A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews everyone! Keep 'em coming—they fuel the fire! Here's chapter 3. Enjoy :)
Chapter 3That evening at dinner, Kim aimlessly pushed her green peas around on her plate, her mind spinning too fast for her to concentrate on eating.
"What's wrong, Kimmie? Did something happen at school today?' Her dad asked.
"No dad, I've just got a lot on my mind right now. No big."
"Don't worry Dr. Possible, she's just anxious about this whole saving the world thing. Me? I'm not worried a bit. I'm sure I'll be a natural at it." Ron said as he downed nearly an entire slice of meatloaf in one bite. He was staying for dinner, as he usually did more nights than not.
"World saving thing?" Mr. and Mrs. Possible asked in unison, eyebrows raised. When Kim looked up from her plate she saw that her family, including her twin brothers, had stopped eating to stare at her and Ron with puzzled looks.
"Thanks Ron, way to break the news to them gently." Kim muttered.
"No problem, KP." He replied, obviously missing the sarcasm in her voice.
"Mom, Dad, have you ever heard of Global Justice?" Kim asked.
"Sure" her dad said, "At the lab, we're always having problems with some crazy villain or another tying to steal our top secret equipment to take over the world. GJ always send their agents in to take care of it."
"Oh. Well something odd happened on the way home from school today. Ron and I were sort of kidnapped by Global Justice."
"Kidnapped! Are you alright?" Her mom worried.
"We're fine mom. It was so not the drama. It turns out that they want Ron and I to be their new agents."
"COOL!" The twins shouted.
"Do you get to have a gun?" Jim asked.
"Of course not, they're going to give her a plasma ray. It's much more effective." Tim chimed in.
"Just hold on a second. Let me get this straight. Global Justice wants two high school students to be crime fighters?" Kim's dad asked skeptically.
"That's pretty much it how it went down, Dr. P." Ron said.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I don't want my Kimmie-Cup to be running around all over the world chasing bad guys. It's too dangerous." Mr. Possible worried.
"Now let's think this over. We always say that trying new things is good for the kids. I think Kim and Ron are old enough now to make their own decisions." Mrs. Possible said.
"Thanks for the support mom." Kim smiled.
"Well…I still don't like the idea, but I guess if Kimmie thinks she can handle it, then it's her decision. You'd better not let anything happen to her, Ron." Her dad gave in.
"Don't worry, Dr. P, I'm on it. You can count on me!" Ron raised his hand to his brow and saluted Kim's dad.
"Thanks dad!" Kim got up from her seat at the table and went over to hug her parents. "Don't worry about me—you always say that I can do anything, right?"
"Yes, Kimmie, but this isn't exactly what I meant. Just please be careful."
"We will dad, promise!"
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After Kim's practice the following day, she and Ron waited outside the school for their ride. Right on schedule a sleek, black Camaro drove up to the curb. A nice looking man in his mid-twenties was sitting behind the wheel. He motioned for them to get in.
"Sweet ride!" Ron gushed as he slid into the backseat.
"Yeah sweet." Rufus repeated from his perch on Ron's shoulder.
"It's a standard issue Global Justice vehicle." The man said.
"BOO-YAH! Ron shouted. "Did you hear that KP? As soon as we pass the driver's test, were gonna get hooked-up!
"Ron, try to control yourself." Kim said through clenched teeth. She felt her cheeks grow warm in embarrassment for Ron's immature behavior in front of the agent.
"Sorry Stoppable, only agents over twenty-five are permitted to drive GJ vehicles." The man pointed out.
"Awwww man!" Ron groaned. "And I could've had all the ladies with a car like this."
Kim turned and rolled her eyes at him from the front seat.
"What?" he asked, unaware that he'd done anything wrong.
Kim ignored him and started talking to the agent. "So what should we expect Agent…?"
"Thompson. Agent Thompson. The first few weeks will be basic training. You'll learn fighting and self-defense skills, how to conduct investigations and stuff like that. It'll be awhile before you go on any missions."
"Riiight." Kim said, wondering what she had gotten herself into.
The remainder of the car ride was taken in silence. When they reached Global Justice, Dr. Director greeted them. "Good evening, we're glad that you made the decision to join us. Before we get started, I want you to change into these. They'll be your mission clothes." She handed them both a neatly folded set of clothes and let them to separate rooms where they could change.
When they emerged, Kim and Ron looked each other over with excitement. "Nice look for you KP." Ron said.
"Thanks, it works for you too." Kim replied.
The outfits were very similar with a few subtle differences. Both teens wore cargo pants equipped with a utility belt. Kim's were olive green and Ron's were dark gray. Kim had a tight black midriff shirt, while Ron's shirt was just a black tee. Both wore identical black gloves and sneakers.
"Glad you like it." Dr. Director entered the room.
"Just one question…what's this do?" Ron asked as he pulled the grappling hook from his utility belt. He pressed the trigger button that sent the hook flying across the room. The force of the rope that was still connected to his pants caused him to stumble and fall face-first to the floor.
"Oh…never mind." He said sheepishly, as he climbed back on his feet.
"Roooon!" Kim whined in embarrassment.
"Don't worry" Dr. Director said coolly, apparently not phased by Ron's mishap. "We'll teach you how to use all of your equipment during your sessions."
"Well, that's a relief!" Ron dusted himself off.
"Come, its time to start phase one of your training."
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Phase one consisted of a complex obstacle course of ropes, tunnels and high walls. The object was to complete the entire course in less than five minutes. Kim glided through with ease, sporting a time of four minutes and thirty-five seconds on the first try. Ron had a little more difficulty. After banging his head several times and spraining his ankle, he crossed the finish line in eleven minutes flat.
"It's about time." Kim gloated as Ron stumbled across the line.
"Well excuuuuse me for not becoming a cheerleader." He glared at her angrily.
Taking the hint that she had offended him, she softened her tone. "Don't worry, you'll get it." She said, patting him on the shoulder.
As the weeks passed, Ron did get it. He actually became quite good at it. They moved on to phases two and three that consisted of intense fight training and self-defense. Kim was always way ahead of Ron at everything they attempted, but with shear determination and practice he managed to pull through.
Mid-way through their third week of training, during a lesson in Kung Fu, Dr. Director rushed into the room and interrupted them. "Possible, Stoppable, it's time." She said flatly.
"Time for what?" Ron asked confused.
"For your first mission."
"But we haven't completed training yet!" Kim protested.
"I know, but this is an emergency. Dr. Drakken and his assistant Shego have stolen a mind control device from a top-secret government facility in Nevada. He plans to turn all of the world's leaders into mindless zombies under his control. It's up to you to stop him." Dr. Director spoke calmly as if it was no big deal.
"B-B-But…" Ron stuttered nervously. Up until this point, he'd been cool and collected about the situation, but suddenly he wasn't so sure about this whole world saving thing.
"You're ready." Dr. directory simply said.
Kim and Ron could only stare at each other with anxious expressions as they prepared to embark on their first mission.