Disclaimer: Here's the sitch. Disney owns a lot, including the Kim Possible franchise. I don't own any of it. I've borrow the characters for my stories, for which I do not get payed. I created Blackout, he's mine. Any question?
Chapter 8 The Rescue.
Kim and Ron are standing behind the HumVee, it's back hatch open. Ron is holding the Kimmunicator up for Kim as she scans the mountain with binoculars. "Wade. You said there's a power signature coming from Mount Jacob about half way up? Bingo!" She see the concealed door, it's camouflages not quite perfect. "I was able to break through the jamming signal and locate the van, but the power signature is strange, almost BeeBee-like."
"Well, if that's the case," Ron said, He reached into the back of the Hummer and pulls out two pair of red sneakers, "we might need these." He handed one pair to Kim and put on the other.
"You said these are ready to go, didn't you Wade?" Kim queried to her Tech Guru. Wade grinned, "Yes, you will be able to take off the Valkyrie 2000s after the mission. To turn them on and off, you simultaneously push the tips of both aglets."
Kim smiled. "You rock, Wade." She closes the rear hatch and climbs into the passenger seat. Ron, in the driver's seat, kicked it into four-wheel drive. They start the climb through the foothills. When the going got rough, Ron taps a button on the console and a hidden panel opened. He punched a couple of number into a keypad and small spikes pop out of the tires, gripping the terrain better. "I think we should go in stealth mode," he said grimly. He punched in a different set of numbers and the forest green Hummer changed color. The now all white vehicle blended in completely on the snow covered mountain. They were almost to their destination, but the side of the mountain was becoming too steep. Kim punched a code into the keypad and a grappling hook shot from the front of the vehicle. The hook dug into the mountain, just above their objective. Kim reached under the dashboard and pulled out a small set of controls for the winch. The winch motor whined a little as it strained to pull the vehicle up next to the camouflaged door. Kim stopped the winch and placed the controller on the dash.
Kim looked out her window and spotted movement. "Ron, the concealed door is on your side, but there's a security camera over here. We'll go with plan # 11. " Ron nodded and fished a small square object out of the mesh pocket on the back of his seat and both got their grappling guns out of their backpacks. Ron set the timer on the object, rolled down his window and tossed it onto the snow covered hidden door. Ron flipped a switch on his door arm rest and a small panel opened. He placed his finger on a tiny toggle in the hidden compartment. "Ready K.P." She gave him a little kiss, "Just for luck," she said.
A few seconds went by, then BOOM! The small explosive Ron had placed, blew up. The door to the mountain has a gaping hole in it. Ron quickly hit the toggle switch when he didn't hear any rocks or debris hitting the side of the Hummer. The door opened the wrong way. It swung from front to back creating a platform for Ron to climb out onto. He fired his grappling hook above the hole in the side of the mountain. Kim leaned out the door and fired her gun. They both launch out of the Hummer and in through newly created entry to the mountain. As both swung in to the room, they rolled and came up in a fighting stance.
Kim quickly glanced around the room. It didn't reveal much. She saw the minivan and a table where her father was sitting with Drakken looking over his shoulder. She thought she saw a third person dressed in black. But now couldn't spot him anywhere. Ron reached into his backpack and pulled out another small explosive charge. He hurtled it, as far as he could, into the back of the cave. Kim raced, aided by the super shoes, for her father and noticed the control chip on his forehead. When she got to the table, a large explosion erupted where Ron had thrown the small grenade. Ron came zooming in with a flying kick aimed at Drakken. Drakken went hurtling over the table into a side wall. Kim, in one smooth motion, grabbed her father and swiped the chip off of him. The three, Mr. Dr. P. with Kim on one arm and Ron on the other, raced off to swiftly escape. They climbed into the Hummer and Ron flipped a series of switches, below the keypad, in the hidden panel on the dash console. This caused four things to happen. 1. The driver's door slammed shut. 2. Racing harness straps engulfed the three, pinning them to the front seat. 3. Helmets emerged from behind the front seats and were placed on everyone's heads. And 4. The spikes in the wheels retracted.
Kim grabbed the winch control off the dash saying, "Everybody ready?" Ron flipped one last switch. He and Mr. Dr. P. tuck their head into their chest and grabbed the harnesses near their chests. Kim slammed her fist onto a big red button at the bottom of the control and braced herself. Air bags deployed all around the inside of the Hummer as the winch cable let go with a snap. The HumVee, giving in to gravity, slid backwards and started to tumble down the mountain, ending up on it's side three thousand feet below.
The air bags, having done their job, retracted back into their compartments. Slightly shaken, Ron assessed the situation. He typed a long series of numbers into the keypad. The front and rear side quarter panels of the Hummer, the ones laying on the ground, slammed outward righting the vehicle. Ron deployed the tire spikes, slammed the shifter into gear and stomped on the gas. "The GPS shows there's a fire road just over this ridge." he said, then took a deep, cleansing breath.
Kim unhooked her racing harness and wrapped her arms around her father. "Daddy, are you alright?" she squeaked, her voice breaking. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. "Kimmie-cub." Dr. P. grabbed his daughter and returned the hug as best he could, still being restrained by the harness. She sat in his lap, one arm curled around his neck. Her free hand started to undo the harness. "I'm alright now. Thank you." He kissed her on the cheek. He turned slightly and slapped Ron on the arm. "And Thank You too, Ronald!"
The vehicle bounced as it climbed a small gully and settled onto the fire road. "No problem, Mr. Dr. P." Ron chimed and let his grip of the wheel ease a little with the slightly smoother roadway. "Ronald?" Dr. P. said harshly. Ron looked sheepishly at him, "Sorry, old habits are hard to break...Dad. But I would prefer to still call you Mr. Dr. P. until after the wedding this summer. I mean, I don't want to jinx it," he added quickly. Dr. P. looked at the boy sternly for a moment. "O.K., but after the wedding..." "You got it," Ron said happily.
Kim slid off her father's lap and back into her seat, buckling in. Dr. Possible fastened his seat belt too, as they connected with a main road heading back into town.
A/N: I know what some of you are saying. Where's Rufus? I speak no naked mole rat so it's hard to write dialog for him. F.Y.I. I read that the life span for a mole rat is around 25 years. A one year old was captured in 1974, and kept in captivity until it died in 2002, the oldest known mole rat.