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A/N: I started this story over a year ago and abandoned it for other ventures. I discovered it while cleaning up some files and thought I'd take another crack at it. My novel has been shelved for now, but I hope to continue on it when plot and exposition difficulties have been mulled over and ironed out. There are a few huge holes to plug.
I have thanked all my readers who have left reviews, but I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge there are many more that read but do not review. I respect those that voice their opinions both good and bad, but I also whole-heartedly accept those that read and enjoy, or hate, for the sake of the read. I read a lot and leave very few reviews, it's just my style.
That being said, on with the story.
Chapter 8 On The Road Again, Marrakesh
It was a warm welcome that greeted Kim and Ron as they boarded the charter jet. Henri and Marie gave each member of Team Possible a hug and kiss on the cheeks. Marie readily accepted the few supplies Ron had purchased and brought on board for the flight. Henri smiled from ear to ear when he learned Ron had planned ahead for the repast. Henri told Ron the flight will be short, only two and a half or three hours at most. Both Kim and Ron seemed a little disappointed when they were told this news. Kim more so.
With the groceries stored and Henri in the cockpit, the plane headed for the skies. When the jet leveled off Ron got up, kissed Kim, and headed for the galley. Marie sat with Kim and chatted.
"Why are you not helping Ron in ze galley, Mz. Possible?" Marie asked innocently.
"Marie, please call us by our first names." Kim blushed. "As for me helping, well... as much as I love Ron, that's the amount that any kitchen hates me!"
"M'ai No!" Marie said in disbelief.
"I'm afraid so," Kim's blush deepened. If there was any doubt in Marie's mind Kim added, "let me just say, the last time Ron let me help, I literally burned the water." She sighed and added, "I mean the water really caught on fire."
Ron poked his head around the corner when he heard the two ladies laughing, his goofy grin plastered across his face. "Are you two lovely ladies talking about me? My ears are burning."
"No Ron," Kim smirked. "We're just talking about fashion. If you're ears are burning, you must be standing too close to the stove."
The two woman rolled in their seats with laughter. Ron, not knowing what to make of the hyena's he was looking at just sighed. "Ah, O.K. Lunch will be ready in fifteen minutes." He shook his head in disbelief and went back to his preparations.
True to his word, Ron laid out a luncheon fit for a king in just under fifteen minutes. The Mexican fare was enjoyed by all.
All too soon the flight landed and good byes were bade with promises of more free flights and as many more reciprocal meals.
Kim and Ron gathered their bags and turned to leave the terminal. They immediately ran into a mountain. It was dressed in a black suit which barely covered the muscular body. The red tie and red fez accentuated nicely.
Ron scratched his head. "Dude. Sorry about that." Recognition dawned. "Hey! You're one of Big Daddy's men. The one who likes to play Thud!" Ron said with some trepidation.
The man cracked his knuckles and smiled. He turned slowly and walked away, only to stop at the door. He looked at Kim and Ron for a moment, then exited. "I guess we should follow," Kim ventured.
They exited the terminal and found the man/mountain standing near the rear door of a limo, holding it open. Kim and Ron got in and sat opposite the man they came to protect. Big Daddy Brotherson said, "Welcome to Marrakesh. Nice to see you again Miss Possible." He took a bite of the candy bar in his pudgy hand.
"Is that American milk chocolate?" Kim asked.
"With chewy nougat if my nose doesn't deceive me," Ron added.
"Why yes it is," Big Daddy said with a smile. "I became addicted to it a while back, as if you didn't know. You introduced me to this delectable confection."
"I suppose a person with your connections can get it when ever you want," Kim smirked.
"Yes, yes, that is true." Big Daddy's face darkened. "But all pleasantries aside, let us get to the matter at hand. My life has been threatened by an unknown person and you are here to protect me. Am I correct?"
"That's correct, Sir," Kim smiled. She was back in mission mode and savored the challenge.
Please, Miss Possible." An evil leer arose on the man's face. "You can call me Big Daddy. Or if you'd like, I prefer you just call me, Daddy." The last word hung in the air, lace with an lascivious innuendo.
"Ah, thank you..." Kim gulped.
"But we were raised to respect our elders." Ron cut in with an air of courtesy. "We would feel disrespectful if we would call you anything other than Sir or Mr. Brotherson."
Disappointment crossed Big Daddy's countenance for a moment, but transmuted into a grin. "Very well. But let me state, I did not call you. Your friend Wade was nice enough to relay the threat and let me know you were coming. I don't believe I need assistance. My body guard Omar," motioning to the huge man wearing a red fez in the driver's seat, "is all the protection I need."
"Still," Kim countered, "The threat against you was made by the same person who threatened to steal from the Louvre Museum in Paris. We would like to find out who this mysterious person is and stop him."
"He, or she, is unknown to you." Big Daddy's grin became a smile.
Ron's eyes grew big at the insinuation. "You know who Mr. X is? Tell us?"
"I could, but where would the fun be it that?" Big Daddy chuckled. "He has committed no crime as of yet so Her secret is safe with me."
"But the threats?" Kim said in astonishment.
"Are only threats." Big Daddy sighed, waving them off with a flick of the hand.. "If all the people who made threats were thrown in jail, the world would be a very lonely place, outside of prison that is."
Kim growled but Ron put his hand on her thigh. "Ah, Kim," Ron said gently, "the man is right. How many times have you threatened your brothers?"
Kim's anger waned, giving in to the logic. "You're right Ron." She patted his hand then laced her fingers with his. "So where do we go from here?" She asked their host.
"Well as you know, I like to play games," Big Daddy said gleefully, but with decorum. "You can stay in my humble abode for a few days. I wouldn't be adverse if you were around and the threat manifests itself. I will provide you with some clues as to the person in question."
"Sounds fair to me," Ron said scratching the back his head. "What about you KP?"
"I would like to know who our mystery person is," Kim sat and pondered for a second. "O.K., we accept your offer," she said with finality.
Big Daddy chuckled. "Fine. My first clue is... This person isn't really a mystery man."
There was a pregnant pause in the limo. "Is that all you're gonna give us?" Ron said in astonishment.
"That's an easy clue," Kim defiantly stated. "Our man is actually a woman."
Big Daddy just sat and smiled.
"That is it, isn't it?" Kim queried.
Big Daddy's smile neither grew nor diminished, giving nothing away. After a couple of seconds he looked out the window and said, "We have arrived. "
The limo pulled through a huge wrought iron gate and stopped in front of a two story mansion. The three passengers got out. Ron's jaw dropped to the ground. "This is your humble abode?"
"Not really," Big Daddy said flatly. "This is just the guest house. You'll be staying here. The main house is over there." He pointed to a castle on the hill one mile away. "I hope you don't mind staying here alone. I prefer my privacy."
"Alone?" Ron asked. "Where do the servants live?"
"They have their own homes in town. They come by in the afternoon since I like to sleep in."
The huge bodyguard grabbed their luggage and entered the front doors. "Omar will put your luggage in the Master Bedroom, it is up the stairs and to the right. You have free reign of the house. If you find a more comfortable room, please feel free to move in. There is a car in the garage if you'd like to tour the town. The markets are quite colorful, but be wary of pickpockets and thieves. After all, this is Marrakesh." Big Daddy turned to Ron. "Mr. Stoppable, you might find the kitchen to be of some interest."
Big Daddy returned to the limo as Omar arrived and opened the passenger door. "I will be by at one o'clock tomorrow afternoon to talk further with you two." He entered the limo. Before the mountainous bulk closed the door, Big Daddy smiled at the two teen. "Enjoy your stay." The doors closed and the limo pulled away.
Kim pulled out her Kimmunicator. "We should call Wade and tell him what's going on."
Ron grabbed her hand. "Kim, remember the time difference. What time is it?"
Kim looked at her watch. "I think Morocco is in the same time zone as Paris so it's just after noon."
Ron did some calculations in his head. "If that's the case it's only 4 A.M. back home in Colorado. Wade won't be up for another three or four hours."
A wicked grin grew on Kim's face. "Oh, dear me. What can we do in a big empty mansion, for four hours?" she said in mock horror, her hands cupping her cheeks.
Ron beamed and faked a yawn. "Well, since we didn't get a chance to sleep on the plane..."
Kim was half way to the front doors when she yelled, "Last one to find the master bedroom is a rotten egg!"
"Oh Man!" Ron yelled and gave chase.
A/N: The chapter title could be from a few different sources. There are the Road pictures of Bob Hope and Bing Cosby and I am a fan of Willie Nelson. Right now I'm singing (slightly off-key) along with Bob Seger and The Silver Bullet Band. So, Turn The Page.
