Kim Potential…

Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.

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Part XV…

Alleyway of Middleton Industrial Shippers' freight warehouse…12:15 pm…

Thursday…

Ok…Potential peered at the drone receiver in her hand. Drone #55 currently following Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable as they made their way from Middleton High to the warehouse, now two blocks from them. Drone #47 in position over the warehouse, showing on the split screen, no indication that any support forces had been called in. A point a rather anxious Drakken had just called in to her about, suddenly fearful that on this day of all days, Possible might just possibly have chosen to go the safe route and get backup.

Nope…Good ole Kim Possible, single-handedly but for tuba boy and rat…Right, mollleeerat, lets remember that…Chargin' in, unstoppable, no need for any back-up. Geesh…Doesn't her dad even monitor us on these things?

My dad has two drones monitoring me and a van full of henchthugs in support, standing by…Fond beam.

Ah…Right…She does think of that sometimes. At least when things aren't go so well…Or Dad P is like "Oh, you battled another mad genius and his fleet of nuclear-powered kill drones? Very nice…Hafta get off to work now, Kim." What is up with that? He's more worried about me…Us…Dating. What, embarrassing the Possible name by hookin' up with someone "unPossible"?

Gotta remember that to use to help bring her down during any confrontations…Or if we go with that thawing out every decade…

And mo…EstepM'd probably come stumblin' in, just to keep him happy. Cause that's her job.

Gee…She almost seemed like she…

Well Ms. Dr. Possible did help us out that time…They do that. Eh…

"Kimberly?" Drakken's voice.

"Yo, Pop…What's shakin' in the warehouse?"

See…My dad checks in on me, all the time. How'd'ya like that, Possible?

Yeah…I know you would. Cause I'm you, just Evily better...Sneer.

"We're all set. Are you ready?"

"Just waitin' my chance to hook up with my best beau. 'Heya Ron'." Happy smile.

"Very good, honey. But don't over do it. I see Possible's now on the street in front of the warehouse, moving to the main door."

"Sure, Dad. Yeah, I see it." She eyed the screen, where Kim and Ron could be seen on the lower half approaching the warehouse, passing her alley.

"I better sign off…Loveyadaddy. Kisses, blew on your blue. Hee. Over and out…"

"Kisses, sweetie. Please be careful. Your mother sends kisses too." Shego's anxious face crowding in, quick wave. The screen went back to showing both drone images.

She misses that with the stiff. He always treats her like she's too old for that kind of stuff. Heck, I mean at least once in a…

My what? Blink…

"Ok, iets go in and see if we can find anyone to show us around." Kim suggested. "We'll see if any orders related to the stolen equipment are still waiting to be picked up or if there's anything anyone remembers about the guys who did the picking up."

"Right, Kim." Ron nodded.

Hmmn…Locked. She looked for a doorbell, pressing the small one she finally found.

Nothing.

"Nobody here, ya think?" Ron eyed the door.

"I guess…" Kim sighed. "Well, we'd better split up and circle round to see if there are any open doors or any one's around. I'll have Wade try calling the place's office."

Drakken, monitoring via drone #47…Sound at maximum, nodding to Shego who shrugged.

Ok, she knows her original…

Beam as Drakken turned away.

Our girl…Right on the money, Possiblewise…

The drone image showing the two separating, Drakken focused Drone #55 on Ron, and the split screen indicated #47 was centered on Potential.

Kim was now moving to the opposite side of the warehouse while Ron was nearly back to the alleyway where Potentlal waited, shoving the drone receiver into her pocket.

"Ron…" hiss. Wave… "Hey, Ron…Quick, over here! Shhhh…" finger to lips.

"Kim?"

"I found a way in on the other side. Can I borrow your communicator a mo? Lost mine cutting through the warehouse. Thanks."

Hmmn…She eyed the static-filled screen. "Jammed again." Shake of head.

"Did you see anything in there?"

"No. It's almost empty…"

True enough…Potential thought. Since we bought it and cleaned it out except for one or two lil' additions the boys brought in.

"…And there's nobody in there I could see."

Ok, not exactly a lie…I wasn't in there.

My, he does have a cutie face, she beamed at him.

I mean I may despise him as being a dim Kim-following buffoon but I've got the same taste guywise as Twinie.

And he did make such a neat villain…Dad and EstepM were very impressed with his short career. Beam at Ron peering down the alley behind her. Too bad Daddy built the new attitudinator technology into the cloning education and programming system instead of building a new portable one. I don't think people can survive in the cloning chamber once they're no longer just a clump of growing cells.

Say, maybe I could… "Turn"…Him. Without tech help. I mean, lots of guys follow their girlfriends to…The Dark Side, right?

"Kim?" he looked at her smiling face… "Are we going in? We'll have to get back to school soon."

"Nah…" shrug. "I think we can write this one off and head on back. I saw enough to see there's nothing here."

Again, not a full, outright lie as I didn't go in and see the freezer unit and the concealed henchthugs. Anyway, time for us to vamoose and leave my mirror image to her destiny…

"Come on…" she beamed, offering an arm. He staring at it a mo… "Ron?"

"You seem awfully happy…" he noted…

"It's a beautiful day, no one's getting hurt in the immediate vicinity, and I'm with my fella." Warm smile… "What more excuse do I need? Come on…Show a little romance, boyfriend." She urged.

"Sorry…Sure…" he took her on his arm and they headed off…She casually shutting off the communicator when he had looked away after noting the new frequency setting on its display.

"Say…?" he sniffed, puzzled. "Are you using perfume?"

"It's Mom's…" sheepish smile. "Don't laugh. She thought I should learn how to apply it. You know me, never bothering with things like that. Gotta get use to it though someday I guess…You know, for formal occasions and all…?"

Yeah…Somehow I doubt Ms. Dr. P uses $2000 an ounce Fleur de Diamond.

But it's nice he noticed… "Thanks for noticing…I was wondering when you would…" wink, shy smile. "It's not too strong is it? I put a little more on in the warehouse."

"No, it's just a trace…Nice."

"You're sweet, Ron." Beam…Squeeze of arm. Hafta see if we can keep that in the personal relationship while I lure you into the abyssimal sink that is Evil.

"Well, school's awaitin'…Think we have time to grab lunch when we get back?"

Lord, lets hope not…After Daddy's gourmet fare, I don't think I could hold down whatever swill they're dishin' out today.

Now, brace for the rat…He'll be poppin' out of somewhere on Ron's pants anytime now. Hey, Rufus…Hey, Rufus…Hey, Rufus…Yeah…No need to jump…Just a nice friendly little…Hairless…Erggh…

"Ruf!...We're headin'... Uh? Kim? You ok?" He stared as she suddenly parted with her excellent breakfast. Rufus, emerged…Concerned look.

"Sorry…Just…Bwwwwwhh…Something I saw…" she groaned. "Hey, uh, Ru…Bwwwwwwwwwhhhh…."