Ron smiled, staring at the complex before him. Along with the specifics of what had been stolen, there was a blueprint of the building, making it much easier to come up with a plan. His wasn't that complicated, it could have been pulled off with minimum information. The wall he faced was either a black or a dark blue, with scattered windows on various levels. It was three stories tall with a small basement beneath. It held the power supply for the entire building. That was the target, take out the power and go from there. Simply, still, easier said then done. He rubbed one partially covered hand over his chin, for the first time feeling stubble. It had come from no where, staining his face a slight shade darker. Slowly he walked forward, making no attempt to hide his movements. If he was seen that would only make the intruders more nervous when the lights went out, knowing he was there yet not knowing where he was. According to Wade's data there were seven men inside, not including Shego and Drakken. Still, Ron wasn't worried in the least. Now that no one was relying on his actions but himself, now that no ones health was on the line but his own, his confidence soared through the roof. He felt stronger, faster and more dangerous then he had ever been in his life. And though he didn't know it, he looked far more dangerous then ever before. Choosing a window on the first floor, he began to pick up his pace. At the last second a human shaped shadow fell over the same window. Too late now. Pulling his blade, he curled into a ball and flew through the glass, shattering it everywhere.
Light reflecting off the glass flying through the air, a man shape rolled along the floor, then swiftly brought a dagger up into a hand holding a gun. Just as quickly the other arm was knocked to the side and the blade supported by forarm held firmly against a throat gasping for air. The hired goon never knew what hit him, even after he stared into the face for a second. ''You are going to take me to the basement, and make sure that we come no where near any of your friends. Then, maybe, just maybe, you will get out of here in only two pieces.'' Smiling the blond boy nodded his head toward a severed pinky on the floor. ''If not...'' He let the words sit with an ominous feel for a second, ''well you get the idea.'' The man hadn't even felt the cut, let alone the edge actually take off his finger. Drakken paid him enough to fight and get his ass kicked, but not to die. He nodded his head, almost afriad to speak. Moving across the empty room toward the only door, ron looked both ways before pushing the larger man into the hallway. The off white walls stretched right and left, making a sharp turn at the end of the left and several doors just to the right of where they now stood. The goon headed toward the bend to the left, the large sharped cutter tip touching firmly against the small of his back, ready to slice him to shreds at a moments notice. Blood spattered along the floor, leaving a trail as they made thier way around the corner into an adjacent hallway and fallowed the barren walls until they hit a set of stairs headed up and a second heading down. Taking a quick look behind them, Ron pushed his captive toward the decending stairs. the only sound made was thier footsteps, thier breathing, and the dripping of blood. Niether spoke as they walked under the florecent lighting, the silence catching the knife wielder's attention. It was far too quiet, by now they were atleast looking for this guy. They were going at a relitively slow pace, trying not to catch attention, so several minutes had passed since he had come crashing through the window. Just before the last step Ron kicked his foot directly into the other man's back, sending him sprawling across the concrete floor. ''Stay down.'' It was a comand, there was no doubt. They man froze where he dropped, while the other one moved over the floor. Glancing at the blank walls, Ron quickly found the generator in the corner. A large red and black machine that hummed softly as if to some unsung tune. He walked over to the generator, fishing into one of his left hand pockets on his vest. Pulling out the contents he stared at it for a moment then smiled. It was a palm sized deep red oval with the letters ''R'' and ''S'' in yellow engraved on the top, a sticky substance ont he bottom. Pressing the rubbery surface of the ''R'' his vision was interupted on one side by the number three. As he pressed the device against the side of the power source, sticking to the surface, the number changed to two. Running to the other side of the room, he watched for a second as the timer slipped through the remaining two numbers, and as it hit zero a basketball sized electric fieled surrounded his device. At the same moment the lights flickered, then were extinguished when the humming of the generator stopped completely.
Ron turned to the man still on the floor, barely visible in the lack of light. When his hand went up to take off his sun glasses, a pastel green light lit up the very center of the room, along with the stairway. Just before heading up the stairs, as if in afterthought, he slammed his heal into the prone man's temple, sending him into unconscienceness. Trying not to make too much noise in his irritation, he growled lightly. ''Call Wade.'' Instantly the image of his friend popped into view. Before the younger man could even say hello Ron was growling in anger, ''Why didn't you mention the back up lights? It might have been helpfull, considering I was planing on taking them by surprise.''
''Well Ron, according to all my stats there isn't one. They must have brought a back up with them. Nothing to do now but adjust your plan.'' Wade had an irritated tone to his voice, he didn't like being second guessed. If he had known he would have told Ron, he should know that.
''No problem, just caught me off gaurd. Anyway, I need you to double check the number of people here. Can you do one of those heat scans? Maybe it will tell me where the back up is too.'' Ron looked around the corner of the stairwell, then, seeing nothing, slowly made his way up the next flight.
Wade smiled as he ran the tests, atleast he hadn't forgotten how valueable the computer genious could be. Now all he had to work on was his attitude. '' There are still nine intruders in total. I can't tell where the back up is yet, but I will keep trying.''
''Good, stay in contact. Ron out.'' Whipping around the corner, he flew down the hall. Might as well check the doors on the first floor first. Again he met an inter section, peering around to see two more hired hands in the normal uniform of Drakken's henchmen. One held a small hand gun, the other a staff with purple energy immiting from the tips. The last one he had let live. With two, that was no longer an option. Flipping the blade to point downward, he took a deep breath and ran as fast and hard as he could, aiming for the one with the pistol.
Halfway down the thirty foot hall the two turned to see Ron coming right at them. Cursing under his breath, one began to shoot, while the other stood back to stay out of the cross fire. Several bullets flew past, completely missing the teen. The third shot grazed along the right side of his neck, tearing shallowly into the flesh and leaving a small red trail. The seventh and final bullet was shot at point blank and ripped viciously into the tendon above his left shoulder blade, entering and exiting just beside the vests shoulder. A roar of pain and anger flooded the area as a flash of light signified the quick motion of a blade coming completely across the man's face, sending him sprawling to the floor clutching it.
Flipping backward and landing on one knee saved Ron from a face full of staff as the second man swung at him. Twirling the knife around, he faced the new threat without any sign of emotion on his face. Lifting his knife high, he ran straight for the man, forcing him to raise his weapon to block. At the last second though, Ron ducked low, sliding between the man's legs and slicing hard into the back of one knee. This brought the guy to the floor, while the teen rose and slammed his edge into the uniformed shoulder. Dropping the staff, the man screamed in pain at his wounds. One last swipe along the throat silenced him, perminately.
Moving to the already downed other man, Ron checked his pulse. This one he could leave, the pulse was strong enough that he would live, but weak enough to ensure he wouldn't be waking for a long time. Grabbing the gun from the ground, he tossed it into his pocket and contiued to the three doors at the end of the hallway, hoping no one had heard the shots or screams yet. He still had two elements of surprise, they still didn't know where he was, or what he was capable of. Besides, even if they had seen him, they wouldn't remember who he was anyway. Well, maybe after today that would change. He didn't know how many bullets were left in the gun, so when he entered the next room, his knife was the weapon he led with. Nothing at all marred the plainness of the room, giving ron a supsicious feeling. All this room, only seven gaurds. It suddenly didn't feel right as he checked a second room, then the third. All were empty.
As he ran back toward the stair case, he paused to wipe his blade clean on one of the fallen men's uniforms. Quickly he made his way up to the next flight, falling flat on the stairs just before the end and looking over the edge to catch a glimpse of what was ahead of him. The nothingness that was begining to occupy every room stared back at him. this was getting monotonous. Moving down the corridor he opened the two doors along the way, ending with the last door, a unisex rest room. Taking out the gun, he leaned down to look under the stalls for feet. As he entered, he never noticed the cameras fallowing his every move. He had no clue his every move was being watched, let alone by who.
Drakken stared at the teleivision screen, his face almost purple from rage. ''Who does this fool think he is, walking into my building and killing my minions? Shego! What are you going to do about this?''
The green eyes of his assistant flickered off of the image of a shaggy blond man entereing a false room on the second floor. She was a little impressed, though she would never admit it. Thier security had been breached countless times before, but never by someone like this. He seemed willing to do anything to succeed, and that she could relate to. Smiling she looked back at the image, watching him flip his large knife in impatience as he walked out of the empty room. ''If he is good enough to find his way here, then I will take care of it. If not, he isn't worth my time.'' This was said at the wrong time, as the kid stopped between the end of the hall and the last door, staring at the wall for a few minutes. Stepping back until his back was against the opposite wall, then running forward, slamming into the false panel, and bursting into the room directly behind Shego. ''Guess that makes him worth my time, doesn't it.''
So, I lied. Thanks to everyone who reviews. I am waiting till next chapter to have the fight between Shego and Ron next chapter. I do want oppinions though, so please more reviews. Oh and just so everyone knows, this is being related to Kim at the same time you are reading it, that way she has an idea of what happened while she was gone.
Latta
Light reflecting off the glass flying through the air, a man shape rolled along the floor, then swiftly brought a dagger up into a hand holding a gun. Just as quickly the other arm was knocked to the side and the blade supported by forarm held firmly against a throat gasping for air. The hired goon never knew what hit him, even after he stared into the face for a second. ''You are going to take me to the basement, and make sure that we come no where near any of your friends. Then, maybe, just maybe, you will get out of here in only two pieces.'' Smiling the blond boy nodded his head toward a severed pinky on the floor. ''If not...'' He let the words sit with an ominous feel for a second, ''well you get the idea.'' The man hadn't even felt the cut, let alone the edge actually take off his finger. Drakken paid him enough to fight and get his ass kicked, but not to die. He nodded his head, almost afriad to speak. Moving across the empty room toward the only door, ron looked both ways before pushing the larger man into the hallway. The off white walls stretched right and left, making a sharp turn at the end of the left and several doors just to the right of where they now stood. The goon headed toward the bend to the left, the large sharped cutter tip touching firmly against the small of his back, ready to slice him to shreds at a moments notice. Blood spattered along the floor, leaving a trail as they made thier way around the corner into an adjacent hallway and fallowed the barren walls until they hit a set of stairs headed up and a second heading down. Taking a quick look behind them, Ron pushed his captive toward the decending stairs. the only sound made was thier footsteps, thier breathing, and the dripping of blood. Niether spoke as they walked under the florecent lighting, the silence catching the knife wielder's attention. It was far too quiet, by now they were atleast looking for this guy. They were going at a relitively slow pace, trying not to catch attention, so several minutes had passed since he had come crashing through the window. Just before the last step Ron kicked his foot directly into the other man's back, sending him sprawling across the concrete floor. ''Stay down.'' It was a comand, there was no doubt. They man froze where he dropped, while the other one moved over the floor. Glancing at the blank walls, Ron quickly found the generator in the corner. A large red and black machine that hummed softly as if to some unsung tune. He walked over to the generator, fishing into one of his left hand pockets on his vest. Pulling out the contents he stared at it for a moment then smiled. It was a palm sized deep red oval with the letters ''R'' and ''S'' in yellow engraved on the top, a sticky substance ont he bottom. Pressing the rubbery surface of the ''R'' his vision was interupted on one side by the number three. As he pressed the device against the side of the power source, sticking to the surface, the number changed to two. Running to the other side of the room, he watched for a second as the timer slipped through the remaining two numbers, and as it hit zero a basketball sized electric fieled surrounded his device. At the same moment the lights flickered, then were extinguished when the humming of the generator stopped completely.
Ron turned to the man still on the floor, barely visible in the lack of light. When his hand went up to take off his sun glasses, a pastel green light lit up the very center of the room, along with the stairway. Just before heading up the stairs, as if in afterthought, he slammed his heal into the prone man's temple, sending him into unconscienceness. Trying not to make too much noise in his irritation, he growled lightly. ''Call Wade.'' Instantly the image of his friend popped into view. Before the younger man could even say hello Ron was growling in anger, ''Why didn't you mention the back up lights? It might have been helpfull, considering I was planing on taking them by surprise.''
''Well Ron, according to all my stats there isn't one. They must have brought a back up with them. Nothing to do now but adjust your plan.'' Wade had an irritated tone to his voice, he didn't like being second guessed. If he had known he would have told Ron, he should know that.
''No problem, just caught me off gaurd. Anyway, I need you to double check the number of people here. Can you do one of those heat scans? Maybe it will tell me where the back up is too.'' Ron looked around the corner of the stairwell, then, seeing nothing, slowly made his way up the next flight.
Wade smiled as he ran the tests, atleast he hadn't forgotten how valueable the computer genious could be. Now all he had to work on was his attitude. '' There are still nine intruders in total. I can't tell where the back up is yet, but I will keep trying.''
''Good, stay in contact. Ron out.'' Whipping around the corner, he flew down the hall. Might as well check the doors on the first floor first. Again he met an inter section, peering around to see two more hired hands in the normal uniform of Drakken's henchmen. One held a small hand gun, the other a staff with purple energy immiting from the tips. The last one he had let live. With two, that was no longer an option. Flipping the blade to point downward, he took a deep breath and ran as fast and hard as he could, aiming for the one with the pistol.
Halfway down the thirty foot hall the two turned to see Ron coming right at them. Cursing under his breath, one began to shoot, while the other stood back to stay out of the cross fire. Several bullets flew past, completely missing the teen. The third shot grazed along the right side of his neck, tearing shallowly into the flesh and leaving a small red trail. The seventh and final bullet was shot at point blank and ripped viciously into the tendon above his left shoulder blade, entering and exiting just beside the vests shoulder. A roar of pain and anger flooded the area as a flash of light signified the quick motion of a blade coming completely across the man's face, sending him sprawling to the floor clutching it.
Flipping backward and landing on one knee saved Ron from a face full of staff as the second man swung at him. Twirling the knife around, he faced the new threat without any sign of emotion on his face. Lifting his knife high, he ran straight for the man, forcing him to raise his weapon to block. At the last second though, Ron ducked low, sliding between the man's legs and slicing hard into the back of one knee. This brought the guy to the floor, while the teen rose and slammed his edge into the uniformed shoulder. Dropping the staff, the man screamed in pain at his wounds. One last swipe along the throat silenced him, perminately.
Moving to the already downed other man, Ron checked his pulse. This one he could leave, the pulse was strong enough that he would live, but weak enough to ensure he wouldn't be waking for a long time. Grabbing the gun from the ground, he tossed it into his pocket and contiued to the three doors at the end of the hallway, hoping no one had heard the shots or screams yet. He still had two elements of surprise, they still didn't know where he was, or what he was capable of. Besides, even if they had seen him, they wouldn't remember who he was anyway. Well, maybe after today that would change. He didn't know how many bullets were left in the gun, so when he entered the next room, his knife was the weapon he led with. Nothing at all marred the plainness of the room, giving ron a supsicious feeling. All this room, only seven gaurds. It suddenly didn't feel right as he checked a second room, then the third. All were empty.
As he ran back toward the stair case, he paused to wipe his blade clean on one of the fallen men's uniforms. Quickly he made his way up to the next flight, falling flat on the stairs just before the end and looking over the edge to catch a glimpse of what was ahead of him. The nothingness that was begining to occupy every room stared back at him. this was getting monotonous. Moving down the corridor he opened the two doors along the way, ending with the last door, a unisex rest room. Taking out the gun, he leaned down to look under the stalls for feet. As he entered, he never noticed the cameras fallowing his every move. He had no clue his every move was being watched, let alone by who.
Drakken stared at the teleivision screen, his face almost purple from rage. ''Who does this fool think he is, walking into my building and killing my minions? Shego! What are you going to do about this?''
The green eyes of his assistant flickered off of the image of a shaggy blond man entereing a false room on the second floor. She was a little impressed, though she would never admit it. Thier security had been breached countless times before, but never by someone like this. He seemed willing to do anything to succeed, and that she could relate to. Smiling she looked back at the image, watching him flip his large knife in impatience as he walked out of the empty room. ''If he is good enough to find his way here, then I will take care of it. If not, he isn't worth my time.'' This was said at the wrong time, as the kid stopped between the end of the hall and the last door, staring at the wall for a few minutes. Stepping back until his back was against the opposite wall, then running forward, slamming into the false panel, and bursting into the room directly behind Shego. ''Guess that makes him worth my time, doesn't it.''
So, I lied. Thanks to everyone who reviews. I am waiting till next chapter to have the fight between Shego and Ron next chapter. I do want oppinions though, so please more reviews. Oh and just so everyone knows, this is being related to Kim at the same time you are reading it, that way she has an idea of what happened while she was gone.
Latta