"Cmon, get the girl already, we're growin old over here"

"Let me go! Let me go! You're gonna regret this, MOMMY, DADDY HELP!"

"JESSICA!", Ron awoke to find that he was still in his motel room. After he wiped away the sweat from his forehead he put his clothes on and hit the road again. He rode and rode until he decided to stop at a gas station in a small town. He went in and took a soda.

"$1.50", said the old cashier. Ron handed him the money and noticed a group of thugs across the street, "Man, America has turned into a real shithole. Let me tell you something, when I was a teenager, this was one of the best towns a person could live in, now look at it."

"I know what you mean" replied Ron

"I just wish I knew what happend, one minute, you got a happy smiling kid, the next he turns into a drug dealer" A little kid came by and the thugs started to rough him up

"Hey shouldn't we do something?"

"Why bother? Last time I tried anything with those punks, I wound up in a hospital bed for two weeks. These days I have keep my shotgun under the counter incase something happens. Besides, look they're leaving the kid alone."

"Who are those guys anyway?", asked Ron

"I don't know... the dead something"

Ron turned his head sharply, "The dead heads?"

"Yea thats them. Why you asking?"

"No reason"

Ron left the station, but instead followed the members. He followed them to the other side of town, to some old abandond fire house. Without them noticing, he followed them into their hideout. He concealed himself where the other's couldn't spot him, he was trying to figure out what was going on, it looked as of they were having some sort of a meeting. Then a man in a suit came up and stood infront of them.

"All right guys, i've got orders from the boss. Ron Stoppable is on his way to Chicago, app-" he was cut off by Ron coming into view.

"Apparently he discoverd where Grim is located and is going there to kick his sorry ass. Yes, gentlemen, it is I, Ron Stoppable. But if I may say sir, I didn't catch your name" he indicated towards the man in the suit.

"Name's Richards" the man extended his hand to Ron.

Ron took his hand, "Richards? Are you the Richards who impersinated an FBI agent and shot my wife in the back?"

"Well yes I am, how'd you know about that?"

"Long story"

"Well thats too bad, I would've loved to have heard it." He reached back and pulled a pistol on Ron. Ron grabbed the gun and put it to Richards' head while the other members pulled their guns out.

"Nobody try anything fancy, or your buddy gets a bullet in is head"

"Come on Stoppable, you won't kill me, we both know you don't have the guts"

"Im a man looking for my child, you really wanna test that?"

"All right fair enough, just tell me what you want, and we'll all be happy"

"Grim, where is he?"

"Look Stoppable, no one knows where he is, even I don't know and im one of his right hand men"

"One of his right hand men? Why would he send you to kill my wife? Why not one his many thugs or bikers?"

"Cause apparently this job was really important, and he wantd his best men on it"

"Important? Who the hell is this guy?"

"I don't even know that"

"Look someone has to know where he is, tell me or there's gonna be a brain stain on the wall"

"Ok, there is one guy who know's where he is"

"Who"

"...Sean Ryder"

"Sean Ryder? Where is he?"

"He's somewhere in Chicago right now"

"Well thank you, you've been a big help" Ron put the gun down and shot Richards on the leg "and that's for almost killing Kim"

Ron made a dash for the gas station with the memebers chasing him, but he was too fast for them and managed to get back on his bike and hit the road. He was going down the highway when his helmet started beeping. He answered it and Wade popped up

"Ron are you there?"

"Ya Wade, what's up"

"It's Kim, she's awake..."