Chapter 1
-The Beginning of the End-Part 1
By: Forgotten466

The road was silent and solitary as the Chevy Malibu cruised down US Interstate 59. The tired man inside cursed silently under his breath as he drove. Apparently main intersections on his normal route were closed due to repair, a fact that he was unaware of nor had he heard on the news. It was this reason that he was traveling on this interstate that was unfamiliar to him. Instead of driving through them the Interstate was eight miles outside the towns of Middleton and Upperton, it did connect them, although it took much longer than he would have liked. Because of his new route he was now out a quarter past midnight, when he should have been home an hour ago. His wife was going to chew his ear off, but he knew it was only from being worried about his safety.

He had just come from a meeting with a CEO of a corporation that he was doing business with. Although it started at seven the long meeting managed to end up at a Christmas party downstairs. He never thought that his job as an actuary would ever keep him out this late. He smiled to himself as he drove through the snow covered roads thinking about how his mother wanted him to become a doctor. He laughed to himself as he answered his own question with a statement, "I'm Jewish, why become a doctor when money management is in my blood."

His destination was a three-bedroom house in Middleton. Although he felt it was to big for the two of them he conceded to his wife's wishes of not selling it. "When he comes back I want him to know that he still has a home and a place to come to when he needs it," this had been his wife's one and only statement on the matter. He would have argued the point more, but twenty-one years of marriage told him that he never would have won and besides he was too old to be sleeping on the couch.

As the Malibu turned yet another corner he realized the section of highway he was on. It was this three mile stretch that had made so much news two years ago du to flood waters covering it and making holiday travel a nightmare. The holiday travelers going home after Thanksgiving cried, screamed and yelled for the mayor to do something. He conceded to the people and raised hell until the state government raised the highway above the floodwater range.

The car's interior was clean and well keep, nobody would have guessed that it had been three years since they bought it. The driver reflected the way his car looked being dressed nicely in a light blue work shirt with a loosened tie hanging around his neck. He was somewhat of a heavyset man only reaching five foot eight in height. Looking beneath his glasses and into his eyes it was apparent that he had just finished a long day by the bags that had formed. The drive was taking its toll on him as he pressed harder on the accelerator in hopes arriving home sooner.

The sign of 'Middleton exit two miles' was like a ray of sunshine greeting him in the morning. With a second wind hitting him he decided it would be best to call his love to tell her that she could go to bed, he would be home in fifteen minutes. Pulling out his cell phone he dialed the number of his house and was answered by a sleepy voice that held concern in it. He smiled to himself; his wife had stayed up late with work looming tomorrow just so she could see that he had arrived home safely. After hearing her scold him about his late night and how he wasn't some twenty year-old, he told her were he was and how late to expect him.

Between his wife and the road the man did not notice the headlights that were growing closer by the second. It wasn't until a hard jolt from his back throwing him into his steering wheel and dropping his cell phone that he even noticed the vehicle. He was able to regain control of his car right as another hit came from the back, only this time the vehicle was staying on his bumper and increasing speed.

He shook the car from left to right while smashing the petals with both his feet trying in vain to free himself. His panics only worsen as he looked ahead to see the upcoming curve overlooking the steep drop that was behind the railing. It was then that with all his might he griped the wheel and turned a hard right while stomping on the brake in a vain attempt to free himself. It had its desired effect as he started to peel the other car off his bumped only to have another vehicle slam into him from the right.

Blood was on the cracked window that the man was sitting next to. As a result of the side impact the man inside was thrown into his driver's side window cracking it with his head. With his injuries the he was dazed and could barely keep his hands on the wheel. In his last thoughts he was able to make out the protective barrier on the curve that his car smashed through.

The once proud Malibu flew through the air and crashed hard on the slope flipping it over on its side numerous times. Pieces of the car peeled off and flew through the air creating a path of car parts. It finally came to a stop at the end of the slope in a ditch overturned with the engine still idling.

Back on the highway the two vehicles stopped at the edge of the slope were the broken barrier laid. The doors then opened to reveal three occupants who stepped out to survey the work that they had done. With approving nods two members re-entered their vehicles and drove off. The last one took out a cell phone and made a call, after that he used the phone to take a picture of the crash and finally left the scene.


The snake's camouflaged skin of green and brown protected it from predators as it gracefully glided along the grass and brush of the Jungle floor. The clouds had covered up its warmth and now it was on the move for a spot were it could bask in the sunlight. It slowly made its way towards a lump of ragged weeds and overgrowth that was completely drenched in the sun. Finding its place of warmth next to the overgrowth it curled up its body warming itself.

Its relaxation and peace were short lived as a moment later blood pooled around its twitching body from the dismemberment of its head. Next to the body on the grown laid a knife half-covered in blood with a hand holding a tight grip on its handle. A moment later the weapon, along with the hand, slowly retreated under the mound of overgrowth cloaking it from the rest of the world.

To the ears of one man the jungle was lovely during this humid evening as the creatures of the day settled down while the predators of the night started to make there rounds. A moment of relaxing peace was all one man allowed himself as he laid camouflaged under plants and other uprooted vegetation waiting for his moment to strike. It was within this moment of relaxing that a loud creek swept through his surroundings alerting him that something was out of place.

Three yards ahead of him a mound of dirt and grass moved out of place reveling an underground structure beneath the jungle floor. It was lifted ninety degrees up on one end while the other end was still connected to the ground. From this camouflaged door a man of Hispanic descent standing slightly lower than six foot emerged. He took a moment to adjust to the new light of the outside before he let the door drop back into place behind him. He then went to work freeing himself a cigarette while juggling a laptop, lighter and the pack of cigarettes.

When he was a few steps from the door he paused lighting his cigarette and then took a long drag that he held a few seconds to savor. During the Hispanic man's ordeal of lighting up his cancer stick he never once saw the pile of overgrowth and weeds that slowly moved towards him. The man underneath carefully approached the Hispanic man from behind watching his movements carefully. He timed the man as he smoked waiting for his moment and when it appeared he quickly and silently took advantage of it. Once the Hispanic man let out his breath of smoke one hand from behind grabbed onto his face cutting off air, while another stabbed a knife in the center of his chest. After a moment of struggling the lifeless body was dragged away from the entrance he had just come out of without a sound.

The man was placed to the side of the entrance, if the plan went accordingly there would be no need to hide the body. As he was being placed to the side two figures appeared out of the jungle. They had been camouflaged like the other man except that they were primarily hidden by the jungle's vegetation. The two figures that had made their presence notable were men with the same type of military clothes as the other man. One was a large African-American male with a scar on his face; the other was also a male of Middle Eastern decent. The final man who discarded his camouflage of weeds revealed himself to be a white male standing over six-foot with blonde hair and brown eyes that showed no emotion. He was the one responsible for killing the Hispanic man a moment ago and pocketing his cigarettes.

Each man was covered with mud and sweat. They had been in their camouflaged positions for nearly six hours. During this time they did not allow themselves to move, sleep or eat. This had been the only way to take their enemy by surprise. Each member had a Colt M4 assault rifle that had been modified for there mission. Instead of a basic color it was painted in camouflage colors and had been given a scope on top. Besides the assault rifle they also carried a Colt M1911 hand gun as backup. The only other person to carry an extra weapon was the blonde male that carries a Baby Eagle with him.

They stood there for a moment waiting for their camera to make a clean sweep of the area. The camera was easily one of a kind considering it was mounted on the back of a live rodent. When the door was first opened it made its move and entered into the underground structure undetected. It already knew to make a swept of the structure that turned out to be a drug lab, then once it was done it would find cover until told otherwise.

The lab itself was a simple drug lab that made, cut and held cocaine until it was ready to be shipped. His team had been sent to eliminate three labs that intelligence found in the jungles of Colombia. Their location now was somewhere around thirty miles south of Buenaventura, Colombia. The only thing off about this siege was that it was the fourth lab they would destroy.

Thinking back he remembered how they had found themselves taking on this special job. It had been almost twenty-four hours since they finished off the third lab and were washing away the days events in some heap of bar drinking a beer when none other than George Hernandez came walking through. His best friend always said that he was Mr. dumb luck, but nobody was this lucky considering their agencies database was limitless and the top in the world. Hernandez was listed as a high level criminal in the drug world that must be caught alive. How the intelligence wasn't able to figure out he was here didn't matter now, he had to be caught no matter what. Normal procedure would have stated that they should have captured him when he left the bar out of site from any witnesses, instead they decided to find out were he had been hiding. Since this was a special assignment they decided to hire some help in the form of a prostitute named 'Candy' to make him give up any useful information. They weren't sure what moves she put on him but they worked as he told her were he was going and even the time he was meeting his 'former' contact.

Back at the entrance all three men were viewing the inside of the lab through specialized lens mounted in front of their left eye. Looking at it from the outside it would seem like a basic lens, yet it was a direct feed of the moving camera they had inside. They had been watching this for a minute and a half when the feed stopped moving and looked as though it was now in a corner. This meant that the rodent's job was now done, they had seen the inside of the lab. The blond leader signaled for the other two to move into place, they would soon be infiltrating the lab.

All three men mounted their silencers and the Middle Eastern man positioned himself at the back of the trap door with his hands at the other end. The other two readied their guns and with a nod the door was pulled open. Only a second of time was used for the two men to locate their targets, aim and fire a silent shot from each of them. The result was two faces with a frozen expression of surprised plastered on their face with a single bullet hole between each of their eyes.

They stood there for a moment with guns trained to make sure no one was coming to investigate anything. Satisfied that they had not been spotted all three made there way down the make-shaft steps of wood and earth careful not to make a noise. Once inside the drug lab they quickly proceeded to the opening in the wall were the blond pulled a knife and angled so they could see what they were up against.

According to the camera there were three rooms in the lab. The first was the entrance that they were now in, the second was nothing more then a holding area for the finished cocaine. The third room was were the attack would take place, it was the main center of the entire lab were it also held all of the hostels. In all there were nine of them in the room, one being Hernandez. As with all the other labs they had been sent to they would eliminate any evidence within it, this meant killing all eight hostels.

The eight hostels were in the center of the room over a table preparing the new batch of cocaine that would soon be going out. The group of eight was split into two smaller groups of four working in two different areas. It appeared that the first group was performing the purification of the cocaine. The last four were working on the conversion process, this was what worried the blonde. It was during this process that dangerous chemicals would be used to make the cocaine into the powdered whit substance. Even though there was some distance between the chemicals and the hostel's it still would be a risk to have gunfire there. If a bullet would to hit either barrel of the ether or hydrochloric acid it would mean death for them all. He would have to hope his men could take them all down before something happened. The other hostile, George Hernandez, was in the back sampling the new batch with great joy. They would give him a minute to let the drugs take effect, it would make grabbing him that much easier.

Once the area was surveyed they prepared for the offensive they would take. The blond leader turned to his other two members and gave them silent hand signals of what they were about to do. Once they understood the leader turned back around and started to remove his weaponry and heavy clothing from his waist up revealing a greatly worked upper chest. He then removed two flash grenades from a belt he had discarded and looked at the other two. They had been preparing their guns and removed both of their packs so that they wouldn't slow them down in the attack.

The group's leader gave them a simple plan of attack. He would throw the flash grenades in front of the eight hostels at the table and make a run for Hernandez. While the men were disoriented from the grenades and sudden company the other two members would eliminate them. While this was happening the blond leader would make a run to capture Hernandez, there would be no need for a weapon seeing as how he would be drugged up and disoriented.

All three men were pressed against the doorway calmly waiting to make their move. It was the blonde who mouthed three, two, one that started the operation. There leader was the first to move passing through the doorway, after a few steps he tossed the grenades next to the men working at the table and continued on his path. The men working at the table were confused at first seeing someone running through, but then went for there guns right as the flash grenades went off. Blinded and disoriented by the sudden light they closed their eyes trying to make sense of what was happening. It was at this time that the two other men in the doorway made their move firing into the confused group of men. With precise aiming they were taken down easily hitting each with no more than two bullets in the center of each man's chest.

On the other side of the room Hernandez was panicking not knowing what was going on. The blond male that had been running for him since the start flung himself into the air right at him tackling him. They both hit the ground hard and it was the blonde male who was up first that wined back knocking him unconscious with a single hit to his face. Looking up he saw that his other partners had finished their job and were now searching the lab for any useful information. He was pleased with what had happened, they had taken down the entire lab without any of the hostel's getting off a single shot or destroying any of the evidence.

He was brought out of his thoughts by the scratching on his leg of a rodent climbing into his pocket and giving him a thumbs up. He then started towards his prisoner, he had his own job to do and if he wanted to get out of here he needed to hurry up and get it done. After tying up his prisoner he walked over to one of the packs they had been carrying and opened it up. Inside were six bricks of C4 that was extra from the other three missions. One thing that he was known for around the agency was being a little excessive when it came to explosives, thus the reason why they had so much extra. He walked around the room placing the bricks in key positions around the chemicals and drugs making sure they would be destroyed. In all it was two bricks more than they needed, but for some reason he liked big explosions. Must have been the kid inside of him. Once he was finished he looked back at his team members, the black male was going around the lab picking up papers and other documents he thought would be important. The Middle Eastern man went around with a video camera capturing the lab and faces of each of the hostel's they had brought down for documenting.

Once each of their jobs were done all three men exited the underground lab dragging their prisoner along with them. They then went and threw in the first man that they had killed and left the door opened reveling an antenna that was connected to the detonators of the C4. When they were fifty meters away they readied themselves and took cover detonating the C4. The inter area that the lab covered exploded in a ball of flame and incinerated all evidence that was left down there. It also left what looked to be a huge smoldering sinkhole in the middle of the jungle. Once again they gathered their belongings and started to make there way through the jungle dragging their prisoner behind them. It was already becoming dark and they would only have the light of the moon to guide them if they wanted to make it to their pickup point. The two men started to walk away when they heard the hammer to a gun click......

"BANG"

Turning around on instinct with guns drawn they beheld the sight of a chimpanzee squirming on the ground. It had fallen out of the trees and blood was starting to poll around it. Above it was the blond male with his gun drawn; he then fired two more shoots killing the primate.

When he looked back up he saw the confused and questioning faces of his partners. All he could do is shrug and say with a smile. "What? I hate monkeys."


Well that ends the first part of my story. I want to thank all you readers out there who have put up reading this considering that it was my fist fanfic and probably has a great number of mistakes in it.

I will say it now and never again. I DO NOT OWN KIM POSSIBLE. Frankly I don't own much of anything. In latter chapters I will talk about real world events and other real things. I DO NOT OWN THOSE EITHER.

The next half will hopefully be put up next week. For all of those who are wondered why I never said the names of the characters, I sapose it was to have you guessing what was going on. Although if you don't know who I'm talking about then you will have a lot of problems reading this story. But don't worry there will be names and questions answered in the next half.

One other note, if at any time you feel that this should go up to an R rating please leave a review and let me know. Thanks.

Until then, good reading and please review.
-Forgotten466-