Hi all and welcome back! We hope you've enjoyed the tale so far and that we will continue to do so as we go on. Before we start we'd like to thank those who've chimed in or tagged us or the tale in some way: Uberscribbler, Sword of the Azure Rain, Jimmy1201, levi2000a1, Sentinel103, pbow, Beckman (Guest?…But now with a new FF Account for all those PM's?! If it ain't you, then…Ron's not coldblooded, just he's much more focused. Hiro's not a consolation prize, their culture's a bit different from ours; see Spectre666's 'The Lecture' for a short version of this. And if that FF account I spotted in another tale's review ain't "you", then you have a Clone!), Paradoxreader (Guest: Rumors of The Mountain will be spread, this is one such case with all the survivors…As to the blue glow being used to figure out who their main Assassin may be, only 5 people in the world have a clue about who does that and those folks ain't talking to them. Ron, Smart? Well we'll let you be the judge…), carl9390, Drakonis Aurous, holydemon00 and Mahler Avatar (earlier chapter); thanks to you all. And same to those who don't chime in…

Last time Ron had his own 'Running of the Monkeys' and went on his way to thin the herd of bad guys as he and his team rounded up that plane Sheldon had squirreled away for his clandestine plans for future world domination. And while that went down, Ron again tried the patience of his Team Leader…Just like the old days back in Middleton, but this time he really was going out of his way to go all Ronnish on her... Meanwhile said villain-in-good-guy-guise was somewhere else working to get an edge on the bane of his existence in the Far East, again while his chess pieces were being taken from his board. Heck of a thing when you believe you are a Chess Master while your pieces are taken when you turn your head for a moment..Though 'The Mountain' doesn't leave many calling cards when they run a mission like this one, I think this time Ron and Company allowed them for other purposes, as we shall see later on.

Elsewhere, James was brought up to speed by the folks who had their plane spirited away, in order to see if they could somehow locate it. And in the debriefing a little bit of 'family' business from days gone by pops up and says 'Hello' to him in the process. Kim's back from a wedding that isn't hers and a moment in time takes place that begs the question of whether it will draw her and familiar faces to the Land of the Rising Sun or not. Where Ron is…?

And before we start this one, the usual disclaimer; we do like to deny those who have way too much of our money the opportunity to take more of it: Kim Possible and the characters from the program are the property of Disney and their ever growing empire. We're just borrowing them for a little fun and games for ourselves and our readers.

So there, bleah!

Storm Chaser

Chapter 17

Komatsu Air Force Base, Japan, early morning, local time:

Bowing, then offering his hand to the American Ambassador as he disembarked from his Government-issued Gulfstream, "I hope your trip here at this uncivilized hour wasn't too inconvenient.", the Japanese Minister of Defense said as the tall Texan likewise bowed and extended his hand. Shaking hands, the two men warmly greeted each other; their friendship going back years, occasionally playing golf when they had the chance.

Shaking his head, "No, not at all.", he smiled. "I'm just sorry I couldn't respond until now, Nigogi-san, but once the urgency of this situation became clearer to us back home, I assure you that you now have our undivided attention.", Ambassador Shelby Saxton assured the government representative. "But why do you want to meet here, and at this time? We could have done this in the morning"

Peering meaningfully to the Ambassador, "Something has recently been brought to our attention Shelby-san that we believe is closely aligned with your government, and we need to see if the United States can enlighten us regarding it.", the Minister said before lowering his voice, "We also want to do this as quietly as possible."

Puzzled, "I'm not sure how to take that.", he said. Then grimly, "What's going on?", the lifelong diplomat continued as he took in the after hour cloak-and-dagger nature of this clandestine meeting in the early morning gloom of a Japanese military airfield.

Calmly replying, "We have heard…rumors that your military had lost an experimental device not too long ago.", pausing when the Ambassador's shocked demeanor quickly went to neutral, "And very recently, through means we have yet to determine, a device we believe to be yours has been placed into our hands.", he said to the Ambassador, who's demeanor again yo-yoed at the news, while the Minister's gave nothing else away.

Clearing his throat, "What makes you think this device could be one of ours?", the Ambassador asked, struggling to conceal emotions roiling within.

Again, the Defense Minister's demeanor cool, "Though I am no expert, the device appears it could have come from your Lockheed's 'Skunk Works' facility in the United States.", he said.

Sighing in resignation, "You know that I can't comment on the nature of that beast.", he said, shaking his head, simultaneously in relief and frustration. "Well where is it? I could take a look at it and then call in some authorities in the field to come here and look it over. They'd know a lot more than I would."

Nodding, "I am of the same opinion too, Shelby-san, there are many who would know more than me about experimental aircraft as well."

"Yes, quite, now, where is it? If you could, please take me to it."

"We have it stored in a hangar with minimum security guarding it Shelby-san, to keep a low profile from the curious.", he said. Then extending a hand to his chauffeured limousine, "Please let us use my auto to get there.", the Defense Minister offered.

Ten minutes later:

Exiting the black car the representatives of their respective governments and agencies, made the short walk to the door of a large nondescript hangar. Guarding the door were two armed JDF (Japan Defense Force) MP's, on full alert.

Showing his government credentials to the MP's and speaking in English for the benefit of the Ambassador, the Defense Minister said, "Please inform the Officer of the Guard that the United States Ambassador to Japan and the Japanese Defense Minister are here to inspect the item inside this hangar."

Saluting them, one of the guards replied, "Yes Sir.", and then spoke into his radio as the other kept the two covered.

Five minutes later a small green SUV pulled up to the hangar. Two officers exited, approached them, and one asked in English, "May I see your IDs?"

Both government representatives produced their identifications and handed them over. "Please wait while we verify them.", one of the officers said while the other went to the SUV.

Several minutes later, the officer returned from the SUV and handed their credentials back, "Gentlemen if you would follow me.", and all walked to and through the hangar door, into the dark interior.

After they entered the second officer switched on the hangar lights, "If someone can tell us what this is and help us return it to the proper owners we would be very happy.", said the first officer.

All four men walked up to the large sleek black jet, the only identifiable markings on it were gray characters printed stenciled on the twin tails of the craft.

"XP-76?", Shelby Saxton muttered while gazing at the wedge-shaped twin-tailed pilot-less aircraft, "I've never even heard of something like this…", his voice trailing off. Turning to his host, "Minister Nigogi may I make a phone call? I need to speak to someone with a better knowledge of the aircraft in our inventory."

Nodding with a smile, "Yes you may since it is our belief this aircraft belongs to your United States Government.", the Defense Minister replied as the Ambassador took out a satellite phone and walked to a secluded corner of the hangar.

X

Ten minutes later a very ashen-faced Ambassador returned to his escorts and announced, "From what I have been told this aircraft had gone missing three weeks ago, and my government would like very much to have it back."

"Though we do not doubt you, can you prove this is the property of the United States Government?", the senior officer inquired.

"We have people who have designed and tested this vehicle and they could be brought in to verify this for your government. Would that convince you that this aircraft is one of ours?", the Ambassador assured them as they looked between each before turning back to their guest.

"If need be, we can supply the serial numbers to components installed in this aircraft for you to compare as a way of verifying that this is indeed US Government property.", he suggested further.

Taking this in for consideration for a few moments, "That will help in your claim on this aircraft, but we will have to converse higher up so the proper protocols are followed and hand-off back to your government.", the Defense Minister replied.

"I understand. Is there anything else you will require?", the Ambassador asked.

Nodding, the Defense Minister replied, "Yes there is. In the likelihood that this aircraft was indeed property of the United States, our government prepared conditions I was to present to you to pass on to your government to foster proper verification and turnover should proof be forthcoming on your claim of this aircraft."

Surprised at his hosts' advanced preparations for this situation, "Oh, I see…and what would you have me pass on to Washington?", the Ambassador replied.

"We would like a team made up of some of the people who built this 'airplane',", the Minister waved a hand to the craft, "an internationally known scientist familiar with this field of craft construction, members of your military or the agency which tested this when it went missing and representatives from Global Justice.", the Minister outlined his country's conditions to the Ambassador.

Curious as to their specific inclusion, "Why Global Justice?", the Ambassador asked.

"They are the United Nations Law Enforcement Agency. Their inclusion would lend international gravitas to the team made up of either the CIA or NSA, with technicians or scientists with the data to give proof to your claim that this aircraft does belong to the United States.", the Minister explained. "Think of it as adding a layer of legitimacy to this endeavor."

Nodding in agreement, "I see…Ok, I will notify my government to make the arrangements.", the Ambassador replied. "But if I may add some conditions of my own, I'd also like to have a detachment of our own MP's from a nearby Marine Base be brought here."

Surprised at this request, "Mister Ambassador, why do you feel the need to include some of your Marines here on a Japanese Defense Base?", the Minister replied, a little taken aback at this.

"To assist the Nation of Japan in securing this item.", he replied, "Our men have worked together before and this is important enough to continue to do so. I propose a combined Security Team both inside and outside the hangar."

Bowing in acceptance, "Mister Ambassador I will pass this request along to my government, but be assured that we will find it an acceptable request. And in a show of our continuing goodwill, we will also assist in the transportation of the aircraft back to the States when you have provided proof positive of ownership of the plane."

XXX

Twenty minutes later James Possible's desk phone rang. "James Possible.", the world renowned rocket scientist greeted his caller.

"Doctor Possible this is Quinton Cleaver, are you finished looking through the data on that project I asked about? Something has come up."

"I'm sorry General about not getting back to you sooner, but yes I have completed what you asked. Are you coming back in so that we can talk about it?"

"I am coming in…in the afternoon. As a matter of fact I also need to ask another favor of you and I need you to pack a bag for a little trip you and I are going on."

"Oh? And where are we going General?"

"I can't disclose that to you at the moment, but suffice it to say that I just got the call from my boss along the lines of what we talked about earlier regarding this project, and he is quite perturbed about what he's just learned.", Quinton explained. "Of course you will not be the only one traveling with me. There are going to be several of our design staff going with us for ownership verification as well as a few members of Global Justice to give this an unbiased appearance to our 'hosts' as well."

"When do you expect to be here then?"

"Our flight takes off from Andrews in two hours, Global Justice will provide a ride for you and they will meet you at your house in three."

"Alright General, I'll sign out here and make preparations for this trip.", James said, before chuckling. "I just hope my wife's schedule allows me the chance to call her and I can catch my daughter before I head off with you."

"Busy schedules?"

"Yes Sir, very. If you remember my wife Anne is a Neurosurgeon at the local hospital and my daughter Kim was summer-interning with GJ and is heading back to Oxford in a few days.", James explained. "Her next term begins in two weeks, and both have been pretty busy with their work schedules this summer."

"Kimberly?"

"Yes Sir that's her; now if you will excuse me I have to close up shop at the Space Center and go home to pack.", James said as he ended the call. Then taking a seat at his desk, he signed on to his email, created his 'Out of Office' notification for his absence from work (leaving out the 'need to know' details), and sent emails to his superiors explaining what he could to them of his absence from the site.

That done, James saved and closed all documents and files he had open for his current projects at the Center, and then updated his password before shutting his workstation down for the duration.

With a sigh he packed his briefcase, took one look around his office before he turned off his lights, then shut and locked his office door.

XXX

Global Justice: One hour before the General's call to Doctor Possible.

Gesturing to the chairs in front of her desk, "Please sit.", the one-eyed leader of Global Justice invited the three people before her.

Looking nervously to his boss, "Ma'am?", Wade asked.

Looking to him in mild amusement, "There's nothing for you to be concerned about Wade, but there is something I'd like to ask you to do for me.", Betty replied. Sighing, 'I have no idea why he always thinks that we're not happy with his work here. Sometimes it's worse than it was with Stoppable.'

Picking up on her reflection, "Ma'am?", Agent Du inquired at her pause, "Are you alright?"

"Oh! Yes Will…in fact I need", she said, holding out three folders, one for each, "the three of you to travel to somewhere for me. The trip should only take a few days."

Mindful of her upcoming schedule, Kim asked, "Dr. Director, will we be back before I have to leave to go back to school?"

Nodding, "I believe you should be Kimberly, you will be there for no more than a few days.", Betty assured Kim.

After a relieved sigh, "That's good to hear, but why am I going wherever we're going? Will and Wade are full time members of GJ, I'm not even a full-fledged Agent yet…", Kim protested.

"Your presence there will give a measure of credibility", Betty cut in with a knowing smile, "to the Government in question before they allow inspection of some equipment in their possession. I would go myself, but I have some pressing business to attend to here."

In confusion at the accolade and the vague reference to her old rep from her boss, "Are you sure, Ma'am? It's been a while since I've been on that stage, I just don't know why either country would want me there in that capacity.", Kim replied.

"Yes Miss Possible, I'm quite sure. You're just the person for this particular request. I want you there, the United States and the other country wants you there and it's because of who you are and have been all these years, your world saving reputation notwithstanding.", Dr. Director said warmly of her intern.

Blushing in embarrassment, "Uh thanks Ma'am, but I couldn't have done all that stuff without a lot of support.", Kim said in gratitude that all could see. Shrugging, "Well I guess I have to pack for the trip…"

Smiling at Kim's embarrassment, "Yes you do Kimberly." Then to the others, "Wade, go home and pack a travel bag and make sure you carry your passports and GJ badges. Will you live on base here so go get ready to go…oh make sure that you carry a GJ uniform in case you need it."

"Yes Ma'am.", they chorused as all rose from their chairs to begin their preparations.

Pausing briefly when, "One more thing you'll need to give a ride to Doctor Possible. Kimberly's Father was requested for this trip due to his scientific expertise on the subject of this excursion.", Betty added.

"Daddy's coming? I can't wait to find out why.", Kim responded with a small smile.

Looking to Kim, "You will find out on the flight over." Then to them all, "Now like I said you have to get packed. Agent Du will pick you up on his way to the airport."

"Anything else?", she again looked to them. No replies, "Dismissed and good luck."

XXX

Sapporo, Japan:

The young blond sat quietly at a table in the Math Library, taking care that he was caught up on all of his assignments when a short raven haired Japanese girl plopped down in a seat across from him.

(Kaminsky-san, that is twice now that you missed class. Had you made arrangements to take the final later?), the new arrival 'blared' in the quiet of the library to Kaminsky-san.

Nonplussed, Ron looked up from his work. (Ah Sekari-san it is good to see you.), the American deadpanned in a whisper, as he tried to impress upon her the requirement of 'quiet' inside the library.

Ignoring the hint he subtly gave her, (So did you fail then? I cannot imagine how as I see you are studying subjects into further classes.), she ranted a little higher than the tone of 'Library conversation'.

Arching an eyebrow, (As you should be.), again Ron kept his voice low. (If you must know I have completed all my current work and likewise am up to date with my exams in all my classes. As of this moment I am caught up on everything as usual, so I am studying ahead.)

(Why?)

(To make sure that I understand what is being taught in class.), Ron explained, (it wouldn't hurt you to do some extra studying.)

The petite Japanese girl countered, (And it wouldn't hurt you to get out and do something, maybe get some exercise.), she fussed. (I know, do you like skiing, Kaminsky-san?)

(As a matter of fact, I do like to ski Sekari-san, but do you mean downhill or Nordic? I have the equipment to do either.), Ron informed her, keeping quiet about having grown up in Colorado. And sticking to his story to keep her from learning where he was really from.

Her head cocked in confusion, (What is Nordic skiing?), having never heard of the term before.

His voice still lower than hers, (It is also known as cross-country skiing. In some places in the world it was the only mode of transportation for people in heavy snow.), Ron informed her. (It is popular in northern Europe, where some cultures have been on skis for over five thousand years.)

Dismissively, (I have never heard of it before, and no matter, I doubt that I can learn it properly in just a few hours.)

(It is easy enough to learn and it is gives you a very good workout, but if you just want to go yo-yo skiing on the slopes, then we can go to the mountains tomorrow, they have plenty of snow up there. Do you have gear of your own or do you have to rent?)

Sniffing indignantly at his 'challenge', (I have my own things. I am a very good skier.)

Trying not to smirk, (So you are interested in a little back-country powder maybe…it will be the weekend.), Ron offered a little skeptically.

Her ego overriding reality, (As I stated Kaminsky-kun I am a very good skier.), she huffed crossly. Then with a smirk of her own, (And after a long day you could take me out to dinner before we head back home.), Sekari suggested.

Ron laughed lightly, (Ah you have again snared me into a 'date'.), and shook his head in mock resignation. (Ok I will meet you at the train station tomorrow at six.)

(Six? Why? That is way too early for a weekend.), the beautiful girl complained.

(More skiing for the money, I will cover your meals so that you won't starve.), Ron laughed, (Anyway you invited me to get some exercise, but make sure you pack some extra clothes in case you get wet…so you will have something dry to change into.)

Frowning, (I do not have a proper backpack in which to carry the items I need.)

An 'Aha moment, (Then we must go shopping!), Ron carried the emotion involved. (And I will take care of what you need, that way I won't have to carry all of your things.), Ron related to her.

Brightly at what he proposed, (And you will buy me dinner tonight?)

(Of course, and I will meet you at your apartment in two hours. There is something I must take care of first.)

(Very good, do not be late.), she mock warned, waggling a finger at him.

Smirking and lowering his gaze, (Every time you conned me into taking you out…), she dithered in place, (have I ever been late?)

Finding an opening to retake the conversation, (No, and now is not a good time to start…That is, if you want to keep our relationship going.)

His mouth opened to rebut, the blond American paused when he realized that he and the Japanese college co-ed really did have a relationship. Though it was mostly of him telling her what she wanted and of her telling him how she wanted him to act, he had to admit they did have something of a relationship.

Chuckling, he half-smiled and replied, (I will be on time Sekari-san, just make sure you are up. I don't want to miss the early train. Now go back to your apartment, I will meet you there.)

Giggling, (I will be there Kaminsky-san, don't you be late.)

In mock-seriousness, Dean rose from his chair and bowed to her before she skipped her way out of the library. Alone again he packed his study materials before he headed home to feed his little buddy. Musing while zipping his backpack, he wondered what Ukuma Sekari would think if she was aware of just how close she lived to Rufus Stoppable, the famous rodent member of Team Possible.

Or for that matter, what her reaction would be to learn that the young man she had spent almost the entire fall semester romantically pursuing had brought an alien invasion to an abrupt, and quite brutal, end some three and a half years earlier.

Shrugging at more of life's moments taking place below peoples' radars, Ron once again gathered his wits as he prepared for the possibility of misleading Ukuma should she try to follow him home, again. Turning right as he exited the library, he faded from view as he faded into the night.

X

Ten minutes later Ron entered his apartment, and after calling out to his buddy, he placed his backpack on the table and listened for a reply from his mole rat buddy.

Hearing nothing, he quietly took a deep breath and slowly let it out as he centered and drew out the MMP.

'Ah there he is, asleep and happy.', Ron mused as he went in to his bedroom, picked up the softly snoring mole rat and carried him into the kitchen so he could spend time with his friend as he prepared dinner for him. Gently Ron set his little buddy down on a bed of soft dishtowels and potholders he made, well enough to the side of the cooking surface.

Bringing down a pan from its overhead hook, Ron softly set it on a just lit stove burner, "Rufus, I got stuff to make nachos with.", he quietly called to the expert, other than Ron, of all things cheesy.

Though still quite asleep, the mole rat's whiskers lightly twitched as the announcement registered somewhere in his sleep-addled mind.

Ron, continuing his 'stealth-cooking' for his naked buddy, quietly removed a packet of ground meat and a block of cheddar from the refrigerator, then added oil to the pan, and when it began to bubble, set about a third-pound of the meat into the sizzling pan. As the meat heated up, he also reached for a container of beans he was going to add at the right moment to the pan.

Then chopping the meat-slab into smaller chunks with a wooden spoon, he let the meat cook while he quickly chopped onions to go with the diced tomatoes and shredded lettuce he had prepared the night before for upcoming weekly meals. Then he sliced some cheddar he was going to break up to add to the toppings.

"Rufus?", Ron called softly again, "I'm making you some nachos…Just like back home."

Bolting upright, a dishtowel snagged on his head, "Hnk. Cheese?", Rufus was quite awake now.

Snickering at the sight, "Yeah buddy, cheese.", Ron said as he picked up his oldest friend and brought him to his chest to cuddle him for a moment.

Pulling his hands to look to his friend, "Ok buddy, I've got some stuff going on again.", Ron said as Rufus realized where this was going, "You know that girl who has been playing me all last semester?", he said as Rufus nodded and then swiped a slice of cheese from a plate.

Munching on the slice for a moment, "Hnk sure.", an eyebrow raised as he continued on his snack.

"We are going skiing tomorrow, and I'm leaving you with provisions to make it through to Saturday night when I get back.", Ron said, getting the discussion about Rufus' provisions for the weekend out of the way. "That means I also gotta meet with the local Sensei tonight and let him know that I can't make tomorrow's class but I should be back for one on Sunday afternoon."

At the naked mole rat's furrowed brow, "Yeah, well I won't tell the local Sensei why I'm out tomorrow, but I'll take what he comes up with to make up for my missing that class.", Ron replied. "Anyway since we're going skiing and she doesn't have a good backpack she and I are going shopping for one after you eat.", he said as Rufus smirked at his best friend.

Over the years, to the complete mystification of all who observed them, Rufus and Ron seemed to have a complete understanding of each other's conversations. Whether it came from either or both being unique in that regard, or the lifelong bond they had with each other, neither questioned what others just couldn't fathom. But Rufus joined everyone else at Ron's ability to talk to insects, especially roaches; they all agreed that was odd.

At his buddy's angry chittering, "Yeah, I know I should have let you come with us on that island raid, but besides all the gunfire and explosions you could have avoided, I was more afraid of someone could have recognized you.", Ron explained to the irritated mole rat.

Then at even more indignant chittering, "But I did you a favor not taking you on the China mission..It was very cold, and you could have been recognized by my partner too.", he tried to soothe Rufus over that mission.

At the razzberry he received, "C'mon, you know you were better off with Sensei and Nooni than in that cold countryside and cave!", he defended while catching the stare Rufus sent him. "I mean, it was even too cold for me! And we both know how cold you get when in a place like that one for too long."

After swiping another slice of cheese, "Hmph.", Rufus stuffed his face, crossed his arms and turned away from Ron.

Still trying to placate his friend, "Well, if it's any consolation, I'm glad you weren't with me on that one anyway. You know I got shot, and so did the girl I was partnered with..", he said while he thought back to that day. "You might have liked her though, she had KP's drive and single-mindedness, but without KP's skills or decision making abilities."

It was at this point that Rufus' comments about Ron's comparisons between the Chinese Agent and his 'Mom' was thwarted by the increasing aroma given off by the meat being cooked for him. The naked mole rat's drool factor increased with every second the beef sizzled in the pan, nearly sending him over the edge when Ron placed him back on the counter to apply the beans and spices both knew and loved to the pan-browning beef.

And for a moment it was as if they were both in the Bueno Nacho of the good old days in Middleton; and closing their eyes for a moment, each felt as if they were back there as they inhaled meaty spice-laden fragrance wafting from the stove.

A wistful sigh after inhaling the scent of a memory, "You know KP and I went to the grand opening...geee how many years has it been?", Ron's smile fading at the passage of time.

Sniffing back in answer, "Anyway it doesn't matter.", as he stirred the concoction. Pausing his spoon, "We both rode on her bike…It was a new place and I had heard all about it. But K…KP really didn't want to go, and I was going to sneak out of the house.", he grinned mischievously. "I told her what I was gonna do and she came with me…", he aimlessly stirred the ingredients, "Well I guess I went with her since it was her bike and all.", he snickered at the difference. Snorting and shaking his head, "We got grounded for a week. The 'rents weren't real happy about us going that far without permission.", his eyes misting a little.

Wiping the tears forming in his eyes, "She took the grounding because of something her goofy and too-overly-focused friend wanted to do. She didn't have to do that you know, but when she did right then I said I'd do anything for her…..and I did too.", he sniffled and grabbed a clean cloth. "I got outta her life.", he wiped more tears that formed. "Anyway I hope she found that 'hottie' she'd always been looking for, the best deserves the best.", Ron said, then wiped his face of tears.

Randomly stirring Rufus' meal, "I mean I was such a loser in middle school and then my legacy, if you wanna call it that, continued into high school.", Ron frowned. "Gawd she could have distanced herself from me back then…", he said in self-pity, "It would have been a lot less painful in the long run.", Ron rambled as he let out disjointed thoughts.

"Hnk Mom…", Rufus chirped from beside the stove.

Turning to his best bud, "Yeah I know, but now she's better off,", Sniff, "than with me.", his eyes shined. Wiping his eyes again, he went back to stirring Rufus' dinner.

Rufus knew his best friend was not over Kimberly Anne Possible by a long shot no matter what Ron claimed to the contrary. As hard as it was for him, it was through their shared MMP that he knew just how hard Kim's inexplicable and complete severance of ties with his best human bud had affected him.

What made it hard for the brave mole rat though, was their planned separation in the upcoming summer months. A career-based separation from Ron he did not look forward to after spending his entire life with the human who picked him out from nearly thirty others at Smarty Mart all those years ago and selflessly gave him food, shelter, adventure and love from that day to this.

Mindful of the sizzling nacho mix on the stove, he patted Ron's arm, "Hnk, not you...not you fault."

Sadly, "Yeah it was Rufus, I so screwed the pooch for us a long time ago…Kim should have just moved to her rightful place on the food chain…right near the top where she belonged rather than hold herself back and give me hope of what I really had no business attaining…", Ron sniffed and wiped his nose with tissue.

Teary eyed, "Well she's made the right decision and she'll be a lot better for it…", he trailed off as he looked down.

His focus settling on his pan, "Hey look the nacho goodies are almost done. Hold on a minute and I'll get a bowl out for ya and dump a bag of chips in it.", Ron said as he came out of his funk.

His mood also improving through the magic of BN-Tex-Mex-Goodness that only Ron could create away from their kitchens, "Hnk, good Ron…YAY!", Rufus chittered as his best friend poured the hot meat and bean mix over the bed of chips, and topped it off with lettuce, tomatoes, black olives and shredded cheddar.

"Heh, not so much 'Good Ron', but good Rufus…you're the man buddy.", he smiled as Rufus began plotting the best way to attack Mount-BN-in-bowl.

"Listen are you gonna be alright tonight till I get back? I worry about you sometimes." Ron said as he turned to other additives he was assembling for his buddy, "That's right salsa and sour cream…Do you want peppers too?", when he noticed Rufus looking to them.

Quickly grabbing a chip that did not lead to a nacho-avalanche and shoving it into his mouth, Rufus chirped, "Nope.", making fast work of it.

Lightly laughing, "Ok I guess I'll leave you to your dinner. Now do you want me to pick up your favorite sushi on the way home?"

Rufus smiled and nodded, "Uh huh."

"Ok, now tonight I am taking that girl out to shop for a good backpack to carry her stuff in tomorrow.", he said, then mindful of the timing of it all, "Oh and remember tomorrow I'm going to leave early and be home late."

"Hnk sure."

"Is that enough food for you 'till I get back?"

"Hnk, no."

"Like I always said you're a greedy rat Rufus.", Ron chuckled.

A 'hand' on a hip, the mole rat pointed to the door with the other hand and stuck his tongue out at Ron in mock annoyance.

With a laugh Ron picked his jacket off the chair in the living room and exited the apartment. Looking at his watch Ron noted he had enough time to make one stop on the way to Ukuma Sekari's apartment.

XXX

The Possible Home, Middleton, Colorado:

Packing in her old bedroom, Kim heard the door open downstairs. "Daddy is that you?", she called down.

Surprised, "Yes Kimmie, it's me. Now what are you doing home already? Everything ok at GJ?", James asked.

"Everything's fine at GJ Daddy, I'm just packing for the same flight out that you're taking…wherever we're going to go tonight. Agent Du's picking us up in a few minutes, so you'd better hurry.", Kim replied, to her Dad's other surprise moment of the day.

Looking at his watch, "You're right honey I have to get my stuff ready to go and then we can talk.", James told her loud enough to hear him from below.

"I'll be down in a few minutes Daddy, but make sure you bring your Space Center IDs and your Passport.", Kim, ever mindful that sometimes her Father actually was an actual real life representation of the absentminded professor everyone heard, about reminded him, "If it all works out I think we have time for a cup of coffee before Du shows up for us."

They were nearly done with that cup of coffee when they heard the honk of a car horn from out in the driveway. After placing the rinsed cups in the dishwasher they headed to their bags at the front door.

"Ready to go, Kimmie?", James asked his firstborn.

Picking up her bag, "Yeah let's see why they need us so bad.", Kim replied.

Opening the door after picking up his bag, "Oh I could have told you, but I might as well let the General inform everyone after we board.", Dr. Possible informed her.

"Oh, do you know where we are going?"

"No they haven't informed me of exactly where yet, but I do know why they need us.", as he closed and locked the door.

"Go ahead Dad.", Kim said when she saw him wait for her to go first to the van.

"We'll only be gone for a few days honey. I called your Mother up on the way home.", James informed her as they made the short walk to their ride.

Opening the back door, James let Kim slip her bag into the back and hesitated when she turned to take his bag next.

"Honey I can do that…"

"It's no problem Dad, get in, I'll take care of your bag.", Kim insisted, taking his bag from him, as he kept his briefcase with him.

At Kim's evident seriousness in the matter James handed his luggage to her and walked to the passenger side door, behind the 'B' pillar, opened it, climbed in and buckled into a seat on the second row.

Agent Du, ready to assist realized the red head had the luggage situation well in hand, so he remained in his seat, waiting for his passengers to buckle in for the ride out. All told five minutes passed from his honk announcement to their heading down the street to the airport.

From his third row seat, "Hey Kim, looks like everyone's here.", the African-American genius said to her. "But does anyone know where we're going?"

James Possible spoke up, "As a matter of fact, I do. We have been asked to go to Japan to determine if something that recently came into possession of the Japanese Government belongs to our government."

Shrugging, "All we should have to do is send the serial numbers of some of the equipment and that should be good enough Sir.", Wade said as the simplest way to rectify the situation. Though he'd gotten better about being outside and among other people, he still had some issues with trips as long as this one and to people he didn't know fully.

Shaking his head, "Normally that would be true Wade, but in this case the Japanese Officials want one-hundred percent proof that this item is really ours.", James replied. "In fact we are very fortunate they decided to contact us about this."

"Why is that Daddy?", Kim asked.

"The equipment in their possession is very classified, and is worth a large sum of money. If it's what they said it is we consider ourselves very lucky it has been made available to us as it was."

"Doctor Possible, GJ is used to dealing with classified material and information, so I don't understand why all this cloak-and-dagger.", Wade said, a little mystified. "Heck they had been doing that years ago when Kim and Ron started taking on the bad guys.", he followed up.

"Yes I have heard some of the stories too, Wade,", James said, "but these are not my rules. I'm sure the General will brief everyone when our flight is underway to Japan, which I believe will be within the hour."

XXX

Sapporo, Japan:

Entering the Dojo where he trained, the blond American found the training room empty. From there he walked to the office of the Master who was always on the premises during the day.

(Sensei.), Ron knocked on the door frame and bowed, (May I have a moment of your time?)

(Yes Student, you may. Now what do you wish to speak about?)

(I cannot be here for class tomorrow. Something has come up, but I should be back for class on Sunday.), Ron explained.

An eyebrow rose, (Oh, I see...), the Sensei paused as if in thought. Then serenely, (You do know that the Sunday class is only for advanced students do you not? They hit harder than those in classes for the lower students.)

Sighing, (I know Master; I am prepared to take a beating if necessary to continue my training.), Ron said, playing the part he had chosen to play here.

Staring sternly, (And you will I promise you.), he said harshly. Then sighing, (Very well you will be the 'duty uki' tomorrow if you are in class.), the Sensei declared in feigned resignation. Again sternly, (Now do you have anything else to reveal to me?)

(No Sensei, that is all…And thank you for allowing me the honor of participating in that class.), Ron bowed again, not looking forward to the 'treatment' he was going to receive from the senior students who were going to have a field day with him.

Less conflicted at what was to come from continuing his charade at this Dojo, Ron was more worried that the date Master Sensei of Yamanouchi had set for him to reveal to Initu Kakkuri, Sensei of this Dojo, that he wasn't the hapless gaijin he presented to the Karate Master when he joined as a student, had passed.

It was only Ron's status at Yamanouchi that kept a group of Ninja Graduates from visiting the Sapporo Dojo to 'advise' the blond American to reveal to the local Master that he was, indeed, a deadly martial artist and shed some light on his mystical place in the Martial Arts world. And in their advisement of the Chosen One he was to also reveal to the local Master that their Chosen One is to be treated with respect and dignity while in his 'care'.

Even though Ron's lifelong habit of avoiding confrontations, like this one, held strong with the blond, he nevertheless kept this particular confrontation 'highlighted' at the back of his mind where he occasionally mulled scenarios of how he would pull this off.

But now it seemed that what the little Japanese minx had somehow maneuvered him into just a couple hours before might be advantageous as to how he would accomplish resolving this situation he had placed himself into. Hopefully without too much blood shed in the process.

XX

Outdoor Sports, Sapporo, Japan (huge equipment store):

(Ah here we are.), Dean Kaminsky announced to the girl who snookered him into their upcoming trip to snow-covered slopes in the morning. Holding the door open for her, with a slight bow, (We will find what we are looking for here.)

Looking on disdainfully, (Humph, an outdoor store?), the small woman said. She didn't really shop at these specialty places preferring to 'save' money instead.

Holding up a forefinger, (Rule number one, when you are going to do something you really enjoy…get the good stuff.), Ron sagely informed Ukuma Sekari.

He, having lived by this credo the last few years, had the funds to be sure no matter what endeavor he took part in, purchased solid functional equipment for his own comfort and safety. And, by associating with Ukuma, Ron was about to do the same for her.

And besides, Ron also was smart enough to know that whenever he did anything with this girl he should always have his credit card with him. No matter what activity she involved him in.

After making their way to an open area of the store, then standing off a bit walking around her and looking her over head-to-toe, (Ok the first thing skis boots, bindings and poles.), Ron announced as he made his way to that section of the store.

Catching up to him, (I said I have my own gear…)

(Yes you did, my treat.), Ron smirked and sped up.

(Ok, Ok.), she surrendered.

Since the store didn't have very many customers at the moment they were able to get assistance rather quickly.

(May I help you?), a woman sales associate politely asked them.

(Yes Ma'am we are going on a ski trip in the morning and my friend here needs everything.), Ron replied.

(Very good Sir, we'll get her fitted for skis and boots first so that they can be mounted and prepped before she purchases the rest.), the Saleswoman said, looking at Ukuma. (Now if you would please follow me.), she said as she headed off. Then turning to look at Ron, (Do you need anything?)

Shaking his head, (Not today, but thank you for asking.), Ron answered, then nudged Ukuma forward, (Go on she won't bite.)

Grrrr (I don't need all this stuff…), her irritation rising.

Ron responded calmly, giving her no recourse, (If you are going into the back-country with me you will have proper gear. I don't want to have to carry you and your broken equipment out.), he admonished her. (Now go, they have to fit the skis and boots first.)

(Alright I'm going, I'm going.)

Directing her to a chair, (Please sit.),the sales woman told Ukuma, (Now what is your shoe size?)

Ron spoke up, (Just measure her, but get her some real socks first.), he told the blond thought for a moment, (Four pairs.)

Thirty minutes later a somewhat subdued, yet still annoyed Ukuma Sekari, now in her boots to get used to them, stood on a pair of skis (without the bindings attached yet!)

Ron muttered then to the saleswoman, (Better…what do you think?)

(I suggest these; they have a little better floatation. They are an excellent all around ski for the non-expert.)

(I agree, I have not kept up on new equipment models…I do my own work, but I do not have enough time to truly fit her.), he said. Then, (Oh do these boots have a 'walk' mode?)

(Yes I will show you how to engage it in a moment before we take them off her.)

(Good.), he said to the saleswoman before turning to, (Ukuma that is a good feature especially if you are not on your skis all day.)

The sales rep then showed how to do this with the boots and then made the put-upon girl try it herself until she had the motion down pat.

(Good Ukuma-san, please remove your boots so that the technician can get the bindings mounted. Then we have to select poles.), Ron instructed with a wistful smile as he remembered when his best friend taught him how to do all this back in the day.

Once the poles were selected Ron picked up a curious device and plopped it down with the rest of the gear. (What is that?), the Japanese girl asked.

An eyebrow rose, (How are you going to carry your skis when they are not on your feet?)

Chagrined, (Oh.), she blushed.

Ron turned to the saleslady, (We have to obtain proper ski clothing now while the skis are being prepped.)

(Follow me. Let's start on the inside and work our way out.), she replied. Looking to Ukuma's feet, (We already have the socks.)

(I like the way you think. Lead on.), Ron snorted knowing he was going to have to take the girl home to drop off her gear before they went to dinner.

It took another hour, but when they were done, Ukuma Sekari was set with a base layer (good long johns), a good fleece layer, insulated ski pants and an excellent jacket with proper gloves and a cute but functional hat. After they added goggles, they headed over to the backpacks.

They were going through some of the features when something on one of the backpacks got Ron's attention. Pointing to it, (What is that thing?)

(That? Oh that is a new safety feature we believe is going to become standard with these packs.)

(So what is it? I mean it looks like a hose, but it's not like any hydration system I've seen before.)

(It's hooked to an air supply….) At Ron's confused look, (it's fairly new. If the skier is able to if he is caught in an avalanche he simply places it over his mouth for air. It's supposed to keep the victim breathing.), the saleslady explained.

(Ahhh now I understand, show us how to employ it then.)

Hesitantly, (Uh sure.), she replied, a little unsure.

After messing with it for a few minutes Ron was basically annoyed with it, (You know there has to be an easier way to implement this…It's too complicated to work in an emergency…), he said in frustration. (Let's go and check out another style. We'd have better luck with fluid replacement.)

(Sir you can use the Black Diamonds with a fluid replacement too.)

(Ok, fit Ukuma with one, but it has to be large enough to carry all the stuff we bought today. I don't think we need to use the air thing for where we are going in the morning though.), Ron told her.

They made Ukuma put her parka back on and then fit the pack pulling on different straps to make sure they had a decent fit. With a knowing smile Ron memorized where everything fit. (Now please explain to my friend how the clothes all fit together.)

Indignantly, (Hey! I'm not dumb…), Ukuma protested.

(I didn't say you were, but you now have a lot of new gear and you have to get used to it.)

For a few minutes Ukuma got a briefing and reiteration of what her gear, how it fit, and how to deal with it all.

After all were assured of her familiarization with the new gear, Ron said with a smile, (Well it seems like we heated up my credit card a bit. Let's go see if the skis are ready…crud boots for off slope…better get a new pair of those, but they have to fit in the pack too.), he said thoughtfully.

Turning to the saleslady, (What do you have that is easy to pack, warm and comfortable? I have a feeling that if she has cold sore feet she is going to make my life hell.), Ron smirked to Ukuma's glare.

Chuckling, (We'll find something.), he was assured.

(I know you will,), he sighed dramatically, (thank you.), as Ukuma smacked him lightly on the arm before she went off with the saleslady.

Rubbing his arm in mock hurt, the blond American drifted back to the pack section where he found what he was looking for. (Ahh storage bags. This will keep her stuff dry even if she is dumb enough to leave the top of the bag open.)

Returning a few minutes later, (We found a better fit and function in another style, but it does have the device we installed in it to give her avalanche safety. However, in this case they are very easy to do.), the saleslady told Ron when they found him again.

Nodding thoughtfully, (Very good. But do you think you can get me one?…You never know when you get off the main runs.), the blond replied.

Her smile brightening at the increased sales day she was getting from these two, (Yes. I will be right back. It is a good feature.)

Ukuma just looked at Ron, (You didn't have to do this you know…)

(I know, but it will ease my mind.), he sighed. (Now we need to hurry a bit and get the rest of your new gear so that I can take you out to dinner. But you are going to have to put your boots on for a few minutes first.), Ron warned.

(Why?)

(To set your binding release; that way you get to pop out of your skis to without being injured.), Ron informed her. (And I'm sure the technician will want to do this himself.)

The saleslady returned, (Are you ready to pick up your new skis? They prepped them in the back already.)

Ukuma smiled gratefully, (Thank you for helping me out..)

Her smile genuine, (It is what we do to make sure your ski experience is a good one.), the saleslady replied.

Ron took the quite loaded backpack from Ukuma and sent her off to the back of the store. With a small sigh he smiled at his memories of shopping with Kim when she went to try out new equipment, 'Thanks Kim you taught me an awful lot over the years.'

X

After Ron paid the rather large bill for the equipment, the two exited the store and walked out to the side of the street. They hailed a taxi for the ride back to the Japanese girl's apartment where they could drop her new toys off.

XXX

On Board the Air Force Business Jet:

General Cleaver sat at the head of the conference table with those invited to this government-sponsored secret trip.

"Good afternoon lady and gentlemen and thank you for your time in taking this trip. Each of you has been chosen for a specific reason and when I tell you why you begin to understand the slight problem we have.", he said before he paused to let this sink in. "My name is Quinton Cleaver and I work with a program dedicated to the creations and deployment of experimental aircraft within the United States Government."

Again he paused as they absorbed this information. "A few weeks ago one such vehicle disappeared. At first we thought it had been destroyed or crashed. Later we, ah, found it had been hijacked." Looks of surprise appeared on all faces except for James Possible's when he paused for a moment more.

When they settled, "Earlier today we found out from the Japanese Government that it may have been found and was somehow left in their possession…" Again surprise and gasps in their reactions, "We", gesturing to all present, "are going over there to determine if what they have in a secure hangar on one of their air bases is the very same aircraft that was hijacked from our control."

"Are there any questions so far?"

"Sir,", Wade Load raised his hand, "which aircraft is this?"

Looking determined and smug at the same time, "This is classified,", at Wade's inability to hack that intel, "and I want you to know that this whole mission is classified. But this I will divulge to you; the airplane we have been lead to believe turned up in Japan is designated XP-76. It is a hypersonic vehicle, and some of the people around this table helped design and produce it."

"Sir I understand some of that, but why am I here. I'm just a Trainee.", Kim asked.

Looking warmly to her, "The Japanese Government trusts you Miss Possible,", then looking to Wade and Will, "and they also want GJ here as an independent observer to verify that the plane's identity is what we say it is.", General Cleaver replied.

Then looking to her Dad, "Your Father is here because he tested some of the hardware in his lab…and he and some others made some modifications that allow the airplane go as fast as it was designed to fly."

"Now from the description I've received from our Ambassador to Japan, I believe that the plane they have in their possession is indeed ours and once we get about halfway there I will call for a cargo plane we have on standby to fly out to ferry it back to the States."

Interrupting, "May I point out that the aircraft we are talking about doesn't quite fit inside of the 'normal' cargo plane.", James Possible said.

With a wry smile, "James I don't think you've been keeping track of recent acquisitions made by the United States Air Force. Quite recently they acquired something that I believe will work quite well in that regard.", Quinton informed the rocket scientist.

Mystified of what Cleaver was talking about, "But the only thing close enough to pull this off is the AN-225, a Russian cargo plane", James countered.

Smugly smirking, "Yes I know James. And one is being prepped for takeoff as we speak."

XXXX

Not much more to say other than while one moves in one direction, the other moves somewhere else. Kind of like two different fluids moving with their defined lines of existence pushing around each other, but not converging.

Oy.