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"Thanks for the lift, Dr. Porter."
"No problem, Kim," said Vivian.
"I just wanted to tell you good luck; we're all counting on you," added Vyvyan. Kim, Ron, Bonnie and Rufus got out of the van and found the Tweebs with the Roth SL Coupe in the garage. They appeared to have just finished their restoration.
"Take it easy there for a little while, the armor isn't quite set yet. Don't get shot with depleted uranium rounds for the next hour." Jim was giving out last-minute instructions regarding his and his brother's handiwork.
"I think we can handle that, can't we, Bonnie?" Bonnie looked at Kim liked she had just asked her why the chicken crossed the road.
"I assume that's a yes. Bonnie? Bonnie?" Ron was unable to get a response from Miss Rockwaller, so that left one more member of Team Possible. "Okay, Rufus. Do your thing." Ron took Rufus out of his pocket, snuck behind Bonnie, and dropped him down the back of Bonnie's top. Now that got her attention.
"AAAUGH! WHAT'S THAT IN THERE?!?" shrieked Bonnie. Whatever it was popped out the other side through the only real opening.
"Hello!" chirped Rufus. When Bonnie realized what was going on, she turned to Ron, and she was not amused.
"DAMMIT RON! IF YOU CAN'T KEEP THAT LITTLE PINK THING UNDER CONTROL..." Bonnie's tirade trailed off as she lunged toward Rufus, who had shot through the gap and dashed off. In her attempt to catch him, she ran chest-first into the Tweebs. As she got up, her face had turned a deep vermillion as a result of a combination of anger and embarrassment, especially considering the view she ended up giving Jim and Tim.
"We'll be here..." said Tim.
"...if you have any questions." Jim finished their sentence. Kim couldn't help but notice that their voices seemed to have dropped a bit from just a few minutes ago.
"This had better be the last hazing incident," Bonnie spat at Kim and Ron, but mostly both of them. "Next time..."
"Bonnie, I guess that was a bit over the top," said Kim, "and there won't be a next time. Will there, Ron?" She put a good deal of force into the last word of that statement, then turned back to Bonnie. "Just looking for something to get your head into the game, that's all."
"Next time, try something that doesn't involve vermin." Rufus heard this and blew a raspberry at Bonnie.
"Let's roll." Kim got into the Sloth and the others soon followed.
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They were still in Middleton when Wade called up Kim on the Sloth's system.
"Go Wade."
"Bad news. I picked up a transmission from the Canaries. Motor Ed moved up the sound check."
"How exactly is that bad news?" asked Ron.
"The Sloth won't make it there in time. You're going to need a faster ride."
"Faster than rockets?"
"Keep in mind that the Sloth can only maintain top speed for about three hours. By my calculations, that leaves you here." Wade pulled a map of the North Atlantic with an X about midway between Bermuda and the Azores. "Did I mention you'd be out of gas?"
"So, how are we going to get there in time?"
"There's a secret Global Justice airstrip about an hour northeast of where you are. They are testing a supersonic long-range cargo plane."
"Hmm, that sounds very coincidental," thought and said Bonnie.
"I'll arrange to have you shipped on that plane." Wade opened up another line of communication.
"Please and thank you," said Kim.
"So, these people don't trust you enough to let you pack heat, but you're entrusting them with your car, your life, and most importantly, me?!?" Kim was taken aback by Bonnie's outburst. However, like most things on which she and Bonnie had opinions, Kim had a different perspective. She also really understood why she wasn't armed...yet.
"First of all, Global Justice won't authorize anyone under 18 to carry. Now that I am eighteen, Dad wants me to have a talk with Dr. Director about either arming myself, or the Sloth..."
"Where they'll probably talk at you like you're incapable of...anything," Bonnie interrupted.
"Forget it, Bonnie! You're out of your element! I don't try to lecture you about ballet, or gold-digging."
"Geez, sounds like someone is waiting for a visitor," snarked Bonnie.
"Say what...oh, too much information." Ron wished he had stopped paying attention to his girlfriend and her rival about thirty seconds before he actually did.
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"Rufus and I are going off in search of snackage. Either of you want anything?" Ron got up and began to head in the general direction of the cockpit of the plane.
"NO!"
"No, but thanks anyway."
As Ron and Rufus headed off on their odyssey, Kim took this opportunity to go one-on-one with Bonnie. "So, why the change of heart?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"During high school, you wouldn't be caught dead doing anything for me."
"Hello! All those years when I graciously let you be atop the pyramid and be captain of the cheerleading squad despite my clear superiority in, like, everything? Does that ring a bell?" Kim had no response to this, because there is no way to respond to such a statement. She had no particular desire to retaliate physically either; she was so not in the mood for the sheer volume of paperwork that would involve, so she let Bonnie's audacious words slide.
"I mean, now. You've never been a part of my missions voluntarily, and, for the most part, when you have worked with me on such things, as much as it pains me to say it, you've really come through when Ron and I needed you to." Bonnie mulled Kim's words over for a second.
"You really think I want to help you? You think that's why I'm doing this? Whoa, dumber than advertised. I'm in this for one person, and it is not you. I was set for life, and that no-talent ass-clown dumps me so that he could travel the world caterwauling songs about things he knows jack squat about. What better way to get back at him and his father than to join the people who get sent to stop him?"
"So you're really into this just to spite the Seniors?"
"Pretty much. And as long as I'm here, we're going start doing more things my way."
"Well, here's the problem. When I get sent to stop a gearhead from possibly causing half of an island to fall into the ocean, I'm in charge. That means we are doing things my way." Bonnie thought things over for a second, then summed up her feelings on the matter.
"Whatever." Just then, Ron and Rufus returned from their mission empty-handed.
"Apparently the pilot had an issue with us eating their food. He was all 'Those are for Global Justice agents only' and I'm like, 'Does it have your name on it,' and..." Kim tired of his kvetching and shut him up in a way that only she was allowed to use. After a good ten seconds, Bonnie appeared to be turning a greener shade of pale. Kim and Ron were only stopped as the plane began to shake violently much as it had earlier on in the flight.
"What's going on here?" asked Bonnie angrily. Her answer came over the Kimmunicator.
"You're about fifty miles away," said Wade. "The plane is descending down to around 10,000 feet, where they will be dropping you. They just went below Mach 1, so things should be a little shaky up there."
"Thanks for the warning, Wade." Kim and company strapped themselves back into the Sloth. Kim then started the main engine and carefully backed out of the cargo bay of the plane. The highly-modified lemon began to tumble earthward. Kim mashed a button to deploy the parachutes, but nothing happened.
"Um, KP, wasn't that button supposed to do something?"
"Yes it was. Going with Plan B." Bonnie muttered something underneath her breath about her gratitude for Plan B. In this case Plan B meant fire the rockets and hope you regain control before you hit the ground and/or water. Within ten seconds of leaving the plane, which had re-ascended and re-broken the sound barrier, the Sloth was in a controlled descent, gradually decelerating to the point at which it would be safe to go back into the water. Soon the car began to skip across the water, finally slowing down enough for Kim to take the car beneath the waves. La Palma was in sight, and within about a half-hour, they drove up on a secluded portion of the shore.
"Now, according to the maps Wade sent us, the amplifiers are set all along this ridge." Kim traced along a line on the southern half of the island. "They are all connected to a central soundboard which should be somewhere in here." Kim point to a remote spot. "The problem is, it's going to be hard for us to sneak in without someone seeing us. Also, Wade couldn't get a precise fix on its location, so it's probably underground."
"But it wouldn't be hard for...that thing to get in there." Bonnie pointed at Ron's pocket.
"A good idea for once we get up there, but you have to keep in mind that one mile for us is at least ten for him."
"And me," added Ron.
"No, you probably just make it feel like ten. Am I right, K?"
"Um..." Kim glanced towards Ron. Bonnie was right to an extent, but Kim didn't want to admit it.
They began to make their way up the ridge. Kim led the way, with Bonnie and Ron lagging behind but remaining within sight of her. About halfway up the ridge, Kim stopped to let the others catch up with her.
"If I'm going to be doing this again, I'm going to need some sort of mission outfit," said Bonnie, trying to wring the sweat out of her top, which had become translucent in places. As she did this, Kim made sure to position herself between her high school rival and her boyfriend, lest he get any ideas. Ron had not succumbed to temptation voluntarily, but she wanted to reduce his opportunities as much as possible. "Glad I wasn't wearing anything nice today." They continued up the ridge, crossing a number of roads as they approached the crest.
"Couldn't we have driven up here instead?" whined Ron. "I think I'm starting to get some major league blisterage."
"I'm not particularly inclined to listen to Stoppable's whining, especially when he doesn't use real words, but Loser does have a point," said Bonnie.
"Wade! We're near the top and we haven't seen any sign of Motor Ed or Edstock. Are you sure about this?"
"The amplifiers are just on the other side of the ridge. From there, you should be able to trace your way to the stage and the soundboard. If you need Global Justice, just hit the blinking button on the Kimmunicator."
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"This is going to be the greatest concert of all-time. Seriously, it'll rock something fierce." Motor Ed was taking after his cousin Drew, gloating to no one in particular. "With the electron magneto accelerator, we'll be able to be heard on the whole island and a few miles out to sea, too. Hmm, we're going to need more video screens."
"The only thing you'll need is to be fitted for your prison oranges." Kim had snuck without anyone working on the setup noticing.
"Hey Red! You got those backstage passes I sent you. And you did a good job picking who to give the other one to, seriously."
"Even though you're, you know, a bad guy, at least you have some good judgment," said Ron.
"Not you, dude. Dudes do not get backstage passes, seriously. I was talking about Dangerous Curves Ahead over there," Motor Ed said as he pointed to Bonnie.
"Excuse me?!?" Bonnie rarely regretted having a perfect body, but this was one of the few occasions when she did.
"But we're just about to do the sound check right now. None of the bands are here yet, so unless you just want to have fun with some of the roadies, come back later."
"You will be doing no such thing," Kim replied. "Bonnie, you follow the cables that way. Ron, you follow the cables the other way. Rufus, start chewing through things. I'll deal with squirrel head here.
"Whoa, wait a sec? Since when is it illegal to have the most rockingest event in the history of Western civilization, seriously?" Motor Ed accompanied this inquiry with an air guitar solo.
"Since you stole the electron magneto accelerator and decided on a setup that could wipe out the whole East Coast." Motor Ed paused for a second.
"You think I'm just doing this just for the sake of rock? You think I don't know that I could trigger a mega-tsunami? I thought you were the brains of the operation, seriously."
"So, why are you doing this?"
"Because I've been banned from every casino in Atlantic City?"
"Why? Were you trying to trick out the slot machines?
"Um, no. They said I was cheating at blackjack. Counting cards is not cheating, seriously!"
"Well then, why go to all this trouble?"
"First of all, no one would expect me to do this, and second, I've got a sound check in five, so you can take a ride."
"What?" Before Kim could ask Motor Ed what he meant, she found herself hurtling towards a smoking vent. While she and Motor Ed were talking, one of his hench-roadies had apparently attached some sort of propulsion system to her shoes.
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"Now, if I were an electron magneto accelerator, where would I be? Hmm, I wonder if Kim or Bonnie found anything?" Ron found himself a good distance from anyone or anything except for a couple of speakers and the cables connecting them. Coming up to the next speaker in line, he though he should probably disconnect some of the cables. Just as he unplugged an important-looking cable, a siren blared from somewhere nearby. Shortly thereafter, a henchman appeared, and he was not happy. Ron thought quickly. "Um, I'll just plug this back..." A blow to the head kept him from completing his thoughts and actions.
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"What have I gotten myself into?" thought Bonnie. Although she was exhausted, dirty and sweaty, she had followed the cables into a cave and thus had gotten a little relief from the heat. "Once again, it looks like I'll be the one doing the actual saving of the day. And once again, Miss Perfect will be the one who gets all the credit." She shined her iPhony deeper into the cave and spotted what everyone had been looking for. As she disconnected the electron magneto accelerator from the mixing board, she noticed an unusual smell in the air, then fell to the ground. A few minutes later, Motor Ed re-attached the device.
"It's a good think we reverse engineered Red's knockout gas, seriously."
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A/N: And we've come to a good stopping point, don't you think? I once again thank everyone who takes the time to read and review this. I've got a general idea about how things will end up, but the specifics are unknown even to me.