Jez: Yeah, I know, I was kind of lost during these last few chapters, so they didn't come off as well as they could, or should have. This one should be better.
"I still can't believe they got away. And if they're working for Intergang, then we have one choice in the matter." Kim snapped to Ron.
"What is that?" He asked, afraid to find out.
"Make a deal with Intergangs enemies." She replied.
"The Justice League?" Ron asked.
"No, the Yakuza and the Mob." Kim replied.
"Wait a minute, Justice League? Intergang? Aren't they comic book characters?" Veronica asked.
"Ron wasn't being serious." Kim snorted and glared at him. He just grinned. "As for Intergang, they're wannabes, who read too much. They figured it was a good a name as any, and being a criminal organization already, it would be hard enough for someone to track them down, and sue them for copyright infringment." Veronica blinked.
"Okay." There was a moment where she stopped, and gave the impression of rebooting her mind, before continuing on. "So, how do we contact the Yakuza and the Mob?" She asked. "Without getting killed that is."
"Simple. Wade is talking to Jack Hench." Kim shrugged. Veronica sighed.
"Sounds like a rather Faustian deal." It was Adam that spoke up, since they were approaching the doors. "The only question is, who is Faust, and who is the Devil?" Veronica had the urge to slap him. Wallace got there first, though he didn't slap him where, or nearly as hard as she would have.
"So man, did you get the points?" He asked.
"What points?" Came the puzzled reply.
"From the plane, and the bridge, and the building?" Veronica asked.
"Oh, yeah, that. Yeah, the trick worked." He answered, before stopping at his locker. Veronica shook her head.
"He is so weird. I wish he'd get his memory back. It might explain why he's so weird." Ron choked off a laugh.
"No, I don't think it would."
The lunch table which all five sat at was completely silent, since there was nothing to talk about, since they hadn't heard from Wade. Veronica found herself concerned about him, having learned that he was only eleven, and despite the calm faces Kim and Ron were wearing, and the assurances they'd given her, she was still very worried. Weevil's arrival with some of his bike club, was an almost welcome respite.
"Ahem." He spoke up behind Veronica. She'd heard him coming, but hadn't said anything. "Miss Possible? I want to apologize for last night." Veronica almost choked on her soda. The only time she'd ever heard Weevil apologize was when she had him more or less by the balls, with a very incriminating tape.
"What for?" Kim asked.
"For making those rude comments to you last night." He smiled slightly, and offered his hand again. "I guess it didn't come off quite as it was intended."
"I sounded as if you were hitting on me." Kim replied. Gripping his hand, as hard as she could. He wasn't letting go, despite a look of pain Veronica saw flicker across his face.
"Then it did come off as I intended." He grabbed her wrist and pried his hand free. "Damn, girl." He rubbed at his hand. "I was only trying to be friendly."
"Then don't try so hard." Kim replied.
"Yeah. Hey V, that van you wanted found, it's in upstate New York. Friend of a friend of the family picked it up, was about to chop it, when he saw the plate, and called to find out if I had lost it. You got lucky girl." Weevil grinned. He glanced at Adam. "Same friend found the parts for your bike. You're even luckier." Adam just smiled.
Veronica was seated in stands, along with Ron, who had decided that the mascot was a jerk, and that he wanted nothing to do with him. She didn't mind, listening to him talk as she worked. Ron either ignored the fact that he had homework, or was one who simply didn't care. :No skin off my nose either way.: Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Adam down field, moving slowly through a complex Kata, as he practiced. She freely admitted, that she wasn't much of a hand to hand fighter, which was why she carried a taser, but she'd seen him fight. That particular bit made her very glad he was on her side. Kim seemed to have noticed him practicing as well, since she shifted from practicing cheer leading, straight into karate, without slowing down. Ron seemed to anticipate trouble, and came to his feet. Veronica followed him, the beep from her laptop confirming it was in lockdown mode as she closed it, standing to follow him. They arrived just before Kim, and just in time to catch the beginning of the fight.
"You're doing that wrong." Kim corrected, as Adam swept through a movement, slow and graceful. He ended the move, and came to a standing position.
"No, I am doing it right. Chances are you are doing it wrong. Or it is possible we are simply using different styles. It does not matter, I did not invite you over, so now you can leave." He turned his back to her and began to center himself. Kim wasn't about to be ignored.
"Hey, I'm talking to you." She snapped.
"And I am ignoring you." Adam replied. Kim's next move was far more aggressive than Ron had expected, but it didn't quite have the intended effect. She stretched out in a kick to the back of his head, but he dropped low on his right knee, left leg extended, hands over his shoulder. He caught the foot, and gave it a sharp yank, pulling her off balance, and over his shoulder. She hit the ground back first, and found him sitting on her leg, which was pressed against her stomach. She couldn't reach him with her other leg, and she couldn't push him off so she swung her arms to catch him in the sides, and knock him off. He seemed to see it, and moved, so she hit her own leg. She growled, as she came to her feet. "Fine. If you insist on doing battle, then let us." He discarded the smooth leather jacket he had been wearing, and took a deep breath, the loose tan shirt moving slightly as he opened his stance.
"Looks like I finally get a challenge." Kim dropped into a very aggressive stance, and charged, twisting into a flying kick. The kick connected to the side of Adam's head, but he didn't move away. He simply rubbed the side of his head, and returned the volley with a kick far over her head, that a came back, and caught her neck in the knee, and pulled her down to the ground. She kicked out again, catching him across the small of the back, and he rolled away, coming to a low guard. She attacked, again this time with a punch from over head, aiming to break a leg. He rolled away from the attack, and struck out with a kick to the chest, using both feet. She yelped, and rolled away, just missing being hit. Adam didn't stop though, and made a low to the ground lunge like a big cat, arms stretched to strike at her. She ducked sideways, and kicked out with both feet, catching him in the ribs, and sending him tumbling to land at Ron, and Veronica's feet.
"Is she always like this?" Adam asked Ron.
"No, usually she's nice. She's suffering some long term effects of an emotion control chip." Ron replied, shaking his head.
"Too bad, I like 'em a little feisty." Adam flipped to his feet, and charged. The two spun into a high kick, the two attacks canceling each other out as their legs collided. The next manuever was hard to follow, as they twisted legs, ending up on the ground, back to back, without breaking each other's legs. Kim reached around to grab Adam's head, but he lashed his back. Their heads collided with a dull thud, causing them to roll apart, and grip their heads in pain. Ron rushed to Kim's side.
"KP, are you okay?" He asked, kneeling beside her. She glared at him, and looked ready to punch him, which Adam seemed to find immensely funny. At least for a moment, before the pain in his head caused him to stop laughing. Kim glowered at him as she rose, rubbing her back, as well as her head. Adam stood slowly, gingerly feeling his ribs.
"Good fight. Only cracked two ribs." He smiled. "Watch that right leg of yours just before the kick. It twitches, and telegraphs the movement."
"Funny, you smirk just before you deliver any kick. What style is that?" Kim retorted, offering a hand.
"From Vietnam. I can't pronounce the name of it. It's a mix of hard and soft, with a bigger focus on kicks, rather than punches." He smiled. "I added a few bits of others into it, including a bit of Monkey Style. I simply discarded anything that didn't fit." He chuckled slightly. "Boxer's aren't usually impressed." Ron cast Veronica a questioning look.
"Corrupt manager, had a boxer come after us. I had to taser him to get him away from Adam." She replied with a shrug.
"Second time Angel has saved my life." Adam replied.
"Angel?" Kim asked.
"First time we met, I crashed my bike in a rain storm and she saved me from getting run over. Nice to have a guardian angel." Veronica rolled her eyes.
"He called me his guardian angel when he woke in the hospital, and he's never stopped." He grinned. At the same moment, the Kimmunicator beeped.
"Go Wade." Kim spoke, holding it up.
"I've got the Yakuza and the Mob on the line. The screen on the Kimmunicator is a bit small though." Wade professed.
"I've got a laptop." Veronica offered. She opened it, and dropped it to the desktop. "Don't poke around though."
"Of course not." Wade waved. "Plug us in Kim." She plugged the Kimmunicator into the back of the laptop, and settled the device on top of the small computer. Wade appeared on the small screen, and two men appeared on the larger, each taking up half. The left man was clearly asian, identified at the bottom of the screen as Koroya Takaroga. Ron tapped a key a on the computer, adjusting the contrast, to dull the glare from the lights on the bald man's head. The woman on the right, leaned back in her chair, a thin blue scarf wrapped around her head, covering the black and grey hair on her head. She wasn't an old woman, but it seemed to be more of a stylistic choice. Antonia Incholi, was the name that sat under her picture.
"Mr. Takaroga, Mrs. Incholi, it's nice to meet you both. I am..." The woman cut her off.
"We know who you are, what do you want?" Kim took a breath to maintain her temper.
"Your help, in taking down Intergang a notch or two." Kim answered. "Have either of you heard of Doctor Drakken, aka, Drew Lipsky?"
"That no account half-wit? The one you routinely demolish?" Takaroga nodded. "Yes, he's useful to us, to keep the wannabe's off our back." Kim fought with her anger for a moment.
"Anyway, he was attempting to move up the ranks, to a real criminal, and steal the plasma weapons Jack Hench is developing." Kim informed them.
"Those new weapons will revolutionize the business of being in business. The police won't be able to touch us. And Drakken thought he'd be able to steal them out from under us?" Incholi snorted.
"Right. However, we think Intergang has him now. And while I'll admit, he's a very pathetic villan, he is a fairly brilliant scientist. And Shego is with him. She's dangerous. Not only because of her powers, but because she can talk her way, out of a lot of jams. I suspect she's working on getting them out of wherever Intergang has them now, and gettting them in with them, or out to cause more trouble." Kim answered.
"Which means, we should work with you, just incase, doesn't it?" Takaroga asked. Kim shrugged.
"That's up to you. All I need is Intergangs headquarters. Know though, that Intergang wants to sell the weapons to the Russians, and the Triads." Kim answered.
"We will talk it over." Takaroga responded.
"That we will." Incholi echoed. And they vanished.
"I didn't expect such opulence from an underground lair." Shego confessed. She was fresh out of the shower, and her suit had been cleaned while she was inside. It turned out, that Micheal Coren was infact the leader here, and he had simply not wanted Drakken to know.
"What makes you think it is under ground?" He asked her carefully.
"The smell of the air. It's recycled, and probably hasn't been vented in a while. It's too dry, and there's too much space, and no motion, so we can't be on a submarine. Plus, there aren't any windows, and it's lit entirely by electric lights." She smiled. "Beautful furnishings however."
"Very astute observations Miss Go. Might I interest you in something to eat?" He inquired politely.
"Yes, I'd love that." She answered. Coren smiled, and lead the way.
"You are a far nicer person than your profile would lead me to believe." Coren spoke, as they walked into the dining room.
"Oh, don't worry, I'm usually far more agressive, but I'm currently suffering the effects of a powerful emotion control chip." She answered.
"How do you know that?" Coren asked.
"I was listening in to Dr. Drakken talking to the creator of the chip. I sort of have to knock heads with my arch nemesis to correct the problem. I can't seem to get that to happen, so I'm stuck for the moment." She replied, and smiled. "Of course, a sweet super villian could arrange that for me, couldn't he?" She asked, sidling closer, and putting an arm around his waist.
"I believe I could." He replied. "As a matter of fact, I think I will." He glanced sideways at her. "After dinner."
