Hello everyone, it's Dismal again, I wanted to pick this story up by adding another chapter, that's gonna setup something a little bigger than this, I'm trying to have things come together, but it's getting to be where I have to be careful about how I'm going about it.

Also, I wanna give props to Leon R. Peterson for making an analogy to Ron in this story being similar to characters like Nightwing and Batman Beyond, since one uses escrima sticks and the original voice actor having credit to these areas. There was also something else, but I 'forgot' what it was.

Without further ado, here's the story.

Ron had left the gym late at night and decided to walk home, he could use the rappel and make this a quicker trip, but he felt that the brisk walk would make good for a cool down after his exercise. It left him wondering about something, he knew how to drive. A car, a motorcycle, yet he didn't have one to call his own. He didn't have too much knowledge into making one from spare parts. Now that he thought about it, having a bike or a car could be better than zipping around, not that he didn't like moving through the air like a bird.

He debated about this all the way home. What kind of vehicle should he get first? A bike would definitely be faster and have more agility, but a car is a safer bet, especially if you're getting blasted at. Thinking about his skills, he'd have a wider array of attacks if he chose a bike, yet a higher risk of exposing himself.

Even if he wanted to choose a car, despite the fact that he drove one, there was still an… obstacle that got in his way, but he wouldn't dwell on it.

'I guess I'm going for a bike then, so what would I use? A standard, nah I need to be fast. Fast like a sport bike, but that's so overused. What about a chopper, that could be a good idea, right? They have powerful engines… no they could be too loud. But then again, there can be an electric bike, but I gotta worry about the range. Geez, I was hoping on getting out of buying gas too. Maybe I should talk to someone with an expertise on tech and engineering.'

He contacted Felix hoping he'd pick up. Fortunately for him he did.

"Hey Ron." Felix started. "How's everything going?" He was on his computer, running some algorithms on an experiment he was currently working on.

"I'm ok, I was thinking of getting a bike to move around a little. I can't rely on zipping through the air forever."

"Well, there are a couple chop shops that have a couple bikes in and out, all of them run by Motor Ed, maybe you could 'sample' some of his bikes from him."

"Tempting, but I has hoping to make one from scratch, make a customizable one that you don't get in stores, you know what I mean?" He looked at the watch and checked the time.

"So what type of stuff are you looking for in a bike? If this is something you wanna make, you might wanna be specific." Felix opened a window in order to jot down the details on Ron's dream bike.

"Ok… I want it to have the top speed and acceleration of a sports bike. Something that has a lot of range and durable to whatever it takes. I guess I'd like the bike to be electric, for the environment and all that, plus I don't have to buy gas. Performance on both the road and the dirt is pretty cool too. Umm… what else… I want it to be comfortable too." Ron has completed his thoughts, yet he felt that his requirements were a bit much.

Finishing his list, Felix nodded his head, despite the task being somewhat difficult, it wouldn't be impossible, not to someone with his intelligence. "Ok, if we're doing this, then you need to take a couple bikes. Don't think about leaving them at my Mom's place, pretty sure she doesn't want to get pulled into this crazy stuff."

"They'll stay with me, I should hide them no problem. So, how many bikes am I going to take?"

"We'll need one as a base, a template to go with and upgrade with the scraps of the other bikes, I say… four to five maybe. I'll also be using some of my tech in order to make sure it works."

"Ok, so how am I going to go about this? Getting an electric, a sports, tires from a dual sport, and a bunch of other stuff… doesn't sound like it'll be easy. I doubt one of Motor Ed's places would have all of that in one place."

"They would if they're expecting a delivery. Motor Ed's getting a bunch of bikes gathered for a client. They're going to close the deal somewhere this week, they're delivering the bikes by truck. Rob the truck, you get the bikes."

"Ok, so we have to find them… but when and where are they delivering this from?"

"That's just it, I haven't found anything on routes, scheduled delivery or anything like that. They'll arrange a time frame and stuff like that but I'll investigate this later on. Right now, you said that you wanted to investigate the Middleton Space Center. I was able to get you a visitor pass into the place. But there's gonna be a lot of security and supervision, so try not to make a move. If there's someone in the robotics division that did you dirty, it's best for you to take a look at your targets firsthand. They start at five o'clock after school." Seeing that Felix had a good amount of plans and info all in his head, he begun to value his friendship and skills in his expedition. Whether Felix knew something about his past or not, it's best for him to come clean about the incident, sooner or later.

"Listen, I might have to ask you to find something later on, but I need to think about it. I just… I need you to be ready to find it when it comes."

"Ok Ron, I'll stay in touch." The conversation ended and Ron found himself at the front door of his home. Closing and locking his door, he stretched his neck and looked around.

"Rufus?" He called. He remembered that he left him here, but he didn't leave without getting him something to eat. He checked for the kitchen, nothing there. The living room had the wrapper for the cheese he fed him, which was going into the trash afterwards. He looked at the couch and lifted over several pillows on them.

Nothing.

Ron wondered if Rufus could be upstairs in one of the rooms. His old room was shut off, but his parents room wasn't. He checked out the bed, everything seemed in place, but as he peeled open one of the blankets, he found a sleeping naked mole rat, all curled up.

Ron couldn't help but let out a small smile, the little dude looked so peaceful. He could just make a makeshift bed for him to sleep in, instead of being in the same bed, but maybe he'll think more on it in the morning.

"Good night buddy." Ron mumbled.

As he drifted off into sleep. His mind wandered to a place where he didn't want it to be.

That night… that incident.

He remembered the words he said, the words his parents said. Exactly how it was, word for word. It was haunting him, but when the crash happened, he violently shook in his sleep. His hand would unconsciously claw at one of the pillows surrounding him. He remembered what the car looked like, baby blue, a sports classic and something else had entered his mind. It was the thing, he asked Felix to investigate.

The license plate.

He remembered it as well. He had a good glance of it just as when the car was losing control. When the killer drove off instead of calling an ambulance, because one of the mistakes they made, was coming to a complete stop, just to witness the accident caused.

JCB-2079.

But what use would it have? The person would've been smart enough to change plates, repair and repaint the car. But, it could maybe be linked to the history. Buyers, prior accidents… if Felix would be able to track it that is.

With all the strength he mustered, he opened his eyes. Ripping himself from the ongoing horrors that plagued him almost every night at this point. Coming home at first glance didn't do his mental health much good.

He tried again to go into the deep recesses of his slumber, which succeeded. The Middleton Space Center, it was only a matter of time.

Kim was somewhat enjoying her date with Josh, he was a pleasant as can be, but there was just something off about her. Granted that one of the reasons was the fight between her and Ron earlier, but there was something else. She wondered to herself, even if she knew Ron's secret, she still doesn't know what happened to him. The Ron that had her back fighting those thugs, pulling punches and exchanging sarcastic banters. The Ron that set her up with her crush, the Ron that had breakfast with her and was so courteous to her. Where was he?

She couldn't believe that he was always this cold and calloused, granted that his parents were unjustly taken from him gives him the motive for acting in such a way, so what was all that time he spent with her and everyone else?

Monique went out of her way to defend Ron, after he spilled the beans of him being a… scourge of the night. He didn't even ask for her to forgive him or expect to see her ever again. Despite the roguish nature, he was actually… trying. Trying to see if he could move past it all in time. Yet she reacted in the only way she believed to be appropriate.

She attacked him.

Ron just walked away from her, believing her to not be worth the bloodshed. Yet… she just confronted him no different than a bully cornering someone they believed to be helpless or a threat.

The mystery that was Ron Stoppable was uneasy, and if he killed, it would mortify her to see the body count. But so far, there hasn't been a confirmed death by his hand, none that she knew of at least.

She questioned her methods, so why didn't she question her own?

Her train of thought would've been interrupted when Josh tapped her hand. "Hey." He said trying to get her attention. "You ok, you keep zoning out."

Kim looked at him. "Yeah. Yeah. No. I'm ok, I was just… thinking about some things."

"Yeah I can see that." He said with a hint of concern. "Is it another one of your missions? A lot of stuff must've happened because of it?" He didn't want to be insincere and say that her missions were always going to be the root of her problems, since it could be a gross overgeneralization of facts.

She wanted to talk about Ron, but knowing Josh, he might play the knight and confront him. With the way Ron's been lately, it's most likely Josh will end up with smashed teeth, a fractured skull, broken bones and a swollen eye. She pictured it, it would be a vicious beating, one that she didn't want to happen.

"I was on this mission and… I made a pretty bad choice on my part. I don't know… I… I'm going against someone who wants to get what he wants and they'll do anything to get it. Even if it means killing someone." She huffed.

"Why not use that to your advantage if you can. Look I don't know the details, but you do have an upper hand in it, but only if you take a step back. You may know how to fight but… that isn't the answer to everything."

"I'll try to think on that, thanks." She wanted to get rid of the moody atmosphere, so she decided to change the topic. "Hey Josh, what's up with your art thing? I know you were trying to show it to someone." Kim remembered that Josh sent several commissions of his artwork to several art institutions. He wondered whether or not the commissions would be shown on display at an upcoming art show or more. The 'more' part was the part Kim barely paid attention to.

"Yeah, I'm uhh… waiting for them to call back, I'm just so nervous. If they say yes…"

"They will. You shouldn't worry about it too much."

"I know, I know. The wait is killing me, and it just means so much to me." The date consisted of thoughts about an art school, a vigilante and unsettled nerves.

At this point, she would hardly call it that.

After going their separate ways, Kim decided to do a little R&R. Lying down on the bed, she felt today's tension wash away. Freedom from the problems, from the missions and apparently, from the da… hangout.

Thinking about it now, it would be a good idea to write about today a bit.

'Well. That happened. I went out with Josh for a bit because he asked me and I said yes. I mean he's a great guy, but it's felt like… I just wasn't there. I mean it felt like I was forcing myself to pay attention and drag on the conversation. I know how much he loves art, and I have no problem with that but… it doesn't click for me like it does to him. Then again, it's probably all this tension and stress getting to me. Guess whose the cause of it as always… yep Ron. With him being the vigilante and me knowing his secret, it's hard for me to say that he's crazy like all the other guys I faced. He's more cold and calculating than crazy, everything he does is planned out, so it's not like he does crimes of passion all the time. How is it that he turned from this likable boy who probably would understand me more than anyone else outside of the family?' Kim raised a brow at the sentence she wrote, but instead of erasing it, she just left it there.

'Ok, I'm definitely stressed out. I need to get a lead on him and stop him from killing someone. He's going for the Space Center next, but who is he going after? Dad couldn't have anything to do with Ron's parents, even I can tell that. But if he gets caught in the crossfire… no! No! I can't think like that! He's a rocket scientist, he's smart enough to know somethings off. Apparently, I was given some advice to stop him without fighting him… Ugh but how do I do that?'

'Feeling: Anguished'

Kim mooned over whatever options that could've stopped Ron. The last thing she wanted was the Space Center to be a slaughterhouse.

Ron had awakened in the morning with feeling a tap on his cheek. He would wrinkle his nose and turn his head just to get five more minutes of sleep. Yet, seeing the barrage never-ending, he opened his eyes to see Rufus shaking him.

"Oh hey." He slurred. He moved to lie down on his back. "What time is it?" He turns to get his phone and check the time. "No. No. Just 20 more minutes, if you want to run around or get something to eat, go ahead."

Rufus only responded with a facepalm, he took the phone and opened his reminder list.

'Middleton Space Center "Visitation"', where he knew full well what that meant. He groaned about that, but he knew he had to be ready. Dragging himself out of the bed, he went to the bathroom and opened the shower curtains, twisting the shower knob to run hot water. As he stripped down to nothing, his head and body was bombarded with sprinkles of hot water, his body relaxed and awake. After taking his shower and putting off new clothes. He goes downstairs with Rufus in tow, he decided to cook a little breakfast for the both of them.

"I wonder what'll do good for your palate besides cheese." Rufus just shrugged his shoulders in response. "Well let's try a couple things that aren't just cheese."

Gathering a couple things from the fridge, he gathered cheese, eggs, a whole apple and milk and butter. Turning on the stove, he allowed it to warm up and found a pan and a spatula. He decides to cook some eggs and make it an omelette. He sliced the apple as the eggs cooked, and placed the cheese on the top of the cooked omelette, letting it melt.

"Ok, breakfast is served." He shared his meal with Rufus, splitting the omelette and sharing most of the apple pieces. Luckily, the naked mole rat started with the apples. Ron went to turn off the stove and begun pouring himself a glass of milk. He exhaled and dug in, consuming the cheesy eggs and gulping down the milk. As Rufus finished his pieces, he consumed the omelette, most likely he was excited for the melted cheese. But he did eat the eggs, so it did answer Ron's question he had previously. Rufus pointed to his backpack, wondering if they're going to school today.

Ron shook his head. "We're going to the Space Center for the open house, we got a pass… so let's make the best of it. Plus, I wanna find someone…"

As he finished the meal, he took the plates to the sink and walked out of the door. Using the rappel to travel towards the center, he hides his gear and arrives at the entrance.

With everyone present, there were instructions to go to a certain area for the presentation. Even as he followed the directions to one of the conference rooms, he looked around to see if anyone was watching him… they weren't, and it was their mistake.

'So my family's killer works here, huh? Let's see if I can find them.' He contacted Felix to see if they would have a lead on a suspect. 'Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up.'

"Hey Ron, I'm about to get ready for school, what's going on?" Felix asked.

"Listen, I know this is a bad time, but I need a favor, I'm looking for a car. It might have a lead on a cold case."

"A car? Ok umm… I need a little more to go on."

"It's was a sports classic baby blue car with a license plate from this state. JCB-2079, I'm sending a better detail of it now."

"Ok, something's loading now." Felix and Ron waited with bated breath, wanting to put this investigation on the road. "There's a bunch of sports classics that are baby blue, but I don't see the exact license plate in your description."

"What?" Ron said. He was ready to freak out, that would've been a prominent lead and made this all the more easy for him.

"Yeah but… wait a minute… there's a record of a repair on this one. Consistent with the changing of the license plate, body damage and… y'know what lemme send this."

Ron received the information on the car. Taking a closer look, it was the same car more or less, and the repaired date looked to be two weeks after the accident. After his parents died, but somehow, this didn't make it to police records to warrant investigation… but it should've. 'It's the same car. It has to be… so who was the driver?

"So far, there are two names that are registered to the vehicle. One is a Fen, and another is…" As Ron had infiltrated the robotics center, he accidentally bumped into a blonde woman in a lab coat. She had a mole on her upper lip with such a slender and curvaceous figure. She was also quite young for her age.

"Oh, I'm sorry that's my bad." Ron said as he helped the woman gather her belongings.

"No it's ok, I should've looked where I was going." She responded. She looked up to meet his brown eyes. "I haven't seen you around before." Before Ron could say anything, Felix interrupted and told him the second suspect.

"Vivian Francis Porter." He said.

Ron looked at the name tag and saw that the person was identified with the same name. He didn't want to assume she was the one behind the wheel, yet she was still a suspect, he still needs more to go on.

"Yeah, I'm… I'm actually here for a robotics presentation. I was eager to come with the open house and everything."

"You're into robotics and engineering?" She asked. "You don't seem like the person to be."

"Well that goes both ways." He smirked. Ron wondered in the deep recesses of his mind that if he was flirting with this girl, despite having a mission he's dead set to complete. "Beautiful and smart, the perfect combination, and here you are; a scientist."

"Right. Well since you're here, would you like to take a look at something I made? It'll be quick, I promise."

"Actually, take all the time you need. I think I'd like to stick around a bit." Ron said. Now it's time to play the detective.

"Miss Porter, I'd like to see if the remote is repaired for m… our presentation." A short old man said.

"The remote is repaired and it's on the desk." She said with a slight tone of annoyance.

"Ah wonderful. It is quite unfortunate that mishap for someone of my stature be victim to such mistakes." Ron could only feel his blood boil at seeing this man, but he needed to play this.

"Ah, you must be Dr. Fenn, I've heard about you, I had to do an assignment and your paper came up as a reference for me." Ron said, obviously lying and trying to butter him up.

"Well, thank you. As much as I'd love to stay and chat, there's a matter that needs my genius." He said with pride. "You see, some of the machinery here need to go through a test run, just to make sure everything meets the standard protocol."

"I understand, please, don't let us interrupt." Ron said.

Fenn activated the machine and one of the mechanical arms present grabbed him by his neck and began to shake him violently. "Don't worry, minor problem, just need to work out the kinks." He said for assurances. Vivian walked away from the scene, leaving Ron and a struggling Fenn. Seeing the doctor struggle with the machine, made him shake his head in disappointment.

'Don't tell me that this is the guy who killed my parents.' His incompetency was already laughable to him, but if he wanted to know the truth, he had to do this. Seeing that Fenn was still struggling, he saw that his access card flew off of his jacket. Seeing that, Ron made his way to steal the card and find Vivian Porter.

Seeing her fuming a bit and looking away, he decided to make a little small talk. "Well, he's still stumbling on himself… and I don't think he'll…" Vivian was visibly angry.

"I have to quit this… I can't take working another day with him. He thinks he's a genius, but he's just a… a…" Vivian wanted to finish the sentence but Ron did it for her.

"Fucking idiot?" Ron said. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that he did not get this job with hard work."

"No. He got it from mine." Vivian said. Putting Ron in the position to listen to her. "He didn't make all of this, I did. I tried to explain it to my other colleagues, but apparently being…" she gestured to herself. "…me makes them not believe a word I say. Now he's gonna take credit for another one of my projects and everyone would be none the wiser. I just want this to end." That was when Ron revealed his true colors.

"What if I told you we can expose him for the fraud he is, and you get the credit you deserve?"

Vivian perked up. "How?" She asked. "It's not like my word would count for anything."

"No. But something else might, I need to break into his office, check out his laptop, invoices, anything that exposes him."

"Wait a minute, you're not here for the presentation, you're trespassing and you…" As Vivian continued, Ron interrupted her.

"I'm here for my own reasons. Now if you want the credit for all the things you've done and expose a fraud and a thief, you'll help me." Ron said. Yet Vivian was somewhat convinced to go through with this.

"You'll need his ID card to get into his office, but it's on him at all times and…" Vivian stopped as she saw Ron whip out the ID card aforementioned. "What have I got myself into?"

Vivian led Ron up to Dr. Fenn's office, using the keycard to get in. Seeing that Vivian was all fidgety from being in here.

"He could be here any minute. I hope you know what you're finding." She says. Crouching down and trying to not be seen so quickly. Rufus went out of Ron's pocket and helped look around. Rufus, scurrying about found a small key, grabbing it, he gave it to Ron. "Huh, thanks buddy."

"Please hurry up. This is so wrong right now." Vivian felt anxious already, she didn't want to ruin whatever was left of her career as a scientist.

Seeing that one of the desks had a lock, he decided to open it. He sees some papers and a flash drive.

"Can you log onto the computer Vivian?"

"Gimme a sec." Using the credentials needed, Vivian accessed the computer and placed the flash drive in. What it saw made the world freeze around the blonde boy. One of the things he saw were files containing evidence that was consistent with what he and Vivian were looking for respectively. For Vivian, there were other scientists who's employment was 'terminated' due to their incompetence, with their work accredited to Fenn. Forged records of scholarships and other things that make him credible as a scientist. There was even work that was outright stolen from her, and it was infuriating.

For Ron he took a look at several notes and heard recordings, recording that he could've used for blackmail if he wanted, but there was one note prominent enough to bring him down.

"Dr. Fenn, this is Jack Hench, head of HenchCo Industries. A client of mine wishes to thank you for settling a pest problem that was occurring to him for awhile, and he was more than generous to offer you six million dollars to funding your research and securing you a more promising position at the Middleton Space Center at your behest. He only hopes that you remember these actions as it gave you the future you wanted for yourself. I only hope that your 'inventions' provide a benefit for my client and ensure a prosperous business relationship. Wish you all the best."

A bounty of six million dollars on his parents… went to a bumbling idiot's research, he then steals inventions for an organization known as the WorldWide Evil Empire, who commissioned the assassination. He thought rage would boil in him, but it was more of a quiet, calculating wrath. He debated on whether to kill him or beat him to a point where his body stopped moving. His mind went back to the accident for a split second, and he balled a hand into a fist.

"He accepted money from a crime organization, stole from other people and sold their designs to them. We made the inventions to benefit lives and they turned it into weapons. I feel so sick." Vivian said. Seeing the revelation had shocked her to the core… what experiments did she perform and have used for a criminal organization? Was that one of the reasons they were supplied with doomsday devices?

Ron had a smile on his face and he nodded his head. "He's a sad, pathetic old man who hides behind his reputation, so why don't we rip that from him?" His voice was monotonous.

She turned her head to face him. "What do you mean?"

"You're good with computers right? So why don't we put all of his little secrets on display first?" For some reason, the malice in the boy was stronger than with Jack, he didn't want to just kill him… a more sadistic nature took root in his soul. "His little presentation should help.

Fenn was someone who ripped a lot of things from a lot of people, but the commissioner of the assassination of his parents is the true reason for his suffering. Jack supplied the money, Fenn (may have) carried out the actual killing, but the third conspirator who has yet to reveal himself… was the one who placed it all into motion.

Vivian blinked, then answered the question. "Ok, do what you have to do… then get out of here before it all goes crazy."

Ron simply walked away, satisfied that pieces of the puzzle were coming together. Hell, if he even sees Kim trying to stop him, it wouldn't put too much of a damper on his day.

God, he loved it when a plan comes together.

The Atlantic Ocean:

A man was examining several monitors and screens, all of them involving reports of Kim Possible and an assassin. His left hand would touch the mechanical replacement that was his right hand. Remembering memories of a distant day.

Dealing with Kim Possible was an annoyance, it was bad enough that she was the hero behind so much of his troubles, but now there's someone else: one who doesn't mind blood. Those idiots from Global Justice were already enough, and now there's reports of one of his main benefactors being murdered in cold blood. This was a problem that wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

Perhaps it was time for a little test. Seeing his agents in the room, he let out a smile.

"Agent Sigma." He said. The agent merely stood up in attention. "I'd like you to put your skills to a test. Kim Possible should be easy to draw out, attack the Middleton Space Center, I believe her father works there. Also while you're at it, don't be afraid to tie up a loose end." Agent Sigma simply saluted him.

"That new assassin out there might show up, let's see how he and Kim fare against you." The man finished. Agent Sigma had left the premises and was heading to Middleton as quickly as possible.

It's was only a matter of time until all hell broke loose.

Hi guys it's Dismal again, I'm trying to get the story flowing again, making sure things are straight in RL. I know that the story isn't having enough action, but it's definitely gonna change next chapter. Also, I wanted to use the agents of WEE, but I wanted them to be different than the depictions of the original shows, you'll see what I mean soon enough. I'm glad that there are people that still have faith in the story, so I'm gonna see if I can make the plot line pick up without rushing it. So I hope to hear from you all soon and finish another chapter. Thanks everyone.