1143 Howe Rd.
Upperton, Colorado – June 3 22:55
It was almost eleven when Kim arrived at her location. She quickly exited the minivan before turning to thank the driver.
"Thanks for the lift Mr. Marks."
"It's the least I could do after you helped my daughter make the cheer squad." The man happily responded.
"No big, she has alot of talent." Kim replied before the car pulled away from the curb and disappeared around the corner.
She approached the small ranch-style house and double-checked the address on the wall.
'1143, this is the place.' She thought to herself as she pressed the doorbell. She heard footsteps approaching on the other side before the door opened to reveal a man in his mid-thirties dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt.
"Can I help you?" The man had a slight hint of hostility in his voice.
"Are you Officer Kellerman?" Kimasked in a soft and innocent tone.
"Yes."
"My name's Kim Possible, I was hoping I could talk to you for a few moments." Kellerman's face flashed a hint of panic before he smiled and nodded.
"Of course, come on in." Kellerman moved aside and gestured for her to enter, which she quickly did. He then led her into the dining room and offered her a seat, taking a seat across the table from her. "I heard about what happened to your father today, I'm very sorry. If it's any comfort, I do have an idea of what you're going through."
"Yes I know, that's actually why I'm here. A friend of mine told me of your experience with the Iowa Division of Criminal Investigation and I was hoping to get some insight from you as far as what to expect and what I can do to help."
Kellerman shot her a slightly confused look.
"I don't understand, isn't the FBI handling the investigation?" Kim's eyes flashed with anger.
"Yes, but I'm beginning to doubt their good intentions." Kellerman nodded in understanding. "They want us to just sit around and wait for the kidnappers to call. They aren't doing anything to try to track them down." Kim thought she saw a smirk flash across the man's face, but it was gone too quickly for her to be sure.
"I can understand your concern about the way things are being handled but you should know that in my time with the Iowa DCI, I worked over a dozen kidnapping cases, most of them with if not under FBI assistance. Believe me those guys may act like they got a broom handle up there asses at times, but they're the best there is. I can also assure you that they will do their best to capture the men responsible for this, they're just waiting for your father's safe return before taking any action."
Kim leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath.
"Thank you, it's very reassuring to hear that from someone with your experience. By the way, are you assisting with the investigation?" Kim asked innocently.
"No, unfortunately I'm about to leave for a vacation."
This time it was Kim's turn to smirk.
'Gotcha you son of a bitch.' She thought to herself.
Kellerman stood suddenly and pointed towards the other room.
"I'm gonna get a cup of coffee. You want anything?"
"No thanks, I'm good."
"Alright, be back in a second." Kellerman turned and exited the room.
Kim stood slowly and took a look around. It was a pretty standard dining room, not much different in its layout than her's in fact, but there was one item of furniture that drew her attention. In one of the corners, near the entryway to the living room, was a decorated oak cabinet about six feet tall and four feet wide. It had two large glass doors that opened outward and were engraved with various types of wildlife.
Inside the cabinet there were about a dozen different types of guns. There were six handguns hanging off of hooks on one side, and an equal number of larger ones, both rifles and shotguns, leaning in order on the other side.
Kim approached the cabinet and was reaching to open the doors when Kellerman returned.
"Are you a gun enthusiast Miss Possible?" Kim jumped and spun around to find the man standing behind her casually sipping his coffee.
"Oh no, I mean yes, I mean…well it's not that I don't like guns. It's just that I've never really dealt with them before." Kim tried her best not to sound or look worried.
"No problem," Officer Kellerman gestured towards the cabinet. "Feel free to take a look. And don't worry, they're all unloaded." Kim turned and opened the cabinet.
She didn't really dislike guns; in fact there was something about the way they worked that had always fascinated her, not that she would ever think of carrying one on a mission though. She leaned down and picked up one of the larger guns, marveling at its weight and beautiful wood construction.
"That's an M1 Garand," Kellerman announced to her. "My father carried that very same gun onto the beaches of Normandy, France during D-Day. It was the standard issue rifle of the US Army until 1957."
Kim returned the rifle to its place and looked over the rest of the collection. She focused on a smaller black rifle that looked ominously out of place with the other wooden guns. Kim knew very little about guns, but this one was hard not to recognize. She had seen it countless times before on the news, carried in the hands of American soldiers overseas.
"Is that an M-16?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of the menacing-looking rifle.
"No that's an AR-15; the civilian model. That's the gun I was carrying when I hit your mother in the face."
Kim's chest tightened.
'What did he just say' She turned around just in time to find herself staring down the barrel of a small chrome handgun. Kellerman stared at her coldly from behind the weapon.
"Do you think I'm a fucking idiot Possible?" He took a step towards her forcing her against the opened cabinet. "You really thought I had no idea why you were here?" Kim stood wide-eyed, unable to move. "Well I must give credit where credit's due. After all, you obviously found more than the FBI did. Too bad about your dad though." Kim's eyes widened in shocked horror before Kellerman chuckled. "Oh don't worry, not yet. But he's a dead man as soon as we get what we need." He pulled the hammer back, which produced an evil clicking sound. "Oh well, at least he'll have you to keep him company in Hell."
Kim couldn't believe this was happening. This wasn't how it worked; the bad guy didn't just kill his captive. Kim's train of thought was suddenly disrupted as several men in black tactical clothing stormed the room. Before she could react, she found herself in the middle of a shouting match between the SWAT team and the crazed officer.
"FBI, DROP YOUR WEAPON!" One of the commando's shouted at Kellerman, only to be responded to with "FUCK YOU, DROP YOUR WEAPONS YOU ZOG MUTHERFUCKERS!" Kim stood frozen for what seemed like hours before she heard a voice directed at her shout, "POSSIBLE, HIT THE DECK!"
Perhaps due to the direct nature of the command, Kim snapped out of her shock and dropped to the floor, covering her face with her hands. Seconds later she heard a single shot, followed by several others in rapid succession. The noise was so intense she didn't even realize she was screaming until it was all over. Before she could make any movements, her arms were suddenly jerked from in front of her face and restrained with a pair of flex-cuffs by one of the masked FBI agents.
She turned her head and attempted to identify herself only to have his knee placed firmly against the back of her neck. After being cuffed, Kim was yanked upright by the SWAT commando.
As she was led out of the room Kim caught a glimpse of Officer Kellerman, or rather what used to be Officer Kellerman. The ex-cop was slumped against the wall with three crimson bullet-holes tattooed on his chest. There was also a considerable amount of the top of his head missing. Kim had heard the term 'blowing someone's head off' used before but she had never thought it was actually possible. She fought off the urge to vomit as she was led into the living room and shoved onto the couch.
"I thought I told you not to get involved in this investigation Possible." Agent Pollard said as he placed his helmet on the table and removed his facemask.
Kim wasn't listening to a word he said; instead all she heard were Kellerman's words repeating in her head.
"he's a dead man as soon as we get what we need."
"Possible, are you listening to me?" The FBI agent snapped his fingers in front of her face, bringing her back to reality. She looked up at the young agent before he continued. "I said you're under arrest for obstructing a federal investigation. You have the right to remain silent. If you choose to waive that right, anything you say will be used against you in court."
As Sean recited her Miranda Rights, Kim once again slipped into a state of shock.
'How? How could this be happening to me?'
Sean led her out of the house and down the street to a waiting car. As he opened the back door he spoke up once again.
"Oh and Possible? One more thing…" Kim turned to face the agent but was stopped as he placed her in a chokehold and covered her mouth with a small cloth. As a sharp chemical smell stung her nose, Kim heard the words "Sleep tight." Then there was nothing but blackness.
- Hey surprise! I know I said to expect one chapter per-week, but my shift today was unbelievably slow so I spent most of the morning parked under a tree in my cruiser typing this chapter. For those of you who aren't familiar with the term ZOG, don't worry, that will be explained later (I'd tell you now, but it might give away what's coming up). Hope you're all enjoying the story; I appreciate any reviews you leave (Even if they're bad...I guess).