"On your knees." The agent spoke again.
Kim and Ron both looked at each other with the same surprised look, completely unaware of what the FBI agent was talking about. "This has to be some kind of mistake. We're the good guys!" Ron shouted at the agent.
"Come quietly or we will use force." He started to walk closer to them and reached for two sets of heavily fortified handcuffs. The rest of the authorities began to crowd around the teens and cover all of their escapes. Kim quickly looked up to find a different way out. But when she did, she met the end of a red laser sight in her eye.
"The roof too?" She thought to herself.
"These guys studied us. They had to have."
"I won't say it again. On your knees, or I will tase you both to the ground." The agent began to lose his patience. Ron and Kim looked at each other once again, but this time it was different. Ron saw an expression on her face he had never seen before. And he knew it wasn't good. It was distress. And he knew it wasn't because of the situation they were in, but it was because of what she was about to do.
Kim sighed deeply with her eyes closed, then slowly raised her hands, followed by dropping to her knees on the sidewalk they stood on. Ron knew she was up to something. She had to be. So, he just followed her lead. He too put his hands in the air, and finally dropped to the ground.
The agent approached them and holstered his taser. He began to put the cuffs on Kim's wrists, as he brought the bottom of his own wrist to his mouth.
"Sir, suspects are in custody. We got em." He spoke into the wired microphone, and continued to cuff Kim.
"I'm just gonna go ahead and say sorry right now. No hard feelings." Kim finally spoke. "Say sorry to all the innocent men, women and children you murdered in Yamanouchi." He yanked hard on her, showing how disgusted he was with the teen.
"Murdered..?" Ron said quietly to himself as he began to think of Yori and Sensei. The thought of losing the two of them instantly clouded his mind.
"That's not what I'm apologizing for." The teen finally smirked. The agent looked at her with a weird expression.
"It's for this!" Kim then yelled.
She quickly jumped in the air and kicked the handcuffs out of the man's hands all in one fluid motion. As she landed on her feet, she grabbed the forearm of the agent and flipped him over his own shoulder.
"STAND DOWN! NOW! OR WE WILL OPEN FIRE!!" One of the SWAT officers yelled, as they all clicked on their weapons.
Completely ignoring the man, Ron stood up, and joined Kim's side. He looked at her with an expression that said "well what now?".
"Follow me and run. Now!" Kim quickly blurted out. She grabbed Ron's wrist, as they took off towards the vehicles.
"FIRE!" The man yelled. A barrage of non-lethal rounds were unloaded at the teens. More agents ran up at them, and whipped out stun sticks. Which were essentially night sticks, but metal with electrified sticks. The two teens then engaged the agents, locking into extreme close quarter combat.
A tall and brawny agent swung the stun stick at the redhead. She quickly leaned backwards in evasion and kicked the man in the side of the knee. He quickly crippled to the ground, as the teen punched him hard in the face.
To her right, Ron uppercut an agent in the gut, and roundhouse kicked him in the side of the head. He looked back at his girlfriend, and saw her kicking the crap out of even more agents, including some of the SWAT swarming in on her.
"KP!" He yelled in fear, as he finished off another officer. But as he was going to run at her and help, he saw her singlehandedly take out each armored remember who attacked her.
"Never mind." He said out loud.
"We're not going to be able to handle all of them! We need to leave, and fast." Kim said, as she threw another one to the ground over her shoulder. As she twisted his arm on the ground, she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A motorcycle. No, an FBI motorcycle. these things could jump 0-90 in 2 seconds flat.
"Ron! Motorcycle!" Kim yelled, as she dodged another stun stick. She uppercut the agent in the jaw and side kicked him into the heavily armored SWAT car.
She finally roundhouse kicked one more agent away from her, and ran towards the Mach vehicle. Ron followed quickly behind, and hopped in the front seat. "Nope." Kim quickly said without hesitation, and slid onto the seat right in front of him. "Ah man." He sulked, completely forgetting about their situation for a brief moment. He then wrapped his arms around the redhead, as she quickly started the fast vehicle with the flick of her wrist. The hot engine roared, popping a back wheelie before instantly speeding off deeper into downtown.
"All units! Suspects are moving near the Renaissance Tower! Suspects have escaped!" One agent yelled into his sleeve microphone, as he picked himself off the ground. He wasn't only insulted that two teenagers beat him within seconds, but the fact that they didn't respect his authority. He, along with all of the authority figures hopped back into their designated vehicles to begin hot pursuit.
The two teens flew down Main Street, gaining slight air over the downhill street. "Did we lose them yet?" Kim asked, as she took the most complicated route she could dream up. Ron quickly looked behind them, and saw the flashing lights illuminating down on the side of a nearby building. "Yeah—no they're right behind us!" Ron cowardly screams.
"Crap!" The teen yelled. She then reached in her pocket with one hand and pulled out her Kimmunicator.
"Wade! We have a situation here! We need a way out, now!" She yelled as she half focused on him, and half focused on the road.
"The landing pad is about five miles to your north! What's going on? Are you two okay?" Wade began to get nervous for his friends.
"We're fine! For now, anyway. I'll explain later!" Kim yelled over the chilling wind, as the speed of her bike began to pick up. She put the handheld device back in her pocket, then took a sharp left.
"Kim! They're gaining on us!" Ron squeamishly yelled, tightening his grip on the redhead. She briefly turned to look back, and saw the heavily armored vehicles chasing after them. They were gaining so close she could clearly see the driver's faces.
"We're still too far from the landing pad. We have to shake em!" Kim yelled, looking back and forth between the road and the cars following close behind.
Further up ahead she saw some concrete steps that went between two buildings. She looked around to make sure there were no pedestrians, then finally sharply turned. The steps made the bike and both of its teenage passengers shake vigorously.
"Really wish I could try to ignore this." Ron thought, As he felt his girlfriend's chest shake up and down over his forearms.
The irritated FBI agent slammed on the brakes, and smacked the dashboard. "Damn it! Local units, the suspects are heading down to 42nd and Washington on a stolen motorbike!" He angrily hit the dashboard and yelling into the radio of his sleek government car.
"Calsen and Douglass, you two block off the street! The rest, stay in pursuit!" He yelled into his radio again. Two men on identical motorbikes nodded their heads as they then sped off in opposite directions.
Kim eased off the gas as they neared the end of the stairs. She knew the rest of the pursuit convoy was going to try and block off Washington at the end of the street. So she wanted to bait them, and make them think she was headed towards the bottom of the steps. Nearly 3/4 of the way down the steps, she came to a complete stop and felt the jerk of the bike.
She cut the engine, and slowly hopped off. "They're going to try and block us off further down the street. We need a way around them." Kim said, as she shook her arms out to regain the circulation.
"How about there?" Ron questioned, as he pointed at the door only a couple more steps down. She caught his eye, and noticed a brown door. Clearly it belonged to someone's apartment by the number on the door. "That's a bad idea." Kim instantly retorted.
"We're already apparently murderers, police assaulters, terrorists and thieves. Why not add breaking and entering to the list?" Ron shrugged his shoulders. Kim was about to open her mouth and protest, but stopped herself. She knew he was right. And it may be their only way to make it to the landing pad on time for their ride to arrive.
"Alright. But we shoot in, shoot out. That's it. We're not gonna stay inside and hide." Kim finally sighed in agreement. Ron nodded, as they both quickly ran to the door before more agents roamed the steps.
"So do you have a lockpicking gadget—
"Hi-YAH!" She instantly kicked down the wooden door.
Ron stared at her with his jaw hanging wide open. "What?" She asked curiously, then stepped inside. "I thought you were going to open the door—oh I don't know—quietly!" Ron threw his hands in the air and quickly followed behind.
From their first steps in the room they could tell they were correct. It was an apartment. It had the looks of a basic, standard living. Nothing was too fancy or too ugly, but definitely looked as something that could be affordable.
"Okay, we need to find another exit. A window, if it comes to it." Kim quietly whispered as she started snooping around the apartment. Her and Ron split up across the apartment, praying they didn't run into anyone. Kim quickly looked around their small living room, kitchen and bathroom. Ron—for some reason—decided it was a good idea to open the door of the owners' room.
When he quietly stepped inside to look for a window or hopefully a door, that's when he saw the two adults sound asleep in their bed. His eyes instantly widened at the sight of his mistake. He slowly stepped back, and shut the door easily.
When he was backing away from the door, his back ran into Kim. "Ahh! Don't shoot!" He then yelled with terror as he put his hands up in front of him. After seconds of hiding behind his hands, he finally looked ahead again. He saw his redheaded girlfriend standing before him with her arms crossed and one brow raised.
"Oh. Did you find anything?" He stopped and finally lowered his arms. "There's a window in the bathroom. It's small, but we've squeezed through smaller." Kim said, as she turned around and began to lead him to the bathroom.
The bathroom itself was smaller than normal. Even for an apartment. It was almost a struggling tight fit for the two of them but they managed. Kim quietly slid the window open, and punched through the wired screen. With the help of Ron she slid through the window with ease. Ron followed shortly behind, and climbed through. Only except he didn't land on his feet. He landed on his back.
"You know what all this made me realize?" Ron asked, as he got back to his feet.
"What's that?"
"We are sooo grounded."