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A few minutes turned into more than half an hour. Kim had dozed off, and Ron was drifting on the edge of sleep himself when a red, white and blue blur swooped down behind the barn. Seconds later, Kara came strolling out and headed toward them. Ron sat up, and nudged Kim.

"Kara's back," he said. Kim's eyes fluttered open and she sat up as well, stretching and yawning as she did so. "What'd you find out Kara?" she asked.

"I found out that missile silos, even old ones, are hard to see into," Kara replied. Kim and Ron groaned. "Hey," Kara objected. "The things were designed to survive nearby nuclear explosions! They're thick, ok? Besides," she added, "this'll teach you to rely too heavily on one ability."

"So you didn't find out anything?" Kim asked disappointedly.

Kara snorted. "Of course I found something out." She grinned. "I do have super senses besides x-ray vision, you know."

"Well then, don't keep us on pins and needles," Ron prompted excitedly.

Kara grinned again. "Silo number six, near a little town called Mitchell, about sixty-five miles north-northwest of here." She paused. "Little is being generous," Kara amended. "Miniscule might be better. It's just a few houses. A wide spot in the road, as Uncle Jonathan would say." She shook her head. "Anyway, the silo is a couple of miles east of town, at the intersection of Avenue J and 23rd Road."

"What makes you think this is the one?" Kim asked.

"The access road has been abandoned for years, by the look of it, but someone has been driving heavy equipment down it. You can tell by the tracks in the grass. Also, the site has been partially cleared, and there's a new lock on the entry way."

"That doesn't necessarily prove anything," Ron observed.

"True," Kara agreed. "Whoever is clearing the site may have a perfectly legitimate reason for doing so, and they may simply have not gotten around to grading and graveling the access road yet."

"But?"

"But, I could hear machinery noises coming from underground, and the launch control center and silos were warmer than the ground around them. There's also a new generator on site, and the septic system is in use."

Kim nodded grimly. "That sounds pretty conclusive," she agreed. She stood up. "C'mon Ron, lets go check it out." She paused suddenly. "Wait a second. Silos? As in, more than one?" Kara nodded.

"I thought there was only supposed to be one." Kara just shrugged.

"All I know is that there are three large cylindrical structures, each topped by a set of blast doors. The first is where it's supposed to be, in line with the LCC, a hundred and fifty feet away. The other two form an equilateral triangle with the first, a hundred and fifty feet on a side, with another structure in line between the two extra silos."

A call to Wade failed to solve the mystery conclusively. He wasn't able to find any documentation, official or otherwise, that explained why this silo complex was different from all the others. All he could suggest was that the site had been a prototype for the next generation Titan I missile bases, which had a similar layout.

Kara stepped back and glanced down at her wristwatch. "Ok, I have to get to school. What I said last time still goes: don't call unless it's an emergency; and if it is an emergency, don't hesitate."

"Got it," Kim said. Kara held out her hand. "Better luck this time," she said. Kim took the hand and shook it. "I sure hope so," she said, smiling. Kara grinned back, turned to give Ron a quick goodbye kiss, and headed into the house to get ready for school.


It was nearly two hours later when the Team Possible van turned north off US Highway 56 onto 23rd Road. A mile later it rolled to a stop at the spot where Avenue J branched off to the west. The old access road was a short distance beyond, joined to 23rd Road by an intersection with unusually wide shoulders. It ran to the west through a wide cut in a low, grass covered hill. According to the map, the silo was just on the other side of that hill. "I wonder why the shoulders are so wide?" Kim mused aloud. "I mean, they're twice as wide as usual."

"That's so the trucks carrying the missiles to and from the site could make the turn," Ron answered. "It would have been something like seventy or eighty feet long, all together. A truck that long can't turn very sharply." Kim quirked an eyebrow at him. "History Channel show about aerial reconnaissance," Ron explained with a grin. Kim shook her head in disbelief. "And people say you can't learn anything by watching TV," she muttered. She shook her head again. "So how should we handle this? I'm guessing Monkey Fist is expecting us to visit."

Ron nodded. "That's a pretty safe bet," he agreed. "In fact, I'd say it's a safe bet he already knows we're here," he added, pointing to what looked like an old windmill, though it was likely a radio antenna of some sort. Anyone at the top of the structure would have a clear view of the road, and it was silly not to expect that Monkey Fist had placed a camera there.

"So do we use the main entrance, or try the escape hatch?" Kim asked. The main entrance would be by far the easiest, but it was certain to be guarded. The escape hatch led right to the heart of the launch control capsule, but it could only be opened (easily at least) from inside the LCC. And the route consisted of a steel reinforced concrete tube a bare two feet wide, with a ladder that led down to the upper level of the LCC. Anyone going in that way would first: attract a great deal of attention, and second: commit themselves to an approach that would leave them highly vulnerable to attack and unable to defend themselves. Ron cringed as he considered the options. Finally he shrugged and said. "Main entrance." He gave Kim a wry grin. "Unless you want to try the one of the silo hatch doors."

"Maybe, if I still had Hego's super strength," Kim agreed, smiling slightly. The two doors covering each of the silos were also of reinforced concrete and weighed something on the order of forty tons apiece. Nothing they had with them would crack that nut. With no other options available, Kim guided the van down the access road.

The site itself was a picture of desolation. The collapsed remains of a pair of Quonset huts framed the concrete pads that covered the silos. The concrete box of the entryway was partly obscured by weeds and bushes. But, there was clear evidence that something was going on. Dirt and grass that had crept onto the pads had been brushed back. Fresh tire tracks from large trucks crisscrossed the area. Kim pointed wordlessly to a vent stack that poked up from the ground. Rippling waves of heat rose from it, and when they got closer their noses picked up the aroma of diesel exhaust. A quick check of the entryway confirmed Kara's report of a new lock.


Ron paused as he positioned the bolt cutter on the lock and took a quick look around. Kim shifted the H&K MP-5N submachine gun she was carrying and glanced around as well. "Something the matter?" she asked.

"It just hit me," Ron said slowly. "There's nobody outside...so who put this lock on the door?"

That was a good question. Kim took a careful look around. There weren't many places for a person to hide, but there were some. The wreckage of the Quonset huts, for example. She glanced at the ground. There were lots of footprints in the dusty soil, some human, some monkey. They ranged all over, including some that led to the escape hatch. Kim nodded to herself.

"Whoever did it probably went back in through the escape hatch," she suggested. Ron's eyes flicked to the thick steel lid of the escape hatch. He took another look around, shook himself, and cut the lock. Kim brought her MP-5 up to cover the door as Ron took hold of the latch and pulled it open.

No horde of monkey ninjas came rushing out to meet them. Neither of them relaxed though. A slight, cool breeze was blowing out of the entryway, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of animals. "Smells like a pet store," Ron said, his nose wrinkling at the odor. Kim nodded once in agreement and tightened her grip on her gun. Ron unslung his own weapon, an automatic twelve gauge shotgun. After what had happened in Healey's lab, he and Kim had decided not to take any more chances. In addition to their guns, both carried knives and grenades, and Ron had a second gun, a pistol, tucked in a holster at the small of his back.

"I'll take point," Kim declared, turning on her helmet lamp and pushing past him. Ron fell in behind her. Beyond the door, cement steps dropped down into a narrow, unlit concrete tunnel that ran toward the silo, then doubled back to the shaft containing the stairs that led down to the LCC. Ron's nerves were jangling, and he knew Kim's were as well. The tunnel was a deathtrap by design: anyone trying to force entry into the silo complex had to come down it, and a single man could hold off any number of intruders as long as he had the ammo to do so. In his imagination Ron saw a monkey ninja waiting until he and Kim were halfway down the tunnel and tossing a grenade at them. There would be no where to run, no way to escape. He shuddered and forced the image from his mind. No such thing happened, however. The duo gained the corner, then the stairwell, without incident. Both levels of the LCC had been converted into bunk space for monkey ninjas. It reeked horribly, but was also deserted.

"Where the Hell are they?" Ron whispered in Kim's ear. She shrugged and nodded at the tunnel that led to the first silo. "Let's have a look down that way," she suggested.

They entered the silo at its second level, through a heavy steel blast door. Expanded metal formed a circular platform with a forty foot diameter hole in the center of if. Five similar platforms were fixed to the inside wall of the silo at intervals, one above them, and four below. Kim walked to the railing and looked down. They were perhaps fifty feet below the surface. The silo dropped at least a hundred more feet, she knew, but the lowest areas were hidden beneath dark, stagnant water that glinted in the beams of their helmet lamps. The elevator platform where the Atlas missile would have stood was just above the surface, a mere forty feet below her.

"No rocket here," Ron said, stating the obvious.

"And no way to get to the other silos," Kim added, pointing to the two other doors that opened onto the Level Two platform. Access between levels was by a single, narrow spiral staircase to their right. It wouldn't help them though. Of the five platforms that were still above water, each had large sections cut away. The smallest gap was twenty feet wide, too far for even a running jump. Kim was reaching for her grapple gun when Ron motioned for her to stop. "Here's how they get across," he said, pointing to a line strung between the halves of the Level One platform. It was almost invisible in the dark. "Clever," Kim acknowledged. She took hold of the line and put her full weight on it. It held easily. "Wait until I get across before you follow me," she ordered, then started across.

She was in the middle of the silo when lights blazed up. Monkey Fist was standing in one of the other doors, a smug expression on his face. A handful of monkey ninjas were with him, interposing themselves between Monkey Fist and Ron, who had brought his shotgun up instantly. Monkey Fist had a gun of some sort and was pointing it at Kim. "Put your weapon down, Mr. Stoppable," Fist commanded. Ron didn't move. "You might not hit me with the first shot, Mr. Stoppable, and if you don't...well, it's a long fall," he finished with a wicked grin. To emphasize the point, a monkey ninja drew a knife and held it to the rope Kim was hanging from. Slowly, wordlessly, Ron laid the shotgun on the platform.

"Very good," Fist sneered. "You've bought your friend a few more seconds of life." He aimed his gun at Kim's head a smiled coldly. "Any last words, Ms. Possible?" In a flash Kim realized that her situation was hopeless. She couldn't get her gun out before Fist shot her. Her only other immediate option was letting go of the rope, but a forty foot drop onto the steel elevator platform would break her legs, if she was lucky. She could try to land in the water, but she had no idea what hazards might be lurking out of sight beneath the surface. 'Time to play my ace,' she said to herself. She returned Fist's cold smile with one of her own.

"Yeah, I've got some last words, three of them: deus ex machina." As Monkey Fist's brow furrowed in puzzlement the Kimmunicator, responding to the voice command, dialed a pre-programmed number and sent a one word text message.

Kara was in study hall when she felt her cell phone vibrate. Opening it surreptitiously, she saw the words 'one new message'. She pushed a button and the words changed to the name of the sender: Kim Possible. A second push brought up the message itself: HELP! A quick glance showed that Mr. Barnhard, the teacher in charge of this study hall, was busy grading papers, and that no one else was looking her way.

Steven Barnhard looked up as the windows, indeed the whole school, vibrated as thunder rolled outside. His expression became puzzled. Bright sunlight flooded down from a cloudless blue sky. A quick excursion to the windows revealed no sign of what had caused the thunder. "Must have been a jet breaking the sound barrier," he decided. He returned to his grading, never noticing that Kara Kent was missing.

Monkey Fist knew the literal meaning of the words. Translated from the Greek they meant 'god from a machine'. He also knew the literary sense of the phrase: a clumsy plot device whereby the protagonists of a drama were saved at the last minute by an unexpected occurrence. Even as he began to ponder what Kim could possibly mean by that the whole complex shook, then shook again, and again. With the last quake the Level Two access door, a six by two foot, twelve inch thick piece of steel that weighed two and a half tons, flew clean off its hinges. It hurtled across the silo, slammed into the far wall, and plummeted into the depths with a deafening clatter. For his part, Monkey Fist found himself staring into the ice blue eyes of the Maid of Might as she hovered in front of him.

"Supergirl!" Monkey Fist exclaimed.

"Supergirl," Kim echoed triumphantly.

"Boo-yah!" Ron exalted.

Supergirl grinned mockingly at Monkey Fist. "I don't know what your game is, Fiske, but it's over," she declared. To her amazement Fiske sneered.

"Hardly." Before even Supergirl could react two things happened. Kim felt her limbs turn to lead. The line she was dangling from sagged, and she had to fight panic as she felt her grip failing. Simultaneously, the light in the silo changed from clear white to bright, bloody red.

Supergirl yelped in dismay and fell toward the elevator platform. She had just enough time before her powers faded entirely to catch Kim as she lost her grip, and brake their fall enough to avoid serious injury. From his perch on the Level Two platform Monkey Fist laughed down at them. "I was warned there was a possibility you'd turn up, Supergirl, so I took some precautions: artificial red sunlight and enhanced gravity." He glanced up to where Ron lay sprawled on his portion of the platform. "I'm afraid that platform isn't strong enough to support itself and you much longer, Mr. Stoppable, not at three times your normal weights. Alas, I won't be able to reclaim the mystical monkey power you stole from me. Pity. However, while your fall will certainly prove fatal, Ms. Possible and Supergirl aren't in any immediate danger. Fortunately, that is easily remedied." Monkey Fist said something to one of his monkey ninjas, and seconds later more water began flooding into the silo.

"F-f-f-fuck...you," Ron gasped, glaring balefully at Monkey Fist. Fist refused to take the bait. "Ta," he said cheerfully, as he departed, taking his monkey ninjas with him. Ron looked down. The water had already risen enough to start covering the elevator platform. Supergirl had Kim's head propped up, to keep it out of the rising water. Apparently that was all she could manage. "She must be hurt worse than I thought," Ron said to himself. That leaves it up to me I guess." He looked up. The artificial red sunlight was pouring down from a lamp suspended from the Level One platform. 'Monkey Fist didn't push any buttons to turn them on, just gave orders. Obviously it's remote controlled,' he decided. A plan of sorts popped into his head. 'Okay then, up I go...' Ron's face contorted into a scowl of determination. Muscles straining, he dragged himself up the spiral stair to the Level One platform, and pushed himself onto his feet. A quick glance at the lamp showed that it was, as he suspected, remote controlled. Remote controlled by computer, to be precise. A blue network cable sprouted from an open panel on the top of the lamp. 'Thank God there's an extra port,' Ron thought gratefully. He plugged his Kimmunicator into it and called Wade.


Monkey Fist watched from the auxiliary Launch Control Center as the elevator in silo two raised the rocket up to its launch position. He was sure that anyone nearby would be having three kinds of fits about seeing what appeared to be an ICBM rising out of an old missile silo. He smiled wickedly at the thought. 'When it takes off they'll probably think it's the end of the world.' He paused, bemused. "And in a way, they'll be right,' he conceded. 'Their world is about to end, and mine, about to begin.' The elevator stopped, and the blast doors at the top of the silo closed. Seconds later the rocket's first stage ignited with a roar that shook the whole complex, and it was gone, ascending into the heavens on a pillar of yellow flame and white smoke.

Kim heard the rocket take off. Her eyes met Supergirl's. Kara shook her head. "It's all I can do to keep your head above water Kim," she apologized. "All we can hope for is that someone else notices what's going on and steps in to help."

Kim nodded. The water was up to her chest now. She had maybe two more minutes until she drowned. It hurt to accept the fact. Dying was low on her list of priorities, but there seemed no way out of it this time 'I don't know what's worse,' she thought with bitter amusement, 'dying, or dying a virgin.' Her eyes rose to where Ron lay, and widened. He was gone! But where? A faint flicker of hope kindled in her mind.

Wade was multitasking. He had discovered recently that he was capable of performing two completely different complex tasks at once. Well, it wasn't really a discovery. He had actually grown into it, especially as he entered puberty. He occasionally entertained the notion that he was a mutant of sorts, at least as far as his brain was concerned. Whatever the case, he was creating a faked up video of Kim and Supergirl drowning, and feeding it into Monkey Fist's surveillance system, with his left hand, while probing the specifics of the silo trap with his right. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. Unfortunately the water valves were beyond his reach, being strictly manually controlled. The sunlamp and gravity generator were a different matter. Working quickly, Wade set up a false data loop to make Monkey Fist think that the trap was still functioning as it ought to be. Then he adjusted the output frequency of the sunlamp and shut off the gravity generator.

Kara was weakening, Kim realized. Even without her superpowers she still came from a higher gravity world than Earth, so she was having an easier time than Kim was, but she was losing the fight. The arm supporting Kim's head was sagging, and water was lapping around Kim's mouth. She was thinking about giving up and just getting it over with when the blood red light that filled the silo shifted up through orange to yellow white, even as the massive weight pressing on her vanished. Almost at once the arm under her neck changed from soft rubber to unyielding steel. Kara stood up, dragging Kim to her feet at the same time. Kim felt almost weightless, more so when Kara slung Kim's left arm around her neck with her left hand, grabbed Kim's belt with her right, and rose up the center of the silo.

Ron had regained his feet by the time Kara set Kim down on the Level One catwalk. Before Kim could say a word Ron had his arms around her in a fierce embrace, which she gladly returned. There was no time to celebrate though.

"The rocket!" Kim exclaimed, breaking the embrace.

"I'll deal with that," Kara said. She was back in the center of the silo, basking in the bright light of the sunlamps.

"And Ron and I will deal with Monkey Fist."

After Ron retrieved his gun, Kara ferried them across the silo, then returned to her sunbathing. "I need a minute or two to recharge," she explained. Kim nodded in understanding. "We get started then," she said. "Come on Ron, let's go kick some monkey butt."