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Chapter 5: Bad Sitch

Undisclosed Location: 4 years ago

The room was completely barren with a high ceiling. Thick plastic casings protected bright fluorescent lights. Try as she might, Kim Possible couldn't shake the throbbing pain in her head. Her left eye was swollen shut and the copper taste at the corner of her mouth could only be dried blood. As she came to, she slowly began to pick herself off of the cold cement floor. Her clothes had been changed. Instead of green fatigues, she was left in her undergarments. Suddenly, her mind snapped to full consciousness. Ron was nowhere to be seen.

Without warning the large metal door at the far end of the room swung open. Three large men she had never seen before walked in. Seeing her chance, Kim sprung into action. She rushed them and landed a hard right to the face of the first man through the door. As he went down, Kim turned her attention to the second. She spun hard on her heel and connected with a roundhouse kick to his midsection. Before she could turn, her head snapped back. The third man had gotten behind her and grabbed a handful of her thick red hair. With all his might, he flung her against the wall. The back of Kim's head whipped back and hit the wall with a sickening crack. Giving no quarter, the man immediately followed through with a sharp knee to her abdomen. She tried to take in a breath to no avail. She could feel her body bend at the waist and fall over. Strong hands seized her arms and lifted her off the ground. They placed her in a small wooden chair and backed away.

Man 3: "Well, that was stupid and pointless."

Man 1: "I say we return the favor, right now."

Man 3: "Enough, we'll tend to that later. Right now, I think we need to have a little chat with our new friend here."

Kim couldn't care less what they were saying. A bitter taste filled her mouth; stomach acid. She tried to sit up but her body wouldn't let her. It was as if she had been bent over a steel pipe. The dull pounding in her head from before was now a sharp throbbing sensation. Slowly, her vision began to unblur and the ringing began to leave her ears.

Man 3: "...you doing here? Who are your handlers?"

Kim: "I don't know what you're talking about. This is a training mission."

Man 3: "Do you guys believe this? My life is a training mission. They don't even send real assassins."

Kim: "No..."

Man 3: "NO?"

Kim: "This is just a training mission."

Man 2: "Like hell it is little girl. They might have told you that, but you're packing real ammo in those little toys of yours."

Kim: "What? No, it's impossible."

Man 3: "Let's try this again. I'll start off with something simple. What is your name?"

Kim: "..."

Man 3: "Don't make me ask twice or I'll stop being a gentleman."

Kim: "...Kim."

Man 3: "Kim, what?"

Kim: "...Pearson."

Man 3: "See, now we're getting somewhere. Now, who are your handlers?"

Kim: "..."

Man 3: "You're gonna protect them? Haven't you figured it out yet? They cut you loose. They told you it was a training mission so you wouldn't freak out."

Kim: "..."

Man:1 "Ah, screw this. I'll make her start talking."

Man 2: "Nah, let's go ask the other one first. He looked like he'd give it up easy."

The last comment caught Kim's attention. She sat up just in time to see the door shut behind them. Before she could speak, the door slammed shut and there was the unmistakable clang of a large lock being engaged. They could have only been talking about Ron. Frantically she looked around the room for something she could use to escape. Sadly there was nothing. The walls and floor were nothing but concrete. Blinding fluorescent lights left no shadows to hide in. The cameras in the four corners of the room ensured that she could not hide. A cold feeling of dread overcame her. This seemed less and less like a training exercise. For the first time, she was truly afraid and completely helpless. Keeping her composure was the last thing she could do. Then, a horrible pained scream echoed from the hall outside. She ran to the metal door and listened. The sound of arcing electricity sounded and the scream came again. There was no doubt in her mind; it was Ron. Frantically, she began to beat her fists against the cold rusting metal. She only stopped when she felt the sharp snap of a knuckle giving way. There was nothing she could do. The last of her strength sapped, Kim Possible broke down and sobbed on the cold concrete floor.

London: Present

The falling Wasp units had crushed three of the Bee-Bee's and given Ron the distraction he needed. He pulled a concussion grenade from his vest and hurled it at Drakken. Despite being caught by a Bee-Bee unit, it still had enough punch to knock Drakken off his feet and disorient him. That would give Ron the precious few seconds he needed. He ran over the Shego and lifted Kim over his shoulder; all the while keeping his P90 submachine gun trained on the closest group of androids.

Ron: "Take her."

Shego: "What?"

Ron: "I said take her. We have to get out of here."

Shego: "Hey, hey, hey. How am I supposed to pilot that with her in my lap?"

Ron: "Don't worry, you won't have to. Just hold on to her and let me take care of the rest."

Shego: "Wait wha-"

Ron: "Wasp unit 2, voice activation. Track on Wasp unit 1 and follow. Three meter interval. Initiate."

Kim began to come around as Ron placed her in the reluctant Shego's lap. In a daze, she could barely make out Ron's face as he set her down.

Kim: "R-Ron..."

Ron: "Hold on tight KP, this is gonna be a little tight."

Shego: "Sleeping beauty coming around?"

Ron: "You just make sure she doesn't move too much."

Shego: "Yeah, got it. Let's go."

Drakken had shaken off the effects of the flash-bang. His eyes focused in time to see his prey mount the vehicles that had fallen out of the sky. Before he could order his androids into action, the strange vehicles sprang to life. Wheels screeched on the asphalt as they lurched forward. They zipped in and out of the formation of Bee-Bee's and motorcycles.

Drakken: "Don't just stand there you walking tin scraps! GET THEM!"

In unison, the androids mounted their motorcycles and fired the engines. The high performance machines screamed down the street like a long black dragon in the London night. Drakken laughed. It would only be a matter of time before he could continue his work without any worries of being stopped.

Buildings flew by in seconds as Ron piloted the Wasp units through the city. The automatic pilot in the second unit exactly duplicated his every move. He knew it wouldn't be long until the Bee-bee androids caught up to them. He called up an L-Sat location of his position and an overhead map of the city.

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

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

Ron: "I am requesting immediate extraction. Fox is wounded and I have multiple unfriendlies in pursuit."

Menagerie: "Can you neutralize the threat?"

Ron: "Negative Menagerie. I am outnumbered and outgunned."

Menagerie: "Copy Spider. Proceed to extraction point Nevada-Two."

Ron: "Advise remaining units to proceed to extraction point and take fire-point procedures. I also need an open transmission to the extraction unit."

Menagerie: "Copy Spider-Tango-Five. Remaining units are being recalled, and you have open transmission. E.T.A?"

Ron: "Approximately five minutes. Spider-Tango-Five out."

Just as he ended his transmission, the whine of high-performance engines surrounded Ron's Wasp. The Bee-Bee's had managed to creep up on him while he was making his preparations. They were flying down the street without headlights. They must have had night vision or thermal imaging. Ron looked to his right as one of the Bee-Bee androids leapt from its motorcycle. Acting quickly, he hit the brakes and dodged left. The android slammed into the asphalt, shattering its arms and upper torso. Ron took the offensive and rammed the android in front of him. The bike spun out of control and slammed into the side of an old building. A thunderous explosion rocked the quiet night as a huge fireball illuminated the sky. The Bee-bee unit on his left drew a long metallic whip from its forearm and snapped it on the Wasp's hull. The night air rushed in through the foot-long gash the whip and cut into hull. Ron turned on the rear-camera to check on the other Wasp's situation. The second unit wasn't faring any better. An android had climbed onto the roof and torn open a large hole. There was a familiar flash of green as a gloved hand shot out and ripped a chunk out of the android's torso. It went limp and fell away into the night. Ron knew they couldn't keep this up for long; and fortunately they wouldn't have to.

Ron: "Spider-Tango-Five to Extraction Unit Nevada-Two."

Ex. Unit: "Copy Spider, lay it on me."

Ron: "Is that you Ox?"

Ox: "None other. The rest of the team is here too. We're just waiting for you to punch the ticket."

Ron: "Ox, we're coming in hot with a lot of bad company. I need you and Dragonfly to lay out the welcome mat."

Ox: "You got it bro. Anything else?"

Ron: "Yeah, put Med-lab on alert. Fox is wounded and we're about thirty seconds out."

Ox: "Copy, Fullback is in motion and welcome mat is ready. Ox-Lima-Seven Out."

The Wasps made a hard turn around the corner in front of an abandoned Subway station. Ron gunned the engine crashed through the rod-iron gate. He took on the sharp turns inside the station at full speed. The darkness often only left him with split seconds to act. All the while, the small motorcycles tried to position themselves around the Wasp units only to be slammed into the walls. The subway platform was a welcome sight as Ron opened the channel to the other unit.

Ron: "Hold on, this is gonna get a little close."

Shego: "WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF ROOM!"

Ron: "Don't worry."

As if on cue, a lone subway car shot out of the tunnel at full speed. It was completely blacked out and showed no signs of slowing. The side opened up to reveal a large empty space and two figures flanking either side. One was a mountain of a man with a crew cut and large steel-cable arms holding a huge gatling gun. The other was a petite Asian-looking girl with a grenade launcher primed and ready to go. Without warning, they cut loose. The tunnel lit up as rounds from the Gatling gun ripped androids to shreds. Grenades lobbed overhead prevented any other pursuit. At the final second before slamming into the wall, Ron jumped the Wasp from the platform and landed into the train car followed immediately by the other unit.

Ron took a moment to breathe before opening his cockpit. The others had already opened the second unit and were lifting Kim out. They were curious as to the identity of the second passenger. Ox stowed his weapon and walked over to Ron. His heavy hand almost knocked Ron over as he slapped him on the back.

Ox: "Nice job boss."

Ron: "Thanks, how's Kim?"

Ox: "She'll be fine. Doesn't look like she took any direct hits. I'm guessing that one in the ribs sent her into shock. We'll get her patched up and she'll come out of it in a day or two."

Ron: "Sounds good."

Kim was placed on a small stretcher and was wheeled towards the front of the train car. Her eye caught Ron's and she motioned for ones pushing her to stop.

Kim: "Hey Ron."

Ron (doesn't look at her): "Hey."

Kim: "Thanks, you always come through for me."

Ron: "Yeah."

Just then the door to the front compartment opened. Chameleon, aka Nicholas Hunt, walked through and rushed to Kim's side. He kneeled by her side and brushed the hair from her face.

Nick: "Hey babe."

Kim: "Oh...hey."

Nick: "You okay?"

Kim: "Yeah, it was just a close call. Good thing I had Ron backing me up."

Nick: "No kidding. You go get patched up. I'll come by later to see how you're doing."

Kim: "...ok...sounds great."

Nicholas leaned over and placed a long tender kiss on Kim's lips. Ron tensed up and turned away. With a nod from Nicholas the medics wheeled Kim away. Before the door closed, she looked over towards Ron.

Kim: "...later, Ron."

Ron: "Yeah, later KP."

The door closed and Ron began to take off his gear. When he was done he motioned for Shego to follow him into the other car. Nicholas looked over in his direction with a sly grin on his face.

Nick: "Close shave huh? Good thing you were there to bring her back to me."

Ron: "Fuck you, Nick. I got to go talk to Leon."

Ron led Shego into the other car with his fists balled up into white knuckles. His teeth clenched as he felt Shego put her hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

Shego: "My, my, my. Now this is interesting. I gotta hear more."

Ron: "It's complicated. Now shut-up and follow me."

-To be continued...

Ooooo, scandalous. Ron and Kim not together...again? What could have happened? Is it related to that botched "training mission? Only one way to find out. Write me, review. Just give me some feedback so I can finish the story. Till next time space-rangers.