Disclaimer: Disney owns it all. Kim and the gangs come out to play with me every once in a while. I get nothing in return but your adulation or scorn.
A/N: Please let me know if my scribblings merit the full blown novel I've started. I know I have shortcomings in my writing abilities and have my doubts. Please point out my flaws, I really value your input.
Kim and Ron are being lead on a merry chase by a unknown villain, but who is it? Let me know when you've figured it out.
Chapter 10 Marrakesh Part 3
The limo ride was short. Big Daddy's quiet guest house seemed far outside the city. But in reality, it was only ten minutes from the hustle and bustle of the marketplace in Marrakesh. Big Daddy smiled at the two teen guest seated opposite him.
Ron placed his hands together as if in prayer. He closed his eyes and bowed at the waist. "Mr. Brotherson, the generosity of your time and the use of your guest house is greatly appreciated." he said solemnly. "How may we repay you for this gift you give us?"
Kim mirrored Ron's gestures and said, "Yes, we are most grateful."
Dig Daddy was taken aback but quickly regained his composure. "Your offer will be recompense enough. I am retired now so my guest house sits empty most of the time. The few businesses I own in town provide me with all the entertainment and income I desire. They practically run themselves so my time is mine to do with as I please. It pleases me to play host today and show you my city." A sly little smirk arose as he looked Ron over. "Your thank you and offer of repayment was perfected worded. How did you know what to say?"
Ron leaned back in his seat. "My parents raised me well, though most of my manners are due to Grandpa Possible." He scratched the back of his head. "A little of it came from my stays in Japan." His goofy grin appeared. "Most of it was from the research Kim and I did on the Internet. Moroccan customs are fascinating."
"Yes, they are," Big Daddy said with a light laugh. He turned to Kim. "You really didn't need to wear the jelabas, as stunning as you look in it," complimenting Kim on her attire.
"Thank you for the compliment." Kim paused. "I know I could have come in jeans and t-shirt since your city is more modern now. But since we will be walking around the Old Medina, the old town, and Jmaa El Fna Square, I thought it would be appropriate to wear the customary dress." She smiled. "And I really like it!"
The afternoon started with a meal at the restaurant/nightclub they had previously met in when Kim, Ron and Agent Will Du were searching for Duff Killigan. Afterwards, they meandered through the marketplace. Big Daddy, being the wheeler-dealer he was, got them great prices on all their purchases.
Souvenirs in hand, they returned to the limo. "I thought there was suppose to be quite a few pick-pockets and thieves around the marketplace," Ron said absentmindedly to Kim. "I wonder were they all are?"
Big Daddy spoke up. "I gave them the day off. Besides, they know better than to target me when I'm entertaining guests."
Kim hoisted a second bag of trinkets into the limo's spacious trunk. "I don't know where we'll put all this stuff in our luggage. We barely have enough room for all the gifts we bought in Paris."
"If you'd like, I can have them delivered to your house. I still have a courier who makes a weekly run to the U.S. One stop is in Denver and it's mostly mundane work. A side jaunt to Middleton would be most enjoyable for the lad."
"Your offer is accepted and most appreciated," Kim intoned and bowed.
Ron lifted a third bag into the trunk. "I'm just surprised at all the bargains we got."
"Well..." Big Daddy started.
Kim interrupted, "Don't tell me. You own some of the store?"
Big Daddy's slight smile told the tale.
An astonished look hit Kim. "No! All the businesses?"
"All but one we visited." Big Daddy wrung his hands. "And thanks to your little shopping spree, I will be able to put new tires on the limo."
"Ah... You're welcome?" Ron ventured.
Big Daddy, Kim and Omar were seated around the guest house dining room table. Omar shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He was not accustomed to dining with his boss. Ron started to serve the magnificent meal he had prepared.
"Thank you Ron," Big Daddy said as his plate was filled with various Mexican delights. "Did you know your fame as a chef has started to spread worldwide?"
Ron perked up, his face gleamed at the words.
"Now Ron. Don't go all big heady over it," Kim warned.
Ron's goofy grin reappeared. "Don't worry Kim. It only means more job opportunities when we get out of college"
Kim stood and walked over to him as he served Omar. "That's my Ron," she said after she kissed his cheek.
She walked back to her seat and turned back to Ron who was filling his own plate. "Isn't this the same thing we had on the plane with Henri and Marie?" She added quickly, "Not that I mind."
"Sorry Kim, yes it is," He said meekly. "I couldn't get the temperature of the oven right on the plane and things didn't come out quite right. Try it."
"Ron, the meal on the plane was wonderful." She took a bite of the Enchilada. "Oooooh! This is so much better!" Kim enthused.
"The right equipment makes all the difference KP."
Big Daddy sliced off another bite of his Naco with his knife and fork. "Yes, this is most superb. Your reputation is most deserved."
Ron bowed a little. "Thank you kindly." He turned to Omar. "And how about you, Omar. Do you like it?" The man/mountain just smiled.
Big Daddy laughed. "His doesn't speak. He hasn't since I interviewed him for the position twenty five years ago. But the smile says it all."
"A man of action, not words," Ron surmised. "I like you Omar."
Omar's smile grew and he bowed to Ron. Ron returned the gesture.
"Speaking of reputations, Ms Possible. Your fighting skills are well respected in certain circles. Sixteen style of Kung Fu."
Kim blushed. "Oh, it's no big, but they come in handy when battling my foes."
"Perhaps you'd like to go a few rounds with Omar. He seldom gets to use his skills now-a-days." Big Daddy almost glowed with the offer.
"Well, I don't know." Kim said, unsure where he was going.
"Omar has never lost a fight. You, on the other hand, occasionally lose, or should I say, come to a draw... with Shego specifically. You learn from your bouts. Omar deserve the same lessons." Big Daddy paused for a second. "We can even place a little wager on the outcome."
"If Kim wins," Ron cut in, "Will you tell us who the mystery man is?"
"No," Big Daddy said flatly.
"What?" both Kim and Ron chimed in unison.
"If Kim loses I will tell you who he or she is." Big Daddy was glowing by this time.
"And if I win?" Kim queried slyly.
"I will pay for all the gifts you purchased today." Big Daddy pause, then added, "but you can not throw the fight to obtain the information. I will know if you do."
"How?" Kim asked.
"Ah, Kim." Ron spoke up. "Remember when you tried out for the school play? Sorry to bring up bad memories, but you're no actress."
Kim blushed at the thought of her humiliation that afternoon. For some reason, walking and reciting lines at the same time yielded disastrous results. She shook her head violently to dissipate the images.
"I do need a good workout." She turned to Ron, "No offense, but I know all your moves." She turned back to their host. "O.K. I accept."
Beepbeepbebeep. "Would you please excuse me while I take this call?" Kim asked her host, he nodded. She rose from the table and went to the next room.
"What's the sitch, Wade?"
"Sorry if I'm interrupting," Wade took a sip of soda. "I received another message from Mr. X."
"Patch it through, please and thank you," Kim said in a sing-song tone. It read:
Team Possible,
Again I've decided my target is too easy to obtain. I will go after a bigger target to kidnap and ransom. I will steal the statue of Jesus in Rio De Janeiro, Brazil in two days.
Sincerely,
XXXX
"Henri and Marie insist they take you," Wade said over the message. "They'll meet you at the airport at midnight, your time."
"Can I have a hard copy of the message?" Kim asked, still in mission mode. "I'd like to give it to our host."
A small printer went to work in the Kimmunicator and a paper copy of the message squirted out of the top of the devise. "Thanks Wade. You continue to rock!" Kim walked back into the Dining Room.
"Kim, one more thing," he got in before she disconnected. "Tell Ron that Henri suggests Jambalayas."
"With dirty rice and garlic bread," Ron said, smacking his lips with delight.
Wade beamed. "I heard that. Wade out."
Kim handed the paper to Big Daddy. "I'm sorry we have to rush out of here tonight. You have been a most hospitable and gracious host."
"We can still have the fight." Big Daddy got up from his chair, as did Omar. "We will meet you in the Dojo in, say, one hour?"
"Dojo. What Dojo?" Kim and Ron asked in one voice.
"The one in the basement."
"This place has a basement?" Kim queried. "I never found a door to any basement."
"The door is behind the fireplace in the den." Big Daddy grinned. "Check the book titled 'Secrets' on the mantle. I do like my games."
The fight lasted just over five minutes. Omar was big and strong but no match for Kim's quickness. It lasted as long as it did only because of Omar's size and stamina.
Kim limped over to Ron, rubbing one of her hands. "It felt like I was battling a brick wall, " she cried as she shook out her sore red hand.
Big Daddy joined them. "Very good Ms. Possible. I have arrange for the funds to be placed in an account for this credit card." He handed the card to Kim.
"This has my name on it!" Kim said in astonishment. "How did you... When did you..."
"I knew you couldn't resist the challenge," he said slyly. "You are, after all a Blue Fox. I also know Omar is no match for you, thought I thought he would have lasted a little longer. You found his weakness far faster than I predicted."
Kim smiled. "His torso is a little out of proportion to his legs, so his legs became my target." Kim massaged her hand again. "Besides, I almost broke my hand on his jaw."
"And because of that," Big Daddy said, "I think I owe you another clue." He paused for dramatic effect. "The person is closer than you think." His slight grin gave no other indication.
Big Daddy Brotherson turned and walked out of the Dojo, Omar following on his heels. "You have little time to ponder the clue. You should start packing."
Ron threw his hands in the air. "That clue could mean anything!"
Kim just smirked.
