The rest of the day passed unremarkably, and it wasn't until after she'd left cheerleading practice that she saw him again. He was waiting outside the school. Ron had waited for Kim, and she didn't see his eyes widen at the sight of the new student.

"ADAM!" Ron laughed as he rolled up. Kim stopped, her jaw hanging open.

"Hey yah, Ronnie." Ron sighed.

"Dude, please, don't?" Ron asked. Adam laughed, and nodded. "So, you still have it?"

"Of course." Adam pulled a small sheathed knife from his backpack, and Ron pulled on from his. They each held up the knife in one hand, and a rock in the other.

"Am I missing something?" Kim asked.

"Adam and I are old friends. You didn't meet him at Wannaweep, remember?" Ron shuddered as he said the name. She nodded. "Adam was there. We became friends, and gave each other a knife, as a symbol of friendship."

"But, since the giving of a knife is symbolic of cutting the ties of friendship, we exchanged stones, to make it a trade, rather than a gift." Adam finished the thought.

"Great." Kim sighed. She started to say something, but the Kimmunicator cut her off. She whipped it out. "Go, Wade."

"Drakken and Shego have been spotted. In the area west of Las Vegas." Wade reported.

"Great, Wade, can you call in some favors? We'll need a ride." Kim said.

"Isn't that a bit cumbersome?" Adam asked.

"I've never had any troubles with it." Kim grunted back.

"Allow me to provide the transportation." Adam offered. Kim stared a moment, then turned back to Wade.

"Do you mind? Seems he wants to take over."

"No problem." Wade replied, and she flipped off the Kimmunicator. Adam tossed Ron his back pack, and grabbed his belt buckle, twisting it sideways. He pulled it off, and popped open the cover. :Damn he's good looking.: Kim thought, then realized exactly what she'd just thought. :Where did that come from? Didn't I just tell Monique he's not my type? Ah, who cares. He is fun to look at.:

"Right, we need, flying, fast, and nimble." He mumbled to himself, and she watched him push a combination of buttons. One marked with a bird. One with a Rabbit. The last, was marked with an Archer. He turned his face to the sky shading his eyes. Kim looked as well, and after a moment, so did Ron. As he looked a spot appeared in the sky, growing rapidly into the shape of an aircraft. As it slowed, and descended, Kim judged it about eight feet across, and twelve feet long. On each corner, a massive rotary engine sat, humming quietly. The craft settled on the ground and the engines switched off. A hologram appeared before them, of a young woman, only a little older than Kim. She ignored Ron and Kim, and turned to Adam.

"Genesis is at your service. Lord Johnathon sends his regards." She said calmly, and vanished. Adam sighed.

"That's just great." He muttered and motioned for Kim to take the lead. She turned back to Ron.

"Go for it KP. I know you'll be fine, and with him as backup, you won't even miss me." He laughed. She stared a moment, and he waved her on. "Have fun." He laughed, and backed up. She smiled, and ascended the stairs. When she reached the top of them, she found a surprise.

"Where are the seats?" She asked, a little unnerved.

"There aren't any, these are to keep you on." He waved at four steel rods, each with a curved flat piece of steel at the top, and two dangling straps. He was already strapped to one next to a black box suspended on four rods. At the base, a small door in the deck of the ship was open, showing where it came through. Kim noticed that there were smaller doors at the base of each of the rods. She stepped forwards and strapped into one of them. Adam reached over and flipped a trio of switches. "You should meet her in a minute." He mumbled, apparently only half speaking to Kim.

"Who are you talking about?" She asked irritably.

"I think he means me." A hologram, the same young woman from before appeared. Her hair was cut short, military style, except it was an electric blue color. Even the clothes she wore were military styled, if not exactly standard issue. The top was cut low, though not over-provocatively low. The bottom was fairly high up, though lower than Kim's own shirt. She was also wearing shorts, and all of it seemed to be camouflage. Adam cleared his throat. "What?" The hologram asked. It appeared to be a real woman, with the same range of facial expressions.

"Forget shoes?" He asked, with only the tinges of his face coloring. Kim stared. She noticed that the hologram was barefoot. The hologram wasn't about to take any gripe though.

"No. I never forget anything. I simply chose not to wear them." She said, and turned to Kim. "Shego?"

"No." Kim responded, glaring.

"No, this is Kim Possible." Adam supplied. "Register her for command please."

"Oh, of course. Coded for command." The hologram stared.

"What are you talking about?" Kim asked, ignoring Adam.

"Shego and Adam go way..." The hologram turned towards Adam. "Oh, sore subject, right. Forgot about that. Guess you'll have to let him tell you."

"Alright glorious leader, are we going, or are we going to let them get away?" Adam grunted. Kim noticed the box had vanished.

"What now?" Kim asked.

"Just feed Genny the co-ordinates, she'll handle the flying." He shrugged. (Note: It's pronounced the same as with a J.)

"Alright." Kim nodded. "Genny?"

"My nickname." The hologram supplied. "My full designation, is Genesis class, command and control pad, Mark one, software version one, AI version one."

"Wonder why we shortened it?" Adam joked. Kim pulled her Kimmunicator.

"Oh, here's the co-ordinates. But, can we stop by my house first? I need to change." Genny nodded. After said quick stop, Kim fed them in, and the ship bolted forwards. Adam had taken hold of the rod and Kim decided it was also a good idea. As the craft accelerated, the deck began to sink, and a windshield rose in front of them, and sides rose. There was now a fairly quiet eddy, as the holographic speedometer showed them reaching mach one-point-five. Adam turned to Kim.

"I have a question, oh glorious leader." He smiled, winningly. At least she hoped it was.

"Please, call me Kim. Now, what's your question?" Kim said, trying to be nice.

"That was it, what should I call you." He shrugged. "Got a plan?"

"Nothing at the moment, let's see how they're doing, then we'll come up with something." Kim replied. She shuddered. "I'm not being very nice, am I?"

"We've never worked together before, and you're worried." Adam shrugged. "It's natural. Normally, I work entirely alone." He laughed. "If you're even half as good as Ron says you are, I'll have a cake walk."

"What do you mean, as Ron says I am?" Kim asked suspiciously.

"We've been pen pals since Wannaweep." He shrugged. "I thought you knew."

"He never told me. So what's this I hear about you and Shego?" Kim asked. Adam smiled. Genny interupted.

"Radar contact on small hover craft. Power signature on board matches the Sonic Miner." She reported, not appearing. The ship slowed and the deck rose, to level with the rest, the windshield, and side windows retracting.

"Match speeds, and close to within fifteen feet of the rear." Adam said. As the speedometer cranked down to just under a hundred miles an hour, Kim glared. "Sorry, can't resist."

"I guess it's alright. Ron's mentioned I tend to be too take charge." She smiled.