October 18th

2:37 PM

New Orleans, Louisiana

With Ron at the wheel of Kim's car for over ten hours, he was beginning to lose focus of the road. The only break he had taken from driving was to take a brief hour nap. But Kim didn't bat an eye over it, she knew how hard it was to drive for long periods of time. Hell, most of their time looking for the four international criminals they spend traveling through the United States. With her driving.

When Kim looked at Ron, she immediately saw the exhaustion on his face. "Ron, let me take over." She said sweetly.

"No need, KP. We're almost there." He said, followed by a drawn out yawn. Kim briefly turned to look out the window. She saw that they were on a massive bridge. "Crescent City Connection Bridge." She thought to herself with slight shock. She must have fallen asleep without realizing it.

"We're already in New Orleans? Ron, did you even stop to sleep?" Kim then questioned as she turned back to the boy.

"Yeah, for about an hour."

"An hour?!" She said loudly, catching Ron slightly off guard. "You didn't need to be driving that long, you should have woken me up."

"It's fine, KP. You needed rest after the long day we had and after you got sho—

He stopped when he saw the narrow glare from the girl's eyes.

"It doesn't matter. I wasn't going to make you drive after everything that happened. Plus, you've been driving this whole time. If anything, you needed a break." Ron finally said.

Kim usually had quick responses to Ron's remarks due to her quick wit, but this time she had nothing to say. She knew he was right. For how hardheaded she could be, she wasn't going to fight back against this one. "Then we're gonna have to take a break before we continue." Kim then said.

"I'll be fine—

"This isn't optional. You need at least six hours of sleep before we do anything else." Kim said sternly, crossed her arms. "Kim, I promise you I'll be ok—

"Ronald Stoppable, if I hear one more argument I will drag you out of that driver's seat." She interrupted him again, but this time leaned up in her seat to get closer. He just sat quietly, still looking between the road and his steaming girlfriend. He wasn't going to say anything, because he knew more than anyone that she would keep her word on that.

"Okay, well... where do you plan on that happening? What can't exactly just keep hotel jumping. Global Justice will find a trail." The tired teen was starting to sass back. After briefly staring back at Ron, Kim then turned her view to look at the console.

"Computer, where's the nearest abandoned building?" She kept her same irritated tone.

"Scanning... scan of New Orleans, Louisiana complete. Apartment complex in .5 miles." The computer spoke back. Kim gave Ron a cocky smirk, then folded one leg over the other. He didn't answer, he just followed the directions on the front monitor with a defeated scowl on his face.

Kim sat on the bed in the abandoned apartment building room. Ron's head was resting in her lap, fast asleep with a brief snore. Her hand was placed lightly on his head and stroked her fingers through his hair. There was no television or even electricity for that matter. The only light she had was the illumination from her Kimmunicator watch on her wrist.

She laid flat on the bed, but sat upright against the worn headboard. She would lay flat, but her fresh bullet wound kept her from doing so. Laying flat her her stomach too much. While Ron was asleep, there was nothing she could do. She just stared at the far wall ahead of them, processing the current situation they had both been dealt. Two innocent teenagers, being framed for several crimes. Worst of all, genocide. The fact that anyone believed they were involved with the murder of an entire school, made her sick to her stomach.

She contemplated how many times she had saved the world. How many people she had rescued. How many cities she had kept from crumpling to the ground. How many Rogues she had put away. And yet, to see people still believe she killed all those people.

"Was it just not enough..." The girl thought to herself. The feeling of having the entire world turn on her in an instant, after all she had done for it. The Kim Possible never feels sorry for herself. Ever. But this isn't the kind of stuff Kim Possible dealt with.

She looked up to the ceiling, and just sighed deeply.

"What do I do here... give me a sign." She said out loud. Just as expected, there was nothing but silence in the room. With no answer from anything, Kim just slapped her hand down against her pant leg.

"You mustn't lose your faith, Possible-San." An old and frail voice then spoke. The girl quickly whipped her head to the side in fright at hearing another voice. But alas she saw nothing else in the room.

Kim checked back down at Ron to see if he was still asleep. Just as she thought, he hadn't moved a muscle. He was out cold. She easily slid her legs out from under his head, and replaced their spot with a pillow. She easily stood up so she wouldn't shake the bed, despite being on alert that someone knew her location.

She started walking around the apartment with light feet, just incase someone was hiding.

"Wait... Possible-San?" She then said out loud. She knew she had heard that before. And now that she pieced it together, she recognized the voice too.

"..Master Sensei..?" Kim then questioned out loud, no longer on her guard.

Right before her, a bright blue light spawned in the air, and illuminated the outline of the entire hallway. Finally, a projection of an Asian old man levitated in the bright light. "Oh my god." The girl said in shock. "Possible-San, It has been some time." The old man said happily.

"I.. I—I can't believe this. Are you still alive? I have to wake Ron—

"Another time, young one. For now, I am only here for a message. There is not much time. Your foes are aware of your pursuit of innocence. And they fear you are close, very close to discovering the truth. Another genocide has been planned. And this time, they will not be holding back." He interrupted to warn her.

"Then tell me what to do! I don't know what to do here! Ron and I are running ourselves almost ragged! We just can't keep up with... whatever this is! The entire world is on us! Mercenaries, Interpol, the UN, the FBI and even Global Justice!" The girl yelled back with frustration.

"You forget who you are, Possible-San. The strongest will I have ever had the pleasure of seeing, along with the one who wields the Mystic Monkey Power. You are a team of miracles. There is nothing you cannot accomplish when you are together."

Kim stood quiet. In her moment of weakness, even she knew it was best not to argue with an ancient master.

"I just... what am I supposed to do?" She finally asked calmly. She then watched as the translucent master lowered himself to be even with the teenager. He raised his arm from his criss-crossed lap, and placed it on her shoulder. "As I have said, you are very close to the truth. But I fear, the truth you may not be able to handle." His upbeat tone dropped quickly.

"Truth? What truth is there to know? They are criminals who have finally dropped to the lowest of the low! What more is there to learn?" She questioned the wise master.

"An old foe, awaits you. He is out for vengeance. And he is angry—suffering from the burning desire to kill you."

That sentence alone, made Kim's blood run cold. Her body almost froze at his words. "Who is this person I have wronged?" Kim asked, almost shaking. "There is nothing more I can say, Possible-San. All you need to remember, is who you are. In time, I have faith you will end your foes' reign of tyranny." Master Sensei said, as he lifted back into the air.

Kim's eyes widened, as she saw him begin to fade away.

"Wait! Wait—wait what do I do! Please tell me! You weren't clear on—

"As I said... remember who you are, and what you do. There isn't any greater motivation, than confidence." He was almost completely faded away.

"But I—

"I believe in you, Possible-San. Good luck." He smiled through his thick mustache, then finally disappeared away.

"Wait! WAIT!"

"WAIT!" Kim screamed, as she quickly lifted her head from the headboard. As soon as she lifted her head, she quickly looked around in shock. It startled Ron, waking him up from her lap.

"KP, what's wrong?" He instantly worried. But she didn't say anything. She just continued to dart her eyes all over the empty room. She wasn't sweating or panting like one usually would after a nightmare, but she sure acted as if she had one. "Kim, are you okay?" Ron got more stern, and turned her head to look at him. He kept his warm palm on her cheek, as they finally made eye contact. She finally started to calm down, with a deep sigh.

"It was just a dream but... it felt so real. It had to be." Kim had finally calmed down. Her shaking stopped the moment she felt the comfort from her boyfriend. "I saw him... I saw Master Sensei." She finally said. And as she predicted, Ron gave the exact reaction she pictured in mind.

"You were dreaming about Master Sensei? KP, isn't he a little old for you?"

"Not like that, Ron." Kim rolled her eyes and facepalmed at his stupid remark. "He was... speaking to me about the Rogues. I think he knew what was going to happen. It was warning for what's to come." Kim wrinkled her brows and looked down at the bed to go into deep thoughtful over what had happened.

"Warning? What else could there possibly be against us? It's not like the whole world is hunting for us. Oh wait—it is!" Ron retorted.

"The person behind all this is someone who dearly hates us. Whatever we did to them, now they want us to suffer, and they want us dead." Kim tried to think of who they could have wronged so harshly in the past.

The only Rogues in her gallery she could think of is either DNAmy, Frugal Lacre, Motor Ed, the Seniors, or Gill. They were the only few who weren't included in the names Camille gave them. But what could they have done to push one of them to the point of genocide?

"Well we both know damn well Frugal didn't plan this. DNAmy has no desire to harm innocents. Motor Ed is just an idiot, the Seniors have been quiet for too long now, and Gill has been locked up. Our only suspects, have to be him or Señor Senior Senior." Kim thought out loud.

"Do you really think he murder an entire school like that?" Ron asked, unsure himself if the old man had the guts to do so. Even the mention of Gill's name terrified Ron. "No, but so far it's our only lead." Kim said sternly, as she finally stood up from the bed. "Cmon." She said briefly, before grabbing her shoes.

"It's time we finally get some answers. But first, we're gonna have to sneak into that club." Kim said, as she slid up her socks and finally fit into her athletic shoes. "So does that mean I'm going to have to buy some fancy douche looking clothes?" Ron complained, as he finally stood up in the dark room.

"Not exactly." Kim smirked, as she turned to look at him.