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Eastern Approach, Eisenhower Tunnel

The ride had turned out to be a Marine Corps V-22 Osprey. The tilt-rotor aircraft had made the flight from Middleton to Denver in an hour, and was now approaching the Eisenhower Tunnel, switching from conventional to helicopter flight mode as it did so.

"My God," Kim said softly as she surveyed the scene below. Wade's video had barely hinted at the raid and its aftermath. All six semis had been hit, their tractors reduced to burned out wreckage. A number of what seemed to be SUV's had also been destroyed, but whether they were civilian or military wasn't clear. Near the convoy lay the still smoldering remains of a helicopter, and debris from another chopper was splattered across the mountain that loomed above the tunnel. There seemed to be hundreds of vehicles parked along the Interstate, from Colorado State Patrol cars, to fire trucks, ambulances, Humvee's and even a few Forest Service trucks. The westbound route was closed off, the traffic having been shifted to one of the two eastbound lanes. An Air Force F-16 had buzzed them on there way in, and looking up Kim could see several more jets orbiting overhead.

"It looks like a war zone," Ron commented, echoing Kim's own thoughts. The Osprey set down on the Interstate itself, guided in by soldier in battle dress with a rifle slung over his shoulder. Even before the crew compartment doors slid open, Kim's nostrils picked up the smell of burnt diesel fuel, rubber, and flesh. When the doors did open, Ron began to gag, and Kim had to fight her own urge to vomit. An other soldier, this one wearing captains bars, approached them.

"Miss Possible? Mr. Stoppable?" he asked. When they nodded he introduced himself. "I'm Captain Langsdorf. Follow me please." He turned, and Kim and Ron followed as he led them around the worst of the wreckage toward a humvee that was attached to a tent, and festooned with antennas of all sorts. Kim shivered, glad she had worn a heavy coat. The tunnel was at eleven thousand feet, and it was cold, but that wasn't the only reason she was shivering.

As they walked Kim glanced at the devastated convoy. Empty cartridge cases gleamed in the bright sun, and here and there bodies, or pieces of bodies, lay under white sheets weighted down against the stiff breeze that was blowing. Something drew her gaze to the cab of one of the SUV's that had been escorting the convoy. She gave a sudden yelp of fright. Sitting in the cab, still clutching the steering wheel, was a charred corpse, it's still white teeth standing in stark contrast to the burnt flesh of its face. Ron did chuck then, and Kim followed suit. Captain Langsdorf waited patiently until they were done, then led them on.

"In here Miss Possible," he said when they reached the tent, opening a narrow door in the wall and stepping inside. As she entered, Kim saw that the tent was filled with communications gear and people. Most of the people wore uniforms of one sort or another, but two were in civilian clothes. One, a man, wore a radio headset and carried himself in a way that suggested he was a government agent. The second was a girl about her own age, with pale blonde hair and dark blue eyes. The girl wore a leather coat over a flannel shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes. She regarded Kim and Ron with frank, but not unfriendly, curiosity.

"Kim Possible sir," the escorting officer announced. An older man in uniform turned toward them. He was scowling, but not, it seemed, at them. "Ah yes," he said, stepping over and extending his hand. "I'm Major General Ernest Deziel, United States Army. I'm the head of Project Warsuit. Thank you for coming, Miss Possible, and you too Mr. Stoppable," he added, nodding at Ron.

"I'd say it's a pleasure General," Kim said, shaking the proffered hand, "But under the circumstances…"

The general's face darkened. "I agree," he replied. "Twenty-seven good men and women died here today. They took eighteen of their attackers with them, but Drakken and Shego got away, and they got away with four prototype suits."

"What kind of suits, sir?"

"As the project name suggests, they were suits of military battle armor, but they weren't just body armor. They're fifteen feet tall, powered, and equipped with enough weapons to give one soldier the firepower of an entire company. "This," he went on, indicating the maybe federal agent, "is Vincent Barnish. He's with the FBI, and he'll be coordinating our efforts to recover the suits and nail Drakken's hide to the nearest wall." The last came out harshly, and Agent Barnish smiled coldly. "You'll be reporting to him."

Barnish leaned forward, hand held out, a warm grin replacing the cold smile. "A pleasure. You've made quite a name for yourself over the last year Kim. Dr. Director speaks very highly of you." Kim felt herself blush. She knew Global Justice cooperated with the FBI, but she hadn't been aware that her reputation was that widespread.

"Uh, this is my partner, Ron Stoppable," she stammered, trying to change the subject.

"Of course," Agent Barnish said, "Your reputation precedes you as well sir." Ron grinned ear to ear at that, and Kim suppressed a smile. Maybe Barnish was just stroking Ron's ego, but she had a feeling that his expressed admiration was mostly sincere.

"Now," Barnish said, "The three of you -"

Ron and Kim interrupted at the same time. "Three of us?"

"Yes," Barnish nodded. "STAR Labs is in charge of developing the suits. They figured you could use some backup, so they asked us to include -" he gestured at the blonde, but before he could say anything else she stood up and interjected, "Zine. Kara Zine, at your service."

"Yes. Miss…Zine," Barnish said with the briefest of pauses, "will be backing you up."

"No offence to Miss Zine," Kim said, glancing at the blonde girl before returning her gaze to Agent Barnish, "But I don't normally need back up."

"I'm sure you don't," General Deziel said amicably, "But these aren't normal circumstances, and you may find Miss Zine useful."

Kim sighed in resignation. Deziel was obviously going to insist, and she supposed Zine wouldn't get in the way too much. She turned and held out her hand. "Welcome aboard."