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Cor-Ken Industries, Atlanta

Getting in to the factory was easier than Kim had feared when she first saw the place. The factory itself, with most of its attendant outbuildings, loomed in the center of what was essentially one huge fenced-in parking lot. There was no cover to speak of, and there were enough guards and security cameras to make crossing the parking areas unseen tricky if not impossible. Fortunately, the ever resourceful Wade had discovered that the original builders of the complex had run all their utilities (water, sewer, electricity and so forth) through tunnels that connected all the buildings. While a pair of FBI agents distracted the nearest guard, Kim, Ron and Kara slipped over the fence and into what turned out to be a maintenance garage.

Getting into the utility tunnel required nothing more difficult than cutting off a padlock, which Ron handled with a pair of bolt cutters he found in the garage, and the tunnel was roomy enough that they didn't have too much trouble negotiating it, though they had to take care not to trip on pipe brackets or hit their heads on the occasional low hanging object. The worst part of the whole trip was the abundance of spider webs and their attendant husks of dead bugs.

At the end of the tunnel Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator and brought up the map Wade had downloaded into it. "Ok," she whispered. "This should be the main building's boiler room. All of the deliveries were made at a loading dock on the far side. Assuming this floor plan is accurate, we should have no trouble finding our way. Ron, get the door please."

"I'm on it K.P." The tunnel was closed off by a grate locked and hinged from the other side. Fortunately there was enough space between the bars for Ron to slip his bolt cutters through. He quickly had a purchase on the padlock, but after a minute of straining the lock remained uncut.

"What's the matter?" Kim asked.

"The angle is awkward," Ron explained. "I can't get enough leverage."

"Let me help," Kara said, gesturing to Ron to step aside. She took the bolt cutters and stood as close to the grate as she could. Looking back at Ron she said, "Now, reach around me. Maybe together we can generate enough force."

Beaming, Ron complied. It wasn't quite a hug, but he was pressed up against her with his arms around her, and he took a brief moment to enjoy it. "Ok," he said when his hands were in place.

"On three then," Kara said. "One…two…three!" There was a snap as the lock broke. Kim reached through the bars and pulled it off, then pushed the grate open. As the three stepped into the boiler room Ron gave Kara a grin. "Strong and beautiful. What a combination." Kara smiled and lowered her eyes. Kim rolled hers. "Ron," she said sourly, "Please flirt later."

Carrying dimmed flashlights the three made their way up to the ground floor and through the maze of corridors, offices, and abandoned assembly lines. When they reached the loading docks they found a puzzle. There were a couple of forklifts, a large pile of discarded shipping crates and other materials, a computer and a telephone. But there were no machines and no supplies.

"What in the world?" Kim mused aloud.

"What happened to it all?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, but a closer look is definitely in order."

The two walked into the dock and started looking around. Ron noticed that Kara had hung back and was looking up at the ceiling.

"What is it?" he asked, looking up.

"I thought I saw something," Kara answered, still looking at the ceiling. "Like what?" Ron asked, looking up himself, trying to see whatever it was that had caught her eye. The ceiling was a maze of air and water lines, electric cables, ventilation fans, sprinkler heads, and other things that Ron couldn't identify. Finally he shrugged. "I don't see anything."

"Maybe I just imagined it," Kara mused. Looking at Kim she went on, "So what happened to all the stuff that was sent here?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Kim said. "Maybe if we look around we can find a clue." The three split up. Kim moved off in the direction of the forklifts, Kara headed for the pile of packing materials, and Ron went for the computer. He had scarcely arrived there when he called out, "I know where everything went Kim."

"Where is that?"

"Wherever this thing sent it," he proclaimed proudly, pointing to a scorched, partially melted white object the size of a fax machine.

"A teleportation unit!" Kim exclaimed.

"Excuse me, teleportation unit?" Kara asked, giving the machine a dubious look.

"Don't ask me how it works," Kim explained, "But it can teleport people, and I suppose stuff too, to any phone in the world."

Kara looked skeptical. "What do phones have to do with it?"

"All I know is, you dial the number you want, and when someone on the other end picks up…poof, there you are."

Kara stared for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Ok."

"That's it?" Kim asked, a bit surprised.

"Yep."

"So this whole teleporting over the phone thing doesn't shock you?"

"Nope. I've seen weirder things."

"So how do we find out where they sent the stuff?" Ron asked.

"Easy," Kim said with a smile. She picked up the telephone and dialed. After a short pause she said, "Hi Wade. I need you to trace every call made from this number for the last two weeks. Thanks, bye." She hung up and turned to the others. "All we have to do is find out where Drakken made his calls to," she said confidently, "and we find where the equipment went. And maybe as a bonus we get Drakken's ugly blue hide too."