"I want all Agents in pursuit of Kim Possible! NOW!" Betty Director yelled into her radio, as she and her fellow agents untangled themselves from the launched vehicular cord.

She cut away the last of the thick woven line with her combat knife, and quickly jumped back to her feet.

"Already on it boss. Choppers and runners are in pursuit." Agent Will Du responded. Dr. Director latched her radio back onto her vest, and saw Ron still in the corner with her one good eye. As soon as he looked up and made eye contact, she stormed over to him and got right up in his face. "Where is she going, Stoppable." She said sternly. "She was right, ya know. You guys are stupidly blind." Ron retorted with a goofy half eyed smirk.

"I am sick and tired of these games, Ronald. Every single available agent I have, is on their way to take your girlfriend down. And I don't mean in handcuffs." She put her hand right on the wall next to his head. He looked at her with fright.

"You're saying, they're going to—

"They will kill her, Ronald. She has escape custody too many times. My superiors think she is too dangerous to be kept alive. So please, I have to know where she is heading. She's young—you both are. You don't understand how the world works yet. She doesn't deserve to lose her life over something neither one of you did." Her voice so stern it could cut through Ron with ease.

"Something neither one of us did..?" Ron questioned out loud. He then thought about what she has said to them only minutes prior.

"I know you both had nothing to do with Yamanouchi."

Ron though hard about what she said. "So you really do believe us.." Ron finally said. "I never lost faith in you. Ever. With that, I also know what Kim is planning on doing. Look for the people responsible, right?" She said, but Ron only stared at her silently. "So please. Let me help you. If what you tell me makes since, I will go directly to the highest authority and tell them everything. But I can't do that, unless you help me." The one eyed woman finally stopped.

"That's all I needed to hear." Ron the smirked victoriously with a wide, silly grin. "What?" She said with confusion. "I needed to know I can trust you. And Kim trusts me. That's why..." He stopped, and brought his handcuffs under his legs to bring them to the front. He then grabbed the paper that Kim handed him, and began to unravel it. He evened out the wrinkles and handed it to Dr. Director.

I trust her.

Betty looked at the three words with a blank expression on her face. She felt grateful that such a stubborn teenager believed in her, even after all they had done the past week.

"One condition." Ron then spoke and threw the director out of her daze. She looked at him, and raised a brow. "Pleasepleaseplease get these handcuffs off me. My back really itches and haven't been able to scratch it!" The goofy boy finally whined. After a brief moment of Dr. Director's glare, she finally pulled the key out of her pocket. She unlocked the cuffs and finally set his hands free.

"Okay. Now spill. Everything."

October 19th

Noon

One hour after escape

Kim sped down the highway on the Mach bike. She knew they would be coming for her soon, so she had to make every mile count. Thoughts of Ron and her family clouded her mind, as she revved the bike up as fast as it could go.

Focus Kim. Focus. She began to think to herself. Being cool head and calm was usually her forte, but she was still a teenager. Emotions were always a struggling problem for her when it came to missions. Especially ones like this.

Ron was right. She needed a place where she could regather herself and prepare for New York. But where?

"Unlock. Voice recognition: Possible, Kimberly Ann." She said to her Kimmunicator watch. Using it hands free, she had to unlock it with her own vocals. She heard the watch unlock like a smart device, and looked down at the screen. "Nearest Team Possible safe house." She spoke dryly, as she began to finally exit the city of New Orleans.

"Location found. Charlottesville, Virginia. Beginning navigation." The screen read, as a GPS map appeared. "Figures." She complained out loud. Wade tried his best to have at least one safe house in each state. The best he could do, was only 45 states. To her disadvantage, most of the missing states were the ones between Texas and the northern end of the United States.

As Kim kept her current speed, something began to feel different. Due to her line of work she always knew when something was off. When she looked in the rear view with suspicion, she saw exactly what she had expected. A whole squad of solid black suburbans were speeding up behind her. Each vehicle had flashing blue and red lights on the front of the dashboard.

"Well that was quick." Kim said to herself, as she looked back at the road. She then grabbed on to the handlebars tightly, and popped a wheelie by speeding up.

"Ma'am, all eyes on Possible. SWAT on the scene in thirty seconds." One of the agents in the passenger seats spoke, as he slid the magazine into his rifle. The then pulled back on the hammer and cocked it.

The large crowd of vehicles began to pick up speed as the teenager did so. She began to see how quickly they were gaining up on here, and looked back at them with surprise. "They upgraded. There's no way an SUV could catch a government bike like this." Kim growled to herself in awe, as she turned back to see the road. If the pace kept up as it did, then they were likely going to catch her. And this time, kill her.

She saw a semi truck ahead with cars tied down on the trailer. The ramp to load the cars was lowered with the chain in the middle to keep it from touching the road. The girl narrowed her eyes at the trailer and give the bike everything she got. The tires screeched on the blacktop as she pulled on the handlebars to reach the bike up on the ramp. The bike yanked itself onto the ramp, as the girl began to give it more gas.

She drove up the entire trailer until she reached up top, and slammed on her brakes. She then propped her foot down and turned to look at the pursuing vehicles. With her keen eyesight she could see vaguely through their windscreens. Each agent in the passenger seats had began to lean out the window and aim their rifles directly at her.

"Oh god."

Within seconds, bullets began to pepper the sky around her. They were careful enough to fire in bursts, so no civilians or vehicles were harmed in the process. Which alone is a very difficult objective, but the agents knew they had to be as tactical as possible. Kim quickly flipped the bike back around, and continued to floor it to the roof of the semi truck.

"All units! We have a chase in progress! I repeat, we have began pursuit of Kim Possible!" One of the drivers spoke into their radio.

Kim saw an upcoming on-ramp elevating over the truck she was on. If she timed it just right, she could leap off the truck and onto the intersecting road. She felt the graze of bullets fly past her as the wind blew through her hair. Trying not to overreact, she took a deep exhale and timed her jump accordingly.

When the on-ramp bridge came up, Kim squat as low on the bike as she could so her feet could touch the roof of the truck. With all her leg power, she then thrusted herself and the motorbike up off the roof. The weight of the jump was so strong, it left a few rugged dents on the metal roof.

Both the bike and the red headed teen flew only feet into the air, and landed on the overpass with ease. The back tire left a long skid mark on the railing as it impacted but didn't effect the tire. She quickly peeled out on the sidewalk she sat on and turned the bike around.

"Yes!" She cheered, as she escaped pursuit once again. She then sped up passed the vehicle ahead of her, and started swerving in and out of lanes to gain more ground. But the further she drove, the more she noticed the traffic beginning to separate and spread further out. On a busy highway like this? There was so something up wrong. It was too fishy.

Out of curiosity, Kin began to look around and observe anything out of the ordinary. She didn't see any flashing lights when she turned to look back, so what was the problem?

When she finally got another mile down the highway, that's when she saw the blockade. Traffic was diverted off the highway and on to another route. The blockade was as predicted, a Global Justice setup. Armed men and vehicle—even a SWAT unit—were setup just waiting for her to try and cross.

"Crap!" Kim yelled, as she slammed on the brakes. She knew the men saw her, most notably by the weapons they cocked. She knew they weren't going to give her a standing chance. She escaped custody one too many times. Not to mention she assaulted nearly an entire squad of them back in Dallas. If orders weren't "shoot on sight" by this point, she wouldn't believe it.

"Open fire!" The lead agent—Will Du—yelled.

Every agent on the firing line squeezed their triggers as bullets began to light up around her. And they were precise. With quick thinking, Kim sped back up on the bike, and drove toward the armed blockade.

"What is she doing?" One yelled over the bullet storm. She was getting uncomfortably close to them every second. Will Du stopped firing, and finally realized what was about to happen. "Shit—move move MOVE!" He yelled, as he pulled the nearby agents out of the way. The others attempted to get up from their knelt position, but it was too late.

Kim then raised the front of a bike to a wheelie, then proceeded to backflip off the seat. When she stuck the landed, she watched as the still moving bike flew just a little bit further, and crashed clean through the barriers. It then rammed right into a squad car, causing a massive fiery explosion from both the bike and the armored vehicle. The blast threw Kim on her back and the agents clear across the highway.

Smoke quickly rose and started to fade in with the thick grey clouds above them. Hell, if they were luck it would rain again and help calm the fire.

Recovering from the blast, Kim shockingly stood back to her feet. Only a couple cuts from glass and shrapnel covered her cheeks, one directly under her left eye. A small red streak running down her jaw.

"Kim Possible." A familiar voice echoed down the highway. She turned back to the now destroyed blockade, and saw Will Du standing there with his sidearm weapon pointed right at her. More agents began to rise to their feet and follow his lead.

"If you continue any further, you will die on this bridge today." He said—dryly as usual. He and his men slowly began to inch towards her, now beginning to crowd around her distantly.

"Will, listen to me. I am not the enemy here. This Grandmaster is responsible for everything! The killings, the setup, the Rogues—everything! I know we have a rocky past, I get that. But we both want this world a safer place. And that won't happen... unless I can catch this guy." Kim said, putting her hands up in front of her and tried to speak to the old rival.

"I'm sorry, Possible. I truly am. But I have my orders. Hell—I'm disobeying them right now just by talking to you and not putting a bullet clean through your skull."

"Will, please! You have to—

"NO! I have to do my job! Enough of these cat and mouse games. If you don't drop to your knees right now, we will kill you!" He finally shouted, growing irritated with the girl. She just looked at him with disbelief. Sure they almost despised each other, but she knew there was good in him. She just had to find it.

When they were finally in reach of her, she dropped to one knee. She had already planned how she was going to get out of this one. Just the same as she did in Dallas, and in the transport. As soon as the handcuffs were going on, it was time for action.

Before she has time to think of even the slightest action, Will Du had whipped out a electro-stick. He then quickly shoved it against her waist and pressed the button.

"AAAUUGGHHHH!" She screamed in pain, as she dropped to the ground completely. Her teeth clenched tightly as she felt all her muscles lock up. "I know how you think, Possible. You won't be escaping us like you did the last time." He smirked as he pulled the stick away from her, leaving her lay on the ground helplessly.

When she tried to get raise herself back to her knees, Will hit her again with the stick. She once again screamed in agony while the electricity coursed through her limbs. When he pulled back off, he turned to look at his agents.

"Go bring the SWAT truck and prisoner transport. Everyone else, seal off the other side of the highway! We need to leave the scene and report back to Dr. Director promptly!" Will ordered followed by nods all around, leaving just him and Kimberly.

"You'll be lucky if you make it past the prison gates." He said with disgust. He then watched again, as she tried to crawl back to her hands and knees. "Did I say get up?" He said sarcastically, and kicked her back down to the ground. Anger flustered her entire body, but she had no strength to act upon.

"I can't wait to see what they do to Stoppable in prison. Who knows? Maybe he'll leave you for a man when this is all over." He smirked again.

But little did he know, that was the knife that cut the cord.

Out of nothing but sheer rage, Kim grabbed him by the ankle, and slammed him down to the ground. This caught the other agents' attention, as they haulted their orders and ran back to assist their young commander.

As soon as he hit the ground, Kim stood back to her feet. For this brief moment, she felt nothing but anger. Never before had she had this feeling, and god did it feel good. In her mind there was no parents, no Ron, no justice.

Only rage.

As the men began to surround her position, she finally went off. The first agent attempted to blow a bullet clean through her head, but Kim grabbed his hand and hit it upwards. When the gun flew from his grasp, Kim caught it in the air and whipped it clean across his face mask and shattered it. While still clenched on to his arm, she spun it around and pin him to the ground. Not even thinking, she then snapped his arm like a twig. The agent screamed in nothing but bloody agony as he laid on the ground in a ball.

"TAKE HER DOWN!" Will yelled, as he wiped the blood from his lip.

The next agent ran up to Kim and tried to hit her in the back of the head with the stock of his rifle, but she was well aware of her surroundings. She ducked underneath his jab with the gun, and pivoted in front of him. She spun around and elbowed him clean in the visor and broke the glass. It stabbed right through his eyes as he dropped to his knees while screaming. She then sidekicks him in the side of the head to take him completely down.

Bullets flew clear across the bridge, only to be avoided by the raging redhead. The next agent she attacked, she grabbed him by the helmet, and bashed his face into her knee. She then stomped his face again into the ground. But as she did so, she felt a hard object smack her across the back of the head. She yelled in pain, feeling the wound she already had on her skull reopen.

Immediately shaking it off, she turned around and grabbed the agent's gun and kicked it upward. In the brief moment she had before he brought his gun back down, she grabbed his ankle and yanked him off the ground. With her left foot she then stomped directly on his crotch as his back made contact with the ground. Kim knew that stomp had to do some kind of permanent damage to his genitals, but she didn't care.

The next two agents ran at her while firing their guns. She leapt above them and landed on the scopes of their rifles. She then kicked both of them down to the ground by the chest. As soon as the impacted, Kim smashed their heads together.

The remaining two agents left, looked at each other then dropped their weapons. One pulled out a combat knife, and the other a stun-stick like the one used on her previously. They nodded then charged at her. Kim only smirked, ready for more blood.

When the first swing his knife at her throat, Kim spun underneath it, and kicked him in the side of the knee. The agent yelled in agony as his leg was broken right at the knee. While he was suffering, Kim grabbed the other agent's stun-stick hand to keep him from hitting her with it. He could tell he was putting more strength on it than she could handle. He smirked as he saw her begin to struggle.

with his free hand, he then bawled it into a fist and plowed it into Kim's stomach. He saw the immediate pain on her face as the fist made contact with her air. He then hit her several more times, watching as she began to drop to her knees.

Refusing to go down so weakly, she grabbed his fist coming back to her stomach, and started clenching her grip. As her grasp began to grow tighter, the agent started to show sign of weakness.

Kim finally knocked the stun-stick from his hand, and broke his other wrist. He yelled in pain, as Kim finally silenced him with grab of the head. She mashed his head into the bridge railing, then let him slide down with a streak of blood.

She finally stopped the mayhem, to take a breather. She leaned over on the railing and breathed heavily. When she turned to look at Will on the ground, he was gone. Quickly aware she was still in jeopardy, she stood back in her fighting stance.

"Possible!" She heard his voice yell. She turned towards the pile of downed agents, and saw Will standing there with a limp. A rifle was in his hand but it was lowered to his side. She watched, as he threw his rifle down to the ground. It looked suspicious. She knew he was just itching to kill her after what she has just done.

She then saw as he rolled his sleeves up, and brought his fists in front of his face.

"I'm taking you down the old fashioned way." He said, as he stood ready for anything. The girl just rolled her eyes, and walked forward. When she stood right before him, there was a brief moment of stillness before the two finally charged at one another. The great exchange of fists had began. She knew he was more skilled than the other agents, and it's exactly what she wanted.

He landed a couple good blows, before finally uppercut kicking her in the jaw. Quickly recovering, she then placed her thing in between her fingers and punched him in the shoulder. "Was that a love tap?" He smirked as he blocked another attack from her. "I don't think you'll be moving that arm for a while." She smirked back. He looked at her strangely, then attempted to punch her with the arm. Strangely enough, it wouldn't budge. Not even reach forward. It was completely dead.

While he was distracted, Kim then grabbed him by the neck, and slammed him against the railing. When he tried to reach back and grab Kim, she smacked his hand away and dashed backwards. But what she didn't notice, is it was a ploy. He was really reaching for his sidearm. He quickly turned back around, and drew the weapon on her. She was going to attack, but stopped in confusion.

"Cheater!" She yelled, referring to the Glock he carried. "Cheat—you paralyzed my arm! You cheated first!" He complained back, now aiming down the sights.

"Well if that's how we're gonna play it.." Kim then said to herself. She waited for him to pull the trigger, then ducked as soon as she heard the fire. She then spun around, and reached for her grapplegun in one fluid motion. As soon as she was front facing again, she aimed down the grapplegun and fired right at him.

It blew clean through his right shoulder and extended the hooks out his back. She heard his yell in pain, as she then yanked on the cord. He flew right at it, as she gave him one last hard knocking punch. He dropped to the ground with now bloody teeth.

She leaned over, and forcefully yanked that hook from his shoulder, then placed the grapplegun back on her belt. When he looked up at her painfully, she took a second to stare at him. One of his eyes was swollen shut, with blood just smeared all over his face.

"A-are you happy... are you f-finally happy.." He said quietly. She didn't answer. "Look around you.. look a-at all this violence." He spoke again, as Kim turned to look at all the agents. But as she did, she slowly came to realization. Her jaw started to drop as she saw all the bloodied and broken people. "Oh my.. god.." She said quietly as she dropped to her knees.

"You'll be l-lucky to get life in prison at this rate.." she heard him say weakly. The horror put her in to a state of shock.

"But... but I—

The anger started to build back up in the girl. The last thing he said is what blew her gasket. She quickly turned around, and spun in the air. She landed right on his chest, and began aggressively punching him in the face. Multiple times. Each punch harder than the last, with blood from his entire face just covering her fists.

She finally gained the will to stop, and looked at her fists. Her gloves were tattered and covered in crimson. Some of it had to be her own, because her knuckles alone were bright red from all the hitting. And they were sore, like she had been hitting brick.

When she looked back down at his face, she froze. It was completely red and distorted. His left eye was swollen purple, with his jaw hanging open. Bruising and cuts covered his entire face.

The look on her face was devastating. What had she done?

She rolled off of him, and landed back on her knees. Still looking down at her fists with terror, she started to see little drops hit her hands. Looking into the sky, she saw the clouds grow darker. And the rain began to fall around her.

She gave one last look at the mayhem she caused, and dropped her hands to her waists. She felt the need to cry, but couldn't. She just tightened her eyes, and slammed her fists on the asphalt.

"Rrrrrrr... RRRRAAAUUUUGGGHHHHHHH!" She finally looked up into the sky, and screamed to the top of her lungs.