Both teams tensed as they bore stares into each other, each side poised and ready for combat. All around them, alarm klaxons filled the air, the rooms on every corridor lit by emergency lights.
"Team Impossible?" Ron asked in disbelief. "You know we've got you guys where we're from. Only ours are actually… you know, scary."
"You guys have no idea who you're messing with." Kim sneered.
"Team Possible," Dash began.
".. from an alternate world." Crash continued.
"We know." Burn finished.
"Too bad you have no idea what you're in store for." Ron threatened.
"Kim's an expert in multiple combat techniques, most notably kung fu." Dash announced.
"While this Ron has mastered his command over Monkey Kung Fu." Burn went on.
"We know." Crash assured.
"News really travels fast around here." Ron grumbled to himself. He turned to Kim, who merely wore a confident grin.
"Team Impossible is now directly employed by Global Justice, whose facility, you two have attacked." Dash announced in his most formal tone yet.
"You are under arrest. Either come along quietly…" Crash went on.
"… or we will be forced to employ direct methods to assure your capitulation." Burn finished.
"In other words, we'll make you." Dash clarified.
"Let me make something clear for you boys. Right now, you are standing between us, and the room down the end of that hallway. Right now, you are safer swimming in a pool of piranhas, drenched in meat sauce, then where you are currently standing. Right now, you are in our way." Kim announced.
"I really wish there was another way." Dash half apologized.
"Really?" Ron asked.
"No." Dash responded.
"We still have to say that anyway." Crash explained.
"Protects Global Justice from liability." Burn finished.
"Can we just get on with it?" Kim asked through gritted teeth.
Burn was the first to leap into action, somersaulting straight into the air, aiming straight for Ron. Even as Ron dodged the attack, Kim turned to see both Dash and Crash moving around to flank her.
Crash moved in first, wielding his energy fork, but Kim ducked a swipe from the energy weapon, before kicking up and knocking the weapon out of the GJ agent's hand. Even as she brought herself to stance for another attack, Dash leapt at her from her unprotected side, knocking her to the ground with a drop kick.
Burn shot a barrage of fists at Ron, who continued to dodge each of them with casual ease. Ron ducked another such shot, only to somersault over Burn this time, his hand reaching down and grabbing the back of the agent's shirt as he went over head. As Ron landed upright, finally bringing his feet firmly on the ground, he used his own momentum and strength to lift and hurl Burn through the air, sending the hero to crash painfully into the side of the wall.
Kim kicked out straight into Dash's stomach, then, moving in flow with her own momentum, used the hero's stomach for support as she leapt up and back over Crash who moved to strike against her from behind. Kim landed just in time to swipe Crash straight off his feet. As the GJ agent regained his footing, he struck out with a haymaker that Kim quickly ducked before releasing a jaw crushing uppercut across Crash's face. The battered hero fell to the ground, leaving only Dash left standing before her.
Burn struggled to leap to his feet, only to find Ron at his side, kicking out in a very precise spot, knocking Burn's left leg joint out of place with a loud crack. As the blue and yellow clad man screamed out in pain, Ron's tensed fingers struck through the air towards the agent's throat, drawing a spit of blood from the agent's mouth as he felt himself close lined painfully to the ground.
Kim and Dash moved with almost super human speed and agility as they fought, attacking and defending with speeds most would find impossible to keep up with. Dash was determined to keep a tight defense. He remembered how well the original Kim Possible had singly handedly dispatched their entire team once before. He would not allow that to happen again. Even as Kim kicked out, Dash caught the foot between his hands, only to kick out himself, knocking Kim to the ground. Yet Kim was back on her feet in an instant, forcing Dash to press his attack with a series of jabs, each of which Kim managed to dodge.
As the two fought, Crash managed to force himself, rather uneasily, back up to his feet, blood gushing from his nose. Grabbing his laser fork, he steadied his gaze on Kim Possible, even as she landed a brutal roundhouse to his teammate. Drawing the weapon to a readied state, he moved to attack his seemingly unaware opponent, only to be crushed into from the side by a drop kick from Ron Stoppable. The agent hit the floor hard, punctuated by a small number of cracks from within his own body.
"Those were the three least important bones in your body. Unless you want me to go on, stay down." Ron threatened.
Even as Crash grabbed as his backside in pain, Ron looked up at the fight displayed before him.
Dash wiped the blood off from beneath his nose, barely managing to dodge another kick from his opponent. He attempted to swipe her feet out from underneath her, but Kim easily leapt back over the attack, then, touching down on the floor long enough to build up tension within her muscles, leapt back forward with a flying spin kick that knocked Dash out hard to the ground.
Each one of Team Impossible moaned and groaned from their injuries, not one of them rising up for a renewed battle.
"Pitiful." Kim spit down on Dash's battered face.
"Not even worth a morning work out." Ron dug his foot a little harder into the back of Crash, before reaching down for his backpack and then continuing down the hallway from which Team Impossible had emerged, prompting Kim to follow.
"How much farther?" Kim shouted over the blaring alarms as she and Ron ran side by side down the dimly illuminated brown stone.
"There." Ron's eyes lit up as he saw the hallway widen and expand, leading straight to an enormous metal wall blocking their path. The wall itself was solid and thick, just by appearance. Steel that had not been disturbed forcibly ever, bearing only the slight decay of time with barely visible edges that indicated it was actually a massive doorway, but one that would likely not open willingly to the pair.
"Great. Well this isn't budging." Kim noted as she lightly tapped her wrist against the side, determining the enormous door to be at least five feet thick. "Don't suppose you brought a key?"
"Why am I always the one with the answers? Thought this was your team anyway?" Ron muttered, even as he moved over to a small metallic hatch off to the side of the massive doorway. As Ron drew it open to reveal a panel with a series of number keys and a display screen prompting him for his personal ID code, the blond haired villain began activating assorted controls on the side of his wrist device.
"Hey, you're the one with massive enhanced IQ remember? Otherwise, I'd just beat Wade till he opened it." Kim shot back, even as she watched Ron draw a slight cord from within his wrist device, moving it until it magnetically attached to the side of the panel, scanning and processing data. "By the way, when are you going to come up with a name for that thing anyway?"
"What the hell do you want me to call it? A Ronnicator?" Ron asked incredulously as the very device drew up the proper codes that he needed. Confidently, Ron began pressing a series of numbers in proper order. On cue, the enormous door let out a massive hiss as air flew out right into Kim and Ron's faces. The pair tried to fan the stale air from their faces with their hands as they entered.
"So, this is where it happens huh?" Kim asked as her eyes went wide at the sight before her.
"Yep. This is 'The Lab'." The Lab was mostly only a rumor as far as the super villain community was concerned. Everyone knew that Global Justice had, with few exceptions, made a long standing policy of disposing of every destructive super weapon that they ever confiscated, whether by themselves or with the aide of Team Possible. What only a few had come to believe was that Global Justice actually took the time to carefully analyze and study some of the more advanced, and deadly, technologies they confiscated before reducing them for scrap.
"There's enough hardware here for a dozen super cannons." Kim's eyes were tantalized by enormous shelves of carefully stored and catalogued equipment. Spare parts and pieces were delicately arranged over a series of tables throughout the room, and a half assembled/disassembled machine of some kind, with tags indicating it had been confiscated in St. Louis months ago stood tall in the middle of the room.
"Too bad you're not going anywhere with any of it." Dr. Director's voice suddenly echoed throughout the room. Kim and Ron turned about to see her face being broadcast clearly through a monitor hanging down from the ceiling. Even as she spoke, as if on cue, the enormous metal door through which the duo had entered grinded down, closing shut and sealing the two inside. "Congratulations you two. You just managed to trap yourselves inside our deepest, most heavily shielded room in the entire base. There's no way out except through the huge steel door that just locked you in and all of the equipment in there comes with some assembly required! Make yourselves comfortable because you're not going anywhere."
Kim and Ron smiled widely at each other as they turned back to the monitor.
"Oh gosh no. We're trapped." Kim called out mockingly.
"Goodness. We didn't plan that far ahead." Ron rolled his eyes, following Kim's lead.
"It's too bad we didn't have an escape plan for getting out of here." Kim continued in their little performance.
"Spare me your overconfident dramatics. You're a total of over fifty stories beneath solid earth. Unless you both brought shovels, you're flat out of luck." Dr. Director was unfazed by the pair's performance.
"Yeah. Man if only we had found some way to rig some kind of interdimensional portal to operate via remote and open up right inside the vault on command so that we could just walk right out on our own with as much as we and our goons could carry." At this, Ron produced his aforementioned remote. "Oh wait… well you can guess the rest."
As Ron pressed down on the remote, another blue and white vortex of light appeared, this time within the room, its event horizon perpendicular to the floor instead of parallel as in the past. Right on cue, ten red dressed thugs emerged from vortex, lead by Shego.
"Alright guys. You've got your lists. Go shopping." Shego shouted as the men began moving across the Lab, carefully selecting pieces of technology not found anywhere else on the planet as if they were mere items in a super market.
"You won't get away with this!" It was an empty threat, but it was all Dr. Director had power to issue as she watched helplessly while her facility's most valuable laboratory was looted before her very eyes.
"Oh, gee. Too bad. You know, you could probably get someone down here to stop us, if most of your thugs weren't already gassed, and I hadn't already reset the locks on that big steel door." Ron grinned as he watched the different items being lifted onto large carts before being moved back through the bright blue vortex in the center of the room.
"Well, it has been fun," Kim waved as she watched the last of the thugs carrying away the equipment they needed, "but we've got places to go, death and destruction to reign."
"We'll keep in touch, I'm sure." Ron smiled as he grabbed Kim by the waist, the two casually walking towards the vortex, following Shego as the last ones out, before the very vortex closed right behind them, sealing the fate of the entire planet with it.