Author's Note: Boy, I don't know what else to say that hasn't been said. Thanks so much to all those who have continued to read and review in, both positively and critically. I will confess, I am going to try and hurry up the remaining chapters, only because as school goes on, my work load is going to be more and more time consuming. And as always, write a review, get a response.

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Kim quickly discarded her shirt in favor of another black mission one. She had a 'date' after all, and she planned on showing up properly attired.

"Kim, you can't do this. You won't stand a chance." Wade insisted over the volume of the Kimmunicator.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Kim moved across the room, assembling her mission gear.

"I'm putting in a call to GJ. They can back you up."

"No! If you do, they'll never find him, and I'll have lost him. I know where he is right now and I'm going in and getting him back." Kim packed away her grapple gun and laser lipstick, even as she tried to determine what other gear might be specifically useful in this situation.

"But Kim, he'll have every advantage over you. He knows you're coming, and he already knows every one of your moves." Wade's voice pleaded.

"Guess I'll have to show him some new ones." She packed her pack tightly, throwing her arms between the straps.

"He'll have the advantage of terrain familiarity. He's bound to have the entire area booby-trapped."

"And, I imagine, he'll even use the equipment from the telecommunications camp nearby to jam the Kimmunicator again." Kim tugged at her pack, even as she felt a tiny set of paws scamper up her side to her shoulder.

"Sorry Rufus, not this time." Kim picked up her tiniest friend in her palm, eyeing him apologetically.

"Huh! But… Ron!" Rufus pleaded from within her delicate hands.

"I'll bring him back, I promise. But I can't be worried about him and you at the same time. I've got to do this one solo. I'm sorry." Looking into the tiny naked mole rat's eyes made this decision even harder, but she knew it was the right call.

Rufus continued to eye Kim pleadingly for several seconds. Her face softened, but didn't relent, until finally Rufus was forced to yield his position.

"Kim, I really don't like the idea of you going in there by yourself."

From within his room, Wade was nearly shaken dizzy as the Kimmunicator was snatched into Kim's hand as she brought the screen directly to her face. Her face nearly turned Wade's blood cold.

"Then you should have cleaned your room, because then we wouldn't have this problem, and Ron and I could be out on the town right now, instead of getting ready to try and kill each other!" Kim's expression alone threatened to bite Wade's head off, yet immediately recoiled in horror as she realized just what she was saying. "Wade… I am so sorry. I…"

"It's ok Kim." A solemn look decorated Wade's features, drawing up just guilt within Kim's innards. "I know this has been hard for you."

"That's no excuse. That was out of line."

Wade didn't say anything at first, not for another few seconds as he forced his gaze back up to her face. "You know he's going to be ready for you before you ever show up. You can't stop him Kim, not on his terms, not without some kind of edge."

Kim sighed, suddenly finding herself heavily weighed down by her backpack as she plopped herself down into her desk chair.

"He's been one step ahead of me this whole time, I don't even know what to expect from him anymore." Kim admitted. She found herself longing for Ron, his support, his strength, and even his dumb sense of humor. Kim had once told Ron that she could have never saved the world without him, and as much as she knew most of the world would never believe it, as much as she was aware of how few people gave Ron the credit he deserved, she had meant every word of it. It wasn't just the aide in the field; it was the strength he gave her every time they went out. As much as Kim was aware of it, she had never truly appreciated until this moment how much she had come to depend on that before a mission.

"Kim, I know you're not going to want to hear this, but if you want to beat Zorpox, you've got to beat Ron."

"Ron is not Zorpox." Kim argued with renewing anger.

"Kim, they're using the same brain. Whatever differences in personality they've got, you need to start using that against him."

"What do you want me to do, sic a pack of monkeys on him? Lure him into a trap with a pile of Nacos as bait?" Kim couldn't restrain the sarcasm in her voice, somehow hoping that it might help. Try as she might, she was having a hard time coming up with some constructive, practical application of Wade's advice, until…

"What?" Wade noted the look on Kim's face as her eyes lit up with hope, inspiration flashing across them.

"Maybe there is one way. One weakness that Ron has." Kim turned, looking into a nearby mirror. "It's the same one I've got."

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Kim slid open the window to Ron's room, stepping in cautiously. As sure as she was that Zorpox wouldn't be inside, there was no point in taking unnecessary risks, especially now.

Kim noted the dishevelment of the room, a stark contrast to her own. Clothes and other items lay all over the room as if a tornado had hit, the bed was unfolded, and the aroma of stale nacos and old cheese came from a corner trash bin where spare bags of Bueno Nacho had been discarded.

She wasted no time in her search through the room, digging through mountains of clothing, navigating past the elaborate play system that was set up for Rufus.

Nothing. No sign of it. Then he had already been there as she suspected. Just as well. That meant one more stop before Wannaweep.

Kim's eyes settled upon a picture on Ron's nightstand. It was of the two of them at the prom. Someone, Kim couldn't remember who, had snapped a picture of the couple just at the precise moment of their first kiss. Ron had offered a month's worth of Bueno Nacho for that picture.

A lone tear worked its way down her eye. Just one. Kim couldn't help herself as she reached for Ron's bed, taking one of the pillows in hand, pulling it to her tightly, and taking in a deep sniff.

The scent brought a flood gate of memories all at once to mind. Kim took in the scent for as long and deeply as possible, clutching the pillow all the more tightly as she did. She had to limit herself to just one sniff. She could feel herself want to just collapse right on Ron's bed, to simply doze off, immersed in that fragrance.

But she couldn't. He was out there. He was counting on her, and she would move heaven and hell before giving up on him.

One more stop to go she reminded herself.

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"Alright talk to me." Jack Hench tightened his tie as he walked down the hallways of his corporate offices. Jack wasn't a man who believed in sleep. Sleep was time that could be better spent making profits.

"I'm afraid its not good sir." Mr. Hench's personal assistant hurried along side his boss, his notes in hand. "Our market department is reporting some very negative returns on our latest ad campaign for our new product."

"Ray X?"

"Yes sir. I'm afraid there already is, or rather was, a Ray X. It seemed it cured the common cold. Needless to say, this is going to carry some rather un-terrifying imagery that might affect sales."

Jack Hench never once wavered in his resolve. "Alright, well just rename the thing and pass it off as an upgraded model. We'll raise the price to convince everyone it's even better than our old model."

"Very good sir. Also, I'm afraid Mr. Killigan has been calling again. Apparently, his newest golf balls don't carry the swing he requested."

"Oh, that man is insufferable. First, he insists that we pack as much micro explosives as possible into his balls, and then he complains that they weight more than normal golf balls. I swear, if he personally didn't make up three percent of our quarterly revenue… alright, tell Williamson Mr. Killigan needs a new set of balls… and no more office jokes about it this time either. Mr. Killigan was not pleased with our latest office letter."

"Yes sir. Will that be all?"

"Yes, I'll be in my office. Better get some take out, it looks like it's going to be a long night." Even as he spoke, Jack Hench opened the door into his personal office, only to see that his private seat, which was supposedly booby trapped against any one other than himself sitting in it, was already filled.

"You're night just got a lot longer." Kim stated, as she brought her feet down from atop his desk.

"Ahh, Miss. Possible." Jack Hench used his best sales voice. "How good to see you again. Strange, I don't recall asking for your assistance. All Hench Co. property and materials are still safe and secured. Therefore, since you are not here by request, I am going to have to ask you to leave before any of my more excitable and rich customers stop by."

"Your customers are not my concern right now. I'm much more interested in one of your products; the Attitudinator."

"Oh, I'm afraid we discontinued that product. It seems some of our clients don't appreciate the implications that they aren't already evil enough. You know how rich people can be."

"I know how nut jobs and mad scientists can be, which last I checked, makes up over ninety percent of your business."

"Ninety four to be precise." Jack Hench declared almost proudly. "The rest, we owe mostly to the US military."

"I need some information about the Attitudinator, and you are going to give it to me."

"Miss. Possible, I'll have to check with my lawyer, but I believe that that constitutes a threat, possibly even one with implications of physical injury. And since you are technically trespassing, I am going to have to have security escort you out."

Mr. Hench never once pressed a button or activated any sort of remote that Kim could see. Yet that still didn't stop nearly two dozen heavily built men in matching uniforms from filing in behind Jack Hench, surrounding Kim.

"Now, if you'll just accompany these men quietly outside, in light of your assistance to our company in the past, we won't press any charges. What do you say?"

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"What did you say?"

"I said let me go! Let me go!" Jack Hench screamed frantically as he dangled precariously from the window of his private office. As he looked down, he almost could imagine the painful irony of landing right atop his own car at this height.

"Oh, I don't think that's a good idea. That's got to be a couple hundred foot drop." Kim maintained her firm grip on the rope tied around Jack Hench's ankle. If that rope went, there was nothing to keep Jack Hench from doing the same. Kim wiped the sweat from her brow, both it and the dozens of unconscious henchmen behind her serving as a reminder of just what it had taken to get Mr. Hench into a cooperative mood.

"You're insane." Hench cried out even as his coat fell off across his dangling arms, down to the ground.

"And you sell weapons and the latest in evil technology to the worst nut cases on this planet. Your products have been shot at Ron and me for as long as we've been doing this, and I gotta tell you, for some reason, tonight, right now, at this very moment, that really bothers me."

"What do you want? What do you want?" He cried finally.

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It was at least two hours later as Kim got off of Ron's rocket propelled moped. She removed her helmet, leaving it atop the seat as she pulled out her Kimmunicator.

Nothing but static. No signal. No surprise.

The sun had set at least an hour and a half ago. Luckily the moon shined full and bright, providing at least a limited degree of illumination. Kim's footsteps were soft and silent as she moved across the open grass. The camp had long been closed after Gill's disastrous 'relapse', and the still present threat of toxic contamination. The fall weather left the ground littered with leaves that cracked and crinkled far more loudly than Kim would have cared for as she moved across the open area of the camp.

The abandoned cabins still decorated the area. Even the other camps across the lake, clown camp, science camp, band camp, and all their buildings provided possible shelter for her prey.

Kim cursed herself as she felt her foot brush up against the trip wire. She barely had time to blink as a large net came up from underneath the cover of fallen leaves, scooping her up and lifting her up into the air.

She found the ropes strong and resistant to her tugging and thrashing. Still, that didn't make them immune to her laser lipstick. Kim quickly cut a hole out for herself, yet before she could drop out, a wooden spear seemed to shoot out from an indeterminate location, right through the exact spot Kim imagined herself landing.

Kim was hesitant as she dropped back down to the ground, expecting another trap of some sort to shoot out at her. She landed nimbly, bringing herself to her guard as she called on the full power of her senses to scan her surroundings.

"You know, it's absolutely amazing how much arts and crafts goes hand in hand with jungle warfare," an all to sadistic voice taunted. "The only thing required to get from point A to point B is the right amount of imagination."

Kim strained herself to find the source of the voice as it echoed seemingly from the forest cover nearby. "Ron, where are you?"

"Kay Pee… I keep trying to tell you. Ron's not here. It's just you and me."

Kim didn't respond as she continued to search through the night's shadows, finally catching the outline of something flapping and dangling behind a tree.

The fiery super hero leapt right out, knocking the decoy cape right off its branch, even as she heard something trip. Kim turned just in time to see a series of arrows shooting right at her.

Pure instinct kicked in as Kim leapt, straining her body in flawless form and style as she moved gracefully through the air. As she did, more arrows seemed to fire in a pre-arranged pattern, perfectly in track with Kim's maneuvers. Kim was forced to push herself all the harder as the last arrow grazed her leg, cutting her only so slightly, the wound more aggravating and embarrassing than actually serious.

"I guess someone isn't as fast as they used to be. Hope you're not getting tired already. We've got a long night ahead of us." Once again, Kim couldn't find the body to go along with the voice as it echoed from somewhere in front of her.

"If this is all you've got planned, it's going to be a slow night." Where was he? He just had to be somewhere close by. She could practically feel his breath on her neck.

Kim fell forward as he came out of the shadows from behind, tackling them both as they rolled around on the ground.

"How about a kiss?" Zorpox attempted to straddle Kim to the ground, but she kicked up, knocking him off of her. As she tried to leap up into the air from the ground, she aimed her feet straight for his jaw, knocking him up and off the ground before he fell back, even as she landed squarely.

"Kiss my feet." Kim reached into her pack, attempting to draw a lip balm knockout gas, but Zorpox quickly rolled off into nearby shrubbery, concealing himself. Kim hurriedly chased him through the cover, but he was already gone.

"Wow. There's my girl. Knew she was in there somewhere." Kim tried to follow the voice uneasily, well aware that Zorpox was leading her further and further away from the main camp area and deeper into the forest.

"Ron, I know you're in there. I need you to fight him." Kim knew it was a long shot, but she had to believe that somewhere in Zorpox's twisted mind, her best friend and boy friend was still struggling, still fighting. If not, then she had already lost.

"You're still not getting it." Zorpox dropped down from a tree branch, landing behind Kim, his arm wrapping around her neck, even as he attempted to grab her spare arm. He spoke fiercely into her ear. "Ron's not home."

"Then I don't have to worry about kicking your butt." Kim's elbow drove straight into Zorpox's midsection, causing him to loosen his grip. Pushing her momentum, Kim held onto the arm previously around her neck, and used a judo throw to toss Zorpox over her shoulder onto the hard ground before her.

Zorpox quickly leapt to his feet, turning directly towards her. The two slowly moved, circling each other.

"So, here we are. Just the two of us, alone, in the middle of the woods, full moon out. Man, is this as romantic for you as it is me?"

"Do you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?"

"Well, a guy's gotta do something to fill in the silence between the screams." Zorpox's foot shot straight for Kim's head, but she quickly blocked it, and the follow up attack, retaliating with a strike to his gut, which he was able to deflect. The two danced with light strikes, each landing with almost no force, probing, testing, and assessing one another.

"Did you come to fight or dance?" Kim adjusted herself as Zorpox moved, trying to flank her.

"Actually, I just wanted to get you into position." Zorpox dropped his attack, knocking another trip, this one prompting a giant log suspended by twin thick lengths of rope to come swinging down straight for where Kim was standing.

Tensing her leg muscles, Kim leapt over the flying log, easily but too closely for comfort. As Kim came back onto the ground, Zorpox took the opening to drop kick her right out of the air and onto the ground, right on top of another trip wire, just as Zorpox had planned.

Kim had a second to follow the wire up as another net came up all around her, pulling her up into the air. Kim quickly pulled out her lipstick again, cutting herself loose.

A sense of déjà vu caused Kim to hesitate, a mistake that allowed a series of darts to shoot at her, hitting her in the legs, arms, and even one in the side of her neck. Kim cursed her hesitation, as she quickly removed the dart, dropping down from her hoisted prison, and landing roughly on the ground, stumbling as she dropped.

"Stupid drugs." Kim quickly turned around, but found no sign of Zorpox.

"Sorry Kimberly. It's not that I don't like my girls to have some fight in them. But you know how worked up you can be sometimes." The echo seemed to taunt from around her. Kim cursed silently as she watched the trees and shadows around her seem to blur and mesh together.

"This won't stop me." Even Kim had to admit the apparent emptiness of her threat as she felt herself leaning up against a nearby tree for support.

"Good. Glad to hear it. That's why you're my girl."

Kim didn't answer as she forced herself up right and tall, stumbling slightly as she did. Desperate to shake off the grogginess, she shook her head, trying to keep herself from getting dizzy at the same time. To the best of her fogged mental abilities, Kim attempted to make her way towards the lake at the center of the camps, trying desperately to find her way.

A kick came out of nowhere, straight into her stomach, forcing Kim to bend over in pain, even as Zorpox emerged, delivering another to the side of her right leg, causing her to lose her footing.

"You know I got to say, I'm disappointed in you. Thought you had more spunk than this." Zorpox's fist crashed against her face, knocking her to the ground. Kim's mind screamed to react at speeds and in a capacity that her drugged body was unable to accommodate.

Kim struggled back to her feet, only to be knocked squarely back to the ground by another kick, leaving her only to stir weakly as she heard him speak.

"Don't worry; it'll be better this way. I'll take much better care of him than you ever could."

Adrenaline shot through Kim's body, burning its way past the drugs, as anger and focus steadied a slightly delirious mind. Kim's legs shot up, spinning around, and knocking Zorpox's out from underneath him.

The blue villain rose up to his feet, just as Kim came up with a solid right directly to his face, knocking him back. He tried to catch himself, but she compounded upon her momentum with another kick straight to his exposed ribs.

"You're finished." Kim ducked a roundhouse from Zorpox, leapt over a foot swipe, and then retalited with a flying spin kick that knocked him back to the ground, causing him to land hard. Fuming mad, she walked over to his unsteady form, grabbing his shirt up off the ground as she delivered another shot across his head. "You're going back in your box." And another. "You're never going to hurt him again." Another. "You're never going to hurt me again." And one more. "You're done."

Kim dropped Zorpox's battered form back to the ground, leaving him to moan pitifully in the dirt as she stood over him.

"Game over."

Zorpox shot back up, in spite of his blurred vision as he took a fistful of darts from his pocket and dug them straight into Kim's leg. Kim barely had time to cry out in stinging pain as the drugs worked through her system, causing her legs to melt beneath her.

"Got that right." Zorpox sneered, even as she pushed her over to the ground, unconscious.