"What exactly are we looking for here?" Ron asked as he and his redheaded beauty walked through the empty cruise. It seemed as though only half of the lights were on in the ship, barely illuminating anything ahead of them. It was just clear enough to walk through.

By the looks of the enlarged room they stood in, Kim assumed they were in some kind of ballroom. It had an entirely open area floor with a mid-sized stage up at the very front. Broken and worn tables and chairs peppered the floor while an entire upstairs had the same look. A small railing lined the top floor, almost resembling a balcony. It was clear this was the first place guests would enter as they boarded the ship.

"One of two things. Anything relating to bizarre looking weapons.. or Dementor. You find the weapons, then you'll find him. Either way, we can't leave here without him." Kim said, as she walked calmly about. She may have been calm, but she was on alert. Something about being inside enemy territory felt unsettling to her for obvious reasons.

"And you're positive he actually came? He may be a weirdo but he's an unpredictable weirdo." Ron started looking around with nervousness. "What are you so skittish about? We've faced this goof dozens of times." Kim finally stopped and addressed his obvious shivering.

"It's not him I'm worried about. There's bound to be more armed men in here. And if they have weapons as dangerous as you say, then we may not—

"Let me stop you right there. Let's not talk like that, okay? We've walked out of worse situations." Kim cut him off and attempted to ease his tension. "To be fair, we've walked out of worst situations that also involve our odd and volatile nemeses. This is the real deal." Ron began to protest against his girlfriend.

"An army of toy robots and a syntho-humanoid with a plan to conquer the planet weren't hard for you?" Kim said sarcastically as she put her hand on her hip. The sudden emergence of Ron's doubt was starting to annoy Kim.

"No, Kim I'm saying—

FLICK

Ron was again cut off, but this time it was by a sudden brightness. Every light on the cruise ship had flicked on, and aimed directly at the pair of teens. They had to cover their faces with the hands and block the bright lights. The clicking of rifles echoed through the entire open ballroom.

"Would ya look at that, they are just as dumb as we thought." A voice retorted, followed by laughter from multiple people. The teens' eyes had finally adjusted to the light while they looked around. Armed men with face masks covered most of the balconies and some of the doorways on their floor.

Kim briefly scanned the room for exit routes, number of men and possible ways to take out as many men as she could. While observing, she took a good look at each trooper. Some had face masks. Some had bandanas around their necks. Some had patches and tattoos covering their bodies. But as she looked down, she noticed a red tint in her eye. That's when she realized each gunman had laser sights on them.

These guys weren't FBI or Global Justice. These guys were mercenaries. Likely the same splinter cell as the ones who attacked them at her own home. And they weren't from around here, either.

"Foreign Merc's, I presume. Let me guess... Germany?" Kim said with the same annoyed tone as she recently spoke to Ron with.

"Belgium, actually. Your government is offering a lot of money to bring you two kids in." One of them—who Kim assumes was the commander—spoke with his echoing voice.

"Yeah, alive!" Ron protested back with a hint of irritation.

"Or... there is always option number two." The same man responded back, followed by smirks and chuckles from the other men.

"And that is?" Kim sassed back. She knew exactly what they were getting at.

"Well, if we kill you both now, that saves us the trouble of having to put up with you interrupting our trafficking. Either way, we win. And we'll probably end up rich on both ends."

Hearing that made Ron shrivel up. If he was right about one thing—and one thing only—it's that they had never been in a situation on this level before. Surrounded by men with guns. Not Synthodrones or robots or even monkey ninjas, but men who actually killed people for money. And Kim didn't want to admit it, but the thought unsettled her as well.

"I believe we should take a vote! Gentlemen, who votes we hand them into the United States?" The same commander spoke with his same thick accent. He briefly hung his rifle at his side as he looked around sarcastically for men who have their hands raised. But as he predicted, no hands were raised.

"Yeah... me neither." He laughed, followed by more laughing.

"K-KP... Are they going to... k-kill us..?!" Ron's teeth began to chatter. He may have been terrified, but there was one thing Kim could count on. Even though Ron has now feared for his life, it was clear he feared for hers, most of all. Out of pure instinct, he had shuffled his way in front of Kim when the guns were aimed.

"Sorry to break it to ya, kiddo. Ready your weapons!" The commander briefly said, followed by the ordering of his troops.

"KP..!" Ron began to panic, now certain they were about to die. He quickly reached back and grabbed Kim's hand, and clenched it in his own.

Even for the cool minded Kim Possible, this was a tough situation to get out of—if it was even possible. But, she knew she had to pull something out of her sleeve. And fast.

"AIM!" The commander yelled.

"KIM!" Ron's panic began to verbalize louder.

"FIRE!" He finally screamed. But as soon as the words left his foreign lips, Kim had swiftly reached into her satchel side pocket and pulled out a small device. She clicked the small red button in the center, then threw it directly into the air.

BOOM!

The device detonated, releasing a massive shockwave into the air. It threw every mercenary to the ground on both floors of the ballroom. Not only did it give them a small window of escape, but it also took out every light within a 600 foot radius.

"Cmon!" She yelled, as she grabbed Ron's hand. She then took off towards the door they came from and dragged her skittish boyfriend with her. Bulletfire spread through the entire ballroom within seconds like a plague. None of the men could see where they had gone, but they still fired as ordered.

"Get off your asses and kill them you idiots!" The commander yelled, jumping back to his feet.

The two teens heard bullets from all over. Some would hit the floor by their feet, some would barely graze their heads, and some would hit the wooden door frame on their way out. Splinters and small chunks of wood bursts in front of them as they exited the ball room with great speed.

The room lead into the main lobby, which had the outside door on the far side. The only problem being, it was a huge lobby.

As soon as they entered the room, they heard more footsteps that weren't their own. On every other doorway there were more men swarming in on them. Making it only over halfway to the door, they were finally closed in by the mercenaries.

"Commander wants us to waste you two brats, but I believe you'll be worth more than Global Justice has to offer." One of the foreign mercs said.

"Not today!" Ron yelled, right before throwing something down on the ground. As soon as the small orb hit the tile floor, thick smoke flooded the room. The men started coughing and hacking, leaving the two an open window to exit the cruise liner. As soon as the hit the boarding ramp, they only increased their speed.

"Ron, that was amazing! Where did you learn that?" Kim said in surprising glee over her boyfriends quick thinking.

"The Dark Knight Returns." He quickly retorted back, beginning to run out of air.

They finally got to the edge of the warehouse where they hid only minutes before. But as they almost made it to the car, Kim stopped.

"Cmon Kim, we're almost there." Ron said, assuming she was just getting tired. But then he saw a strange look on her face. She wasn't looking at anything in particular, but he could tell she was reacting to something.

"KP... are you okay?" He then asked, race walking back over to her. She still didn't respond, but he watched her start feeling around her stomach. When Ron saw her hand starting rubbing around her torso, he saw a small red spot on her purple shirt start to grow bigger as her hand got closer to it. Shock quickly filled his body, as he and Kim both instantly realized what it was.

"Oh no.." Ron said quietly, fear stricken. Kim was beginning to lose her balance, so Ron quickly caught her in his arms before she hit the ground. He easily sat her down on the side of the warehouse with his shaking arms. She hissed in pain as she felt her body arch against the wall.

Kim began to shake with large eyes, as she reached for the bottom of her purple top. She slowly began to lift up her shirt, to confirm her suspicion. She lifted it up to about the bottom of her bra, revealing a penny sized hole on the far left side of her stomach. It was dark red, with waterfall of blood pouring from it.

"Damn it!" Kim said in more annoyance over pain. She then let out a loud exhale in pain.

"Kim, Kim listen to me—you're going to be alright."

"I know, I know. Just.. God it stings!" She hissed again in pain. Ron knew they were going to be around at any moment now, so it was up to him for their escape this time.

He reached inside his utility belt, and pulled out a small roll of bandage wrap. He quickly extended the roll, and bit off the end with his teeth. Kim sat up as painless as possible, and let Ron wrap her up her stomach. As he wrapped around her torso, he noticed another hole on her back. Which was relieving to find it wasn't another bullet hole, but it was the exit wound.

"At least we know you don't have shrapnel stuck in your stomach. There's an exit wound in your back." Ron said, as he finished wrapping her up.

He pulled her arm around his shoulder and helped her off the ground. The quick movement hurt her to get up, but they were oh so close to the car.

"Vehicle unlock. Voice recognition: Possible." The redhead quickly spoke into her blue wrist Kimmunicator. The car did as commanded, and unlocked both doors. Ron quickly turned the left corner of the warehouse to enter the parking lot. He rushed over to the passenger side, and easily sat Kim down in the seat. He buckled her in, and shut her door. When he ran to the other side of the car, he gazed back up at the ship. He saw the men began pouring out of the exits at alarming rates.

He quickly entered the car, and started it up manually. Before even strapping in, he slammed on the gas, and haul tailed it out of the docks.