Author's Note: Once again thanks to Rebelrsr for help on the fic, couldn't do it with out you. Sorry for the slowness in updates and such short chapters. I'd love to make them longer but apparently my skill with writing only allows me what you see. Still I hope everyone likes what I put out and now to the story.

Since the death of Kim Possible crime, had been steadily growing worldwide. In the middle of Los Angeles, a figure stood on the rooftop of a warehouse overlooking Neo Genesis Research, ready to add another number to the statistics. The shadow wore a midnight black cloak, hiding all of its features, making even its gender a mystery. The building the thief was on was a multistory warehouse that stood across the street from the shorter, targeted building. Under cover of darkness, the thief took one more look at the other structure then pulled away from the ledge. Moving a good couple yards from the edge, the figure turned around and sprinted for the ledge. With the final strike of boot against pavement, the shadow launched itself from the rooftop. The cloak that normally wrapped around the thief fluttered out behind; yet, even without the cloak nothing distinguishable could be found in the dark moonless night.

At the height of the jump, the thief's cloak became stiff. Using the impromptu glider, the figure drifted down to the research facility's rooftop. When they got close enough, the cloak became slack again, causing the shadow to roll when they landed. Standing up, the thief went over to the skylight that was installed on the roof. Pulling out a strange device from under the cloak, the figure placed it on one of the sheets of glass. The single light on the device glowed red for a moment before changing to green. Reaching down the thief lifted the window up and open. Taking a small cord from their belt, the figure attached it to the skylights edge and grappled down. Once on the ground, the figure detached the cable and looked around. Finding themselves in a darkened board room, the thief moved to the door and opened it a crack. Spotting a camera looking away from them, the cloaked figure shut the door behind and moved silently into the camera's blind spot. As the camera started to turn back towards the place the shadow had been, the camera at the far end of the hallway began to rotate towards where the thief hid. Sprinting down the hallway, the thief stopped midway and turned to face double steel doors with a keycard reader on the wall next to it. Pulling a card from the cloak, the shadow slipped it in. Immediately a bolt retracted and the thief slid into the accompanying room and the doors shut behind them.

The room behind the door was huge. Easily spanning the length of a football field and twice as wide, there were dividers, made of glass, sectioning the room off into smaller areas. With the dividers in place, the room looked very much like a maze. The thief took off down the pathway directly in front of them, heading for a specific room Moving with amazing stealth, the shadow evaded the few remaining cameras between them and their first objective. Upon reaching the small glass room, the thief spotted several pedestals, each with a devise on it encased in a force field. The nearest pedestal held the first object the figure was after. Kneeling down, the shadow opened a panel exposing the wires that powered the protective field. Pulling out a wire cutter, the thief carefully snipped through the correct wires and the field above flickered and then went out. Quickly standing up the cloaked figure grabbed the item, placing it within the folds of the cloak, and left the room heading for a computer lab.

Once again, the shadow snuck through the glass corridors to arrive at a new area that held a dozen computers. From where the thief was, they could see several other labs, but what they wanted was in a specific computer in this room. Going over to a desk with the name plaque of Dr. Porter, the shadow sat down in front of the computer. Switching it on, the thief also pulled out a small thumb drive and inserted it into one of the USB ports. Hacking though the login, the figure moved through the files till they found what they were looking for. A quick copy and the desired files were on the thief's flash drive. Disconnecting the USB, the shadow turned the computer off, removed all evidence of being there, and made their way back to the board room. Climbing up the cable that was original used for entrance the thief retracted the wire and closed the skylight. Pocketing the gadget that removed the security on the window, the shadowed figure slipped down the fire escape, leaving the building none the wiser to the evening's activities.

Reaching the alleyway, the shadow moved over to a pile of trash and a large tarp. Moving over to the trash pile, the shadow lifted the tarp, revealing a motorcycle. However, there was a rather large difference between this bike and every other one out there. This one had no wheels. The body looked like a Honda DN-01, but in place of wheels there were pads. This very same experimental craft had been reported stolen just a few weeks prior to this night's heist. Mounting it, the figure started the bike and it began to hover. Gripping the handle bars with only their right hand, the thief began heading northwest from Los Angeles, aiming for the coast.

When the rider reached the beaches, they flew directly at the ocean. Instead of sinking into the surf, the hover bike did as it was expected and both rider and bike began floating over the waves. Picking up the speed, the cloaked rider angled their ride towards a distant island, hoping to make it there before the sun could even crest the horizon. Reaching the shores of the island, the thief placed the bike in deep shadow and covered it with several palm branches. After concealing their bike, the figure headed off towards the center of the island, where a large villa resided. The thief took an amazingly short period of time to break through the security surrounding the compound, even avoiding activating the turning-tops-of-doom. After breaking into the main building, the cloaked figure made their way to the center room that functioned as a study, complete with walls filled with books and a fireplace at the far end of the room. In front of the fireplace was a single chair with its back facing the door, which the thief made no effort to close quietly.

The sudden noise caught the man who had been reading by surprise, causing him to stand immediately. "What-what is the meaning of this intrusion?" a dignified, Spanish accented voiced called out.

"I have need of your facility here, as well as your immense wealth, Senior Senior Senior," a whispered voice came from the cloaked figure. Even if the speaker had spoken clearly, their voice wouldn't have been recognizable due to the voice distorter.

"What? Why would I even wish to aid you in what ever plan it is that you have," Senior asked.

"Because I know your villainous code of ethics, and it says if a fellow villain asks for aid, you are honor bound to help them," the distorted voice supplied.

"You speak truly. However, any business conscious man would first ask what it is he would be offering aid for and more importantly to whom," the old Spaniard wisely said.

"Fair enough." Silence fell across the room for a few minutes. "I seek revenge. Against whom is unimportant. It's enough for you to know that they betrayed me and everything I believed in. For their betrayal they will pay." The deep fury behind the words was easily heard. "I will crush them and destroy even their memory. There will not be a single thing remaining of them when I am finished." Throughout the entire tirade the figure's composure hardly shifted; only the voice had changed. After a moment the cloaked being began again, calmer. "But as with any long term plans, short steps will be needed. The tasks I'd require of you would be simple. As to who I am?" The figure turned to leave. "You'll learn that soon enough," and even with the distorter, a deep coldness showed through.

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Senior Senior Senior walked into his bedroom and unconsciously clapped to flick on the lights. Moving over to the four-poster, king sized bed the old man sat down on it and grabbed the phone on the nightstand. Dialing a number, he waited until a younger, albeit slightly higher, version of his voice answered, "Hello, Father. Why are you calling so early in the morning?"

"Junior, I will need you to leave your Caribbean vacation early. We have been asked to offer support to a new villain," the elder Senior said.

"But, father, I still have another two weeks here," Junior whined.

A tired sigh came from the old man. "Junior, just come to our villa on Anacapa Island."

"Why are we helping out this villain? Are they an old friend, father?"

"No, in fact this is a new villain and they have piqued my villainous interest. They have the makings of a fine villain," Senior said excitedly. "Sudden, unexpected appearance, distorted voice, a deep desire for revenge. They even performed a monologue; ahhhh, a potentially great, super villain."

"Very well, father, I will make preparations to arrive on the island," Junior said with a resigned voice.

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The plane landed in the small hours of the morning in an airport in Osaka. Getting off the public airliner was a young blonde man, whose only possession was a small box, tucked under his right arm. Looking quite confused, Ron looked around for a face he could recognize. In the middle of turning, a feminine voice called out, "Ron-kun(1)!!"

Spinning to face the owner of the voice Ron's face split into a wide grin. "Yori!" Rushing to hug her in an awkward one armed hug, he asked, "How've you been?"

Yori returned the hug. "I have been fine, Ron-kun. It is you I am worried about. All at Yamanouchi learned of Possible-san's(2) passing, and we all mourn her."

"Yeah, Kim." Ron let out a deep sigh. "What do you know about her death?"

"What do you mean? We just learned of her fate at the hands of the akuma(3), Shego, yesterday," the young ninja said.

"I don't- I don't think Shego killed Kim, Yori," the blonde sidekick started. "I think…" Ron paused again. This time looking around nervously and leaning towards Yori, he whispered, "I think GJ killed her."

The ninja's only response was to blink. "Ron-kun, let us leave. Master Sensei is awaiting you and would like nothing better than to welcome you personally."

Nodding his head, Ron replied, "It'd be great to see Master Sensei again. How're we getting there?" the blonde asked.

"This way." Yori led the teen hero out of the airport and over to a waiting Explorer. After the two got in, Ron set down the box he had been carrying on the seat next to him. As soon as the box was down, the lid popped off, revealing a panting Rufus. "Rufus-chan(4)!" Yori nearly squealed.

The dazed rodent could only look around blearily as he breathed in fresh air. After his eyes focused, he spotted Yori and squeaked out, "'Ori!" Quickly scampering over to her shoulder, he hugged her neck in greeting.

"Hey, while you two say hi, I'm going to check in with Wade," Ron said. Pulling out the Kimmunicator that Dr. Possible had given him, the devise immediately connected to Wade's room. The screen showed the hacker's room, but it was lacking the usual object – Wade himself. "Wade? Where are ya, man?"

When Wade didn't show up right away, Ron took more notice of what he was seeing. The room had a lot of things out of place. The keyboard was off the desk, Wade's chair was knocked over, and the bookshelf that was normally in sight was toppled forward. Everything was beginning to point towards a struggle. "Wade?" Ron fearfully asked.

Both Yori and Rufus looked at the sidekick. "Ron, what is the matter?"

Looking up from the Kimmunicator, Ron said, "I think someone got Wade."

(1) -kun: informal and intimate used to address males mostly.

(2) -san: title of respect added to a name

(3) akuma: devilish person; devil; Satan

(4) -chan: used to express intimacy and affection