Chapter 7

A/N: I do not own the characters of Kim Possible or Star Wars. Those are the property of Disney.

I.

Coruscant was a vibrant planet-wide city. After thousands of years of continuous urbanization, the planet's surface had disappeared within the city-scape. However, after being sacked during the Great Galactic War, many districts had been abandoned and occupied by thugs. The Works was one such zone that had been largely abandoned by the thriving city world and its inhabitants. With its dingy skies and darker more morose surroundings, it seemed alien to the ecumenopolis of Coruscant.

A stranger wrapped in black hooded robes waited at an abandoned landing platform in the center of a tall abandoned industrial spire. The atmosphere here was palpable with its industrial pollution from furnaces that had burned for hundreds of years without end. The sky red from the Coruscanti sun's reflection off of the noxious air. To most, the sight was unsightly and not something that was easy on the eyes like the rest of the marvels of Coruscant. But for one that dealt with the dark side of the Force and death, it was the perfect place of solace.

Footsteps approached from behind the hooded figure in the tower. "Sir. I have everything ready for my mission."

"Are you sure you're familiar with the schematics?" The robed man asked calmly.

"Don't worry. There are tougher things to learn in life. It's just another machine. That's all," the man answered flatly, confident in his study of the mission that had been handed to him. He was here to do a job, not complain about its complexity.

"Good. Then we shall take our leave," the robed man stepped back into the shadows away from the landing platform. "Do you know the specifics of your mission?"

"I know I'm heading to a system beyond the Outer Rim close to the Rishi Maze. A planet called... Kamino," the man answered while thumbing over his inventory of ammunition and rations in his utility pouches.

"You will be landing at Tipoca City. It is the main cloning facility for the Galactic Republic. You won't need a firearm. I've been informed that you will be allowed to pass." The hidden hooded man added as they walked amongst the shadows.

"They'll let me pass?" The man asked suspiciously.

"Yes. You'll draw hostile attention if you bring that with you," the mysterious man motioned to the man's pistol. "You'll need to attain all the DNA information on the clone template, Jango Fett. It should be deep within the facility and guarded by Jedi. Use this device to download all the information pertaining to it." The hooded man produced a metal chip and handed it to the mercenary who looked it over.

"I don't buy it. There has to be a catch," he commented suspiciously.

"What are you implying?"

"It's too easy. I don't take it the Republic will just let us walk into this cloning facility and not be suspected. If it were me, I would suspect an intelligence leak and start looking for a trail," he took his firearm out of its holster ensuring it was loaded. "No. I'm going to do this my way. This galaxy is in a full-fledged war. It would draw less suspicion if the facility was raided. You should know this by now, not to trust anyone fully."

"Are you asking for support? Because you won't be receiving any."

"No. Assuming it's heavily guarded it's best if I slipped in alone. I can cause more confusion that way." He unsheathed his pistol twirling it in his fingers then re-holstering it. "So I think I'll be keeping this," the man patted his handgun smirking at his shadowy employer. The man stepped back and turned toward the platform where a shuttle had landed. Before boarding the craft, he turned back to his employer. "Don't worry boss. I'll have this done and be back with that genetic template. Don't wait on me to get things done."

The hooded figure smirked while another dark presence took a step to his side, their figure also hidden by their shawl. "Can he be trusted to carry out such a task?" the much younger female voice whispered.

"He is a dead end. There is no risk in him being caught by our enemy. He is just another tool for securing power. Grayson will do his job dutifully."

"We are taking large risks by conspiring here. You know as well as I do how fragile a web is until it's fully woven," she replied. "I would have used one of our own. It would ensure the job would be done properly."

"You speak the truth. I was wise to take you in when your parents would not. They would not be able to fully appreciate you and your talents. But we cannot risk our best pieces to do the job of a pawn. Only fools ask knights or bishops to do the job of expendable people."

"Hmm, I suppose you are right, father. Though I do wish we were able to act on our own. It is frustrating to keep my hatred bottled up behind a dam of deception and cunning. I would much rather let loose on my enemy, sometimes, even if it were a detriment to the overall plan," the female replied.

"Patience my daughter. Our time will come. Remember, our vengeance is not the now, but the future. We must focus and focus is but power measured over time. We must focus on our future ambitions and not our lust for death in the now," he replied to his daughter.

"You are right father," she watched as the shuttle took off and zipped into the sky. "Focus now, I will have my vengeance against my sibling in time."

II.

The skirmish on Ord Canfre had ended with the Republic fleeing but left the morale of its population shaken. No one thought the Republic could even get to Ord Canfre, since it was nestled comfortably within Separatist space. It was thought that the Republic would have to take and hold several, key fortified worlds before ever making it to Ord Canfre. Even if the Republic had managed to do that, Ord Canfre was thought to have been impregnable. With two of its moons now shipyards and thousands of ships. With the main blockade a hundred ships strong, it was incredulous that the Republic had managed to even momentarily break it.

More shaken was the command of the Second and Seventh fleets. If the Republic had managed to get through without touching the Agamar or Wistril systems, then it lead to an unsettling conclusion. "It's obvious that the Jedi have knowledge of secret hyperspace lanes to this system and can avoid our in-depth defense at will. If they manage to return with a larger fleet, we'd be hard-pressed to resist," Captain Ginn voiced her opinion on the matter. "We should double the size of the blockade and put someone more competent in command of the defense of the planet."

"Oh, come now! The enemy entering the system while we were recycling our shields was a fluke! A stroke of bad luck!" A hologram of the Vendal's captain voiced his discontent with Ginn's suggestions.

"Why we're we even recycling the shields? You're the first line of defense, the rest of the fleet was out of range. If you had your shields up, we wouldn't have had nearly as many losses!" Ginn pounded her fist onto the table.

"We were performing our necessary checks on the function of every ship to make sure they were in satisfactory condition!" the Vendal's captain shouted back.

"I can understand one ship, but the entire blockade at once! Do you have any brains in your skull?" Ginn shot back.

"I figured I could check every ship's shields and recycle them at once, improving coordination with all the ships."

"What!?" Ginn's expression was one of confusion and frustration.

"You had the right intent captain, but the manner in which you executed a systems check with the entire fleet at once was a terrible idea. It cost us over thirty ships to the enemy's three. Let this be a learning lesson captain, don't mix coordination exercises with system checks, no matter how small they may seem. You're dismissed." Admiral Norith stated watching the captain salute her before disappearing.

"You are too kind. His head should be on the floor severed from his shoulders," Admiral Norith turned to the growl coming from the other end of the table they were seated at. General Grievous was also not pleased with the defense of Ord Canfre. The cyborg general also didn't deal well with incompetence.

"I don't think that's a fair assessment. The captain was able to bring the blockade back into formation and repel the enemy before it could gain a foothold on the planet," General Beta, who was seated next to Admiral Norith, argued.

"Your place, general, was to be here defending the system," Grievous growled pointing his durasteel finger at him. "Not traveling to the Mandalore System!"

"My officers performed their duty with the utmost confidence, even after an untimely and foolish idea. The planet never fell into enemy hands," Beta countered.

"That was never the enemy's intention. If it was they would have managed somehow!" Grievous shouted pounding his fist on the table. "The enemy was here for another reason, at the moment, I cannot surmise as to why," Grievous calmed himself.

"I agree with General Beta. Even though there were a great many mistakes, we were able to rally and repulse the enemy. If they had decided to land, we could have easily surrounded their ships and armies and destroyed them," Admiral Norith refuted.

"Bah!" Grievous waved Beta and Norith off pulling his arm back under his white cape. Grievous continued, "It matters not. The enemy didn't understand what you're build-up was for. And even if they do, they will be focused on you in the northern quadrant of the galaxy as we intended. In ten weeks you're scheduled to launch an offensive along the Braxant Run," his temper lessened.

Beta nodded in agreement, "Yes we should assemble hit and run strike forces to attack Republic Battle Groups around Dantooine and Ord Biniir before the actual attack—"

"No! Diversionary attacks have already been planned and will be implemented in the following weeks," Grievous informed.

"Then what is our role? To wait idly by?" Admiral Norith crossed her arms. "Our forces are also impatient and waiting to strike out against the Republic."

"You are to prepare your forces. When the order is given, we will storm the Galactic Republic's possessions along the Braxant Run until you take the Hydian Way and to Phindar. That way you will connect our northern territory with the foundry in the Slice. From there you will move down the Hydian Way toward the Core," he snarled. "This offensive will sink our teeth into the heart of the Republic."

"We shall use the other hyperspace routes to our advantage. We'll also need to secure our rear and make sure any Republic space that is left isolated be consumed and occupied by our forces. It wouldn't be wise to advance on the Core and still have to be on the defensive in our own backyard," Admiral Norith added to Grievous's plan.

"Either way admiral, the bulk of the Republic and the Jedi will be focused on you leaving myself to advance from our holdings in the Trailing Sectors and into the Southern Core," Grievous changed the position of the galaxy in a hologram to show the prepositioned routes of invasion for his fleets based at Thyferra.

"I see. As planned, we will be the distraction, allowing you to wreak havoc in the Core since your forces are positioned closer than ours. That leaves Durge to cause havoc wherever he wants throughout the Slice and Mid-Rim. If this offensive is done right, this might be the end of the Republic altogether." Beta looked over the galaxy. "Should I contact Durge and share ideas."

"Not unless you want your admiral's arms severed from her body. You and your affinity for Mandalorians is something I do not care to comprehend. You know that Durge loathes their kind and hates the sight of their armor," Grievous turned off the hologram of the galaxy.

"I would rather keep my arms, sir," Admiral Norith said pointedly at Beta, not amused at his antics with the cyborg.

"Why wouldn't I. Only ignorance shuns great ideas. The Mandalorians are experts at their craft. It's only natural for one to want the best, and to myself, it is," Beta stood from his seat and took a stand behind Admiral Norith and Captain Ginn. General Grievous didn't seem amused with Beta's answer, glaring him down. "Don't worry general, we won't fail you. In a couple months, it'll be the beginning of the end of the Republic."

III.

The Jedi Council had all gathered in the Council Chambers for a special meeting on Coruscant after the raid on Ord Canfre. The battle had revealed that the system had been unknowingly allied with the Separatists. Not only allied, but was a massive base where billions and billions of battle-droids and an armada vast enough to take a hundred systems had amassed. Naval yards that surrounded its moons churned out more warships as they met, probably already replacing their losses.

As disturbing as this information all was to them, it was not on the top of the Jedi's list of concerns. The Separatists had hundreds of worlds churning out battle droids and ships. They had already accepted that Ord Canfre was now a fortress world that was too heavily fortified to try and take at this time. Their top priority was the young cadre they had rescued on Ord Canfre. Kim, Rufus, and Yori specifically were the new topic at hand.

"Master Yoda, I don't want to question your wisdom, but the younglings are simply far too old! Seventeen years each! They are far older than even when Skywalker began his training," Master Oppo Rancisis pointed.

"A valid point Master Rancisis. But then what excuse do we have of our own that have been trained since they were toddlers. Master Dooku who was second only to Master Yoda is now leader of the Separatists and practices the dark side of the Force. Master Bulq has also succumbed to the darkness," Master Kit Fisto countered.

"Hmm, the dark side of the Force grows stronger every day that this war drags on. Master Fisto is right, in these dark times, I don't believe age plays as much a factor on the soul with such dark energy surrounding us. Anyone can be perverted by its ways," Master Stass Allie agreed.

"This war is chipping away at our numbers. We lost dozens of good friends at the opening of the conflict and those numbers only doubled with the introduction of Grievous. We simply cannot afford to turn down help especially if it is the will of the Force," Obi-wan interjected in support of Master Yoda's decision.

"So you would throw away our sacred traditions because of this war!" Oppo Rancisis protested the others opinion of the situation.

"The children were able to survive a swarm of battle droids and thus gained the attention of Grievous himself. This leads me to believe that Grievous already saw them as Jedi and thus a threat which is why he attacked them. This correlates suspiciously to Master Yoda's vision and the disturbance he felt prior to the battle. This tells me the Force must be strong with the young adults and their smaller unknown companion," Jedi Master Plo Koon spoke of Kim and Yori's natural talents.

"Hmm. Yes, their M-count was quite high. The red-headed girl's count was the highest of the three at almost seventeen-thousand," Jedi Master Piell grumbled with his surly voice.

"It isn't that we are trying to break from tradition Master Rancisis, but what happens if we let this group go. Do you think the Sith will wait idly by and leave them alone?" Adi Gallia stated her observation of the situation. "If we let them go, I have no doubts that they will be turned against us as pawns."

"So you suggest that Master Yoda is right and we should harbor them so as to not let the machinations of the Sith entrap them?" Oppo Rancisis countered. "Master Gallia, you should know that no one, even in the temple is safe from the dark side of the Force. Even for us, we must be vigilant in our endeavor to become closer with the Force through the light. It is a daily battle within ourselves."

"Yes but a battle that is easier won with friends than being alone," Ki-Adi-Mundi replied to the Thisspiasian Jedi.

"I think what Master Adi Gallia is trying to say is that it is better to harbor the young ones here and train them under our guidance then let them go out and become tools of the Sith. It's not the war that has changed our decision, but the fact of the Sith themselves. If these children become a tragedy of the Sith, how much danger do we put the galaxy at large in? Imagine if you will these girls not being attacked by Grievous, but being Dooku's new assassin's sent to cause chaos or worse." Obi-wan was still supportive of Master Yoda's decision. He believed that his former apprentice Anakin was proof that tradition wasn't always right nor an exact science.

Mace Windu interjected, "In these times, anyone can be lured by the temptation of the dark side. Caution must be taken if we are going to train these young adults in the ways of the Force. To be clear, my doubts reside more with the red-headed girl. I sensed much turmoil within her."

Yoda spoke, "Hmm. This girl, no dark intentions does she have. But twisted her emotions can be. Agree with you I do, Windu, that great caution must be taken when training them. Both have feelings, for their friend they do. The fair one, in denial she is about her feelings, she is still.

Oppo Rancisis still insisted, "That is another matter. Their views don't align with our traditions."

"No one has remotely argued against your point Master Rancisis. We know for certain that their views on how to live one's life and their connection to it are much different than our own. The question is whether we take them in or let them find themselves and continue on in this galaxy alone and at the mercy of the Sith," Obi-wan firmly believed that it was a mistake to let Kim and Yori go on their own. "I don't have any doubts that Dooku has already heard of them and is waiting for the right opportunity to take them into his fold."

"My worry lies more with who the boy is. He is a mystery. One girl makes it seem like he is a cunning young warrior while the other makes him seem vulnerable. Which is it?" Master Kit Fisto posited to Obi-wan.

"I cannot answer that which I do not know," Obi-wan answered.

"Didn't they mention the boy came here with a deranged scientist and he has the device that led them to this universe?" Eeth Koth asked.

"Perhaps it is wiser to keep them closer. If the wrong people find out about what they brought to this galaxy, its implications can be dire to us and the Republic," Master Piell concluded.

Master Windu sighed, "The more we discuss this matter, the more I agree with Master Yoda's decision. Though to be clear Master, I do still have my doubts about your decision, I believe this to be the better of two bad options. Whether you agree or not we must be cautious in this endeavor and choose our actions carefully. With that being said, I will be taking on Yori as my padawan."

"Are you just as reckless? Going along with this farce is one matter. But to train someone in the ways of Vaapad is beyond reckless. After Sora Bulq—"

Master Windu cut off Oppo Rancisis. "I am aware of the effects of Vaapad on our former friend. But with that failure, we learn. I have learned. Master Bulq's actions are his own choices, not mine. I will show her greater discipline, which she already has, and greater restraint to the lures of the dark side."

Oppo Rancisis grumbled as the Thisspiasian recoiled back into his seat. The members of the Jedi High Council all glanced at each other as they mulled over their discussion on Kim, Rufus, and Yori. The silence to the unaided eye was deafening, but the Force was alive as they all tuned into it to find an answer that they sought.

"As Master Yoda instructed, I will take Kim as my apprentice," Obi-wan broke the silence in the room. Everyone nodded in agreement.

"Decided it is then. The small one I will take under my care. A secret their origins, we shall keep. Train and aide them we will in their quest to find their friend. Have Skywalker bring them in, inform them we will," Master Yoda adjourned the deliberation on Kim and the others.

IV.

Will Du carefully connected a blue wire into the main detonator. Building bombs wasn't usually his forte. Dismantling them had been his skill before, before Kim Possible and her ragtag team pushed him out of the picture. His passion had been as a field agent, but now he was nothing but a desk jockey and he loathed it. He carefully placed the red wire into the C-4 and weaved it around the blue wire. He ensured the wires were placed just right. One mistake would cost him his life and his mission.

It had been two years since Kim Possible had helped him track down and arrest Duff Killigan. Ever since that mission, Global Justice had cut down on its need for field agents and increased its budget for information and support. Instead of trying to hunt down villains, the organization had become an intelligence-gathering organization often helping Team Possible's information guru getting the scoop on a villains whereabouts, instead of trying to keep him from hacking their servers.

As a result, Agent Du had been transferred from field duty to an office position in administration. This drew out the ire in him more than an amateur taking his job in the field. Even Team Impossible, former agents who had gone rogue from Global Justice years earlier, was put into early retirement by Team Possible. Anger and envy festered inside a young Agent Du, and that emotion was now manifesting itself into focus as he placed another wire and patch of explosives against the wall.

Being holed up in the office position had taken its toll on him. Documenting other field agents' pay and insurance had been torture. To patronize him they had offered him a promotion to Director of Human Resources and Administration. They mocked him, informing him they had never met such a talented administrator. He didn't care if he had cut costs by over fifty percent. It was a job for the mediocre in his mind. But the position offered him a unique advantage that he couldn't pass up. As head of administration, he would now be part of the Board of Directors.

"How is it going?" a familiar voice sounded.

Will glanced behind him to find Gemini's face on the screen of a hovering drone. The leader of the Worldwide Evil Empire or W.E.E. for short. "Don't you know it's dangerous to interrupt someone building a bomb?" it was also his new employer.

"Don't get smart with me!" Gemini scolded. "Are you almost finished? Are you sure it's going to work?" Gemini had given him the opportunity to go back into the field as an agent, just on the other side of the law. Agent Du didn't care. His only problem was that Gemini had similar issues as the Director. He was especially annoying with his insistence on getting involved in everything.

"I told you, you don't need to worry about anything. All I needed was some back door financing and your support was more than generous," Will responded connecting another wire to the plastic explosives.

"For your information, this job is well over my head. If you fail, my employer will come after me without a second thought," Gemini said fear cracking through his voice. Agent Du noted that Gemini and his strange dog Pepe actually looked fearful. Usually, the boss of W.E.E. was cocky and confident, but not as of late he wasn't.

"Really? You're employed. The leader of W.E.E. employed? That's hard for me to grasp." Agent Du rolled his eyes turning back to his work.

Gemini growled, angered by Will Du's arrogance of the situation. Agent Du may have been the one carrying out the assassination, but it was Gemini who bore the responsibility of its success. Gemini clenched his fists angered.

He was so predictable in Agent Du's eyes. He felt his anger boring through the drone's screen. Du chortled, "Don't worry Gemini. Your sister Betty will meet her fate. I can assure you that." He placed the remaining wire and explosives he had into a bland case, closing the lid and locking it. He activated the timer on the lock for forty-eight hours. "Trust me. Soon Dr. Director will be nothing more than a memory and writing on a tombstone."

V.

Grayson enjoyed killing since he was a young boy. He remembered the times when he carefully tore the wings off of flies or threw helpless ants into a wolf spider's funnel. However, as of late, his hobby had become redundantly boring. Most of his targets were unarmed, not trained sufficiently, or simple security with no complex structure. The game wasn't fun like it was in the Cold War. Being part of the cause for the collapse of the mighty Soviet Empire had been the zenith of his lust for blood. It had been his hay-day and he missed it especially after his main employer disappeared from sight before the war came to an anti-climatic close.

Now everyone seemed to be amateurs. Highly skilled martial artists replaced by brutes. Skilled elite commandos replaced by conscripts or mercenaries with untested energy weapons they didn't know how to use. His woes to find worthy prey had been endless and mundane. His job had almost become a chore and he had thought of retiring and fading into history with the pass conflicts of his day. That was the case until his former employer had returned. Now he stood, riveted taking in deep breathes, standing over the cold body of a Jedi. A being whose skills far surpassed his own.

He glanced at his hand that was now shaking. He reached up and touched his face, he had never felt this alive even in his past life. He could still feel the heat of the blazing blue sword that swept over him, intended to sever his head from his shoulders.

Grayson smiled, his cold gray eyes gleaming for the first time in over a decade. It had been a long time since he had grazed death's presence and escaped its grasp, not by skill but sheer luck. The Jedi was more than a worthy opponent, and the lightsaber in his hand was his trophy.

"I should be dead," Grayson muttered remembering again how the saber had grazed his neck. He had watched as it cut clean through a steel pole. His head should have been on the floor, emotionless and cold. But it was this alien Jedi with a bullet in their skull.

He stepped over the body and pulled out the small metal disk his employer had given him. The floor shook for a moment. An explosion had gone off on the lower levels of the Kaminoan city. The plan would succeed as he watched the data for the clone template Jango Fett began to upload. His thrill and passion surged through him once more. But he needed another challenge. Another Jedi. With Monte Fiske back as his employer, he knew that more chances would present themselves.

VI.

The Elevator stopped and opened. Will stepped out into the main lobby where many agents were sitting on chairs and guards with guns walked around. He passed the main desk toward an x-ray machine.

"Stop right there sir!" A guard stopped him in front of the scanner.

"Identification please, suh," A second guard asked with a thick southern accent. Will pulled out his card showing it to the guards. The second guard took it and looked it over while the first one wanded him down.

The guard handed back his card, "Here ya go, suh. Someone been stealin' things from thus place. Have a nice day!"

"Thanks," he muttered walking through the sliding doors into the parking lot. He walked past his own car knowing that if investigators found it missing they would suspect him. He had to keep a low profile.

When he thought he was far enough from the probing eyes of guards and cameras, he began to run and looked down at his watch where he had set a timer. 1 minute 17 seconds. Will knew he didn't have time to get away from Global Justice Headquarters. He needed cover and after looking left and right he spotted it. A few yards off to his right was a small ditch that ran through the parking lot. It weaved its way out to the wooded areas surrounding the complex. Not a perfect shelter but a good escape route.

All he could do was hope it would work as he leapt into the trench. He crawled up against the side of the ditch closest to the building and curled himself into a protective position.

He counted down watching the timer on his watch. Five, four, three…

VII.

Doctor Director looked up from her files watching Agent Smith rush through the doors and quickly take a seat.

"Glad you could join us, Agent Smith! Elevator malfunctioning again?" Betty asked giving the agent a sly smile.

Agent Smith stacked his papers and folders into a neat pile on the table. He let out a nervous laugh, "Actually, my wife just called and… she's pregnant."

Dr. Director's mocking smile transformed into a warmer expression, "Congratulations! Do they know how far along she is?"

Smith seemed quite chipper, "Two months! We're just really excited. It's our first you know."

"Oh that's so sweet," Dr. Director responded. Everyone else smiled and followed suit with their compliments.

"Alright, that's enough. I'm sure we'll get a chance to see the kid someday," the Director stated. "But right now we got business to tend to," everyone settled down. "Where's Agent Du?" Dr. Director asked baffled at his absence. She scanned the room trying to see if she had missed him. She swore that he had made his way up earlier.

"Director Du?" Smith asked. Dr. Director nodded smiling back awkwardly. She kept forgetting that he had been promoted from agent to a director. "I saw him heading out of here just a few minutes ago. We walked right past each other," Smith answered.

"He said he had to take a latrine break," another agent added.

That's not like Agent Du at all Dr. Director mused. She watched the other directors and agents patiently wait for the late Will Du. He had been an excellent field agent and never missed a briefing then, not even for a bathroom break. His first month as Director of Human Resources and Administration and his attitude changes. Something is off.

"Do you think we can start without him?" one of the agents asked. "Agent- I mean Director Du left his stuff here," the agent pulled up Du's briefcase from under the table onto her lap. "Are his files made of lead? His case weighs a ton," the agent commented straining to put it on the table.

Dr. Director was disturbed at the agent's comment. A wave of fear and dread swept through her body. It can't be "Right here, now!" she waved for the other agent to slide the case over.

The agent didn't hesitate and slid the case across the long table to the Director. She stopped the backside of the case and quickly flipped it around unfastening the locks. Opening it up revealed what was really inside, "No…" she gasped in horror. She watched the red numbers on the bombs display tick down.

Five. Four. Three. Two…

She grabbed it with both hands and flung it toward the windows that overlooked the parking lot trying to avert the danger, but it was too late. There was no time to scream. Getting down wouldn't help either. She didn't have time to think about the why, how, or what. Scenarios flashed through her head but it didn't matter. Even as the case crashed into the windowpane, it was too late.

VIII.

The sound roared through his ears tearing at his eardrums. All the explosives had gone off and hot shards of metal and glass had fallen around him along with what he recognized as tidbits of shredded burnt flesh. It was over. His mission was a success

He propped himself up grimacing in pain from the glass digging into his hand. He stood up, brushed himself off, and began walking through the ditch quickly to escape. Distant emergency sirens drew closer and closer. He turned to the Global Justice headquarters building one last time. The twelve-story gray building was in ruins. The windows of the top floor where the Director had been meeting with top executives were completely blown out, the floor partially collapsed. The five top floors on the left side of the building had collapsed. Fires had broken out all over as a thick black smoke bellowed out and into the sky.

He smirked at his success. He was sure super villains all around the world could only have dreamed of pulling off the same feat. He was pleased with himself. He had killed the Director. With Kim Possible gone the world was once again vulnerable and he believed he was solely responsible for this feat, not knowing the bed of evil he was climbing into.