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Drakken strolled through yet another demolished lab, seeing what he could possibly salvage. He'd lost count how many labs he'd lost since Team Possible became active in the villain community. Quite honestly, it'd gotten costly replacing his lab equipment, chemicals, etc. Contrary to popular beliefs, even stealing costs him money.
He wasn't sure why this level of devastation should shock him so much. Team Possible had become more destructive with every new encounter. In the past, they may foil a plan or two. Yet, they'd leave his labs intact.
This 'mutual consideration' quickly changed when on one such mission that blond idiot 'accidentally' tripped and brushed up against a lab's self-destruct button. An automated voice comes over its internal com system secondly later warning everyone to evacuate the lab, immediately.
While fleeing for their lives, Shego and he located the destructive duo standing outside and pointing towards their doomed lab, giggling more gleefully while also commenting on how each new cascading explosion compromised the lab's internal support structure.
Drakken wasn't sure what happened that day. He only knew, alas, the cataclysmic couple had some type of mental shift, because they'd started to shadow his operation everywhere, showing up when they least expect it and foil his plans, again, never leaving a lab standing.
Drakken surveys its crumbling walls and caved in ceilings. Hell, the destruction was so recent. The rubble still smoldered under the cascading explosions' aftermath. He'd lost over $30 billions inside this lab, alone.
It'd taken him nearly 3-months to collect these supplies, but mere seconds to lost everything. And, again, it was that buffoon's fault. This time, however, things went down vastly different. He learnt why this idiot always 'accidentally' triggered his labs.
He specifically heard Kim Possible with his own ears order her bumbling imbecile of a partner to hit this lab's self-destruct button. He could tolerate the monetary loss. Yet, his pride couldn't ignore how blatantly she'd disrespected him, inside his own house.
Drakken resolves, then and there, history had repeated itself one time too many. Strolling through his past labs' smoldering debris enraged him enough. Now that he knew the truth, however, every infuriating steps only fueled his ire against Team Possible.
He wanted to teach them a lesson, one they wouldn't soon forget. His nemeses weren't children any longer. They'd grown up. And he felt it was past time he dealt with them as adults. It seemed Possible now had a penchant for destruction and lived to make his life miserable. Maybe he should show her the same consideration, only in spades.
He'd shared his enthusiasm with Shego. Not surprising, she showed him no mercy, teasing how often he'd planned this same retribution, only to fail, time and time again. Her closing remarks before trotting off stung worst of all, "You always fail because you overthink your plans, always!"
Drakken examines his last plan. It was so simple, nothing convoluted. He'd considered every possible angle. Shego kidnapped 16 prominent IT programmers, specifically knowledgeable in computers and the security protocols of the electronic systems governing international commerce over the markets.
Oh, he didn't tap into the NYSE, NASDAQ, or their major international equivalents. Even he knew that was too lofty a goal. It'd only draw unnecessary attention, increasing the chances Team Possible or maybe even someone worse showing up on their doorsteps to foil his latest plan.
Drakken aimed much lower but still high enough to make his endeavor worthwhile. He ordered his chipped automatons to tap into lesser monitored 3rd and 4th degree privatized markets, otherwise not so easily accessible by the public.
Shego had stolen nearly $30 Billion. Drakken set up trading accounts under various aliases in every 'civilized country' across the globe. He intended to exploit these privatized markets while mimicking the investments of this countries top market makers, bankers, brokers, CEO, and other influential people.
His return on investment would've been limitless. Drakken doubted the FTC and their global allies would've ever detected his 'hook' in these various exchanges. Then, again, even if they did, they'd never be able to trace it back to his operation, or so he thought.
Even now he wasn't sure how. He'd taken every security precaution humanly possible. She obviously wasn't computer savvy enough to detect his 'hook' in the global markets. Wade Load, however, could have and alerted his Team Leader, Kim Possible.
Only, this time, her team didn't show up unexpectedly, bomb another lab, immediately shutting down another of his 'illegal' operations. Rather, she let his operation continue, confident his security specialists missed her nerd's snooping.
Oh, his specialists caught but couldn't identify their electronic snoop. His 'electronic fingerprint' was unlike anything they'd ever encountered. This hacker used such advanced snooping software. Its state-of-the-art algorithms busted through even military grade security with relative ease.
Every cyber-security specialist agreed about one fact. Wade Load wasn't behind this attack, like he'd initially suspected, which only meant, Kim Possible had recruited outside help since they'd become so knowledgeable with her current system administrator's hacking style and digital fingerprint.
Drakken didn't leave anything to chance. He moved his operation, just in case. He didn't realize it then. But, that was exactly what Possible and her newest allies needed him to do all along. She'd grown up a lot over the last couple of years. She'd cultivated numerous contacts within the intelligence and villain communities.
This move bought her enough time. Her spies tracked him down, inserted themselves among his latest operation, then proceeded to streamline its operation, while subtly gathering evidence with their boss. When she had enough, her team showed up with reinforcements.
Drakken still didn't have a clue about Kim Possible's latest allies. Was Global Justice backing her up? Had Dr. Director organized a new special op team? He quickly discounts this possibility. If she had, he'd obviously know about it by now. Global Justice had more security leaks than the Titanic.
That leaves his guessing more. Did Possible go outside her agency? Did she recruit the CIA? FBI? NSA? DEA? ATF? Or some special op group? Drakken bites his nails, choking on the possibilities. He grits his teeth upon realizing this was what she'd wanted all along, playing these mind games with him, like she'd learnt from her trainer—Dr. Director.
Drakken screams in ire over recalling how everything went down. Her reinforcements engaged his guards, keeping them busy, while the buffoon and she made their way inside. Kim Possible engaged Shego, while destruct-o-boy again triggered his lab's self-destruct.
Shego wasn't there. And yet, he could still hear her snarky jest, 'Like you shouldn't have seen that one coming!' Drakken exhales sharply stroking his chin, while trying to remain calm and planning his retribution. What else did he have left?
Team Possible liberated his kidnapped IT and security experts while her 'walking disaster' partner triggered his lab, forcing Shego and he to abandon this fight and, again, flee for their lives. What's worse, Wall-Street's brain-boys learnt about his plot and how his techs breached their lesser guarded systems.
No, their whizzes quickly developed and installed the necessary security patches, where he can't exploit these privatized market's old security flaws. That'd happened nearly 2-months ago. And he'd only partially recouped his losses—at least his monetary ones.
This wasn't an easy task. Shego and he had always been international felons. They'd often joked about how so many federal and international agencies wanted their heads. Oh, boy, were they ever wrong? It's true, they were fugitives.
But, they didn't realize until now. Besides Global Justice and a few local law enforcements agencies, no one else seemed to interested in them until now. They'd become awfully important lately. Global Justice even elevated their threat assessment against Shego and himself.
Plus, the FBI, CIA, NSA, ATF, and a host of other agencies—which'd largely ignored them in the past—started to take a real interest in their latest case. He'd started to seriously worry about their safety, despite Shego's savageness and durability during battle.
Helping 'Under' Hand
Drakken and Shego agreed about one thing. Kim Possible was responsible. They wouldn't be living in such squalor if Kim Possible hadn't expose their last operation. What harm were they doing? Sure, they exploited a few markets. But, they weren't stealing poor people's jobs or killing anyone.
He'd decided long ago. Killing her outright would be too easy. It'd been over and done too quickly. Torture wasn't really his thing, either. Such tactics were always too messy. Plus, modern forensics could always potentially link him with her death, possibly even decades later. Who knows what the future holds? Rather, he preferred a more subtle approach to punishing his nemesis.
Drakken plops down behind his desk sipping his coco-moo. He savored its chocolatey flavor. It'd always helped him relax and think straight. Alas, even an hour later, he still didn't have a clue how to satisfy his thirst for vengeance.
Drakken does what he always does in these situations. He logs into HenchCo's trolling for idea. He'd been online maybe 2-hours when he receives an unexpected chat request. Drakken debates the wisdom in an international felon clicking a stranger chat box request.
His uncertainty lasts maybe 30-seconds. He'd reached his wits end and ready to risk his very life and freedom, if only for the possibility to pay Possible back after what all she'd put them through over the last several years.
Drakken clicks ACCEPT hooking into private chat with an anonymous user, Bassett-Hound-666.
Bassett-Hound-666 didn't wait on him to respond first. She breaks the ice commenting, "I see you're having problems with your nemesis again. Am I right?"
Drakken drops his head sighing heavily. He logs on here, hoping he could escape his life problems. Only, it's thrown back into his face by the first person he interacts with. Ah, hell, what more did he have to lose? "Yes," Drakken grumbles, typing, "Yes, I am".
She, again, cuts through his internal debate inquiring, "What kind of trouble?"
Drakken was ready. He'd waited so long for someone to show an interest in how his nemesis' actions grieved him so immensely. He'd tried to share his feelings with Shego, only to be mocked, and mocked sorely. He couldn't pass up this chance pouring his heart out, "She always shows up when I least expect, thwarts my plans, and usually destroys my lairs, before leaving. It's getting expensive losing so much".
Bassett-Hound-666 already knew his nemesis' name. She'd researched Drakken thoroughly. She plays dumb, giving him the opportunity to vent, asking, "What's his/her name?"
"Kim Possible," he deadpans, sighing heavily.
"Oh, her," Bassett-Hound-666 grumbles indolently.
Drakken senses she, too, had a dark past with his nemesis. "Do you know her?"
"Know her?" Bassett-Hound-666 snorts condescendingly. "You aren't the only person who suffered a loss at her team's hands. She thwarted a plan or two of mine, costing me billions in assets while also ruining my reputation within the villain community. No one takes me serious anymore, because of her!"
"Me, too," Drakken pounds his desk. He couldn't believe his luck. He'd found someone else who shares his pain. She understood how immensely always losing to Kim Possible hurt him.
Drakken was desperate. He'd tried to seek his henchwoman's help, only to be mocked sorely. Alas, he was a man. Shego already emasculated him. His wounded pride wouldn't allow him to break down and ask another woman for help.
Bassett-Hound-666 takes the initiative, proving she more desperate than him, while also proposing, "It'll take years to redeem my tarnished reputation. I want payback. Do you want to maybe team up and exact our revenge together?
Drakken wanted to jump at this chance. Alas, he hesitates, unsure how Shego would react with him recruiting someone new without asking her input. She didn't play well with others. Maybe that was why she'd already threatened to quit twice this week? Who know?
His delay only worries her more. Basette-Hound-666 starts to worry. Had she been too direct? Did her forwardness push him away? "Something wrong, Doctor?"
"No". He falters, embarrassed to admit the truth. "Maybe?"
She senses his timidity. Again, she knew why, but eases this humiliation as well teasing, "Let me guess, you have a partner or co-boss. And her unique temperament doesn't mesh well with others".
Drakken reluctantly admits the truth, "She's my partner…."
"Then, what's the problem?" Basette-Hound-666 wounds his male pride. "You're the boss. Either she listens or leaves the premises. It's that simple. Are you a man? Do you have any backbone?"
Again, he pauses a little too long, but still asserts, "I have plenty of backbone".
"Well, then, prove it," she challenges his manhood.
"How?" Drakken considers this potential collaboration. He'd been teamed with Shego so long. And it hadn't worked out so well. They continued to lose one fight after another. Maybe this partnership would be different, somehow.
Bassett-Hound-666 lays out her challenge, "Join me in ending this nemesis' reign of terror".
"I'd love to but…" Drakken, again, hesitates, worrying about how Shego may react when she learns about his intentions, especially if he succeeded in killing Possible.
Bassett-Hound-666 gives him a logical reason to help. He'd be saving what he loves most, "I'll bet your henchwoman loves to win. Well, your continuous loses are what's driving your henchwoman away from you, while simultaneously making this 'winning redhead' more appealing. She's ashamed to even be associate with a looser like you any longer. Don't you understand this?"
Her words cut deep. He'd never been so emasculated. Drakken resolves, then and there, he was the boss of this operation. Why, then, if true, did he always do things her way: when, where, and how she wanted? Not anymore!
"What do you have in mind, My Nefarious Ally?" Drakken pledges his support, damn what Shego thinks about this collaboration. It wasn't her choice anymore. It was his.
"Let me tell you where you failed," she grabs his undivided attention.
Drakken sets up and takes note. She'd breached a top he'd debate many times. But, again, he could never come up with any definitive answers. "How so?"
Bassett-Hound-666 uses his greatest humiliation ever to drive home her point, "Do you recall the Lil' Diablo fiasco?"
"Boy, do I ever," he exclaims bitterly. "It was my single greatest defeat. I'd never been so damn close to achieving my dreams".
"And yet, you still lost," Bassett-Hound-666 rubs salt in his pride's gaping wound.
"Yea, I did," Drakken lays his head upon his head, disgusted with himself now more than ever.
His computer beeps again mere seconds later. Bassett-Hound-666 drives home her point by asking him pointedly, "Do you know why you failed, Doctor?"
Again, he misses her point blaming, "Kim Possible…"
"Don't blame her for your own failure! Accept your own blame…" She didn't get any further.
Drakken loses it berating, "Are you taking up for her!?"
"Of course not!"
"What, then, are you saying?" Drakken threatens to dissolve this collaboration and disconnect this chat unless she explains herself, immediately.
Basset-Hound-666 grits her teeth clarifying her point, proving she wasn't 'defending a mutual enemy' but pointing out where he'd failed in the past, "We can't deny what happened that day. Yes, her team foiled your plan by destroying your control antenna.
But, consider what precipitated this event. You'll realize that she'd never breached your base of operations or stopped your diablos, let alone destroyed your control tower, if you hadn't gotten so cocky and let down your guard. That was the opening her team needed". \
Again, her words stung his pride deeply, both as a man and a mad-scientist. For once, he saw through his mistake, a day he'd grieved over for so long. He surmises his mistake by saying, "I failed because I distracted Kim Possible while ignoring the do-gooder network of friends backing her this whole time".
"Excellent deduction skills, Doctor," she flatters him, but ups the ante. "What do we do next?"
"I don't know," he types, hanging his head in shame.
Basset-Hound-666 tapped into lair surveillance watching his every move and micro-expression. She deduces how such prolonged uncertainty had about crushed his self-esteem. That's why he didn't know what should be done next.
She solves this problem suggesting, "Don't be disheartened, Doctor. I know what must be done".
Wrinkle In The Plan
His eyes light up with precious hope. He had direction again. Drakken latches onto this hope asking, "What must be done?"
She lays out her plan in greater detail, now that he was aboard, "Break into Mandrake Bio-Research Inc. Pretend you're gonna steal more Emmio-7 mutagen. The redhead will think you intend on doing more cloning experiments or possibly creating more synthodrones. She'll show up to stop you, like always. Only, this time, we'll have a trap waiting. For her and that insipid blond partner".
Drakken started to love this revenge plan more and more vowing, "I'm all ears!"
Bassett-Hound-666 reveals their end-game narrating, "Douse her with the chemicals mere seconds before fleeing the scene. There you go. Problem solved".
Drakken loses heart. "I can't do that," he lays out his reluctance. "Shego would kill me, quite literally!"
Bassett-Hound-666 couldn't believe he was such a wimp, yet had the audacity to call himself the 'boss over this operation,' if his ragtag group of henches even qualified as an operation. She feigns some sympathy, as if maybe she shared his misgivings, especially since she had idea who he was up against her. She clarifies her misgivings asking, "Shego? As in, ex-Team Go, that Shego".
"Plasma, super strength, and superhuman agility. She can be quite cruel when crossed. She, however, does have her own unique eccentricities".
Bassett-Hound-666 doesn't push this issue any further. She nudges Drakken into discussing Shego's eccentricities. Maybe she could use one to coerce him into poisoning the redhead, just like she'd initially planned all along?
"Like what eccentricities?"
Drakken, again, didn't waste any time characterizing Shego's temperament, "She may break an arm, maybe even cripple a dangerous enough opponent. Yet, she had a golden rule. She doesn't kill…for any reason. Be it, Kim Possible or a child molester.
Plus, it humiliated me to admit this, especially to a stranger over the internet. I've lost against this vile redhead so often. I've lost my henchwoman's respect. I may still devise a world domination plan along with how to accomplish this objective. Alas, she insists on planning every mission, every aspect, where I can't screw things up".
"Go ahead, let her plan the Mandrake job, like always," Basset-Hound-666 eases his worries. "It won't alter our plans one bit. In fact, I've factored her sensibilities into my plan".
Drakken arches his right bow. He couldn't believe someone else could work around Shego's many eccentricities so easily. "How?"
"I've studied your HenchCo profile while we have been chatting today. Her tactics seems primitive but still quite effective. If everything plays out as usual, Kim Possible will confront your henchwoman, while her blonde third boob and his rat go after you and your latest creation, right?"
Drakken sees and likes where this is going replying, "That's always been their strategy ever since our first encounter back in Middleton, all those years ago".
"Well, that makes them predictable. So, I say let's use their own tactic against them. You'll flee like usual. That's what your henchwoman and our pawns will expect. The redhead will wail on your henchwoman a little long.
Then, you'll become nervous over your henchwoman's delay in joining your hasty retreat. That's when you'll feign concern, race back into the room, see Possible wailing upon her, then douse the redhead with everything in your hands, except the Emmio-7 mutagen vial.
Your henchwoman may protest what you did. But, you'll play the coward, acting like you simply panicked. And when she grills you about the motives behind your actions. Just throw your hands up and declare with great exasperation how much you were worried about her safety. That should satisfy her many sensibilities".
"I'll do it," his eyes light up with sadistic euphoria, wrenching together his palms.
"I hope we speak again, Doctor, maybe in person, if this partnership works out," Basset-Hound-666 logs off her terminal.
Basset-Hound-666 was really Diamonique 'Gama' Rose's ID. She'd hooked her pawns. Now, she must deliver her latest mark into her boss' hands. At Necros.
Gama Rose didn't know her boss' true identity. She didn't like Gemini. She'd always swore she'd kill him if they ever met in person again. Little did she realize Gemini ran Necros—a subsidiary organization of WEE, under the alias, Arlin Helion.
Her boss picks up on the 3rd ring. A modulated voice inquires, "Did he buy our plan?"
"Hook, line, and sinker, Master".
"Good," he glows riantly, deep down. "Keep that blue idiot happy. I expect my subject within my grasps by month's end, no later. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Sir," she nods.
"I hope you do," a veiled threat hangs in the air. "Fail me and you'll pay with your miserable life. Do we understand one another more clearly now, Gama Rose?"
"Positively, Master," she bows towards his 3D projection. "Shego will be yours within the month".
"We'll see," he signs off.
Raving Elation
Drakken exits his lair while lost deep inside his own thoughts—recalling every miserable detail behind Lil' Diablo, it's good and bad points. He vows he'll never make that same mistake again. If their plan worked, he wouldn't have to touch his nemesis or her friends. That way, Shego wouldn't have any real reason to retaliate against him.
He starts to cackle maniacally hollering, "Shego!"
Shego was laying across her own bed. She could still hear his nasally bellow two flights up. She was half-tempted to simply ignore her idiot-boss. His tone alone was enough to assure her. He'd come up with his next plan of attack against Team Possible.
She'd bet, by now, he was ready to explode with excitement. Shego wasn't sure why he felt so drive to boast how he'd crush their nemeses, when they never did. There was no doubt he loved the sound of his own voice.
She also suspected, though. He'd lost so many times already. His self-esteem and confidence had taken a severe beating over the years. She suspected, he boasted more to boost his own confidence than share the next stage of his plans with her.
Either way, she had to humor him. Shego climbs from bed and makes her way downstairs and into his lab. "Yea, yea," she tromps inside, not pleased he'd disturbed her beauty sleep, "what do you want now?" She thunders.
She was right. And true to nature, these words had no sooner parted her lips when he boasts, "I know exactly how we can beat Kim Possible this time, Shego! I know how!"
Shego didn't respond, instantly. She'd give him one thing. He was certainly more assertive this time. He'd put some genuine though into this plan. "How?" She entertains the possibility. Maybe this idiot finally came up with a decent plan. She folds her arms not holding out much up, but still listening.
Drakken wouldn't let her pessimism ruin this triumph. She'd rarely given him the time of day for years. And yet, she'd decide to listen. He couldn't blow this opportunity boasting confidently, "I simply need to obtain some Emmio-7 and a few..."
Shego instantly knew what this mutagen was for. They'd dealt with this crap on multiple occasions. "Oh, no, forget it! Forget it!" She puts her foot down, ready to walk away even from her contract if he tries to push this issue.
Her ferocity was expected but scary. Drakken backs away, now more confident than ever this new plan will work better than initially expected. Shego, too, suspected he wanted these chemicals for a cloning experiment. Possible would, too.
"Why not, Shego? If only you understood…" He tries to push the wisdom behind his latest plan.
Shego didn't let him get any further. "Read me lips, Doc! You're no cloning me! Now! Or ever! No exception whatsoever!"
She'd reacted exactly how he expected. Drakken sets her heart at ease promising her, "I have no intentions of cloning you or anyone else, Shego".
He may skirt the truth a little. Drakken had never outright lied to her. Shego decides to believe him, for now, finally inquiring about his latest plans, "What do you have in mind then?"
Drakken shares his latest epiphany with a glowing smile commenting, "Let's just say. I now realize why Lil' Diablo failed".
"And why's that?" Shego asks with a sinking feeling.
"I distracted Kim Possible, but left the rest of her little do-gooder network intact. I've learnt from my past mistakes. This time, they'll do our dirty work for us".
"What do you need, Doc?" Shego was all in.
"I will simply need a few chemicals from Mandrake Bio-Research, Inc.," Drakken simply points his henchwoman in the right direction, where the job should take place, while leaving the planning of this heist in her hands. He had more pressing matter to worry about anyway.
Shego's deviant mind kicks into overdrive. She was a master in planning jobs while always setting up a patsy. This time, she'd chose Team Possible reasoning, "Princess is in college now. Her team is cash-strapped all the time, these days.
I can set up a few overseas accounts in her name, link 'her'accounts with a several of ours Global Justice and the FBI already know about. Then, during the heist, while I keep her busy, you can hit her and the buffoon with knock out gas. We can simply leave them behind, letting Princess and him take the fall as our inside mans, explaining how we've stayed ahead of authorities all this time".
"I love it," Drakken smiles, concealing him ulterior plan.
Call To Action
Kim, meantime, was lounging at home watching cartoons with her brothers. They may be geniuses, but even their genius brains couldn't resist laughing at Dexter's antics. Her kimmunicator beeps halfway through the Mountain Mandark episode.
She knew a secret. Drakken and Shego weren't so clever. They didn't elude Global Justice and the whole intelligence community by their wits alone. Rather, Kim proposed an innovative plan, where Shego kept her freedom, while various agencies could plant select agents among the villain community.
Dr. Director initially objected her plan. Was Betty mad because she didn't think about it first? Her protégé did. Did this show her up? Kim wasn't sure nor did she really care anymore. Her boss took full advantage of this plan by planting at least three Global Justice agents inside Drakken's operation, alone.
Kim figured Wade knew she wanted to spend time with her brothers. He wouldn't call and disturb their family time unless it was vitally important. She slips into the kitchen inquiring why he'd called, "Go ahead, Wade. What's up"
"Kim," he relays what G.J.'s highest-ranking inside man—codenamed Crimson Fox—had passed along only minutes ago, "Shego and Drakken left about 15-minutes ago. Crimson Fox claims they're targeting Mandrake Bio-Research, Inc.'s cache of Emmio-7, a bio-mutagen necessary for creating clones and synthodrones. Be careful, this could be a trap. You know how wily foxes can be".
"I will, Wade," Kim appreciates his concern.
"Where's Ron?"
"At home, where else would he be at this hour?" Wade glares into his monitor. He could sense something was off with their team leader. He couldn't place what, though.
"I know that," Kim chuckles to play down his growing irritation over Ron's irresponsibility lately. She clarifies why she's off a little explaining, "I only meant why isn't he online for this team briefing?"
"You know Ron, yes, he can be childish sometimes, but he's always been reliable," Wade chuckles back downplaying his own growing irritation. He'd tried so hard to keep these briefings civil until this point, despite the team's growing tension. Plus, he didn't wish to blow Ron's coming surprise.
"I guess, you're right," he ire cools down a bit.
"And besides," Wade provides another reason to cut Ron some slack, "his wrist kimmunicator could be off or gotten damaged during your last mission. It was a rough one".
Kim didn't buy this lie one minute. Wade may fudge the facts, sparing her from certain unpleasant truths behind their missions. He'd never outright lied to her. Not once. And yet, she still couldn't help but feel like Wade was covering Ron's backside.
That way, his fiancé/partner wouldn't harp on him. Isn't that what guys do? She'd always heard that's what their 'bro code' dictates. Alas, despite her suspicions, she realized she couldn't disprove Ron's wrist kimmunicator being broken. She had no choice. Kim had to drop the issue, entirely.
"I'll give him my spare, just in case," she admits defeat then sets aside her own burning rage, only then to turn right around and ask Wade for another favor. "Could you contact his house's landline? Have his mom wake Ron up, if he's not already up. Tell him to meet me outside his house".
"Will do, Kim," Wade didn't mind do this favor. He also promises, "Don't worry. I'll replace your spare kimmunciator as well".
"Thanks, Wade, you rock," she taps her wrist kimmunicator hanging up. She opens the refrigerator, pours herself a tall glass of milk, then downs its content within 2-seconds flat. She races upstairs and into her closest changing into her mission gear, back downstairs and out the front door. She jumps into Annie, turns over the ignition, and back out. She throws her car into drive peeling down her urban street. Kim screeches up besides the curb outside Ron's house.
He wasn't waiting outside by the curb, like she'd asked. Kim fumes. He'd grown increasingly distant and flighty lately. She revs her engine and honks her horn several times to get his attention. The front door swings open upon its rusty hinges. Ron darts outside slamming the door shut behind.
Annie detects his approach auto-opening the front passenger door. Ron slides inside buckling his safety belt. "Sorry, I wasn't outside. Mom needed some last-minute help".
"Don't worry, I'm not mad," she lies, leaning in closer to give him a kiss, but abruptly stops, upon noticing a lipstick smudge upon his right collar. Clearly, he'd woken up late and threw on his 'cleanest dirty' shirt available.
This smudge wasn't hers or his mom's shade of color. And Hana was still too young to wear make-up. Kim pecks his right cheek hiding her furor behind an affable smile. Her acting, though, didn't fool anyone, let alone the boy who'd known her half her life. Kim throws Annie into gear gunning her engine wide open. Her tail section slides sideways leaving nothing but rubber behind.
"Whoa," Ron grabs the dash. "Where's the fire, KP?"
Boy, was that a loaded question? Kim knew, if she ever opened her mouth, the dam would break and everything would spill into the open. She wasn't sure how they'd affect their friendship or partnership. So, she changes the subject fast, "Did Wade brief you, Ron?"
"Yea, he did," he answers brusquely avoiding direct eye contact.
Kim saw through his playacting. Ron was a terrible liar. He'd always act coy when trying to hide something. His 'lie' slipped through the more stressful a situation. And this was one of those times. She wasn't sure why but discerns he was more stressed out than usual around her lately.
Everything was fine while they were a secret couple. The tension between them escalated when they went public with their relationship. She'd caught him in so many lies lately. Now, this lipstick stain. This painted a disturbing pattern in her mind.
"We don't want another Lil' Diablo, do we?" She didn't want to think about Ron cheating on his vows. It'd only put their lives in graver danger during their up-coming mission.
She could read him. Well, he could read her, too. Well, maybe not as thorough. Even so, he could still tell she was mad about something, though he didn't have a clue why. Ron shives under her icy tone. "Sure thing, KP," he excuses her crispness, assuming she'd on her period. If so, she'd surely work out whatever's bothering her while fighting Shego.