Disclaimer:Disney own's Kim Possible. UPN owns Veronica Mars. I own the sole OC.
"Wait one minute, Kane Industries" Shego laughed. The dark-haired woman was standing in the middle of the latest of her bosses lairs, filing the nails of her black and green suit, as she listened to the latest abysmally stupid plans. "Dr. D, you've finally lost it. There is absolutely zero value in anything there. It's all kept on computers, kept off-site."
"Right, normally, but old man Kane won't let this new program out of his greasy mitts." Drakken, a rather greasy person himself, not counting the dark hair, and blue skin, answered, smiling. "He keeps it on a CD, in a case chained to his wrist. It's going to be the next big thing." Drakken laughed. "Anyone else would have to add kidnapping to get the disc."
"But with my powers..." Shego left it hanging. Drakken nodded. "Then let's engage in a little corporate espionage."
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The air was chill, though it was to be expected, since they were hanging upside down, two thousand feet above sea level, some where very close to the top of the world. Kim was glaring at Ron, who simply shrugged. The red headed heroine looked up past the ropes wrapped around her body, to stare at the steel helmeted villian who had suspened them from the cliff. He was still holding the harmonic wave generator he'd stolen, and was smiling.
"Since I know for a fact Miss Possible, that you will get out of this, I'll not bother to wait around. Another day." Dementor bowed, turned, and left.
"That's a change." Ron chuckled. Kim growled, at her blond partner, who was in the same condition as she was.
"This is so your fault." She grunted.
"What's the matter with you" Ron asked, wrapping his legs around the rope.
"I almost had him, and you decide to drop in just then? Ron, what is wrong with you" Kim hissed, struggling against the ropes. They weren't loosening, and all the blood was rushing into her head, making her angrier. Ron sighed, as he dislocated his shoulder.
"Nothing is wrong KP, you know I always do this, I thought you planned around it." Ron shook his head, as the ropes fell away, leaving only a loop at the end.
"You'd gotten so much better, I stopped that." Kim replied. The struggles finally worked, as the ropes slipped away. Unlike Ron, She didn't have a hold of the rope with her feet, and started to fall. Ron let go of his, and dropped down to the loop, catching her hand with his good arm as she started to fall. Unfortunately, the impact dislocated the other shoulder. "Ron" Kim yelled, just as he caught her arm.
"KP, I think we're going to need some help." Ron grimaced, fighting the pain to stay conscious. "I'm not sure how long I can hold, and I can't climb up."
"On it Ron." Kim replied, activating the distress beacon she always carried, sewn into her shirt. Wade would send every resource available, since she only rarely used it.
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'I've discovered, that as things occur, one after another, somethings don't happen, exactly as you think they should.' Leaning back against the seat of her car, Veronica smiled, camera zooming in on the latest scumbag she was staking out. This one was scamming gradeschoolers out of massive amounts of cash, most of which they were stealing from their parents. With the abysmal, yet expected failure of the police to actually catch the man, most of the parents had banded together to hire her father, Keith. Unfortunately, he was out of town, dealing with a high priced bounty. Veronica had casually offered the services of his silent partner, not mentioning that she was that partner. They had accepted, as long as he was caught. Now all she had to do, was make sure the FBI, who she was sure would want to look into this, and who she would call since the local police hated her, would be able to find enough evidence on their own. With everything she was finding, they'd better. 'And others, come together exactly the way you want them to.' The camera shutter clicked. Photos of the two men meeting, the one she was after, and the other, on the FBI's most wanted list, if farther down than the bigger name criminals, were something she knew would be the perfect catchline for her. Smiling, she packed her camera away as the two entered the building, and closed the door. There was a hum as her car pulled away slowly, tires crunching quietly on the pavement.
