October 19th

2:56 P.M

Global Justice HQ, Washington D.C.

"Okay let me try to explain that in words I can understand." Dr. Director sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. Ron has been explaining the entire ploy to her, about the "Grandmaster", the Rogues, Yamanouchi and everything else. But with it being Ron, he got to excited and added his own person touch to the story.

"So, this Grandmaster has quarrel with you two, so he killed all those people in Yamanouchi to frame you and Kimberly. So to clear your names, you two have been all over the country hunting for answers. And now Kim is heading to Staten Island where his supposed headquarters is." The woman rephrased what he had said. He stared at her blankly, while she only looked at him with her dry expression.

"Yeah, that's about it." Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "Hmm... I think I have a way to get more answers." She then rubbed her chin in thought. "More answers? We don't need anymore answers, we need to go help KP! Call up some of your agents and we can follow her!" Ron stood up from the table he sat on. They were in a monitoring room, sitting on a holomapping table.

"It's not that easy, Ronald. For the remainder of this operation, I no longer have any say over what to do, or what to command my agents to do." She sighed, and slammed her fist on same table Ron sat up from. "What? Aren't you the main commander lady?!" Ron began to panic.

"Yes, but even I have superiors. They have cut off my chain of command until you two are either caught or killed. But until then, I have no say in anything. So you and I are on our own with this one." She then folded her arms across her chest. "Well... what did you mean by more answers?" Ron questioned the woman, hoping to find some kind of solution to their current problem.

"You told me the headquarters is one of Drakken's old lairs, right?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Well... we do have Drakken and Shego detained on this base."

"Wait what."

Dr. Director nodded towards the door, and began to exit the room with Ron close behind. They walked down a series of intersecting hallways, with windows that revealing what each room was doing. "We caught the two as they attempted to flee back to their lair from Dallas. They were stopped at a convenience store with a shopping cart full of Coco Moo." Dr. Director explained. Ron was paying hardly any attention, as he looked into each room with amusement.

The last hallway they turned down, had big bold letters above the doorway reading

"CELL BLOCK 1-D"

Even Ron knew where they were headed, and it caused a lump in his throat.

Betty Director scanned her ID Card on the sensor above the door handle, and led Ron instead. As soon as they stepped inside the cell block Ron felt immediate unease. Each cell he walked by, had more than just mere criminals. They were the worst of the worst. Instead of bars, each prison cell had thick glass and a large door to the side. A sign above each door revealed who was being held.

Ron walked past a cell sign that said,

"092963 Possible, Kimberly Ann". He just about froze as he followed behind the speaking woman. It was one of the few cells in the block that was empty.

"Are you listening, Ronald?" The voice finally knocked him from his daze, as he quickly ran to catch back up with the woman. But he didn't have to walk far, because she stopped in front of one of the cells. Ron couldn't see who was inside it, but he didn't like that glare in her eye. Whoever she was staring at, she really didn't like.

He saw hints of burn and singe marks on the glass with some small hints of cracks. As he finally stood next to Dr. Director, he gasped at what he saw.

Dr. Drakken and Shego.

"What the—buffoon!" Drakken looked up from the seat he sat in as he saw Ron. "Ah man, these two?" Ron sighed in an annoying complaint. "You knew I was taking you to them. I even told you." Dr. Director sighed. Ron completely blew it off and continued to stare at the two.

"Wait, why are you with her? Shouldn't you be in one of these things?" Shego questioned, who was sitting on the only bed in the prison cell. It was clear Shego didn't have to fight Drakken hard for the bed, because of how comfortable she was in it.

"We need some information from you two." Dr. Director ignored all the confusion and confronted Shego. "I can tell you right now, whatever that snitch Killigan told you, I didn't even touch the Lair Timeshare while he was renting it! He's a liar!" Drakken yelled and shook his fist in the air.

Dr. Director opened her mouth to speak, but froze. She turned back to look at Ron. "Is he being serious right now?" She asked him in annoying disbelief. "I know, it's.. it's embarrassing." Ron rolled his eyes at his nemesis's comment.

"Enough, patchy. Spill." The annoyed green woman in the prison cell finally spoke out in the ridiculous situation. The one eyed woman's face dropped back to its usual dry expression and looked back at Drakken. "What exactly were you stealing. And what was it for?" She questioned the blue doctor.

"Do you really think I'd spill my guts so easily? Jeez, even the teenager knew not to ask such stupid questions." Drakken felt insulted and pouted. "Yeah, I'm with the blueberry on this one. You really need to try harder than that lady." Shego backed up her boss.

"It was Radon." Ron the spoke out of person. Every eye then looked at him with shock and curiosity. "Hey... how did you know what I was stealing?" Drakken stood up and got right in front of the glass to face Ron.

"Uh, I read the label when I was chasing you in Dallas, duh." Ron smirked victoriously as he also walked up to the opposite side of the glass from Drakken.

"Radon? That's highly radioactive, Mr. Lipsky. And highly illegal. If you don't want my superiors locking you away forever, I suggest you answer every question I have honestly for the next five minutes." Dr. Director said sternly.

"My name is no longer Lipsky! Why does no one respect that?" Drakken whined to Shego, like she was supposed to care.

"Now." Betty Director said, as she slammed the bottom of her fist on the glass.

"Sigh. Fine. I stole an entire canister of Radon for a new project I was working on. A new form of Synthodrones more powerful and more dangerous than the last!" Drakken said with excitement, as he clenched his fist with an evil smile.

"Okay didn't you drop Synthodrones like.. forever ago?" Ron asked and scratched his head. Just the thought of those nasty and gooey henchmen made his stomach roll.

"Yes buffoon, I did. But after a recent break in in my lab, I learned something human henchman never could teach me. Perspective. You see I came to realize you can't put your trust into anybody anymore. That's what made me so successful so long ago. So I decided it was time to rebuild my synthodrones, but reimagined." Drakken began to ramble on.

"Yeah, yeah that's very interesting. Okay what does all this have to do with helping Kim?" Ron finally blurt out.

"Hold on, Ronald. I knew about the lab break in, Drakken. Now tell me, what do you know about a criminal lord going by the name of Grandmaster?"

"Grandmaster? That tightwad bought out my abandoned lab on Staten Island! He wouldn't settle for a decent price, so he basically gave me whatever price he wanted and just took the lab. There was something oddly familiar about him, though." He pouted again and folded his arms across his chest like a child.

"So you've actually met him?" Dr. Director asked with interest. "Of course I have! He came to my current hidden lair outside of the country. That's where he paid me the money he owed me. I wouldn't sell my old lair to just anybody on the internet. I had to see who was getting their hands on it. The best part was, he wanted Kim Possible gone. I thought I held a grudge, but damn did this guy hate her."

"What do you remember about him?" Ron quickly questioned.

"Well, he was kind of a tall fellow—and very broad. He had brown eyes with a sort of red tint to them. Maybe he was a crackhead— I don't know. And he spoke to me comfortably, like we had met before." He grabbed his chin, and tried to remember everything about the man.

"Anything else?"

"Oh—yeah! One last thing. Before he left, he was telling me he had something to take care of. Ya know, before he went off trying to kill Kim Possible. So I I finally left him and went back upstairs to make some Coco Moo. But the strange thing was, I didn't see his jet leave until about fifteen minutes later." All the pieces began to come together in his head.

"Wait... you said someone trashed your lab and you couldn't figure out who. And now this Grandmaster guy sticks around just a little bit after you thought he'd left? Dude... he broke into your lab." Ron rolled his eyes as everything began to click.

"But I don't understand... what could I have possibly done to anger him in such a way? I've never even met the guy before!.. Well probably."

"Well you had to have done something, because of that creepy ass message he left you." Shego backsassed her boss.

"Message? What message?" Dr. Director quickly asked. "On one of my old Syntho chambers he carved into the glass 'Never Again'. But that's where I'm lost. If it was this Grandmaster fellow, then what was he referring to? What did I do to a criminal who showed up on the underworld radar only months ago?" Drakken asked out loud.

Something about this was off to Ron. Not being very bright, he wasn't very good at context clues. Or detective clues, for that matter. But even he knew this all had to piece together. So he tried placing everything together in his head as the other three conversed.

"I thought I held a grudge against her, but damn he hates her."

"He has brown eyes with sort of a red tint to them."

"And he spoke comfortably to me, like we had met before."

"All I know is.. he hates you more than anybody." -Camille

"There was something oddly familiar about him though."

"Never Again carved into the glass."

Ron the gasped loudly, catching the attention of everyone. "What is it? What's wrong?" Dr. Director then asked with concern. "We need to get to Kim. Now!" Ron said sternly, which took everyone by surprise.

"Why?"

"I know who the Grandmaster is."

Charlottesville, Virginia

"You have arrived at your destination." The Kimmunicator watch said on the screen. Kim looked down at the watch, then back up at the windshield. "Really?" She said with sass. Looking through the windshield, she was staring at the supposed safehouse. But all it was, was a yucky and broken down warehouse.

"Cmon, Wade." She rolled her eyes, and opened the car door. She exited the stolen SWAT car from the highway roadblock and calmly walked up to the building. She stopped right in front of the large door, and put her hands on her hips. Just by looking at the wooden and stone, she could tell the wear and tear barely kept the building stable. It was a miracle it stood this long.

Out of curiosity, Kim kicked one of the stone pillars with only minimal force, and watched as it instantly came tumbling down. Small planks of wood and crumbles of stone fell right next to her in one thick pile. Looking at it, she just frowned in annoyance.

She finally built up the courage to open the front door. But when she pulled the door open, it fell clean off its hinges and almost took her to the ground with it. "Oh come on!" Kim yelled, and threw the door down. Trying to brush off how unstable the place was she just wondered around, thinking why in the world Wade had decided to make this an official Team Possible Safehouse.

But as she started to look around the old abandoned warehouse, she heard her Kimmunicator watch beeping. It wasn't the same tone as when she's being called, but it was like an alarm of sorts. When she pulled the watch up to see what the problem was, she saw the small grey button start blinking red. It was blinking in sync with the strange sound it was making.

"That's new." She said with a raised brow. As she kept walking forward, she began to notice the pace of the beeping was speeding up. As was the blinking. She stopped, then took a few steps back. She wanted to test something.

As she did, the beeping slowed down. She then took a few steps forward again. And as expect, the beeping continued to accelerate. She smirked in curiosity, as she began walked forward again and followed the pace of the blinking.

She started towards the large stock of crates and looked up. The stacks upon stacks had to have stood nearly thirty feet. As she continued, she went down one of the isles of the crates. The beeping was so fast at this point it started to sound like the fire of a rifle.

She finally stopped, when she was standing in front of one of the crates. But something was off about this one. It was clear it was supposed to mock the wood design of the other crates, but she knew from keen eye it wasn't made of wood. The beeping stopped, so she knew for a fact this was where she was being led to.

Looking around the odd foreign crate, she drug her fingers down it to get a feeling it it. Which wasn't hard, despite the fact her gloves were torn to shreds.

Just by the texture of it, she could easily feel it wasn't real wood as she suspected. It was in fact, steel. But it had shavings and small clippings to resemble wood to the naked eye. Kin grabbed the side of the crate where the supposed nails would have been, and she felt around for some kind of handle. Her fingertips came across a small indention, clearly there to be pulled on.

She pulled on the handle, and saw as the front of the crate swung open like a door.

"Bingo." She smirked, and looked inside. The light rings that wrapped around the sides of the interior revealed a small series of stair steps. Non-hesitant, she walked inside and shut the door behind her. Each step she took, more lights on the sides of the steps lit up in blue and green.

Finally off the last step, she saw a large room illuminate itself with lights. When all the lights flicked on, Kim gasped in awe.

Equipment, gear, gadgets, monitors, consoles, the entire secret room was filled with stuff you would see in a James Bond film.

"Booyah." Kim said with a gleeful grin, and just stared at the equipment in awe. She began to go through each piece of gear, and examined each object she had never used before. Most were just repeats of some of the gadgets she has used before. After seeing all of the gear, her adrenaline began to build. She was ready to take down the Grandmaster for good.

She grabbed one of the cargo bags, and just began to throw a little bit of everything in it. Most notably, an army green vest, two pairs of prototype Kimmunicator gauntlets, and some armored leg guards. Just by looking at them, she could tell the were designed to enhance agility.

She zipped up the bag, and slung it around her shoulders.

"Alright Grandmaster, you wanna play dirty?" She said out loud, still holding the leg guards and gauntlets. She then proceeded to slide both gauntlets on, and tightened the leg guards on. She instantly felt the flexibility and agility this gave her.

"Then let's play dirty."