Chapter 3
Prime Suspect, Dr. Drakken
Ron arrived home a few minutes after school had let out, only to find Wade sitting on the sofa,
"What up, Wade?" Ron asked,
"Heard about what happened at school today, Ron. Really, you need to reign in your temper, and vent it out on someone that deserves it." Wade replied, smiling,
"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron asked, looking at his other best friend,
"It means, I found out what that piece of metal was." Wade said, still smiling,
"What is it?" Ron asked,
"The remains of a bullet," Wade said, "and not just any bullet, it came from a high powered rifle."
"Like, what kind of rifle?" Ron asked,
"A Springfield model 1903 sniper's special." Wade said,
"You gotta be joking me, Wade, those are military weapons, and even then, they're outdated, you'd be lucky to find one in a museum." Ron said,
"I know, but I got a break in the case, the museum at the National Guard Armory was broken into about four nights ago." Wade said,
"And they didn't call us? Why not?" Ron asked,
"They didn't think you were needed." Wade replied,
"Let me guess what the thief made off with, an '03 Springfield?" Ron said,
"You're good, Ron, you can be taught, but you're missing something." Wade said,
smiling wider,
"He made off with the ammo too, didn't he?" Ron asked,
"Yep," Wade replied, "about five hundred rounds worth."
"Oh, you're a mountain of good news, aren't you." Ron said, the sarcasm dripping from his voice,
"I try my best." Wade replied,
"Okay, Wade, I'm going to talk to the base commander, see what I can come up with, I need you on standby, just in case I come up with something." Ron said, heading upstairs to change into his mission clothes,
"On it." Wade said, heading for the door, as he walked to the door, he disappeared,
"Holo-Wade, I should've known." Ron said, turning around, and running up the stairs.
Later, at the Middleton National Guard Armory:
Ron was at the museum, looking at a busted glass case, there was a description of a rifle that had been in there, but the weapon was nowhere to be seen,
"Are all of these weapons working models, Colonel Jefferson, or are they museum pieces?" Ron asked, looking at the base commander,
"Everything here is a full working model, from the LAW anti-tank rockets, down to the .45 ACP pistol sitting in the case behind you, I don't know why he took that weapon, and left the M-60 behind though, the '03 Springfield's have been outdated since Korea." Col. Jefferson said, looking at Ron,
"I got a hunch, I'm sure you heard that Kim was shot last night." Ron said,
"Yeah, do you think the person who made off with the Springfield is the one that went bang on Kim Possible, why?" Col. Jefferson asked,
"Don't know, yet," Ron said, reaching into the pocket of his cargo pants, and pulling out the Kimmunicator, "Wade, tech scan the place, let me know what you find." Ron said, now holding the device at arm's length, and allowing Wade to make a full scan of the room,
"I got something near your right foot, Ron, it looks like hair, human hair." Wade replied, Ron bent down, and picked up the long black hair, he then placed it onto the sensor pad on the Kimmunicator, and waited for Wade to analyze it,
"Got it," Wade said, his face falling into a frown, "it's Drakken, Ron."
"Oh, thanks, Wade, just what I didn't want to hear." Ron replied, his face falling into a frown.
Later that evening, at the lair of Dr. Drakken:
Drakken had been waiting for his partner in crime, Shego, to return, when a loud boom caught his ears,
'What was that?' he thought to himself, his question was answered for him, when a fist came out of nowhere, landing squarely on his jaw, when he looked up, he was face-to-face with Ron Stoppable, Kim Possible's dopey sidekick,
"What are you doing here, Stoppable, and where is Kim Possible?" Drakken asked,
"You know damned good and well where Kim is." Ron said, landing another punch into Drakken's stomach, knocking the wind out of the mad scientist,
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Drakken said, trying to run from Ron, but everywhere he went, he would find Ron blocking his way,
"If you didn't do it yourself, you hired it done." Ron said, he was beyond furious, and past pissed off,
"What are you babbling about?" Drakken asked, nearly avoiding another lethal punch from the enraged teenager,
"You put out a contract to go bang on Kim." Ron said, his anger overriding his sense of life,
"No I didn't." Drakken said, completely indignified that Ron would accuse him,
"Sheah, right." Ron said, landing another right hook to Drakken's jaw, knocking the blue-skinned evil scientist on his back,
"I swear on the Torah, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Drakken said, making Ron stop dead in his tracks,
"What do you mean, 'you swear on the Torah?'" Ron asked,
"Have you forgotten, I'm Jewish too." Drakken said, Ron finally let it sink in, Drakken's real name, Lipsky,
"Boy, you really want to go straight to hell, don't you?" Ron said, pulling back his fist, and preparing for another strike, but before he could swing, his arm was caught by a gloved hand, that wouldn't have bothered Ron, except that this glove was green in color,
"Shego, I should've known, wherever Drakken is, you're somewhere close." Ron said, now knocking Shego on her back with a well placed roundhouse kick,
"Ease up, Stoppable, and believe him, he spent the whole week in his lab." Shego said,
"Then, if you knew I was coming, why didn't you find a way to tell me until now?" Ron asked,
"We didn't know where you were." Drakken said truthfully,
"Everyone knows about Kimmie, few people know about you." Shego said,
"And you heard what happened on the news, I suppose." Ron said,
"I saw your press conference, yeah," Shego said, "Drakken was in his lab, just like I said, and if you think I'm lying, think again, if I knew that Drakken would do something like that, I would've quit, I may be evil, but I don't condone murder."
"And you expect me to believe that?" Ron said,
"To be honest, no," Shego said, "but you don't need to believe me, do you think we'd say we didn't do it if we did?"
"You know, in a weird way, that makes sense." Ron said, looking at Shego,
"Why don't you cool your jets and talk to us," Drakken said, "maybe we can help."
"Why would you want to help me?" Ron asked, looking at Drakken,
"Because I'm being played for a chump, and I'm not down with that." Drakken said,
"Alright, what have I got to lose." Ron said,
"More than you think." Shego replied.
Chapter 3 is done, it looks like Drakken and Shego are going to help Ron, Drakken doesn't want this hanging over his head, and truth be told, who would want to deal with Ron at this moment, not me, that's for sure.
Just wait, the head busting is far from over, and Ron is all about busting heads right now, so stay tuned, and enjoy the fireworks.
See y'all later,
Doug