Chapter 3
-A Demon's Past-Part-2
By: Forgotten466

The black Lincoln twisted and turned as it navigated itself through the communities numerous streets. The driver guided the car through the turns and obeyed all signs not wanting to draw attention to himself. The numerous citizens around him continued on they way unaware of the intentions that were soon to come by the driver. His task was simple, kidnap his target by any means necessary. His target in question was a middle-aged woman who was known throughout the criminal world as DNAmy. Her real name was Amelia Cassandra and her abilities as a geneticist would be most useful to his employer.

According to the information that was obtained on her she was both living and working within this community. The house that she owned under a fake name was a cover to the immense lab that was built underneath. Unfortunately for him they were unable to supply him with any layout of the lab's structure. Once he was in the lab he would be completing his task blind. Walking in and grabbing her would have been simple if it hadn't been for those little pets she created. With those monsters protecting their 'master' he was sure to be in some type of fight and alerting the neighbors around them was a major risk. That was why he was driving this particular route, observing and memorizing everything between the house and were he would park. In case he had to make a hasty leave.

Once he had memorized the surroundings he guided the Lincoln into the garage of a home that was currently being built. There he could prepare for his task without wondering eyes spotting him. Parking the car he switched off the ignition and climbed out reveling the scars that consumed the left side of his face. Grabbing a folder in the front seat he made his way towards the trunk and opened it reveling a single metal suitcase. Thumbing the latches he opened it to revel two .44 Magnum desert eagles and ten clips of ammunition. The ammunition had been modified from the normal caliber to new .30-30 cartridges or commonly know as cop killer bullets. He would have never used such ammunition before, but he was dealing with creatures like elephants and rhinos and he would something special for them. Before closing the trunk he also pulled out a flash grenade and one regular grenade just to be on the safe side. Amelia had escaped from jail two months ago with the help of something the guards said looked like a cross between a rabbit and the hulk. It would be safe to say that she had more of those things down there.

Before leaving he looked through the folder one last time as a final preparation. It was a combination of all the information that was collected on her. Everything from Global Justice to local police reports. Looking through it one last time a piece of information jumped out at him that would be most useful. Maybe there was a way he could just convince her to come with him instead of having to kidnap her.


Alcohol makes the pain go away. It wasn't exactly something you would hear at an AA meeting, but it was true in this case. Ron didn't have much to drink, but the shoots he did consume had helped stabilize him through the other half of the evaluation. Since they had continued Dr. Wayne had gone over his first days after leaving home until now. He was asking specific questions about what Ron had done. Everything from the basic training to recalling the time when they took out his two back molars and replaced them with two identical fake ones. The fakes were hollow and one contained a tracking device while the other held a capsule of cyanide incase he needed it. He wasn't sure were the Doctor was going with this so Ron keep a perfect face and answered each question fully. After two hours of questioning and conversation the good Doctor was almost done.

"Now Mr. Stoppable," said Dr. Wayne, "I would like for you to tell me the details of your first mission. It was under the codename Godhand's Number, it says in your record that you were given this assignment only after three months of training. Most agents go through double that and even then they don't receive assignments of this degree."

Ron nodded and replied, "well first off we had been training every moment for the past three months. We were only allowed four hours of sleep each day and we weren't permitted any type of off time. Not to mention that since we were in this special project of theirs they trained us differently, more advanced than normal. So when we were assigned our mission we were well equipped for it and at the time John, the man who introduced me to the Agency, was in charge of our team. As for your second question the reason we were chosen for this assignment was because I knew the tactics and mine of the man we were going after."

"And that would be," asked the Dr. Wayne.

"Monkey Fist." Replied Ron, "well that's what he called himself. His real name was Monty Fist, he use to be some type of English Lord. I first meet him in Cambodia when I was still apart of the whole hero thing with Kim. The guy was screwed up in the head, he believed that he was this monkey God and that he would control the world. When I first met him I knew he was miles of bad road. After Cambodia we clashed on a few occasions over mystic monkey power or some other type insane freaky monkey stuff he was into. Heck he didn't even have human guards, just his legion of monkey ninjas."

"I'm sorry but did you say monkey ninjas," asked the Doctor as a weird expression filled his face.

"Yes I did and no I'm not crazy," Ron answered back quickly. He had better explain himself before the Doctor made a note in his record. "He was into monkeys big time. I personally think they're freaks of nature, but he thought they were cool or something. He thought they were so great that he manipulated his genes so he could have monkey hands and feet. Instead of normal henchmen he trained these monkeys to fight kung fu style and do special jobs for him."

"Interesting, I would have like to meet this Monkey Fist. If what you said was true then I could have wrote an interesting paper for the Journal of Psychology. Although it is funny how you can never escape your past, isn't it Mr. Stoppable," said the Doctor. "Now I would like to know the events that took place during that mission."

Three months after joining the Agency

"That day had been like any other during the training program of the Agency," recalled Ron. "I had been going through my second hour of field training when we were ordered to the meeting room on the main floor. The four of us, John Brandon Aladdin, and myself made our way there to find both General Appleton and General Lupin waiting to brief us. Originally they had wanted only me to tag along with another team since and brief them on Monkey Fist's movements. But General Appleton was able to convince his superiors to let the four of us go in there ourselves. Appleton had never cared for our teams' members; he believed that only true military soldiers should be allowed in the Agency. This was his way of proving that our team didn't have what it takes to make it there."

"Anyway, Monkey Fist had stolen a powerful decryption program that was being developed by our technical teams. The program itself could break any code ever made, from ATM numbers to nuclear launch codes. Apparently we had let Global Justice hold onto it for some technical purpose, and being Global Justice they allowed Monkey Fist to steal it during a transportation they were overseeing."

"We received satellite Intel that Monkey Fist had gone back to his mansion in London with the program, apparently he was awaiting the buyer their. Before leaving we were each given standard equipment consisting of a Colt M4 assault rifle and a Colt M1911 hand gun as backup. I still remember leaving towards the transport when John came up to me handed me a Baby Eagle. Looking at it I was stunned, I didn't know why he gave it to me. As we were making our way towards our transport he told me that it was a gift for making it to my first mission. He knew that all my military experience came form being a sidekick and that most of the people in the Agency wanted to see me fail and quit. A lot of the members of the Agency were under the same type of impression as General Appleton. The fact that I made it this far showed him determination and he thought I deserved it. So I stuffed the gun in a holster on the small of my back and went on. While we made towards London I informed the team of Monkey Fist's defense system."

"Upon arriving there I took lead since I knew the layout of the castle and guided them to the main security room. There we bypassed his system so that it wouldn't detect us and headed towards his study. As we made our way we encountered a few of his ninjas, but were able to eliminate them without showing our presence. Once there we found Monkey Fist and his buyer in the process of the transaction. With guns pointed we ordered him to drop to the ground and surrender. He automatically called for his ninjas that were hiding above in the rafters. He then turned around and went white seeing our guns, I think he was excepting Kim not an army group. When he did see our guns he tried to yell retreat, but at that moment our training kicked in and we opened fire on them without a second thought. Blood and fur was all that could be seen for at least ten seconds, after that any monkeys that were still alive started to retreat. John went to take the buyer, who was on the ground scared out of his mind, while Brandon and Aladdin secured the room. I had left after seeing Monkey Fist retreating up some nearby stairs."

"I had gone up two flights of stairs to find fist standing in another room with his back to me. With my gun raised I stepped into the room and felt a sensation go through my body. I had walked into a trap. He hadn't been running, but leading me to this room. The instant I realized this he turned around reveling the Lotus Blade in his hands. A twisted smile formed on his lips as he jumped in the air holding the blade over his head wanting to kill me with one sweep of the blade. That moment when he was in the air I threw down my gun and went into a fighting stance of my own. I don't know why, but for some reason shooting him didn't feel right. I wanted to take him down with my own hands."

"I was actually holding my own during the fight. Monkey Fist was surprised to say the least. Every time we meet beforehand I could barely hold my own and here I was matching him hit for hit. He had cut me a few times with the blade before I was able to knock it out of his hands. At that instant we started fighting hand to hand, we were like this for about twelve minutes and were starting to feel its effects. I had a broken nose and a couple of loose teeth while he had more than one broken rib and a cracked jaw. During the fight Brandon came into the room looking for me, seeing if I was okay. I was momentarily distracted and Fist took advantage by hitting me in the solar plexus and then jumping for the Lotus Blade. With the way the room was positioned Monkey Fist was charging at Brandon from a blind spot in his vision. I knew that once he realized Fist was coming after him he wouldn't be fast enough to stop him, so I did what I had to. From my spot on the ground I grabbed the Baby Eagle that John gave me from my back, aimed and fired two shoots into Monkey Fist's chest."

"Time felt like it was dragging on forever when I pushed myself up and slowly made my way towards Monkey fist. I turned him over onto his back with a kick of my foot. His face held a look of shock and pain from what had happened. Fist was a smart man, he was going to die, he knew it, I knew it. Instead of doing something to ease his suffering I just stood there looking into his face and finally his eyes. His painful gasps for air fell on death ears as I watched him. It took about a minute for him to pass and when he did I was watching his eyes. I bent down and closed his lids with my hand. He was the first person that I ever killed."

"After we secured the buyer we took stock of fists estate. All teams in the Agency take the wealth of any terrorists or enemy that they capture and put it into an account for their use. This is how the Agency can stay afloat without government money. So like any other team we drained his offshore bank account into one of our own. Once that was done we took the device and Fist's body where we dumped it about a half a mile away. To cover up any other evidence of what happened we set his castle on fire. Once the police came to investigated they concluded it was a hit and are still looking for the ones responsible."

"When we came back the heads of the Agency looked into the notes and recommendations that John presented them with. They decided that our team was more advanced than previously thought and that we should be allowed to participate in mission while finishing our training. Because of how I lead them into the castle and took down Monkey Fist I was made leader of the team."

"Interesting," replied the Doctor. "As for your question on why you choose to face this Monkey Fist without your weapon, I believe that you were trying to overcome a difficulty from your past. You told me beforehand that you could not hold your own in a fight. I believe that with the knowledge of how to fight from your training that you sub-concisely wished to strip that image of a horrible fighter from your mind."

The Doctor's statement was meet with a dumbfound look on Ron's face. "I only understood about twenty percent of that, but it sounded like you had the right idea."

Dr. Wayne then flipped through his folder once again to notes that he had taken early. "Beforehand you told me about that gun, your Baby Eagle, you said it was special to you. According to your reports you have always listed it as a weapon used during missions you partake in. What does this gun symbolize to you, pride, shame a symbol of your actions?"

"More or less," was Ron's reply. "I carry it around because to me it's a testament to what I do. If I hadn't shot Monkey Fist when I did then Brandon would be dead. I saved his life by taking another, I thought I would never have to do that. The first time I ever killed was with that gun. I look at it and I understand what my job is and what I must do to complete it. I go out and stop bad people from hurting others, nothing more."

After a few notes the Doctor then looked back up asking, "after the mission what happened Mr. Stoppable?"

"After everything was done we were each given two months of leave. The psychologists thought it would help us cope with the recent events. Instead of going home I decided it was only right to give Monkey Fist a proper burial, I mean I was the one who killed him. At first I was going to bury him in his family plot, but decided he would be much better resting were people believed in his beliefs. So I took his body to Japan and was granted permission to lay him on the outskirts of the Yamanouchi School."

Looking into the folder in front of him Dr. Wayne spoke up; "I don't have anything on this school. What happened there?"

"I had a talk with General Lupin and he agreed to take the school off my record. The head instructor and governing council that runs the school asked me to not tell anyone about it." Ron had made sure that only people who needed to know about the school did. He had also returned the Lotus Blade, information that he kept from the Doctor. "After everything was done I continued to stay there until my leave was up. That school has always been one place were I could find a calming peace. It also helped that I lost my virginity there."

"I will respect your wishes to not talk about the school, but since you brought it up I would like to talk about the relationships you have had." Dr. Wayne had wanted to get into this subject, but was having trouble trying to bring it up. "Was there a relationship in Japan or was it a one night thing?"

For a moment Ron was taken back, he never thought a question like that was going to come up. "What business is that of yours," Ron's voice betrayed him as angry came forth. He understood the Doctor was going to ask him questions about his time in the Agency, but this was his personal life.

Dr. Wayne immediately put his hands up hopping to calm the increasingly agitate man in front of him. "I told you that my questioning was leading to a overall conclusion about your time in the Agency. Besides the missions and day to day life I would like to know the personal side. And yes this does include romantic interests that you've had. I just want to know you better; any matter discussed is strictly confidential. So could we please get back to this girl in Japan and any other romances you've had."

Ron nodded in agreement. He didn't like going over this, but it looked like he had to. "Her name was Yori and no it wasn't a one night stand. I had originally meet her in an exchange program I was involved with Middleton High School. When I came back we instantly became great friends and after a few days I asked her out on a date. From that point we spent hours together, just hanging out and doing other stuff that girlfriends and boyfriends do. At first I was reluctant because of my feelings towards Kim, but I keep reminding myself that she was gone. Out of my life forever and that I had to move on. So I dove head first into my relationship with Yori, after a month we took it to the next level."

"What happened when you had to leave Japan," asked the Doctor.

"I left," answered Ron. "Since our team was now agent level status I had numerous flights at my disposal and was allowed to spend my free time as I choose. I would hop a transport and spend a couple of days in Japan with Yori. Sometimes we would spend those days working in the school improving techniques they taught or we would just spend time with each other doing nothing, enjoying each others company. Hell, couple of times I came up their and all we did was special workouts, if you know what I mean. And if you're wondering, we broke up after about eight months. The long distance relationship didn't work out. I still go up to the school to talk to the headmaster or practice a little. I even go up to talk to Yori, we've become close friends."

Scribbling some notes down the Doctor asked, "and what about your other relationships. Have you started any here?"

"Come on Doc, you know relationships between agency members aren't allowed, the head guys fell it will interfere with our productivity." The Doctor simply raised an eyebrow in response to his answer. Ron just sighed, apparently this Doctor was smarter than he thought. "Look I don't have any girlfriends here okay. I do occasionally spend the night with a girl here and there. Not like it's that unexpected, a lot of members do it. So yeah I have had a few 'sleepovers' with other members of the Agency, but its never gone any farther than that."

"So what do you do for long term companionship if you can't start anything here?"

"I go out with Brandon and Aladdin to the local college hangouts. Meet some girls, get some phone numbers, have some fun. As for girlfriends, well they last about a month at the max. When you take a job in the Agency you have to be on call at all times of the day, that pretty much ruins any social life you may have," Ron confessed to the Doctor.

As he wrote Dr. Wayne spoke, "do you have any wishes in the future about starting a family. Perhaps getting married and leaving this job behind."

Ron just smiled and chuckled inwardly, "The few people that do have families here have them because they were started before they entered the Agency. I came in at sixteen and am a full fledge member with elite status, I have no other life. The moment I accepted the offer I pushed any hope like that away. Look I know this is your job and all, but can we get passed this."

Nodding the Doctor replied, "alright, I have what I wanted. Now let us take a look into your civilian arrest record while you've been in the Agency."

A loud groan was heard from Ron's throat that somehow echoed throughout the room. His arrest record, now there was some great news.


Quickly he dashed across the floor towards the back of the underground lab for cover. Through years of military training he instantly saw a spot not ten yards from him that would give him good protection and time to come up with a strategy. Throwing his back against the wall he took a moment to see if he could let his guard down while he reloaded. Seeing no danger he changed both clips of his twin .40 magnum desert eagles, while trying to calm himself at the same time. With his weapons reloaded he took a moment to carefully lay his head on the cool metallic wall and slow his breathing trying to regain control of himself. Sweat trickled down his scared face as he felt the remaining weapons at his disposal. He had already spent six clips of ammunition and now only had two clips left in his guns while another two waited as backup. He still hadn't used his grenades though, God knows he would need them soon.

Entering Amy's home and lab were simple, but dealing with her creations was a whole new ballpark. Soldiers were one thing, them he could predict and anticipate their moves. But these things were animals, in all his military experience he had never fought anything like this. In all she had five things crawling around as if they were creatures God had made, not the monstrosities they were. So far he had taken out three of them, the little ones as he called them. A lobster-dog, snake-cat and parrot-lizard were obviously not the fighters, but once they saw he had entered the lab they attacked. The other two were his problem right now.

The first was what he considered a mix of a dog's head on an elephant body with feet of a lion or some other type of cat. Amelia must have also heighten its senses and increased its muscle flexibility since it could hear every shoot he made for it. The thing would just simply jump out of the way. Right now he needed something to keep it still for a moment. The other frankenstein creature looked like the Easter Bunny on steroids, probably could get a contract with major league baseball if it wanted. He could make out the cross of rabbit and rhino, but there was something else to it, something that made its outer hide tough enough to withstand his bullets.

Pressing his body harder against the wall the scared man steadied his breathing while trying to think out a plan of attack. The good news was that Amy was still in the lab, probably wanting to see him dead for killing her babies, he wouldn't have to hunt her down after this was over. The bad news was the only way to take down that deranged rabbit would be a shot through the neck under his chin. He could see the loose skin dangling under his neck that meant that there wasn't much protection, of course the dam rabbit never gave him a clear shot. The dog on the other hand could be killed with a bullet if he would slow down a minute

He had a minute or two to think of what he could do. He could see from the reflection on the wall in front of him that the dog thing was the only one in striking range. I was walking back and forth never moving its eyes away from the spot he was occupying. The rabbit was in the back of the lab staying close to its master, guarding it in case the dog fell. Considering the weapons he had at his disposal he knew that the only way for them to work was if the creature would stay still. At that moment a thought came to him that was completely off the wall and so dumb that it could work. All he had to do now was pray that the creature also had the brain of a dog.

Slowly placed both guns on the floor next to him and then pulled out his two remaining clips and his grenade. Watching the dog carefully he peered around the corner and slid the first clip towards the animal. The clip had not reached ten feet before the monster jumped a distance of twenty feet in the opposite direction out of instinct. Once the clip stooped the dog creature slowly walked up to it trying to figure out what it was. Just like he thought the creature first smelled and pushed the clip trying to determine what it could be. That was when he slid the next clip in the same direction with the same amount of force. This time the creature only stepped back a couple of feet before examining it in the same matter. Now was the time for his last object, the grenade. Slowly he repeated the same steps and slid the bomb in the same way as he did the other clips. To his joy the creature this time did not step back, no he actually went towards it. Throwing himself back around the corner he grabbed both guns and covered his ears. The next sound he heard was a muffled explosion as pieces of red shoot out across the room.

Hearing Amelia's cries for murder he quickly grabbed his last grenade, a flash grenade. He was excepting an attack once he killed the first creature so quickly he prepared himself for the next part of his plain. After all he knew people, not animals. People were prone to rash judgements seeing loved ones being killed and Amelia had played right into his hands. Standing up from his squatting position he held both guns in each hand and the other grenade under the sole of his boot. He presented his body for the charging creature so that it would have a target to run at and would make him run in a straight line. He timed it perfectly flinging the grenade with a movement of his ankle and closed his eyes as not to be blinded. His plan worked, the grenade was never seen until the last moment when it exploded a mer two feet away from the creature. Blinded the creature threw its head back screaming and pawing at his eyes in a vain attempt to clear its vision. The scared man had blocked his vision before the grenade went off and now had a clear shot for the creature's neck. With precise aiming he fired five shots into the creatures neck making it explode blood and pieces of flesh. It staggered for a moment and fell onto next to the other corpse, at least what was left of it. It was now over, both monstrosities were dead.

With the threats eliminated he walked up to the now cowering woman who was cradling some type of plush toy that hung around her neck. She was on her knees whimpering talking about her babies and how they were to young. Knelling down in front of her he spoke softly, "I want to give you a job opportunity."

The plump woman tried in a vain attempt to lash out at the man in front of her. She jumped with all her power hoping to tear the skin off his face. All she received was a backhand across her face throwing her back onto the ground. In response to her action he simply put up his finger to add, "I am also offering you the chance to take revenge on the man who killed your love, Montgomery Fisk."

It was at this time that Amelia went quiet and looked up to the man with her bloodshot eyes. More than anything she wanted to find out who had killed her beloved suger-duddle. She had spent over a year trying to piece together who would do such a terrible act to him, but this man in front of her knew who did it. He knew who killed her Monty, but she still couldn't believe him, not after what he did.

With all her courage she stood up trying to show him that she wasn't afraid. Asking him, "why did you kill all my precious babies?"

"The instant I steeped into your lab I was attacked. I'm a soldier, a trained US government soldier. They attacked me so I fought back," was his reply.

Amelia just nodded, but she still was afraid. Part of her wanted to go with him and kill the animal that murdered her love. Although another part of her was certain that he would kill her too, but if that was the case why hadn't he already? With her timid voice she asked, "what guarantee do I have that you won't kill me?"

At the question the scared man handed her one of the desert eagles he had been carrying. "I gave you my gun, that should be trust enough." He then turned away and said, "I will be leaving in ten minutes to catch a flight, if you want to come then I suggest you pack some belongings and take any important files from your computers now. We have the necessary equipment that you will need for your work so don't bother bringing anything."

And with that he was gone. It only took a moment for Amy to make up her mind. If leaving meant finding who killed her love then so be it. She would also keep her eyes on the man who had just left, when she got what she wanted then she would make him pay. Her babies deserved better than that.


"So let me get this strait," said Dr. Wayne, "you've been arrested in twelve states, eight countries and three republics."

"Yep," was Ron's reply. "But I like to think of it as twelve down thirty eight to go. Although that one time in France shouldn't count against me, not if Ossey can get away with it."

The Doctor had to hold his head for a moment after hearing Ron's last statement. "Mr. Stoppable, Ossey Osborn made the mistake of urinating on the Alamo. A state treasure yes, but only know to those in the state of Texas. You on the other hand relieved yourself on the Ifall Tower, a know structure throughout the world. And if that wasn't bad enough you also disgraced a nearby French flag while in the process."

It was starting to look real bad for Ron, he had to go on the offensive and stop this. "Look Doc., I don't see why going through my arrest record is all that important. Every time a police agency picked me up they placed me under a fake name. Everywhere I go I used fake ID's that can be run through a computer system and checked out. As far as the police are concerned Ron Stoppable is a model citizen and has never once spent the night or a four day weekend in jail."

"Mr. Stoppable, I'm looking into your civilian arrest record because of the next question I will be asking." Placing his glasses on his face he continued, "I would like for you to tell me about Mission: Classic Cowboy. It says here that this was an unsanctioned mission and that you dismissed direct orders from the heads of the Agency to attempt."

Ron just nodded his head in response, "Grainger's unit was on a mission in North Korea to eliminate a weapons storage facility. They called it Mission: Bajj14, I have no idea how they came up with that name. Anyway the team was captured due to some faulty intelligence and I had volunteered our team to rescue them. The response was that it would be to risky and that our organization would be exposed."

"I'm sorry if I don't understand, but why did you volunteer to precede with the rescue mission? According to reports you and Mr. Grainger have only meet a few times during your stay here," replied the Doctor.

Ron just shrugged, "I had trained with him and preformed a mission with him before. Besides, I wasn't just going to abandon someone like that. Granted I wasn't the best, but still I wasn't going to leave him out there to die."

"I see," said the Doctor, "continue on."

"We had to move fast, every second we delayed meant that they were closer to death. We were able to secure the proper intelligence and the possible location of were they were keeping Grainger's team." Crossing his legs Ron leaned back into the chair remembering what he did. "We took a transport to the city of Soul and made or way to the location. We used everything we had been taught and were able to rescue his team before they were executed. We had Grainger's team, so the only thing left was to complete their mission."

"And I take it that was a success."

"Yes and no. We were able to destroy the weapons facility and the products being held there. But coming back to a grateful Agency was a different matter. The moment we touched U.S. soil we were striped and taken to a holding center. Once we were in D.C. they took us to the brig that the Agency has here, man were they pissed." Ron shuddered thinking about the last part, he didn't like that brig they keep them in.

Flipping through his chart the Doctor had a confused look on his face. "There seems to be no report of prison or dishonorable merit for your act."

Ron just smiled, "that my friend is dumb luck. General Appleton wanted to hang us for undermining his authority. But when word of what we did got to the President and Joint Chiefs of Staff they ordered that a overview be commissioned on what we did. When they looked through it they were astound that we were able to pull off a mission of this caliber by ourselves. Hell, in the end we got promoted."

"I take it that's when you were promoted to Elite status," asked the Doctor.

"Yeah," said Ron with a chuckle. "They thought my team would be perfect for the Elite. Harder missions, more risks and higher stakes."

"And how have you felt since you've been promoted into Elite status?"

Ron shrugged his shoulders, "there have been some ups and downs to it. I finally get respect, since I completed that mission the people here have looked to me as something else. Kim never treated me with respect. The bad part about it is that I deal with the most vile and dangerous people you could ever imagine."

It was at the end of his sentence that the Doctor took off his glasses and closed the folder, laying it on the coffee table in front of them. "Mr. Stoppable, do you know why I asked you about that mission?"

"Enlighten me."

"Because of Ms. Possible," the Doctor took a moment to let Ron relax after hearing her name. "The way you went after Grainger's team was really you trying to fix past mistakes. What happened to her and what you could have prevented still haunt you. You have strived harder than any other agent here to do good, all in an attempt to give yourself redemption."

At this point Ron jumped up from his chair trying to take in what Dr. Wayne had said. "You, you have no idea why I do what I do. Yes I hurt Kim, I should be locked up for stabbing her in the back like that. But you have no idea what I am, or what I have become."

Dr. Wayne just replied, "well Mr. Stoppable since the start of this evaluation I have noticed that you have become a different person since joining the Agency."

"Way to earn that PhD Doc."

"If you would let me finish. I was saying that you have become a different person by choice and desire." Once this was said Dr. Wayne preceded to reopen the folder in front of him to a section that held two pictures of Ron. "As you can see on the left is a picture of you when you first joined the Agency. Your hair is shaggy, your demeanor looks unkempt and the clothes are normal everyday ideas. On the right is a picture taken a few days ago. Your facial hair is neatly trimmed and the hair on your head is perfectly groomed. Now your dress of choice consists of sports jackets and polo shirts. Do you want to fill me in on your transformation."

"You want the honest truth," answered Ron, "I hated who I was back then. Back then everyone pushed me around, I even allowed my friends to push me around. I wouldn't defend my self, I would let Kim fight my battles for me. So when I came here I changed who I was. Besides growing confidence and a spine I changed what I looked like. I stopped looking like some shaggy loser and made myself into a respectable looking person. Look, I'm tired of this and want it to stop. I need to go home and you're the only one holding me back. In my religion I turned into a man at thirteen and now that my father is hurt I need go home and do what I need to. Kim, my Mother, my Father, everyone else I'll deal with. I just need for you to let me go home. "

Silence filled the room before the Doctor stood up looking Ron in his eyes. "I will tell your superiors that it is alright for you to leave, but I would like to leave you with something before you go. It's a story I was told by a professor of mine."

"1There was once a warrior who captured a great horse, the people considered him lucky. The same warrior then broke his leg riding that horse, the people considered him unlucky. There was then a great battle which all the warriors died in except the greatest one which did not go because he had a broken leg."

"What I'm trying to say Mr. Stoppable is that your Father's accident is a travesty, but it may have a silver lining to it. Go back home, mend all the broken fences that you have left behind. Find the peace that you are so desperately in search for." And with that the Doctor gathered his belongings and left Ron alone to think about his words.


PASSWORD: SNOWMAN HANK.

Keys clicked underneath gloved fingertips that typed the password opening his personal e-mail account. Nothing unusual appeared at first, just something about Kilagen wanting to play golf on Sunday, while his mother wanted to invite him and his girlfriend over for Saturday brunch. Nothing unusual until an e-mail labeled Genesis popped up, this caught his attention.

Immediately he clicked on it opening up his new orders. Only a few months ago would he have scoffed at the idea of him working for someone else. He believed that true geniuses like himself should never have to bow down to others. That was until Genesis offered him a membership into their organization, under the condition that he performed some small tasks for them. It was nothing major, steal some information, gather data on local law enforcement, and acquire special merchandise. In return he was provided with everything that members of Genesis received. Help with avoiding law enforcement, a good sum of wealth and new technology years beyond what he could have imagined.

As he read through the orders he was shocked to see the subject of the e-mail. Out of all the people in the world he would have never thought that he would have been of any importance. What they wanted of him he couldn't ask nor did he really care, as long as his special privileges didn't run up then he would continue working with a blind eye.

Gripping the handle to his cup of coffee that read #1 EVIL GENIOUS, he took a second to inhale the fresh aroma before sipping on it. With a smile on his face he leaned back and elevated his feet onto the table. Looking back at the e-mail all he could was smile and say out loud, "well dufus. It looks like I'll have to keep an eye on you and your poor daddy, or would it be government dufus now?


"Alright, how do you fell," asked the brunet Doctor that stood behind Ron. She had just finished a minor procedure and was placing the last bandage on the back of his neck.

"Like you cut me open, stuck a hunk of metal in my neck and sewed it back up." Was the sarcastic response Ron gave.

The woman simply smirked and slapped him on the back of the head, earning a grunt form Ron. "Look, it's not my fault that your friends decided to put a tracking chip at the base of your neck. I simply took it out when you arrived here and now I'm replacing it so you can leave. Speaking of which, how did the techs make it so that computer friend and that other girl didn't know you were here?"

Ron had already jumped off the table in search of his pants. He had gone through a complete physical, a 'flush' and had just had the tracking chip that Wade put in him years ago reinserted into his neck. "The original story that was given to everyone in Middleton was that I was accepted into a sort of world studies program. Pretty much they said I was traveling from country to country receiving an education. The Agency made up an entire cover story; they even went as far as to give my principle, Mr. Barkin, a complete report card of my studies every six months. As for Wade the techs copied the chip's frequency and fooled his computer into thinking I was traveling from country to country. Before all this happened he thought I was in Mexico."

Jen made some marks in Ron's medical folder and then turned around placing it on the nearby desk. "And that completes all the medical examinations for this time, knowing you though I except to see you in here once this little vacation is over."

Once said the Doctor walked over to retrieve the rest of Ron's clothes that he had taken off for his medial treatments. The Doctors name was Jennifer Reins, although a few close friends like Ron were allowed to call her Jen. She was about twenty-eight and was labeled a genius in her field of exploratory medicine. When the Agency enlisted her she was only twenty-four, but with her knowledge and determination she had become one of the top Doctors on the medical staff at the Agency.

After giving his evaluation results to the Generals, Ron was ordered to undergo certain required medical treatments before he was let go. It was now eight in the evening and if Ron was able to get everything together he could leave first thing in the morning and arrive in Middleton in time for dinner. He figured that once he got this out of the way that he could finally talk with Brandon about the hack into the tri-city main frame. It was eating him up inside not knowing if they found any construction orders for the highway or if it was a set-up.

Ron shook his head bringing himself back to reality. He still had to thank Jen for what she had done, "hey Jen, I want to thank you for the medicine you sent to Middleton. I checked in with Mom and she said that the Doctors are stumped as to how my Father's health increased so rapidly."

"I have no idea what you're talking about. We're not allowed to give out medical treatments designed and created in the Agency to the civilian population. Your Father's health must have just been luck," the last part she said giving Ron a wink. "Anyway, how is your Father doing after his health increased?"

Ron answered as he got dressed; "well after Brandon gave him the non-existence medicine and all spinal damage was repaired as were some breaks that he sustained on his pelvis. His right arm and leg are still broken; they had to put in a rod and a few screws into his leg. Not to mention that he'll be in the hospital for another month and then have to undergo two more months for physical therapy. Good news though is that the swelling in his brain has almost gone away completely. By the way, I know that stuff you sent up to Brandon was to help his spinal damage he sustained, but what the hell was it?"

Jen simply shrugged her shoulders and replied, "couldn't tell you since I didn't send anything. But if I were to venture a guess I would have to say that it was something called XY-9870, government name of course. That vile that was sent to you by some unanimous person contained hundreds of nano-techs that helped in the rebuilding process. To dumb it down to your level you injected your Father with many tiny machines that helped make him better."

"Ha, ha," was Ron's only reply. "Were did we get something like that anyway and, oh crap, won't the Doctors over in Middleton find them in his blood?"

Jen just shook her head, "we've only been able to sustain them in the human body for so long before they died, these were meant to help repair the nervous pathways in the spinal cord. When they do die they're designed to exit through the urinary track. As for how we got them, a French corporation originally designed the nano-techs so their country could destroy any electronic system. It was a perfect weapon, could be concealed as an ordinary bottle of water and pretend to spill it near any system. Anyway, the Agency decided that something like that shouldn't be in the hands of the French. So we sent a team over there were we took the only samples, destroyed all the notes on it and kidnapped the lead scientists and their families. Once we brought them here we offered them a job working for the Agency, they took it in a heartbeat seeing all the advantages of working here."

By the time Jen had finished her tale Ron had gotten dressed and was starting to head out saying his good-byes along the way. Suddenly he found himself halted by Jen's hand holding onto his forearm. Ron turned around to ask what she was doing, but was silenced by her lips pressing into his. At first he was taken back, but he relaxed and deepened the kiss. They stood there for a few moments before each of them pulled back. Ron had a confused look on his face while Jen had a smile on hers.

Ron was the first to speak, "what, what was that?"

Jen smiled saying, "I know you've been through a lot and I just wanted to express how sorry I was for you." She then placed a hand on his face tracing it down his jaw line. "I want you to be happy. You do so much that you at least deserve that."

The loud whistle from Brandon in the back interrupted any other acts. "You know his Father was like a Father to me, can I have one of those!"

Jen answered Brandon with a scowl a waved him off with flick of her wrist. Between Jen's sudden act of insult and Brandon's act of immaturity, Ron remained in center with a look of confusion still on his face. Quickly he shook it off and walked towards the exit dragging Brandon along with him.

Walking down the hallway it was apparent that Brandon was now leading the way. "Okay, you were right. I had some guys hack into the mainframe and I found out that there were some construction orders given, but nothing on the roads your Father was driving on. And before you ask, I'm not sure if I found the guy who caused this."

Right as Brandon finished his last sentence Ron stooped. Looking at Brandon he asked, "what do you mean you're not sure if you found the guy. How the hell did you even find a guy, I thought the satellite imagery was unvisible."

Brandon motioned for his friend to keep walking as they talked. He seemed agitated about something, "look I did some digging and found out two people took city construction equipment out at the same time of dad's accident. You know, signs, hardhats all that crap. I got a friend doing some computer imagery trying to determine which person it could be." Suddenly stopping Brandon looked at his brother in the eye asking; "you mind telling me what I just say in there. I heard of kissing a bo-bo, but dam by the looks of that I'd say you just got your arm blown off."

Ron just held up his hands in defense saying, "I have no idea why she just did that. She just told me I should be happy. And don't start saying stuff like, yeah I'd be real happy if she did that do me. By the way, were are we going."

Sudden realization hit Brandon that they had stopped. He started off in a sprint with Ron close on his heels. "After I found out someone took out dad I secured you some equipment. I got it all together and it's about to be loaded onto a plane bound for Middleton in ten minutes. I figured you'd want to see it first.""

The sprint ended with them ending up at one of the shipping docks. Before they enter Brandon stopped Ron, "look I know we were suppose to keep this to ourselves but I told General Lupin."

Ron just nodded his head in agreement, "don't worry about it. If it came back that someone planed this attack then I would have told him myself. What I'm worried about is what's he going to do about this?"

Brandon smiled in his reply, "nothing. He wants you to know that he's looking over all the active members' families and will not report anything about dad. He figures that if he starts getting others involved that this is going to turn into a big mess and the people responsible will get away. Look we don't much time, I'll show you what I could get for you."

Brandon directed Ron to a white Ford Mustang. "This is your car, a 2002 Ford Mustang with very special features. First, the paint job is a three-piece camouflage. If you need to change the color of the car there are spray adapters in the glove compartment that have a special chemical in them that will take a certain paint color off. It goes from white to red, and finally black, just put the adapter on one of those high pressured washers and you're good to go. Second, all the glass is video glass. You can program it to show the image of someone in there and the windows will project that image as if someone is really in there. Figure you could use it in case you need an alibi. Lastly, the car is bulletproof on a scale of six out of ten. So don't get into any huge shootout because this car will eventually go to hell if it's been shoot enough. The glass is pretty cool; the outside is bulletproof and will not break. But form the inside it can be easily shattered."

"Besides the car I got you some presents in the trunk. Theirs a bag with a lab top, a PDA/cell phone and a tracking kit. Like you asked the lap top is specially made by John and your password is Kyuubi no Tai, don't ask me what that means. Finally I saved the best for last, It's a compound that will wipe clean any short-term memory. It was one of those things made in the medical center, but this treatment will erase the last hour of memory any person has."

Ron nodded memorizing the new equipment. "What about transporting this stuff, won't the missing equipment show up on a report or something?"

"No, you got General Lupin to thank for that. He simple wrote it off on another mission." It was then that someone came running up to Brandon holding a folder in his hand. Ron recognized him as one of the techs they were good friends with, Jack was his name. Brandon opened the folder and cursed out loud, "crap."

Brandon then gave the folder to Ron for him to look at. "We ran the times that the construction equipment was taken out. That's the guy who both took it out and brought it back within an hour."

Ron opened the folder looking at the man responsible for his Father's accident. His name was Jason White, no family, a single white male of 31 years living in an apartment. "Your tech guys must have made a mistake this doesn't look like a guy that would come after me."

Brandon simply shook his head; "I didn't want it to be this guy. You think he's nothing, look at his profession."

Ron glanced down the lines of information stopping at the one job profession. He looked at it and instantly his eyes grew to times there size and look of confusion filled his face.

"HE'S A COP!"


Thank you to everyone who read this very long chapter. I would like to apologize for the long time without an update. Between school and my two jobs over spring break I couldn't muster up the strength to write. Hopefully this chapter will tide you over until the next.

Now for the good stuff, yes Kim will be in the next chapter. Hell I'm bringing every character into the chapter. Parents and kids alike, man am I going to have fun with this. The next chapter will cover everyone seeing Ron again and some major emotion. After that is when all hell breaks lose in Middleton. Ron will discover who tried to kill his father and the other people that were involved with it. Think of the upcoming chapters as something out of the show 24.

One last thing before I go. The four names highlighted, Classic Cowboy, Godhand's Number, Bajj14 and Kyuubi no Tai all helped me out by answering the question about Felix. So as I promised I put them into the story, and dam if it wasn't hard coming up with reasons to say those names.

Nothing more to say, good reading and reviewing.
-Forgotten466-