Jez: R1) Knew I had forgot something. Will edit that.

R2) Don't worry, he's got amnesia, with spot recall. He sometimes knows details he shouldn't, but otherwise he doesn't talk much. He more or less has no personality, and he's not interested in anything except his bike, and keeping it running. Don't worry, this is still Kim/Ron. I know I promised one without OC's, and it will come since I'm expanding this thing to four stories, instead of three.

R3) I know, and I'm going to complain about it. Thanks for reviewing.


"Europa!" Drakken shouted, startling Shego, even four halls away, and through some fourty feet of stone wall. Sighing, she slipped out of bed, and slipping on her boots. Since Kim had a tendency to sneak in over night, she'd taken to sleeping with her clothes on over night. It was a short trip to the lab, even having to listen to Drakken singing the entire way, as she stepped out of her room, and down the hall. There were no doors except to quarters. Well, there were, but Drakken was too cheap to pay for the electricity to open and shut them continually.

"Don't you mean Eureka?" Shego asked. Drakken gave a confused look, and shrugged.

"Whatever. I finished it." He waved at the computer, where lines of code were displayed in a sequence, that seemed to be changing as she watched.

"Why is it doing that?" Shego asked curiously. Drakken smiled.

"What you're seeing is the firewall in operation. The lines of code are shifting, because it's learning the system, and adjusting for weaknesses, or holes in the security. Namely one's Possible's hacker friend could sneak through." Drakken smiled. "Now, we can begin to plan for our final heist."

"What final heist?" Shego asked.

"Jack Hench is developing new plasma based weapons, that he intends to sell to the highest bidder. I intend to steal them from under his nose, and copy the design to take over the world." Drakken dramatically thrust his hand in the air, but was surprised, when Shego didn't respond with her usual sarcasm. Or her stupid plan alarm.

"That's a wonderful idea." She told him, and wandered away. Drakken stared at her, and swallowed.

"That's not right." He turned to nearby henchman. "Send for Doctor Bortel. Be nice, I don't need the police on my tail at this stage in my plan. Or Kim Possible." The henchman saluted, rubbed his forehead, and headed out the door. Drakken sighed. It was going to be a long day.


The military flight landed, the chopper setting down smoothly on the deck of aircraft carrier. Wade had been unable to get them a closer flight, and they'd have to drive from there. Crossing the gangway, and moving into the parking lot, neither spoke, watching the military moving around them. Ron slipped into the driver's seat of the military Humvee Wade had procured, and started the engine. Kim slipped into the passenger's seat, bag over her shoulder dropping onto the floor as she buckled her seat belt.

"I hope we aren't here too long, I don't want to miss too many practices, or classes." Kim grunted.

"Didn't Wade tell you?" Ron asked. Kim glared at him.

"Tell me what?" She growled softly. He wondered how she managed to speak and growl at the same time.

"That we're taking supplemental courses at the high school until we resolve the case?" Ron replied, glad for the size of the vehicle.

"No. He didn't." Kim replied. Ron winced. "Good, what about practice?" Ron pulled over, and unbuckled his seat belt.

"Bonnie's handling it." Kim's eyes flashed, and she growled, then seemed to calm down.

"As long as she doesn't mess it up." Kim snapped. Ron sighed quietly, and rebuckled his belt, and returned to the road.

"The team at this school has offered to let you practice with them. They've heard a lot about you, and want to see some of your moves in person. Seems they haven't made state, since nineteen-twelve or so." Ron grinned.

"Great, just what I need, to practice with inferior sqaudmembers." Kim snorted with disdain. Ron swallowed. He made a mental note to talk to Wade about her sudden personality change. Something was definitely not kosher. At the instant he thought it, his stomach rumbled. Otherwise the rest of the drive was spent in silence.

Veronica settled low in her seat. This was the sting operation, to bring down the scam artist, and it was a very carefully laid out plan. Keith had every exit from the parking garage covered, the legal exits by police, and with a bit of wheedling, Veronica had convinced Eli "Weevil" Navarro, an associate, and leader of the local biker gang, to have his boys cover the not so legal exits. Namely, the access tunnels under the garage. Keith was settled into an unmarked white suburban near the drop off, and Adam was dropping off the kid who had agreed to help catch the artist. Veronica smiled, watching the monitor beside her, the heat/motion detectors she and her father had planted around the level keeping track of every bit of movement. She could see the police hiding in the lot around them, and she only hoped the scammer didn't see them. Of course they had a contingency plan. But she really didn't want to use it. Her watch beeped once. At the same time, a large dot lit up, as Adam cruised in on a bike, and dropped the kid off, one Jeremy Scott. He pulled away a moment later.

What happened next, was unexpected. The screen lit up with two new blips, that no one had seen coming. The first appeared from a brown sedan sitting in the shadows. It was empty when the officer's checked it, so they'd paid no attention to it. Veronica didn't have time to wonder how anyone had gotten into it with the detectors seeing them. The second blip was the suspect. He started towards the parking lot. Appearently, one of the cops saw, or thought he saw, a knife in the hand of the man from the sedan. He rose, gun drawn, to point at that one, while the others rose and moved for the suspect. Seeing that the scammer turned and ran, heading up the ramp.

:Adam'll get him.: Was Veronica's thought, as he disappeared, and she switched Monitor channels. Three blips caught her instant attention. The scammer running towards the next ramp, Adam's bike heading for some parked cars, and the blip that had to be Adam, sitting in the middle of the lot. She changed channels again, this time to the next highest level. He was running not for the ramp to the roof, but for a fence rail. A dangerous stunt, but if it worked, he'd be scot free.

Almost. Veronica grabbed for her radio, set not to the police frequency as the rest of the radioes were, but to the same one Weevil was using.

"Weevil, he's trying to jump to the Bridgman garage, level 5." She snapped.

"Alright, I'm going. You don't need to yell girl." Came the reply. She couldn't tell if he was laughing at her, but she realized she was a bit excited. The suspect vanished off her monitor, as the police appeared. She clicked back to Adam, to see him limping towards the fallen bike. She sighed. "One scam artist scum, delivered with a bow." Came Weevil's voice over the radio.

"Thank you, I'll have Leo pick him up from you." She replied.

"Your welcome. And you owe me one." Weevil replied.

"Isn't that two?" She asked.

"Nah, you got my five grand back. Just one." The radio clicked off. She changed channels, and informed Leo where to pick up the scammer. Veronica stepped out of the car, to find her father, and the new Sheriff, a sniveling incompetant named Lamb, who her father had trained, and then been replaced by, speaking quietly.

"Well, that's just great, he got away." Lamb snapped.

"I couldn't have predicted that perv coming out of the shadows." Keith defended.

"He didn't get away." Veronica spoke. Neither seemed to register her voice.

"Stay out of this." The two ordered, and started to argue again. Then both stopped, as she registered.

"What do you mean, he didn't get away?" Keith asked.

"I mean, he didn't get away. I had some... friends, covering the Bridgman garage, and they slowed him down until Officer Leo could arrest him." She replied, slipping around defining which friends she was talking about. A sqeaking noise distracted them from further conversation, as Adam approached, holding his nose, and wheeling his bike. Veronica was hard pressed to decide whether he or the bike were making the noise.

"I don't think it's broken." Was all he said.

"I'm glad your nose is alright." Veronica smiled. He stared at her for a moment.

"No, I meant the bike, I think he broke my nose in two places." Came the response.


Holo-Wade sat at the table. Cyrus Bortel smiled, leaning back in his chair. They were playing holo-chess, simple enough for them both to play, as they both spoke.

"So you're saying, that her temperment is changing?" He asked, thick accent providing a slight challenge to Wade to understand him.

"Yes, she's very irritable, more so than usual, and it's slowly getting worse. Is it possible it's a side effect of the Moodulators?" Wade asked.

"It is possible, but I never had the opportunity to test the theory, since the were the only two I had. Plus the fact that it's too dangerous to test the theory, and it would be too late to help Miss Possible now." He waved his hand. "Check."

"Checkmate." Wade replied. Turning the scientists own trick around on him. The door opened, and one of Drakken's henchman appeared.

"Dr. Drakken wants to talk to you." He grunted.

"Regarding?" Bortel asked.

"Didn't say, you coming quietly?" The henchman asked.

"Why not." Bortel rose. "Sorry to cut this short." Wade opened his mouth to say something, but stopped.

"Of course." The hologram vanished.