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Chapter 3 : Revelations
It was late by the time Ron dropped "Korey" off at her apartment. He practically had to help her into her room, she was a bit of a mess between the late hour and her slight buzz from the beer she drank. Just as Ron was about to start walking up to his room four familiar beeps sounded off from his pants pocket.
Ron sighed and pulled out a thin black device that looked a bit like the Kimmunicator that Kim used to use. This one was a bit thinner and had more options and gadgets than the previous one she used did.
"Stoppable here." He said gruffly.
Wade's face appeared on the screen. "Ron….we got another mission for you….a quick one." He said a bit nervously.
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"The police just called in HQ, a gang of crooks calling themselves the Middleton Demons have been terrorizing the area for a while now. Well The cops can't handle them…especially their leader…he's killed six officers already. They asked for GJ to come in a clean them up."
Ron sighed. "Fine….Who's the leader, what type of mission and I need a location."
Wade looked a bit uneasy about this but Betty had requested that Ron handle this mission. "The location is the remains of the old Middleton high. Mission type is seek and destroy…kill targets if it is necessary. The leader….is…ummm…..Josh Mankey…" Wade said.
Ron's eyes could be seen glowing red from behind his mirror tinted shades. "Mankey huh….looks like it's time I finish what I started six years ago." Ron growled. "Mission accepted…I will report after I have finished, be sure to send the clean up crew as usual….one more thing….if Kim searches for my files again….let her have my "Standard" one." Ron said.
"Ron…are you sure…?" Wade asked a bit surprised.
"Yes…it's time for the past to be put to rest…..Ron out." Ron said and closed the com-link.
He looked around a bit and saw that no one was in the hall. Then in a flash of blue light "Clint" vanished from sight.
Kim sat down at her small desk in her apartment. She was tired but not as buzzed as she had led Clint to believe. She pulled out her computer and started it up.
"Alright Clint let's see who you really are." She said to herself.
"Please state full name and rank." The computer droned.
"Possible, Kimberly Anne….Rank…Captain." She said.
"Welcome Captain Possible…please state your next command." The computer stated.
"Full systems search for Clint Adrian Hunter Stone…use Captain's access codes GJ9435465-2." Kim said.
"Access denied….no agents below Commander status can access this information." It droned.
"Dammit!" Kim cursed. "Alright then….same code and search for Ronald Dean Stoppable….all data." She said in frustraition.
"File found….access granted…..bringing up information now." The computer droned and Kim started in shock, she had tried before and failed to get anything on Ron other than the old Ron-Factor project.
Global Justice Personnel and Agent file information…
Name : Stoppable, Ronald Dean
Age : 22
Height : 6'2"
Weight : 224 ilbs
Hair : Blonde
Eyes : Brown
GJ Rank : Commander
Distinguishing marks : Never seen without sunglasses on, even at night. Numerous scars on chest, abdomen, back and one on his leg…from shrapnel impact…a small piece still remains in his left leg. Small burn marks on chest and back just under the shirt line. Sometimes walks with a limp.
Date of Birth : March 19th 1986
Miss. Information : Ron Stoppable left Middleton after a fight he had with long time partner and friend Kim Possible. He then went abroad to train in Japan, where he spent two years. In 2005 his parents Edward and Ellen Stoppable were murdered by international crime lord Montgomery Fiske aka Monkey Fist, Fiske died in battle against Ron six months later in Japan. In 2006 He returned to America and joined Global Justice…he obtained the Rank of Commander within two years time. In the year 2008 He and his long time fiancé Yori Akumi planned to wed and Commander Stoppable settled down in San Diego near the GJ base stationed there. Two weeks before they were to be married a dispute with a local biker gang took the life of Ms Akumi.
Since that time Commander Stoppable has taken part in Operation : White Lance which brought the downfall of Osama Bin-Ladin and Sadam Hussein. Current Projects he is involved with are "CLASSIFIED". Formerly a member of Team Possible.
Bio : Commander Stoppable is considered the most dangerous and deadly agent Global Justice has in it's employ. He is a master of over thirty forms of martial arts and a registered sensei for twenty five of them. Commander Stoppable is a master of all known weapons…melee or firearm and is a master marksman, he is also good with weapons customizations. His specialties are Espionage, Covert black-ops, Sabotage, Assassination, Blind fighting, Marksmanship, Swordsmanship, Rescue, Vehicles and Survival.
Easily recognized for his blonde hair, muscular build and ever present sunglasses. Commander Stoppable is the agent called when there is a global threat or an assassination that needs to be done. He has a no fail mission record in the past four years. A loner he works alone unless the situation calls otherwise. His methods are quick, precise and often brutal. He is known among his peers as the "Angel of Death".
"Computer….p…prepare shut down sequence….Agent Possible…logging off." Kim said stunned as tears began falling down her cheeks.
She could hardly believe what she had just seen…not only was Ron a member of GJ, he was a higher rank and considered their best if not most dangerous agent. Was this the result of their fight six years ago? A sudden feeling of sickness spread through her as she dashed for the bathroom and lost her dinner.
After her stomach settled Kim cleaned herself up and brushed her teeth in a mechanical manner. She then went to her room and stripped out of her clothes and laid down in her bed…clutching the picture she had of Ron as tears continued to fall. What had she done….was this her fault….clearly Ron had moved on with his life with Yori…so why couldn't she? That thought made her heart clench tighter as she drifted off into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of Ron and what he had become.
Middleton High stood like a beast in the darkness as pale moonlight washed over it. The walls now full of graffiti and holes from a battle long since past. The windows smashed and the old sign now rusted and broken. A condemned sign was displayed in the yard near what used to be the entrance to the building.
Loud music and shouts could be heard from deep within the old partially destroyed building. A lone figure walked through the shadows towards it, the light of a cigarette was the only thing that could be seen in the darkness of the night.
"Well boys!" Josh Mankey yelled loudly as he held a chain in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. The chain was connected to a collar that was around the neck of a frightened blonde woman with light blue eyes, her clothes were ripped and she looked beaten. "We had a pretty good haul tonight!"
His gang roared loudly over the music in agreement as they drank or used whatever drugs they had on them…most of them used both. In the center of the old gym was a large barrel fire that was providing light for the group.
Josh leered at the girl beside him. "Now Tara….I wanna have a little fun…suck me." He demanded with a lust filled sneer.
Tara trembled away from him…she had been dealing with this for about a week now…ever since he broke into her apartment; he had taken everything including her.
"I…I don't want to….please Josh….just let me go…" She whimpered in tears.
Josh growled and jerked on her chain. "What the fuck did you just call me slave bitch?" He snarled.
"I…I'm s…s…sorry…m…m…master…." Tara said in pure fear.
"That's right bitch…I'm the master and you are the slave…now fucking suck me or I blow your fucking head off!" Josh roared.
"Now that is no way to treat a lady Monkey….it would seem not much has changed over the years." A slightly familiar voice growled from the entrance.
A tall muscular man dressed in a black trench coat, with long blonde hair and sunglasses stood in the door way, smoke from his cigarette rolling out his nostrils giving him a slightly demonic look. The man took another pull of his smoke before flicking it aside and walking towards Josh who was now fingering the gun at his side.
"Who the fuck are you?" Josh asked.
"Me….I'm a ghost….a ghost from your past. Think back six years "Monkey Boy" and tell me who was the person you hated the most." The man growled.
Josh thought hard for a moment and then his eyes widened in surprise and shock. "Stoppable…? Is that you?" He asked a bit afraid…Ron had beaten the shit out of him six years ago when he caught him cheating on Possible.
Tara looked at the man in shock and a little hope. If this was Ron then she was saved…Ron was a hero…he would save her…wouldn't he?
Ron flashed a dark smirk. "That's Commander Stoppable to you Monkey…by order of Global Justice I place you and your gang under arrest…resist and face the consequences." Ron then grinned evilly. "Please resist."
Josh and his pulled his gun out on Ron while his gang just watched stupidly. Tara cowered away from them, afraid that she might end up a target. "And what consequences are there if I resist?" Josh asked cockily from behind his 9mm, pointing it at Ron gangster style.
"Resist and find out, Monkey boy." Ron said with a shrug.
"Fuck you!" Josh snapped.
"BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!" Josh fired off four shots into Ron's chest and he fell backwards onto the ground. Tara let out a piercing scream as tears streamed down her bruised cheeks. She couldn't see blood seeping from the wounds as Josh laughed at the "Loser", this confused her a bit.
The laughing was brought to a halt as Ron flipped back up to his feet. Four little plinks sounded off as four bullets fell out of his chest and torso. Ron just cracked his neck calmly; thankful for his armor…bullet wounds were a bitch to heal. Tara just stared wide eyed at Ron but Josh was shuddering in fear as the mirror tinted lenses on Ron's shades began glowing crimson.
Ron's hand shot out and grabbed the gun and jerked it out of Josh's hand. An audible snap was heard as the gun was broken in two. Ron then tossed the broken gun pieces into Josh's lap causing him to look down at them in fear.
As Josh's face came back up he found himself eye to barrel with twin Magnums. "Wha…what the fuck happened to you man?" He asked terrified. "What the hell are you!"
"I'm the Angel of Death." Ron said simply.
"BLAAM BLAAM!" Two shots echoed through the gym as the gang and Tara watched the contents of Josh Mankey's skull get blown all over the wall behind him. The gang members started to freak and were about to run.
"Don't even think of moving." Ron snarled without turning around. "I'll give you all the same option as your leader her….give up or face the consequences."
The gang members now scared beyond logic tossed their weapons to the floor and put their hands in the air. Ron turned around and ordered them to line up on the wall and stay there. He then pulled a thin device from his coat.
"Commander Stoppable here….target has been terminated. Target's cohorts are now in custody and awaiting pickup….send clean up crew and a paddy wagon for the gang members…Stoppable out." Ron said and put away the device in his pants pocket.
He then walked over to Tara who was still shivering in fear and removed the collar from her neck. He then took off his trench coat and put it around her.
"It's alright now Tara." He said in a softer tone as she looked at his muscular form and the weapons he had strapped to him. "It's all over now and Josh won't hurt you anymore. I won't hurt you either." He said in a comforting tone.
"Ron…is that really you?" Tara asked through her tears.
"Yeah…it's me….long time no see huh." He said still keeping an eye on the terrified gang members.
Tara plowed into his and began bawling into his chest. Ron let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his old friend in hopes of providing some comfort. She continued to cry and cling to him as the GJ clean up crew and the police came in. Ron answered a few questions for the cops who thanked him for his services. The police then arrested the gang members and took them away while the clean up crew removed Mankey's body.
Ron walked Tara out of the old building; she never let him go and was still shivering in a mixture of fear and the crying she had done. A single police officer was waiting patiently near the curb; he was to escort her to the station so she could make her statement, file charges and then be taken back to her parent's house, her apartment was totaled from Mankey's gang breaking in.
"I…we all really missed you Ron….after you left…Kim was never the same." Tara said quietly.
"So I've heard." Ron said.
"Are…are you two going to fix things between you now that you are back?" She asked.
Ron shrugged. "I'm not sure yet…that will mainly be up to her." Ron said. "As you can see…I'm not really the same person I used to be."
"Yes you are…" Tara whispered. "You're a hero…you always have been and always will be."
Ron chuckled mirthlessly. "I'm not a hero, Tara; I just do my job and help as many people as I can. There is nothing heroic about being a paid killer or a mercenary." He said.
"That's not true!" She exclaimed through tears. "If you hadn't come…I would be….I….I….would be….." She trailed off as sobs wracked her petite form.
"I don't care what you say." Tara sobbed. "I don't care that you are paid to kill bad people…better them than some innocent victim! I know all about GJ and what you do….Betty is my Aunt! She said to me that you were one of the greatest heroes we have!"
Ron sighed and shook his head, he had already known this and Dr Director frequently praised him but taking a life, even a bad one, still felt bad. Even though death had become a constant in his life over the past four years and it hardly fazed him anymore he still didn't think it was right to kill all the time. But what she had said was very true…better the villains that an innocent and it was the innocents that gave Ron his reason to keep on fighting. Heroic or not it was the right thing to do.
"Alright Tara…you win." Ron said. "Now…why don't you go get things cleared up with the police? After you have finished with them they will take you to your parent's house." Ron said softly.
Tara dried her eyes, sniffled and pecked Ron on the cheek. "Thank you for saving me Ron, no matter what anyone says I will always think of you as a hero. Try to work things out with Kim…okay…she needs you and I think you need her too." She said, gave him his coat and walked to the police officer. She got into the squad car after waving to Ron.
Ron watched the squad car drive off into the distance and began walking himself. Ron tossed his trench coat over his shoulder as he walked back into the abandoned school. The place held so many memories…some fond and some painful. As if on instinct he soon found himself standing in front of Kim's rusty old locker.
Ron opened the door and saw her old computer in it. The computer's screen was cracked and broken; the inside was covered in webs and rust from years of not being used. Ron glanced at the door and saw a old warn and weathered picture of him and Kim when they went to the county fair. They looked so happy and care free in the picture; he then saw a small note beneath it. I miss you." Was all it said.
"Has she really missed me this long…" Ron thought as he fingered the old picture…it crumpled and fell to the floor in pieces. A sudden surge of emotions and realization shot through Ron as he looked down at the remains of the picture. "What did I do…how could I have been so fucking stupid? I thought the only life that I destroyed by leaving was my own…but….I destroyed hers too…I need to fix this…I need time to think, maybe it's not to late to give Kim back her life." Ron thought and began walking back out of the building. He had some major soul searching to do.
A few days later….
Nearly two weeks had passed and the deadline for the mission was looming closer. Ron's targets, like tonight, hadn't been into Club X for the past couple of nights.
Everything had been relatively quiet and few trouble makers had been around since he started working. The only thing Ron had noticed was Kim, she hid it well but something was bothering her. Whenever she was in the dressing room she was kind of off in her own world. She had even had a glazed look about her when he had given back her fixed picture frame. Ron was beginning to worry that she wouldn't be able to keep her head on her mission…perhaps letting her see his data file wasn't the smartest idea after all.
Tina was up on stage at the moment doing her genie dance, Ron had seen it before and while she was a sight to look at he wasn't very interested. "What's wrong with tonight, mate?" Mike asked as Ron leaned up against the side of the bar.
Ron pulled out a Marlboro and a chrome Zippo, lit his cigarette and took a deep pull. "Not much, Mike just got some shit on my mind." Ron stated.
Mike poured Ron a cup of stiff coffee and handed it to him. "C'mon, mate, tell me your problems and maybe ol Mike can help out." He said kindly.
Ron shrugged. "There isn't much to say really…my past haunts me but so does the possible future. I have a tough choice to make and I'm thinking deeply about it."
Mike nodded. "One of those life changing decisions huh, mate, well I wish you the best of luck." Mike said knowing that, that was all he was going to get out of "Clint".
Tina walked off the stage with her tips as the DJ stopped playing her music. Ron finished his cigarette and put it out in a nearby ashtray. His face still as stoic as ever as he looked over the patrons to make sure everyone was behaving within permissible order.
"Alright gentlemen…here she comes, that little fireball…Little miss Hot Stuff!" The DJ announced as he started playing an upbeat tune.
Ron glanced over to the stage. It was dark and dry ice was being used to make fog. He arched his eyebrow a bit but otherwise remained emotionless. That is until "Korey" made her appearance….she strutted through the fog in a replica of Kim's old mission outfit. Ron stiffened as the patrons howled in appreciation.
Kim strutted out to the end of the stage, like a large predatory cat looking for its prey. She grabbed the pole and twirled around it once before grinding up against it suggestively.
She then did a reverse cartwheel and laid down of the stage floor, stretching herself out seductively. Arching her back and neck up she put a gloved finger in between her lips and grabbed the glove with her teeth and pulled it off. She dropped the glove to the floor and followed up with the other.
Kim pushed off the floor and flipped up the her feet. She began dancing seductively, her hips swaying in a provocative manner. Her hands slowly slid up her petite form and then through her flippy ginger locks before dropping back down and tearing away her black turtle neck revealing a lacy black bra.
Returning to the pole Kim began dancing against it like it was her lover. Her lithe form wrapping around the golden colored pole like a seductive snake. Kim then put her finger on her lips and then trailed her finger down between her breasts and to her cargo pants, with one deft pull the pants ripped away revealing a gold belly chain with her locket on it and a black silk garter belt and thong.
As Kim continued her seductive dance on stage Ron became entranced by it…which was different for him because little was ever able to make his lose focus when on a mission. He squeezed his coffee cup so hard that it shattered in his hand. Mike saw this and smirked, it nice to see that "Clint" was human after all.
Kim now in lingerie laid down on the floor once again, arching her back as she moved her hands all over her body. Rolling forward she did a hand spring and ripped off her black bra in mid air causing her breasts to bounce freely as she landed.
Kim sauntered up to the pole and pressed her body against the cold metal causing her nipples to stiffen. The pole squeezed between her pert breasts as she wrapped her silky legs around it and continued to move in rhythm with the music. She brushed her breasts across the pole teasing herself and the patrons as she did so.
The music was coming to its climax as Kim went into her final bit in a mixture of seductive dancing and gymnastics. The music soon ended and Kim sauntered around the stage to pick up the large piles of tips that had been tossed at her from the patrons. The patrons were howling and cheering as she pranced off the stage and behind the curtains once again.
Once Kim had left the stage Ron had to shake himself slightly. He had been around strippers…very attractive ones before…but none of them had ever caused him to lose his focus before. Deep down Ron knew the only reason he lost focus was because it was Kim…he also knew it was because he feelings for her had been getting stronger than they had been over the past few days.
He had done allot of soul searching. He has reevaluated Kim's GJ files and thought long and hard about how bad her life had been since he left. His own life had been crap…he spent two years training in Japan and when he came back with Yori it had been okay for a while. It had seemed that he would be able to move on with his life until she was killed by a biker gang two weeks before they were going to get married…she had been six month pregnant with his child.
It was ironic in a way…he had lost two children in his life both to women he was in love with. But if things went alright he might have a chance to have a child with the first girl he ever loved. He thought it would be nice to settle down again and maybe go back to freelance work…to get away from all the killing and politics.
He also didn't want to see Kim in pain anymore…it was starting to hurt him too. He had closed off his emotions for so long that he had almost forgotten how to feel. But now that he has had a chance to return here and see Kim's life and how she was doing he found that his emotions had been slowly reawakening. He knew what he had to do now…he would do it…he would let her back into his life and hopefully she will let him into hers again.
Ron's musings were cut short as Club X did last call and the bar shut down for the night. Slowly the patrons left one by one until no one was left. "Korey" came out of the dressing room in a pair of jean, a green shirt and her locket was once again on its chain with the rings.
"You ready to go Korey?" Ron asked keeping his stoic composure…for now at least.
She nodded quietly and followed him out to his truck. Ten minutes later they were back at the Trinity apartments and walking up to Kim's place.
"Are you alright Korey?" Ron asked letting concern enter his tone.
Kim smiled weakly at her new friend. "Yeah…I'm fine." She lied as they got to her room door.
"Are you sure….you want to talk about it?" Ron asked.
"I'm…fine Clint…..I just….need some time…..alone." She said quietly as she looked at the floor, thoughts of Ron still plaguing her mind.
Ron sighed…it was now or never…he couldn't let this go on any longer. "Alright then…suit yourself………….KP…." He said and began walking away as Kim let out a loud gasp.
Disclaimer : We do not own Kim Possible
Authors : DragonMaster & Doug4422 aka Epic Quest INC.