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The Closet II
Chapter 17
Honeymoon
Kim and Ron caravanned in their two new cars over to the insurance agency that his father used and got the Sloth and the Hummer insured before heading for home. They pulled into the driveway to their house and Ron quickly got out of the Hummer to open the Sloth's car door for Kim. As he touched the door handle Wade's smiling face appeared on the monitor in the dash board.
"Hey Kim, I just got a hit on the website from Senior Island," Wade informed the couple from the comfort of his room. "Senor Senior Sr. just found out about your wedding last month and was wondering when you'd be arriving for your honeymoon."
"I'd forgotten all about that offer," Ron yelped and slapped his forehead in surprise before he turned to his wife still sitting in the Sloth. "Are we gonna take him up on it?"
Kim drummed her fingers on the steering wheel for a moment as she thought over the pros and cons. After a few pensive seconds she smiled a sly smile. "I don't see why we shouldn't accept Senor Senior's offer. We're out of school for the summer with no real plans except getting ready for the ultimate battle were suppose to face and we don't even know what it is or when it'll happen. I think a little relaxation is in order before the ultimate battle."
"So you're gonna accept the deluxe offer of two weeks free accommodations along with all the amenities, including the luxury spa package," Wade said nodding his head as he started to type on his computer keyboard. "I'll let him know you'll arrive tomorrow."
"But how are we gonna get there?" Ron asked his wife and their tech guru on the monitor. "Are you gonna get us a ride or something Wade?"
"I won't need to," Wade chuckled as he stopped typing and looked up at the screen. "If you remember the briefing this morning, Jim and Tim tricked out the Sloth so it can travel at mach five. You'll be able to jet there in no time at all. Oh and hey, while you're away I can make a few modifications on the Hummer."
"Sweet," Kim enthused as she got out of the Roth SL Couple and wrapped her arms around her husband of all of five weeks to give him a kiss on the lips. "I guess that means we should go inside and start packing."
"Just one thing," Wade warned the couple standing in the driveway just outside the driver's side door. "Be sure to fill up the gas tank of the Sloth. You'll use up most of a tank to get there and back."
"A tank of gas in exchange for a two week honeymoon on a secluded island?" Ron laughed as he linked arms with Kim and headed for the house. "My new mad math skills tell me that adds up to some super sweet gas mileage."
xxxxxx
Early the next morning the two teens loaded up the Sloth with their luggage, locked up the house and headed out. After filling the car up with gas they took to the skies.
"This is just badical," Ron happily cheered as he first checked the gas gauge then looked out the side window through the occasional break in the clouds as the Atlantic Ocean passing far below them. "We may never need to call in a favor for a ride ever again."
"That may be true now that you can get around the world in Kim's car," Wade chuckled from the monitor, "but there are other reasons to use the favors you've garnered over the years. Gustavo, as an example, keeps sending me his itinerary for his various runs around Central and South America in his plane so I know where he is at all times. He really wants to return the favor for helping out with that flooded village."
"Nice man," Ron nodded as he remembered the short, chubby cargo plane pilot. "He was fairly insistent on at least giving us a few chickens in payment after we helped him."
"And then Kim told him you couldn't accept the chickens," Wade laughed, "because of Middleton's animal regulation against keeping live poultry within the city limits."
"Then he offered to kill and pluck them instead," Kim roared with laughter as she piloted the Sloth along the course mapped out by Wade.
"He still sends me a chicken in the mail every Christmas," Wade laughed out loud along with his two friends. After the merriment died down he checked one of his computer screens and said, "You're almost there guys. If you circle around to the northwest side of the island you should see the Senior's small private airport next to the marina. You can land there."
"Thanks Wade, you rock," Kim said as she turned off the cruise control and eased up on the gas pedal. The car slowly descended through the cloud until she could see the island ahead. She banked the car to the left and circled the small island once before coming in for a perfect four point landing. (The car has four wheels so it's a four point landing instead of a three pointer.) Kim pulled up to one of the hangers at the end of the landing airstrip and stopped in front of the big doors where she could see Senor Senior Sr. walking toward them.
"Welcome to Senior Island," the elderly Spaniard practically sang with arms open wide as Kim and Ron got out of the car. "It is so good of you to take me up on my offer."
"No, thank you Senor Senior," Kim pleasantly chimed shaking the man's hand as three porters stepped up to the car, grabbed the luggage and deposited the suitcases in the back of what seemed to be a stretch limo appearing golf cart. Another guy hopped into the Sloth and drove it off to a close-by parking lot. "Ron and I are finally finished with school for the year so we have enough time for a real honeymoon now."
"I was hoping this would be a good time for you," Senor Sr. said as he motioned toward the half empty marina next to the airfield. "Business has been booming recently but as you can see there is a slight lull in the tourism trade at this time and the place is practically empty. Your presence will give the staff something to do."
"Well then, let's not keep the staff waiting," Ron practically yelled. "I got straight A's this semester and I'm ready to reeeee-lax and parrrrr-tay!"
"There is plenty of time for that," the Spaniard chuckled as he got in behind the wheel of another stretch golf cart that looked a little like a miniature limousine without doors. "Let me show you around before you get settled in from your long journey."
"That's most gracious of you," Kim chimed as she and Ron sat in the spacious front seat of the golf cart next to Senor Senior, "but we don't want to be a bother. You must keep very busy running this place."
"Oh, it is no bother at all," Senior casually waved off Kim's words. "I employ fifty some odd people here and the staff practically runs the resort so I have plenty of time to do as I like. The excellent power saving tips you gave me on your last visit has allowed me to pay for the full staff in the marina, the airport, the indoor ski hill and the new guest hotel I have recently built." The elderly man practically beamed with joy as he pointed out the various location as they sped along a two lane, paved path from the airport.
"You built a hotel?" Ron queried when he saw the ten story building coming into view. He turned to his wife and softly spoke in her ear, "I was hoping for some place a little more… secluded. You know, so we don't bother the other guests when we spar and such."
"Oh dear me," Senor Senior sighed as he pulled the golf cart to a stop along the paved, two lane cart path, "I should have know. I thought you might like to reside in the honeymoon suite in the hotel for your visit but if you would prefer a little more privacy and don't mind roughing it a little…" He pushed a big red button on the cart's dash board and said aloud, "Rudy, will you please take the Stoppable's luggage to bungalow seven, the one at the far end of the secluded beach. They would like a little privacy for their stay."
"Right away Senor Senior," the voice that came from the surround-around stereo speakers in the golf cart said.
The silver haired gentleman turned left at a major intersection for the cart path, complete with stop light and traffic cop, and drove along the new path as he spoke. "Bungalow seven is the most secluded accommodation we have on the island. It is only used when the hotel and the other six bungalows are totally occupied or if a special guest wishes the ultimate in privacy. It is so remote you could set off a bomb there and the explosion wouldn't be heard by anyone else on the island."
"That's exactly what we want," Kim smiled broadly as she linked arms with her husband. "Ron and I have a few new mission gadgets we need to try out and a couple of them might be a bit loud."
"Not to mention the fact that we're newlyweds," Ron laughed and arched an eyebrow knowingly to their host, much to a blushing Kim's chagrin.
"I completely understand," Senor Senior said with a nod and a broad smile as they left the paved section of the path and continued on a dirt path that was barely wide enough for the larger than normal golf cart. "I was a newlywed at one time myself."
The view during the half hour drive to the southern most point of the island was magnificent to say the least and the bungalow was definitely well out of earshot of the rest of the buildings, being on the far side of one of the island's mountains and just yards away from a gorgeous stretch of sandy beach. The front of the bungalow faced inland while the patio area behind the house ran all the way out to, and merged into, the beach.
Kim and Ron expected bungalow seven to be no more than a quaint, rustic hut or cabin but were totally surprised when Senor Senior Sr. pulled up in front of a modern, ranch style house that could've been found in any middle class neighborhood.
"I must warn you that the staff only comes over to this portion of the island once a month so you will have to fend for yourselves during your entire stay," Senor Senior said as he opened the front door and led the two heroes inside. He pointed to the modern appearing, gleaming chrome kitchen. "The kitchen, as primitive as it is, is fully stocked so you can create your own meals and I am afraid you can only receive six hundred channels of satellite television programming here. Most primitive," he concluded while slowly shaking his head in sadness.
"I think we can manage," Ron nonchalantly said as he gleefully flitter about the kitchen checking out the contents of the cabinets, the pantry and the extra large, sparkling, stainless steel refrigerator.
"Ron and I are used to roughing it Senor Senior," Kim said, trying her hardest to hold back her amazement at the poshness of the house, "and thank you for your concern but I don't think Ron and I will be watching much television. After all, this is our honeymoon if you know what I mean."
"Ah yes, very well then," The elder Spaniard said with a gleaming smile as he went to the front door and stopped after opening it. "If you need anything, do not be afraid to call. We will mount a special expedition to supply you with whatever you desire."
"By the way," Kim begged out of curiosity as she walked Senor Senior out to the golf cart, "where is your son, Senor Senior Junior?"
"He is rehearsing his singing act at this time," Senor Senior chuckled as he got behind the wheel. "Junior is the headliner in the Cabaret located in the main dining room at the hotel. Perhaps you would like for me to send transportation out here to pick you up so you could dine one night and take in the show."
"That would be enjoyable," Kim nodded her approval after looking over to Ron who had finally joined the two outside at the golf cart after touring the kitchen. "Why don't we do that tomorrow night?"
"Tomorrow night it is then," Senor Senior said.
"By the way," Ron said cutting in on the conversation as Rufus poked his head out of his pocket home, "I only found one small block of cheese in the refrigerator. Is there any way we could get some more… for Rufus I mean."
The naked mole rat jumped out of Ron's pants pocket, scurried up to his big buddy's shoulder and cheered, "Cheese!"
"Your man Wade mentioned that you required large amounts of cheese for your little friend," the elder Spaniard laughed as he slowly turned the vehicle around. "The honeymoon suite was well stocked so the cheese will be brought out here to you when your luggage is delivered." He waved his farewell as he drove away and said, "Be well, Ron and Kim Stoppable!"
"Thanks again!" Kim waved and hollered her good-bye, "and we'll see you tomorrow night!"
"Nice man," Ron said, nodding his approval. "Good manners and he seems to listen well too."
xxxxxx
After the luggage and cheese were delivered, Kim and Ron dressed down to their swimwear, an immodest white bikini for Kim and a tight, black Speedo for Ron. They grabbed their beach towels and hit the sandy beach for a little Sun and relaxation. On the way they checked out the two car garage and found it filled with lounge chairs, beach umbrellas and other shore-friendly items.
Kim mentioned to Ron that this was probably another example of what Senor Senior meant by roughing it. They would have to set up their own beach chairs and umbrella and not have anyone waiting on them hand and foot.
Ron replied that not having drinks with little umbrellas in them was so not the drama. Instead, he went back into the kitchen and filled a sterling silver champagne bucket with ice and a few little juice boxes that he had found in the pantry for their beach time.
Kim contently sighed as she watched the sun sink slowly on the horizon and wistfully moaned out, "That first night together just after we got married was super and the alone time we got at Yamanouchi was great as well, but this is the way I envisioned our honeymoon to be; Alone on a tropical island with no one around for miles."
"Does that mean…" Ron begged in a sultry voice, well as sultry as he could as he got up from the lounge chair and thumbed the waistband of his swimsuit.
"It most certainly does," Kim cooed back as she undid the ties to her bikini bra and casually dropped the garment to the side. The teens stripped and Ron laid on top of Kim in her chaise lounge before they began to dance the dance of Aphrodite.
xxxxxx
In a bedroom part way around the world, a young boy turned off one of his computer monitors and shuddered in disgust. "I think I'd better leave Kim and Ron alone for a while," Wade said as he turned to another monitor and scanned the designs he was working on for modifying the Hummer H1 Alpha. "I'm waaaaaaay to young to be watching something like that. Still," he pushed the record button on one of the machines below the darkened monitor, "my computers do have plenty of memory space and I can archive the footage of them making out. I'll probably need it for when I'm older and want to do a little research on teenage mating rituals."
xxxxxx
As the sun peeked above the eastern horizon, Kim awoke and found herself still lying naked on top of Ron's equally nude form. They had somehow fallen asleep on the beach while in their third hour of love making and she couldn't have been happier with the results. While Kim had thoroughly enjoyed their previous bedroom romps, last night was beyond anything she'd ever experienced before because there were no pressures of attending school the next day and their parents couldn't drop in on them unannounced, like her father had done on more than one occasion.
Kim knew she was ovulating at the time but she also realized she could control the tiny eggs in her by toughening the outer edge of them to prevent Ron's sperm from impregnating any of the eggs. With that precaution in place she was able to really savor their night of passion.
Kim felt a stirring beneath her and realized Ron was still asleep but that his 'morning wood' was swiftly awakening. She vaguely remembered falling asleep with his 'thing' still in her 'special place' and gasped in amazement at the feeling of his manhood entering her again. Not one to refuse such a wonderful gift, Kim writhed atop her man and enjoyed her morning wake-up sex as Ron finally opened his eyes.
"Good morning sleepyhead," the redhead cooed as she merrily bounced away on her husband. "So you finally decided to get… up?"
"It doesn't seem as if I had a choice," Ron chuckled as his hands went to massage Kim's petite breasts, "although I really don't mind, this is a great way to wake up. So what's on the agenda for today? Not that I don't want to do this all day long but aren't we suppose to watch Junior sing?"
"Yes we are," Kim groaned as she slowed in her erotic but totally satisfying lap dance. "Senor Senior didn't mention which show we'll be attending but we should have most of the day to find out since he said it would be at night. We can call later and ask when our ride is coming by to pick us up for dinner. "
Kim and Ron made love for a half hour more then decided it was time for some breakfast. They donned their swimsuits and Kim handed Ron a pair of gym shorts she'd gotten out of her beach bag before she donned a sarong herself.
They carried the beach chairs and umbrella back into the garage before they went to the door leading to the kitchen. As Ron and Kim stepped up to the door a circular hole opened up beneath their feet and they fell into a transparent capsule just big enough for the two of them. The top of the capsule sealed up and the two teens suddenly found themselves zooming through a series of transparent tubes. They were moving so fast through the underground system that flames were building up on the bottom of the capsule.
After a couple of minutes, and with as much enjoyment as Kim was having clutching onto her buff, handsome husband, the ride finally came to a halt in a vast underground complex. The capsule's doors opened and the two stepped out bare-footed to be greeted by a young woman with short brown hair, an eye patch covering her left eye and clad in a form-fitting, blue spandex jumpsuit that simply spoke of her fitness.
"Greetings Kim Possible," the mono-optic woman said with much enthusiasm as she took Kim's hand in hers to shake. "Welcome to the Global Justice Network."
"GJ? No Way!" Kim marveled as she shook hands and glanced around the cavernous room filled with banks of computer work stations manned by men and women dressed similarly to the woman in front of her or in lab coats. Hanging on the walls of the space were multiple viewing monitors of various sizes ranging from a few small, 15 inch ones to one gigantic screen that must have been over 600 inches in diagonal.
"Yes way. My name is Dr. Betty Director and I'm the head of Global Justice."
"This is my best friend and husband, Ron Stoppable," Kim said, introducing her gym short clad partner.
"H-Husband?" Dr, Director choked and sputtered in surprise. "When did that happen? You're only sixteen years old according to our records!"
"That would be my fault for not updating your files," the baritone voice said coming from behind Kim and Ron. The two teens turned to find Sensei stepping out of one of the other transportation capsules. "I have been most remiss in my paperwork as of late."
"Sensei," both Ron and Kim calmly greeted the elderly Japanese head of the Yamanouchi school with a slight bow and fist in open hand since they weren't surprised to see him. The teacher had unexpectedly popped in on them twice before so they weren't too surprised he would show up anywhere they were.
"What are you doing here?" Ron begged. "Why aren't you at the school?"
"Normally I would be but I thought it would be best if I came here and caught up on my paperwork," Sensei said with a slight bow of his own to the couple.
"Yamanouchi," Betty Director explained, "being an independent martial arts academy dedicated to Monkey Kung Fu, is one of GJ's associate satellite schools. All of our top agents go there to master Tai Sheng Pek Qwar like you two have."
"That's fascinating," Kim said with little enthusiasm before a bit of tweak entered her voice as she continued, "but this is a ferociously bad time to bring Ron and me here. We just finished our sophomore year of high school and now have a little free time to fit in a honeymoon before this ferociously humongous mission we're expecting comes up."
"We were on Senor Senior Sr.'s private resort island enjoying said honeymoon," Ron stated the obvious with an equal amount of anger in his voice, "before we got shanghaied and brought here."
"We know," Betty nonchalantly said as she walked over to a nearby open computer station, punched a few keys on the keyboard and stood back. On the monitor was satellite image of Earth that quickly zoomed in until it showed Kim and Ron completely naked and making love on the beach from a bird's-eye perspective. "It's unfortunate that GJ had to interrupt your down time but we need your help."
"You've been spying on us?" Kim yelped in utter embarrassment and indignation. She flung herself into the arms of her husband and buried her head in Ron's chest in utter humiliation.
"Spying is such a harsh word," the head of Global Justice smugly chuckled with arms folded in front of her and a hip jauntily cocked to one side. "We in the intelligence community like to think of it as keeping an eye on future assets."
"Why should we help you when you keep tabs on us like… like common criminals?" Ron harshed in indignation as he tried to comfort the redhead lovingly embraced in his arms. He walked Kim over to the console and hit the computer keyboard's delete button, hoping to erase the image. Thankfully the monitor winked out and went black.
"While the ultimate mission you face in the future is most dire, it is still probably a few weeks away," Sensei answered with no emotion in his voice. "The mission you are asked to do at this time for Global Justice is of the utmost priority. The world needs your help and you must not shirk your duty as the Chosen Ones, the guardians of the planet."
"I suppose you're right," Kim said, gaining back most of her composure and turning to face the head of Global Justice and Sensei once again. "What do you need our help with?"
"KP," Ron began with concern in his voice, "should we be taking on a mission today? We're suppose to meet Senor Senior Sr. this evening and it wouldn't be right for us to diss one of the richest men in the world."
"Ron's right," Kim answered. "We don't know when we're suppose to meet him tonight."
"Agent Bowman?" Dr. Director begged while looking over to one of the nearby agents at a computer console.
The tall, balding man swiftly typed on his computer keyboard for a brief moment before he turned to his boss. "The Stoppables are scheduled to be picked up at 6:45 for a 7:15 dinner date with Mr. Senior. The entertainment is to begin at 8:00."
"You see, plenty of time for a mission," Betty said with a smug smirk as she led the group over to a conference table where a young man dressed in a GJ spandex jumpsuit was seated. "First off, this is agent Will Du. He's the top agent here at GJ."
"Yoha Broha!" Ron jovially greeted the agent with an extended hand to shake.
Agent Du swiftly stood, pointed a clenched left fist at Ron and pushed a button on his wristwatch. A metal disc attached to the watch by a fine wire shot out and hit Ron in the chest.
Ron quickly grabbed the wire, yanked the disc off of him and tossed it aside before a jolt of electricity ran down the wire. "That's no way to greet a new ally," Ron angrily growled at the man who appeared to maybe be part Asian in his ancestry.
"How did you know how to defend yourself against my stopwatch?" Will Du begged in confusion. "The stopwatch is a secret and only given to top agents of GJ."
"Dude," Ron chuckled in disbelief, "those watches are on sale at Smarty Mart right now for $8.88 a pop. I've been thinking about picking up a baker's dozen or so to use on our missions."
"Smarty Mart?" Du yelped in utter dismay as he glanced over to Dr. Director for clarification.
"We buy them in bulk from Smarty Mart," Dr. Director coyly stated with a shrug of the shoulders as she held out her arm showing she wore one too. All of the other agents in the room, along with all of the researchers and scientists, casually held up their arms bearing a similar watch. "We told you that they were only given to our top agents to placate your ego."
"It looks like your top agent isn't so tops after all," Ron laughed.
"I'll have you know I can speak twelve different languages and thirty six regional dialects," Du growled in righteous indignation to the blond boy.
"And I speak with my fists," Ron spat back taking a defensive posture and taunted the agent with a single (middle) finger 'bring it' gesture.
"You two can settle your differences after the mission," Dr. Director harshed as she stepped in front of Will Du to stop his advance toward Ron. "Right now we have a kidnapped professor to locate."
"A kidnapped professor," Kim pshaw'ed with an absent wave of the hand. "If Ron and I had a nickel for every missing professor we've had to find…"
"…We'd have around a buck two-eighty," Ron laughed as he flippantly finished Kim's sentence.
"Be that as it may," Betty Director said as she sat down at the head of the conference table and pushed the big red button set in the table top in front of her. A 60" monitor at the other end of the conference table lit up with a picture of an older man, dressed in a conservative suite appeared on the screen. "This is Professor Sylvan Green. In the late 60's he was a leading expert and creator of military hardware."
"He's the guy who built the cybernetic guided missile tracking system," Ron casually threw out as he sat down in a chair and Kim nestled in on his lap.
"Yes, he did," Betty Director said in astonishment. "How did you know that?"
"Kim and I keep running in to villainous things associated with cybernetics," Ron nonchalantly shrugged as he leaned back in his chair and folded his arms behind his head and Kim curled up on his lap like a content cat. "I didn't know what cybernetics meant so I looked it up on the internet and his work came up."
"The internet, ummm?" Betty Director pondered aloud before she turned and continued the briefing. She punched the button again and the picture changed to show the same man, a lot older this time, riding on a lawn tractor. "This is Professor Green today."
"And he's missing because of his award winning, fast growing lawn seed," Kim casually interjected as she casually doodled a finger on Ron's bare chest.
"No," Will Du cut in. "Professor Green was most likely abducted because of his knowledge of missile tracking technology."
"Professor Green's knowledge is forty-five years behind the times," Kim angrily said to the obnoxious top agent as she swiftly sat up in Ron's lap. "Whoever kidnapped him is after the super fast growing grass seed formula he recently developed."
"And if I remember the article correctly," Ron said cutting in, hoping to defuse the tension mounting between his wife and Agent Du, "one of the main ingredients of the grass formula is hyperactic acid which can also be used in making explosives."
"And hyperactic acid is so tightly controlled by the governments of the world that it can only be privately purchased on the black market," Kim said turning to Dr. Director. "We need to talk to Big Daddy Brotherson in Marrakesh."
"That's an excellent idea," Dr. Director said as she stood up from the table and turned to her top agent. "Will, take Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable to Morocco immediately."
"You want me to work with these amateurs?" Will Du yelped in indignation as he shot up out of his chair.
"Dude," Ron scowled to the irate agent, "you and me are sooo gonna play a game of 'Thud' when this is all over."
"We don't need to go to Marrakesh," Kim cut in as she wrapped her arms protectively around Ron to hold him back from tearing into agent Du. "Ron and I have dealt with Big Daddy before. I can just call him on the Kimmunicator."
When she was sure Ron wasn't going to tear apart the blue clad, obnoxious agent she let go of her husband, pulled the little blue device out of her beach bag and thumbed on the Kimmunicator. Wade's smiling face appeared on the blue PDA type device. "Hi Kim. There's been no word from any of the observatories yet."
"Thank you Wade but something new has come up," Kim said to her tech guru. "Can you put a call through to Big Daddy Brotherson for me? Please and thank you."
"Can do Kim," Wade said as he began to type on his computer keyboard.
Wade's face disappeared and the screen changed to a large, overweight man in a cheap linen suit. "Miss Possible, what can I do for you today?" Big Daddy casually asked with a slight air of annoyance.
"I'm sorry to bother you Mr. Brotherson," Kim sweetly started, "but would it be possible to find out who's been in the market for large amounts of hyperactic acid? The information would be worth a box of cheerleader chocolate."
"Would that be milk, chocolate?" Big Daddy anxiously begged while biting his lower lip and sweating profusely. "I would hope it's the variety with macadamia nuts."
"A box is in the mail as we speak," Kim slyly answered with a knowing nod of the head.
"If that's the case," Mr. Brotherson said regaining his air of pomposity, "then the man you're looking for is a Scot named Duff Killigan. He's a rogue golfer that's been banned from all golf courses around the world, even miniature ones. He's planning to make the world his private golf course by seeding the planet with fast growing grass seed."
"It's a pleasure doing business with you, as always," Kim practically sang as she turned off the Kimmunicator and smugly looked to Dr. Director.
"So all we need to do is find this man, Duff Killigan, and we'll find Professor Green," Dr. Betty Director said in amazement. "Simply amazing!"
"I suppose you'll want me to take these amateurs to Scotland to find the professor," Du growled, still in a huff as he plopped back down heavily in his chair and folded his arms across his chest like a scolded child.
"That will not be necessary," Sensei said, speaking up for the first time since the beginning of the briefing. "I will send Yori and Hirotaka to Scotland to find your Professor Green and bring in Mr. Killigan. At this time I would very much like to watch agent Du and Ron Stoppable do battle for a round or two."
"It will be my honor," Ron maliciously growled as he and Kim stood up and fully bowed to his teacher.
The five people adjourned to the GJ gymnasium for the fight which was broadcast throughout the facility by orders of Dr. Director. Just before the fight was to begin, Sensei pulled Ron off to the side and whispered, "You do not have to pull any punches in this fight Stoppable-sama, like you have in the past battles with the students of Yamanouchi."
"What are you saying Sensei?" Ron questioned his mentor.
"What I'm saying Stoppable-sama is," Sensei gruffly said with a slight dramatic pause before he full out growled, "kick his unprofessional, royally obnoxious butt!"
"A little smack down in his town," Ron evilly chuckled with a slight bow to Sensei. "You got it."
"Don't you want to put on any protective gear, amateur?" Will taunted to the blond boy who was still only clad in his gym shorts. Will was wearing a padded helmet, chest protector and elbow and shin guards along with a mouth guard to protect his teeth.
"I won't need any, professional," Ron shot back as he got in a defensive stance and gave a two finger taunt to bring it.
Will Du roared in rage and charged across the mat at Ron. The blond boy stood stock still until the very last moment when he gracefully stepped aside and tripped the oncoming top agent. Will went to the mat in a heap. "Come on Willie Boy, you can do better than that," Ron taunted as he bounced a bit on the balls of his feet like Bruce Lee before he set himself again.
"You were just lucky," Will growled as he swiftly got up and dusted himself off.
He charged again, coming up short to throw a series of slashes and punches at his opponent. Ron parried and blocked all of the oncoming strikes with ease. Slowly Ron's eyes began to glow with a soft blue aura and a wicked smile came into being as Ron slyly queried, "Do you have a good medical facility here at GJ, Top Agent?"
"Yes we do, why do you ask," Du grunted as he threw another punch aimed at Ron's face which the blond easily slapped aside. "Do you think you'll need it after this bout, amateur?"
"Nope," Ron growled as his anger peaked and the blue glow also enveloped his fists, "but you will in a minute." Suddenly, as if a light switch had been thrown, Ron went on the offensive. He grabbed the outstretched arm of his opponent as Will threw another punch and swiftly shot an open palm strike at Will's shoulder joint, dislocating the arm from said shoulder. Ron quickly followed with another open palm to Du's chest. Even with the chest protector firmly in place, the snapping of three rib bones was heard by everyone watching the bout before agent Du collapsed to the mat again, this time thoroughly routed.
"Sorry I had to damage the equipment Betty," Ron said as he turned and walked over to Kim who threw him a towel to mop his non-sweaty brow, "but the idiot had it coming with that amateur crack."
"No apologies are necessary Ron," Dr. Director said as she joined him, Kim and Sensei on the edge of the mat. A medical team swiftly came in and tended to the downed agent. "Agent Du's arrogance was getting out of hand and I was hoping you could take him down a notch or two. I also had your fight broadcast to all of the agents here to show them their new allies for the upcoming ultimate mission we'll all face in a few weeks. Now if you'll follow me, I'll show you to the transportation tubes so you and Kim can get back to your honeymoon. You should be back in time for a light lunch and some more fun on the beach before you need to get ready for your dinner date."
As the four made their way to the transportation tubes, Kim ask Dr. Director, "Was Agent Du the only reason we were brought here? I mean Professor Green is important and all that but your people could've figured out where he was being held without our help."
"That is true," Sensei nodded. "But you need to understand that this was more of a mental exercise than a physical confrontation. I only wished to make sure your mind skills were as sharp as your martial arts. Of that, I am now well satisfied. You both proved your mental acumen."
"Maaaaaan, I thought school was out and we were all done with our tests," Ron playfully whined as they reached the transportation tubes.