Ron and Judge Snobblestone were sitting on a bench in the Mall within sight of Club Banana's doors chatting and watching shoppers walk by. Ron had been inside Club Banana just long enough to greet a worried looking Monique who tossed a cape at him and told him to leave while she, Eunice, and two other women he had not met had hustled Yori and Kim into a back room. Normally he would cruise the Internet on his Kimmunicator or play a game, but since their Kimmunicators had destroyed themselves and now his cellphone was totally dead, he was forced to rely on a type of entertainment that was in use at the dawn of civilization. He was forced to swap stories with a 'Village Elder'.
Ron and the Judge spent nearly an hour watching people go by and chatting about strange things that Kim and Ron had gotten into over the years along with some of the stranger things that had shown up in the Judge's court.
Looking at Kim's picture in the Be On the Look Out (BOLO) notice, he pointed it out saying, "Man, what is it with KP and portraits? This picture is awful."
"Hard time with school pictures, huh?"
"Yeah, she has a constant battle with the typical stuff; unruly hair, her mom insisting that she wear a sundress her Nana sent her, last year it was turning into a monkey..."
As the Judge watched the teens grow from helpers to heroes, he had made it a point to track their careers. He had quietly quashed several restraining orders people filed. Like the one trying to stop them from parachuting home in the early hours of the morning. He had told those neighbors they needed to show at least a dog barking at them and disturbing the peace, or better yet, some property damage like landing in a flower bed. They couldn't, so that was the end of that. He was sure that turning into a monkey for school picture day wouldn't make the top ten list of strange things that had happened to these kids.
Then Ron turned serious, "Judge, you're kinda sticking your neck out here for us, not that we don't appreciate it."
The Judge just chuckled, "Are you kidding me? Eunice has been dying to do something for you guys for a long time now. She saw the BOLO this morning, called her hairdresser and said she would give Kim a disguise that her own mother couldn't see through. Having Miss Yori to work on was a bonus. Trust me, she and her friends are thrilled to help you guys.
"But won't someone try to claim that you were aiding and abetting or something?
"No son, they won't mess with us. This warrant didn't go through my office, I would have trashed it and kicked the ass of whoever tried to push crap like this. Something stinks here and I won't stand for it. Hell, if push comes to shove, I've always wanted to take Eunice to see cherry blossoms. Been nearly fifty years since I've seen the real thing. You take that partner of yours and get her the hell out of Dodge. Today. Not tomorrow, do it today, son." nodding towards Club Banana, he added, "Here they are. It just seems like forever when women get their hair done and go clothes shopping."
Looking at the doors to Club Banana, Ron saw Monique, Yori, Mrs. Snobblestone and a new girl walk out. She was about KP's height, about her build, but with very pale skin, dark eyes, jet black hair braided into two plaits, one running over each shoulder, a long-sleeved, knee-length black dress with white collar, black stockings, and black ankle boots. She wore very little makeup and a black lace choker with an embroidered white rose. (Think of Wednesday Adams, she's sort of a low-key Goth with respect to her clothes.)
Yori was wearing a strapless dress with alternating white and black ruffles, red high-heeled boots and a big black top hat with a White floral band. She carried a zombie teddy bear and a massive parasol that Ron figured had to be a weapon. Her hair was light purple and done in multiple braids. (web search "One Piece: Ghost Princess Perona") Leading the others, she twirled and then giggling, said, "Ron-san, you look like you have never seen a girl in a dress before."
"It's, uh, not the dress, Yori, it's kinda the whole package." The only experience Ron had with girl's undergarments was that one time with a sports bra and he thought that Yori's dress must have some serious technology given the amount of cleavage the young Ninja was showing.
"My eyes are up here, Stoppable-san." Yori laughed with delight at the reaction of her friend, "It is indeed as you say, the whole package. And this package," she placed one hand under her bosom for emphasis, "is tight in all the wrong places."
Ron dragged his eyes over to the new girl. Was that really Kim? He hoped that the faint dark circles under her midnight eyes were just makeup. Walking up to him, she held out her hand and said, "You must be Ron Stoppable, the Phantom of the Naco. I am Raven Mara, an unremarkable person of unremarkable lineage who tries hard to remember that the proper order of things is pillage, then burn."
Turning to face her so that his new cloak dramatically swished around him, Ron bent over her hand barely grazing it with his lips and replied, "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Mara. However, I must say that whoever told you that you are unremarkable is a liar and a cad. I don't think you could be unremarkable if your life depended on it... Say, have you ever tried a Naco?"
"Please, call me Raven, kind sir. No, I haven't had the privilege of tasting a Naco. From the name, it sounds truly inspired. Where can we find such a delectable treat?"
"Hello, Horace, Eunice, beautiful day to be at the Mall" a huge voice belonging to an equally huge state trooper was heard as he walked up to the group, followed by two plainclothes officers with badges clipped to their suit jackets.
"Afternoon, John, out protecting and serving or just taking a 10-7 for smoothies?", the Judge greeted the trooper.
"We're checking out Club Banana then a 10-7 for coffees. Kim Possible is supposed to work there. Did you see that they got a BOLO out on Kim Possible? Must be serious if somebody thinks that she needs help. Hell, Horace, you remember that flood we had last year? There I was, helping a motorist get airlifted from his swamped car. They no sooner start to pull him up when a damned tree or something hits the car and knocks me into the water. The safety buckle on my harness breaks, I thought I was gonna meet Jesus for sure when this little slip of a girl, maybe 100 pounds soaking wet, plops into the water next to me, fires this grapple contraption and we manage to get to shore where her partner pulls us both out of the water. No, if that girl needs help, I hope that she knows that all she has to do is ask someone like me. If I can't help her myself, I'll find someone who can."
Staring directly at Ron, the officer whose middle name should have been 'The Boulder', added, "And that goes for her partner too."
The huge dark man surveyed the little group, "But here I am rattling on, where are my manners? I'm John Jackson, these two gentlemen here are Bob and Frank, they're reserve officers from some DOD assistance group that were sent out to help us find and assist Miss Possible. If I may be so bold, who are these fine looking young folk that look dressed fit for a cosplay convention?"
Eunice pointed out, "This is Monique, Yori, Raven, and Rob. Yori is from Japan and she is here shopping at Flaming Motif. Yori and Raven are going to the Gojotekicon near Cleveland."
John asked Raven, "So I guessed right. What character are you dressed as, Miss Raven?"
"No character but myself, I always dress like this," she replied.
Ron then watched in awe as Yori became a total blithering airhead preening and telling the officers the details of her 'Ghost Princess Perona' outfit and accessories from the anime One Piece. After only two minutes of her excited chattering and giggling, the two reserve officers looked like they were ready to chew off a limb to get away.
Finally, John laughed, "Well, Horace, the bad guys aren't going to bust themselves, so we'd better get back to it. Rob, ladies, you all have a good day now." Looking directly at Raven, he said, "Take care, Miss." He gathered up his two companions and they walked into Club Banana.
The Judge turned to Ron and said, "See Ron, as long as I got people like John around me, I've got nothing to worry about. Well, like they say in the cartoons, time to exit, stage right..."
STD 2018-
The young Ninja raced up the steps and started to knock, but since she was late for the meeting and she noticed that a camera had monitored her arrival, decided to just walk in. Stepping in the door, she found herself holding two small rockets that she had snatched out of the air by reflex. Looking at the stairs, she saw two wide-eyed boys, about twelve or thirteen perhaps, standing and staring at her.
Giving them a short bow, she said, "My name is Subira Chen, I am supposed to be in a meeting with the parents of Jim and Tim Possible and a Ms. Stickler."
One of the boys pointed to the kitchen. Walking in that direction, she paused to hand the undamaged rockets to the boys.
"How did you know," said one,
"there wasn't an explosive warhead?" finished the other.
"I didn't. But had there been one, the vengeance from my clan would have been swift and terrible," she smiled and walked into the kitchen.
"Ms. Stickler, I am sorry to be late, I was unavoidably delayed by an emergency with another client," the young oriental woman gave a short bow.
The caseworker who looked harried, scowled a little but said politely, "Subira Chen, this is Anne and James Possible. Anne, James, this is Subira Chen, a counselor who was recommended for this case," then turned back to the counselor and explained "We have determined that given the high spirits of both boys and their technical abilities, a foster home is inadvisable. There is an Uncle 'Slim' who could take them in, but I feel strongly that in cases like this where the children are not in danger of abuse by the parents that we should do everything we can to keep the family together. This is a rather unique case as the complaint references a 'danger to themselves and the immediate neighborhood from extreme science'. I propose that we meet in two weeks, discuss your experiences monitoring the twins with James and Anne and see how to proceed."
"I agree. Ms. Stickler, I know that you are behind on meetings today. If you wish to continue on to your next meeting, I am sure that I can finish up here satisfactorily and you will have my preliminary plan on your desk before the close of business tomorrow."
The caseworker looked doubtful, but the woman who was devoted to helping children was behind in her cases and many of those involved children in danger of physical abuse. In her private opinion, this case was a waste of her time and resources. "Very well Miss Chen, I will look at your plan tomorrow. Good day, Mr. Possible, Mrs. Possible," she said gathering up her documents and leaving.
"Perhaps some tea would be appropriate before we get into the details of my monitoring?" Miss Chen said.
"Uh, since the boys will be living at home and Miss Chen will monitor their activities here, I'm sure that whatever you want to try will be fine, right Anne? If you will excuse me, I have a project that I must get back to... See you later, honey, love you." James practically fled the room.
Anne growled a goodbye to her husband then looked at the 'recommended counselor', asking, "Just how old are you?"
"My oriental genetics make me look young, my mother was asked for ID in bars until her late 40s," the dark-haired woman replied, "Shall we have some tea? Would you like to invite Jim and Tim to come down or do you think they would rather listen covertly from their room?"
"Boys! Do your homework!" the mom called out. A faint chorus of "Mom! It's Saturday!", drifted down the stairs.
"Boys!" she repeated and the faint chorus of "OK, Mom," was heard.
Subira pulled out a pocket radio out of her bag and extended its antenna. Setting it down on the table, she smiled and said, "this will prevent young ears from listening to us unless they sneak downstairs." She pulled a pair of dice out of her pocket, squeezed them then tossed them into the living room. "Those will warn us if they come downstairs," smiling, she added, "they will work at least once, I am sure that the brothers of Kim Possible can figure out countermeasures once they know what measures they must counter. I was delayed in getting here, for that I apologize. May I ask why the plan to have the boys stay with the Stoppables was not acceptable?"
"My husband does not like their son Ronald, he believes that he is a bad influence on our daughter Kimmy and having the boys stay with them would cause her to spend more time with him," Anne frowned, "he was vigorously opposed to that idea."
"Speaking of Kim-san, perhaps we should discuss her. I am her counselor and your name is on the form listing people who I can share her information with..."
STD 2018-
Ron was in overwatch mode as they made their way out of the mall. He figured his job was to carry bags of clothes and walk in the back of their little pack while watching the people around them for threats.
Once they had paused to let people with hand trucks move boxes into a shop. Some guy had walked up to Raven and told her "You'd be prettier if you smiled. Hey, it's not like you're at a funeral." She looked at him and replied in a flat monotone, "The day is still early." The guy retreated, fled was more accurate. It must have been something in her eyes, Ron figured with a smirk. He walked up to her and they walked hand-in-hand through the mall. He told himself that he did that to help make sure that there weren't any unplanned funerals that day, but he finally admitted to himself that it was nice to hold her hand.
Walking out the main doors by the food court, they walked past extra security guards wearing body armor. Raven, and especially Yori, caught the eye of what seemed like every last one of them. To be accurate, their eyes glanced at Raven and jumped to linger on Yori.
Walking out to the parking lot, a white van pulled up and Mr. Stoppable rolled down the window and said, "Get in kids, two hours early for flights to Cleveland!" After hugs and handshakes with the Judge and Mrs. Snobblestone, the Judge told the others, "We'll see that Monique gets home OK. I think that she needs the rest of the day off. After we treat her to a well-deserved lunch."
Monique threw her arms around Raven for a last hug, whispering, "If the Phantom there calls you Kimberly Ann, you call me and I'll come to kick his ass, OK?"
STD 2018-
"Is Kimmy all right? Do you have her on any medications? Did she tell you what really happened that night?" Anne was nearly frantic. First, from the threat of losing her sons and now there was the chance of finding out information that Jean had suggested the Kim was afraid to tell her because "Mom won't love me anymore."
"Possible-sensei, your daughter loves you very much and I believe that I can act as a mediator to make her feel more comfortable in talking to you."
"She will talk to me more freely if you are present? I don't understand."
"She believes that you won't yell at her in front of a stranger, that is, in front of me. I know that is silly, and she might not admit it, but I believe it to be true. When do you expect her home?"
"I'm not sure, I can call her and check, she is out with Ronald Stoppable. Can you tell me what she is worried about? If I knew ahead of time I would react better."
"I believe that she would be OK with me talking to you first without her." The counselor poured them tea and reaching into a bag, pulled out a box of Pocky, the Japanese chocolate dipped cookie sticks. Picking up a stick, she waited and looked at Anne. The red-haired mom sighed, took a sip of the tea and a nibble on a stick. Getting up, Anne walked to the freezer, pulled out two half pints of ice cream. Opening the containers and sticking a spoon in each, she sat both on the table.
"Dear, you are in America, this is how we handle the tough talk. Pick your poison."
"Thank you very much, Possible-Sensei," Subira said selecting the container marked 'Tin Roof Sundae'.
Waiting until both women had taken a bite, Subira began to explain, "My understanding of the events is that Kim-san left the prom in high spirits. She had shown herself to be the clear alpha of the food chain, as she calls it. Are you familiar with the food chain?"
"Yes," Anne gestured with her spoon before dipping it back into the container, "she had always claimed that it was stupid, but I think the peer pressure to conform must have gotten to her. But she was so happy when I dropped her and Eric off at the prom!"
"Yes, and she said that she had a good time at the prom, except for the talk to Ronald about not going with him to chase down Dr. Drakken. When it came time to leave, she swapped her skirt and heels for jeans and sneakers so Eric could bring her home on his motorcycle."
The mom dug the spoon into the container, "Riding home on Eric's motorcycle was always the plan including changing into jeans and sneakers. She told us that Eric drugged her and when she woke up, she was partially undressed and Rufus and some others had destroyed Eric. That was when she discovered what Eric really was."
"Did she tell you who the 'others' were?" the counselor was managing to hold her own in ice cream consumption.
Anne visibly shuddered, "Yes, in fact, when Ron was still in the hospital I went down with Tara and Rufus so they could introduce me to Roachie and Lenard so I could personally thank them."
"Did she mention that Eric had called your husband and James told him that she didn't need to be home until eleven-thirty?"
"No, she didn't. I think that he did, I remember James telling me that they wouldn't be home until later than planned."
"Kim agreed to go to the lake, she was looking forward to a make-out session under the rising moon."
"She was a young woman who was falling in love, we had 'the talk' long ago."
"She was planning on going all the way if the opportunity presented itself."
"Oh, my baby..."
"How do you feel about that? That is one of her worries."
"Well, I can wish that she had picked another person, time and place, but I can't claim to be truly upset with her. Actually, I had expected that her first time would be with Ronald, probably after a mission with a close call. She must be heartbroken to find out that the person she had given her heart to was a robot created by an enemy to distract her and then humiliate her. And then to plan on offering herself to it..."
"She is greatly troubled by it. She may have trust issues in the future. How closely do you follow their 'missions'?"
"I read the reports and Wade gives me full access to logs and Kimmunicator transcripts."
"What about the last mission?"
"No reports have been written. Wade says he is waiting for GJ to finish their analysis before I can see them," looking down at her half-eaten ice cream container, she finally looked up, her blue eyes bleak with dread, "That's a lie, isn't it? Can you tell me what happened?"
"As soon as Kim-san dropped Ronald off at the emergency room, she took off after Drakken and Shego. She believed that time was critical. This time in her mission pack, there was a Walter PPK with special ammunition that she had asked for and that Wade had ready."
A bitter laugh, "Should have guessed that Wade would be a James Bond fan. He really is their 'Q'." Realization then dawned in her blue eyes, "Shego! Shego must have the same ability to speed up her healing as Hego and her other brothers. Normal bullets would slow her, but not stop her for long. What were they?"
"Possible-Sensei, you must remember that the plot that Ronald, Wade, your sons and husband analyzed was a true take over the world threat, a threat of tens of thousands of giant robots attacking countries all over the world. The death toll would have been incredible. She had just dropped her best friend at the hospital, she could see his brain exposed under the transparent shell of hardened bug saliva. Their failed attempt at raping her was also in her mind but was the least of the motivations driving her, I truly believe that."
"What were the bullets?" Anne quietly repeated.
"She carried two bullets made of a highly frangible alloy of Polonium-210. She fired both bullets into Shego."
"My God," Anne paled, "Shego's increased metabolism would have spread the poison through her system and accelerated the poison's effect on her organs. That was what killed her?"
'Please forgive me,' Subira thought to herself, not knowing who to ask for forgiveness for what she was about to say, "the GJ coroner reported that Shego had several nearly healed gunshot wounds, he was unsure whether the cause of death was the Polonium poisoning or decapitation."
"Dr. Drakken?" Anne looked numb.
"Shot nine times."
The redhead put her head on her arms on the table.
"How old are you again? My baby is hurting and they gave her a child to help her!?"
"Possible-Sensei, my passport claims I am twenty-four, my birth certificate says I am eighteen. Please! Listen!" Subira cut off the anguished mother who had picked her head up off the table, tears in her eyes and looked about to tear into the young counselor. Pressing on, she continued,
"I am young, but I am not alone! When I was counseling your daughter, the audio in the room was fed in real time to three of our finest counselors and senior physicians, all experienced in helping young people handle this kind of trauma. They provided guidance to me in real time on what to say, what to do. My organization wanted to get your daughter help as fast as humanly possible and this is the best we could provide in short notice. About halfway through the first session, she realized that I was listening to hidden advisers and we turned the session into a group session with her talking to all of us."
The doorbell rang and there was the thunder of feet down the stairs as Jim and Tim raced to answer it, the little cubes in the living room cheeped three times and were silent in response to the boys' presence. Neither woman seemed to notice.
"I want to talk to them, can you set it up?" demanded Anne.
The young counselor opened her bag, pulled out what appeared to be ordinary Bluetooth earbuds, pressed a button on them and once a little blue light came on she handed them over.
"Mrs. Doctor Possible-Sensei?" a slightly accented older male voice spoke, "Can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can hear you fine, who is this?
"I am the Master Sensei of the Yamanouchi Ninja School."
"Isn't that the high school that Ronald did an exchange at for a couple of weeks?"
"Mom!" the twins called from the door, "Tara and Jessica are here and they say that they need to talk to you now! They've got Bonnie with them!" The way they said 'Bonnie' made it clear that they did not care for the young woman... at all.
"It sounds like you have something that requires your immediate attention," the male voice continued, "I will wait patiently on the line until you can take care of it and then we can talk..."
STD 2018-
"Hello, Mr. Lederberg, this is Dr. Director. Would you care to tell me the meaning of this Memorandum of Understanding is about?" the one-eyed Global Justice Director was reading a file on her screen while she talked on the phone.
"Well, Ma'am, I think it is pretty self-explanatory. My office is notifying you of our attention of recruiting and then supplying Kim Possible with counseling and training. Both Army training and a scholarship to whatever United States University she wishes."
"After her last mission, we are unsure that she would be suitable for any position that would require her to use force in the execution of expected law enforcement duties, particularly in the realm of combating supervillains.
"I have seen Agent Du's report. We at the U.S Army Intelligence Support Activity Recruitment section think that you are too quick to discard an amazing young woman."
Dr. Director leaned back in her chair. Mr. Lederberg was their liaison with the USAISA who had a small staff to help coordinate issues and missions between them and Global Justice.
"We feel that her killing Dr. Drakken and Shego has affected her sense of self-worth and not in a good way."
"With all due respect Dr. Director, you should be offering her counseling and help, not just letting her wander off to lick her wounds. I have heard rumors that the Commandos Marine is considering offering both members of Team Possible a full six-year scholarship to any university in France in exchange for one year of training with them and should she pass their training, service with them for one year. Their offer would also include counseling and additional training during her senior year of high school."
"But I can't imagine that under any circumstances Miss Possible could run with the very big dogs of special forces operatives. Maybe Mr. Stoppable might be closer, but he is never going to be as big and tough as your people are."
"True, but our trainers believe that it is Mr. Stoppable that provides his teammate with survivability. We would use their talents of infiltration and stealth. If we could get both of them and Rufus, we wouldn't have to kick open doors, we'd run into action with the doors unlocked, alarms turned off, and automatic defenses disabled. Sometimes, we Army types do use our heads for more than hitting things with. We are asking for a chance to present them with our offer."
"Why are you asking GJ?"
"There is a warrant out to pick Miss Possible up for a psych eval. We believe that wherever Miss Possible goes, Mr. Stoppable follows. Since very few organizations know what happened on Team Possible's last mission, we assumed that it was you."
The Director swore a curse under her breath. "It was not us, I am going to see if I can track down who did it, perhaps you should do the same..."
STD 2018-
Tara and Jessica stood behind Bonnie who looked like she would have fled in a panic had they not been there.
"Tell her!" prompted Jessica.
"Tell me what, dear," Anne looked at the brunette on the cheer squad, the source of a lot of conflict and angst in her daughter's life. The surgeon made it a personal goal not to hate anyone, but there were people that she certainly didn't love...
"I, uh... I didn't mean to get Kim in trouble!" the anxious girl blurted out.
"Take a breath and start from the beginning, dear."
"I uh, saw Kim drop one of those little metal boxes that holds bullets for a gun, you know, the kind that fits into the gun handle?"
Anne nodded at the girl to continue.
"Well, I might have mentioned it to someone on the phone and mom overheard me. She sort of flipped out and made some phone calls. She found out that Kim has a concealed carry permit that even lets her carry in school."
"OK, I know she has that permit, but I didn't think she carried a gun anywhere, certainly not at school," Anne said.
"She's carried a pistol ever since Ron was hurt, even at school," claimed Tara, "but that's not the problem," she poked the brunette to continue.
"Mom talked to someone and they have a warrant out for the police to pick up Kim and have her committed to some psycho ward for evaluation. I'm sorry, I wouldn't have said anything if I had known, now she is going to kill me, for real this time!"
"Kim has killed you 'not for real' in the past? Has she ever struck you? Taken a swing at you?" said the Mom.
"Well, no, I mean we argue and stuff, but only words until now!"
Anne Possible, lover of James, mother of three (sometimes four), and physician and teacher to many closed her eyes and recited the Oath of Maimonides:
"The eternal providence has appointed me to watch over the life and health of Thy creatures. May the love for my art actuate me at all times; may neither avarice nor miserliness, nor thirst for glory or for a great reputation engage my mind; for the enemies of truth and philanthropy could easily deceive me and make me forgetful of my lofty aim of doing good to Thy children."
"May I never see in the patient anything but a fellow creature in pain."
"Grant me the strength, time and opportunity always to correct what I have acquired, always to extend its domain; for knowledge is immense and the spirit of man can extend indefinitely to enrich itself daily with new requirements. Today he can discover his errors of yesterday and tomorrow he can obtain a new light on what he thinks himself sure of today."
"Oh, God, Thou has appointed me to watch over the life and death of Thy creatures; here am I ready for my vocation and now I turn unto my calling."
When she opened her eyes, the anger, fear, and frustration that Bonnie had seen a few seconds ago were gone, replaced with a cool calmness that she found far more terrifying. This wasn't a mom who might scream, yell, and maybe hit; this was the surgeon who used a scalpel to remove tumors and disease. A physician who fought death on a regular basis.
"Who did your mom talk to?" the surgeon asked coolly and calmly.
"My uncle Derrick." The terrified brunette tried to convince herself that she was one of 'Thy creatures' mentioned in the old-time prayer she had just heard.
"What does he do?"
"I don't know, some government job thing, he's always joking around that if he told us, he'd have to kill us..."
"Thank you for telling me this. Girls, can you make sure that Bonnie gets home safely, please?"
"Yes, Ma'am. Is there anything that Tara or I can do to help?" asked Jessica.
"No, but thank you for offering, dear. I think that it might be best for you to stay away until you hear from us that it is safe."
CREDITS
All characters are the property of the Disney Company. This is a work of fan fiction.
Judge Horace Q. Snobblestone and his wife, Eunice along with Suzie Chin are from Sentinel103 and his once again stories.
Note that the name on Suzie's United States of America passport is Subira Chen. This name was first used in my story Graduation in Early MAYhem when she, Wanda Wang, and Mr. Bates were hunting Fukushima in London. Their American Passports show their ages as old enough to purchase alcohol, rent cars, etc.
From that story:
"Subira... That's a Swahili name that means 'patience is rewarded'. Were your parents explorers or diplomats?" Lord Walls asked.
"No, Lord Walls, my parents were great readers of adventure books and just liked the name. Something to do with how I came along later in life for them I am told."
Authors Note: Thanks to CajunBear73, Daccu65, and Sentinel103 for basically being beta readers, editors, and sanity checkers. Believe me, I need a lot of sanity checks.