"Kim Possible on behalf of Global Justice, you have our undying gratitude for your assistance."

"No big just doing the teen –"

"Hero thing," Ron interjected. "Yeah yeah that's all nice and done. Now if you don't mind Kim has a cheer leading election to win."

He grabbed Kim's hand and starting pulling her towards a random corner in the room.

Wait do we know where this corner goes?

"Uh Ron…" Kim said hesitantly.

"Not now KP," Ron said. "You have to be there to win the competition, or else Bonnie will never let you live it down. "

"Mister Stoppable," The director spoke. "Global Justice holds a variety of transportation methods. Each more efficient that its predecessor.

"Kay," The blonde teen responded. "But can any of them get us back to Middleton in a few hours?"

The Doctor Director smiled. "Please, we can have you back in Colorado in a matter of minutes"

"And besides, that's not an exit," Will said, pointing towards the corner Ron was puling Kim. "It's a trash compactor. It would still get you to Middleton, just not in a very attractive way."

Ron stopped moving instantly, only to stare at the shadow with the hidden door, he could not see. "Uh…" He said dumbfounded. "Um…Maybe we should let you guys show us the way out. "

~~Section VI~~

The Ripple Effect

Area: West Palm Beach

Date: July 21, 2006

Time: 10:30 a.m.

"That will be $12.95 sir! I hope you enjoy your meal! And as always, thank you for choosing West Wing Laws Chicken. Where we strive to satisfy."

Oh God...

She hated everything. Did you mention that ? Because she did. She really hated everything.

The people, the food, her job, everything...

Her life sucked, so much right now. And upon handing the tray of greasy food to the customer. All she got in return was a simple nod.

No respect, no appreciation, no tips. This whole thing was just a big pile of nothing.

The only time anyone would actually notice her was when they came in saying...

"Hey aren't you Adrena Lynn ?!"

Dang!

"Oh my gosh! You are her aren't you!? OMG!?"

No not this, not now. She didn't have time for this.

"I thought you looked like her. I mean from a distance you look similar but when I get a good look at you..."

Lynn didn't bother waiting. She made a quick dash for the kitchen and was on her way out of there.

"Where are you going Lynn ?! You're shift's not up for another two hours!"

"Lunch break!" She yelled back to her supervisor.

"Again," The man yelled. "That's your third break in the past two hours."

She had done this more times then she could count at this point. She was placed as the cashier at the front of the station. The kitchen was right behind her. Which was convenient, because it made for quick get in and out dashes. Once she was in the kitchen it was simply matter of making it down the hallway and taking a left to the bathroom.

The difficulty would often vary on the time. If it was early in the morning, she didn't have much trouble. Regardless of how much the country had let itself go. People weren't so far gone, that they piled up at a fast food joint before noon. But if they ever showed up anytime past one in the afternoon. She had to duck, dodge, swerve, and tumble like no bodies business.

Once she got to the end of the hallway, she found the restroom, opened the door and slammed it shut. She didn't bother locking it, as she placed her full weight against the door. Her head slammed against the weak wooden frame and she tightly closed her eyes to drown out all the noise. This was the first time today. And if she was lucky, maybe it would be the only time for today.

They used to come in much bigger numbers. When she got this job, one person spotted her out. And then the rest of them came in a matter of hours. They would line up for days on end just to get a look at Adrena Lynn. The washed out has-been of showtime TV. The girl who had it all and lost it in the blink of an eye. Thanks to Middleton's own ever so special teen hero, Kim Possible. The little brat outed Lynn on one of her high building jumps. And she's been paying for it ever since.

When Lynn was cancelled she was desperate to get back on the air. She had been in show biz her entire life.

She was a tree in some school play when she was six for goodness sake. She was born to be in the spotlight!

But she took that away from her. The little spoiled brat stole her life. And after that, Lynn couldn't find work anywhere. No one wanted to hire her! She was a fraud as far as everyone was concerned. Because actors in Hollywood are so genuine with their charities and adoptions. Events that are never even seen on the news, until one of their movies just conveniently happens to be coming out a few weeks later.

She wanted to scream, this was not how her life was suppose to turn out. She was suppose to become a big reality star. And then star in movies with big name actors. Become a real phenomenon with an amazing story to write. She just wanted to get there a little faster was all. So she cut a few corners. People take the easy way out all the time, why did she have to pay so much for it, just because of some stupid little girl!?

"Lynn," A three pattern knock was made on the bathroom door. "Come on Lynn open up. I know you're in there."

She contemplated hiding but she knew it was no use. This dude, knew her way too well. With a heavy sigh she opened the door, and before her stood Jason. Probably her only real friend in this ridiculous joint. Wearing the same stupid outfit of blue, yellow, and white. But for some reason she didn't mind it so much when it was on him.

Lynn wasn't sure just what it was about him, but he had this natural air to him. That just kind of commanded authority. That mixed in with his red hair and piercing green eyes. The guy just knew how to look in charge. Even when he was dressed like an idiot.

"Is there some rule against me wanting to be alone?" Lynn asked.

"No," Jason responded. "Just against you not working when you're on the payroll. Now you got the boss man sending me in after you. You' know how much I hate to do that."

Lynn sighed. "I know I know," She said. "Sorry dude, I just...I don't know. I've been doing that since I got here, so now it feels like muscle memory. You know ?"

Jason gave a slight smirk. "I do," He said. "But you probably won't have to do it for much longer. She's the only person to show up today. And yesterday barely anyone spotted you. I think its safe to say, you're heading down the path to low-key and mediocrity."

Lynn's heart skipped a beat. And she didn't know why. Something felt off...

"Come on," Jason said. Throwing his hand towards the exit door. "You look like you could use a break."

"What," Lynn asked. "What about getting back to work?"

"It's a fast food job Lynn," Jason said. "I'm sure there's someone else here who can figure out how to use a cash register."

She didn't need anymore convincing then that. She bolted for that door.

"Problem with most jobs ? Not nearly enough time for breaks."

"Right?! It's like people want us to give them all of our time. And when we get home, we don't want to do anything else. How are we suppose to be able to follow our dreams? How are we even suppose to try to learn something new, when all we're thinking about is getting enough rest so we can go back to work tomorrow ?!"

"Question for the philosophers." Jason reached into his pickers and pulled out a pack of Camel roll-ups. He took one and handed it to her, in which merely shook her head in response.

"No thanks," She said. "On top of everything wrong with my life, I don't need to add something like that to the list down the road."

Jason scuffed. "Yeah you're right. It's too nice outside anyway. No point in ruining it with a bad habit."

"The weather is nice," Lynn said. "It'd be better if I didn't have to stand so close to this stupid place. The smell is still here, and it practically ruins the concept of taking a break, when that smell is there to remind to that you have to go back to work in just a few minutes."

"Then why not go home," Jason asked. "You can always tell you boss that your sick."

Lynn scoffed, "He doesn't like me as it is. The last thing I need to do is give him an excuse to fire me."

"Would that be bad," Jason asked. "It's pretty clear that you don't like this job. It's obvious you don't want to be here. So why not leave?"

"Because I need to eat," Lynn said. "It doesn't matter how much the job sucks, I need food and a roof over my head. And if work wasn't suppose to suck is wouldn't be called work."

Not like I got a choice anyway. Not like I got a world of other options.

"Flirting with disaster again huh?"

Lynn rolled her eyes. She wasn't sure why Jason was so obsessed with that stupid country song.

"Out of money, out of hope, looks like self destruction." He said in a sing song tone. "If the normal life is so lame, why not go back to what you were doing before?"

"You don't think I've been trying," Lynn snapped. "I've sending applications everywhere. No one in the showbiz wants to hire me. I've been stuck in this stupid job for a little over two years now! No one wants me !"

Jason's eyes widened in realization at her words. "Whoa," He said. "I had no idea."

"Yeah," Lynn grumbled. "It's been really tough –

"It's really been two years since Kim Possible stumped you out on live television in front of over a million people. Oh man, that must suck."

Lynn gave him a mean glare. To no avail, her temper did very little to impede Jason. This was a man who lived life with little to no genuine concerns. Lynn wasn't sure how he swung that. She wished she did. It would make her life a lot easier.

"I gotta ask," Jason said. "Is this the same month it happened? When she totally stumped you out and humiliated you I mean ?"

Lynn gave another defeated sigh. "No," She averted her gaze from his. She didn't want him to see any signs of defeat on her face. "It happened in November, not June."

"Oh yeah," Jason said in wonder. "I should remember that. I recorded it, I think I still have it on tape somewhere in my apartment."

Thanks Jason...

Did Lynn mention she hated everything today? Because she did...she really did.

" And then a few weeks after that happened there was that thing where her clothes became super popular. Everyone was wearing them, so it was like Kim Possible was all over the place. That must have made things even worse for you." Jason's thoughts seemed to have gotten the better of him as his rant continued.

"Geez, I mean first she dethrones you from show biz, then she's the next big thing in fashion. That's like stealing someone's car, crashing it, lighting it on fire, stomping on it, though I'm not to sure what that would actually do at that point, And then buying the exact same car and driving it around the same street they live on. Just to say, 'I didn't even need this car. I'm doing it just because!'"

Lynn could feel her teeth beginning to grind together. "Thanks Jason," She hissed. "That makes me feel so much better."

Jason raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry," He said in a joking manner. "Sometimes my mind gets the better of me."

"Whatever," Lynn said. She turned her back to him and made her way back towards the restaurant. "I should get back to work anyway."

"Whoa Lynn," Jason quickly caught up with her. "You should never go to work mad you know."

"Yeah well, too late for that."

"Yeah that might probably be my bad. But what if I told you I had something that could fix up all of that."

Lynn rolled her eyes. "Yeah right," She said. " I doubt there's anything in the world that could make me feel any less terrible then I probably look."

Jason raised his eyes in interest to her words."Oh yeah," He said intrigued. "Care to make a wager on that?"

Lynn didn't have time for this. She needed to get back to work. "Whatever," She said.

"I'll take that as a yes," Jason held out his hand towards her. "Lets shake on it then. Say three days of covering my shift if I win?"

Lynn gave another heavy sigh. She quickly grabbed his hand and gave a firm motion in agreement. She didn't really care to be honest, she didn't know what he had, but she doubted it was anything that impressive.

Let alone something that could lift her mood.

Once she released his hand, Grimm immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He began to quickly tap buttons in what seemed like him searching for something. Once he seemed to have found it he handed his phone over to Lynn.

"Read it and weep." Jason said, and without another word he turned his back and headed back towards the restaurant.

Lynn was somewhat confused about what could make the red headed man so confident.

That is...she was confused.

Until she began to read what he had handed her. It didn't take long before certain words began hopping out to her.

Kim Possible...accident...hospitalization...arrest warrant...scandal cover up...protesting...Kim Possible failed...KIM POSSIBLE FAILED!

Those words resonated in her head. She had never read something so magnificent. She didn't know what to say. She barely knew what to think. All she knew, was that this was unbelievable. But before she got a chance to say anything, she heard Jason give one last reply.

"And just in case you were wondering," He said. "I like to have my Fridays free!"

Area: Craig Hospital, Englewood

Date: July 21, 2006

Time: 4:30 p.m.

This hospital was getting a lot of attention lately. Seriously a lot of attention. And this was a hospital. By rule of thumb, that usually wasn't a good thing.

People were constantly showing up.

And disappearing as soon as they showed up.

He wasn't too sure what to make of it really.

People in suites would come into his room. Ask him a couple of questions. Then they would just leave. It's been going on for a good two days now. Not that he mind. He kinda liked the attention.

I don't recall ever being in a hospital before, but I had no idea they were so accommodating. I'm gonna have to write a nice review for this place when I get out.

Talking to people was nice. Talking was a good distraction from the obvious problems. And he wasn't in any hurry to start addressing any of those things. For now he was happy just relaxing in his comfortable little hospital bed.

It was strange though, Ron couldn't help but notice something odd about his room. Unlike the other ones, his was bigger. His bed was really comfortable, and even the food they brought him was strange. It was simple food, fruit, juice, pudding, nothing that required a lot of effort to chew.

But the taste, it was almost too good to believe it was hospital food. It's like they had a chief or something making it special for him.

And then there was the floor he was on. There was barely anyone around him for a good five rooms. It's like there was a shortage of people to treat or something. It was really weird, that the next five hospital rooms right next to his were completely empty. The only time he ever saw anyone in there was when nurses and doctors and maids would show up to inspect the areas.

Which was pretty weird in it of itself. They would show up, look around the corners of the rooms, check behind the windows and doors, then leave. They'd check Ron's room to make sure if there was anything he needed. Ask him if there was anything out of the ordinary, and then just disappear. And to make it even stranger was how frequent they showed up.

But wasn't just the fact that they kept showing up. It was how they did it. Ron couldn't help but notice a pattern with their constant check ups.

First the maid would show up. Then almost two hours later a nurse would show up. Then three hours later a doctor would show up. And it was a different person each time!

The only face he remembered was someone called Richard. He spoke to Ron when he first woke up. He was in the room for a total of a few minutes. And that was it. Ron never saw him again.

Weird...

He wasn't stupid, Ron could tell something strange was going on.

When that Richard guy vanished Ron had half a mind to start complaining. Maybe even demand they tell him what was going on.

But in his condition, no memories, no contacts, physically weak, not to mention no real idea of where he even was, He figured it probably wasn't a good idea to rock the boat so soon.

He'd figure a way out of this mess soon...right ?

" WRONG ! "

Four thirty right on the dot. That girl knew how to keep a schedule.

"Tia you can't keep coming up here," A nurse was accompanying the young girl. Not that Tia really needed one. "You're going to get me in trouble with my boss."

"Like I care," The girl yelled. "This is a hospital not a prison. I'll go wherever I want to go."

"Tia the patient needs his rest."

"WRONG ! " The girl exclaimed. "He needs to stop being lazy. Lying around in bed all day is bad for you anyway. And he's been resting for days already. What he needs is friends."

Hey...

"I almost thought you come to see me today Tia." He said, a forced smile on his face.

Behind the door stepped the young girl. No older then ten, a no taller then four feet. Long straight dark brown hair to reached her waist. And very large and curious white eyes.

"Of course I'd make it," The young girl said. "Since all of my friends are gone now, you're gonna have to take their place."

"I heard about that. Sorry by the way," Ron said. "I know how much you liked hanging out with them."

Tia shrugged. "It's no big deal," she said. "It's a hospital, we all know what can happen. We've all seen the TV shows."

Ron frowned slightly at her words. Tia was the first, and so far only person to visit him since he woke up. Though he wasn't too sure if counted since she was a patient in the hospital as well.

Whatever...

The point is, she was the only person who came around to keep him company. And sometimes he was happy about that.

"For today I've decided that we are going to watch a full marathon of My Pretty Pegasus."

And then there were moments like this...

"Um Tia," Ron said. "Maybe I could pick what we decide to watch today."

"Nope," Tia said. "You aren't well enough to make such a decision."

"What do you mean?" The blonde asked.

"You're still not well. Your brain hasn't recovered yet. So you don't know what good TV is. That's why I'm here to pick it for you."

The blonde groaned. She always did this. He spent a good four to five hours a day watching this girls choice in shows. Some of them were decent, but most of them were just...just nauseating.

"Don't worry," Tia said. "You'll thank me one day. It's good for you brain."

"So you keep saying, " Ron muttered. "But I really don't want to watch any more of that today."

"Well how lucky for you. Today you just might not have to."

How could he forget. His last visit was over an hour ago.

In the door, stood a woman of medium height and white skin. Shoulder length red hair, and very pretty green eyes.

"Hey," Ron said. "Um...you...person..."

The woman smiled. "Marla," She said. "You can call me Marla. And don't feel bad about not knowing who I am. You probably see more then your fair share of faces around here."

Ron gave a sheepish laugh. "Thanks," He said. "So What's this you said about me not having to watch terrible today."

Tia shot him a furious look. Ron merely grinned at her and shrugged in indifference.

Marla laughed at the two's interaction.

"I'd hate to interrupt such a nice display," The nurse said. "But it seems that our special patient has a guest today."

Both Ron's and Tia's eyes shot towards the nurse in surprise.

"Guest," Ron said. "I have a guest? Are you sure? I was starting to think no one was ever going to visit me. "

"Yeah," Tia interjected. "He's been here almost a week now. And only one person came to see him."

Marla's eyes narrowed in Tia's direction. However, Ron didn't notice. He was still thinking about the fact that he had an actual guest from outside the hospital.

"After all that time had passed, no one else ever came. I was beginning to think he was just some looser. "

Ron glared furiously at Tia, in which she only responded with a grin and an indifferent shrug.

"Well you are." The young girl said. That's why I hang out with you so much. Because I feel bad for how sad your life is.

There were at least a hundred different comebacks Ron could say to that.

But over fifty of them were way too mean.

So he just kept quiet.

"You know what, I don't even care" Ron said dismissing Tia with a wave of his hand." I've got a guest to entertain. So tell me Marla who is she."

"A resident from Middleton High," Marla spoke, as she started to walk out of the room. "She said you were one of her first friends when she came to Colorado."

"Was I really?" Ron asked, his eyes wide open.

"That's what she said." Marla replied. "Either way she seems excited to see you. If I recall correctly, I think her name was Monique."

Area: Unknown

Date: Unknown

Time: Unknown

Silence was often the worst part.

The mind was simply not meant to handle such a prolonged amount of inactivity.

It came with its own level of tension.

People would often sit and wonder about what the other was thinking.

But it mattered little in this circumstance.

Because Will already knew what she was thinking.

"So let me get this straight." She said. "You made contact with two girls from Middleton ? "

"Yes."

"A Miss Tara Pride and a Miss Bonnie Rockwaller?"

"Affirmative."

"You gave them your full agent name ?"

"I did yes."

"You then proceeded to antagonize and insult them?"

"Of course."

"With which you then made a promise to keep in touch with them. And then you had a package sent to Miss Pride's home ?"

"Actually I sent the package before hand. If I had done it afterward, it would not have shown up on time. In situations such as this, timing is crucial."

The Director's eyebrow twitched slightly. That was rarely a good sign.

Will was about to go into a more through explanation about how he had reached his conclusion of proper timing.

But considering the Director's current mood. He decided against it.

Timing is crucial, but learning to read the situation was also very important.

The Director rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I know I'm going to regret it," She groaned. "But I need to know why you thought this was an appropriate form of action."

"We were compromised," Will said matter of factually. "Approximately three days ago if I remember correctly."

"Compliments of Marla."

"Indeed," Will said. "Someone walked right into our hospital. By passed our security and was within the subjects room while he was still comatose."

"You mean sleeping?"

"Comatose," Will interjected. "She walked right into the room. She had to have been within his presence for well over ten minutes. And then when she was done, she simply left. No trace, no evidence of her presence, no prints, nothing. As if she were a ninja from some secret village."

The Director shrugged. "I've seen stranger."

"As have I. However, Stoppable is under our protection, or at least he was. " Will leaned forward in his chair.

"Someone being able to walk right into our hospital while well over fifty agents were on duty is nothing short of a red flag. Global Justice is many things, but incompetent is not one of them."

"The Director sighed. "Thank you for telling me about my organization agent Du. However, that doesn't answer my...Hey...wait a minute...What do you mean he was under our protection?"

Here it comes...

For a brief second Will had trouble meeting his superior's eyes...um, eye.

He knew she would not take the news well. But putting it off wasn't doing him any favors.

"Rearrangements have been made to Stoppable's living conditions," He said. "In approximately two hours, he will be released from the our Hospital."

The Director shot up from her seat. "What," She bellowed. "I didn't approve that!"

Timing is everything. Sometimes it's better to be quick when it came to bad news.

"No," Will said. His fingers beginning to fidget slightly. "That's because Stoppable's release was green light under my direct authority.

And there it was.

An agent could hear a pen drop from down the hall.

Right up until the moment where the Doctor Director glowered at Will and slammed her fist very hard onto her desk.

" WIIILLLL! "

The agent almost jumped from his seat. He knew she wouldn't be happy about this new development. But no amount of mental preparation could every prepare him for seeing this woman angry.

"How dare you," She seethed. "How, dare you!?"

"Doctor Director please—

"Do you have any idea what you've just done ?! You deliberately disobeyed me! And for what?!"

"The patient—

"Just woke up after being asleep for over three days! He was comatose ! How could you do something so reckless ?! "

"His safety—

"Will be even worse out there then it was in our hospital!"

"We were compromised —

"Once Will. Just once, we could have fixed it. We could have figured something out. If you had just given us some time to look into it. Instead of taking matters into your own hands. Do you even know just how much trouble he could run into out there. What if any news reporters get their hands on him? How do you think they're going to react when they find out he has amnesia ?!"

Will could feel the temperature in the back of his neck increase slightly by six degrees. Also, the amount of activity in his fingers and toes had increased well over twenty percent since the Doctor Directer began to yell at him.

What was this feeling ?

Apprehensiveness perhaps

Either way it didn't matter. Soon the Director fell back into her chair. The weight of her head fell forward into her hands, as her hair began to fall forward in front of her head.

"Honestly," She said. "I can't believe you did this. I never had you pegged for the type to over react. You've always been a perfectionist but this is just too much."

"You're assumptions of my text-book nature are spot on," Will said. "However, I am inclined to disagree with you about the necessity of my actions."

"Oh really," The Director said. Her had still buried in her hands. You send home a patient with amnesia because of one —

"Two," Will said. "Because of two Doctor Director."

Her head shot up to get a clear look at Will. The evident look of surprise on her face made it clear that she wasn't aware of what he was talking about.

As I figured...

Will reached down to the foot of his chair and pulled up a document he had been saving for this very moment. A folder with a compilation of printed articles and pictures all thrown together. It was messy, but he didn't have a world of time to get it made smoothly. He threw it toward the Director and allowed it to slide across her table until it was within arms reach.

She was never one to stand around on ceremony. She immediately opened the file and began observing the pictures Will had brought to her.

She was dead silent for what felt a solid one minute and thirty seven seconds.

Will counted, timing is everything. Even if it isn't his to make.

In silence she closed the file and placed it slowly on her desk. She then locked eyes with the young agent.

Well... eye...

Close enough...

"Where did you get this? " She asked in a deadly serious tone.

Will matched her tone and demeanor. Looking her dead in the eye before saying one thing.

"Internet."

The facial expression the Director gave him was incomprehensible. There seemed to be more then emotion present at the time. With a very strong underlying of disbelief.

"Agent Will," She said lowly. "I don't know what game you're playing at. But let me assure you, you're playing with the wrong person."

It seemed his answer was not satisfactory.

Best to elaborate further then.

"Counting the first intrusion three days ago, there have been an approximation of two incidents where our hospital was compromised. What you hold in your hand is undeniable proof of a second intrusion. " The Director leaned back into her chair.

"Elaborate." She said.

"You've already seen the proof. The file I gave you contains pictures taken from a website that has been posting information nonstop. Pictures centered about Team Possible's humiliating and soul crushing failure. Their absolute and utter —

"Enough," The Director said. "Where on Earth is this website even getting these photos ? "

"I don't know," Will responded. "But some of these photos are from the incident of Stoppable's accident. No one should even have those."

No one without government connections at least...

"Some of the photo's are also of a variety of hospitals. All within the state of Colorado. Many of them centered around the Eastern and Northern regions. But if you look closely you'll notice something very interesting."

"I know," She said. "All the photos are of hospitals in the more remote locations in Colorado. In other words, hospitals that aren't easily accessible to main roads and intersections."

"Hospitals that would require a decent amount of time to reach," Will continued. "Hospitals so remote that most people wouldn't be able to reach them in a hurry. Not without special means of transportation. And if you look closely you will also notice that of all the photos of hospitals present —

"There are almost none within Middleton, Upperton, or Lowerton, I noticed." The Director said. She leaned back in her chair, and began tapping her index finger on her desk.

"In other words, someone suspected that Stoppable was placed in a hospital that wouldn't have been easy to reach. However, he or she wasn't sure which one. So they've been gathering photo's of all hospitals that are within remote locations of the state. Because remote makes it hard to reach, hard to reach means less people. Less people means less gossip. Less gossip means less annoyances. Annoyances that would come in the shape of cameras and microphones demanding answers."

Will couldn't help but smile. It was moments like this, where he received reminders of why she was in charge.

"When it was proposed that Stoppable be moved to Englewood, I confess it took me a while to see the efficiency of the plan. News reporters can't crowd around the hospital if they're scratching their heads about it's very location. Their search buys you time. And when it was revealed that his condition would render him unconscious for an unpredicted amount of time I questioned the logic of placing him in a hospital that actually had no trauma center established."

"Sometimes its best to do the unexpected." The Director said.

"Indeed," Will continued. "But now we have a problem on our hands. Someone's starting to figure out your tactics. And now they are establishing eyes all around the state of Colorado. And to make matters worse, they are now spreading around what they know. People like this could become a problem if we aren't careful. Wouldn't you agree ?"

The Doctor Director stared at the file on her desk. From what Will could gather, she was accessing everything he had just told her. She wouldn't need long, she never did. She was that good.

"From this point onward I will personally manage Stoppable's rehabilitation." Will said. "I figure that will be for the best."

The Director's attention drew back toward Will. "Is that right," She said. "And why is that might I ask?"

"Because I have the oddest feeling you will be too preoccupied with his even less impressive counterpart."

This surprised her. "Kim," She asked. "Why would I need to keep tabs on her."

"Because as we speak, she is about to board a plane that will take her deep in the western fields of Europe."

The Director's eye shot wide open. And soon lowered, as she gave Will yet another vicious glare. However, the Agent remained indifferent to her aggression. Nothing was happening today that he hadn't foreseen.

The Doctor Director said nothing else to him. She merely stood up and and began walking towards the exit of the room.

But not before stopping to get one last word in.

"You will report back to me," She said. "Everything that happens, and I do mean everything."

"Affirmative." Was all the agent said.

Before long, he could hear the doors open and the footsteps of his superior as she made her way out of the room.

Leaving Will to himself in a large and almost empty room.

That went better then expected

A smirk formed on his lips, as he stared across the table at the empty seat where the Director sat. The structure, the design, the sheer elegance of it. Even when vacant it commanded authority. Will always liked that chair. In fact he always admired many things the Doctor Director owned. It was all so extravagant. The perks of being the top man in charge. And he couldn't wait until the time, came for it all to become his.

'Welcome, we've been expecting you for some time.'

'Where am I ? '

'Someplace safe, worry not my friend.

Oh, um...

Not what you were expecting eh?

Ha, something like that.

Well, it's always good to keep a few surprises tucked away.