Sorry about putting this story on the back burner for a while. I wanted to finish "Kiss and Don't Tell". Anyways, hope y'all like this update. Please R & R and let me know…

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved within the following story. There may be a few "extras" that I have added.

Chapter 4

Wade was able to get Ron a ride to South America no problem, but there was a slight hitch once he arrived.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stoppable, we don't have a reservation for you in our system." The reservation agent was truly sorry. She recognized Ron from WWN (World Wide News), so she knew enough to try and be polite to him.

"Having trouble, Miss Pembrook?" The MOD (manager on duty) asked, as he stepped up behind her.

"Mr. Stoppable here says he had a reservation in our system for a short Shuttle flight, but I can't seem to find it."

"Here, let me try something." The MOD typed in a new query into the system. "Ah! There you are!"

"What did you… Oh! I should have known. I'm sorry Mr. Stoppable. I should have searched under Team Possible.

"That's quite all right." Ron said. "I'm sorry, but I am in sort of a hurry…"

"Again, I'm sorry." She ripped the ticket off of the printer, and handed it to him. "Gate number 4B. You'll have to hurry…"

"Thanks again, bye!" Ron said quickly as he took the ticket, and took off running towards gate 4B. He arrived just as the doors were closing.

Ron slumped into his window seat, and glanced around the small cabin. It was an older style prop plane, and there were only 10 seats, a row of 5 on each side. There was only one other passenger.

The flight only lasted about an hour, and was un-eventful. In fact, he was able to get a short nap.

They landed on a dirt runway, and taxied to what looked like a broken down old shack. The plane door swung down, and Ron took a step outside. Immediately he was hit with a blast of hot, dry wind. There was a bit of dust, which he inhaled and sneezed.

Then he heard another sneeze from his pocket. "Rufus…! I thought I left you at home!"

"Help find Kim!" He squeaked.

"OK, buddy. Since you're here, you can help."

"Cool!" He squeaked again, giving a thumbs up.

Walking down the steps, Ron saw a jeep parked off to the side, with a rather nice looking young lady leaning against it. She had long brown hair, and wore khaki colored hat, shirt, and cargo shorts. The shirt was buttoned down a bit, showing some cleavage.

"Are you Ronald Stoppable?" She asked as Ron walked past her.

"Uhhh, yes. Yes, I am. You are…?"

"My name isn't necessary. I'm here to take you to the site."

"What site?" Ron asked, a little transfixed by this shapely young woman standing before him. She couldn't be much more than 21, Ron thought.

"A Mr. Wade Load asked me to take you to the Hive site. You do know what that is, don't you?" She was beginning to wonder about this goofy looking kid. And he's part of the World Famous Team Possible?

"Oh, that's right. I'm ready to go if you are."

"Hop in. Oh, and hang on."

"Whoa… haaaaaa!" Ron had just grabbed the handle when she tromped on the accelerator and whipped a U-turn. Ron ended up swinging out of the open sided jeep, but he held tight to the handle on the roll bar.

After he was able to pull himself back in, he sat down and started to calm himself. After catching his breath, Ron decided to try and make conversation.

"So, what is it you do here, Miss…?"

"I told you, my name isn't necessary. But I'm a Runner."

"Huh. I was never that fast. Besides, my legs get tired too easily."

"I'm not that kind of a runner." She said. "Now be quiet. We're almost there."

The jeep turned into a small wooded area, and quickly it became denser with foliage and trees. The trail looked like it was becoming more and more overgrown, and at one point it was almost like they were driving through nothing but bushes.

"Are you sure you know where…" SLAP! A large frond smacked Ron in the face. He lay a hand on his stinging cheek, and turned to look forward.

Suddenly they broke through the dense tress and brush. "Hey… I recognize this place!" Ron said in awe as he looked up at the remains of what looked like a huge beehive. One whole side had been blown out, and there was debris everywhere, along with a few burned out vehicles.

"Here we are."

"I thought this place was supposed to be torn down by GJ months ago." Ron said.

"Oh, they tried. But a few things happened that spooked everyone away. After the last strange incident, they all packed up and left."

"What happened?" Ron asked, beginning to get nervous.

"See that crane over there with the wrecking ball?" The driver said, pointing to what she was talking about.

"Yeah…"

"Watch the wrecking ball."

The huge ball was twisting slowly in the light breeze. Ron watched as it turned, and suddenly something came into view on its side. It looked like a large red stain of some kind. As it continued to turn, Ron suddenly gasped.

"No…"

"Yup." The driver said. "That last accident scared everyone silly. They couldn't get out of here fast enough.

Ron continued to watch the ball, transfixed by what he saw. On the side of this huge 4 to 6 ton ball of concrete, was a stain that was unmistakably blood, but it was roughly in the shape of a large cross! In actuality, it was the shape of a human body with the arms straight out, forming the shape of a cross.

"Well, guess I better look around." Ron said, as he stepped out of the jeep. "You coming with me?"

"Sorry. Got other things to do. I'll be back in two hours at this exact spot. If you're not here by then, I'm leaving and never coming back. I can't stand this place." She quickly made the sign of the cross on her forehead and chest.

"You knew him." Ron said, not as a question, but a statement.

"Yeah. I did." She said with sadness in her eyes. "Remember, two hours." She sped off again in the opposite direction after making a U turn.

Glancing up again at the wrecking ball, it had turned further so that the stain couldn't be seen. Ron shuddered, and walked towards what remained of the Hive structure.

He looked around for about half an hour, and couldn't find anything of use. Rufus had been scurrying around also, and only ended up finding all the grease spots, and muddy areas, making a mess of himself.

Rufus scampered over to Ron, and tried to shake some of the grime off. Ron picked up his Mole Rat buddy, took a rag out of his pocket and began to wipe him off.

Just as he started to do so, he heard the hum of an electric motor. Both looked around the room in an effort to see where it was coming from. Rufus saw something and began pointing and squeaking. Ron looked to where he was pointing.

Off in a corner, there was a pile of debris that was shaking and shuddering, and then the middle of it started to rise. Ron watched in wonder, but he was ready for anything. Anything that is, except for what he was about to see.

A large cylindrical object rose out of the debris and junk. Things were falling off the top, and metal pieces scraped the side as it rose. After the top had risen about 8 feet, it stopped and began to twist, making a terrible grinding noise.

As it turned, Ron could see an opening come into view. It appeared dark inside, as Ron was looking directly into the sun. He shaded his eyes, and saw a figure step out of the opening.

"What the… K… Kim?" Rufus screeched in terror and dove into Ron's pocket.

To be continued…

Mwa ha ha ha ha ha! Sorry…