Another Spirit Dance was coming up at the Middleton high school, the students were preparing themselves for social events that could make or break their status in the school's social ladder. There were two people that currently sat near the top of this ladder vying for sole position of being the "queen", on one end was the already entitled "queen" Bonnie "Bitch Queen" Rockwaller and on the other end is teen hero Kim "perfect" Possible. Caught in the middle was a young man named Josh Mankey, who was only a few syllables away from being "Monkey".
Both women have plans, both wanted to be with Josh and nether was going to back down for any reason.
In fact, Bonnie wanted to make the first move. She was on her way to where Josh's locker was, thinking of what to say and the perfect moves to advance on him. Making him tightly wound around her fingers like the other men of this school, the very thought made her mentally giddy. She reminded herself to stay cool and collected, she must pull this off without a hitch. She cut through the crowd, anticipating having Josh saying "yes" and finally having the one thing Kim Perfect does not have. She saw him, he was talking to someone that she could not fully see, as the crowd moved about she could make out details like a feminine figure and red hair.
Bonnie had to use every ounce of free will to keep from shouting bitch at the top of her lungs, Kim waved to Josh as she walked away.
Regaining some sense of herself Bonnie step forward into the redhead's path with one of the dirtiest and coldest looks she could muster. "What are you doing?" she said while folding her arms over her chest, "you should know when you are out of your league."
"Funny, I was going to say that about you," Kim attempted to walk by but Bonnie stopped her. "Bon-Bon, be jealous on your own time."
"One, I am not jealous. Just worried what Josh when he is seen with your type of people, and two, never call me Bon-Bon."
"Aw, Bon-Bon's jealous and cranky." Kim antagonized as she enjoys watching the brunette girl try to hide the anger, "face it. Josh likes me and nothing's going to change that." Kim shrugged in her "victory" as she walked away from Bonnie, only a few feet away she heard the Kimmunicator go off. "What's the sitch?" she said as she Wade's face came onto the screen.
"There is a hostage situation at Harman Complex," Wade typed something into his computer. "I will have a ride come pick you up in fifteen minutes in front."
Kim nodded, "right."
Bonnie stood there as Kim took off, she smiled wickedly as she went to look for Josh.
The Harman Complex is not something one would write home about, as it was somewhat small and plain looking from the outside. The owner, Harman Smith, was waiting by the entrance of the garage system as the black car pulled up. The door open and Kim stepped out, she brushed some hairs out of her eyes as the older man step towards her. He was extending his hand in greeting but his stoic face was anything but pleased, it must be programmed into his business sense. Kim reluctantly shook his hand. It felt rough and leathery, she fought the urge to wipe her hand afterwards as he lead her to the garage entrance.
"What seems to be the problem," Kim asked as she looked over at Harman who happen to stared back in a cold manner. "Sir," she gulped.
He looked up towards the roof. "Up there, on the top floor is all my employees being held against their will."
"Has anyone else attempted to save them?" Kim asked as this seemed more of a job for SWAT or Global Justice.
"There lays the problem," Harman voice was badly graveled. Combined with his skin and cold facial features she expected to see a long fork tongue to appear. "They have a habit of causing a commotion, and the cult has explosives strap to themselves. They are very able to destroy the entire building."
"And that is where you come in," one of Harman's men said as he adjusted his sunglasses. He would not appear out of place in a conspiracy movies, "a single girl could sneak in undetected and if anything happens they would simple just kill you."
"What!" Kim snapped sharply at the man, "what the hell does that mean?"
"Let's drop the pleasantries," Harman said in an even, cold tone. "I do not give a damn about you, it is the people inside I want alive. And I bet you want them to go home to see their families again, you took this job so I don't even owe your family condolences."
Kim sneered. Who do they think they are, just brushing her off as some sort of cannon fodder. She wanted to leave, let them deal with this on their own and never ever deal with Harman Smith again but there was simply one thing keeping her feet rooted to the spot despite her death glares towards the men. She has a conscious, and allowing people to die because of what one (or a few) idiots said would follow her to her grave. "If something happens, I am coming back to kick you in the balls, regardless if I am living or dead."
"Here, take this key card." the man reached into his pocket and produced a small piece of metal with the company logo on it. "It can get you anywhere in the building, and I suggest going through the garage as that is how they manage to get in. All the surveillance in the area had been taken out."
"Great, is that supposed to make me feel better?" Kim saw him nodding in a serious manner she rolled her eyes. Damning her conscious and upbringing Kim walked into the darkness of the garage area. The men silently watched her disappear as they were tense about this situation. Harman was the only one showing some emotion about this.
"Nice ass."
The elevator doors slid open to reveal an old man in a wheelchair, he was in his early-to-mid 50's with salt and pepper hair and dressed in a three piece business suit. He rolled down the hall of the once lavish hotel until he reached the double doors, he reached for a pair of keys in his pocket. He took a moment to breath in the nostalgia of this old place, how long has it been since he was last here? Unlocking the door he found his acquaintance sitting on a rather comfortable couch with a chess board before him.
"I knew you'd come here," the elderly man said.
"And the same for you," the young man said. He was leaning again one arm a bit aloof of the current situation. With a sigh he continued, "we always find each other, the conclusion is always the same."
"It is like our chess games."
"As I recall you always win."
"You wonder why that is?" the man said as he reached out to pick a piece, a pawn.
"I'm curious." the young man lean forward to make his move.
"You are a bad player." they sat there sat there for a moment before erupting into spontaneous laughter, after catching his breath he moved again. "She's getting close, don't you feel it?"
"The traitor? I felt it," he lean back. "But there is something else to this, the others are coming to light with her. How is that possible?"
"Don't know, don't care."
"Of course," he moved again.
Kim scanned the large underground area, despite the space there was so many places to hide she felt like a target being here in the open. Staying to the shadows and using the adrenalin burst from one car to the other. The muscles were tense and her breathing was somewhat rigid, she was considering her options and how to minimize the risk to herself and the people. Only thing is, where are these guys, who are they and how many are there?
Kim crouch near the end of a black sedan preparing to scamper towards the door when something made her jump, she leap forward into a defensive roll and landed in a low attack form waiting to be attack. What she saw as a leg stepping out of the car, the leg owner's hand was on the handle. Leaning out a man with long yet curly white smiled at her, "hi there."
"Hi yourself," Kim snapped. "What are you waiting for, are you going to attack or help or what?"
"My dear, I am here to help you on this mission." the man step out fully of the car. He dressed in white dress pants and an unbutton shirt, it seems to match his theme of "albino". "There is something I got to tell you them."
"This day is getting too wrong for my taste," Kim muttered to herself. She backed step a bit from the man, "what is your game?"
"Oh, you are rude. But those ass holes out there probably did not help," the man rolled his neck a bit before continuing, "those bastards up there on the second floor. And there is six of them, they stay close together to create a really big bang."
"This is supposed to be helpful?" she wanted to rub her temple but not when there was a stranger in front of her in a very intense situation. He smiled a bit while gesturing like a game show host towards the car, "what?"
"In the front seat," he said. "Against the Artemis Canon you need this stuff, they ain't human. It's like some sort of organic robot, I trust you won't miss with that killer instinct, chief."
"I am not looking in there," Kim knew if she lean into the car she would be open for attack. The man shrugged, he lean into car to retrieve something that was concealed from her view. Extending his arm it was an object wrapped away in velvet. Kim, reluctantly and cautiously, took it. It was heavy, that was for sure. "What?" she looked up from the velvet to find the man gone.
She unwrap the object to find it was a gun, a revolver in fact. Swallowing hard she try to place somewhere that it could not be found, but was interrupted when the door burst open. Kim's mind froze as her eyes came upon the being, which could describe as anything but human. The skin was deep purple, shining a bit in the dull light and appeared cancerous, it's head was human but it's jaw was slacked with small but sharp teeth. The limbs were withered away and tipped with claws, but the worst feature was those eyes. The horrific eyes. It hissed as it placed a foot ahead of itself, Kim raised the gun as her mind shut down. It started at a normal pace but increased to a full run, the "hands" hung at it's sides. Her heart was beating rapidly rising as her mouth dried, the gun was shaking as her body fell rooted into place. There was only seventy feet between them, sixty, thirty. Kim cock the hammer, there was only ten feet between them. The gun wanted to jerk itself out of her grip, her arm was swung back from the recoil as the smoke filled the air.
A point blank shot, right between the eyes. It lingered there staring at the redhead who was absent minded, it suddenly burst into nothingness. She was wrong, the eyes weren't the worse part of these creatures. It was their laugh.
She staggered and fell into the car as she felt nausea wash over her, she was sweating and was shaking. She was feeling a rush but did not like it, she shut shot someone - correction something - when she could have just ducked out of the way. She looked over, there was no traces of it in any perspective. No blood, no footprint and no evidence.
Did it really exist? Kim pushed herself and forced herself to stable herself and continued towards the door. Carefully open the door she looked over the area, which was dark and narrow with several doors off to the left side and a security station to the right with the company's massive logo behind it. She was tense as she closed the door behind her, a fast sweep relieved nothing behind the door or the desk. Taking slow steps as she eyed the doors in most cautious manner on her progress through the corridor, she open a door at the end to find another bland hall with more doors. A fast sweep and walking caution through the halls, each new room and hall she came into possessed hidden dangers, Kim Possible was in the stairwell when she saw them. Like the man had said, the targets were on the second floor. Unfortunately, they were lined up and blocking the only way out (and entrance), the elevators would be too dangerous and getting more then one person passed them is taking a high risk. Kim was repulsed by these "things", they appeared like the creature she had encounter at the garage only with thick yellow vests. She guess that is the explosives.
Kim looked through the slight crack again, maybe she can find a way to slip out the hostages out some other way. The windows or a vent system she can smuggle them out, but is that safer then any other way? Kim close the door, turning away from the door ready to leave when it flung open. Horrid laughter filled the stairwell and caused an echo, Kim mind was going off at a mile a minute. How did they knew she was here, what can she do now? There was beeping, a light was flashing on them, a single green light over the heart area. It must meant they were about to detonate the explosives on them.
Kim had only one thought now, and that was to survive.
The revolver was leveled, two rounds found their marks in the heads. The laughs made bile raise in up in her throat but quickly choking it down, the others were coming into the doorway ready to explode. Two more, two rounds had taken down them without a problem. That left one and taken down, not even blinking. The entire fiasco only took six seconds, from beginning to end.
Kim entered the hall, fast sweeps and stepping quickly she checked around until she came to the second floor presentation room. It was padded locked with several chains wrapping around the handles, she could hear the muttered panic and whispered words on the other side despite being slightly muffled. Kim looked down at the revolver before she threw it into a waste basket, she did not want to panic them right now. She can claim it was the cult's. Going back to the door she pulled out the Kimmunicator, she selected lazer mode and aimed carefully as a thin beam of light sliced off the lock.
When she open the door she was greeted by startled reactions, there were about fifteen people all on their knees and hands tied behind their back. She fished out something quickly to free each of them, there was questions but no answers. She learned that there was only them, the major players of the company. Kim lead them out, always taking a center point of the area making sure there was no surprises as she lead them out.
After the most nerve racking and utmost traumatic experience of their lives Harman's people walked into the sunlight grateful for life and personally thanking their "savior". She only told them one thing.
"No big."