Monkey Fist didn't feel the need to stick with the same imbeciles he was paired with. Sure he was still in cahoots with them, but that didn't mean he had to hang around them the entire time.

He casually sat inside his mansion, warming his feet by the fire. A black and red robe covered his body, with a thick pipe in his lips. This kind of serenity he enjoyed. Silence and isolation.

"Fiske." He then heard a familiar voice call his name being called. His real name.

"Only my friends call me that. And you are not my friend." He said harshly with one brow raised and removing the pipe from his mouth. "My apologies, Lord Fist." The voice spoke again, but this time clearly careless of the insult. Finally aware the scrambled voice was there to speak about something, Monkey Fist sighed and reached for small table by his recliner. He grabbed the remote to the large tv above his fireplace, and clicked it on.

On the screen, appeared the same image of the scrambled man they'd spoken to only a handful of times before.

"We currently have an ongoing problem." The silhouetted man said. "Well if it's bothering me during my resummoning time, then yes, there is a problem." Monkey Fist quickly replies.

"Shut it, Fist. One of our own was captured and interrogated. Camille." He said in an annoyed tone. Monkey Fist was probably his least favorite of all the criminals he assembled, even though he held a respect for him for being the only other member who's intellect rivaled his own.

"Of course it was her.." Monkey Fist smacked his forehead and sighed. "Was it the FBI?" He then asked. "Worse." The static scrambled man on the tv said. "Worse? Who could—

The Monkey lord stopped. He then turned his full attention to the screen.

"Kim Possible." Monkey Fist then said.

"She's on to us, Monty. The girl squealed like rat. We need to prepare for our next step in the plan."

"It sounds to me like you knew this was going to happen. Do you want her to find you, or do you just have a death wish?" Monkey Fist said sarcastically. The man fell silent, so Monkey Fist knew he was right. "So if you knew one of us—Camille persay—was going to get caught, why not tell us? It sounds like you wanted one of us captured by the cheerleader and Stoppable." Monty stood up from his chair.

"Your brains rival my own, Fist. You answered your own question. Meet back at the secret location at 8 o'clock. And Monty.." The man stopped, knowing the name got under his skin.

"Don't be late." He finally said. Monkey Fist couldn't see his face, but he knew he was smiling. The screen finally shut off, relieving Fiske from listening to his new accomplice's babbling.

"Imbecile."

"Miami: Exit in 2 Miles"

The sigh ahead read.

The two teenage heroes were driving down the highway in route to their destined state. They had been on the road for hours, barely making any stops other than gas and local Bueno Nacho stops.

"Ugh! How much longer are we gonna be stuck in this car." Ron complained, as he laid his seat back. "Not too much longer. We're finally in Florida. All we need now is to get to PortMiami." Kim said, still facing the road and not even looking at Ron. "So back at the hotel, how did you know Dementor would be in Miami? And what does he want? I know it's not a winning football team." Ron said with a snicker.

"Around this time of the year there's always illegal operations hidden somewhere in PortMiami. Rather it's smuggling drugs, arms, sex trafficking or even slaves, the port is always used. The carriers are disguised as luxury cruise liners." Kim said, and quickly switched lanes to pass the slow car. The whip of the car would have thrown Ron if it weren't for his seatbelt.

"I'm not following. What would Dementor have anything to do with that?" Ron questioned. The thought of Dementor doing drugs or buying sex slaves was disturbing to him. Sure he was an international criminal, wanted in nearly every country, but to their knowledge he didn't roll like that.

"If there are arms deals, then there are bound to be rare illegal weapons you can only get in foreign countries. And I have a hunch he'll show his face tonight." Kim smirked, almost positive this is where they'll catch the German villain.

"What are we going to do with him if he shows up? Just interrogate him and leave him tied up until we prove our innocence?" Ron asked. He sat his seat back up incase Kim made another dangerous swerve into the left lane. If he knew one thing, it's to be better safe then sorry when Kim's driving.

"Hm. More or less." She smirked.

"Uh huh. Uh huh. One blonde, one redheaded. Both look to be in their late teens. Yup, that's them alright." A GJ agent said, as he wrote down notes on his small handheld notepad. He was standing in front of the friendly blonde waitress from the local diner in Kansas City.

A dozen more agents were inside the diner, looking for any kind of clue as to where they went. They carefully went through every square inch of the small building and even swept through the back kitchen.

The agent shook the woman's hand with a smile, then waited for her to walk away. When he saw she was far enough, he brought his wrist up to his mouth. "Ma'am, we have positive ID. They were here alright." He said, immediately dropping his fake smile. He turned back around to see his more of the agents checking the table where they sat.

"Are there any clues as to where they fled off to?" Dr. Director said over the earpiece.

"Sir! We got something!" He heard one of them yell. His attention quickly turned back to the men at the table with latex gloves. He quickly walked over to the table and addressed the agents. "What do we got?" He said in determination as he stopped in front of the table.

That's when he saw the agent, pull out a small waded up piece of paper. He handed the paper ball to the man in charge. He immediately began unraveling it as soon as he got it. It was a small piece of paper from a notepad at a local hotel. He saw it was from the hotel right around the corner. The same exact note page Kim had written the locations on.

The man looked at it in disbelief. His eyes widened as he saw the "Club Southpaw" destination. He stared at the paper for a moment longer, then scrunched it up in his hand.

"Dr. Director." He spoke back into his wrist microphone.

"Yes, Agent Du?" The woman replied, sounding slightly annoyed. "It looks like they took refuge at Hotel Sorella."

"I don't need to know where they were, I need to know where they are at."

"We don't know where they are now, but we sure as hell know where they're going. Club Southpaw. Two nights from now. It's a large dance club in Downtown New Orleans." Agent Will Du said, as he and the other agents began to leave the restaurant. "Report back to base, Will. It's time we finally catch Kim Possible."

October 17th

10:26 PM

PortMiami Docks

As the darkness had finally fallen on the exciting city, the dock workers and all other employees had gone home for the weekend. The docks were completely empty.

Well... besides the criminal activity, of course.

Kim and Ron has parked the car in the employee parking and began their way to the docs. Dozens and dozens of ships, boats, cruises and yachts covered the entire port. But one luxury cruise liner in specific caught Kim's eye.

The Burning Gypsy.

It had been scheduled for deconstruction nearly a year ago. But when it never showed up for its date, that turned some heads. Hers, in particular. Wade had been tracking it for months, and Kim was going to eventually go after it. It had to have been ship-jacked, nonetheless. If any of the cruises on the port were smuggling anything, it was that one.

Both teens peeked around the corner of a dockside warehouse, looking for any unwanted company. As they did so, they saw three men walking around the docks with rifles in hand.

"Looks like there's only three guards out. Sloppy." Kim said confidently as she reached for her belt. She grabbed her grapple-gun, and aimed down the sights to make sure it was still evenly lined up.

"Get the one by the crates. I'll get the two by the Gypsy." Kim said. Ron nodded, as he snuck away to take down the armed bald man. Kim made sure he hid properly behind the crate before she turned her attention to the other two men.

She aimed her gun at the man ahead of her, looking at his left arm from through her sights. She easily squeezed the trigger, and felt the gun recoil as the grappling hook shot straight from the barrel. It launched nearly forty feet before finally wrapping around the man's arm. As soon as it latched on to his bicep, Kim yanked on the gun and pulled him back.

"Hey what the—WAH

The man was thrown backwards, landing only five feet in front of the teen. As soon as he hit the ground Kim grabbed his arm, and disarmed the rifle from his grasp. When he tried to retaliate and punch her, she blocked it with her forearm and scissor-kicked him in the jaw, finally dropping him to the ground. Smirking, she unlatched the hook from him, and put the gun back on her tan belt.

She could hear the final guy running up to her. There's no way he didn't hear his partner scream. When she turned around, she saw the man charging at her. As soon as she turned to look at him, his fist almost made direct contact with her face. She continued to turn, but pivoted on her right foot under the arm.

She grabbed him by the leg, and kicked the other out from underneath him. While he was knocked to the ground, she grabbed his foot and slammed him against the wall of the filthy warehouse. But as he slid down the wall, Kim saw a smudged blood trail.

"Ooh. Maybe I did it a little too hard." Kim hissed through her teeth as she saw the man's blood broken face.

Finally taking care of business, she looked over at Ron. He was stuck in a headlock by the guard, who had an ugly grin on his face. But Ron has bitten down on the man's arm.

"Say it! Say uncle!" Ron yelled through the man's arm flesh.

"No! You say it!" The large man yelled back.

"Say it!"

"NO!"

"For god sakes, Ron." Kim said as she facepalmed herself. She quickly ran over to the two stubborn men, and jump kicked the Neanderthal right in the temple. He crashed down to the ground, releasing Ron from his grasp as he impacted. He rolled right next to large man, gasping for air.

"I had him on the ropes." Ron coughed as Kim helped him stand up. "Ropes. Right." Kim smirked as he stood to his feet.

"Let's take a look inside shall we." Kim flipped her hair over her shoulder and and strutted toward the boarding ramp to the ship.