Disclaimer:I do not own Kim Possible, or any of it's characters, only my own.
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"I can't believe it's over." Ron sighed. It was the day of the high school graduation. The four of them, Shego, Kim, Ron, and Adam, were laying on a small hill after the ceremony.
"Truly, what a glorious day." Adam replied, smiling. Kim regarded him as if he was psychotic.
"Why? Now we have other things to worry about?" She asked.
"Such as?" Ron inquired.
"College, jobs, evil villains?" Kim pointed out.
"Altogether, it doesn't compare to high school." Shego laughed quietly.
"Jobs are easy. How about a detective agency?" Ron suggested.
"What?" Kim queried.
"Yeah, we're smart enough to do it, and..." He trailed off.
"Mercenaries?" Adam suggested.
"The term, is Soldier for hire." Shego corrected him.
"Same difference." He shrugged. Kim stared at him.
"Aren't you already a mercenary?" She asked pointedly.
"So?" He shrugged. "I don't mean that kind of mercenary. I'm talking about an Indiana Jones type."
"Last time we tried that, we created Monkey Fist." Ron commented.
"We'll be more select this time." Kim replied.
"He can't really call himself a monkey." Shego noted. The other three stared at her. "He doesn't have a tail."
Laughter broke out after a moment. Far away, no one was laughing....
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A crash resounded through out the island citadel. A scream followed it.
"Killigan, you're paying for that window." Darkwolf snarled.
"You said it was shatterproof." The psycho golfer replied, pointing with the handle of his seven wood.
"I said bullet proof, repeated impacts with a golf ball proof it's not." The dark suited man snapped. Duff shrugged.
"Well, now it's open." He hit another golf ball. There was a whistle, and then an explosion.
"At least you waited until now. Where are the others?" He asked, more out of curiosity, than anything. They weren't late, but Duff was early.
"Monkey Fist and DNAmy said something vague about a bath, and Dementor started shooting at me with a ray gun of some kind." A rather hairy guard reported. Darkwolf sighed.
"You're excused to go shave." Darkwolf waved. The man nodded, and walked out, scratching his face. A moment later, Monkey Fist entered, leading DNAmy cordially. Darkwolf winced as Duff hit another golf ball. "Would please stop that?" He snapped.
"Sorry." Duff shrugged, and walked aside, spinning his golf clubs. Dementor entered a moment later, carrying something under his arm. He sat down.
"I apologize for being late." He commented.
"No matter, what is that you're carrying?" Darkwolf asked curiously. Dementor opened his mouth to speak, but a banging on the door interrupted him. "Excuse me. Yes?"
"There's a psychotic little man out here, demanding to see you." A guard called leaning in.
"Describe him." Darkwolf ordered.
"Short, blue, scar." Came the response.
A quintet of sighs greeted the description. "Show him in."
Two guards entered each holding on of Drakken's arms.
"Ah ha!" He exclaimed. "I knew it."
"Knew what?" Dementor asked. "Two plus Two?"
"That you were working together." He grinned. "I'll bet you tried to destroy Kim Possible."
"Yes, we did indeed." Darkwolf replied carefully.
"And you failed." Drakken continued.
"And what is it to you, Lipsky." Dementor snapped. Drakken's eyes narrowed.
"I want to join you." He replied, snapping off each word.
"We do not need your help." Monkey Fist replied.
"Oh, let him join, please?" DNAmy asked sweetly.
"Why not, we can always use a scape goat, if things go bad." Duff shrugged. Darkwolf sighed.
"Alright, you can stay, now, sit down, and shut up. Dementor you were saying?" Darkwolf waved.
"Yes, I was. I have here a listening device of devious complication, and perfect simplicity." He pulled the cloth off the device, and held it up. It was a perfectly formed ruby, about the size of Duff's head. Various Ooh's and ahh's came from around the room.
"So?" Drakken asked. Darkwolf flashed him a dangerous look, and turned to Dementor.
"What is it for?" He asked calmly.
"Since it's not possible to take her on as it is, I believe, we should investigate her home life, and try to find a weakness there that we can exploit." Dementor explained. "The only question, is how to plant it."
"That is not a problem, I know exactly how." Darkwolf smiled.