Kim ran down the stairs at a breakneck pace, skipping about three or four steps before finally hitting the bottom. The air was humid and she felt several involuntary chills course through her spine.

. The place was like a large corridor almost. It was dark and a few poorly placed lights served to only heighten the foreboding effect. It would have been more convincing however were it not for the bright light that seemed to be shining from down the hallway.

"Ninety bucks says those are the robbers," Kim muttered under her breath. She leapt forward another couple of meters and peeked around the corner.

The light was apparently coming from a blowtorch that the robbers were using to cut a hole in the safe.

Kim got closer and frowned. That wasn't a blowtorch, that was one of the thieves' HANDS. Suddenly, the fire upstairs made a lot more sense.

"Ahem," she said suddenly, surprising the guy with the fire hands. Startled he accidentally shot a bright orange fireball at the wall, where it exploded, leaving a wicked-looking scorch mark.

"Who are you?" he snarled when he finally got around to focusing on Kim. His voice was muffled by the bright red ski mask that obscured his face.

"Kim Possible's then name," she responded cheerfully, "and I'm going to have to ask you to surrender yourself to the law officials outside.

The response she got was a bright inferno of fire coming straight at her. She jumped with everything she had straight into the air while simultaneously unsheathing her grappling gun and firing it at a nick in the ceiling, which fortunately rather high. The fire passed harmlessly underneath her although the heat that emanated from it almost hurt.

Kim arced her body so that she swung forward and towards the fire blasting villain. When in range, she kicked him as hard as she could with both feet, sending him sprawling against the wall. Without missing a beat, Kim hopped to the side and struck out with her foot at one of the accomplices, relying more on memory of his position than her eyes. With a loud oomph sound, he was down and out, leaving only the third robber.

In the time it had taken for Kim to deal with the first two, he had drawn out a Smith & Wesson and started to fire. His aim was considerably poor and with the way that Kim darted about it was hard to get a bead on her but sooner or later he would connect. Kim had to make that a never.

Sliding on the ground, Kim was able to get underneath the hail of bullets and kick her opponents legs out from under him. She did not get up immediately, but instead kiked the firearm out of his hand with another sweep of her leg, considerably leveling the playing field.

Her enemy stood up and so did she. There was a brief moment of glaring before the robber lunged with a predictable right cross. Reflexively, Kim blocked the blow with her elbow before it could gain more momentum and viciously snap kicked. The man's teeth smacked together with an audible CLACK. To finish off her move, Kim maneuvered her left arm so that it was gripping the man's right arm , and twisted, causing the man's entire body to spin in its efforts to keep the arm in a comfortable position. Of course, that made it child's play for Kim to apply a simple nerve block that knocked the man unconscious instantaneously.

Kim never knew what hit her. A burning sensation assaulted her from behind with enough force to knock her off balance. Like all of her equipment, Kim's suit was flame retardant but that didn't lessen the pain any, and it still probably had limits.

"I hope you didn't think that a mere kick was all it takes to put me down," said the flaming-firing red ski hat wearing crook, who was back on his feet.

"I hoped," Kim muttered. She watched his hands carefully with an analyzing eye. It seemed that he had a contraption on either hand that allowed him to create fire. It would almost look like magic if you didn't know the trick. Apparently, in one glove there was a lighter of some sort and in the other some kind of highly pressurized flammable fluid that could be forced out of a small nozzle much the way water is forced out of a Supersoaker. Once the fluid hit the fire that lighter produced, it would ignite, creating an awesome stream of fire. It made sense now why the guy had to put his hands together to release a blaze of fire.

"You look far too young to be a cop," The man said. Thankfully, he hadn't put his hands together-not yet anyway.

"I'm not a cop," Kim responded simply.

"Then what, pray tell, are you?"

"A whole lotta things. You on the other hand are a common thief and like I said before, you need to give up. The place is like, surrounded by police."

"Who will be too be too busy dealing with the fire to worry about me. Unfortunately, thanks to your interference, valuable time has been wasted and it will now be impossible for me to make off with all the money I'd intended to." His hands began to come together but right before he could summon a fiery blaze, Kim rushed up and grabbed both hands, trying to keep them apart.

"Oh no ya don't," she muttered. She knew pretty well what would happen if he got those hands together and she wasn't interested in being a Barbecued teen hero.

"You insolent child!" The man snarled. He was surprised by the strength that Kim possessed. If only he could just get the fluid to eject. There wouldn't be a flame but Kim would be momentarily blinded.

With a loud hissing sound, the fluid erupted from his hand, splattering all over Kim's face. Stunned, she loosened her grip as the liquid seared her eyes. It hurt. A lot, and if Kim hadn't spent hours in her hero training conditioning herself to handle pain, she'd have been writhing on the ground. As it was, she had the presence of mind to block the farewell punch that the fire shooting robber threw at her before fleeing towards the flight of stairs, leaving a blinded Kim behind.

She had to work to steady herself as she blinked her eyes, trying to restore her vision. Her eyes were burning and she was frantically trying to rub the foreign substance from them. She found herself offhandedly hoping that Ron and Cleo intercepted the guy.

***

"They're all out," Ron said satisfactorily as the last of the flames were extinguished and the last person made her way out.

"Good," Cleo said, wondering if 'Scorcher' as she'd nicknamed him had already defeated Kim. She hoped the suit she'd given him worked to perfection. He hadn't had much trouble turning the bank into a blazing inferno, so it probably did. Time was of the essence though. The hypnotic spell she'd placed over him wouldn't last forever, and it wouldn't do for him to come to his senses at such an inopportune moment.

'Scorcher' came charging up the stairs then, leaping the last four. His head swung back and forth frantically trying to discover an escape route.

"Put your hands in the air!" One of the policemen yelled. The other officers were taking out their firearms.

"No problem," Scorcher rasped. His hands went up, but instead of assuming the position that the police had in mind, he put both hands together.

No one saw Cleo's faint smile as a blazing inferno engulfed the room.

A/N so so so so sorry I didn't update sooner, but for some reason ff.net wouldn't let me upload any documents for a couple of weeks. Tell me what you think.

-Godfather.