Thanks to Disney for creating the characters we write about. Thanks to the authors who have supported me in my writing endeavors. The beta reading of Rondo, StarEva-01, Kt, cpneb and others have helped me to become an even better writer. And of course, thanks to the Angels, East and West. Samurai Crunchbird, I'm proud to be working with you!

Standard disclaimer: What you've seen on the television is Disney's. The rest is borrowed from my friends in the Kimmunity or is mine.

Once upon a time, there was an interesting little site on the Internet where people interested in a Disney cartoon would post stories of their own creation. Over time, it was noticed that plot bunnies were infesting the place, and biting writers at an astounding rate. One writer, now a twelve year old genius, created a weapon to fight these creatures: the BE4000.

Another author, cpneb, began to see plot squirrels. When this was noted in the discussion forum, Kt sided with equally brilliant author, Akinyi. CaptainIT made a comment that they were beginning to sound like the characters of a certain television show. The joke became a one shot story. It developed quickly from there.

Now, the team of Akinyi and Kt fight against the plot creatures with Joss Possible, and they work for me. My name is Thomas. I work for cpneb.

Angels East

The telemetry was not good. Just about every system on the hover car was reading at red-line, or worse, had failed altogether. How it was staying in the air was anyone's guess. The Angels had had to set down three times on the way back from Florida, to let components cool down. Each time the starter had managed to kick over, fingers would be uncrossed and breathing would recommence. He worried about just how much longer the equipment could hold out.

The last stretch would be it, and he knew it. He'd say a silent prayer, smack the communications console, then pray again that it would make it back. He would worry about getting the car a complete overhaul when and if they made it back.

Thomas sat in his chair at the main console and nervously grasped the handle of his cane. He itched to be out there, doing something to help the Angels. All this time, he had been sitting in the office while three young women were out in harm's way. Call it old fashioned, or maybe even chauvinistic, but he felt that he should be between them and harm.

It had been a very busy summer...too busy. It seemed like the crossbred bunnies were everywhere. No sooner would one situation be settled than there would be signs of another writer under the influence. Wade had created a program to detect duplicate stories being posted. With Akinyi's improving skills as a pilot, and the Tweebs putting so much power into the hover car, no one had suffered from bites as intense as Thomas endured previously.

"Thomas, we're coming in HOT!" Joss' voice was almost booming from the speakers in the ceiling. "I think you'd better be ready for a very loud bang when we touch down." Her image on the main monitor was almost totally obscured by static. Yet another system failing. Long range communications had been out for some time, and had to be routed through the PosComm units that each member of the team carried. Thomas was already out of his chair and headed for the stairs as fast as he could go.

Just as he reached the door, there was a heavy crash on the other side. Grabbing the fire extinguisher by the door, he pushed on the bar, and almost fell through the opening.

Fortunately, the car was not smoking where it sat on the pad, if that was the word to describe the heavily damaged mess sitting there. It was severely dented, the newly added canopy cracked in several places, but not broken. Almost no part of the car was unscratched. The computer assessments, based on what little telemetry the systems had sent, had been dreadfully accurate, though. It wasn't going anywhere. Quite possibly even the Tweebs would not be able to repair it.

"Are you girls okay?" Thomas Linquist had never been a father himself, and sometimes took to thinking of the team as those missing children, much to their embarrassment.

Slowly, all three of the Angels hit the releases on their harnesses. One at a time, they exited the vehicle, after uniting their strength to push up the Plexiglas canopy.

"We're alright, Thomas. The car on the other hand..." KT said as one of the guidance fins chose that moment to fall to the pad. Four sets of eyes just stared at it for a moment. KT went over and picked up the offending piece of equipment. "I don't think duct tape and super glue is going to work on this."

"It's just equipment, girls. It can be replaced. None of you can. KT, I'm already taking flak from your father about all of the time you've been spending here. Sure, you're in advanced classes, but even you have to study." Thomas said as he dropped the fire extinguisher harder than he had to, and walked toward the steps. His shoulders were slumped, and each step seemed just a little bit wobbly.

"He's having another tired spell again, isn't he?" Akinyi whispered to her friends and partners.

"I think he's been tired ever since we found out that MaceEcam was messing with other writers." Joss said, watching the balding head disappear as the office coordinator made his way down the stairs. "I've heard him pacing in his apartment when he's supposed to be napping. Aunt Anne is not going to be happy if she sees him in this shape."

The trio of heroines went to the door and down to their lockers.

An hour later, they were sitting on the sofa and looking at the PosComm recordings of the fight in Orlando. The new Kim Possible attraction at Epcot had drawn fan fiction authors like flies to honey. Not two hours after it had opened, the plot critters had started to attack en masse. The images showed all three girls blasting away with the BE4000 gloves, or the original weapon, depending on range and preference.

"Good job, Angels!" A mellow voice called from the speakers. cpneb was watching from whatever location he was currently in. Not unlike a certain television character, he was never seen, only heard via voice connection. "You managed to keep more than a couple of writers from being bitten, and those that were could be treated right away with the defibrillator technique Joss came up with a while back."

All three girls squirmed a little bit at the praise. They were still upset that Thomas had spent a couple of days in the hospital because they couldn't be there fast enough.

"I think the girls really need a rest, sir." Thomas looked up from his folded hands. "They have responsibilities of their own. As much as I appreciate all that they have done, I think maybe we should put a push on the backup plan."

"You're not thinkin' of replacin' us are ya?" Joss' eyes lit up with a fire born of the stereotypical red head temper. "We've put a lot of time inta this project, and we ain't about to quit, not with a mad writer on the loose!"

"It's alright, Joss. He just means that it's time to bring in some more people." 'neb said soothingly. "While you have been out searching for Mace's lair, or maybe lairs, we have been working to put something together."

All eyes were now on the small man, who looked even smaller in the overstuffed chair to their left. He looked anywhere but back at them.

"I will let you brief them on our latest work, Thomas. I'm still making some calls, to make sure the space will be ready when you are." The screen on the wall faded from the Angels logo to black, and there was a slight click as the speakers disengaged.

Thomas slowly levered himself out of his seat, and walked over to the roll top desk that occupied one corner of the large office. As usual, the top was cluttered with loose papers; half written story ideas, character analysis and printed replies from other fan fiction authors. Almost blindly, he reached past the mug of cold coffee and pulled out four file folders. He brought them over to the coffee table.

"These folks are the help that we need. I'm sure you will agree that trying to cover even the western United States is a stretch. With the current crisis, I'd call it more of an improbability." He looked over at Joss. "And yes, I know that anything is possible for a Possible, young lady." He gave his head a little shake. "I'm sorry, Joss. I didn't mean to snap like that."

"Snake muffins, Thomas! You're tired, you're gonna be a little off your feed. You've been livin' on coffee and take out for the last three weeks."

Akinyi and KT each picked up a file folder, and looked inside. They pored over the pages, filled with stories, biographies, and a couple of photos. Swapping files, all three eventually had gone through all four.

"This looks promising, Thomas. I've chatted with AG 'neb on IM and he's mentioned two of these people. The others are old friends."

The first folder was labeled "Samurai Crunchbird" and contained every story he had written. The biography showed him to be what some thought of as the epitome of a "Down Home Country Gentleman". If he was to work with a team made up of the ladies described in the other folders, that was going to be an asset. He had stood in for a time while Thomas was recovering from his bunny bites. Experience would serve well. His forum posts also were well known to KT and Akinyi.

The next folder was something of a surprise.

Monique Jenkins, best friend to Kim Possible and Club Banana's assistant manager. She had been on a few missions with Kim, and knew weird when she saw it. The young woman had just started studying at Upperton University. If anyone could handle the sitch that was currently going on, it was Monique. With her own brand of sass, she might just be the one to bring MaceEcam to his knees. She wasn't exactly combat hardened, but plot bunnies weren't super villains.

As with the current team, two fan fiction writers filled out the field team.

Neo the Saiyan Angel was a lovely young woman, with long dark hair. Her stories were unusual, displaying humor and ingenuity on one hand, sensitivity and character development on the other. Neo was witty in chat, and thoughtful in forum posting. More than one man in the Kimmunity was smitten with her. She was shy, however, and could be a little too quick to doubt herself.

Absentialuci was anything but shy. According to her jacket, (What the United States Air Force would permit to be published, anyway.) she was a rising star in the military. An excellent jet aircraft mechanic, she was being considered for Officer Candidate School. Only in her twenties, she was looking at having men twice her age calling her ma'am and saluting. The fact that she was a very petite person didn't stand in the way of what she wanted to say.

"This office is gonna be kinda crowded, don't ya think, Thomas?" Joss raised an eyebrow. "And I don't see you sharin' the coffee pot with anyone." She loved to tease her friend about his addiction to hot, bitter stimulants.

"That's why they aren't going to be housed here." Thomas went to the desk that backed the sofa the girls were sitting on. Plunking himself down into what he jokingly called his "Kirk Chair" he started typing into the computer console. On the screen before the girls, a satellite image resolved itself, starting at a dizzying altitude and dropping to a couple of thousand feet.

"What you see is the image of 'Ten Pound Island' in Gloucester Bay, Massachusetts. This is the image as seen by Googol Terra." Keys clicked and the image changed. Again, it started with a global image and then focused on the island. The difference was that there was a massive amount of activity around the small, wooded island and a large vessel that looked to be anchored off shore.

"What you are seeing now is a live feed from a satellite launched from the Middleton Space Center. The ship holding just off of the Mayflower Shelf is the property of Wade Logistics LLC. For the last two months, a large team of construction workers and technicians have been building the facilities for what will be known as ''neb's Angels East'."

As they all watched, crews were working hard on the landscape around a small light house on the western end of the island. They were planting sod in some places, and bushes in others. To outward appearances, they were not trying for aesthetics.

"This is going to be a secure base. 'neb has worked with the Lighthouse Preservation Society to keep the island looking like it has for decades. When the Coast Guard shut down the light in 1953, the buildings on the island fell into disrepair. We aren't using them."

There were several more clicks and the image tightened in on a clearing in the trees. Almost completely hidden was a landing pad, similar to the one on the roof of the building the team now occupied. A blonde woman in coveralls was going over a hover car, an exact duplicate to the one on the roof, with the exception that this one had not been pummeled by plot pigeons.

"The facility will look a lot like this one, but will be built entirely underground. There are entrances on the east end of the island, hidden in the rocks. The light house itself houses both stairs and a small elevator. The pad is a converted aircraft carrier lift 'borrowed' from the U.S. navy." Thomas hit another combination of keys, and blueprints appeared as a hologram, rising from the coffee table. "With a bunker to work from, Angels East will work from that coast. We will work from this one. In a pincer tactic, we will squeeze the mutant plot bunnies and their creator."

xx

In yet another timeshare lair, MaceEcam was pacing like a caged panther. Every now and then, he would look down at the 3x5 cards in his hands. The panther image was completed by the black tuxedo that he was wearing. It was in sharp contrast with the shabby surroundings. Shuffling the cards, he read each one under his breath. At some points, he would chuckle, and at others, he would pull out a pencil and scratch something out.

Coming to the last card, he put the pencil into a pocket, and started reading them out loud in the tone of one giving a speech, from the beginning.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Kimmunity; I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came to your senses. I am honored to be nominated in every category of this year's Fannies. The fact that none of you could seem to get past your writer's block in no way takes away from my sheer brilliance!" Mace paused, a wild, maniacal gleam in his eye.

As he continued to ramble and rant like Drakken in one of his more talkative moods, the horde of plot creatures started trickling in one by one. Eventually, the growing numbers got his attention.

"What are you doing here? I sent you to Orlando! There were scores of fan fiction writers at the new Kim Possible attraction." It was about then that he noticed that there weren't nearly as many as there should have been. "NO! Not the Angels again!" The cards went flying across the room, scattering to the winds. He began pacing in earnest, shoving the animals out of his way.

A plot squirrel appeared in the little door that had been installed into the lair's main entrance. It looked around for its master, and then scampered forward. It sat at Mace's feet, looking up with a most panicked expression on its face. Chattering like crazy, it tugged at the leg of the tuxedo.

"What is it, underling? You were supposed to be watching cpneb!"

The little spy squeaked at his master again.

"Angels East! No! It's not fair! I was so close to having the Fannies all to myself." He moved over to an old recliner and sat, his head buried in his hands. He mumbled to himself.

Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb had gone off over his head. Mace jumped up. Running over to a shelf, he started tossing things left and right. "Of course, I wish I'd thought of this before! If you can't beat 'em, make them join you! Bwahaha." Grabbing the device he had been searching for, he ran out of the room, putting a hastily prepared plan into motion.

xx

The unmarked helicopter touched down on the island shortly before noon. As the rotor blades slowly came to a stop, the rear passenger door popped open. A pair of black loafers touched the ground, and Thomas Linquist straightened up and leaned on his cane. Looking around, he nodded in satisfaction. The grounds looked just like the pictures he had seen when first finding the location.

The heavy equipment was long gone. A few footprints were all that remained to show that anyone had been here.

From the lighthouse, a man appeared. Dressed in a polo shirt and blue jeans, he strolled over. Samurai Crunchbird was much more casual than his west coast counterpart. He sauntered along, and met Thomas halfway from the chopper to the door.

"Hi, Thomas! Glad you got here okay. I was a little worried when 'neb told me you were on the red-eye out of LAX. Was it really necessary to get here so early?"

"I'm not really a morning person, but this was the best time to slip in quietly. The rush out of Logan is nuts, and I didn't want to wait on the chopper pad for six hours while the commuter flights scrambled for the day." Thomas reached out and took the hand that Samurai had offered. "Besides, we really want to get this base up and running. And I've heard that your team is really something to see in person. So far, I've only met them on line. With the exception of Monique."

Entering the lighthouse, the two men stepped into an open elevator car. When the button was pushed, it smoothly lowered them to the main office level of the new facilities. They stepped out into a bright, open room. The carpet was a deep "Husker" red, the walls a light cream color. It was a tie for Samurai to his midwest home. What looked like large windows were actually high resolution computer screens, connected to cameras hidden about the island. The effect was as if the place had not been built entirely underground.

"Coffee or tea, Thomas? And please, call me Thad, my pen name is a little cumbersome for conversation."

"Tea, please and thank you. I had enough of that stuff Midwest Airlines calls coffee." Just mentioning it, the man looked a little green around the gills. He strolled around the room, looking at the enlarged Kim Possible screen shots that were framed on the walls.

Samurai Crunchbird went to a kitchen area, and pulled a china mug from the cupboard. A tall urn of tea sat on the counter. Whereas Thomas was addicted to coffee when working, he found tea to be an essential. "Milk or sugar?"

"Neither, thank you."

When they were both seated in chairs at the light stained oak desk, Thomas opened the portfolio he was carrying. He pulled out a file folder, and slid it across. He leaned back in his seat and sipped at his hot beverage, savoring every bit. "Those are the access codes for the computer network. With those, you can access our mainframe in Los Angeles and the server. We didn't dare transmit those on any communications net."

"I can understand the need for security. Especially after what happened a couple of months ago. It's a good thing the girls were able to get those bunnies off of you. What bothers me is that they knew where to find you at all." Thad said as he leaned across his desk. "I didn't think this place was built like Fort Knox for nothing."

A second file folder was plunked down on the desk. This one was filled with statistics. Numbers of authors bitten recently, the number of rewritten stories submitted to the site, and locations of the writers in question.

"I don't think there is any doubt that MaceEcam is on the move." Pointing at six different points on the map included in the file, Thomas showed his colleague the pattern. Stale stories were clustered around six small to mid-sized cities. "He's setting up in a location, releasing his hybrid plot creatures and then moving on. The only real anomaly was the attack at Epcot. Too good a chance to pass up, do you think?"

Studying the data, Samurai Crunchbird sipped at his own tea. He half closed his eyes. "Yep, that would be my guess. So many writers in one place at one time."

A door on one end of the room opened and a blonde woman entered. She looked over to the desk. Luci (Absentialuci in the KP Discussion Forum) was wearing her newly acquired mission wear. A matte black crew neck crop top, like the one Kim Possible had made popular, was matched with onyx leather pants with blue piping along the seams. Her hair was done up in a ponytail. The knee high boots clung to her calves in a way that made most men drool buckets.

"Just in time, Luci! Please meet Thomas Linquist, coordinator for the original 'neb's Angels team."

Thomas rose from his seat, levering himself up against the desk. He picked up his cane and met Luci halfway to the desk. "A pleasure to finally put a face to the words in the Internet chat room. I must admit, your description of yourself didn't do you justice." He gave her a friendly, yet professional handshake. He wasn't much taller than her, and could look her in the eye easily.

"It's a pleasure for me too. 'neb tells me that you were eager to give me the chance to be on this team. I have been enjoying our chats online."

"If you can see your way to getting our hover car back together, I think you will have earned a solid 'we owe you one' from myself and the girls."

As he was giving Luci the once-over, the door opened again, and Monique Jenkins and Neo (Neo the Saiyan Angel, to be more formal.) entered the room, the latter's appearance drawing Samurai Crunchbird's attention. Their conversation had been quite animated, with the former shaking her head. When they realized that there was an unusual presence in the room, they both looked up.

Thomas was quite familiar with Monique, having watched her in the episodes of Kim Possible on Canada's Family Channel for almost a year. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head, after the fashion of old style comic book characters. Her dark skin, the long black hair and those legs! If he'd been single and twenty years younger!

Then there was Neo. She was a beauty in her own right, of the classic style. She had long brunette hair that seemed to flow down her back. The purple mission top she was wearing clung to her frame. Her cargo style pants were tucked into a pair of knee high leather boots. Over her arm, she carried two other shirts, one in a deep blood red, the other in black.

"Ladies," Samurai Crunchbird called to them. "Come and meet Thomas Linquist. He's come to make the office operational."

They all gathered at a coffee table before a large screen, similar to the set up back in Los Angeles. Neo and Monique stopped along the way to get a couple of sodas from the fridge in the kitchen.

"I take it you ladies were discussing the choice of mission wear." Thomas sipped some more of his tea.

"She can't make up her mind about color." Monique just rolled her eyes a little. "She's a 'mood dresser', everything decided by how she feels on a given morning. I've told her that the purple really does work on her, and would complement the tops that I've picked. I don't think she'll ever be in the same color two missions running."

"Don't worry about it, Monique. As long as she's able to get into the outfit and into the hover car inside of ten, 'neb will be happy."

It was a bit startling to Thomas when his PosComm went off. He reached to his belt and pulled it from its case. He tied it into the office system, and hit the receive switch.

"Thomas, we need you back here right away!" Akinyi was practically screaming from the screen on the wall. "We have a major problem."

"Slow down, Akinyi. Tell me how it happened."

"He was here, Thomas. MaceEcam managed to get past building security, posing as a cleaning woman. It's KT, Thomas, he took KT!" Joss was at her teammate's elbow, and was just as panic stricken.

"I'm on my way. Call 'neb, and tell him we are on it. I'll call JA." He was so not looking forward to this call. How do you tell a man that a maniac has his twelve year old daughter?

"That's it, saddle up ladies!" Samurai Crunchbird ran around from his seat on the couch and started pushing buttons on the console behind it. "It's gonna be a little tight, but we'll cram Thomas into the hover car. You should be able to have him in Los Angeles in a couple of hours."

Like a well oiled machine, the three young women ran to the equipment rack which had appeared from behind one of the displays of KP artwork. Stun batons were stuck into the sides of the tall boots. BE4000 gloves were donned, and PosComm units stuffed into utility pouches strapped to their sides.

Samurai tossed the black and silver PosComm to Thomas, who was already headed for the door Luci had entered from. "I'll keep the lines open, and start trying to track Mace down. KT isn't going to make it easy for him to go far or fast. She's a fighter!"

Thomas followed the three women down a long corridor. They passed quarters for each of the team members. He saw that they had started making themselves at home. Further on were a workout room and a lab. Beyond a huge set of blast doors, the hover car sat on the lift platform, ready to be raised to launch position.

With difficulty, all four managed to get into the vehicle. As Luci went through her preflight check list, and the others checked systems, Thomas fumed. What had he gotten KT into? What was MaceEcam planning to do? More importantly, how was he ever going to get her back?