The white Bell 206 Jet Ranger Helicopter with red and blue stripes racing on its sides soars through the air as it flies over an enormous old growth forest. Inside, the buckled passengers in the backseat engage in a conversation.
"All right, KP," Ron states, "I've narrowed down the most likely people Gill could impersonate without me suspecting a thing until it's too late."
He wears his mission outfit consisting of a black short sleeved shirt, black gloves, black shoes, grey cargo pants, a brown knapsack and a brown utility belt. Kim, who also wears her mission outfit consisting of a black long sleeve shirt that shows her midriff, black gloves, black shoes, green cargo pants, a brown knapsack and a brown utility belt, sighs and gives Ron an exasperated look.
"Ron, did we not already establish that Gill cannot morph into anyone he wants?" asks Kim.
"We established that he didn't morph into you. Which by the way, I'll be scared for life thank you very much. The images are still playing in my head."
"Ewww," Kim says with disgust.
"You couldn't… I don't know… knock me out or something. I'm sure I would have calm down and been more reasonable when I woke up."
"If I hit you in the caf, Barkin would have given me detention and I wouldn't be able to visit this lab after school."
"Oh what would be better, detention or a disturbed boyfriend?"
"Well, I could always find another boyfriend," Kim says with a sly smile as she looks at Ron.
Ron just glares at her. "Just for that little remark, you're going to hear my list of people I think Gill would impersonate."
Kim sighs. "Is it too late to apologize?"
"Very."
"Fine, lets have it," Kim says as she rolls her eyes.
"Rufus," Ron says, "visual aids, please." Immediately, Rufus pops out of Ron's knapsack holding a set of 8 x 10 photos. He jumps into the space between Kim and Ron and prepares to hand them to Kim one at a time.
"First, there's Ned," Ron states as Rufus hands Kim Ned's photo, "manger at the local Buenos Nachos."
"I know who he is, Ron."
"But do you know why…"
"Given that you and I hang out at Buenos Nachos like all the time, impersonating Ned would allow Gill easy access to your main place of snackage. He could easily spike your food with whatever he wants or attack you while you enjoy a pleasant meal because you would never expect Ned to do you in."
"Apparently, you do. Next." Rufus hands Kim a photo of Brick Flagg.
"Brick Flagg?" questions Kim.
"It's unexpected."
"Ah-huh and how many photos do you have?" Kim asks as she snatches the set of photos from Rufus. She rifles through some and then comes across a photo that catches her attention.
"Bonnie?"
"Who would know the difference? They both generally have the same opinion about me."
"That's true," Kim nods in agreement. She continues looking at each of the photos until she comes across another photo that catches her attention. "Why is my photo in here?" Kim asks with a little shock and irritation in her voice.
"Oh… ah… it's not what you think. I carry a photo of you because… I love you," Ron confesses as he smiles at her.
"Ron, that's so sweet," Kim says as her mood lightens. She leans over and gives him a quick kiss on the lips, "But nice try."
"At least I got a kiss from it," Ron says as he still sports his smile.
"Miss Possible, we are approaching the lab," the pilot informs them.
The two each look out their respective windows and they see a grey, large metal structure sitting on a large hill surrounded by a legion of trees. The helicopter flies towards the structure and hovers directly over the buildings helipad for a few seconds before it slowly descends until its wheels make contact with the painted concrete.
"Thanks for the lift, Mr. Hatter," Kim says as she unbuckles her seatbelt. Ron does the same as Rufus jumps into Ron's pant pocket.
"It's the least I can do after you saved me from those rampaging horde of mutant rabbits."
"No, big," Kim states nonchalantly. "They so had no chance since I had an important date I just could not be late for."
"The fur sure hit the fan on that day," Ron chimes in.
Kim and Ron exit the helicopter and walk a safe distance away before the helicopter lifts off and soars up into the heavens as the sounds of its engine quickly fad into the distance. The two teenagers walk toward the exit door to enter the lab when it opens and out steps a slender African American man in his forties wearing brown slacks, white sneakers, a light blue polo shirt, and a white lab coat with a photo I.D hang out of its chest pocket.
"Hello, you must be Kim Possible," greets the man. "I'm Dr. Shea."
"Pleasure," replies Kim. She points to Ron. "And this is my partner, Ron Stoppable."
"Oh, so you're the squeeb," exclaims Dr. Shea.
"Ah, I see Gill remembers me," Ron says.
"Oh, every time I'm in the lab he either complains about the food, his condition, or how you have it all. When he isn't doing that, he describes in horrific detail many scenarios of just how he's going to get you. And let me tell you… ouch! The young man has issues."
"Well he is a mutant," Ron states as a nervous chuckle escapes his lips.
"Yeah, he is," agrees Dr. Shea. "Well, come on. Let me show you the lab and then can you do your thing. How does that sound."
"Spanking," Kim says nonchalantly.
They follow Dr. Shea, who leads them down a narrow metal staircase. They pass several doors marked with numbers that start from twenty and down until Dr. Shea stops at a door marked with the number thirteen. He opens the door and they travel down a clean, white corridor as they pass metal doors that open with key cards and a few large glass windows lining either wall. Looking through the windows, Ron and Kim catch glimpses of other scientists and personnel performing different experiments while they observe and record the results.
"How did Gill respond to his treatments?" Kim asks as they continue to walk down the corridor.
"Not as well as he did the first time," replies Dr. Shea. "That's why Dr. Lurkin transferred him to my lab in hopes that we could have better luck in bringing him back to normal again."
"Why didn't this second go around take?" asks Kim.
"I'm not sure but my guess is when he reverted back to his mutant form it somehow made him resistant to the treatments that were so successful in transforming back from a hate filled revengeful mutant to a normal angst filled teenager."
"It also made him bigger, stronger, some what smeller, and gave him funky new powers like camouflage… and shapeshifting," Ron concludes.
"Ron, just drop it. Gill does not have the ability to shapeshift. Right, Dr. Shea?"
"Well, other than the smell, he hasn't displayed any new abilities since he has been here, but anything is possible," Dr. Shea states as he stops in front of a metal door situated at the very end of the corridor. Kim and Ron stop just behind him.
"I just realize, for someone whose family motto begins with anything is possible, you sure aren't very open minded about certain things," Ron informs Kim.
Kim just glares at him, "Only certain things that are furiously unlikely!"
Dr. Shea reaches into his lab coat pocket, pulls out his key card, and swipes the card in the door's card slot. A small click alerts the three that the door has unlocked and Dr. Shea immediately pulls it open. They soon break the door's threshold and enter the lab.
A spacious room fitted with clean metal counters, advance computers that can analyze gene sequences in seconds, metal shelves lined neatly with chemistry glassware, a few microscopes strategically placed throughout the lab, and a huge metal refrigerator greets their eyes. Dr. Shea leads them to an empty corner where markings on the wall suggest that something large occupied it not so long ago.
"This is where we kept his tank," Dr. Shea informs them as he steps aside to allow Kim and Ron to see.
"So what happened?" asks Kim.
"Well, an order of transport was issued and the lab followed it. It wasn't until later that I discovered that it was a fake order. We sent the delivery truck back to the transport site, but the package was already gone."
"How come it took so long for you to realize that the order was a fake?" questioned Kim.
"That day I attended a conference in Chicago. I left the lab in charge with one of my assistants, who had transferred to my lab a few weeks ago. The order appeared authentic, so he allowed the transport. When I arrived back at my lab, I noticed Gill's absence right away."
"Not a total surprise," Ron chimes in. "You really can't miss him. You know, unless he used his ability to…"
"Ron!" Kim says.
"What? Anything is possible."
Kim just groans and turns her attention back to Dr. Shea, "Please continue, Dr. Shea."
"Well I was going to say that when I first entered the lab I wasn't greeted with the usual complains and threats against Ron's life. Anyway, I asked Steve, my assistant, where Gill was. He told me that Gill was transferred to another lab and he showed me the order form. I saw the signature and knew instantly that it was a fake."
"Whose signature was it?" asks Kim.
"Mine," Dr. Shea quietly exclaims. "Immediately, I went down to the delivery boys downstairs and demanded they go back to the shipping address and retrieve Gill. They returned to the address, but the container was gone." He pauses for a moment. "I don't have to tell you how humiliating this whole incident is. That is why I called you. As far as the outside world is concerned, nothing is stolen. Our clients and benefactors are security conscious. They can forgive slight incompetence more readily than blatant security beeches."
"Aren't those kind of the same thing?" asks Ron.
"Ron!" Kim chides.
"What? Oh sorry." He gives Dr. Shea an apologetic smile, which Dr. Shea responds to with a raised eyebrow and a slightly annoyed demeanor.
Unsettling thoughts begin to form in Kim's mind but she quickly brushes them aside. She'll entertain them later. Right now, she has to investigate this mission a little further and she knows where to look next.
"Do you still have the order form with you?" Kim asks Dr. Shea.
"No, I left it down in delivery and arrival. It's located on level one. I'll take you down there."
"Please and thank you."
Dr. Shea leads them out of the lab and back down the corridor to the metal stair case they used earlier. They descend until they come to the very bottom door marked with a one. Dr. Shea opens the door and they enter a small loading bay. Several enhanced and special equipped delivery trucks remained parked in designated parking places. A few straggling trucks come periodically to fill the few remaining empty parking places as Dr. Shea leads Kim and Ron to a tiny office tucked in the corner. Its thick, wooden door remains ajar and they observe a stout man in his mid-fifties wearing a short sleeve white dress shirt with small red strips, blue slacks, a red tie, and brown shoes sitting behind a fairly organized oak desk. He stares at his computer monitor while he ponders deeply about the information presented before him. The sound of knocking brings him out of his thoughts. He looks up to see Dr. Shea accompanied by two unfamiliar teenagers.
"Hey, Dr. Shea," the man says without smiling. "What can I do for you, besides get your mutant back for you?"
"You can help these two get my mutant back to me," Dr. Shea answers back. He turns toward Kim and Ron. "Kim and Ron, this is Brad Hunter. He can help you with the order form. If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to some of my other experiments. If you need any more information from me, just have your friend on the site call me. Okay?"
"Sure," Kim replies.
With that Dr. Shea smiles and walks back toward the metal staircase. Kim and Ron watch him leave for a few seconds before Kim turns her attention to Brad Hunter.
"Hi, Mr. Hunter," Kim says as she approaches his desk. "We need to see the order form that Dr. Shea left with you."
"Hold on," Mr. Hunter gruffly says.
He picks up a stack of papers next to his keyboard and rifles through them until he finds the desired piece of paper. He gingerly gets out of his seat and slowly walks to a nearby copier machine that has seen better days. He places the paper on the scanner, closes the lid and presses the start button. Nothing happens. He then applies the magic touch consisting of a swift kick to the machine. Instantly, the copier activates and produces a copy of the order form. He lifts the lid, removes the original, retrieves the copy, and carries both back to his desk.
"Here you go," Mr. Hunter says as he hands the copy to Kim and returns to his chair. An exhausted sigh escapes his lips as he leans back in his chair, which moans and creaks in response to his weight.
Kim scrutinizes the piece of paper for a few seconds.
"The men who made this delivery to the given address," Kim says as she lifts her head up to look at Mr. Hunter, "they wouldn't still be here would they?"
Mr. Hunter leans forward and moves his hand toward his mouse. With a few clicks, he checks the sign in log.
"Sorry," replies Mr. Hunter, "Kevin and Rich have not come back yet."
Suddenly a lone delivery truck pulls into the loading bay drawing their attention. The three look out of Mr. Hunter's office window, which overlooks the entire loading bay, to see a young, white twenty something man and a middle age black man exit the parked truck.
"Correction," states Mr. Hunter, "they're here."
"Thanks again for the copy and your help," Kim says as she hurries out of his office to interrogate the two men outside. Ron quickly follows her.
"Excuse me," Kim yells as she quickly jogs up toward the men, "I need to ask you about a delivery you two made a few days ago."
The two men halt their small conversation with each other. They turn to see a young redheaded teenager, who is followed by a young blonde teenager, jogging toward them. She slows her pace and comes to a complete stop in front of them as the young man quietly walks up to them.
"Do you mean the one from Dr. Shea's lab?" asked the younger of the two.
"Yeah, can you tell me about the address?" asks Kim.
"It's an abandoned airfield," answers the older man.
"An abandoned airfield?" a perplexed Kim exclaims.
"Didn't warning signals flashed?" asks Ron.
"Mine did," smirks the young man as he turns toward his partner.
The older man sighs and rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah."
Just then Rufus emerges from Ron's pocket. He yawns and stretches before he travels up to Ron's shoulder. The older man's eyes widen as he stares at Rufus. His heart begins to race and the fears wells up within him until it explodes.
"Ahhhhh!" screams the older man as he points at Rufus.
"Gill's here!" Ron yells. He becomes a tighten ball of alert and readiness as he hops in place changing the direction he faces with each hop. Rufus, unable to keep his balance on Ron's shoulder, jumps onto the ground all the while the older man continues to scream and point at Rufus.
"What's his problem?" Kim yells over the older man's screams to the younger man.
"I have no idea," replies the young man. "I don't know him that well and I think I like to keep it that way." He looks over at Ron. "What's his problem?"
"Do you have an hour?" replies Kim.
"Just give me the short version," states the young man.
Kim just stares at him for a few seconds. "Again, do you have an hour?"