Well, here we go again. I have a couple questions for y'all at the end of this, so please read and answer if ya want. Another big THANK-YOU going out to all the readers of this story!

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Disclaimer: Ugh! Do I have to? I'm sure y'all know by now I do not own any of the charaters involved...

Chapter 13

"Are you sure about this, Dr. Director?" Ron asked looking a little nervous. He was sitting behind Dr. Director's desk, wearing an official GJ jacket, the insignia identifying him as a Commander.

"I believe this to be the only way. Someone may interrupt the signal, and I don't want anyone's cover blown. Now just stay calm, and remember that your name is still Aaron Sequitur. Read the script in your hands, and try not to be too nervous."

"Think of it as a play, Ron." Kim suggested. "Remember when you fooled Team Impossible into believing you were a rich guy?"

"Oh yeah." Ron said, scratching at the fake beard that Betty had glued to his face again. "Should I use that accent again?"

"No, there's no need for that." Betty said. "The microphone in front of you has voice-changing technology, and it will change your voice so it will not be recognized."

"Cool…" Ron said and went to touch some of the buttons on the microphone.

"Please Ronald…" Dr. Director said, placing a hand on his. "Don't mess with the microphone."

Ron put his hands down to his side with a mollified look on his face.

"Are you ready?" Dr. Director asked, and Ron nodded his head. "Transmitting in 5… 4… 3…"

She finished the two and one with her fingers, and pointed at Aaron when the transmission was initiated.

"Wade Load… Mr. Wade Load. Are you out there? This is Commander Aaron Sequitur of Global Justice. Please pick up this signal…"

He waited a few seconds watching the large monitor on the desk in front of him. Kim and Dr. Director stood behind the monitor, so they could coach Ron if they needed to. The video pickup was only aimed at Ron.

Dr. Director mouthed the word 'Again'. "I repeat, this is Commander Aaron Sequitur of Global Justice looking for…"

"This is Wade." A voice crackled through the speakers sitting by the monitor. "Wait a sec while I clean up the audio, and initialize the video feed. You're on a wave band that is hardly ever used, so I need to fine tune."

The monitor flickered, and wavered a bit, and then slowly the snow gave way to a picture of Wade Load. "Got it. Sorry about that Commander… I'm sorry, what was your name again?"

"Aaron Sequitur."

"Yes, Commander Sequitur. Now what can I help you with?"

"We are in need of some of your… unique skills. They seem to reflect level 8 proficiency, and that is higher than anyone else in our organization.

"Ohhh Kayyy…"

"Now I'm sure that you're aware that I'm a Commander in Global Justice. It is imperative that we actually find Ron. Please do not contact anyone else, as I'm aware of your connections. The world will be a better place, alive and kicking. It's a bad situation we are in, trust no one. There have been forces trying to separate us. You realize I'm trying to mark the end?"

Huh…? Wade thought, and then realized that this Commander was speaking in code. "One moment please."

It took Wade just a couple seconds to go over that statement the Commander had just said, and he almost dropped his jaw onto his desk when he figured it out.

This is huge! Wade thought. "Message received commander. Do you have a way to announce your intentions?" He was trying his best to respond in code, and in a way that they would understand.

There was a pause, and then the Commander responded. "Are you aware of the rock group 'Ultimate Housing Fanatics'?"

"Yes." Wade said, understanding immediately.

"They sing a song about losing their hair, originally done by 'The Red Coats'. I've heard that the lead singer is 8 years older than he appears. It has been confirmed by their bouncer."

"Thanks." Wade replied. "I'll check them out tonight. Good-bye, commander."

…x x x x…

Big Daddy strode into the nearby secret communications room that his partner had funded, and asked for a report.

"Nothing yet, sir. The computers haven't detected any transmission containing the key words you suggested."

"Good. That means no one is on to us. Yet. Something tells me we've forgotten something…" He paused, thinking. "No matter. It will come to me later if it's important enough. Carry on."

The Comm. Tech. continued to scan all radio transmissions, both analog and digital, assuming that they would be the only means of communication GJ would use. There was one older form of communication that no one had even thought of being utilized, as it had been… what? 50 years since it had been used extensively?

…x x x x…

That evening, Dr. Director, Quinn, and Ron were waiting patiently in Betty's office watching the communications screen. Wade said he would contact them that evening on the frequency that Ron had given him through code.

At approximately 19:30 hours (That's 7:30 pm), the screen began to waver, and the speakers began to crackle as a signal was making contact. Finally the picture coalesced, and Wade's voice could clearly be heard. A few wavy lines affected the picture a little, but otherwise it was perfectly clear.

"Do you realize what a pain in the butt it is to use this old-style carrier wave?" Were the first words Wade said, and Dr. Director just stared at him. "Oops, sorry. Hello Dr. Director, how are you?"

"I apologize for the inconvenience Mr. Load, but I doubt very much anyone would be searching this frequency in an attempt to intercept the transmission."

"Yeah… Dinosaur technology." Wade said, and the picture fizzled a bit, but came right back into focus, but the wavy lines were still present. "See what I mean?"

"Be that as it may, Mr. Load, I think there is someone here that you might know." She motioned for Ron to come into view of the monitor and video pick-up. The fake goatee was removed, and he wore his trademark red hockey jersey.

"Hey Wade." Ron said, and gave a small wave.

"Ron! You don't know how happy I am to see you! I just KNEW that you weren't dead. Don't ask me how, but I just knew. Do your parent's know yet?"

"Not yet." Ron answered. "Doctor Director here doesn't think it's time to let the world know I'm alive."

"Are you really a Commander in GJ?" Wade took a swig of his Slurpster.

"No. That was just part of the cover when we sent the coded messages. Wade?" Ron wanted to get his full attention for what he was about to do.

"Yeah Ron?"

"There's someone I'd like you to meet."

Ron waved at Quinn, beckoning her to come in front of the video pickup. "I AM currently working with GJ, and I have a partner. This is Quinn Probable. Quinn, this is Wade."

The two exchanged "Hello's", and all three noticed Wade become very curious as soon as he met Quinn.

"I know…" Ron said. "She does look a little like Kim, but believe me, it's not. I really wish it was though."

"I'm so sorry Ron. I miss her too. Kim was such a good friend."

Quinn struggled mightily, trying very hard to not let herself cry. She had to keep her composure, and be Quinn Probable.

Damnit! She thought. Why is Betty putting me through this? My friends, my family… I want to tell them ALL that I'm alive! But I can't. At least not yet.

Dr. Director spoke next. "Mr. Load, we need your help with something. I'm sending you a burst communication that contains a symbol, and what we think we have figured out. We need your expertise in finding out more information without any flags being raised."

She hit a few keys on the keyboard in front of her, and Wade saw it arrive on a different monitor. He turned and typed on another keyboard, opening the compressed file that contained the information.

"Hmm…" He said. " 'P' and a 'B', huh? Something tells me the answer isn't in the States, so I'm going to start a search internationally. It may take a while, but I'll find out for you."

He paused. "It shouldn't take me more than 12 hours, maybe less. I'll call you back as soon as I find something. It was nice meeting you Miss Probable, and it's good to see you too Ron. Wade out."

With that, the screen went dark.

…x x x x…

At the same time of their communication, the two Dr. Possibles, with the aid of their genius sons, had finished projects that would greatly help Quinn and her bionics.

Anne was successful in reducing the liquid medicine to three caplets no larger than capsules of Acetaminophen. She had also started a secondary project of improving the interface between synthetic muscle and natural muscle. She figured it would increase Quinn's strength by about 10 percent when she was finished.

James had developed a secondary set of protocols for the bionics. If Quinn ever had another episode like she did earlier, her limbs would completely relax, and then a device of his own design could manually control them. It was a secondary controller that would allow basic movement of just the mechanical parts, which Quinn would control with her mind, excluding the synthetic muscle. It wouldn't be graceful movement by any means, but she could at least walk somewhere and get help.

He also had a secondary project, which involved a listening device that could be implanted in the palm ofQuinn's hand. All she would have to do is cup her hand around an ear, and by moving her hand she could amplify almost any sound and direct it into her own ear.

There was only one minor drawback. For some reason, hair would interfere with the amplification process. She would need to keep any hair from getting between her ear and her palm.

…x x x x…

That night, everyone had gone to bed at about the same time, but Ron woke up the next morning before anyone else. He silently went to Kim's door, and quietly knocked.

"Kim?" He whispered through the door. "Are you awake?"

When he didn't hear a response, Ron dropped a hand to the doorknob. The door hadn't been completely shut, so he gently pushed it open, the latch clicking as it snapped out. It was then that he thought he heard a muffled voice come from Kim's bedroom.

"Kim? Is that you?"

Ron walked to her bedroom door, and noticed it was almost shut, but open only about an inch. He pushed it open, and from what little light there was, he could see a fairly large lump on the bed. Squinting his eyes, he tried to get a better look as he walked up to the edge of the bed.

He thought he heard that muffled voice again, but a little louder. It either said "Ron", or "Run".

Then he noticed a large, dark figure standing off to the side of the bed.

"Who are you?" Ron demanded

The man didn't say a word, and pointed to the lump on the bed. Ron turned his head to look at what he was pointing at, and with a click the lights came on, illuminating a site he couldn't bear to look at. He buried his hands in his face and began to weep.

His girlfriend Kim Possible was lying on the bed with no arms or legs! Red stains were on the sheets near the stumps, and he had also noticed that her left eye was missing! She had a gag in her mouth and she could barely make a noise.

After covering his eyes for a few seconds and silently weeping, he turned towards the large man he had seen earlier. The man's face was still in shadow, so Ron couldn't tell who it was.

"What have you done to her!" Ron screamed.

"She wouldn't let me get my caviar." Was all the man said, and moved the lamp closer to himself, revealing his face.

"You…!" Was Ron's only response.

…x x x x…

Ron woke with a start, sweating bullets.

"Holy Crap!" He said. "I know who P B is!"

He quickly jumped in the shower and ran out of his door still drying his hair with a towel. In just a few seconds he was at Kim's door, knocking frantically.

"Come on in, it's open!" He heard Kim respond.

Ron entered speaking very fast. "Kim! I think I know who this P B is! It's…"

Ron didn't get to finish his sentence as he finally noticed that Kim wasn't alone. Dr. Director was sitting across from Kim at the kitchen table, a steaming cup of coffee sitting in front of them both.

Also sitting in the center of the table was what looked like a Kimmunicator lying down flat, its screen pointed upwards. Above the screen was a 3-D representation of Wade's face.

"I think I have too Ron." Came Wades voice from the device.

To be continued…

OK everyone… Who is P B? There is one HUGE clue…

Also… could anyone figure out the coded messages between Aaron and Wade in their first communication?

I also just realized that I haven't mentioned Rufus in a while. I'll try to bring him back in the next chapter. For now let's just assume he's been getting caught up on his sleep. Would that work?