Jez: I know it's a touch short, but I got a bit lost. This chapter brings the entire story around to it's final plot line.


"I don't think this is such a good plan Shego." Drakken complained. He was hanging by his ankles from the ceiling. The security camera had already seen him, so it was only a matter of time before Kim Possible showed up. What they didn't know, was that the Kane Industries warehouse was also being watched by one Veronica Mars, and the Neptune Police department. Much as she detested working with them, she knew it was their jurisdiction. She sat across the street from the building, around the back side, watching through binoculars. The SWAT team was going to hit it from the front. Neither she nor the cops could see Team Possible sneaking across the roof. At the same time the swat team broke through the front door Team Possible came in through the skylight. Gunfire pinged off the walls, as the henchman and SWAT officers exchanged fire, the former behind magnetic shields, and the latter in full armor and carrying riot shields. Neither was in the mood to take chances, as they hid behind the shields. Kim ignored them, and lunged for Shego, who simply danced away, and fired a blast, setting Drakken free.

"Sure it is. It got her here. If you'd be so kind as to deal with the Buffoon, I'll handle Possible." Shego danced away from Kim again, and lead her off into the maze of crates. Drakken charged Ron, who twisted sideways, and caught an arm. The motion didn't go as planned, and each was pitched in a different direction. Drakken hit a steel crate, and Ron crashed against a barrel.

Shego twisted away from each of Kim's attacks, making her angrier with each move, and causing her to miss more often, then she hit. Shego dodged left, and Kim missed left. The swing knocked Shego back across an aisleway, and through the middle of the bottom of a stack of crates. It collapsed, dropping across Kim, and sending other stacks tumbling. A few minutes later there was a grunt, as Shego, Kim and Drakken tore free of the stacks. The two villians scrambled for the back door, while Kim headed for Ron.

"You little fool, if you don't survive, I'm going to kill you!" Kim snarled, bashing through crates to find Ron. After a moment she found him, stuck in a barrel but otherwise unharmed. "Help them, I'm after Drakken." She waved at the SWAT team, and the henchmen, and then tore across the crates, and through the back door. When she arrived, they were gone.


Veronica meanwhile, was following the van which they'd climbed into to get away. She had stuck a transmitter under the rear wheel hub, so she didn't need to stay with it. As it travelled down the highway, heading north, the tracer suddenly died. At first she thought it was a tunnel, but when she laid a map over it, and then drove through, she saw there wasn't one anywhere nearby. :Very suspiscious.: She noted mentally.


"My fault?" Kim nearly screamed at the Sheriff. "You idiots broke into the warehouse without checking with me."

"Why should we check with some civilian kids?" Lamb snapped back.

"We are official Global Justice agents. And according to our contract, we have jurisdiction." Kim snarled in responce, flashing a badge, and copy of the contract. "I know for a fact you were notified, I received a delivery confirmation earlier today."

"Must have been a deputy, I never got any such thing." Lamb lied. Badly.

"Really?" Kim asked, and pulled the Kimmunicator. A holoscreen appeared in the air, and it played video and audio of the Sheriff personally recieving the envelope. He swallowed noisily. "I thought so. Guess you never read it."

"Don't care, I'm not giving up this investigation." He snapped.

"Because you did such a good job with the last Kane investigation?" Veronica asked, approaching from her car.

"I'm not in the mood Mars." Lamb growled. She laughed.

"Good, because I'm not looking for you anyway." She turned to Kim. "So, you've dealt with these cretins before?" Kim nodded. "Great, I think I've got a lead for you."

"Then lead on." Kim replied, happy to get away from Lamb. She took a step, and stopped. "GJ officials will contact you personally in the morning Sheriff. Don't expect to remain on the case." She turned away, following Veronica. Ron smiled to himself as he did the same.

"What have you got?" Kim asked.

"Information, and two questions Miss Possible. Oh, and call me Veronica." Veronica replied. "Answer the first question, and you get the information, and the second question. How did you know where they were going to be? I only knew, because I was with one of the officers when they got the call from security, it was never over the open air bands."

"Our tech support specialist was monitoring the camera's on all KI warehouses." Kim replied, cutting the chatter.

"Alright, I tracered the van to the 15 mile marker north of the city on the PCH. And the second question, is why are you here? Is it just for them, or is there another reason?" Veronica asked.

"Just them. If you mean the reward, you can have it." Kim replied. "Our job is to stop Drakken and Shego from whatever they're doing."

"Alright." Veronica nodded. "Need me to show you where the signal died?"

"Might as well." Kim replied. "Let's take ours." She turned around, and found herself face to face with Weevil. "This a friend of yours?" She asked, obviously speaking to Veronica.

"Yeah, this is Weevil." She answered. "What do you need?"

"Nothing in particular, just wanted to meet your friend here." Weevil, tall with a clean shaven head, smiled and held out his hand to Kim. "Eli "Weevil" Navarro Esquire, at your service. Anything I can do for you?" Kim grabbed his hand.

"Yeah, move." She gave it a twist and pulled him aside. Veronica opened her mouth, but Ron shook his head.

"Hey, I was just trying to be friendly." Weevil winced from the ground. He trotted after them to catch up. He spoke to Ron this time. "Is she always this cranky?" He asked. Ron grinned, and shook his head.

"No, usually she's nicer, but there's some stuff that'd take a long time to explain going on." Ron replied. "Ron Stoppable." He held out his hand.

"Weevil. Use my last or first name, and you won't live to do it again. Got me?" He grinned. Ron nodded.

"Loud and clear." They had reached the Humvee. Kim turned to glare at Weevil. "Relax Kim, he's alright."

"I've got to get going anyway, nice to meet you." He turned and headed back across the road for the motorcycle he'd left parked across the road. Kim grunted, and climbed into the driver's seat. Veronica slipped into the passenger's seat, and Ron climbed in back.

"He's really a nice person, once you get past his exterior." Veronica defended her friend.

"I don't really care. Tell me though, why have you been watching us so intently?" Kim asked.

"Keeping an eye on the competition. It's only good business." Veronica smiled. "My father is working the case from the other end, to intercept possible buyers, so I decided to work from the Kane end. I've read stories about you two, and that between you, you're unstoppable. I wanted to make sure you didn't get ahead of me. Guess I failed there. I do have something you might not."

"What?" Kim asked.

"Have you heard of Jack Hench?" Veronica asked. Kim nodded. "Rumor has it, he's going to try and buy the firewall Drakken stole. Though who he's going to sell it to, I can't say."

"Could be anyone. Hench is a prime supplier of equipment. He deals mostly to big ticket crime, but he's also got a lower budget line, for cash strapped super villians, and your dime a dozen criminals." Kim replied. "Rumor is he's connected to the mob, and the yakuza."

"That would fit, but one thing doesn't. Who is I?" She asked. "I found the name while I was searching for something else, namely a scammer who seemed to be funneling money."

"Never heard of them." Kim replied. "Ron, I'm driving, would you?"

"Sure. Wade, you there?" The technowizard appeared on the Ronunicator.

"It's almost midnight, can't it wait until morning?" He asked.

"No, we need to know of an organization called I. See if you can come up with anything." Kim snapped.

"Alright," He yawned. "on it." There was a blip. Kim pulled over at Veronica's instruction as they reached the site of the last location of the tracer.

"I can't discern any tire tracks on the pavement, did you check the road side?" Kim asked. Veronica gave her a flat look.

"Of course I did. I'm not two." She answered. "There's nothing, and no debris from the destruction of the tracer."

"KP, could they have loaded the van into the hovercraft?" Ron asked. Kim nodded.

"It's possible. I don't know that it would have nulled the tracer, and Shego would probably have just abandoned the van if she thought she was being tracked. You didn't get spotted, did you?" She asked Veronica, who didn't bother to divert her stare.

"I was over five miles behind, because the road is so open. Any closer and I'd have been spotted. Or I'd have seen what happened." She finished, biting off the last word. Kim snorted. The Kimmunicator beeped.

"Go Wade." Kim grunted.

"Intergang." Wade smiled. "That's who the I is. They're working as front men for the Triads and the Russian's. They're trying to out bid The Yakuza and the Mob for a set of plasma weapons Hench is working on."

"So where does Drakken fit in?" Kim asked.

"Simple, he wants to steal the weapons out from under the others, but he can't do that, if they can get inside his computer system. They monitor people like him, because while he's not a continual threat, even the worlds biggest loser gets struck by lightning in a sub once in a while." Wade answered. Kim stared at him. "It's just a really... never mind."

"Alright, we managed to track Drakken to this location, but the tracer on his van disappeared here, and we can't find hide nor hair of him or Shego. Any brilliant ideas?" Kim asked.

"Just one." Wade tapped a few keys, and a beam of light flashed from the Kimmunicator, illuminating everything blue for a moment, except six red trails of energy. Four vertical, and two horizontal. "It's a massive hovercraft, and that's the plasma residue from the engines. Hang on, I should be able to track it from the heat." He tapped a few keys. "Damn. Something took out the near satellittes with infrared imaging. Nothing seems to have seen it. Sorry Kim."

"That just figures." She snarled, shutting the Kimmunicator off.


Intergang headquarters, Northern Quebec, Canada.

"You can't hold us forever!" Drakken bellowed through the bars. "Right Shego?"

"If you say so." Shego shrugged, flipping through a Better Home and Villany magazine. Drakken muttered to himself, and screamed again.

"We can't keep us here!" He could hear a door at the far end unlock as he spoke, and a voice echoed back to him.

"Nor we would want to. You will simply be held here until we complete our transaction with Jack Hench. Then you will be set free. Or killed. Which is solely dependent on your behavior." The man, one Micheal A. Coren, a six foot blond man with a face that might have been chiseled from granite, and muscled physique, that was well developed after years as an Intergang Bonebreaker. "Now, be quiet. Your meal will be delivered shortly. Miss Shego, my boss would like me to invite you to join him for dinner. Would you?"

"Yes. I think I would like to." She answered, rising. Drakken's jaw hung open.

"You can't leave me like this." He complained.

"Don't worry, I'll see what I can do." She replied, and allowed Coren to lead the way out of the cells.