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Chapter Two The Face of Global Justice
"Give it up Dementor, you know as well as I do, that you cant' beat me!"
"You may have beaten my henchmen, but I'm too clever to be caught by you… again, Kim Possible!"
Kim Possible, the 'Face of Global Justice' squared off against Dr. Dementor yet again, in an attempt to recover the some invention he had stolen, again. All her 'arch villains' she had fought in high school were still around, with the notable exception of Dr. Drakken, and Shego. Somewhere along the way they had disappeared. Given up being villains from what she had heard. Villains were different now. More sinister, violent, and even a little smarter. Heck most of them were not even traditional villains, they were terrorist groups.
After her painful breakup with Ron six years ago, Kim had put herself on temporary hiatus from crime fighting, but it was something she could just not give up. She needed an outlet for her pain, anger, frustration, and aggression, and she had felt the best way to do that was to beat up bad guys. Her first few missions solo, after graduation from college, were a disaster. She just did not have that spark anymore; she needed a safety net, someone to pull her up when she fell. Till then it had been Ron, even on solo missions in high school, she could count on him if she needed to call him in. But that was over now. It was hard, and she was alone. Then Global Justice came-a-knocking. They approached her with an offer that was very hard to refuse. Become a Global Justice operative, fight the bad guys. In return, get paid about $800,000 a year, plus expenses, full benefits, get about a month a year off; from the day hired, all equipment and training included, and to top it all off; agree to be the public publicity 'face' for the organization, and still get the publicity as Kim Possible.
There was a catch; they did not want Ron. So Kim was naturally wary about saying that she was still up for super-spy work without him, not that she even spoke to him anymore, but she was still wary. They pursued, and reluctantly she agreed to give it a shot. After a few 'easy' missions to get her confidence back up Dr. Director had declared she was ready for the big time again, and off she went. The last six years had their up's and down's. She won some, and lost some. Every mission got harder though. Not only was it more dangerous, but every single mission reminded her of him. Reminded her of what she gave up, how stupid she had been, how week to just give up like that. He was gone though, and she had let him go. Sure, she could call Wade, get him to give her his new phone number, and call him up. She could not do that, it would be too hard. She just knew he hated her, hated her for what she had asked him to do, hated her for crime fighting without him, just plain hated her. Kim knew because somewhere inside she hated herself.
"I'm not going down this time Kim Possible, because you are!" Dementor jumped down into a waiting boat on the edge of the platform just as Kim had started her approach towards the villain. He tossed her the small package he had stolen, briefly stopping her so that she could catch it.
"I'll see you in hell Kim Possible!" He pressed a large red button on the remote in his hand as his boat begins to pull away. The brief pause he had given Kim by throwing her the package was just enough time to save him from his own device. Explosions ripped through the old oil platform in front of Kim.
"I have to get out of here" Kim screamed, as a small piece of shrapnel from the platform embedded itself into her right leg. She ignited her jetpack and began her escape off the exploding rig. Just as she began to clear the small explosions the main tank on the old rig caught. It went, and with it most of the oil rig as well. Shrapnel and debris were ejected from the fray at astounding rates, and Kim was caught in the middle. Pieces of shrapnel cut her, large debris hit her in the stomach and head, and some impacted her jetpack. She pointed herself at the distant coastline. Then passed out.