"I'm telling you Dr. Director," a frustrated Wade says, "Kim's in trouble." His image takes up half of GJ's command center's main screen while a satellite image of the Possible home fills the other half.
"Wade, all I'm seeing is a placid scene. There is no sign of anything foul. Besides, my two agents haven't called in yet."
"And I have the feeling that they're not going to for a while." Wade pauses pensively before a notion hits him. "Have you checked your satellites? They could have been tampered with."
Dr. Director walks up to a seated agent manning a computer console. "Check on our satellites, Agent Gibbs," Dr. Director orders.
"Yes, Doctor," replies Agent Gibbs as he quickly initiates a system's check.
"Agent Web, contact our field agents over there," Dr. Director orders another agent wearing a headset sitting a short feet away at the communication station.
"Yes, Doctor," replies Agent Web, who quickly starts to contact the two field agents.
"Doctor," says Agent Gibbs, "system's check is complete and there seems to be a pirate signal piggybacking our satellite signal."
"Can you pinpoint it?"
"I all ready have, Doctor. It's emanating from the Possible house… twenty feet away."
"Doctor," Agent Web chimes in shaking his head, "they not responding."
"Okay," Dr. Director says, "this doesn't bode well."
"I'll save the told you so's for later," Wade says.
"Much appreciated," Dr. Director says to him. She quickly presses her wrist communicator. "Agent Du, initiate code red."
Agent Du stands near the tubes, along with a group of armed agents. "Yes, Doctor." He turns to his comrades and shouts, "Code red."
Immediately, they rush pass him and enter, one at a time, the tubes and instantly get sucked up. He waits for a few moments until he alone remains before stepping into a tube and getting sucked away.
Back at the command center, Dr. Director presses her wrist communicator once again. "Agent Jackson," she says, "code red."
In the hanger, a red headed female agent receives the order over a loud speaker. She stands with four other agents. "All right, you guys. It's time to fly."
They run toward five, small hover jets. Soon, the massive overhead doors of the hanger slowly open revealing the starless night sky. Within minutes, each hover jet, one at a time, exit the hanger and make their way to Middleton.
Standing over the motionless bodies of the Possible family, the man reaches into his pants pocket and pulls out a small remote. He presses a button before making his way to the kitchen.
Need to get some ice. Man, she is a lot stronger than she looks.
Outside, the hood of the van suddenly closes. Seconds later, it starts up automatically as a thick metal coating engulfs the van from its undercarriage up, making it appear as a silver van possessing no windows. It backs up a few feet before accelerating toward the Possible house and crashing into the living room.
Avoiding the debris littering the carpeted living room floor, the man, carrying ice wrapped in a paper towel, makes his way to the van. He presses another button and the metal coating recedes revealing the van's original color. He walks to the van's side and opens the door. An unconscious Ron, bound in duct tape, and a caged Rufus greet him as he leans inside and grabs a roll of duct tape.
"Make some room, boys," says the man. "You're about to get some company." He turns and heads back to the dinning room.
"Oh-no," says a worried Rufus.
A few minutes pass, and the man returns carrying a bound Jim and Tim underneath both arms. He gently places them inside the van before returning to the dinning room. Seconds later, he returns to the van carrying the limp, bound body of Mrs. Possible over his shoulder and places her next to her twin boys. He gently brings the ice wrapped in a paper towel up to his nose.
"Ow!" he softly utters as he walks back into the dinning room. He emerges with Mr. Possible, bound and unconscious, draped on his shoulder and heaves him into the van. "There," he says as he closes the van door, "soon the fun will begin and… ow!" He places the ice back on his face. "Going to have to use the nanobots to fix this," he says to himself as makes his way to the driver side of the van and climbs in. He buckles his seat beat and places the paper towel filled with ice on the dashboard. Reaching over to his laptop, he discovers that his piggyback signal has been discovered.
Wow! Ten minutes. I thought it would have taken them longer. All well, time to jet.
Just as he starts his van, Will Du and a group of agents armed with stun weapons surround the Possible house. Seconds later, Agent Du enters the living room through the gapping hole.
"Stop right there, Artist," Agent Du says holding up his hand. "Exit the van and lie on the ground."
The man just stares blankly. "Are you kidding?" he asks under his breath before flooring the gas pedal. Agent Du leaps out of the barreling van's way. A male agent rushes over to his side as they watch the van race away down the street.
"I don't know why you do that, sir," says the agent as he helps Agent Du up. "They never listen."
Ignoring the comment, Agent Du contacts the five hover jets soaring towards Middleton. "The suspect is escaping in a white van. Repeat, the suspect is escaping in a white van."
"Understood, sir," replies a feminine voice. "He'll be in radar range soon."
A few miles down the street, the man stops his van and initiates its stealth mode once again. Within moments the van shimmers out of sight. Pressing a small button near the steering wheel, the radio flips in and a small control panel appears. He presses a few buttons on it and within seconds, the sound of gears and mechanical joints can be heard. Soon, other panels, dials, and visual displays appear in the van's dashboard before the sounds stop.
With the press of a button, the invisible van begins to hover off the ground and slow ascends toward the night sky. At the appropriate height, the man presses the gas pedal causing the van to rocket toward a place he knows all to well.
Time to go home.
"Did you get a visual on the van?" asks an anxious Agent Du.
"Negative, sir," replies the now despondent feminine voice. "He lost us before we ever found him."
"Blast!" Agent Du exclaims. A sigh filled with frustration escapes his gritted teeth before a female agent calls to him.
"Sir, we found someone unconscious in the house."
"That's expected."
"Sir, it's Kim Possible."
"What?" Agent Du says taken aback. Then a realization hits him. "Is there anyone else in the house?"
"No sir. No one else."
"Then he has them. He has her entire family. But why?"
"Maybe," the female agent says looking on as the unconscious body of Kim, lying on a stretcher, is carried off by two agents, "she'll know."
She opens her eyes, which are greeted by a bright light from overhead. "Not again," she mumbles to herself as she closes her eyes and places her hand over her eyelids. After a few moments, she slowly sits up.
I'm on a bed.
Pain fills her head as she opens her eyes and looks around. An assortment of empty medical beds surround her.
I'm back in the GJ sickbay.
She looks down at her chest.
And I'm wearing a gown. Wait!
She scans the room once more and finds that she's the only one in the sickbay.
Where are… He has them! He has my family! I have to get out of here!
Kim throws her blanket off and gingerly gets off her bed. Once on her feet, she feels lightheaded and weak kneed. She braces against the bed in order to stop herself from collapsing onto the floor. Just then Doctor Hart walks in.
"Oh no, you don't," he scolds Kim as he rushes over to her and gently grabs her arm. "You're in no condition to be standing let alone walking."
"He has my family. I have to save them." She pushes Doctor Hart away.
"And that's what he wants you to do," says a feminine voice from the sickbay's push doors. Kim and Doctor Hart look to find Dr. Director standing a few feet from the exit.
"He knows that's what I'll do," Kim says as she straightens herself up, her strength slowly returning. "He wants me, remember."
"Then why would he…"
"…take my family? Because… he's decided to make this endeavor, this game, this… whatever more interesting. He's changed his tactics."
"This doesn't make sense. He had you right where he wanted you. Why didn't he take you?"
"You've been in the fighting of villainy longer than I have. Let's see… taking the more elaborate measure to achieve his goal of ruining my life and calling it art than the more direct, sensible approach. So old school villainy."
"It would seem that way. The lack of practicality is a dead give away. But you'll be walking into a trap."
"Ah, yeah, but what choice do I have? He has my family and he's using them as bait to lure me to some standard final climatic showdown."
"But you don't even know where they are."
"But I do," says Wade's voice through Dr. Director's wrist communicator.
"Wade?" Kim asks. She makes her way to Dr, Director, who brings her wrist communicator up so that they can talk with Wade.
"How did you…" Dr. Director stops, realizing who she's speaking to. "Never mind. So, how did you find his location?"
"He has Ron. So, I just followed his chip's signal. Granted, there was those two hours when I wasn't picking up anything but it's now coming in loud and clear for the past several minutes."
"Slamming, Wade," Kim says.
"You have Ron chipped?" Dr. Director asks.
"Wouldn't you?" asks Wade.
"Good point," says Dr. Director. "Now, the location."
"Hold up, Wade," Kim says. "Don't tell me here with present company… present."
"What?" asks a slightly startled Dr. Director.
"This isn't about the past. What's done is done. I'm over it. I just don't want you involved… at least not this early. I'll go alone."
"You're not serious. You can't face him alone."
"No offense, but your track record in regards to this guy isn't stellar. He's outsmarted you guys before. So, if he even suspects you coming, he'll bolt and he'll be out there planning something else for me. No. This ends tonight. When I get there, Wade will give you the location. I'll keep him busy until you arrive."
"What if he just tranquillizes you again? You won't have any back up to help you. At least take Agent Du."
"No. I can't have him trying to be a hero. My family is at stake here. I can't risk it. I go alone. Just be ready when you get the call from Wade. Got it?"
"All right," Dr. Director says, finally yielding, "we'll do it your way."
"Can I have your word you won't follow me?"
Dr. Director looks Kim right in the eyes. "You have my word." She offers Kim her hand, which Kim accepts. "Good luck. We'll be ready the instant we get the call."
"Ah, hello," Dr. Hart chimes in. "You probably won't really care but as a medical doctor I must tell you that you need to rest. You received a hard blow to your head. I need to check, but you could have a slight concussion. If you do, it's probably affecting your judgment right now being as how your plan is ludicrous."
"You're right doctor. I don't care," Kim says coolly.
Doctor Hart responds by just rolling his eyes and reluctantly surrenders. "Then, I wish you the best and good luck."
"Thanks," replies Kim. She pauses for a moment before turning to Dr. Director. "There's one thing I need."
"Name it," replies Dr. Director.
"Can I have my clothes back?"