Chapter 4: Loose Ends

This is the disclaimer that says that I don't own the television series "Kim Possible" or any of its characters. Imagine that, a full time college astudent with two part-time jobs who's typing a story in the wee hours of the morning doesn't own a Disney series. What is this world coming to?

London: Present

Kim lurched in pain as a sharp pain erupted from her right arm and then her left rib. Was it a trap? No, Shego was just as surprised as she was. In fact, Shego was shooting behind her, instead of putting double-tap into her heart. They were out in the open with nowhere to run. The asphalt erupted around them as the unknown attacker began to narrow his range of fire. As she fell, she managed to reach her communicator and activate it.

Kim: "RON! I'M HIT! I'M-"

Ron stopped in his tracks. He could have sworn he had just heard Kim's voice in his receiver. He pressed the device closer in his ear as he tried to reestablish contact.

Ron: "Fox-Delta-One, say again. Fox-Delta-One say again, did not copy last transmission."

Suddenly, the sound of gunfire erupted. It echoed off the buildings and streets around the building he was on. Instinctively, he dropped behind an old chimney and searched the surrounding windows for possible shooters. There was nobody there, the gunfire was coming from the street. Ron stayed low as he moved towards the edge of the roof.

Ron: "Spider-Tango-Five to Menagerie-One come in."

Voice: "Menagerie-One, go ahead Spider."

Ron: "Menagerie, shots fired. Requesting back-up."

Voice: "Be advised, nearest units are approximately 10 minutes away from your current position."

Ron: "Not good enough. It sounds like a war zone out here. Are any birds in the air?"

Voice: "Pelican is in the immediate area."

Ron: "What's it packing"

Voice: "Pelican is fully-loaded."

Ron: "Deploy Wasps and put all extraction teams on alert."

Voice: "Copy Spider-Tango-Five, Wasp E.T.A in three minutes."

Ron: Copy Menagerie, Spider-Tango-Five out."

Ron checked the clip on his P90 submachine gun before continuing on. He could hear bullets ricochet off the street and the surrounding buildings. He felt a small weight scurry from his vest onto his shoulder. It was Ruby, a small naked mole rat. She had proven herself many times to be a worthy successor to the late Rufus. She had been a present from Kim after Rufus passed on. There was a worried tone to the rodent's chattering in Ron's ear.

Ron: "I know. I'm worried about her too. Get back in my pocket, this could get a little rough."

He released the saftey on his weapon and looked over the edge of the building. The gunfire was coming from a dark alley about halfway down the street. A woman dressed in green and black was under a streetlight frantically returning fire. Ron couldn't figure out why she didn't try to run for cover. There were plenty of abandoned buildings around as well as alleys and dumpsters. Wait a minute, she wasn't alone. She seemed to be protecting something. It was hard to see in the darkness, but he could barely make out a bit of red. A cold shiver went down his spine as a sense of realization and dread set in..

Ron: "KIM!"

Undisclosed Location: 4 years earlier

Ron: "...all I'm saying is that my codename really doesn't fit me. Couldn't I be like a wolf or maybe a mongoose? Hey yeah, a mongoose would be great! What do you think?"

Kim: "It's really not that big a deal Ron."

Ron: "Easy for you to say, you get to be 'Agent Fox'. I'm telling you it's the whole Animology thing all over again."

Kim: "So you want to be a sloth again?"

Ron: "No, I'm saying-"

Kim: "Shh!"

Ron: "What's up?"

Kim: "Do you see that?"

Ron: "Where?"

Kim: "Just across the clearing, about thirty feet past the treeline."

Ron: "Oh yeah, looks like he's at it again."

Kim: "Damn it! How many times do I have to go through this? (beep) Fox-Delta-One to Chameleon-Echo-Three. Fox to Chameleon, respond!"

Chameleon: "What's up boss-lady?"

Kim: "Put it out Chameleon."

Chameleon: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Kim: "I'm talking about that stupid cigar you're smoking in that tree. We can see the glow from our position."

Chameleon: "Come on, do you know how long I waited for these things? It's not my fault we were given an op when these little beauties came in."

Kim: "I don't care, put it out now!"

Ron: "We need to stop transmitting..."

Kim: "What'd you say Ron?"

Ron: "Nothing, just talking to myself."

Kim: "Oh, okay. Chameleon, if you don't put that thing out right now..."

Chameleon: "Okay, okay, geeze. Just need to settle my nerves. You don't want me all shakey do ya?."

Kim: "I also don't want to have to pull your butt out of a firefight because you can't go two minutes without lighting up. Now get on your scope and give me a little recon. Fox-Delta-One, out."

Kim groaned in frustration. "Chameleon", aka Nicholas Hunt, was tall and wirey. His jet black hair was alway pulled back in a ponytail. His finely trimmed goatee made him look like a Wallstreet stock broker. He was calm, collected, and beyond arrogant. It was easy for him to wear Kim's nerves raw with his antics. He had been assigned to the team as a sniper; he'd be great if he wasn't always smoking. If it wasn't the glow, it was the smell of fine brandy-dipped cigars that gave him away. Despite his vice, he could hit a target the size of a quarter from a half mile away. It was hard to believe he was only nineteen-years-old.

In the distance, Ron and Kim saw the soft orange glow go out. Kim rolled her eyes as she checked her watch. They were seventeen minutes ahead of schedule. Through her night vision scope, she could make out the target. It was an encampment in a small clearing. The surrounding forest would provide more than enough cover for the entire team. She was doing her best to get a good look at the defenses. It looked simple enough, a couple electrified fences, four watch towers, some motion sensors, and about thirty armed guards. All she needed was a second count from Chameleon and they could move. She felt a tugging on her sleeve as she tried to get a closer look at what the guards were brandishing. It was a familiar feeling, she spoke without having to turn.

Kim: "Not now Ron."

Ron: "...um, KP?"

Kim: "Ron, I told you to go before we left."

Ron: "...not that...Kim, got a sec?"

Kim: "Hold on, I just need to see what these guys are packing."

Ron: "AK-47's and M-16 assault rifles, maybe?"

Kim: "Now, how could you-"

Her blood ran cold as she turned around. Four men in masks and body armor stood over them. The moon reflected a sinister glint off of their red goggles. They were paired off and stood well out of each other's line of fire. It was easy to see that these were not just some hired muscle, they were well trained and ready to fire at the slightest movement. One of them wore a gold stripe on his arm, he was obviously the one in command.

Leader: "Get up! Now!"

Kim: "Damn!"

Leader: "I said get up! Drop your weapons and walk towards me, slowly!"

Seeing they were in no position to react, Kim nodded at Ron. No sooner had their vests touched the ground; they were grabbed and spun around. The plastic cable ties bit into their wrists and elbows as the men made sure they were secure.

Kim: "Geeze, not so tight."

Guard: "Shut up! (Backhands Kim across the face.)"

Kim had never been hit so hard. She felt as if her eye would erupt from its socket. Her vision blurred and a copper taste filled her mouth. She could make out Ron's figure lurching forward. His foot shot out and caught her assailant square in the jaw. A second later, a rifle stock was jammed into his gut and he fell beside her. Everything darkened and the voices became muffled as Kim began to lose conciousness. The men stood over the both of them and began to remove their masks.

Leader: "You ain't in Kansas anymore kid..."

London: Present

Ron released the saftey on his P90 submachine gun. He had seen enough. Kim was in trouble and that was all he needed to know. The automatic gunfire had stopped. The only shots being fired were single rounds coming from whoever was protecting Kim. This woman wasn't a part of his team, they had all fanned out from the theatre. None of that mattered now. Ron took a position on the roof and started tracking his sight in the direction of the strange woman's line of fire. All he needed was one muzzle flash. Suddenly a burst came from the shadows, whoever was hiding there had finished reloading and started to fire again. Ron put three short bursts into the shadows. Either he had hit his mark, or the unseen attacker had fled. He waited for a second before turning his attention back to Kim. Blood had begun to pool around her. Quickly, he pulled his buckle from his belt and fastened it to the building and slipped over the side. The three-hundred-pound test cable caught him just above the ground. In a flash he unhooked himself and drew his weapon from around his back. He couldn't believe his eyes as the mystery woman turned around.

Ron: "Shego!"

Shego: "Oooo, ahhh, surprise, surprise. Can we skip this part? Possible doesn't look so good."

Ron: "I swear if you..."

Shego: "Whoa there Tiger, reign it in. I was being shot at too remember?"

Ron: "So then who-"

Shego: "We really don't have time for this now."

As if on cue, a dull droning noise filled the alleys. Motorcycles, lots of them, were closing on their position. Ron had just enough time to reload his weapon. Before he could object, Shego reached into his vest and pulled out a fresh clip to reload her glock. In an instant, they were surrounded by twenty racing style, black motorcylces. All the riders were femenine in appearance. They were dressed in black leather from head to toe. In unison, three of them dismounted and began to approach Ron and Shego. Beneath the visors, their eyes flashed red. They removed their helmets to reveal blonde hair and robotic faces.

Ron: "The Bee-bee's?"

Be-Bes (In unison): "Correct, Mr. Stoppable."

Ron: "But how could..."

Voice: "I believe I can answer that."

A figure stepped out from the shadows. He was short and stocky, but his build was solid. The long leather coat he wore snapped like a whip in the breeze. As he stepped forward, the streetlight revealed his light blue skin and ratty black hair. There were five scars furrowed into his face. It looked as if a wild animal had clawed his face. His eyes were cold. Devoid of any passion, they were like the eyes of a shark. Ron felt his blood begin to boil. It wasn't possible for this man to be standing in front of him. Not after all these years.

Ron: "Drakken!"

Drakken: "Buffoon, it's nice to see you again. Although it's sad to see that you're still keeping poor company."

Ron: "Don't think you know me. I've changed since we last met."

Drakken: "Oh I can see that. Been hitting the old Bowflex have we? Little does it matter. You're not the only one who's changed. Although I'll be the first to admit that my aim still needs some work. I should have been able to kill your little bitch with the first shot."

Ron: "Bastard!"

Ron drew his weapon up to his shoulder and pulled the trigger. At this distance, he didn't need to aim. The full-auto would shred anything unlucky enough to be in front of it. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, there was a blur of motion. It stopped in front of Dr. Drakken. It was one of the Bee-bee androids, in her out-streached hand was every one of Ron's bullets. The android crushed them with ease and let them fall to the ground. A wicked smile crawled arcross Drakken's face.

Suddenly he was distracted by the sound of a multi-prop airplane above them. It was flying low, too low. Suddenly two slender oval shaped objects fell from the pitch-black sky and slammed into the street crushing three androids beneath them. Drakken stared in bewilderment as the objects began to click and whir. Five seconds after landing, the objects had transformed into what looked like fighter cockpits with wheels. He tore his eyes away from the scene only to see Ron Stoppable with a sly grin on his face.

Ron: "Wasps. Never leave home without them."

To be continued...

Okay, that was the latest chapter. I'm trying to keep up but school is starting up again soon and that takes priority. If you want to read more, tell me what you think. It helps the motivation quite a bit, not to mention the ego. Now, if it's earlier than 4:00 am when you're reading this. GO TO SLEEP! IT'S TIME TO GO TO SLEEP! (I just love that movie, "PCU". Go check it out.)