Ron and Kim took a dead sprint back to Kim's tricked out car. Finally back in their usual mission attire, they were able to move around more freely. Kim, in particular. Running in heels and a half cut dress wasn't exactly easy to escape in.

"Well, you did say we needed to spice up date night!" Ron retorted, as the two ran for the car as quickly as they could. Kim gave him a slight glare before looking back to see if they were being followed. And sure enough, they were. "Stop right now, Kimberly! Don't make us do something we'll regret!" Dr. Director yelled, as her and a few other agents pursued behind. They were about a block apart and gaining more feet.

"KP, I t-think they're gonna shoot us!" Ron squeamishly yelled. "Not on my watch." Kim said confidently. She reached behind to grab her grapple gun from her belt, and grabbed Ron with the other hand. She then aimed the gun, and fired the hook at the top of a local store building. As soon as she felt the three-pronged hook latch on to something, she tugged it to make sure it was stable.

"Hold tight."

"Okay, for wha— WHAAAAAAA

Ron was cut off, as the grapple-gun then pulled them up with a hard tug. When it yanked on Kim's arm, she felt it pull on the fresh bullet wound she had gotten the night before. She yelled in pain as she felt like it was being torn open.

As soon as they got close enough to the roof ledge, Kim thwipped the hook back into the gun, and flipped over the ledge. She and Ron landed with a hard roll. "GAH!" Kim yelled in pain again, feeling the same agonizing pain in her wound. Ron watched her reach around and grab the reopened gash and clench it.

"KP! Are you alright?" Ron quickly rolled over to help her up. When he easily pulled on her other arm, he saw a dark red spot on her lower abdomen.

"Crap. We need to get you out of here now." He said with shock, trying to get her back to her feet. "I'm okay, I'm okay." Kim replied with independence and easily took Ron's arm off her as she stood up. Finally regaining her balance, Kim walked back to the ledge, and looked down. Right as soon as she did, she jumped back into Ron as something fast hit the edge of the roof. The ledge had a small round indention left in it.

When she and Ron looked down again after, they saw Betty Director and her agents looking up at her with their guns. "Are you serious right now?" Kim sassed out loud to the agents. "I warned you two, Kim. Come with us peacefully and we'll try to work something ou—

"No! You guys just shot at us, like are you freakin' serious?" Kim sassed again with the same whining tone. "Please, Kim. Do it for your parents! They're worried about you running around blindly like this!" Dr. Director tried again to persuade.

"I'm not the one who's blind." Kim states coldly, finally turning around. She and Ron were beginning to walk off, but she turned around one last time. "And if you ever use my parents as leverage against me ever again, I'll make Global Justice regret it." Kim finally said, then turned to walk out of sight with Ron.

As Kim disappeared from view, Betty Director sighed in deep regret. "Dr. Director." She then heard her earpiece go off. "Go ahead, Lieutenant." She said dryly. "The mercenaries are taken care of, ma'am." The man said over her coms. "Did you completely immobilize the enemy?" She asked. "We're beginning clean up, now." Her agent replied.

"No. All units, back to the squad trucks. We're going after Kim Possible!" She yelled enthusiastically, as she and her squad of agents ran around the other side of the building to track the teenagers.

Ron had finally helped Kim make it to their usual car. She was beginning to lose blood again, a lot of it. "We're almost there KP. Just a little bit further." Ron said calmly to her, as he held her arm over his shoulder to help her walk. They car was in their view, so they knew it was only a few more steps. As soon as the handle was in Ron's reach, he was shout to grab the handle.

"Just sit me down here." Kim said with heavy breathing as Ron easily sat her down on the blacktop, back against car. He quickly lifted her purple shirt up to look at the bloody wound. "Oh no." He said under his breath. "Oh no? What's oh no?" Kim quickly questioned right after. She noticed how hesitant he was to respond.

"Ron." She said sternly. He looked at her with worry, then looked back at the wound. "Your bandages aren't holding it anymore. You're bleeding right through them. I'm gonna have to rewrap you." Ron said, as he began to unravel her bandages. "Wait." Kim stopped him from doing so.

"Remember that new sealant wax Wade was working on?" She then asked him, feeling the cool breeze blow through her bullet hole. "Ummm..." Ron tried to think hard. As he did so, he had an instant flashback of the gadget she was talking about.

Ron was digging through their usual equipment bag to see all the new stuff Wade had made for them. That's when he spotted a small circular casing that looked like haircare product. The label read: Experimental Sealant Wax. "Hair wax! Sweet! Wade is the man!" He said out loud. He spun the top lid open, and drew his fingers through some of the wax. As soon as he put it in his hair, the wax hardened and began to tighten in his skull. He started screaming squeamishly as he felt it tug on his head.

"Nope. Doesn't ring a bell." Ron said, finally back in reality. "It's an experimental seal for situations just like this." Kim said, as she began reaching in her leg pouch. She dug around for a second, then finally grabbed the circular container. She quickly opened and spread the wax on the gaping hole in her abdomen. She hissed in pain as felt the wax start to harden and tug around the skin of her wound.

"Will you be okay?" Ron asked, kneeling down right beside her. "I don't know. But I can't worry about that now." Kim said painfully, as she attempted to stand up. She grabbed the door handle behind her to help give her leverage.

Finally back to her feet, the stubborn girl walked to the other side of the car to enter the driver's door. Ron wanted to protest her actions, but knew he wouldn't get far. Arguing with her was like trying to convince a dog not to bark at the neighbor's cat.

The two entered the car, and speed off, leaving nothing but rubber.

"What's the plan now? May I remind you, New York is clear across the country from this hillbilly state!" Ron closed his car door and whined. "Doesn't matter. We need to get there as soon as possible." She replied back, not even strapping her seatbelt on. This was the exact thing Ron was talking about back in Kansas City. She's heavily motivated, yes. But she's running herself until there's nothing left.

Ron knew if she continued at this rate, either her thoughts would be clouded and her plans will become sloppy and predictable—or she'll collapse from exhaustion.

"No." He finally said out loud, not a single hint of confidence in his voice. "What?" Kim quickly replied back in an almost hostile tone.

"I-I said no..!" Ron said, trying to build up the courage to backtalk.

"Ron. What are you talking about—

"I may have driven for hours on end last night, but it's you who needs to stop and take it easy." The boy almost had to bite his tongue to keep from going on any further.

Kim's jaw just about hit the footboard. "I am perfectly capable of carrying this out the way I have been, Ron! If you haven't noticed, our family and friends are imprisoned because of the scum who framed us for murdering your friends! We don't have time to just stop and lounge around for—LOOK OUT!"

Before Kim could finish her sentence, a large bulky armored semi-truck cut down the road right beside her. It swerved to get in front of her and missed her car by only inches. The back doors quickly opened, as the vehicle smashed its brakes. A long ramp extended from the back sighing seconds. Kim's purple vehicle kept forward as she tried to slam on her brakes, but she hadn't had the reaction time needed.

The purple car flew up the ramp, and slid harshly into the armored semi. As soon as their car came to a halt, it smashed into the front of the trailer. The semi driver presses a button on his console and retracted the ramp back in, then closed the doors.

Once the shock finally left the teens' bodies, they started looking around. The interior of the semi trailer looked almost like a portable base transport. There were men on computers, men monitoring their surroundings, high-speed motorcycles and most notably, men aiming rifles at their vehicle. All with the Global Justice logo on their sleeves.

"Step out of the car Ms. Possible!" Dr. Director's voice was heard. Through the rear view mirror on the driver's side, Kim saw her standing behind her armed agents. "Crap..." Kim sighed under her breath, and rolled her head on the headrest to look at Ron. He had the same distraught look on his face.

"Now! Or we will drag you out! Enough of your games Possible!" The woman yelled again, now clearly agitated over the girl's actions from the last few days.

"Kim.." Ron quietly said, as he and his girlfriend stared into each other's eyes. Kim looked down in anguish, then punched the now broken steering wheel. "Damn it!" She yelled. After sighing one last time, Ron saw her reach for the door. He knew she was out of options.

There was one plan, he had conjured on his own since this whole charade started. He hadn't revealed it to Kim, who would have likely found ways to poke holes in it. But now, it seemed it was finally time for it.

He did as instructed, and followed Kim's lead by exiting the vehicle. "Hands in the air!" One of the Agents yelled as they stood up from the small car. They did as they were told, and held their arms up. One agent put down his rifle, and walked up to cuff the two of them from behind and drop them to their knees. After he cuffed Ron, he began to bring Kim's wrists behind her. But as he did, he saw a trail of red liquid running from her stomach.

"Dr. Director. Come take a look at this." The agent said, as he rubbed his finger briefly through the red trail down her shirt. Betty Director quickly pushed through the crowd of agents and walked over to Kim. They made brief eye contact, Kim's stare being ten times more hateful than Betty's.

She then dropped to a squat position, to be even with Kim. She easily lifted up her shirt, and saw the sealant wax covering the wound. She could immediately tell it was a bullet wound from the size and shape of the hole. Sure it stopped the bleeding, but still had wet blood running down her stomach from before the hole was properly sealed.

"We need medical attention over here." She dryly said, as she put Kim's shirt back down. An agent in the same attire, but completely white with a Red Cross on her chest walked up to Kim and reached for her shirt. "Don't... even, touch me." She said with snark. The woman felt as if she was going to bite her hand off and back away.

"I'm sorry we had to come to this Ronald, Kimberly—

"Just Kim. Do not call me Kimberly. You aren't my mother." She said harshly, just about growling at her.

"I understand your frustration, Kim. But the law is the law. You were going to get caught eventually."

"You idiots need to see the real threat here! There are Rogues still out there—planning something bigger than the both of us!"

"You mean bigger than the entire school you just destroyed?" Dr. Director shut Kim down immediately. Kim fell silent, as she felt nothing but fury in her body. "I want you to look me in the eye right now, and tell me you think we did it." Kim finally said sternly. Before the woman answered, she hand signaled the agents to put their guns down and return to their positions.

She squat down again, and looked Kim square in the face. "Listen, Kim. It doesn't matter what I think. It doesn't matter what anyone thinks, besides the world's leaders. If I'm being honest right now, I don't think—no—I know you both had nothing to do with Yamanouchi. But to keep my job, I have to do what I am told. I just want you to understand." Betty put her hand on Kim's shoulder, which she immediately shrugged off.

"And I want you to understand Betty. When I break free from these cuffs, I'm gonna be doing a lot more then just kicking down your Agents." She threatened harshly. "I think you'll find it quite hard to escape our cuffs, young lady." She fired back before standing up.

"I guess we'll just have to see won't we." She evilly smirked. Immediately following that remark, she quickly stood to her feet, and jumped backwards over the agent behind her and Ron. As she did so, she bright her arms under her legs and back to the front. She made a ball with both of her fists, and smashed it into the side of his temple.

"Detain her!" Dr. Director yelled, as she backed up and saw her agents leap from their positions. Ron jumped out of the way from bullet fire and watched his love do what she did best. The men all aimed their guns at Kim, and began firing the non-lethal pellets. With quick thinking, Kim ripped the monitor from one of the walls, and used it as a shield. She then ran over to Ron, and covered him from fire as well.

"AH! KP WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Ron screamed over the loud rifles going off. "This monitor isn't going to last long! I have an idea! It's a stupid one, but it could work!" She yelled back, as she was beginning to see holes being torn completely through the computer monitor.

Right as she saw it being torn to shreds, she spun around in a quick circle and let go of the monitor. It flew clear across the large transport and took out some of the Agents. But as soon as she let go, she saw an agent dash at her with a stun-stick. It's tip was electrified with static shooting around all over the baton.

As he slammed down at Kim, she brought her arms up, and blocked it with the chain of her handcuffs. As soon as the chain made contact with the electrified end, it completely shattered. Her hands broke free as she stretched her arms out, and kicked the Agent in the jaw. The bullet fire stopped, as she stood in her fighter's stance. A smirk crawled its way on her face. "Yeah! You go KP!" Ron yelled from his hiding spot.

All the agents looked at her with surprise. "This is your final chance, Kim. Stand down or lethal force will be our only option." Dr. Director said sternly, finally tired of Kim's antics.

"Well, there is one other option." Kim said confidently, and put her hand on her hip.

"And that is?" The one eyed woman asked back. With the same smirk, Kim then pressed a button in her Kimmunicator watch screen, and immediately heard something charge up behind her. With only seconds to act, she quickly jumped and rolled out of the way, as her car automatically turned itself around. Dozens of men evaded the sparking car as it started running into all their technical equipment and destroying everything as it turned around.

It then charged up a large cable from the front, and shot it clear to the other side of the transport. The cable then wrapped itself around the armed agents, and strung them all together. It wouldn't hold long, but it definitely bought them some time.

Kim squatted down to start helping Ron out of his handcuffs with a small pick from her thigh pocket. "Cmon, we have to get out of her." She said.

"Wait." Ron said blankly. The girl stopped, and looked at him strangely. "Ron there's no time to be playing around right now! We—

"KP, I need you to listen to me. Okay?" The girl only stared at him in silence, clearly losing patience.

"I need to stay here. One of us—

"What—NO! Ron I'm not leaving you!" Kim immediately cut him off.

"LISTEN. One of us has to stay back. We need to find our parents, and break them free. They can't be held prisoner for something they hadn't done." Ron said sternly. Never before had she heard him talk to her like this.

"Th-then we'll find another way! We're in this together, Ron! I-I can't just leave you here!" Kim yelled back, almost beginning to scream. For the first time ever, she was starting to feel panic. "There isn't another way, Kim!" Ron stopped, as he saw the Agents start to break lose from the cable's grasp.

"You have to go, now. While you still can. Trust me, I will find our parents and break them free." Ron finally said, aware they were out of time. Kim hesitates for a moment, debating rather or not she was going to unlock his cuffs anyway. But, she slowly began to put the pick back into her pocket. The look on her face was heartbreaking for Ron. He knew she wasn't about to cry, but it was definitely the most distraught he's ever seen her.

Right as she was about to stand up and flee, she grabbed Ron's face with her cut up gloves, and pressed her lips firmly against his. Their eyes closed, as they felt the last but quick embrace they were going to have for a while.

After seconds of feeling each other's souls through nothing but lip contact, she finally broke off from him.

"Now go. And take down whoever is behind all this." He said calmly, as he watched her stand up with a quivering lip. She nodded whole getting one last look at him. But Ron noticed, she had dropped a small slip of paper in his lap before she had left. He looked at it strangle, then used his chin to spread it open. When he saw what was written in it, he gasped.

She finally spun around, and ran to one of the motorcycles they had stored on the transport. She quickly broke the chain with her forearm, and started up the engine by revving the handlebar. The back tires spun, skidding on the metal floor as she flew forward.

The back doors flew open as the bike made contact with them. The bike finally left the transport, driving away on the highway. A single tear left one of her eyes, as she began to speed off away from the armed agents, and the love of her life.