Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Kim Possible or "Minority Report", although I do claim Trisha Goodwin as my own, original character. All rights reserved to Disney and the creators of "Minority Report". No profit is being made off of this story.

P/L: Once again, Kim Possible answers a call to help save the world. But this time, her heroics lead her to the future where she has to help a future Pre-crime Chief as well as save lives in the process. To slow Kim's progress is an agent snoop named Witwer, a man bent on bringing the Pre-cop to justice. Will Kim save the day or will the Pre-cop be victim to a crime that he never committed?

Minority Report13 janvier 2003

PART TWO VIII. Get a Clue

The Pre-crime cops had already been through the hotel room (in which Leo Crow was "murdered" in) by the time Witwer, Ron, and Rufus arrived. Gordon, the Pre-cop in charge of the situation, had been surveying the scene of the crime with disdain. So far, all evidence seemed to point directly to John Anderton being the murderer. After all, the crime had happened exactly the way the Pre-cogs had predicted.

Ron stood near the doorway, looking about at the scene. As much as Ron wanted Anderton to be innocent and Kim's hunch to be correct, Ron was starting to get the impression that the Pre-cogs were right about Anderton being a murderer. If Anderton hadn't been the murderer, Ron wondered, then why did the Pre-cop flee the scene of a crime and leave behind his gun?

Gordon passed unknowingly by Ron. Gordon had been watching Witwer patrol the crime scene but the naked mole rat perched upon Ron's shoulder distracted Gordon. The Pre-cop paused and looked at Ron with questioning, uncertain eyes.

"What are you doing here, kid?" Gordon demanded.

"I'm uh, with him," Ron stated, pointing at Witwer. "I'm helping to find the murderer in this crime."

"We already know who the murderer is," Gordon hissed. He glared accusingly at Ron and continued, "The problem is, no kids on the crime scene…"

"It's okay Gordon," Witwer said, looking up from the mound of pictures spread across the queen-sized bed. "The kid is with me." Witwer stated with a half-smile, "And the kid has a name. His name is Ron Stoppable."

"Fine," Gordon growled, giving Ron a slight nod. Gordon still disliked Witwer. The snooty Federal agent had been the omen for trouble since the day he arrived, Gordon knew. The gum-chomping agent seemed to be too self-assured, over confident, and most of all, too self-righteous to ever make a valuable addition to the elite Pre-crime fighting department.

Then, as Gordon was looking about the room, he muttered, "We acted too late and now Anderton is on the run again. He took Agatha and now people can get away with murder because only Agatha can foresee future murders."

Gordon turned back to Witwer to see if the agent was listening. But, instead of Witwer listening to the Pre-cop, the agent was busy looking over the pictures; Witwer held an expression of someone in deep, meditative thought.

Looking up from the bed, Witwer glanced at Gordon and motioned him over with simple flick of his wrist. When Gordon, Ron, and Rufus were next to him, Witwer stated, "It doesn't make sense."

Gordon and Ron exchanged unsure glances. Witwer continued, noticing the trio's disbelieving, questioning look, "If you were a child killer, you took these pictures," Witwer waved at the pictures spread across the bed. Witwer then glanced up at Ron and Gordon, giving them an inquisitive stare, "Would you leave them out on the bed for anybody to find?"

Gordon shrugged, supposing, "Anderton might've found them…"

Witwer gave a soft smile and asked, "What kind of cop were you before this?"

Gordon replied, "Treasury agent; eight years." Gordon was unsure where Witwer was going with his questions.

"This would be your first actual murder scene?" Witwer questioned narrowly.

"Yeah."

"I worked homicide before I went Federal," Witwer stated with a small smile. "This," Witwer pointed at the pictures, "is what we'd call an orgy of evidence."

Taking off his glasses, Witwer asked Gordon, "Know how many orgies I had as a homicide cop, Gordon?"

"How many?"

Witwer, still looking at the pictures, walked away from the bed while tucking his glasses into his top right, breast pocket. Witwer stated flatly, "None."

Coming to Anderton's gun next to the broken pane of window, Witwer stared at the small, black gun and scratched his nose. Witwer turned a curious eye out the window and then glanced back at Gordon and Ron.

Witwer stated, "This was all arranged."

IX. Wrong Man

A small white television inside of Lamar Burgess's den spoke quietly of the tragic incident at the Norton hotel. The news reporter spoke lowly, "Today we saw the first murder in the six years of the Pre-crime experiment."

Inside the house the telephone rang. Lamar Burgess stared at the television with a melancholic frown that was brought on by the anxious hours worrying about his friend, John Anderton. Lamar could care less that the phone was ringing. Lamar didn't want to have to answer anybody's call. But, at any case, Lamar knew that his wife, Celeste Burgess would answer the call and send the caller on his way.

Lamar turned his attention back to the reporter. The reporter continued, "Sadly enough, this failure was human. The protection team simply didn't get there in time to stop the murder. But the murder itself happened exactly the way the Pre-cogs predicted it would. I think…"

Just then Celeste came into the room. Lamar ignored his wife's concerned expression the reporter continued, "…today's event put a human face on the Pre-crime system."

Stopping behind the television, Celeste stated quietly, "Danny Witwer's on the phone. He says it's important." Celeste held the phone out to Lamar, still staring concernedly at him. Celeste inquired with concern, "Lamar?"

The reporter's voice carried through the stillness of the room, "Pre-crime has still successfully intervened…in hundreds of homicides…"

Lamar reluctantly took the phone. Lamar questioned in a weary voice, "What?"

Witwer's voice spoke clearly through the line, "There's something wrong. We're chasing the wrong man."

"What?" Lamar questioned, beginning to feel slightly panicky. He hoped that Witwer hadn't found more than what the agent had been searching for. And, Lamar thought, if Witwer did find more than evidence to Leo Crow's murder, the agent would have to be dealt with. Lamar looked up to Celeste and waved her away. If anything, Lamar certainly didn't want his wife to know about what was really going on inside the Pre-crime experiment.

Witwer continued, somewhat in a hurried voice, "I don't want to say over the phone. Meet me at Anderton's."

There was a click and then there was silence. Lamar shut his miniature phone, clutching it uncertainly in his hand. A slow sigh escaped Lamar's lips as he pondered his next action. For sure, Lamar knew, things were getting out of hand!

X. Not an Echo

Ron sat nervously on Anderton's white couch that was adjacent to Anderton's computer. Rufus sat perched on Ron's shoulders. Like his friend, Rufus was equally confused about the situation at hand.

Ron questioned out loud quietly, not wanting to attract Witwer's attention, "I wonder what the real story is." Ron glanced at Rufus as if the naked mole rat would supply him a response. Rufus simply shrugged, grunting his equal confusion.

Shifting his gaze from Rufus to Witwer, Ron saw the agent starting Anderton's computer. Ron questioned lowly, arching an eyebrow at Witwer, "I wonder what his real story is! I mean, from what Kim and Anderton said, it was Witwer who set this entire scheme up, to prove that Pre-crime has a human flaw."

Again Ron fell quiet as he pondered his question. His counterpart, Rufus followed suit, leaning against Ron's neck and lifting his pink chin with four black claws. Rufus then brightened, hopping up and down.

Ron looked quickly to his friend and inquired, "What is it Rufus? Do you know what is going on here?"

Rufus was about to squeak something out, but then his light faded and the mole rat lowered his head and shook his head. Ron gave a disappointed sigh, letting his head fall into the palm of his hands as Ron muttered under his breath, "Now I really don't know who to believe and who not to." Glancing back at Rufus, Ron whined quietly, "I just wished I knew what was going on here!"

Just then, Witwer's voice broke Ron's concentration. Witwer stated, "In due time, kid, all shall be revealed."

"But I want to know now!" Ron exclaimed, surprised at his own sudden outburst.

"I wish I knew too," Witwer replied, giving Ron a half-smile. Witwer then turned back to Anderton's desk and began fiddling with unknown objects on the desk. Turning back to give Ron another half-smile, Witwer chuckled, "C'mon Ron, I know you want to ask me what I am doing chasing John Anderton, right?"

"Perhaps," Ron replied smartly.

Witwer laughed, "I can see that you're a great asset to your friend, Kim Possible." Witwer came over to Ron; an object was hidden in the agent's hand. Sitting on the couch next to Ron, Witwer revealed the hidden object to Ron. The object was a small, black, plastic cylinder. Witwer asked Ron, "Do you know what this is Ron?"

"Um," Ron breathed, looking down at the curious object Witwer was showing him. Rufus gazed down at the object with curiosity. Not seeing exactly what the object was, Rufus crawled down Ron's arm and came up to the object.

"I'd be careful, Rufus," Witwer warned the rodent gently. "This is a drug inhaler. The remaining chemicals in there wouldn't affect us, but I couldn't really say the same thing for a small creature such as yourself."

Rufus backed away from the object. Ron looked from the inhaler up at Witwer and inquired, "This is why you've been chasing Witwer?"

"Well, yes," Witwer confessed. "At least, that's what I originally thought we were chasing him after." Witwer noticed Ron and Rufus's confused looks. Witwer explained, "I was snooping about this place when I came across these drug inhalers. I thought, 'hey, this could be a potential hazard for Pre-crime fighting. I need to investigate this further', and so I did. I didn't know, at the time when I met up with Anderton again, that he was already on the run from other Pre-crime cops.

"When I confronted Anderton about his use of drugs while in an elevator, he held a gun up to my neck and told me to stay away from him. I was still convinced that Anderton was merely reacting to what I had recovered. When the alarm went off and Anderton's panic increased, I then realized what the real mission was."

Ron inquired, "So what now? What are you chasing Anderton for?"

Witwer gave a soft chuckle, "I'm not chasing him anymore. There's no need to. Anderton's an innocent man and I have no interest in chasing a man who committed no crime."

"But what about Leo Crow's death?" Ron inquired. "Didn't the Pre-cogs predict that Anderton would kill him?"

"Indeed, they did," Witwer nodded. "But the one thing that the Pre-cogs didn't expect was Anderton to change the course of his future, and thus prove the Pre-cogs as well as the experts wrong. And he did." Raising the inhaler to where he could see it clearly, Witwer smiled, "Anderton's a smart guy. He knows that he would never commit murder, even if the person was the one who killed his child. Perhaps, Anderton would be nearly driven to kill the person but the mere fact of wanting to see justice in action would stop him."

"How do you know all this?" Ron inquired.

"I don't know," Witwer replied. He gave a small laugh, lowering the inhaler. Witwer chuckled, looking at Ron, "Just a hunch I guess. Trade secrets I learned when I went Federal." Witwer thought for a bit, thinking. Then, reaching inside of his pocket, Witwer pulled out a small rectangular shaped object that was smaller than the palm of his hand.

Witwer stated to a confused Ron, "This is a tape recorder. I want you to record the entire conversation I have with Lamar and don't stop recording even after we're finished."

"Why's that?" Ron inquired, raising an eyebrow.

Witwer gave a small sigh while reaching back into his pocket. When Witwer drew out his hand again, Witwer was holding his rosary that he kept with him at all times of the day. Bringing the rosary up to his lips, Witwer gave the cross a gentle kiss. Then, lowering his head, Witwer rested his head on his hands and took a deep breath.

Watching the agent with concern, Ron supposed, "Oh, I see. It's that bad, isn't it?"

XI. Conspiracy Theory

Kim and Anderton studied the information Agatha was giving out through the computer. Anderton had been copying the information onto another disk and watching the scene unfolding on the computer screen. But the action on the screen seemed to be different than normal viewing. It was almost as if the footage was being played backwards.

Anderton asked Kim, "Does this appear to be copying over, backwards?"

"It appears that way," Kim replied, studying the screen. She thought for a couple seconds before declaring, "This would make more sense if it was playing in normal format."

"This is still the murder of Anne Lively," Anderton stated in a calm, but weary voice. "But it looks to have more information on it than on the other files taken from Containment and Arthur and Dashnell."

Kim smiled at Anderton, "It was a great idea to download information directly off of Agatha, Mr. Anderton! You said that Agatha was the only Pre-cog who could function on its own and what a better way to solve a murder mystery than to go back to its original source!"

Anderton gave a slight laugh. Then he asked, turning to Kim, "How do you think your boy Ron is doing back in the Pre-crime lab?" Kim gave a quiet laugh. Anderton prodded gently, chuckling a bit, "Do you think he and Rufus are keeping a good eye on Witwer?"

"Knowing them," Kim chuckled. "Witwer is already long gone and it's probably them who are tied up. But, at any rate, I should be hearing from them soon."

Then, as if on cue, Kim's Kimmunicater sounded its melodic ring. Plucking her phone out of her pocket, Kim greeted, "Kim here."

"Kim," came Ron's shaky voice and face.

Seeing Ron's quivering and fearful look, Kim immediately became worried. Kim quickly inquired, "Ron? What's wrong? Are you alright? Where's Witwer?"

"I'm fine and Witwer's here," Ron stated.

"But where are you, Ron?" Kim demanded in an urgent, concerned voice.

"Anderton's house," Ron told Kim in a quiet, hushed voice. Taking a deep breath, Ron spoke quietly, "Something's about to happen and it's not good. We need you to come over right away!"

"Ron," Kim started to say, but just then Ron's link disappeared. Kim continued to call out, "Ron! Ron!" but no answer. Looking up at Anderton, Kim stated in an urgent voice, "Ron and Rufus need us! They're at your house!"

Anderton nodded, picking Agatha off the table. Setting the Pre-cog on her feet, Anderton inquired softly to the Pre-cog, "Do you see anything, Agatha?"

"See the fire escape," Agatha whispered. "That's where you're Ron and Rufus will be."

XII. The Murder of Anne Lively

Witwer walked towards Lamar (who had just entered Anderton's apartment). On Anderton's desk Witwer had earlier placed Anderton's gun. Picking the weapon up, Witwer walked over to Lamar and handed the gun over to his superior.

Witwer told his superior, "We recovered this from Leo Crow's hotel room."

Lamar took the small, black weapon. Giving a sad sigh, Lamar remarked, "I remember when I gave this to him back in Baltimore."

Witwer pointed to the seat behind Anderton's desk, "Please, Sir."

Sitting heavily down, Lamar looked patiently up at Witwer, stating, "Tell me what you have."

Witwer took a seat next to the computer. Putting in a small, circular disk, Witwer pointed at the screen and looked to Lamar. Witwer stated as images started appearing on the blank screen, "This is the murder of a woman named Anne Lively." Witwer watched the murder scene on the screen.

From the couch, Ron held the small recorder between the palms of his hands. Ron was nervous about trying to edge the truth out of Lamar. After all, Kim wasn't there to make sure things didn't get out of hand! And, without Kim, even Rufus (a usually stout little figure) was hiding in Ron's pocket in fear.

Lamar, watching the screen with vacant eyes, stated, "Yeah, John told me about this. You got this from containment?"

"Yes," Witwer replied. "This is from the twins, Arthur and Dashnell. Agatha's stream was missing." Then Witwer took the disk out of the computer. Taking out another disk, Witwer blew on it, clearing the dust off of it and put the disk inside the computer. Sitting back down again, Witwer stated, "Now this one is from the cyber parlor. Anderton downloaded this directly from Agatha. And Rufus Riley recorded it."

Witwer then began watching the screen again. The images of Anne Lively's murder seemed to match directly. There was almost no difference between the two video documents.

Giving a slight chuckle, Lamar commented, "It's the same Pre-vision."

Witwer stood up, remarking, "Not quite." Heading up to the screen, Witwer pointed at the water ripples. "Look at the surface wind across the water. Watch the ripples…moving away from the shore. Now the second image…" Witwer went back to the computer. "…this is the one from Containment." Witwer switched disks, continuing, "This is what Art and Dashnell saw."

Heading back to the screen, Witwer told Lamar, "Watch the ripples." Looking back to Lamar, Witwer remarked, "The wind has changed. The ripples…" turning back to the screen, "are moving the other way."

Witwer pointed at the moving ripples and then walked away from the screen. His eyes were locked on Lamar as Witwer continued, "This murder's taking place at two different times." Leaning on the computer desk, Witwer continued, "According to the sentry, Anderton was watching this at Containment right before he was tagged."

"Well, I know," Lamar replied slowly. "Anderton came to me, told me about the missing data stream." Lamar added a slight smile to his statement, "He was concerned that you might find it."

Witwer gave a small laugh, replying, "Well, he was right. I did find it. It was inside of Agatha the whole time." Witwer walked back over to the screen. Staring at the scene going on on the screen, Witwer asked, "So, the question is, why would someone want this erased from the data file?"

Raising his left hand and closing his eyes, Lamar stated in a quiet, patient voice, "Danny…listen, tell me what you're thinking."

Coming back over to the desk, Witwer stated, "I'm thinking that someone got away with murder."

Opening his eyes, Lamar tried to hide his panicky face. Lamar knew that Witwer was getting way too close on naming who the actual killer of Anne Lively was. To try and cover up his anxiety, Lamar inquired in an innocent voice, "But how?"

Witwer stated, sensing the nervousness in Lamar's voice, "Well, Jad told me sometimes the Pre-cogs see the same murder more than once."

"It's called an echo," Lamar cut in.

"Jad called it Pre-cog 'déjà vu," Witwer smirked.

Lamar stated, giving a lengthy sigh, "Well, we teach the techs to identify them and disregard them."

"Yeah but," Witwer gave a soft chuckle. "What if the technicians thought he was looking at an echo? What if what he was really looking at was a completely different murder altogether?"

"I don't understand."

Witwer continued, picking up strength in his accusations, "All you'd have to do is hire someone to kill Anne Lively. Someone like a drifter, a neuron addict, someone with nothing to lose. Pre-crime stops the murder from taking place, haloes the killer, takes him away. But then, right then, someone else, having reviewed the prevision and dressed in the same clothes, commits the murder in the exact same way."

Pointing at the screen, Witwer looked at Lamar, licked his lips, and continued, "Technician takes a look, thinks he's looking at an echo." Witwer waved his hand in front of his face slowly. "Erases it."

Witwer then gave Lamar a steely glare before turning back to the screen. Witwer gave a soft scoff, remarking, "Of course, it would have to be someone with access to the Pre-visions in the first place. Someone fairly high up."

Lamar knew that Witwer had found him out. Judging by the agent's cold, accusing eyes, Lamar knew that it was only a matter of time before the agent leaked word out to the public.

"You can't prove a damn thing!" Lamar hissed angrily.

Witwer gave a small smile, chuckling, "Oh, I think I can."

"How can you?" Lamar questioned, forcing a laugh. "You and your kid friend don't have any proof!"

Witwer gave the director a cold glare, trying to give the impression that there was no evidence whatsoever to convict Lamar Burgess of any crime.

Lamar saw the look of distress in the agent's eyes and chuckled, "Oh, so you don't have any written or documented proof, now do you?"

Ron, standing up, stated loudly, "Yes!"

Lamar and Witwer quickly looked to Ron. Lamar saw the tiny black conference recorder in Ron's hands. A sadistic smile spread across Lamar's lips as the director turned to Witwer and gave the now truly distressed agent a cunning smile.

Ron, seeing the error he had made, quickly added, "I mean, no!"

"Too late," Lamar hissed, standing. In his hands, Lamar held Anderton's black pistol. He aimed it at Ron, demanding harshly, "Hand over that conference recorder and perhaps I'll let you live."

Witwer, thinking quickly, stated, "Why kill him? He's just a decoy?"

Lamar turned to give Witwer a questioning stare. Witwer continued, nodding at Ron, "He doesn't have the real conference recorder." Witwer took a quick, deep breath before boldly stating, "I do." Witwer pulled out Anderton's drug inhaler. The way in which Witwer was holding the inhaler the common eye it would appear to be another miniature conference recorder.

Lamar looked from Ron to Witwer, unsure of whom to believe. Finally, Lamar hissed, "Boy, give me that recording device."

Witwer cut in, making eye contact with Ron, "Ron, get yourself and Rufus out of here. Use the fire escape. Be quick about it."

Ron then began slinking towards the fire door, fully aware of Lamar following his every move with Anderton's gun. Rufus, trembling with fear, dove inside of Ron's shirt pocket and remained hidden in the dark pocket. Ron gave Rufus a friendly pat to assure both of their confidence.

To Lamar, Witwer hissed, "Ron knows nothing of Pre-crime or even what is going on here. He is from the past and thus he could care less what goes on here. But I do know what's going on here. It's me who you want, not Ron or Rufus." Stepping backwards towards the door, stating in a low voice, "So leave them out of it."

Lamar gave an angry growl and fired the gun at Ron. But Witwer was quick and stepped in between the bullet and Ron.

XIII. Psychic Truth

Anderton kept his eyes trained on the road as he made his way through the bustling traffic along the Mag-Lev, the magnetic network of roads used for future travel. Even though speeding was almost impossible, Anderton managed to keep an ever so increasing rate of speed on his Lexus.

Next to Anderton sat Kim Possible. The teenage super-hero was busy talking on her visual cell phone with Wade. Anderton heard Kim discussing with the boy genius, "No Wade, I don't think I'll be able to make it in time for cheerleading practice! I'm really up to my pom-poms in this case! I would really appreciate it if you could somehow get a hold of my dad or mom so that way they could call my coach to let my team know that I can't make it."

Kim went silent for a couple seconds before continuing, "Oh, don't worry! I'm going to try my hardest to get back in time though!" Kim then said, "Oh thanks Wade, you're the best!"

Then Kim closed her cell phone. Anderton, giving a slight smirk, inquired, "Missing something important back in your world Kim Possible?"

"Yeah, school, cheerleading," Kim stated with a sigh. "If only my team knew how difficult it is trying to help people while doing homework, attending classes, and making it in time for cheerleading practice! Then perhaps maybe Bonnie would get a clue and stop trying to make me out as a villain!"

Anderton smiled comfortingly, "I don't know if this will help any, but I don't believe that there isn't anything that you can't do, Kim Possible."

"Aww, thank you!" Kim smiled gratefully.

Just then, the voice of Agatha broke in. Agatha's voice was full of fear and agony as she cried, "…'because right now, the Pre-cogs can't see a thing.'…'you're wrong,'…' I may not be able to, but I know someone who can.'"

Agatha then fell into fitful sobs as she began trembling in fear. Kim turned in her seat to look at the Pre-cog. Kim inquired gently, "Agatha, dear, who's death are you predicting?"

Agatha, gazing vacantly at the back of Kim's seat, replied in a voice similar to Ron's, "'Yes…I mean, no…"

Kim knew that that expression belonged to Ron. Giving a startled gasp, Kim cried, "We've got to move faster Anderton! Ron is in definite trouble! I think Witwer is going to kill him!"

Anderton nodded, but said with a sigh, "This thing only goes one speed and that's the speed limit." Giving Kim an assuring smile, Anderton said, "I'm sorry but there's nothing I can do about it."

Just then, Agatha gave another cry and exclaimed, "'You saved my life, Mr. Witwer…but why?'…'Take care kid…'"

Kim and Anderton exchanged curious, questioning looks.

XIV. Silence

Witwer staggered backwards a couple steps. He had hardly felt the bullet penetrate his skin in the middle of his right chest. The fresh wound sent a flood of crimson blood that began rapidly spreading across Witwer's white dress shirt. The blood traveled freely down Witwer's chest and pooled in the palm of Witwer's hand as the agent felt where the bullet had struck him.

Witwer continued backing towards the door with Ron and Rufus right behind him. Witwer asked Ron between startled pants, "Hey, kid, are you alright?"

"We're fine," replied Ron in a quaky voice. He and Rufus, through all their missions together, had never actually seen someone shot before. And what had amazed Ron even more was Witwer's sacrifice that he had made in order to ensure Ron and Rufus's safety.

Witwer reached out to door handle and gripped the golden knob firmly. Witwer was going to free Ron and Rufus from their captivity in Anderton's house. And, with any luck or perhaps a miracle, Witwer thought, Kim Possible and John Anderton would be outside to lend a helping hand. "But regardless," Witwer thought silently and determinedly, "This kid and his pet rat need to get out of here safely."

Another bang sounded through the room. Witwer gave a small cry of pain as he felt the round strike his hand. Like the first shot, blood began flowing out of the wound. But in this injury, there was less of the crimson fluid. The blood traveled down Witwer's hand that was still clutched to the doorknob. Then, the blood began dripping steadily into a small pool on the floor.

Lamar, edging closer to the two, stated in a malicious, dark tone, "Do you know what I hear?" Lamar pointed upwards, still keeping a steady glare on Witwer. There was a long pause that was filled with an uneasy silence that was mixed with Witwer's short, raspy pants. Lamar continued, "Nothing. No footsteps up the stairs; no hovercraft out the window, and no clickety-click of little spyders."

There was another brief pause. Lamar inquired with a slight, cunning smile, "Do you know why I can't hear any of those things, Danny?" Witwer simply glared at Lamar. The director continued in a low voice, "Because right now, the Pre-cogs can't see a thing."

"You're wrong," Witwer growled, trying to fight off his decreasing strength. Using what little energy he had left, Witwer twisted the doorknob and opened the door wide enough for Ron and Rufus to escape. Witwer covered the two's escape by using his body as a protective shield against any more fire from Lamar.

Lamar hissed through a chuckle, "You know that I can easily catch up with them and take back what is rightfully mine." Lamar watched Witwer fall against the door, closing it. Giving a sniff of annoyance, Lamar continued, "Your death will have been all for nothing. You can't stop what is going to happen."

Witwer collapsed to the ground, sliding against the door as he fell to the carpet. Giving a slight chuckle, Witwer replied, "I may not be able to stop you, but I know someone who can." Witwer added in a dark growl, "And she will."

XV. The Fourth Person

Ron stumbled out the door and onto the fire escape. Reaching in his pocket, Ron pulled out a trembling Rufus. Ron gave the naked mole rat a friendly, comforting pat and spoke quietly, "Don't worry Rufus, everything's going to be okay."

Reaching into his other pocket, Ron pulled out the mini black, tape recorder that Witwer had given them to record the entire collection of evidence. Ron stared at the device, amazed at the importance that such a small device could hold. Right behind him, the door suddenly closed. Ron, glancing over at Rufus, stated, "We need to get this to K.P. and Anderton before it's too late."

"Ron!" a familiar voice called out.

"K.P.?" Ron inquired, looking out at the D.C. skyline. He couldn't see her!

"Over here!" Kim exclaimed from Ron's left side.

Ron, turning to his left, saw Kim in Anderton's red Lexus. Ron inquired, pointing at the car in surprise, "How did you get that way up here?"

"No time to explain," Kim replied. She motioned for Ron and Rufus to get into the car. Kim stated, "You called a little while ago about Witwer. Where is he?"

"He's still in there," Ron replied, pointing back inside Anderton's house. Rufus hopped off Ron's shoulder and dashed inside of the red Lexus. Ron followed suit. Hopping into the car, Ron continued, "Lamar is the one behind Anderton's framing and he's also behind Anne Lively's murder. When Lamar tried to kill Rufus and I, Witwer stepped in and took the bullet himself."

Anderton, overhearing Ron's comment about Witwer, thought to himself, "So it was Danny Witwer whom Agatha was referring to as being the fourth member to help solve this case!"

Ron turned to Kim and inquired in a panicky voice, "I thought no one dies in our episodes, Kim! They only get big boo-boos!"

"No one has died and no one will die," Kim replied with determination in her voice. Looking to Anderton at the steering wheel, Kim asked, "Ready to save the day, Anderton, and put the real murderer behind bars?"

"I'm all about it," Anderton smiled.

Kim told Ron, "Get in the car Ron! We're going to save the day!"

XVI. Kim to the Rescue

Lamar made his way over to Witwer. The director could see the bloodstain on Witwer's white shirt growing larger. Through Witwer's looks of near-death and utter hopelessness, Lamar could still see the fire raging in Witwer's eyes as the agent struggled to remain conscious in order to protect Ron, Rufus, and the mission. Lamar sensed Witwer's understanding of his own sacrifice that he had made in order to protect more human lives.

By now Witwer was coughing up blood and slowly fading into non-existence. But still, Witwer managed to keep a steely glare on Lamar. A jolt of pain ran through Witwer's chest and he shivered at the sudden coldness he was feeling. As much as he didn't want to, Witwer felt himself slipping away.

Wearily, Witwer reached into his pocket and brought out his rosary. Giving his treasure a sad, melancholic frown, Witwer kissed the rosary faithfully. Then, he felt someone's presence in front of him. Raising his eyes, Witwer saw Lamar standing in front of him. It was then that Witwer knew that his time was over; he was done.

Clutching his rosary tightly in his bloody hand, Witwer mumbled, "I'm sorry Trisha…"

Lamar chuckled and aimed the gun at Witwer and fired the last shot.

But, seconds prior, Ron had entered the room and fired the stun-gun at Lamar, knocking the director away from Witwer. And, in the process of knocking the director down, Ron also halted the bullet's path. Like Lamar, the bullet was flung harmlessly back a couple feet.

"Nice save," Kim remarked with a smile, patting Ron on the back.

"Thanks," Ron smiled proudly. Ron watched Kim and Anderton rush towards Lamar and quickly wrestle the elderly man into custody. Hanging back a big, Ron gave a frown as he thought, "I sure hope we came in time to save Witwer."

Just then, there came a thunderous rumble. The rumble belonged to several pairs of jetpacks the Pre-cops had to travel around in. The Pre-cops landed on the fire escape just outside of Anderton's apartment. Fletcher and Gordon could be seen looking through the window at the scene going on inside.

Then, two other Pre-cops entered Anderton's room from Anderton's Lexus. The Pre-cops immediately went to help Kim and Anderton arrest Ron went to Witwer to see if the agent was alright. Ron tried getting the Pre-cops' attention in order to help the injured Witwer.

The two Pre-cops heading towards the captive Lamar noticed the barely conscious Witwer trying to crawl out of the doorway. The Pre-cops noticed how badly injured Witwer was and went to go help him. Scarlet liquid lay heavily in the area around the badly wounded agent, furthering the sense of urgency and immediacy in Witwer's injuries.

The injured agent winced with every movement he made (even breathing) as the sharp, stinging pain in both his arm and his chest made its way through Witwer's body. Witwer felt a throb pounding his head and momentarily blacked out from the pain's intensity, collapsing to the ground. When Witwer opened his eyes a couple seconds later, Witwer discovered that he was being carefully dragged towards the couch. Again, Witwer felt his mind go numb with dizziness and thus fainted for the second time.

Gordon came up next to Anderton. Anderton glanced at Gordon with an unsure, uncertain look. To reassure his old friend, Gordon gave a small smile and stated, "It's alright Anderton." Anderton gave Gordon a questioning stare. Gordon continued, smiling, "We got a red ball and a brown ball. The red one said 'Witwer' and the red one said 'Lamar'."

"But how did you know to come here?" Anderton inquired curiously. Kim glanced up from helping the other Pre-cops secure Lamar.

Gordon continued, "Over at the Norton Hotel, the last thing Witwer told us was that he was going to your apartment to show Lamar something. At that time, we didn't know what Lamar was going to do until we got back to the Pre-crime lab."

Kim, stepping forward, inquired, "But how did the Pre-visualization work in the Pre-crime lab when all the Pre-cogs weren't there?"

Gordon gave a slight shrug. Anderton and Kim looked at Agatha, who simply gave a small smile and turned away from the trio. Kim then turned back to Lamar and stated slowly, "So you were going to kill Witwer because he knew something."

Lamar gave Kim a steely glare but said nothing. Kim continued, an idea suddenly coming to mind, "And because Witwer knew something, you were going to kill him and Ron as well! You figured that the Pre-cogs couldn't see anything so that's why you allowed yourself to come up here and be led through this discussion with Witwer! And then, when he revealed to you your worst fears, you tried to eliminate the source!"

Kim suddenly gave a small gasp as she suddenly discovered the answer to Anderton's question of being set-up for murder. Kim stated, looking accusingly at Lamar, "And Anderton was right on track with the Anne Lively case that Witwer later picked up! You tried to kill Ron and Witwer because they knew too much about that case! When you found out that Anderton was getting closer to the truth of the Anne Lively case you decided to eliminate him permanently from the picture because you knew that when Anderton was caught for 'murder', he would go to prison and never return."

Lamar hissed angrily, "That Anne Lively wanted her daughter back but I knew that without Agatha, none of the Pre-crime experiment would be around! So that's why I had to eliminate Anne Lively!"

Kim gave a gasp, realizing that Lamar was confessing his entire malefactions. Kim stated accusingly, "And when Anderton took up the case once more and came too close to the truth you decided to eliminate him too?"

"Yeah," Lamar growled deeply. "And the plan would have gone accordingly if it wasn't for you stinking kids!" Lamar then gave a short laugh, stating, "But the Pre-cogs' pre-visualization still works! They still managed to predict the murder of Danny Witwer! So the system still works and there's no flaw!" Lamar gave another short, insane laugh. Lamar continued, looking at an unhappy Ron and Rufus, "You can file that in your report kid!"

"Oh go have yourself a future burrito," Ron scoffed, waving his hand absently at Lamar. Ron didn't care how insulting Lamar was because Ron knew that Lamar was going to prison for murder and future justice had been served.

The Pre-cops then took Lamar away, leaving Anderton, Kim, Ron, and Rufus alone in the disturbed apartment. The house fell into an awkward silence.

Then finally, Anderton broke the silence. Offering his hand to Kim, Anderton thanked, "I wanted to thank you Kim Possible for helping me out on this case. I am always in your debt."

"No biggy," Kim smiled, nonchalantly waving her hand at Anderton. She laughed, "So not the drama!"

Anderton turned to Ron and Rufus, giving them a smile. Anderton smoke in a friendly manner, "And I definitely want to thank you two, for being so brave to stay with Witwer the entire time and make sure that he didn't get on my back. I really appreciated that."

Ron gave a slight nod, stating, "It's all in a day's work, you know how it goes." Then Ron thought of another idea that he had wanted to say but didn't have enough confidence to speak his mind. Ron spoke up, "You know, Witwer was just doing his job; as did we all. Witwer had been sent from the F.B.I. to research the Pre-crime experiment and see if he could find a flaw…and he did!"

Ron began slowly pacing the room, taking a serious tone of voice that he rarely used, "And of course, Witwer did find the flaw…and, it was like he had said before, it was a human flaw. But you know, Witwer was just doing his job and he was doing it to the best of his ability! He's just a good natured fellow like you and I. I think we should cut some slack on the name-callings from now on. We need to realize that people are simply doing their job by being arrogant and pompous!"

Anderton snorted a laugh while Kim remarked with surprise, "Wow, is this Ron Stoppable whom I have been listening to?"

Ron blushed, "Well, don't expect that light to stay on for much longer! I have a reputation to uphold!" Ron turned to his pal, Rufus, and asked, "Isn't that right, Rufus?"

Rufus gave a nod and an agreeing squeak.

While Ron and Rufus were engaging in playful conversation, Kim turned to Anderton and said, "Well, we best be getting going now."

"See you later Kim Possible," Anderton smiled. Agatha gave a small smile and waved at Kim.

Then, the Kimmunicater gave its typical ring. Kim signaled Ron and Rufus over to her. Answering the phone with her typical greeting, Kim said, "Wade, we're ready to come home."

"Already on top of that, Kim," Wade smiled. He hit a couple buttons on his computer before giving Kim a broad grin.

In a couple seconds with a brilliant flash of white, Kim, Ron, and Rufus vanished from the room and back to the past.

END OF PART TWO