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Chapter 2:  It Begins

Light streamed through the dusty windows embedded in the ceiling of the massive storage area. Motes of dust clung heavily to tarpaulins covering oddly shaped creations. Where the small shafts of light actually penetrated the glass of the high windows small boxes lay, the golden light illuminating dust floating around them. Metal pillars jutted from the floor at random intervals, going so high as to touch the ceiling. Large shelves lined one corner of the place. More tarpaulins covered smaller, but no less oddly shaped devices. The heavy steel doors exploded inward, flying off their hinges to crash into the ground. Green fire slowly extinguished itself upon the grey metal.

"Why are we doing this again?"

"For the last time Shego it's all part of the master plan."

The whiney, nasally voice of Doctor Drakken could easily be heard in the silence pervading their current location. Shego's eyes rolled towards the ceiling as she quickly tried to repress her growing anger. She only partially succeeded.

"Right. So what was it again?"

"We lure Possible here and distract her."

"And why are we doing this again?"

"Because, it's our part of the plan."

"Care to be more specific. Or did you space out again?"

His voice was just barely a mumble. She caught bits of the garblings, something about following Dure and that this would work perfectly.

Shego wasn't impressed, her tone made that clear, even to the unobservant, Doctor Drakken.

"And when she gets here, what should we do? Get our assess kicked? I gotta tell you Doctor D, this is the worst idea you've had in a while. I mean it's bad enough when she beats us foiling our evil schemes, now you wanna get beaten for someone else's?"

"Silence Shego! I see what we've come for."

"I thought we were here to attract Kimmie's attention."

His hands gripped a small device. It had two suction cups attached to long thin cords, which in turn were affixed to a small purple box, with an extension cord. Drakken raised it up, his face beaming as he did so.

"Well as long as we're here no reason we can't grab this."

"What is it?"

"I don't know. It looks cool though doesn't it? Dure told me to grab it."

"Oh great. This day just keeps getting better and better."

"Come Shego, back to base. Were we will wait for Kim Possible and the chance to test my new toy."

His evil laughter filled the warehouse, even as Shego stormed back to their hovercraft. He continued for a few seconds, until he realized he was alone. His eyes darted around, searching for her. Then the sound of a revving motor filled his ears. He bolted, his thin legs propelling him forward, even as his trill voice screamed, "Shego, wait for meeee!"

Sunlight streamed through thoroughly polished windows. Streaks of cleaner refracted the light, causing small rainbows to appear across tables. People bustled around, some behind the counter taking orders and preparing food, others receiving orders placed minutes before and preparing to devour the food placed in front of them. Many of Middleton's high school seniors were here. Having received the day off for senior Friday, many were enjoying lunch in the little town's sole fast food restaurant. Not that the service was incredibly fast, but it was fast, and greasy, enough for a blonde and his pet. The two chirped happily before face planting into their food. Bits of processed cheese and meats flew into the air, landing indiscriminately upon the once sterilely clean plastic table top. The girl sitting across from the two merely sighed, posing a familiar question again, once the boy came up for air.

"So Ron, how about it?"

First, the blonde sighed, then he ripped into his nacho, taking a massive bite of the processed food product of his own invention. As he chewed noisily, the black girl across from him waited expectantly. Finally his mouth was free of delicious fast food goodness and her wait was ended.

"Kim's great. She's both funny and smart and everything else I would look for in a girl. It's just... She just doesn't do it for me, no spark."

"You sure you're straight?"

"Yes. It's just Kim's not a girl, she's my best friend. We pretty much grew up together. We're pretty much asexual to each other.

"Oh come on cut the crap man. Girl that fine, you've gotta feel something down there."

The young man's eyes bulged out slightly at hearing Monique speak that way.

"Geez Mon, are you trying to get me killed? I'm not into Kim that way. What's with sudden interest anyway? Wondering if she's taken?"

This time the black girl's eyes bulged slightly, almost exaggeratedly so. They flicked back and forth to her left and right, despite the fact that a solid wall was to her right side.

Ron bit back a chuckle. Monique grinned, a smile replacing the look of suspicion.

"Nope. Got someone already."

The blonde grinned back.

"Really? Do they know it yet."

"Soon. And don't think you're off the hook Stoppable. I still want to know why my girl's not good enough for you."

A sheepish smile crossed his face, his pink pet rolled its eyes.

"I was hoping you forgot."

He'd known she wouldn't. She never did. Every time she got him alone, this was the start of their conversation. They always lapsed into some other topic fairly soon though, so all he had to do was be patient, wait it out. In other words he was in for a long lunch.

Where was Kim?

About ten miles away two figures faced off. Determination burned brightly in both the slim boy and the fiery redhead that stood across the large room from him. Her green eyes shone with pride and his blue ones did the same.

"So what about you and Stoppable?"

She rolled to the side, the metal claw completely missing her. Her legs propelled her into the air, as Felix's mouth opened again. "When you two gonna make with the babies." Her eyes widened as a metal tentacle caught her in the stomach propelling her back towards the blue mats. Her arms and legs shot out as she hit, crashing against the mats and absorbing some of the impact.

Her insides still felt rumbly. A tentacle hovered over her, waiting for her to rise. She didn't plan on satisfying it. Her hands moved to the side of her head and down, as she arched her back. Muscles strengthened by years of cheerleading and saving the world tensed, and then pushed upwards, supporting her entire weight on the two limbs. When the rest of her body hovered slightly over the floor she tensed her abs, in an effort to bring her legs up. It was successful. The twin appendages snaked into the air, reaching towards the tentacle. The metal limb tried to react, to dodge, as she sprung forward, but she'd already planned for its movement. Strong, limber legs wrapped around the thrashing metal limb.

The thing bucked and pumped, trying to free itself from her grip. Arms and head thrashed widely as the thing cut through the air, countless times. Well, countless if you were hanging upside down by your legs for dear life, like a certain Kimberly Anne Possible.

With a grunt her abs began to work again, pulling her torso up, towards the thrashing tentacle. Her small, dainty hands curled around the metal object. She waited, holding on with all her strength, her eyes firmly affixed on the shiny shell of the thing to which she clung. In it she could see another tentacle attempt to sneak up behind her. She suppressed a smirk.

Felix hid one of his own, unaware of Kimberly's knowledge of his plans. If he had known he'd have been hard pressed to keep his smirk hidden. Her knowledge of the first tentacle, would blind her to the fact that he'd sent out a second one. Currently it was in her blind spot.

It wasn't for long.

The metal appendage struck quickly, pushing itself into the space she had occupied. It met nothing but air. He'd expected that. What he hadn't expected was for her to simply drop. Her nimble feet landed upon the floor, even as the tentacle raced towards his own head. A tap of a button stopped it, but that cost him time. Mere seconds, but he was against Kim Possible. He didn't have seconds.

Before he could react, send another tentacle after her, trigger another non-lethal defense, she was upon him, ripping him from the seat of the chair. And then he was falling through the air, her arms gripping his in a firm embrace. They landed perfectly.

Her smiling face stared into his.

"We're just friends Felix. Like I tell you every week."

He shrugged. "Matter of time. That's all I'm saying."

He tapped a small controller in his pocket. He didn't even need to look anymore, he'd used it enough. The chair lowered itself to the ground, rolling to where Kim held him. She gingerly rested him upon his seat of metal. He smiled up at her.

"Thanks."

"No big."

Three familiar tones stole her attention away from him. She reached into her pocket, pulling forth the all too familiar device that had been custom built for her: the Kimmunicator. The screen flared to life, revealing a pudgy black boy. She didn't smile at the face of her young friend, instead greeting him with a face that was all business.

"What's the sitch Wade?"

"It's Shego Kim, she's escaped."

"Already?"

He looked hesitant, his young face screwing up nervously.

"Um, there's more Kim. This time she didn't wait till she got to jail."

Something settled in the pit of Kim's young stomach, it felt hot and sickening all at once.

"You mean?"

"She killed the cops Kim. Point blank range. Execution."

She fell silent. Her eyes glazed over, as she stared past the monitor, at something only she could see. It wasn't a look the young genius had seen before and it was worrying.

"Kim?"

Her voice was distant, as if her mind wasn't in the same room anymore. It wasn't.

"Don't worry Wade we'll get her."

The genius nodded.

"You ride'll be there in five minutes. Ron's at Beuno Nacho."

She just nodded, her eyes never moving from the empty space they studied.

The screen went black and she slid it back into her pocket. She swung her gaze, her eyes narrowing into angry slits as she did so.

"Sorry Felix, I've gotta-"

"Don't worry about it. Our usual time next week?"

"Yeah."