Totally Filler
Put this picture into your head.
You're a genius. Not one of those common geniuses, your not all that stand-out-ish either, but, more-so than most geniuses. You don't get out much, and when you do, it's usually in the form of a hologram. You graduated high school when you were six, college when you were eight, and had four masters by the time you were ten. Just when you decided that you were going for your fifth masters degree, ya' know-for kicks, a government agency shows up at your house, demanding that you come work for them.
How can you say no?
Well, you don't.
For about a year, you make various gadgets and non-violent weapons for this organization. And one day, your searching the web, ya' know-for kicks, you stumble upon Kim Possible. 'She Can Do Anything', her website says. So, you try it out, and make a hit. She responds.
You tell the government agency that you work for about her, and they love her. They love her so much, they make her an honorary agent, and you her handler.
For the first time in your life, you feel as if the knowledge that . . . someone up their . . . gave you, is finally going to good use. Your mother's happy that you've made friends that she can see, and your father's just happy the government agency pays for your electric bill.
Three years later, it's over.
"Wade, tell me there's a loop hole . . ."
"I'd love to Kim, but I have a guy from law school looking it over, and he's the best around, he can't find anything."
"Well, there has got to be something!"
"No, Ron. They've deleted us completely from their files, except from the retired section. You put any of our names in their database; the only thing that comes up is some kind of prototype based off of Rufus."
Kim flopped down on her bed, and screamed into a pillow. Ron watched her as she threw the pillow at the end of the bed.
"Thanks Wade," Ron said, moving to the computer, "tell us if you've got anything."
"Sure thing."
The Kimunicator shut off. Ron got this eerie feeling, like it was the last time he'd see the little screen power down. He sat it down, and sat himself down in Kim's computer chair, facing her. She had pulled up her knees to her chin.
"What do we do now?"
Kim looked up, "Go to college. Study what we were gonna study, and get some kind of job at the CIA. At least . . . that's me. I couldn't NOT do this type of work. But . . . I mean . . ." she sighed, and threw herself down again. "This is SO wrong."
"Well, you can go to college."
Kim flipped her hair back, "What?"
"Global Justice was my ticket to college."
"What about all those Naco royalty checks?"
"Well, after the first one-and Dad found out what happened to it, and he took the rest of the checks, and he put them in this bond thing. The checks go directly into it too. Me and Dad tried all last night to get access, but no." here he threw his hands up, and said this next part in a deep voice, "Not until I'm twenty one."
Kim sat up, "So this means we're not going to Upperton University?"
"OH!" Ron moved to Kim's bed, "You are going." He grabbed her arms and held her still. "I'm the one not. YOU ARE GOING."
Kim was quiet for a just a second, "Not without you. Boyfriend or not, I wouldn't go. I couldn't. Not without you."
"KP . . ."
"RS . . ."
"It's just not the same. . ."
"Don't change subjects."
Ron sighed, "Kim."
"We've always said that we'd get the co-ed dorms. And, if we hadn't killed each other by sophomore year, we'd get an apartment."
Ron ran his hand threw his hair, "Kim."
"I could get my parents to pay for you! It's perfect! By the time we're done with college, you bond-thingy will be open and you can just pay them back! You had more than enough in the first check alone!"
"Kim, I don't want to ask your parents for money."
"You're not going to." She kissed him. "I am."
Kim walked downstairs, and found her parents talking to an extremely blonde woman in her living room.
Her mother noticed her and set up straight, "Kimmi! Speak of the devil! This is Director Halibut, she's come to tell your father and I about . . . your . . . um . . . honey," she turned to her husband, "why don't you take over."
"What your mother is trying to say Kimmi, is Director Halibut has informed us of your . . . um . . ."
"See!" Mrs. Possible cut in, "It's harder than you thought it would be!"
Kim rolled her eyes and turned to Director Halibut, "Do you work for Director Goose?"
"No."
Ron's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "Then why are you here? Goose was in charge of the Junior Agents . . . people." He looked at Kim, "volunteers . . . yeah, gunna shut-up."
Director Halibut turned towards Kim smoothly, and said evenly, "Director Goose likes to think that she's the mother, you could say, of our . . . younger Global Justice members, but, one thing that little brunette needs to get into her head is this pure and simple fact, she's not."
"What?" Ron yelled.
"Don't get me wrong. She is head of the Junior department, she just doesn't mother the way she thinks she does."
"Not gettin' it," Kim said, switching her weight from one hip to the other.
"She doesn't set facts straight," Director Halibut trailed, she flipped her hair over her shoulder, and crossed her legs, "You two, weren't actually working for Global Justice, but Wade worked for GL long before anyone in my department knew you even existed."
"And what department is that?"
Director Halibut turned her head to look at Mr. Possible, "I am head of Human Relations, we are in charge of civilian acts, and our agent's families."
"But you just said that we weren't agents," Ron stated.
"True. But Wade Load is. We allowed him to work and act as your handler as a . . . job interview."
"Then why did you fire him?"
"Oh, goodness, no. We didn't fire HIM. His contract is a good fifty years."
"Then why are ours only three?"
"You two were also under contract, through Wade. By saying that you wanted to work with Wade, who is one of our agents, we had to create a contract that you had to abide. You have, wonderfully actually, but unfortunately, GL was only using you. We didn't want agents, we still don't. We have plenty-more than we can keep up with actually-so we don't need you."
Kim took a second, and took a deep breath, and took a look Ron, then her parents, then back to Director Halibut, "What else did out contract say?"
"I'll read it to you," she leaned down to the coffee table, and grabbed a piece of paper. "By working with WADE LOAD, a Global Justice desk agent, I, KIM POSSIBLE, agree to the terms and regulations set by Global Justice and I realize that these terms and regulations are available at my request at any time that I, KIM POSSIBLE, should ask. Upon a request of asking for Global Justice terms and regulations, I KIM POSSIBLE, must pay four cents a page for a copy of terms and regulations. I, KIM POSSIBLE, also agree to a term limit of THREE YEARS. Within these THREE YEARS, I, KIM POSSIBLE, agree to abide by the terms and regulations set by Global Justice. When the span of THREE YEARS has passed, I, KIM POSSIBLE, are aware that I, KIM POSSIBLE, have no further employment at Global Justice, also, I, KIM POSSIBLE, am aware that when the span of THREE YEARS has passed, I, KIM POSSIBLE, am no longer allowed to have contact with WADE LOAD in a work-related, this includes work that WADE LOAD has or will ever do for Global Justice, situation." She leaned back down and laid the contract back on the coffee table. She looked back up to Kim, who stood still.
Kim leaned back on Ron, "Um . . . I don't remember signing that."
"As a part of the terms and regulations, you don't have too."
"So," Ron started, "Global Justice could basically control my life without me having any say in it?"
"Yes."
"That is so wrong."
"So," Kim started, "What do I do now?" mimicking Ron's earlier question.
"Go to college, do what you wanted to be when you were a little girl. Surely you didn't want to grow up to be an intelligence agent."
"Yeah, actually . . ." Ron pointed up, "When I first met her, that's what it seemed like she was destined to do."
Kim smiled up to Ron, "Really?"
Ron nodded.
"Do you have any more questions?" she flipped her hair again.
Mrs. Possible saw the look on her daughter's face, and decided, right then, "I think you should leave."
Director Halibut nodded, collected some papers from the coffee table, put them in her briefcase, she walked toward Kim and placed her hand on her shoulder, "Kim, I am very sorry. But I must stress, you cannot work with Wade, or any other Global Justice agent. GL will NOT tolerate it. You can no longer work under the name of Global Justice. Do you understand?" Kim nodded. "Good," she smiled at Ron, "Stoppable."
Ron smiled, "You know my name."
"I read your file on the way over here." She turned to look at Kim and then back to Ron, "It's about time, is all I got to say."
Kim blushed.
"I'll show myself out. Thank you, Mrs. Possible, for allowing me this time with you and your family, Mr. Possible."
She walked out the front door and grabbed for her cell phone, and dialed a familiar number. Half way to her car, the person on the other end answered.
"Seila! Hi! It's Director Halibut," she got her keys out of her briefcase, "Yeah, is Goose in?" She unlocked her door, "Please." She got in her car and threw her briefcase in the passenger seat and sat behind the wheel.
"Goose, its Halibut. Team Possible now knows for sure they can no longer work for GLOBAL JUSTICE." She turned on the ignition, and smiled as the engine roared, "Everything is good to go."
Hey! All you people out thier that leave reviews, and those that don't . . . it's fine . . . kinda, because I'm ashamed that to say that I have done that too-read a story and didn't review.
ANYWAY! Some of you had some concerns in your reviews, and I decided that I was going to ease your worries.
userx- Yes, well . . .NO ON 65! I tried, and I like to put allusions like that in here and there, so, keep an eye out.
incredirader8- You're on to something. Maybe you'll reel in another one in this chapter . . . hehehe.
KPR- Ok, so I know you're confused, I hope that you figured out, or I explained enough in this chapter . . . but remember . . . you're not supposed to know what happens yet.
Um . . . until next time . . .
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