A/N: Thanks to everyone who has sent me good reviews in this story: I've been getting flames on other stories lately and it's nice to see that I'm at least doing well here!
Zeda and Rufus were hopelessly lost. Neither of them spoke Italian, so they couldn't find a way to communicate with the people there, and so they couldn't possibly find a boat or plane to Sicily.
As they sat at a table outside of a restaurant, Zeda and Rufus watched the people go by. Zeda took a sip of her decaf. "You know," she said to the naked mole rat, "I didn't think Italian would be that hard to learn." "Mm-hmm, yeah," Rufus agreed, eyeing a plate of spaghetti hungrily. "I figured there would at least be a handful of people here who spoke the English language," Zeda said through gritted teeth, a bit angry at the whole world right then. "Do you speak Italian as well as you fly planes, Rufus?" Zeda asked.
When there was no answer, she jerked upright. "Rufus?" She gasped in horror. A little pink object was sitting on a table in front of two horrified people eating their lunch!
"Rufus! No!" Zeda cried out, lurching over to grab him off of the couple's lasagna. "I am so so so so so so so sorry!" Zeda said apologetically. "Oh, it is quite all right," the man assured her.
"How can I repay you?" Zeda asked. "Well-" Just then, something caught Zeda's attention. A man wearing sunglasses, a suit, and fancy shoes was aiming a pistol at the man.
"Look out!" Zeda cried, dropping Rufus and hurling herself at the man, effectively knocking both him and the woman to the ground just as a bullet whizzed through the air where he had been sitting.
Utter chaos. Zeda's hand was stepped on at least five gazillion times as she struggled to keep the man from being harmed, and to find Rufus as well.
"Rufus!" Zeda cried out as she thrust both the man, woman, and herself under a table, safe from the mass of terrified people.
Rufus scampered under the table and into Zeda's pocket, where he sat there and shook. Zeda buttoned her pocket so he wouldn't fall out if they had to run, which she suspected they very well might have to.
The man kept shooting, and was walking over to them, although he couldn't see them. However, if he knocked over their table, they'd be dead meat. Zeda heard a click, and looked over to see the slightly balding man taking safety off of his own gun. "Oh, Goddess," Zeda breathed. "It's okay, it's okay," the woman assured her. "He is…how you say…good guy!" Zeda furrowed her brow. "Is he trying to overtake Dr. Drakkan and his evil bunch of minions?"
The woman leaned in closer, eyes wide. "You doing it as well?" Zeda breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness she had stumbled onto friends instead of enemies. "Yes," Zeda said. "I'm trying to find my friends."
"Oh, that is good," the woman smiled, and shook Zeda's hand. "I am Isabel. Once, Kim Possible, you know her?" "Yeah, she's my boyfriend's best friend," Zeda answered. "Ah," Isabel nodded. "Kim Possible saved my mansion from being overtaken by man named…Mon-Monkey-Monkeyfist, that is it!"
"Oh," Zeda nodded suddenly seeing the whole picture. "Is there anybody else doing what you and I and him are doing?" she asked. "Oh, yes," Isabel nodded furtively. "There is-" "If you ladies do not mind," the man said between gritted teeth, "this is not fancy ball where you can stand around all day and chit-chat!"
"Right," Zeda answered. "You wanna make a run for it?" "How is that possible?" the man asked. "There is danger all around!" Isabel protested. "Um, I think it's better to die trying rather than die under a table!" Zeda snapped, her patience with the Italian couple wearing thin.
"On my count, we'll run that way," Zeda pointed. "One, two-" But before she could count to three, the table was thrown off of them, and a gun barrel pointed directly in their faces. The man (good guy) fired before the other could. The bad guy clutched his arm in pain.
"Three!" Zeda shouted. All three of them ran like their lives depended on it. (Well, actually, it did, but you know…)
Hours later, Zeda, Isabel, and the man (who had been identified as Roman), arrived at the good guys' secret headquarters. "Password," a thick Italian voice said at the door. "Cheesy lasagna," Roman answered. The door opened for them. "Cheesy lasagna?" Zeda asked dryly. "Who would guess cheesy lasagna other than a true Italian?" Isabel asked. "I guess you got a point there," Zeda allowed.
"Okay, that is password for the door here," Roman told her. "Your individual password will be decided by group." "How many are there?" Zeda asked. "We are building army and plans for rescuing Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and other girl," Isabel explained. "Monique," Zeda clarified. "Yes," Roman agreed. "Of course, knowing Kim, she'll probably already have come up with a plan," Zeda said.
IN THE DUNGEON… Monique and Ron glanced nervously at Kim, who smiled encouragingly. "Oh, Kimmie!" Monique wailed quietly. "I don't think I can do this!" Kim frowned fiercely at her. "C'mon, you have to!" she urged her.
Monique sighed, and she and Ron ran up the steps, yelling bloody murder. Alarms started to sound, and guards ran in. Monique and Ron stood still, and smiled. "Just as Kim showed us," Ron reminded her.
Monique nodded slightly, and as guards swarmed around, whirled around and put her back to Ron's. Then they both kicked, punched, bit, screamed, and did everything they could to not be captured again. Kim sighed and rolled her eyes. "Never trust either of them to do anything I say," she grumbled, but it was only because of her nerves.
She grabbed some chains, and ran outside to face danger-again.
A/N: Will they make it? And if they don't, will Zeda, Rufus, Isabel, and Roman and the gang arrive in time to help them escape and successfully end Drakkan's reign for good? Tune in next week, same time, same channel! Nah, jk. Hope it'll be sooner than that, but I can't give any guarantees. I think next chapter might be the end of 'Zeda's Turn'. Wah! Hope you liked the chapter!