Mom hey it's me again. yeah yeah I know i just called three minutes ago.

But I just thought I would ask one more time...

CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME OUT OF HERE ?!

~~Section IV~~

Past Grievances

Area: Unknown

Date: July 18, 2006

Time: 5:00 a.m.

The world has always been a bit of an enigma. Mysterious and almost impossible to understand, it's origin and the creatures that inhabited it. Some dislike secrets and only wish to find out the truth. For others, they provided a little excitement in everyday life. All in all secrets often seemed as though they existed to encourage on thing.

Curiosity.

And if it weren't for such a thing, organizations like Global Justice might not even exist.

And by association Will Du would be out of job.

So thank goodness for man's obnoxious obsession for sticking his nose in other peoples affairs.

Sometimes it felt that like that was literally all GJ agents were getting paid to do.

It wasn't even time for breakfast and Will was waiting around in a deadzone to collect more information. Information on someone who he didn't really know on a personal level. Didn't really care for. And most likely would never again speak to for the rest of his life.

Or at least he hoped he wouldn't.

The one thing Will could do without when it came to this job, was human interaction.

Some people were just too much.

"I never had you panned for the watching the sunrise type."

"Speaking of being too much." Will muttered.

The agent blinked at his words. "What was that?" She said.

"Nothing," Will replied. "And I'm not watching the sunrise. It's a little over five o'clock in in the morning. We won't be seeing the sun anytime soon."

"Is that right," The woman responded. "Sorry, my geography isn't what it used to be."

"This hardly counts as geography," Will said. "It's just basic knowledge."

"Maybe to people like you. But people like me don't know this stuff off the back of our hands."

"No," Will said. "Cause you'd rather be filing your head with trivial information.

"Close," The red headed girl replied. "but we'd rather fill our head with stuff we actually care about."

"And by 'stuff' you mean current boy bands and horrid romance movies being made from novels at the fourth grade reading level."

"Well we need something to pass the time as we wait for the next popular dance instruction song to come out. Lord knows we've just about bleed the viral video well dry."

Will was almost tempted to smirk at her. "Do you ever get tired of being shameless at your lack of brain activity Marla ?"

The red headed girl gave a large grin. "Not at all," She said. "When I got smart guys like you to be around. I don't have to use my brain for anything."

Will scoffed. Marla always did have an odd sense of humor. "So tell me. What do you have to report?"

"Well I infiltrated the hospital that was holding that Stoppable kid. And after twenty-fours of extensive research. The Global Justice infiltration objective has detected...absolutely nothing! Yeah us !"

Will scoffed at her. "I'm glad to see you are enjoying yourself Marla," He said. "But you were hired to do a specific job for a reason. And now you're telling me you really don't have anything at all to report?"

"Nothing of interest," Marla said. "Just your typical average stuff. Mission gone horribly wrong, large consequences to follow, yatti yatti yadda, patient should be dead." That caught Will's attention.

"You know," Marla spun around turning her back towards Will. "Pretty basic stuff."

If she was trying to get a reaction out of him. She would be sorely disappointed. Will's focus could never be broken.

"Dead?" He asked.

"Yes sir, Mr. tight belt belt. According to doctor Nathan he should not have survived such an encounter."

"Well, that is comforting thought. "

"Isn't it? Who doesn't love a good mystery every now and again ?"

"Is this all you have gathered?" Will asked. "What about the men who brought the patient in."

"Nothing on that end either. No one seems to have a strong idea of who the men were or where they came from. All I know is that when things went south at least five of them were able to show up to Possible's rescue a good half hour before we were."

"That shouldn't happen." Will said.

"No I guess it shouldn't." Marla replied.

So basically they were right back to square one. Which wasn't knowing anything.

"Nice way to spend the people's tax dollars though." Marla continued. "But if you don't mind Will, there's something I want to ask you."

"What is it?"

"Well, you had Global Justice agents trained in medical assistance infiltrate the hospital to keep an eye on Stoppable correct?"

"That is correct," Will said. "in my experience I find that people often try and take advantage of an enemies moment of weakness. However brief. Stoppable isn't a sought after man, in any category. However, he has still managed to anger a short list of very interesting and unstable people. If they are watching, I can't think of a better opportunity for them to move in on him, then this little scenario."

"Then why only use a few agents to watch over him? Why not replace the entire staff, it's not like our agency couldn't afford it."

"Tax dollars remember," Will said. "We don't need the government thinking that what we do is a waste of was hard enough convincing the Doctor Director not to invest billions into building an HQ that was capable of flight. For some reason, something that huge just screamed, 'Please shoot me down'. And I'd rather not have to go through the ordeal of constantly laying off hard working agents only to re-employ them once we rebuilt the compound."

Which would have been happening every other week, if comic books were a reliable source of reference.

"Oh I see," Marla said. " Like using a gun to kill a fly, no reason to overkill."

"More or less. And luckily our security is still airtight. No one will be able to get past our agents. And there's so system that can hack our database."

"Um…."

"Um," Will spoke in surprise. "Um, what?"

" I knew I forgot to tell you something," Marla slapped her hand against her head. "I don't know how to say this really but we had an unexpected visitor, the other day."

"What?"

"It was the oddest thing, one minute she was there and the next she was gone."

"Describe her, now."

"She's not from America," The agent spoke. putting her finger to her chin in thought. "That's for sure; if I had to guess I would swear she was from somewhere in Asia."

"Asia?"

"Yup, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear she was from Japan."

"Japan, "Will spoke in confusion. "Who would want to come all the way from Japan to see Stoppable?"

"That's what I would like to know. There isn't an extensive amount of information on any Super villains involving him. Let alone any that live in that part of the world. And it's the oddest thing to. She didn't just slip past us, she managed to bypass our security completely. Didn't even know she was in the hospital until we saw her starting to leave. She must have some sort of training background in stealth."

"Interesting," Will said. "Make sure to look into this. For now keep a low profile. And stick to the corners of the room. If you see her again, don't lose her. Make sure you find out everything you can about this girl. Assuming she's even a girl in the first place. And when you do get back to me. And don't forget this time."

Marla straightened her hand, and gave what seemed like a joking salute. "Yes Sir," She said. "I will contact you immediately in case any information is made known to me sir. In time you may be able to interact with this woman. Possibly even make a friend. It's no secret that you are long overdue for one at this point. After all she seems to be the only person who shares your interest in being completely unnecessary. Not to mention your uncanny talent of being so dull that you quite actually vanish to the public eye."

Will clamped his lips shut. He had no response for that. Instead he simply shot the girl an agitated glare before leaving the premise.

"I'll take your silence as you dismissing me." His back was turned to her, so he wasn't able to know for sure. But for some reason, Will could just feel the self satisfied smirk that was creeping up Agent Marla's face.

Area: Pride Residence

Date: July 18, 2006

Time: 3:45 p.m.

"Agent Will Du?"

' I can't believe I just said that with a straight face...'

The strange boy said nothing. He merely smiled at Bonnie's confusion.

"Who are you," Bonnie asked. "No wait, better question. What parent would be so cruel to name their own kid that?"

The boys eye's twitched slightly at her remark.

"Not good at paying attention are you?" he said in a demeaning tone, a smile evident on his face. "I cannot say I am surprised, you are a cheerleader after all."

Now it was Bonnie's turn to twitch.

'He did not just call me dumb '

"Excuse me," Tara said. "Do you have some kind of problem or something ?"

"Paying attention," he spoke. "It is a skill that I notice many people in high school are not very familiar with. Especially cheerleaders. They simply don't need to use their brain as much as others do."

"Okay, you're being really rude." Tara said. "Can you please just go away. We were actually having a nice day before you showed up."

Bonnie was never known for benevolence. She also cared very little for it. So for the time being, she was grateful that Tara was here. Otherwise this conversation might have gone in a completely different direction.

" Miss Pride I was speaking to your friend," He not only refused to acknowledge Tara's presence. His manner of speaking belittled her very presence. "And I assure you nothing is more rude then interrupting a conversation. I hope you can imply better form of house training in the future.

Tara's face was starting to turn red and her eyes shot wide open. This man was something else.

The brunettes eyes stared intently at the boy. He returned her looks with mere indifference. He didn't know who they were. And he didn't seem to care that much to learn. But none of that mattered.

It was one thing to pick a fight with her. But no one was going to speak to Tara that way.

"Listen you creep," Bonnie hissed. "I don't know who you think you are to talk to us like that. But its time for you to go."

For a brief second, Will's eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh," He said. "That's surprising. It appears you do have a pressure point outside of parental issues." An arrogant smirk found its way on Will's lips.

"What," Tara repeated. "What are you even talking about you weirdo? "

Tara was losing her patience. And truth be told Bonnie was not far off. And to think, she actually thought Stoppable was the most annoying thing in the world. This boy was on a completely different scale.

"I'd worry less about my pressure points and worry more about yours." Bonnie said in an annoyed tone.

Will's looked at her in slight surprise. "And why is that?" He asked.

"Because everyone has different emotional points," Bonnie said. "But luckily some of them are universal. Men especially have a very convenient weakness located closely below their belt." The brunette strode a few steps towards the boy until she was within spitting distance of him."And how unlucky for you," She whispered dangerously. "That your universal weakness is now well within range of my foot."

For the first time, Will's eyes widened in genuine surprise. Also quite possibly a little bit of shock. Clearly he didn't expect her to figure out what he meant so soon.

' Not as dumb as you think huh? '

"You are, very surprising aren't you?"

"Looks can be deceiving, " Bonnie confidently replied. "You really shouldn't generalize." She wasn't sure how she knew. But she could just feel the grin growing on Tara's face. She always did like seeing this side of her. "Now then," She said. "I think its time for you to go."

The boy took two steps back, and met Bonnie's eyes. His calm and calculating demeanor returning to him. He appeared to finally be on his way before hesitating mid stride. he turned towards Bonnie and Tara one last time.

"You'll be hearing from me ladies. Make no mistake." And with that, the mysterious stranger was finally on his way.

He resumed walking in quick and steady strides until he soon disappeared into the city of Upperton. The two girls stood in silence watching the path where the mysterious boy had walked, unable to speak or remotely comprehend what had just happened. "What the heck was that about!" Tara screamed, snapping Bonnie out of her thoughts.

"I don't know," the brunette said as she turned her head to Tara giving her a stern look." But he said we'd be hearing from him. So I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

"Well I think he's crazy," The blonde said, crossing her arms as if refusing to debate the matter. "We live in a city. We see crazy thing and people all the time. Heck, we live in Middleton, our definition of weird is enough to make Chicago seem like the east side of Mississippi. So I say we just forget this ever happened. Forget it, store it away to the deepest and darkest parts of our minds, and just pretend the past few minutes never even happened—

A loud vibration was heard from Tara's purse. She reached into her bag and pulled out her vibrating phone.

"Sorry," She said, slightly embarrassed. "My mom is messaging me, I'll just be a second"

Tara took a brief glance at her phone. When she did, Bonnie could have sworn she saw almost all the color drain from her face. Tara froze in place, staring at her phone as if it had just grown a human mouth.

"Tara," Bonnie spoke slowly. "What is it? What's wrong?"

Tara slowly lowered her arms but seemed to have made a vice like grip on her phone. Her nails, beginning to dig into the plastic material.

"It's my mom," She said. " She said that just a few minutes ago, someone delivered a large package to me."

Area: Stoppable Residence

Date: July 18, 2006

Time: 7:30 p.m.

David rushed home faster then he could ever remember.

The peaceful bliss of a drive home be damned. It was a hard days work, matched only with haunting silence afterword.

And it did not dawn on him until just a few days back, just how much he would miss the usual noise that swept the halls of his house.

Regardless of whatever people liked to say about themselves. At the end of the day, old habits died hard. Usually, they never really die at all. They just find ways to stay dormant in people, looking for an excuse to spring to life. And there has never been, or never will be a habit worse then gossip.

An action so cruel David was surprised it wasn't a sin. Maybe it was, he'd have to make a note to look into it in the future. Either way, in the course span of a few days, his job had transformed from a peaceful escape to a nightmarish jail cell. It was three days since his son's hospitalization. And just two since the press and media decided to do everything they can to make him and his wife look like even worse parents then Rosemary.

It wasn't hard for him to figure out that people were talking about him. The news of his son's hospitalization was delivered to him the day of. But since he was transferred to a hospital so far away he would need to cleared out his entire day to go see him. Which was not problem. David and his wife were prepared to go see their son the minute they received the call. Unfortunately they were given the news just a minute too late.

Because the second the couple had made it to the front door, they were bombarded by a wave of blinding lights and questions. David would have been impressed with their timing if he weren't so infuriated. The police didn't show up until a few hours later, and when they did, they recommend the two stay put until things calmed down for a bit. Unless they wanted to drag all this attention with them to a domicile of the sick, injured, and elderly.

It wasn't something he wanted to do but David could see the logic in it. He knew how bad people could get when they wanted and story. And the last place something like that should ever be is a hospital. So in the time passed, David had to rely on whatever news Anna could deliver him on his son's condition. And God be praised, that he wasn't in any form of critical condition.

For the time being, news like that was the best he could hope for. Anna promised she would do everything in her power to keep an eye on Ron's condition. Even though she didn't work for the hospital she had her own share of connections. And clearly they were good enough to at least get that much information delivered.

The news reporters weren't nearly as active during the later evening. David was grateful for that much alone. He was able to drive into his garage without nearly as much attention then he was returning in the later mid day. However, once he made it inside his house, the usual daunting quietness was not there. Instead, there was the sound of what hear like an argument coming from his living room.

Curious, he made his way towards the source of what seemed to be a heated argument. Through the hallway he could tell that the room itself was pitch black. However, there seemed to be a large color of blue and white that seemed to be shining from the area.

Oh of course, it was just the TV.

"I'm talking about a family that stands back and allows a teenage high school student to parade around at all hours of the day fighting dangerous criminals. Not to mention while wearing cargo pants and a tank top. That alone says attention seeking. In my day women didn't have to try that hard to go against the crowd."

"Kim Possible doesn't play a hero Miss Gale. She is one. She's done more then enough to help us. She's saved people countless times and asks for nothing in return."

"Except free transportation all around the world, without the proper identification to allow her on foreign soil."

"Well yes but –

"As well as absolute pardons for any involvement in government related matters, or international policies within a court house."

"But she's never actually–

"Not to mention diplomatic immunity."

"She does not have that! You're reaching now Miss Gale."

"The Knights of Rodigan say otherwise."

"This is ridiculous. Those people were villains. Kim Possible stopped them all. She's a hero!"

"That's your opinion Miss Fisher, and I'll have you know I have my own definition of a hero. And it involves trained adults handling sensitive matters. Not children who decide to go around fighting crime, because gym class isn't exciting enough for them."

David did not watch the news often. But he had heard of these two reporters. Danielle Fisher of the channel 52 news. She was relatively new in her career. But from what Adam could remember of her, she seemed to be very fond of Kim Possible. And prior to everything that had happened just a few days ago, she was definitely among friends in that matter.

The next was an employee who was much more of a veteran in her line of work. Summer Gale, of the channel 6 news. She had been at this game for some a time now. She was much more ahead of Daniel in her years. But it wasn't simply her looks that drew people to her. Summer had a very direct and strikingly honest personality that drew people to her. He wasn't above saying what was on her mind, and even resorting to petty commentary when she felt it didn't take away from whatever it was she was trying to say. However this was also probably the reason she bounced back and fourth from news stations in the course span of her career.

None the less, the woman was a survivor. She always held her ground. And when everyone was coming out to support Kim Possible and what she was doing. Summer Gale was one of the very few people who weren't afraid to disagree with her actions. She did not back down, no matter how many times she was ridiculed. And now, that stubborn streak was finally starting to work in her favor.

"Your protests against Kim Possible have always been strange Miss Gale. Perhaps your interests lie more towards people who cause freak blizzards and radioactive snow men hmm?"

Note to self, hug this woman if I ever meet her.

Gale's lower lip tightened slightly at Daniel's comment. It was obvious that she was trying her best to stay calm on TV. If David knew anything about the news, or the way the machine worked, it's that these two have more or less become the figure heads of the argument at this point. One one side, that supported Kim Possible you would find Daniel. On the other side you would find Gale.

"They weren't radioactive," She straightened her hair, and applied lipstick, as if she really needed any more. "Besides there's was no harm done."

"Yeah," Daniele said sarcastically. "You get your screen time and the children get a free day out of school, you're quite the role model."

"Let's get back to the point shall we, "Gale said. "Kim Possible breaks the law, she has no authority to do half of the things she does. Going across the globe at all times of day and night. Skipping class, handling dangerous weapons. What kind of example does this set? "

"She saves people, and no one's complained about it before. Funny how everyone suddenly has a voice after she loses a fight."

"Just because the voices weren't loud, does not mean they were never there Miss Fisher. And this is more then just about losing a fight. It's about getting innocent civilians caught in the crossfire. It's one thing to suffer the consequences of your own bad decisions. But it's a whole other matter when innocent people are forced to suffer for them."

Daniel fidgeted in her seat. This was clearly a sensitive topic in the entire argument. And from the looks of it, Daniel had no way to defend or justify what had happened to Ron. Of course she didn't, who on Earth could ? So with that Daniel did the only thing anyone could do for the sake of wining an argument.

By getting off topic.

"Miss Gale, it's no secret that you've been against Kim Possible ever since she revealed you for—"

"I have nothing against Kim or her team of delinquents. "

"Right, "Danielle crossed her arms, raising her eyebrows in obvious disbelief at Summer's statement."Because you creating that anti-Kim Possible website was not personal at all."

"That website," Gale interrupted. "Was a ban against all vigilantes not just Kim–

"Then why is there a giant picture of Kim Possible on the cover of your homepage?"

"That doesn't necessarily mean—"

A bright light appeared and spread over the screen before snapping together and disappearing. In a matter of seconds, the TV had turned off. And David was alone in the darkness. Nothing to do but reflect on everything he had just heard.

"You shouldn't watch that," A voice from behind him whispered. David turned to see his wife standing in the threshold of the kitchen doorway. Her body leaning against the side of the wall. "Nothing good can come from watching this." She looked hallow. Her appearance gave off the impression that she didn't do anything the entire day but sleep.

"Is that warning from experience?" David asked sadly. He hated seeing her like this. She hadn't been to work in over two days. And she barely spoke to him or anyone since everything started.

"His wife leaned her head as if in thought to what he just asked. "Maybe it is." And with that she turned and simply left him to himself. David had half a mind to go after her. To talk to her and tell her that everything would be okay. To do something that would reassure her. But he's never been much of a liar. And it didn't take a genius to see that things were changing. Even if their son was okay, things weren't going to be the same.

Nothing was ever going to heal right from this.

The forest was just as wet as the beach was.

And for some reason, it was not nearly as pleasant.

There was no structure, no grand design, no overall picture to follow.

Nothing except a door. Large and wooden, with a golden doorknob installed in it.

With just one word etched into its wooden features.

Truth