Monkey Fist entered the secret location at the abandoned warehouse, as instructed. There he saw the usual group of imbeciles he had been working with the past couple weeks. The only exception being Camille, who was likely found and arrested by now. The monkey lord has absolutely no desire to visit with such mediocrities. If it weren't for their common goal, he would have abandoned the group from the start.
The remaining four of the group all met up in the same spot as the last few times.
"Ay, wheres the American one with the nasty attitude?" Duff Killigan asked, as he looked around. For how annoying and brassy she was, one thing she always did perfectly was show up on time. They knew for a fact she wasn't late.
"The cheerleader got to her." Monkey Fisk said with an eye roll, followed by crossing his arms. "The who? But how? That lying fraud said she wouldn't catch on to us!" Duff threw his arms up in frustration. "Alzough I'm not one to judge our fearless leader, but I do agree with ze Scotsman. We were promised protection! If Camille was caught so easily, vat's stopping zat brat and her twit from catching us?" Dementor threw in his two cents of judgment.
"It's simple really." An unfamiliar voice echoed through the warehouse.
It was assumed to be the Grandmaster, only seconds away from showing up on some screen on the wall again. But to their shock, no screen had appeared. They waited a couple more seconds to see if it was going to turn on and reveal the Grandmaster in his usual distorted video feed. But once again, nothing had came up.
"Vat's wrong with ze screen? Why hasn't he appeared yet?" Dementor then asked, seeming to think there was a technical difficulty.
"Because, Dementor. I'm already here." The mysterious voice echoed again. But this time, the trio heard footsteps. Each member began to look around curiously for the source of the noise. No one knew where they were coming from, but it was clear they were coming closer.
Then from the corner of the warehouse, appeared a silhouette of a man with dark eyes. The could see the outline of his person, but saw no clue as to who he actually was.
"Just who in the hell are ya, laddie? Don't tell me you be the Grandmaster!" Duff narrows his eyes at the stranger. "As always Killigan, your perception astonishes me." The man said sarcastically. "Yeah, that's him." Monkey Fist slightly smirked at the sarcasm from the psychotic genius.
"Here? In ze flesh? I never thought I'd see the day." Dementor joked, as all of their attention went to their master planner.
"You asked what stops Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable from catching the rest of you. Well, then answer is simple. She can't." The silhouetted leader leaned against one of the worn wooden crates and crossed his arms.
"What makes you so sure? Camille was clearly the most idiotic out of the entire group, but do not underestimate Possible. She is always two steps ahead. Always." Monkey Fist added in.
"As I have said before, I know how she thinks. And I know exactly what she will do before she even does. For example..." The man stopped, and held his arm up. He had a remote in his hand and pressed the center button. The screen they had seen before finally turned on, revealing news footage of a club in New Orleans. It was an overhead helicopter shot with a caption that said:
"MASS SHOOTOUT IN LOCAL CLUB IN NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA"
"Another shooting in an American club? Shocking." Monkey Fist said sarcastically. "Not just any shooting. This is a club owned by Gemini. Now someone tell me.. why would an entire kill-squad of mercenaries invade some random club in the boonies? Simple answer, really. They're there for something. A prize. Now just what do you think that prize would be?" He asked, as he threw the remote somewhere behind him.
Monty already knew the answer, but the two foreign villains looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "It's Kim Possible, you fools." He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
"You knew this was going to happen... didn't ya?" Killigan then asked. "Precisely. I knew she would grow so desperate, she would seek out someone with nearly unlimited underworld intelligence. And as I predicted, another problem is heading their way." The man smiled, finally outlining some detail part of his face.
"What would that be?"
"Global Justice is on the scene, right now. This will go one of two ways. The mercenaries or Global Justice will finally kill the annoying pains in the ass... or GJ and the mercs will off each other, and Kim runs free once again. Either way it goes, I already have a plan in mind." He said confidently. "You sound pretty sure of yourself. So what exactly is the next part of your plan?" Monkey Fisk asks.
The man didn't answer. The only reply he gave Monty, was a terrifying smirk.
"Where is Kim Possible." The mercenary leader said to the entire club. Every person—costumed or not—fell silent as they dropped to their knees. They looked around at each other with fear, and no idea what the killer was talking about. "Huh? Anyone?" He asked confidently around the club. He looked around to the civilians around him and raised his brows in curiosity.
"No one wants to talk? Okay. I understand. Totally get it!" The man said mannerly, as he threw his gun down to his side. After another small break of silence, the mercenary general then grabbed the nearest civilian by the shoulder, and slammed his back into the floor.
He reached his automatic smg to the man's head, and cocked the gun.
"Somebody better give me something. But if not, that's fine. I'm this guy doesn't need his brains intact in his head." He said sternly. The rough remark made the entire crowd gasp and scream with fear.
Kim and Ron watched from the curtain entrance to the private lounge. Both clearly showing the fear expressed on their faces.
"We have to go out there." Kim remarked, before attempting to dash out from the curtain. But as she tried to run, Ron grabbed her arm.
"Wait! You can't just go running out in the open! He'll kill you!" Ron warned, showing no sign of trying to release his grip.
"I am not letting these murderers take an innocent life because of me, Ron. I'm done letting people die because of me." The girl said so sternly, it caught Ron off guard. She quickly broke out of his grasp, and ran out. "Damn it—KIM!" Ron yelled, as he ran past Gemini and chased after his girlfriend.
"Nobody? Nobody wants to fess up? Well okay. If you insist." The gunman shrugged his shoulder sarcastically, and shoved the barrel of the gun against the screaming civilian's head. As he looked down, he squeezed his finger down on the trigger.
"STOP!" A female voice echoed through the club.
The general quickly released his finger from the trigger, and looked up with shock. That's where he saw the curvy teenager, standing in a sparkling red dress and heels. Every mercenary in the open club drew their weapons and pointed them at her. Whispers of all kinds flooded the briefly silent building.
"Is that really her?"
"Isn't she a criminal?"
"Oh my god she's really here!"
"Wow she's young."
"You know with balls like yours, you really don't belong in that dress." The general took his gun from the civilian's head and shoved him back to where he dragged him from. "I'm not letting you take a single soul because of me. If you want me then you're definitely gonna have to take me with a fight." Kim said, as she ripped off her purple arm sleeves that matched her eye shadow.
"Oh I wasn't planning to. Mercs! Take her! And find me the other one... who's name escapes me at the moment." The general yelled, then lowered his voice as he attempted to think of Ron's full name.
"Oh come on! It's not that hard—why does nobody know who I am!" Ron then shouted, as he ran out from behind the curtain to join Kim's side. As he ran out and complained, every person—civilian or mercenary—looked around at each other with confusion of who the boy was.
"Whatever your name is, if I don't see you and your little girlfriend drop to your knees in five seconds, I'm going to—
CRASSHHHHHH
The glass ceiling skylights shattered as men propelled down on ropes. All the civilians screamed and ducked to avoid the glass shards, while the mercenary team put their hands in front of their faces to shield themselves.
"Drop the weapons assholes!" One of the new armed men yelled. As Kim and Ron recovered the the surprising infiltration, they took a good look at the new squad of warriors. But something about them was too familiar, and they knew it all too well. Their uniforms had light armor and padding, with a black and soft blue color scheme. And on their shoulders, was a logo that had an enlarged "GJ" in a hexagon shape.
"I said drop the guns! NOW!" The same Global Justice agent yelled as each agent in his squad aimed their rifles at every mercenary in the club. As their Mexican standoff was happening, a loud stomp began to echo through the club. To everyone's attention, a thin woman with an eye patch walked through the front entrance.
"Listen to the colonel, scumbag. We don't take terrorism lightly." The same woman spoke, as she walked in wearing a lighter version of her agents' armor. "Oh that's funny. Isn't that funny?" The merc general said sarcastically as he looked around at his own men. "Global Justice was willing to pay a handsome amount of money for these two, and now that we finally have them you just decide to call it off and point guns at us?" The foreign mercenary general pretended like he didn't know what was going on, as his men laughed.
Dr. Director locked eyes with Kim Possible, with the same frown as her. "We draw the line at holding civilians hostage. That's terrorism on a high level—a level where we don't ask questions first." Dr. Director said sternly. "You can't run forever, Kimberly. It's time you finally come in nice and easy, while you still can." She then spoke to the teenager.
The foreign mercenary looked back between the Global Justice director and the teenagers, then sighed in annoyance.
"Kill them all." He then briefly said. The very second he closed his mouth, bulletfire began to fill the multicolored club. Screams echoed through the club as the civilians began to run outside. Ron tackled Kim behind the counter to evade the mass bulletstorm.
"How did they find us?!" Kim yelled over the loud screams. "Who cares! They're distracted, we need to blend in!" Ron yelled back. He barely peaked over the countertop to look for an exit, but a flying bullet hit the edge of the counter and sent wooden shards and splinters flying everywhere. He quickly dropped back down to the spot where he laid.
"Did you see anything?" Kim yelled. "The side entrance looked clear. But can we make it?" Ron shouted back, trying to peak back around the corner. But as he started to looked around, he saw someone signaling him from the corner of his eye. To his shock, it was Gemini. He was taking cover around the side of curtain doorway, and waving for them to come his way. Ron quickly tapped Kim repeatedly until he got her attention. She turned to look at him, and saw Gemini as well.
"Oh he can't be serious." Kim said with a bothered tone. "Deadly serious. Now get your asses over here!" Gemini read her lips, and finally yelled at them. The two exchanged looks one last time, before finally standing up and sprinting toward the private lounge entrance.
But as they were running, they caught the eye of a certain someone. Dr. Director had her head down behind cover, as she watched the two teenagers run towards the lounge. And standing The the doorway, was Gemini. Her brother. Her eye shot open in shock to even see him here. Along with helping his mortal enemies escape the reigning bulletfire. "Agents! Possible is escaping! Half of you—on me, NOW!" The woman yelled, determined the catch the supposed criminals.
Once Ron and Kim entered the lounge, they ran as far inside as they could to avoid being shot. "Gemini, why did you—
Kim was cut off, as the large villainous man kicked her in the stomach and sent her flying into Ron. "You bring my sister here! This was a setup wasn't it!" He then yelled, as he balled his metal hand into a fist. "What—No you ego maniac!" Kin defended herself, as she recovered from the blow.
"You get the hell out of my club! And the next time I see your face, you won't even have time to run! I will kill the both of you!" He shoved the two angrily, then turned to look at the secret exit. "Get out of my sight." He said as angrily as possible, no pun intended, as he kicked down the door with full fledged fury.
As the two walked out of the club, Kim turned around last second. "I will still honor our deal, Sheldon. But if you ever threaten me like that again, you will regret it." Kim said sternly, as she aggressively poked him in the chest. "Then may the best criminal win." He smirked evilly, knowing calling Kim a criminal would get under her skin.
"Yes go, KP." Ron said with his noted serious face, and calmly grabbed her wrist. The two then finally fled the club, hoping to escape Global Justice's grasp once again.