Author here, sorry for the long wait I am an idiot who only checks his PMs . Got it a week ago and just didn't see. After this small apology lets get this show started.
Chapter 3: Real world Everlot
Finally the storm had started. I could see it building up throughout my flight; dark clouds building above my destination. Dark scenery for what will be a dark night.
The lightning was cracking in the air, omens for the upcoming rain. The drone I used to get here was slowly landing on Bueno Nacho HQ. From the monitor not so far away Wade called out, "Good luck Ron".
I gave him the thumbs up, smiled and said, "Don't worry, Wade," using Kim's usual phrase to ease the heavy atmosphere, "No big."
It seems that I, unlike Kim, I can't really calm people with these words, because I could feel the fear in his voice when he said, "Just be careful".
"Dude, if I were careful I would have gotten Kim to come." His silence was a sign he agreed wit my statement. "But don't worry; I'll try to keep this boundigity piece of man out of harm." I assured him.
The drone landed, and as it did I was there, standing at its door surveying the roof top. The few lamps that were scattered around gave away a dim outline of the place. Not far away from me I noticed the way too inviting air vent. The lights were set right above it, the blades weren't spinning and the hood was hung on its last hinge. Usually if Kim was here and Rufus wasn't out of commission (the little body was still limp in my pocket) we would have used the vents and dealt with whatever trap Drakken had prepared for us.
I decided I should check for another way in. At the far side of the roof I noticed a big metallic door that was a bit open. I went to check it, and as I came close I found a welcome carpet composed by an almost infinite number of used cigarettes that were on the floor. I peered in through the door and found two of Drakken's red clad henchmen/goons sitting side by side in a stairway both smoking cigarettes. Guess the foul weather was an incentive to stay indoor.
I didn't want to alert them, and I wasn't sure I could take both out before they call for back up so I want for an old fashioned trick. Closing in as close as possible I set my hand to my mouth and whispered towards the closer of the two, "Hey, moron".
I quickly hide myself, as the puzzled goon looked to the sides, searching for the man who spoke. When he found no one other but his friend he looked at his "partner" and asked with an angry tone, "How did you call me?"
The other man, who didn't hear my name calling, looked at the first and said, "I didn't call you anything."
"Yes you did. You called me Moron," the first one accused.
"No I didn't," the other one argued.
"Yes you did."
"I didn't!"
This went on for a while. I'm not going to force you to read through it all.
Finely the second man snapped and shouted, "You know what? You're a moron!"
I opened the door and looked at the two men. They were holding each other's face with one hand preparing to punch with the other. Standing at the door step, one hand on the door the other on my lap I said, "If you want my humble opinion, it's that you are both morons." The goons looked at me, then at each other, and back at me, and finally nodded with silent agreement.
In a moment notice they left each other and made a leap at me. The two "bangs" that followed when I slammed the metal door at their face were more than satisfying.
I opened the door, marveling at how well that plan worked (I'll never diss the Looney Toons ever again). I stepped in to check their unconscious bodies. I wanted to make sure I didn't need a key card or something like that to move around the place (would have been a boomer to go down the stairs only to find out I needed to go back and get a 'key item' from this two (learned that from Everlot).When I got close I noticed something new: usually Drakken's goons carry around some sort of ray guns or rely on their brute strength for the job. This time they carried something new, something that put me in a position I had never known before. They both had revolvers. Small compact guns in hustlers loaded with six bullets each. "Well that's new," I said to myself as I took both guns out. I put them to the side and started looking around for any potential rope. I didn't want the moron duo to wake up and destroy my surprise.
I found my rope in the form of a fire hose on the wall. I tied the morons up; made sure their com's were far away and started to walk down the stairs. On the third step I figured out that I had no clue where to go. I came back to the tied men and choose to wake one of them up.
I slapped the poor goon awake. He woke up looking at the nuzzle of 'my' newly acquired gun. Looking further up, he could see me giving him an evil grin. "You," he dazedly said.
"Yes, me, me, me... Listen, dude, you have two options right now: answer a few questions and you can walk out of here unarmed more or less," (he did just bang his head on a metal door" "or don't answer my questions and we will play 'Goon goes ouch'." I used Shego's usual threat on him.
He snorted "Like a buffoon; like you can do anything." His lips took on a cocky grin so sure that I the 'good guy' , won't do anything, most have believed I can't or won't.
I shifted my aim to his legs and opened the cap. "I think I'll start with your left pinky." I chuckled as I got an idea for a joke, " I'll make it simple its either I take your Pinky or metaphorically speaking, your Brain (I am not a zombie). So its a Pinky, a Pinky or your Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain, Brain. "
His cocky grin shifted quickly to a look of sheer horror reserved mostly to the true madmen like the Joker in Batman or Hannibal Lecter "OK, OK... don't shoot I'll answer your questions."
"Good, question number one: Where is Drakken?" Needed to find my target.
"In the main control room," the frightened man said.
"Question number two: Where is the main control room? No much help if I can't find it."
"Third floor at the right end of the corridor." He squirmed even more than before.
"Did you see any 'off' buttons in there?"
"Yes, but you need a key to use it."
Great, now all I need to do is: get past all the obstacles, deal with Doctor D—and probably Shego as well—and then when I clear all the 'mob' I need to find this key to save the day. Feels like Everlot (luckily there is no respawn here. Unluckily this also means no second chance).
"Thanks, for your answers. Have a good night," I said before smacking the gun to his left temple. He slumped down, unconscious yet again. Looking at my timer and knowing Drakken I had no time to waste, I dashed down the stairs, sliding on the rails to cut time. I reached the third floor entrance (hard to miss when a big red three is painted on the wall) in mere seconds and went towards the door leading into it.
I opened the door and looked in; the corridor was well lit by a row of metal cased fluorescent lamps hung one after the other from the ceiling; not so far I could see the mans' and ladies' rooms, and further in the hall a room; a big sign above its door saying "Main Control Room". It could have only been less obvious if there was a neon lit, big red arrow pointing at it.
I entered the corridor and marched towards the control room. There was no one in the corridor and I hoped that God would be kind enough to make it easy. It seems that God isn't a very nice guy, because just as I finished my wish the mans' room opened. Out came a familiar black figure with a sword strapped to its back. "Calmdown.Justwalkforwardandwave.Hemightnotrecognizeme,"I tried to reassure myself. Slowly, trying to look as normal as I could (not so easy wearing a tux while also holding two guns) I walked waving as I did. And it almost worked. I passed right in front of him and said, "Hey," only to hear the sound of his sword being drawn. "Shit," I muttered as I turned backwards. I brought my new guns up to block his strike.
His sword had cut down half of my left gun's barrel. Before being stopped I tried to use the other one but he made another strike, while shouting, " I am strong like the mountain." If I weren't in a life or death situation, or had a death wish, I would have made a comment about his falsetto voice, but as it was I had to react. I blocked another strike with the lower part of the damaged gun. I looked for a way to finish this fight quickly. I had no time, I wasn't used to guns and he was freaking powerful. Looking up I found my answer.
"I am swift like the wind," shouted the black manes as he trusted his sword at me yet again. I blocked with the barrel of the yet to be harmed gun (the other was a sick joke of what it once was). I rolled backwards dodging his next strike, which was aimed for my head. I opened the gun's cap and aimed upward. The Ninja charged forward while shouting. I started my plan as he shouted, "I..." I pressed the trigger of my gun, "am..." the bullet connected with the chain that held the nearest lamp hung to the ceiling "Vang..." the rest of his shout was muffled by the crunch his face made as the metal cased lamp slammed into his face.
The man fell backwards causing a mini earthquake as he landed. I lifted my gun to my face and saw that this one was like its brother out of commission. I threw both to the side of the corridor and lifted the Ninja's sword. I turned and made a V shape with my fingers whispering, "I win," in Japanese (actually two of the only words I learned in my stay. The others that I had had use for are "where", "is", "the" and "restrooms").
I continued forward to the main control room ready to face the smurf head on. I jump kicked the door open, and dropped in a slide up to a stop.
The room had three walls and a window. The far wall was a house to many monitors. All but one showed the figures of 'not so' little Diablos flying in the skies of major cities. One didn't, it had a very familiar picture: Kim in her prom dress dancing to the sound of unheard music. I didn't know how Drakken could monitor the prom but I sure hoped he didn't monitor me (if he did I just stepped to the biggest trap ever).
Moving my focus to the rest of the room I noticed there were other, more pressing matters then Drakken monitoring Kim: Drakken, Shego and 20 henchmen to name a few.
I poised 'my' sword and wore the grin I had on my face as I interrogated the goon from before. The henchmen rose from the seats and started reaching for their guns. I threw my sword at the nearest one and as he fell backwards. I did a power slide on the floor towards him.
The other henchmen were frozen, surprised with my brutality. Pressing the advantage, I drew the fallen man's gun and opened the cap. I rose up my sword in my left hand and the gun in my right. I spun around and shot down five goons while drawing my sword from the body. The rest came out of their shocked state and were already pulling their weapons when Drakken shouted, "Don't shoot!" I and his remaining man looked at him, puzzled. The stars he got must have made him nervous because he started fiddling with his collar. "You'll hurt the equipment," he explained his voice trembling. I silently thought to myself, "DamnheregoesplanA,"(I was hoping to have the henchmen do the destruction needed to save the day) As I dropped my new and now empty gun.
"SHEGO!" Drakken shouted again. And just like that she was on the attack. The green villainess charged at me, hands flaming with color matching plasma. I blocked her right punch with my sword. I could probably cut her but years of seeing her healing from cuts and bruises in a matter of seconds told me it will be of no use. Although I was successful in blocking her right, her left hand landed squarely in my guts the plasma slowly burning my tux.
I gasped for air as she asked, "So buffoon, Kimmie ditched you for pretty boy and you came alone?"
"No, I needed to blow off some pent up steam. No need to ruin Kim's prom. I can kick your ass all by myself."
Her plasma started melting my sword. Before she got through I kicked the sword at her, and lunching me into a somersault. The weakened sword broke in half, one half flew above her outstretched fist while the other came close to stabbing her at the chest forcing her to dodge backwards."Still sure you can do this now? Your toy is gone"she asked with her usual smirk on her face.
"Sure I can." I said in mid air, I landed on a console and lunched myself at her. As I did a faint blue aura spread its way around my body. I tried to punch her but she blocked with her left hand. I blocked her right the same way. By now the blue aura had completely engulfed me. I felt stronger than ever. A rush that I had never felt before swept my body. "Well that's new," she said with a bit of amazement and a hint of fear in her usually sarcastic voice (probably from Zorpox, the blue dude did hint she might be his sharks next meal). As we sized each other, neither letting go as we fought for position, curiosity must have taken over because she asked "Does princess know of this?"
"Hey, this thing is new for me. You think that if I could use this blue lighty thingy at will I would, right?" With that I went into action. I needed to end this (I also needed a chance to get my shirt off before the next a bit southern piece of clothing will catch on fire, I am less then cool with my pants falling, but burning... I am quiet found of being a guy right no), I got into action: spinning both my hands I flung her into the air. While she was air born I kicked with all my might sending her straight through the biggest monitor in the room, said monitor was currently showing a Diablo nearing the Eiffel tower. Electricity sparked around her as she crashed and slowly fell to the floor. One green chick down, one blue scientist to go.
I thought it was over, that I won (well I did took the best fighter on their team out). The blue aura faded away as quickly as it came. I turned around only to have two of Drakken's guys jump at me, they caught each of my hands locking me down on my knees. Drakken slowly came down from his leveraged position. "Well done, buffoon, well done," he said as he mockingly clapped his hand. "I thought my assassin would be enough to stop 'Team Possible' from interfering but you have out done your usual worth," he continued as he came closer and closer.
"Assassin? What assassin? Who is it?"I asked, I was squirming but my two captures weren't letting go. I looked onto Kim's monitor as he talked again.
"But of course it's my dear son Eric. Believe me, their kiss at the end of the prom will be" he lifted his hands flexing his fingers" 'to die for'." To this day I hate air quotes.
I was flabbergasted. My jaw dropped in shock. The new guy, the man I set up for Kim, the guy that thought Naked moll rats were cool, was not only an assassin sent to kill KP, but also Drakken's son.
Drakken didn't notice the storm going inside my mind and kept talking "Now what do I do with you? Well, I can always send your body to my dear old friend James," he spat the name out. "Of course it'll be with my newest movie 'Kim Possible's Killer Date'." He stopped in front of me, his back to the window and made a gesture with his hand. My capture to the left reached to give him his gun. I used the chance to glance at my watch and smiled as a plan formed in my brain.
He took the gun and aimed it at my face. Grinning the maddest grin I ever saw on his face he asked, "So, buffoon, any last words? Want me to tell Kim you always loved her, etc?"
"No, I just have one question" I lifted my head, my gaze fixed to his eyes.
"Ask away" he saw no harm in one question.
"Is this window to the west?" I thought to my self "pleasesayyes...".
Dumbfounded, my question was so out of the blue that he answered, "Yes." He then proceeded to inquire, "Why?"
"Because if I were you, I'd duck in..." a blue star was shining in the distance its glow growing stronger "three..." the star got bigger and bigger, or rather closer and closer "two..." now it was visible that it wasn't a star but something small and shiny that came right at us in an unimaginable speed. "one..."
Sorry for the cliff anger but I just love them. I'll probably have more of those in my story and I promise to have at least one situation where someone will be hanging on a cliff. Unless some all powerful being will invent an item you can hang cliffs on. Then I'll have to put one of those in my story.
Moving on...Next episode will come shortly (I hope). I am still having a hard time on deciding Ron's future after the Diablo sitch ends so if you have any ideas I'll be glad to read them in your reviews.
