Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 25 years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Global Justice Headquarters was now an underground complex not far from the Tri-city area. The former complex had been abandoned after Motor Ed and Shego had destroyed it with their 'Mega-digger-mauler' vehicle nineteen years earlier. The attack had been their idea of a honeymoon. The couple was sent to prison and GJ established this new facility rather than rebuild at a location that was no longer secret.
Flo Ming and Wade Load were both ready with reports when Director Possible arrived. The Director walked to her desk and placed both her hands down on the desktop, rather than sit, "What's the sitch?"
Agent Flamingo spoke first, "It was a very professional job." She glanced at her notes, "Two independent alarm systems were disabled. No one was seen coming or going and no fingerprints were left." Flo watched the director start to sulk, "but I did find some hair."
"Excellent!" she actually smiled. "Wade, tell me they were human," the Director pleaded.
Dr. Load stepped up to meet his old friend's hopeful eyes, "Black hair from a twenty-three year old man with traces of 'Le Goop' brand hair gel."
"'Le Goop'?" Kim frowned. "I thought they stopped production."
"Twelve years ago," Wade confirmed. "The only samples left are in private stock." Global Justice's head of Research and Development then checked the final page of his report, "In fact, there is only one such stock left."
The Director gasped, "But he went straight!"
"I only know the facts, Kim." Wade stood up a little straighter.
"Who went straight?" asked Flo.
"Señor Senior, Jr." sighed the Director.
"I never heard of him," said Flo. "Funny name."
"He retired twenty years ago," said Dr. Load. "From villainy, anyway."
"Just after Senior died," added the Director.
"A dead man did this?" Flo was confused.
"No," Director Possible backpedaled. "I meant his father."
"Who's father?" asked Flo.
"Junior's!" Kim yelled.
"Oh." Flo suddenly realized that where there was a Señor Senior Junior there had to have once been a Señor Senior Senior. "Sorry, Director."
Dr Load was trying to hide a giggle.
Kim gave Wade a stern look. Then she couldn't help smiling. "That's O.K, Flo. I should have realized you had no experience with the Seniors." She sat down, "I'm showing my age." She looked at her Research Head. "Had your laugh for the day, Dr. Load?"
Wade let the giggle go. "I'll say. That was funnier than anything I've seen all month."
"You need to leave HQ someday, Wade." Kim grinned.
"What for?" Wade pulled a soda out of his lab coat pocket and took a sip as he walked out.
"Would you like me to investigate - eh - SSJ, Ma'am?" asked Flo.
"I think this investigation needs a personal touch," Kim said as she picked up a form and re-filed it. "You can accompany me."
Special thanks to my children, Kathleen and James for some of the ideas used in this story.