Notes: I took Ron's new name from the phrase 'non sequitur'. Here is the definition from Webster's Unabridged Dictionary, Second Edition: (-wi-), L., it does not follow. in logic, a conclusion or inference which does not follow from the premises. That is scribed exactly as it is written. I take that to mean the end result is not what it was thought to be, or something that does not follow the norm. In essence, that IS… Ron. Plus there is a comic in the Sunday Funnies that is called "non sequitur".

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Chapter 9

The four took turns shaking hands, and then all sat down at the table. Aaron sort of had a nervous look about him, Quinn had an air of confidence, and both Mr. and Mrs. Possible were looking at the two individuals they had just met with a slightly raised eyebrow.

Each of them had the same thought. I remember Quinn from the cemetery, but have never met this… Aaron. There is something about him though… that I just can't put my finger on…

Dr. Director began, speaking to the Possibles. "Well Doctors, I suppose you are wondering why you were asked to come here, and given such an offer. I'm sure you have many questions, so we may as well start.

Anne un-curled the journal she was holding in her hand, and bent it so that it would lie somewhat flat on the table. "This may be a stretch,and this is my only question, but would it have anything to do with this technology?"

Betty looked at the journal, and mumbled under her breath. "I had completely forgotten about that report." She then spoke louder. "You are very perceptive Dr. Possible. Actually yes, it is concerning that technology. You see… Doctor Leonard was working with an individual here when a terrible accident occurred and well, it sort of left us without an expert. Since there was no single person available to us, we thought, why not bring in the best minds concerning Electronics and Engineering (she nodded at James) and in Neural Biology." (She nodded at Anne)

"You said he was working with an individual?" James asked. "You mean there is someone who has the technology attached to them?"

"How did he resolve feedback issues?" Anne asked. "And what about rejection of the implants? Is there any synthetic muscle involved?"

Dr. Director just sat there smiling. She had no doubt that these two were exactly who they needed. After letting them finish with the rapid-fire questioning, Betty had one question for them. "All your questions will be answered very soon. But would you like to meet that person right now?"

"Yes, of course." They both said in unison.

"The two you see here with us," Betty started, "Quinn and Aaron, one has the Bionic arms, and the other does not. Can you tell them apart? Quinn? Aaron? Please, raise your arms so that Mr. and Mrs. Possible can examine you."

Both did as they were asked, but Kim's passive face was not showing the tremendous emotions that were going through her mind. I can't believe they're here! I can't show any recognition or anything with my face or body language! I want to hug them both so bad! Oh No! Is Mom going to… touch me?

Anne reached out to touch a finger on Quinn, but then pulled back. She then asked a question. "Turn your wrists back and forth for me, please? Both of you." Quinn and Aaron did as she asked, while both Possibles watched closely.

Anne continued with another question. "Now touch each finger to your thumb, and then reverse the direction, like this." She quickly demonstrated. "Please don't stop until I ask you to."

Quinn and Aaron did as they were asked again, but with different results. Quinn performed the task flawlessly, but Aaron had some trouble after the first couple of passes with his fingers. After about a minute, she told them to stop.

"Well?" Dr. Director asked, her eyebrows raised.

"It's Quinn." Both Anne and James said at the same time.

"Amazing!" Betty exclaimed. "How did you know just by those two tests?"

Anne answered immediately. "I thought it was Aaron at first, but then the finger test changed my mind. A normal person can't do that perfectly for a minute. They will have a few miss-cues here and there, like Aaron did. Quinn did it flawlessly."

"And only a machine can perform a menial task in such a manner." James finished.

…x x x x…

The large man in the black Blazer dialed a cell phone as he drove off from his stakeout point, and then spoke. "Yeah… it's me. I followed 'em like you said… No they didn't see me… Yes, I'm sure. I'm pretty sure they went into a complex operated by GJ. …Yeah, it's the one we found from the satellite surveillance just yesterday."

The man turned right at the next stoplight, and then spoke again. … "Are you sure? Will they let me just… pick both of them up? … OK, I gotcha. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

The Blazer suddenly made a U-turn in the middle of the street, causing two other cars to honk their horns, and the drivers to yell a few cuss words. He didn't care. He had to get to Middleton High School and pick up the only twins that attended school there.

…x x x x…

"May I… touch your hand?" James asked of Quinn, who nodded her head slowly and said 'Yes'.

"It's… cold…?" he said out loud. But something seems oddly familiar about her hand.

"That's one of the issues that have come up lately with the Bionics." Betty replied to his query. "I think it has something to do with a PLC. (Programmable Logic Controller)

"Hmmm…" James muttered, and turned the hand over in his again. It was then he noticed a small mole on the inside of one of her fingers. No way. It has to be just coincidence… But Kimberly had a mole in the exact same place!

Quinn pulled her hand away and put it in her lap, where Aaron took it in his own and the two smiled at each other. The smile was not lost on Anne, as she thought something looked oddly familiar with the way these two were looking at each other. I'll have to talk to James about that later.

A light rapping noise was heard on the door and Dr. Director answered. "Come in."

A short man with light brown hair entered the room, and whispered something in Betty's ear. Her reaction caught everyone's attention. "No…"

"Betty?" Quinn asked, worry etched on her face. "What has happened?"

…x x x x…

"Will Jim and Tim Possible please come to the principles office immediately?" The intercom sizzled and then turned off.

'So what have the "Posi-twins done now?" A nameless student mentioned offhandedly.

"Shut up." Both said at the same time, addressing the boy who had spoke, causing him to sink back into his desk.

Jim and Tim walked sullenly towards the Principles office, heads hung low. Did Barkin find out who it was that deleted all references to Brussel Sprouts from the schools lunchroom computer?

As the twins walked in to the open door, they noticed Barkin sitting at the desk. "Yes, it's me." Barkin said when he saw the twin's reaction to his presence on their faces. "I'm standing in this week temporarily until we find a new Principle. Again."

They looked over at a large man standing off to the side of Barkin's desk. "This is Mr. Hom. He is an attaché from GJ. He would like you to go with him."

"Why didn't Wade contact us…" Jim started.

"…with our Kimmunicators?" Tim finished the sentence.

"Wade is having trouble with his cryptic software", Mr. Hom replied, "and he didn't feel comfortable sending you a message. In fact, he wanted me to get your communication devices from you so that they wouldn't be accidentally turned on."

Jim and Tim looked at each other, feeling that something was not right. They couldn't fight this guy in Mr. Barkin's office, and according to him, this guy was an official GJ employee. It was all darned peculiar. After their pause, both Jim and Tim took the Kimmunicators out of their pockets and slowly placed them in the large meaty palm of Mr. Hom.

"Thank-you boys. Now let's go. GJ will be waiting for us." Jim and Tim walked out first with Mr. Hom right behind them. He led them to the Blazer, opened the door, and told them to get in.

"Wait a minute." Jim said.

"Can we see your credentials?" Tim continued. "Mr. Barkin would have asked you for them…"

"… so we would like to see them too." Jim finished.

"Sure boys." Mr. Hom said, and reached into his jacket. In the blink of an eye he pulled out a small item that looked like a transmitter to open a car door, but instead a stream of gas hit them both in the face, knocking both immediately unconscious. He tossed both in the back seat, went around the other side, got in, and quickly drove off.

Mr. Barkin prided himself on his senses, and intuition. For some reason he was a bit off today though, maybe because he was fighting off a cold with that terrible-tasting green stuff, and his head was a bit clouded. It wasn't until he heard the screech of tires that he realized that the suit this Mr. Hom wore was not standard issue for GJ. The ID badge looked real enough, but that could easily be copied. Running out of the front doors of the school, the last thing he saw was the back end of a black Blazer speeding around the far corner and head North from the school.

"Cheese and Crackers! I better call GJ! We just had a kidnapping… and on MY watch! Damn cold…" Mr. Barkin ran back inside the school and called his contact at GJ to tell them what had just happened.

…x x x x…

"We can't just sit here!" James Possible said after hearing that his twin boys had been kidnapped.

"I'm sorry James… Anne…" Dr. Director said. "We can't let either of you leave the facility. Let us take care of the situation. Follow me to a lounge area and we will send out best people out to get Jim and Tim back."

"Who are you sending?" Mrs. Possible said, worry showing in her eyes, and clutching onto her husband's hands.

"The right people for the job." She said quietly, and opened a door that led into the cafeteria/lounge area of the complex. Neither of Possibles noticed that Quinn nor Aaron was with them anymore. They were too distraught over their boys being kidnapped.

…x x x x…

"Kim…" Ron said as they drove to the High School in Kim's Mustang. "We don't have the advantage of Wade. How are we going to figure out where they've been taken?"

"The old fashioned way." Kim said, and pulled into the school's parking lot. "Well, MY old fashioned way."

The conversation with Mr. Barkin was short, but at least they got a good description of the man that took Jim and Tim, and a basic description of the vehicle he drove.

Kim and Ron walked to the area where the Blazer had been parked, and Kim started to stare at the ground. "What are you doing Kim?"

"I'm taking a detailed scan of the tire tracks the vehicle left with my bionic eye. Maybe we can follow the them."

"You can do that? Wow! It would be so cool to have bionics."

After a few more minutes, Kim was able to configure her eye to identify and follow the unique tracks the vehicle left. The off-road tires ended up having a certain element in the rubber that was easily identifiable, and if left a perfect trail for her to follow.

"Ron? Have you driven a stick shift before? I'd like you to drive while I watch the trail, and I'll tell you which way to go.

"My Dad showed me quite a while ago, but I think I can remember." After killing the engine once, Ron finally got the car moving, and eventually got the feel for the short-throw in the gearbox.

While Ron drove, Kim was watching the road with her eye, and would tell Ron when to turn. After getting comfortable with what she was doing, Kim asked a question. "Ron…?"

"Yeah Kim?"

"Everyone that has touched my hands have told me how cold they feel. Why didn't you ever say anything to me?"

"Well… I didn't wasn't to hurt your feelings, Kim. I mean, I didn't want to sound like I was saying you were an ice queen, or anything like that, because you're not. Your hands may be cold, but a fire burns in your heart. I can feel it."

"Oh Ron… that's so sweet." She took her eyes off the road just long enough to quickly give Ron a kiss on the cheek, which elicited a goofy grin on his face.When she looked back to continue following the tracks, she saw it suddenly turn towards an old abandoned warehouse. "Turn here Ron!"

He quickly guided the sports car into the parking lot, and parked by the main door. "This looks like it could be a trap Kim."

"It is, and call me Quinn now. This mission has now officially started, and we should call each other by our alias. That way if anyone overhears us, they won't hear our real names."

"Gotcha… Quinn." Aaron said with a smile. This is SO cool…

The two got out of the car and walked up to the door, noticing it had a padlock. Kim reached over, placed her fingers on the hasp, and the body of the lock, and squeezed her fingers together, snapping it in two.

"Who needs keys…" Aaron said just loud enough for Quinn to hear, who smiled a little at his comment.

"shh…" Quinn said and walked slowly into the semi-dark warehouse. Immediately her bionic eye went in to night vision mode, and she was able to see everything. She saw the heat emanating from the engine of the Blazer that was parked off to the side, and then she could see the fading heat of a pair of footprints. Either this guy weighed quite a bit, or he was carrying something heavy.

Most likely from carrying my brothers. Quinn thought bitterly, and tapped Aaron on the shoulder, motioning him to follow her. The footsteps went through another closed door to what looked like a small office.

Just as she lay her hand on the doorknob lights came on, and a voice came from speakers located in the rafters of the building. It seemed to be coming from everywhere.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" The voice said.

"We are representatives from GJ," Quinn said, "And we know that you have kidnapped twin boys from Midleton High School. Let them go, and we will tell the judge to be lenient with your sentence."

"Tough words for such a small girl. But we cannot let them go just yet. You see we are in need of some information, and they are our insurance that we get the info that we want. Question number one. Are you Quinn Probable?"

She answered with silence.

"Question number two. Did you know a Doctor Eugene Leonard, noted scientist of Bionics?"

Again, silence.

"Question number three, and the last one… What does GJ know about anti-matter?"

While the strange voice was speaking, Kim and Ron were trying to find the source. It wasn't too hard, as the room he was in was about half way up the wall, in an observation booth that was enclosed by glass.

Now this looks familiar. Quinn thought as the setup looked sort of like her training facility.

"Since you have not answered my questions…"

"Where are the Possible twins?" Quinn finally said, answering the man with a question of her own.

"Oh… they are… close. But since you have not given me the answers I wanted, you will be taken care of. Bots! Advance!"

Almost immediately, 6 sets of red eyes opened (or were they turned on?), that were located in a darkened area of the warehouse. The main thing that concerned our young heroes, were that the eyes were about 10 feet from the floor!

The floor shook as footsteps stomped in unison with each other, and 6 ten-foot tall Bebe robots emerged from the darkness. Before either teen hero could react, the Bots had encircled them, cutting off any avenue of escape.

Quinn dropped in to a fighters stance, and so did Aaron, but he was crouched a bit lower.

Speaking out the side of his mouth, Aaron had one thing to say. "Quinn… that would be so cool if it wasn't the last thing we were about to see."

To be continued…

Yup, cliffie time. The chap was getting a bit long for me, so I decided to stop here. This way I can concentrate on the next one… Please keep the R and R coming!