Ron Stoppable: Eraser for the NSA p 2

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Ron's Debriefing and a Lead

The next morning, in the L.A. NSA Field Office, Ron is heading for a room for his debriefing. He gets to the room and does the standard Security procedures. He puts his eye to the scanner and submits his voice for identification. The computer recognizes him and allows him entry.

He then goes inside and has a seat. Five minutes later, the Special Agent in Charge comes in and Ron stands at attention. His nine years in the Army Rangers had done him good. No longer was he lanky. He was gaunt, strong and well-defined. He still has his freckles, but he changed his hair color to red, to remind him of someone special back home. Someone he was both eager to see again and apprehensive about seeing again after so many years.

Special Agent in Charge John Mentnor looks over at Ron and shakes his head. He then says, "Eraser, on the official note, just because the others, the media and I call you Eraser doesn't mean you have to erase everything and everyone you come across. You realize that Abu Ahmad's right hand man, Aziz Muhammed, died last night in that blast, don't you?"

Ron shrugs and replies, "Not like I give a flying naked mole rat's butt about some lunatic terrorist's best buddy. They don't respect human life. So why should I respect theirs?"

Mentnor sighs in resignation and goes on, "Unofficially, and this is from the upstairs, good job, Eraser. That's from me as well." His face then breaks into a wild grin and asks, "The explosive worked real well, didn't it?"

Ron nods and grins even more savagely, adding, "Yeah, it was a blast." At that, both men start laughing crazily. When they calm down, Ron asks, "Did you find anything useful in those papers?"

Mentnor replies, "Yeah. These are messages from two sleeper agents working in the U. S. One question though. Where are you from again? Middleton, Colorado, was it?" Ron numbly nods and Mentnor goes on. "Seems the sleepers have been working for Ahmad's group for about eight years. No idea as to their actual names, but their code names are Fatima and Saddam."

Ron snorts and says, "How original. Probably a fat woman and an even fatter man with a frickin' mustache. Heck, for all we know, they're both having mustaches." With that wisecrack, both men share another crazed laugh.

Mentnor calms himself down enough to say, "In any case, look at these messages here. Looks like they're planning something big."

Ron picks up the translated papers and reads them.

'From Fatima: All is in readiness, my brother. We shall strike the infidels and their female hero at the decade from graduation celebration. Hopefully, her bumbling, loser partner will not show up. He ruined all the plans the other villains had along with the hero's assistance. Of course, very unlikely he'll show up. He is a cowardly, Jew infidel after all. Saddam is eager to defile the heroine and make her his own before she dies.'

'From Abu: If the Jew does show up, kill him first, then his family. Do you have any idea where the Jew went to?'

'From Fatima: No idea at all. The heroine was shattered at first, then she forgave the loser. She hasn't been seen since. Neither has he.'

'From Abu: Just so you know, someone got Osama Mohammed the other night. The way they nailed him was terrible. And I mean nailed as in literally. I prayed for Allah to give us the knowledge as to who this killer of our Muslim brothers was. To date, I have not received any word.'

'From Fatima: I'm sorry about Mohammed. The way he bombed the infidel's Embassy was beautiful. Saddam and I must go pray now. Will pray for Mohammed tonight.'

End of communication.

Ron is speechless as he recalls stopping Mohammed. The psychopath was running through the streets of Houston, Texas. He had made his way to the U.S. intent on hiding among and killing more of the population. But Ron had other ideas. He taunted the guy and coerced him to chase after him, laughing as he leads the guy into a house construction area. It was late at night and Ron felt like playing with some tools that night. So he picked up a pneumatic nail gun and pressed it against Mohammed's back.

Mohammed then taunted him, saying, "Lazy American, your corruption makes you weak. Allow me to end your suffering."

Ron coldly replied, "I don't think so, you frickin' imbecile. Give my regards to Satan when you see him." Without a further word, he sent twelve nails into Mohammed's back and put one into his head for good measure. He then wiped the nail gun off, put an eraser down on the ground and went to the Airport to catch his flight. Upon arrival, he was informed of the L.A. Harbor situation and had readily agreed.

Ron comes back to the present and says, "Looks like I have a slight makings of a lead here. I'll go to Middleton for the reunion, catch up with Kim and just maybe stop a tragedy from happening." Mentnor nods and wishes him luck. Ron gets up, walks out the door and heads for the garage, intent on driving to the airport, flying himself on a Military Airlift Command flight to Middleton and hoping to see Kim before the reunion.

As he leaves the building, he thinks about all the people that called him a loser and wanted to defile Kim. He can only think of two names, but he feels he needs more to go on before he does anything else.