stepped aside as a hole opened where he had just been.
"I will have nothing to do with you tonight," he pointed the pike at the hole, which quickly closed up. "I thought so."
A small leap and he stood on the roof, surveying the city, some lights were on, but most were off, seeing as it was three in the morning. His thoughts turned to the life he had been raised into. He had been born and reared by an ancient family of assassins. His mother and his father both came from assassin families. This is why they weren't home much, and why this was the first time in months that he had been home. He had been taught by his mother, his father, and the rest of his family in many different skills that the mercenary must know (these will be revealed in time).
"She's coming," he looked from side to side, trying to place the energy his pike was sensing.
His eyes began to glow green and small spots of energy signals started to appear in the darkened city. It looked like the image you get from an infrared scope, except green. Most of these signals were streetlights, others were traffic lights, and last were people who were walking around.
*****
The next day was going along like any other Saturday. Even though the game didn't start till one o'clock, Kim was up and getting ready at ten. She usually liked to get ready early, so she could get in some stretches and make any last minute changes to her schedule. Not to mention the amount of time it took her just to get her hair and make up just right (I'm sure many guys have run into that problem, I know I have).
She wondered about the dream she had last night, why would he seem so familiar, yet so alien. It was as if the black veil had dropped over her mind's eye again. She shrugged it off and went back to getting ready. When packing her bag, she wondered whether or not to pack her kimmunicator. No calls ever came when she brought it to games before, but she still put it in anyway, force of habit.
"I wonder if Wade found out anything else," she said reaching into her bag and retrieving the device. She quickly contacted Wade.
"Kim, what's up, what happened?" he asked quickly, usually he's the one who calls her.
"Nothing's up, I was just wondering if you found out anything else?" she asked.
"Nope, sorry," he responded typing away at his computer.
"Okay, thanks Wade, and remember-"
"-to call you when I find something," he finished her sentence.
"Right," she turned off the kimmunicator and placed it back in her bag.
She picked up her bag and headed down stairs, taking the steps two at a time. In a few minutes she out the door.
*****
Kim arrived at the the locker room, hoping to be the first one there. But, alas, Bonnie had beaten her there.
"How long have you been here?" Kim asked stepping up to her locker.
"About fifteen minutes," Bonnie replied, her voice dripping with that tone of superiority she always had.
"Hm."
About that time the others started arriving, and changing, and stretching.
"Kim?" Tara said stepping up to her.
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering...about Ron."
"What about him?"
"You're his best friend, do you know if he's seeing anyone?"
"Him, no, unless he's keeping it a secret," Kim said closing her locker and spinning the lock.
"Oh, good," she said clasping her hands over her chest.
Kim cocked an eyebrow at her fellow cheerleader. She knew that Tara had a small crush on Ron since that fateful trip to Camp Wannaweep, but didn't actually expect her to act on it. Maybe she had read Tara's actions wrong, as well as Ron's. Maybe it could work for them.
*****
Nate sat in his seat in the bleachers wearing a short sleeved shirt and jeans. Two rows in front of him, dressed in extremely warm coats were the Doctors Possible. He wondered why people could possibly be so cold in 40 degree weather. He was just walking back up the stairs to his seat when he spied Ron leaning on the guardrail, watching the halftime show. Nate leaned against the rail next to him.
"You make that?" he asked looking down at the bulldog head.
"Yeah, like it?"
"Yeah, the craftsmanship is great, and believe me, I know," Nate said picking it up and examining it.
"Thanks."
"Is that a sac for fake foam?"
"Sure is."
"What flavor?"
"Banana cream."
"Nate Sindel," Nate said holding out his hand.
"Ron Stoppable, I sit in front of you in English," Ron said shaking it.
"I know, I never introduced myself."
"So," Ron said, "which one you think looks the best?"
"Hard to say really," Nate said looking at each one, "you?"
"I'd have to say Tara, the one with the wavy blonde hair (that is Tara right?)," he said.
"Hm, I don't really know why, but I'd have to go with Kim," Nate said turning around propping himself up on his elbows. "But hey, suum cuique."
"What?"
"It's Latin, it means 'to everyone his own'."
"Oh, cool."
They watched the rest of the cheerleader's show in silence. At the end of it Nate saw something that he thought Ron might not have seen, Tara winking at him. He decided not to say anything, just in case Ron did see it.
"How can you where a shirt like that in this weather?" Ron asked.
"Eh, I just get too hot wearing something long sleeved," Nate responded cracking his knuckles. "Especially because they never open windows in the school."
"You new here, in Middleton?"
"Not really, my family has a house here, sort of a vacation home. But my dad's in Italy and my mom's in Japan, so I got the house to myself."
"Ah, house party?"
"Neh, no time for a party," Nate said adjusting himself against the rail and cracking his neck.
They stood there talking till the game ended, and people began filing out of their seats. Middleton won the game 73 to 42, against Upperton's bobcats. Nate found out several interesting things about Kim that Ron had accidentally let slip. Such as that she was creeped out by him. But even though this information was helpful, it wasn't directly related to his mission.
"So this D-Hall, is a place where they steal your lunch money and beat the crap out you?" Nate asked.
"Yeah, it gets kind of routine," Ron said rubbing his shoulder, remembering Friday.
"Well, let me talk to them, I'm sure they'll see the light," Nate said flexing his arms a little, it had been so long since he had an up front fight.
"But you don't know these guys..." Ron started.
"I know the type though, and that's enough," Nate cracked his knuckles again.
*****
Down in the locker room Kim was rummaging through her bag for the kimmunicator, and when she founf it she quickly contacted Will. He said that he had never heard of Nate Sindel, and that if they had anything on him, she'd be the first to know. Kim was a little depressed by this, but figured that it was probably because he was new, and was a little intimidating. She decided not to let it bother her anymore, and just go on living her life.
As she walked out of the locker room she saw Ron leaning against the wall, talking with Tara. Against the wall across from him leaned Nate, his pale green eyes closed, with his arms crossed over his chest. His chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing, which seemed to resonate around the hallway. She walked down the hallway to him and stopped.
"Thanks for the umbrella," she said.
"No problem, I told you I like the rain," he said looking down at her.
"How can you wear something like that in this weather?" she asked. "Everyone seems to be asking me that today," he said with a small smile on his face. "I just like the cold weather. Even in the dead of winter I'll wear shorts and tank."
Kim stared at him for a few more seconds, and he stared right back down at her. Their eyes boring holes into each other. It had actually become a staring contest; his eyes opened a lazy half way. Her eyes seemed to be questioning him as to who was he? And his were withholding that information from her, dangling it just out of reach.
"Great halftime show," he said turning away from her.
"Is that why you came down here?" "No," he jerked a thumb at Ron, "he said I should get to know you."
"Oh, well um, there's not much to tell."
"You're a average girl who saves the world, not much to that," he said sarcastically. "It takes a lot to save the world from people like Duff Killigan, don't be so modest about what you do."
"What do you know about Killigan?" she cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Uh, rogue golfer, banned from every golf course in the world, believes golf should be a full contact sport," he said ticking each thing off on his fingers, "kidnapped Prof. Greene, stopped by you...stop me when you've heard enough."
"That was enough, how did you find that?"
"Internet, you'd be surprised what you can do with few basic hacking skills."
"I have a friend like that."
"Is he as modest about it as you are about saving the world," Nate asked cocking an eyebrow at her.
Kim was a bit taken aback by this, he seemed to be hiding something about himself, but then so do allot of people. Wade was pretty modest about what he did for her, always acting like nothing was new to him.
"Kind of, but not really," she said trying to sound like she was the modest one.
"I'm sure," he cast sideling glance at Ron, who as watching Tara walk away, and sighed. He reached up and pushed a few hairs out of his face, back up into the mass atop his head. A beeper on his hip went off, and he looked at it. "Sorry, but gotta go," he said turning away from them and heading down the hall.
Kim and Ron watched him go, Kim relieved that she wasn't near him, but also feeling some sort of emptiness inside her. It was strange, she wanted him to ask her out, but she felt like she would have to be the one to make the first move. Like he was dangling himself in front of her, waiting for her. She figured that this would be the best way to find out about him.
"Oh he so wants you KP," Ron said patting her on the back.
"Are you kidding me, he was straight up mocking me," she said pushing his arm away.
*****
Nate stood under the large bleachers, looking for the entrance point. But, as with many times before, the entrance found him. The floor beneath him opened and he dropped again into the capsule, and rocketed around underground to the GJ. He stepped out and was greeted by Will Du.
"Killmen wants to see you in his office," Will said showing him to a rather large door.
"Right, what's he want now?"
"I think to go over your contract."
"Again?" Nate sighed pushing the large metal doors open with ease.
He stepped into a rather nicely tailored office. The light from outside was nonexistent here, being replaced with normal lights. Along the walls were rows of books, and showcases. In these cases were weapons, guns, swords, even a glaive. At the other end of the office was a large, oak desk, and behind it was the director of the GJ, Isaac Killmen (the plaque on his desk says I. Killmen, get it). He was a new director here, having had 25 years of service at this organization.
"What do you want Killmen?" Nate asked walking on the hardwood floor. "I don't have all day."
"Of course," Killmen said, "have a seat."
"I'll stand, I don't plan on being here long," he replied crossing hid arms over his chest.
"Go right ahead," Killmen said leaning back in his large chair.
"Why did you call me here?"
"To discuss a little problem you caused yesterday."
"Hey, those robots were in my way, besides they said the only way out was through them," Nate shrugged.
"I know damn well what they said, but that's not the problem I'm talking about."
"Oh, what then?"
"This business of you saying you'll get to Monkey Fist when you feel like it, that's what," Killmen stood up and walked around the desk, looking in his display cases.
"That's what it says in my contract with you," Nate watched him out of the corner of his eye, ready if he tries anything.
"Really, then would you mind finding it for me?" Killmen turned around with the papers in his hand.
"Sure thing," Nate took the papers from him and read through them. After a few seconds he stopped, "Right here, Article C, Section F, Paragraph R, Page 4, and I quote, 'The party associated with the fist party may go along with his/her business at his/her own discretion,' end quote."
"Give me that," Killmen grabbed the paper and read through the part Nate read, and slammed it down on the desk. "You lucked out this time, but next time I have someone for you to kill, I expect it done that very night."
"Reread the contract, I kill who you want, when I want, it's right there in black and white."
Killmen didn't say anything; he just stared at Nate for a few minutes, running his hand over a Lugar that was on the bookshelf.
"Anything else?"
"Yes, there is one more thing," Killmen said, his mouth twisting into a grin, "it has come to my attention that you have been spending time with a certain Kim Possible. I don't like it."
"You're my employer, not my father, but what do you want me to do if she gets in my way?"
"Eliminate her."
TBC
Sorry I had to end it there, it was getting too long. I couldn't make good on my promise of D-Hall this chapter, but I will next chapter, promise. I hope this answers that question of how the GJ is involved. Keep those reviews coming people, I want at least five more before I upload the next chapter. That shouldn't be too much work. Okay, expect the next chapter soon.
