Chapter 6: New Priority, the Ruthless Ninja

Kim was aghast, upon realizing that she was fighting a killer, a murderous animal set out to consume whoever did him wrong. He wasn't even serious… he took it as a game. His taunts, his absent motives… he just wanted to see what Kim could do. Yet Kim… she saw it as a game too and it consumed her with some level of guilt. Despite this, it didn't waver her determination to fight him again.

"Possible? A moment, please?" Betty said. She walked out of the room. While Kim was following her, she could hear Hoodie repeating the same words.

"Don't let him near!" She says. "DON'T LET HIM NEAR!" She said this repetitively as the people of the hospital attempted to calm her down. The redhead couldn't help but look back at what she witnessed… a complete meltdown.

"With Hoodie under GJ custody, we'll be under the radar of some organizations who'll want answers. At this point, we have to keep a tight lip on what happened. So far, with her mental state as it is, the option is to rule this as either a murder-suicide, or voluntary manslaughter." Betty said. This was suppose to be the game plan, Kim had to agree to this… but she didn't.

"So what, we just let this guy run around doing this? I mean she's a criminal and needs to be locked up, but there's something about this… and it doesn't make it right."

"The vigilante will be apprehended, we do not know his movements yet, but in the meantime, a team will be assigned to handle him." The last part of her sentence made her cringe slightly.

"Wait… y-you don't mean…"

"Yes. Team Impossible will oversee the investigation for the time being." She said with her fingers rubbing the temple of her skull.

"Director, is it really a good idea to send them on this mission?"

"I don't agree with it as much as you do, but we need to take care of this situation before it gets out of hand, if the investigation by team Impossible is a failure, It'll be handed to you. So until further notice, he's not your priority."

Kim walked away and went into the stairwell, her hands on her hips, head shaking in disagreement. It would be best to let the director think that she would be focused onto other matters. The one thing that Kim knows is that she wouldn't let this guy get away from her. She knows that it meant defying orders, but still… out of all the agents in this… she's better equipped to handle this. If anything, he'll show his face tomorrow.

She sighed under her breath. "This is…"

"Bullshit and you know it!" Ron couldn't take his eyes off of the screen. The sounds of Monique cheering and doing a little dance as she reveled in her victory. Steel Toe won the match against Pain King. For Ron, it wasn't even fair.

"That dude just hit Pain King with a chair and the ref didn't see it?! That's suppose to be a disqualification."

"Well it wasn't, Steel Toe won… I mean you should've picked the winning side." She reveled in her victory.

"Oh please, it's all a joke… if he didn't hit him with a chair, Pain King would've won, it was in the bag!"

"Doesn't matter how it was played, it was how it went!" She laughed at the win. She placed him in a friendly headlock. "It's fine that you're a little upset." She pets and strokes his hair. Lightly teasing him. "I mean c'mon…" she squeezes a bit on his neck. "Let's put a smile on ya."

"Ok, ok…" Ron says chuckling, he was actually smiling at her. As she squeezed more, he wrapped an arm around her waist. One hand grabs his other wrist, as she gently lifts her up and puts her on the bed. She squeals at the sudden strength she felt when her body was lifted from the ground.

"Don't suplex me." She said in a burst of giggles. She then slipped from his grip and rolled over so she was on top. She had then began to count. "One, two…" Ron grabbed her wrists smiling at her and sat himself up. The boy shook his head as he twisted each other around, placing him in the dominant position.

"One… two… three. Booyah!" Ron smiled at his victory. Him and Monique looked at each other with blank stares. That was until they started to laugh together.

"We just had to take this seriously, didn't we?" She says.

"Yup!" He exclaims. As they laughed together. "Uhh listen, it's getting late, I probably should head home." Ron said. Truth is, he felt that doing something that has already has such a level of physical contact would lead to more awkwardness.

"Sure. But don't think this is a one time thing." She lightly punched his shoulder.

"Yeah, it was pretty fun." He exited the house and walked home.

As he went inside the empty house, he let his bag fall to the ground. Then he flopped onto the couch with heavy eyelids, daring to go into his dreaming landscape.

He remembers himself sitting on a chair. A feeling of such cold air enveloped him as the sounds of people clamoring, telephones ringing and papers shuffling.

Ron looks at his scraped knees with some splatters of blood on his shorts as his tear-filled eyes was still clinging onto hope, Hope that would show him that his Mom and Dad would be ok.

He couldn't see the doctors or this random man converse at the other end of the hallway. The man had walked up to the kid, looking at him with sorrowful eyes.

"Hey Kid, I'm sorry about what happened to your parents."

"Are Mommy and Daddy gonna be ok?" Ron looks at him, filled with hopeful eyes. Sadly, there was something that'll deprive him of that; reality.

"I'm sorry kiddo, but they… they didn't make it." A cold feeling gripped Ron's heart as it also placed such a heavy feeling in his rib cage.

Ron woke up from his dream. He didn't jerk himself awake like last time. His eyelids slowly awoke to see him still in his clothes and lying on the couch. Ron gets up heading upstairs.

"I need a bath."

Felix is a determined, intelligent person. Despite his condition, it had never stopped him from enjoying the fine things in life. Even so, there was something he wanted to do.

He wanted to help out Kim Possible with her vigilante thing that she had going on, he wanted to be her eyes and ears. He had some skills in hacking and technology, but Kim already had a tech geek in her place. He wasn't one to take it personal, he's a good dude through and through. However it didn't stop him from taking a gander at what was happening, it was pretty interesting.

There was something that was bugging him, and it was some other vigilante. His little debut didn't start until today, but that's what's bugging him, who was this guy and why did he show himself of all times? There's a pattern in it, the problem is to piece it all together.

"There's something, but what?" Felix said to himself. 'I'm missing something, he shows up now out of the blue and he fights as if it's second nature.' The boy actually did a little hacking and found some camera recordings of the vigilante, one on the warehouse attack and the other at the compound. Felix had to deduce that the vigilante had a long period of training, military or ex-military maybe?

As he continues to watch the videos, from the infiltration to the fighting, this type of training was more of what martial artists did. He stuck to the shadows, threw shurikens and smoke bombs, slashing the thugs with his swords and even accepts a guy's challenge to fight hand to hand. Either he has a code of honor or he's somewhat sadistic to his enemies physically and mentally, or both.

There was more to what he was seeing, and it wasn't the fighting styles, but rather the timeline. He makes his debut this week, with an extensive amount of training that has taken years of course. Coincidentally, a new student has arrived at his school in the same week. The probability of Ron being the same vigilante based on timing could be accurate, but it lacked evidence… and the only way to uncover the evidence was to look deeper.

Felix had to link a crime or assault that correlated with his theory, or perhaps the aftermath of an event. 'Bueno Nacho has been breathing easier lately. Ned seems to be in a better mood this week too, Kim was dealing with someone because of this… would that happen to be the Fashionistas?' He then hacked into the Bueno Nacho surveillance cameras to find something that related to the case. He found something.

Felix looks at the camera outside and sees the Fashionistas enter together in the restaurant, Ned was there too, sweeping the floors and minding his business. 'Ok so they enter, and they want to extort him of the money. Seems a simple case, in and out…' He then looks to see a boy with a backpack hoisted on his shoulder. 'Wait a second… that's Ron.' He paused for a second to see him stare down three people. The video was then showing the fight.

This was unreal, the speed, precision, power and brutality that Ron showed, it looked like the stuff that Kim does. He then sees Ron breaking some of their bones and whispering what was probably a threat before they all ran or limped away, depending on how it was looked at. It seems that Ned was talking to Ron about his little problem and offered to take care of it, without hesitation or a tang of guilt, Ned accepted, no questions asked.

To top it off, Felix remembers something, he talked to Ron about the supposed prison break that ironically never came to be, because of an unknown assailant who murdered the thugs. An uneasy feeling clutched at his stomach, he didn't want to believe it, but it's the writing on the wall; he condemned those criminals to death. How… he told Ron where they would be.

Ron knew how to take care of himself, a suspicious piece of evidence was how he defended himself against a bully trying to extort money off of him. Barely a scratch on him, even in his eyes Ron knew he already won.

But there was one more thing he had to check. Ron claimed to be from a boarding school and probably had to use a method of transportation, he didn't have a vehicle, so it could be a plane, a train, something along those lines.

'Ok, so if I find records of transportation somewhere around this week… I might be able to find his name.' With his fingers prowling about the keyboard, he found something… a ticket for a flight here to Middleton from… Japan? 'Well he did tell me that, so it checks out.'

With the information he's gathered, Felix decided to hold onto it until, he was confronted about it. If there was a chance he could take to help out the world, this could be his chance. Ron's vigilante game is focusing on the small fries… so if he's led into the right place as he was from last time… it would definitely be efficient. He'll have to withhold what he's found from the authorities and Kim Possible as well as her hacker. They probably don't know who the vigilante is… and he'll keep it that way.

It seems that he's got some work to do.

A man looks outside of his window to see the city lights shining below him. He sits on a chair, where he spun around with a glare kept on his face, it put his bodyguards in an uneasy state, as well as his advisor, but he didn't tend to show it.

"So you're telling me…" he snarls. "No, no, we've already established Miss Possible destroying a weapon of mine while in shipment. But now you're telling me that some of my men were murdered, BY ANOTHER VIGILANTE?!" His fingers clawed at his desk as he violently stood up.

"Y-yes Mr Hench. Somehow this new vigilante has caught wind of the attempted prison breakout of Professor Dementor which resulted in a failure… so far there hasn't been an alias or a name for this individual as of late. The man said.

Jack could only flare his nostrils. "I don't care what his name is, and I certainly don't care about some idiots cosplaying around my city pretending to be some big shot hero. The minute that Kim Possible took my shipment… MY SHIPMENT, all of that money went down the FUCKING drain! Dementor supplied this weapon in exchange for a few people to aid his escape. Not only a couple hundred thousand dollars wasted, but my men… MY OWN MEN slaughtered to nothing!" He smacks a pile of documents off of his desk to show his frustration and walks around.

"When Dementor wired that money-" he paused and clenched his hand into a fist. "This company was going to break ground in Upperton, but it's just Middleton and Lowerton for the taking. The new revenue, the increased profit, this was an opportunity and they messed it up." Jack wanted to scream more but reduced his voice.

"We've also have reports that the driver has been imprisoned and is about to inform the Middleton Police Department of the crime." The advisor said.

"Lurman." Jack spoke. "Get someone nearby on the line. I want this taken care of. Quietly. As for this new vigilante, if he shows his face again… put him down… make an example who gets in my way.

"Of course sir. Also there are several benefactors who have taken a look at you and was willing to contribute a total of $2.3 million dollars for the organization. They are also hoping to see you make an appearance at the party you're hosting within the following week."

"At least some good came out of this damn day… get my tailor on the phone, I need a new suit. He leaves his office and heads for the elevator. Maybe when the week passes he'll be calm enough to make an impressive appearance, he's done it on the media so far… so he'll have to keep the train going.

The next morning was just another day of school, for Kim, she wanted to muffle her groans with her pillow shoved onto her face. But she couldn't, the redhead knew how to take this. But she wasn't the only one, even in her neighborhood someone felt the same way, like Ron for instance.

He wakes up to make his way to Middleton High, and goes to the hallway where his locker resided. He opens it up to see a small parcel resting there untouched. Seeing this in suspicion he looks around the hallway to see if any of the students were watching him. As he did, he reads a message scribbled on the package.

'OPEN ME'

As he ripped the package open, he sees a headset, that's used on a phone, yet there's something odd about it, even if it's a headset, there wasn't a phone to go with it. He then sees another note.

'PUSH THE BUTTON'

He did so and because of it, a voice spoke to him. Yet the voice was disguised, gruntled and distorted. "Ron Stoppable, I am someone you can consider an ally." The blonde boy was confused at this. Was this some sort of prank? If it was, it doesn't seem to be a good one. "I know who you are, and what you can do, you haven't been here long, but you've caught my attention. I want to help you with your 'nightly' experiences. The people you're targeting were petty thieves, but there's more to them. Not only that, there are more lucrative and appropriate targets for you to hunt. As a show of good faith, I want to equip you with new weapons. I will also inform you that a hit squad has been sent to kill you in your vigilante persona, by none other than Jack Hench himself. If you choose to heed my message, you will go to the gymnasium in the boy's locker room, after school. You will see a locker numbered 227, the combination is 13-29-5. What you'll find is new equipment, in a duffel bag. More instructions will be revealed after this. If you do not wish to follow through with this, then you're free to resume your crusade as is, and I won't contact you again. To add on a personal note, you need someone to be your eyes and ears, to help you really strike a blow in the criminal community, I'm sure you'll do the right thing."

His heart raced, his eyes widened. He rips the headset from his ear and placed it in his pocket, he then takes the empty parcel an throws it in the nearby trash. He closes his locker and walks to class. After a couple steps he finally calmed down enough to breathe steadily and mask this wave of panic. He sits down with his thoughts constantly bombarded with distress.

'Someone knows who I am?! How?!'

Hi it's Dismal again. I wanted to say sorry for the long wait, it's been a busy summer for me at this point and I haven't had much time updating as I normally would. But maybe this chapter oughta get me back in the groove. I've even been having small thoughts, writing-wise… like Ron's vigilante name in this story, maybe a sequel to Break Away (dunno about that part), should Hoodie live or die. Just stuff that makes you wanna think. I dunno.

But I'm gonna do my best on this story, so read review and I'll see you soon.