Author's Warning: Excessive exposure to filler may rot your brain. Thus, the following chapter contains a lot of explosions and people getting beat up. You're welcome.
"Now let me see if I have this straight," Mr. Dr. Possible said, trying to make sure he had been listening correctly the entire time as Kim and Ron had explained everything to him. "This is Drew, but not the Drew I knew."
"Yes." Kim replied.
"Andrew, actually." Dr. Lipsky corrected.
"And he's from an alternate dimension where you and Ron are super villains." Dr. Possible went on.
"I believe the phrase 'super sadistic, psychotic, mal-adjusted teenagers' was used, but basically, yes." Ron added.
"And now, you want me to work with him to help find Ronald's evil double that is running around somewhere." Dr. Possible finished. The look of confusion on his face had not wavered in the slightest for the past ten minutes.
"Quite so." Andrew replied.
"Uhmm, yes." Kim answered.
"Pretty much, Dr. P." Ron supported.
"Kimmie, it's official. This has to be one of the weirdest things I have ever seen or heard." Dr. Possible added, as he sat down in fear of losing his bearings.
"Weirder than that time that Ron and I switched bodies?" Kim asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh yeah." Dr. Possible responded without hesitation.
"Weirder than having a pair of cybertronic Diablos tear through the living room?" Kim went on.
"Yep." Dr. Possible did not seem to waver in his position.
"Well what about that time when all of Middleton was under attack from an army of mutant snowmen?" Kim went on.
"Absolutely." The father of the house maintained his stance against Kim's arguments.
There was an awkward silence that filled the room.
"You know, he's probably right, but I still gotta go for that time when you got turned into a monkey. Major awkweirdness there. " Ron replied after a second's consideration.
"Sir, I realize this is quite a lot to take in but time is against us. Every second we delay is another second that monster has to run around loose in your world. You don't want to know what he's capable of." Dr. Andrew Lipsky replied. The thought that he was however indirectly responsible for whatever damage his Ron might cause had kept him from sleeping all night, and had left him with the burning question of just what would his Ron be up to if not trying to return to his own world.
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"Team Possible. Always a pleasure to see you again, but this is rather unusual. I'd have expected you to call before just showing up at Global Justice HQ." The voice and face of Doctor Director came through clearly over a security monitor outside the warehouse. Twin security cameras focused in on Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable as they stood outside the public entrance to GJ's underground facility, both in full mission gear, each sporting standard brown backpacks.
"I'm afraid this is very urgent Director. We need to see you right away. We have reason to believe that there may be two individuals running around, posing as Team Possible. If we're going to catch these nefarious evil doers, we're going to need your help." Kim replied in her most formal tone.
"Imposters you say? Hang on a second." The monitor screen hanging from the outside went black, allowing Ron to look over to Kim in half shock.
"'Nefarious evil doers'? A little much, don't you think?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Hey, they bought it." Kim replied almost in as much disbelief as Ron.
The main entrance way to the warehouse slowly opened with the sound of a loud, grinding creek, revealing almost a dozen Global Justice agents, each bearing weapons aimed directly at the duo. Before the two could shoot confused looks at each other, each one of the uniformed agents moved in formation, taking up positions completely surrounding the alternate Team Possible, their weapon sights never once looking away from the pair.
"They bought it, huh?" Ron asked with no small amount of sarcasm in his voice. Almost in response, the monitor came back to life, redisplaying the image of Doctor Director.
"You two must think news travels pretty slowly around here. The real Team Possible contacted us last night to apprise us of recent events. We worked out a code phrase just in case and you two missed your cue. Oh by the way, you're under arrest. Now place your gear slowly on the ground and don't make any sudden movements." Dr. Director wore a pleased look on her face as the alternate Ron and Kim both made a disgruntled look with their faces. Moving together, they both slowly dropped their backpacks to the ground and raised their arms into the air.
"Ma'am, one of them has something around their wrist." An agent called out, referring to the strange device that fit neatly around Ron's wrist.
"What is it, soldier?" Dr. Director's query came over the speaker.
"This?" Ron motioned with his head towards his wrist, his arms still remaining perfectly raised in the air. "Oh this has all kinds of fun little user features. Case in point, while we've been standing out here talking over your system, this little beauty has been transmitting a virus back through said system into your mainframe; a virus which, by now, has penetrated your firewall and begun shutting down your entire security system. Your monitoring system should be shutting down on you right about..." Ron seemed to count to himself silently before continuing "now."
Right on cue, the image of Dr. Director faded from the outside monitor. As the agents turned back to see this, Kim took her opportunity to reach into her lush red hair, retrieving two small pellets tied together to a braid running through her hair. In a swift motion, Kim tore the pellets apart and threw them in opposite directions. The pellets broke instantly, releasing a quick acting nerve gas.
As several of the GJ agents began to lose feeling within their limbs for a split second, Kim and Ron, having already turned away from the exploding pellets and held their breaths to defend themselves against the gas, took their chance to act.
The two were a blur, moving at amazing speeds, dispatching guard after guard with incredible skill and experience. Kim leapt up over two agents, grabbing each one by the head and smashing their skulls together as she flipped over them, dropkicking another in front of her. She finally came down to the ground, only to grab another agent and employ a judo throw, tossing him harshly into two more of his comrades.
Ron was no less impressive in his prowess. He moved quickly to disable two armed agents by reaching forward, grabbing one of their arms with each of his hands, and then twisting and bending sharply with terrible power, snapping bones loudly in the course of his attack. Ron then leapt up into the air with a spinning round house kick that smashed across the faces of three more agents.
The fight was over before anyone could appreciate what had happened.
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All throughout the facility, alarms blared warnings to all personnel. Everyone knew what to do. The lights were off, the halls illuminated only by swirling red patterns. Trained and conditioned agents moved to their posts, taking up positions and duties throughout the entire base. The facility was under attack. This situation had been simulated and drilled time and time again, and everyone knew their job. However, this was no drill.
"I want our systems back online thirty seconds ago." Dr. Director ordered from the main control room of the facility. Various agents and technicians rushed back and forth, shouting instructions and attempting to issue lock down procedures. But their systems seemed completely unwilling to comply.
"Director, they've breached the shaft." An agent shouted. A second later, another, faster, rapid alarm signaled off to the agent's side. "They're in the facility."
"Director, we've got intruders in…" a faint call came over a radio transmitter, only to be cut off by static, screaming and the sound of weapons fire.
"People, I'm hearing gunfire and no reports. Someone tell me what's going on! Activate the base security protocols. And get me visuals!" Dr. Director maintained her composure, though her tone of voice would have been enough to scare away the devil.
"The computers aren't responding. The entire security system is locked into a high level diagnostic. Even if we got computers back, we couldn't do anything about it for seven more minutes. Protocols won't engage." A technician responded.
"Shut down and reboot the main system. I want all hatches and exits sealed. Every blast door manually engaged. Where the hell did the two of them go?" Dr. Director's voice thundered even over the blaring alarms.
"Right here." A young voice came from behind.
Dr. Director was able to turn around just in time to see two faces that she once regarded as heroes move in a blur of speed, disabling two sentries with an efficiency that even she had to respect and fear.
"Stop them." Dr. Director's order went out even as the fighting was already well under way. Ron and Kim battled with a fierceness and brutality that was painful to look at. Even as Ron landed a close line style attack, knocking an agent to the ground, Kim smashed her palm straight into an agents face, drawing a spurt of blood as she spun right around and knocked her elbow into another.
Dr. Director moved to take the pair on even as they made short work of her agents. Grabbing a chair, she hurled it across the room at Ron, who instinctively sensed the attack. Instead of dodging it, he grabbed a nearby wounded agent and used him as a shield for the attack. As the chair smashed into the wounded agent's face, Dr. Director charged forward, tackling Ron to the ground, delivering a brutal blow with her elbow across Ron's face.
"That's going to cost you." Ron threatened, endeavoring to push the director off of him by forcing his arm into her neck. Dr. Director instead kept her leverage, crushing her elbow across Ron's face again and drawing more blood from his nose.
"I've been chewing and spitting out punks like you for years." Dr. Director hissed. However, before she could attack again, a thud could be heard coming from the back of her head. The director's eyes went blank, her form falling limp over Ron.
"I can't turn my back on you for a second, can I?" Kim chewed.
"Just get this cow off of me." Ron barked. As the pair rose up, they both moved over to the different consoles.
"Looks like the room we want is about fifty stories under ground. And there's at least ten sealed blast doors before we get to the shaft that'll take us down those stories." Kim called out, quickly pulling up a full layout of the base.
"Oh please. Who do you think created the virus that has got their system all tied up in knots. I can make their systems sit up and beg for me if I want." Ron worked furiously at the console. As he did, the monitors returned to life, displaying images of dozens of armed GJ agents in defensive positions throughout the facility.
"And I suppose you're going to tell me that you can make all of those guards with guns do the same?" Kim cocked an eyebrow.
"Even better." Ron grinned, as he continued working. Within seconds, the base's security protocols engaged. Every vent in the facility came alive, sending a powerful nerve gas through the halls and into every room. The gas' effects were instantaneous, immediately rendering unconscious any person whose nasal cavity inhaled even the slightest amount of the gas. They would wake up again in an hour with a splitting headache, but by then, this would all be over.
"And for my next trick…" With a few more strokes of the computer console Ron smiled, as Kim watched in mild amazement as various blast doors throughout the facility opened up, giving them a clear path straight to their target.
"Guess you really are worth keeping around." Kim smiled seductively before reaching into her backpack, cueing Ron to do the same.
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Twenty Global Justice agents stood trained at the bottom of an elevator shaft over fifty stories down from the main level. Each one had grabbed, or been handed gas masks by their comrades. The base's security protocols had been engaged, but the alarms were still blaring. Only the worst could be assumed at this point. Their duty was clear. Until they received orders to the contrary from Dr. Director, nothing came out of that elevator alive.
Their eyes shifted from the elevator doors themselves to the display over it, counting down the stories as the car descended further and further down the shaft. Five stories to go. Four. Three. Every gun tensed all at once as a slight ding from the elevator announced its arrival at the bottom of the shaft.
A thunderous explosion roared from the shaft as it belched a tidal wave of flame and force. The elevators doors shot out with the force of cannon balls, flying forward and killing four men as they were slammed into the back of the walls.
Agents burned alive, struggling to put themselves out as two figures in breathing masks leapt down from above the flaming elevator shaft.
"Guess you were right. Looks like we did miss a few." Ron admitted as he immediately leapt to the attack, quickly dispatching what few able agents remained.
"Always has to be something big and loud with you. For a ninja, you never were any good at sneaking." Kim shouted back as she too leapt into the fray.
The few able agents fought bravely, but it was a losing battle from the first instant. Many were struggling just to stand back up from having been blasted into the wall when the young pair tore into them, critically disabling most of them in a single blow.
"Oh come on. Say what you will, we haven't had this much fun in months." Ron grinned as he grabbed the weapon of a nearby GJ agent, only to smash across the back of another's legs.
"Thought you wanted to get all wrathful and whatnot. You know, 'burn their cities, raze them to the ground,' not beat up a bunch of government trained goons." Kim replied as she snapped the wrist of another agent before kicking out and disabling another.
"True, but all that gets a little impersonal. There's just something so satisfying about smelling the seared flesh, and breaking their bones in person." Ron snarled as he displaced an agent's knee with a firm kick before coming around and upper cutting another right off the ground.
"That's enough of that." A firm voice came from off to the side. Both Kim and Ron looked up in time to see three figures emerging from down a long hallway that connected to the main room where the battered GJ agents and the insidious pair stood.
"Don't know how things work where you're from…" a second voice continued.
"But these days, Team Impossible works for Global Justice. And that means you two and your rampage stops here." The third finished
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Ron rolled his eyes in frustration even as Kim focused on the trio.
"Well, it's your funeral." Kim turned to the team as she cracked her knuckles in anticipation.