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Chapter 3: Double Honors

Kim smiled contently as she and Ron sat on a bench in the park, holding hands. "Dinner, a relaxing walk… you sure know how to treat a lady."

Ron chuckled. "Those are the perks of knowing you long enough to know what you like."

With Global Justice in a state that somewhat resembled order again, and with the Smarty Mart extra hours finally subsiding – it was amazing how many people went there to buy things to replace what was destroyed in the alien invasion, and even more amazing that Smarty Mart actually had all that stuff – Kim and Ron had finally found some time for just the two of them, and they had decided to make the most out of it.

"Any idea how tomorrow will go?" Ron asked after they sat in silence for a while. The next day the 'official' honoration of Team Possible and Drakken and Shego would take place.

Kim gently squeezed his hand. "Don't worry about it. I won't tell anyone about your powers if you don't want to share… but I will tell the world that you took at least an equal part in rescuing me and saving the world."

"I'm not so worried about that," Ron said, "I trust you. It's just that I don't like standing in front of loads of people and cameras. What if my pants drop?"

Kim chuckled. "That already happen at a UN conference, and it didn't bother you then."

"Yeah, but that was an accidental drop-in," Ron replied, "this time they will want to put us in the spotlight, and ask all kinds of questions."

Kim shrugged. "Doy, being a hero means you fight bad guys, rescue people in less than satisfactory conditions… you think there wouldn't be a downside to that?"

Ron laughed. "Have you been getting sarcasm lessons from Shego?"

Kim grinned. "I'm keeping it a surprise for her for the next time we have a match… one I hope will be a friendly one though."

"I really think they're going to try to stick on the good side," Ron said, "Drakken finally got his recognition, and I don't think Shego cares about actual villainy as long as she can do what she wants."

Kim frowned. "Did you just hear yourself? Anyway, I have the feeling that Drakken's refusal to return to the villain side keeps the other villains at bay as well. When he does return to villainy, or when they figure out he's going straight voluntarily they might start up their own schemes again."

"With GJ at your disposal, what can go wrong?" Ron asked.

"Too many things to count," Kim replied with a small chuckle.

"We can still just go Team Possible on them," Ron suggested, "that never failed."

"I guess you're right. Maybe I am looking into this too much." Kim's smile easily returned. "Besides, tonight is about us having a good time." With that, she leaned toward him.

"Good morning dad," Kim said cheerfully as she walked into the Stoppable kitchen the next morning. "What's up?"

Her father was hunched over his laptop, clearly trying to figure out a problem. "I'm not entirely sure Kimmie. I managed to get all the files back from the backups on the basement computer. But I can't seem to access the program that monitors the Hephaestus metal ingrained in the basement walls."

Kim frowned. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Not necessarily… the computer can work very well on its own." Mr. Dr. Possible reassured his daughter. "Don't worry about it developing a brain bent on destruction. We made sure to program those out."

"I wasn't worried until you mentioned that," Kim replied, only half joking. "The basement walls can't do anything besides repairing themselves, right?"

"Well, that is the problem. I'm not sure if the blueprints of the basement are programmed correctly. I originally built it to fit the blueprints of the house, but now I can't access the files to see whether the basement has really repaired itself correctly."

Kim shrugged, relieved that the problem seemed mundane. "If that's all, you can just go there and apply some more Hephaestus metal after the house is rebuilt, right?"

"I think so…" Mr. Dr. Possible muttered, then bent over his laptop again, trying to hack into his own files once more.

Kim sighed and decided to let it go. Today was going to be busy enough as it was.

When Kim was almost finished setting the table, Ron came stumbling down the stairs with a mighty jawn.

"Morning Ron," Kim said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Would have loved to sleep in a bit," Ron admitted with a smile as he passed Kim and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Hana didn't wake you tonight, did she?"

Kim grinned. "No, she slept like a baby, she didn't even wake up when I went to bed."

Ron's father was next to walk into the kitchen, and he made a beeline for the coffee can after quickly mumbling everyone a good morning. Ron's mother followed shortly after, carrying Hanna. After putting the girl in a baby chair she too quickly went over to the coffee can.

Kim chuckled; it was just like her parents if they hadn't beaten her to the breakfast table. "Wonder how long it will be before Ron and I become such coffee addicts."

"Dad, are you going to eat breakfast as well?" Kim asked when everyone sat down; only Mrs. Dr. Possible was missing, but she had a night shift and wouldn't arrive until later in the morning. "Those computer files can wait, it's not like the basement will get up and walk off if you leave it for a moment, right?"

"I'm telling you, weird stuff is going on there," Joe, one of the construction workers assigned to rebuilding the Possible residence, said to Ted, another worker. "I swear that one of the steel support beams just moved."

Ted shrugged. "You're just seeing things. No doubt the others scared you a bit too much with their tales about the people who live here. Do you really think that people would be able to come up with all kinds of crazy inventions like that? And keep them inside their own home?"

"I guess you're right," Joe conceded. "But I'll still be glad when this job is done. Kim Possible may have done the boss a huge favor, but I prefer working on houses with a lower profile."

After having had breakfast, Kim and Ron were unsure of what to do. The honoration wouldn't be until late afternoon and with the help of the Sloth they could arrive there in plenty of time even if they departed only an hour or so before the event started.

But then a black car stopped in front of the Stoppable home and two men in black suits stepped out.

"Miss Possible, Mr. Stoppable? We are Agents Jones and Brown," one of them said after Ron opened to door to see what was going on. "We're here to pick you up for the honoration event."

"Isn't that not until later today?" Kim asked. "And I thought we would have to use our own transportation."

The agents' facial expression showed nothing, and the sunglasses didn't help much either. "You need to be debriefed on the program. We don't want anything to go wrong."

"That makes sense," Ron said. "So, what happened to Agent Smith and Agent Smith?"

Agent Jones shrugged. "Different department."

"Okay, just give us a moment to get ready," Kim replied. The agents nodded and stepped back in the car.

Kim looked at Ron. "At least they have the same mindset as the agents Smith."

The teens walked back into the house to get properly dressed for the event.

When they arrived at the airport, Kim and Ron were surprised to see Will Du.

"What are you doing here?" Kim inquired. "Aren't you supposed to keep watch over Dr. Director?"

"I'm not entirely sure," Will admitted. "I was called because Global Justice needed a group leader at the honoration."

"KP isn't good enough for that?" Ron asked.

"I guess it's because we can't command the GJ agents at the same time as being honored," Kim suggested. "I really wish agent Jones and Brown would be a bit more talkative though."

"That's what we have the villains for," Ron quipped.

Will frowned. "About the villains… Have you heard from any since the invasion?"

Kim shrugged. "With the exception of Drakken and Shego, none. I think they're still laying low, just like after Drakken's Diablo sitch."

"Good point," Will said, "but the super villains are not the only criminals that are laying low. It almost seems like the entire criminal community has gone silent."

"Are you still monitoring GJ? " Ron asked. "Is that even allowed?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Will is still the number one agent, remember." She turned to Will. "And yes, you're right, but it's mainly big-time thieves, like Falsetto Jones, who have gone silent. Organized crime and petty criminals are still active like normal."

"Take this as advice, but when a whole group of criminals goes silent, it's never a good thing," Will deadpanned.

Kim smirked. "Thanks."

"Speaking about Falsetto Jones, did that challenge thing ever work out?' Ron asked Will.

The agent shook his head. "Either it was a false promise, or they will postpone eternally."

"You were really hoping for an invitation back then, weren't you?" Kim asked.

Will shrugged. "At the time, they seemed like they really wanted to prove their worth. And there were other things we wanted to accomplish then."

Kim glared at the agent. "Don't remind me. The fact that I'm willing to help GJ out doesn't mean I forgave you fully for that trick."

Whatever Will wanted to say in reply to that was interrupted when Agent Brown walked in. "The plane is ready."

"So we won't be picked up?" Drakken paced around excitedly while making the phone call. "Yes, I do realize I asked that many times already. I'll bet you're picking up Kim Possible."

Shego smirked at the blue man's antics from the couch she was sitting on, filing her nails. "Tell him we will charge for travel expenses."

"You know, we can charge you for travel expenses… yes, I do understand we go there on a voluntary basis, but still…" Drakken made a gesture with his hand, indicating that whoever was on the other line was babbling. "Well, excuse me for wanting to arrive there in style. I doubt you even have a proper parking lot for a hover vehicle."

"They park just like any other car," Shego muttered under her breath. Then she had to grin again; maybe that was the problem. Drakken wasn't the best driver to begin with.

"So Kim Possible is also arriving by her own means." Drakken huffed. "Well, I'll have you know that she has the use of a rocket car…"

"And unlimited favors," Shego suggested.

"…And unlimited recourses," Drakken went on. "My hover car doesn't have those speeds… no, I don't have an airport nearby."

"But we can use my jet," Shego said.

"But we can use Shego's jet…" Drakken glared at his former henchwoman. "Shego!" He turned back to his phone call. "Well, it seems we have that figured out. We'll see you later today."

He hung up the phone and retuned his glare to Shego, who smirked back at him.

"I almost had them, stop putting words in my mouth."

"You can ignore them, you know," Shego replied.

Drakken shrugged. "You were doing so well on the first few… how can I trust you if you keep doing things like that?"

Shego chuckled. "Yeah right, like our relation is built on trust. Besides, I can do a lot better than put words in your mouth. If we go in my jet, we still have about four hours to kill."

Before Drakken could react, the green-skinned vixen had already pounced on him.

"Either I'm really confused about the time, or we're flying in the wrong direction," Kim said as she looked out of one of the airplane's windows.

"It's eleven AM," Ron offered. "What do you mean, we're flying in the wrong direction?"

"We should be flying east," Kim explained, "but we seem to be going too far north. I'm going to ask the pilot about this."

For a moment, Kim feared that this was a trap and she would be unable to get into the cockpit, but the door opened easily and she found Agent Jones, Agent Brown, and the co-pilot looking at her as well. The pilot seemed to be checking his instruments and wasn't paying much attention to the passengers.

"Excuse me," Kim said. "Where exactly are we going?"

"Rochester, New York," Agent Jones provided as if that would explain everything. When he noticed it didn't, he added, "We have a base there where we can prepare without disturbing other preparations."

Kim frowned. "Okay… would you mind handing me the Kimmunicator back, I'd like to level things with Wade for a moment."

"I'm sorry," the co-pilot said, "we can't allow broadcasting equipment on board. You can call your friend after we have landed."

Still doubtful, Kim returned to Ron and Will. "There's something fishy about this."

"Do you think this is a trap?" Ron asked, concerned.

"I'm not sure," Kim admitted, "if so, they're really going out of their way to make us comfortable."

"And then they'd still need to explain my presence," Will offered. "Why would they complicate matters by dragging me into this as well?"

Kim shrugged. "Maybe I'm just seeing things. Just be prepared for anything, okay?"

Ron smiled. "No problemo KP, that's what we're best at."

"Dr's Possible, Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable? Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, we are," Mrs. Dr. Possible said. The Possible and Stoppable families walked out, all neatly dressed, and stepped into the limousine that was waiting for them to bring them to the airport. "Wow, we're really driving in style."

The attendant nodded. "I take it Miss Possible and Mr. Stoppable are arriving on their own account?"

Mr. Stoppable frowned. "They were already picked up earlier this morning. Something about preparing everything."

The attendant thought for a moment, but then he shrugged. "I think that goes higher up than me then… I do wish they kept me informed at least a bit though." The latter he muttered under his breath.

Kim was still trying to figure out what to do when her earlobe tickled. "Ron! So not the time right now…"

"Kim," Wade voice suddenly sounded in the redhead's ear.

"Wade?"

"I couldn't reach you on the Kimmunicator," Wade said. "The signal seemed to be jammed."

"Yeah, they put it in a signal-shielding container," Kim muttered, still a bit put off that she had given up her communication device so easily. "Wait… when did you put receivers in my earrings?"

"Not important right now," Wade's voice sounded slightly nervous for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "There's a huge assembly of criminals going to Rochester. It seems like something similar to the villain convention. Maybe you can convince the pilot to divert to there and squeeze in a mission before the honoration. Also, one of the tunnel diggers that was going to connect GJ with the Canadian spy organization is very close to Rochester, so you can also send a complement of GJ agents that way."

"We're already headed for Rochester," Kim replied, then fell silent as the pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together.

"KP?" Ron asked; he and Will had been confused a bit by Kim's sudden monologue until they figured out she was talking to Wade.

"The challenge…"

"The what now?"

Kim's eyes widened. "We're being taken toward another 'honoration'!" she whispered. "Those guys in there aren't government agents, they're with The Guardians. That's why they brought Will along too."

Will frowned. "So we're being kidnapped in order to receive a reward?"

"Pretty much," Kim said in agreement. She then smirked. "Seems like GJ's original plan could still work."

"Hah, they thought they could outsmart us," Ron said, "but look who's the better now."

But Will Du wasn't so cheerful. "It just occurred to me, even if we send in a bunch of agents, we have nothing to go with to arrest those criminals. They'll be out before you know it."

"Good point," Kim said, "Wade, anything?"

"I have an idea," Wade smugly replied. "But you guys will have to act surprised and play along."

After the plane had landed and the door opened, Kim was not surprised to face both leaders of the Guardians. "Fancy meeting you here."

The dark-haired man smirked. "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, well, we do have another little something we need to go to, if you don't mind," Kim replied.

"Don't worry, you'll be back in plenty of time," the man said, "If you don't resist, that is. Otherwise we might need to keep you here for a longer time."

Kim huffed. "As if. Just let's get this over with, okay?"

The leaders of the Guardians seemed a little put off by the teens' easy acceptance, but they shrugged and gestured for the trio to follow them.

"So, could you finally tell us your names now?" Ron asked as they walked away from the plane.

"Yeah, great conversation," he muttered when his question was completely ignored.

"What purpose does this happening have anyway?" Kim asked. "I mean, I get why thieves want to win a prize and gain some credit. But why build a whole event around it?"

The female leader of the Guardians glanced over her shoulder before addressing the redhead. "It's fairly simple. We're the best and we like to keep it that way."

"Everyone who loses is not a good as we are," her partner added, "and those who win will be exposed, thus severely hurting their secrecy as thieves."

"That actually makes sense," Will Du muttered, "I have always been wondering what the purpose of this was."

The dark-haired man smirked. "And yet you tried to take advantage of it. Did you really think you would get an open invitation?"

"Loads of criminals heading this way are not that hard to notice," Kim retorted.

"No doubt, but pinning it down to Rochester is not enough to locate our base. And we'll make sure to shield you from any tracker long before you enter the actual location."

"Don't worry about that," Kim heard a soft voice in her ear. "They can only shield airwaves. The tunnel digger is already under your location and I can still track you using subsonic waves."

Kim had to put effort not to smile smugly at the backs of their hosts; it would do her no good if they happened to look back and wonder if she still had a trick up her sleeve.

It had been a while since Kim had to face so many criminals at the same time. A lot of them recognized her and watched her with apprehension as she and Ron walked up to the podium.

"Where criminals fail, heroes prevail, or so it seems." Somehow the leader of the Guardians managed to insult everyone present with his words, and his grin showed that was exactly what he had intended. "Kim Possible and her partner Ron Stoppable have proven to be the best amongst thieves and were the only ones capable of robbing us."

Kim didn't like to be put in the spotlight like that, but she was happy that Ron had been properly addressed.

The dark-haired man smirked. "Of course, this would never have happened without the help of Global Justice." He gestured at Will Du. "Their plan was to steal from us, and then capture most of you during this meeting."

Some of the criminals shifted uncomfortably upon hearing that news, but most of them laughed, as it was clear that GJ had failed. None of them noticed the thin, smoke-like particles that permeated through the ventilation system and settled on everyone inside.

After the ceremony, Kim, Ron and Will were brought back to the airport where a nondescript airplane was waiting to bring them to the UN headquarters.

"Have fun," the leader of the Guardians said, "and hopefully we meet again."

Kim smirked. "Count on it."

When they were airborne, the redhead contacted Wade. "Did it work?"

"Yeah," Wade replied smugly. "The tracking powder got them all. And this improved version will stick for a long time. If they are still active GJ will get really busy for the next few weeks."

"What about us?" Ron asked. "We got hit too."

"I'll neutralize those in a moment," Wade promised. "Oh, and don't worry about ethical issues; I've set one of my computers to work to track them and only alert me when some of them spend an unusual long time near a bank or other valuable risk."

Kim smiled. "You rock Wade."

"Sure took you long enough," Shego remarked when Kim and Ron finally arrived at the UN. Will had already diverted and joined the GJ complement that was present during the ceremony.

"We had a little delay," Kim said, "anything exciting happen?"

Shego glanced at Drakken and a smile formed on her lips.

Ron was the first to catch the meaning of that. "Eww. You're not supposed to mention things like that."

The green-skinned woman shrugged. "Is it my fault you catch some innuendo for once?"

Kim shook her head. "Right… let's just get ready for the ceremony, okay?"

Before they had to go to the stage, Kim and Ron just had time to meet up with their parents.

"Where have you been?" Kim's mother asked. "You left before us."

Kim shrugged. "We had to do a little mission on the side. No big."

More conversation had to wait, as an attendant politely asked the teens to follow him.

"Ok, when your name is called, you step forward and receive the medal." Kim, Ron, Drakken and Shego were once more instructed on the procedure of the honoration. "And after that, the press would like to ask you some questions."

"But I already received a medal," Drakken pointed out, holding up the medal that currently hung around his neck.

"And I don't do press conferences," Shego added.

Kim rolled her eyes, but the attendant quickly soothed the situation. "Mr. Lipsky, the medal you received previously was for your participation in warding off the aliens, the medal you are receiving today is for saving the world."

"I bet Kimmie has a closet full of those," Shego remarked with a grin.

"Miss Go, most of the questions will probably be aimed at Team Possible," the attendant continued. "Furthermore, we will intercept any question that is not directly related to your actions during the alien invasion and that you are uncomfortable answering."

"You've done press conferences before, right?" Ron asked. "Back in the day."

"Yeah, and I didn't like them one bit," Shego replied. "At least then Mr. Super Strong Glory Hog was taking up most of the picture."

Kim smirked. "Don't worry Shego, I won't try to steal away your spotlight."

Anything that Shego wanted to say in response was cut off when the attendant asked them to get to the stage.

The award ceremony went off without a problem; it was when the press started asking questions that the four heroes of the Lowardian invasion, as they were being called now, got a more difficult task.

"We've seen the alien walkers in action and military equipment was useless against them. How were you able to defeat their whole army?"

"With the power of nature," Drakken boasted, and right at that moment he lost his slowly increasing control over his flower power and bright yellow petals sprung from his neck.

As Drakken growled and started pulling the leaves from his body, Shego took over. "Once they were herded to one location it was easy for Dr. D to get them all."

"But what about the aliens?" another reporter asked. "Did they die? Are they kept in a military facility?"

"And what happened to their ship?" someone else joined in. "We have many eyewitnesses who saw it falling to Earth. Where are the remains?"

This time, the attendant chimed in. "Both aliens died. We think they crashed into their spaceship when they retreated."

Kim shot a glance at Ron, but he shrugged and nodded; this story was good enough, and conspiracy theorists wouldn't believe it anyway.

"What was your role in this Miss Possible? There were reports of you being abducted by the aliens before the attack."

Kim smiled. "Dr. Drakken and I were captured by Warhawk and Warmonga. Ron and Shego came to rescue us."

"You know their names? What happened on that ship?"

Kim frowned. "I'm not sure what you are implying, but these aliens acted very much like many of the super villains I encountered in the past; boasting about their plans, making sure I knew who they were and what they wanted." She ignored Drakken's accusing glare as she continued. "Dr. Drakken and I were put in a holding cell shortly after the invasion began and Warhawk and Warmonga ignored us until we broke out and disabled their ship."

"How could you disable their ship?"

"How did Shego and Ron manage to get to the ship?"

"Is it true that the blue lightning and the red sky just before the explosion of the ship were caused by magic?"

As the attendant explained that all these things were to be considered a military matter until more was found out, Kim and Ron shared a brief glance; it could spell trouble if people started putting one and one together and started to dig deeper into Ron's actions during the Lowardian attack.

Fortunately, the direction of the interview was changed when another reporter addressed Shego. "Miss Go, is it true that you have decided to quit villainy and return to Go City to rejoin Team Go?"

"Hego?" Kim asked in surprise as Shego slapped her hand over her face. Shego's older brother had done a really good job of disguising himself as a reporter, making Kim wonder whether he had gotten inspiration from the Superman comics; he did have some resemblance to the comic's protagonist, especially when he wore glasses like he was at the moment.

"What are you doing here?" Shego growled. "And what gave you the idea that I would come back?"

"So you are considering coming back?" Hego, still posing as a reporter, asked. Kim had to admit that he did a very good job of twisting a story to make it sound more interesting.

And it worked; more reporters began to ask similar questions. Things got really out of hand when questions were asked about Shego's interest in joining Team Possible.

Shego's hands already began to shimmer due to her frustration and annoyance, but once again, the attendant soothed the situation. "I would like to ask you to restrain your questions to the actions during the alien invasion. Questions regarding the future of Miss Go, Dr. Drakken, or a member of Team Possible can be asked in a separate interview or press conference if said persons are willing to attend. Besides, we only have time for a few more questions."

"Can you believe him?" Shego snapped as the four walked through the backstage area. The last couple of questions had been general, but it was clear that more reporters were at least somewhat interested in Shego's future; most likely exactly what Hego had planned. "I should have pounded him right there."

"I don't think that pounding someone in front of a lot of cameras is the best thing to do," Drakken said, "not if you want to lose your villain cred."

"He made me turn once before," Shego growled, "and he isn't shy of trying it again."

"He's just hoping to get the family back together," Kim suggested, "but Hego is just not too smart about it."

"I still should have hit him," Shego replied. "GHAAH, I really want to hit something."

"Maybe you should consider anger management," Ron said before his mind caught up with him. "I mean, take the anger out… don't look at me like that… KP…"

Kim smirked as Ron tried to find cover behind her, then she turned to the green-skinned woman. "We have been going without a fight for quite a while. If you want, we can have a match."

Shego shrugged. "I guess beating any goody two shoes will work." But it was clear she was interested.

"I see you've been training," Shego gasped before draining a water bottle.

Kim, also breathing heavily, smirked. "What did you think?"

"It does feel weird though," Ron said, "me not having to stop a doomsday device while watching the two of you fight."

Kim shrugged with a small grin. "It does take the pressure out of the fight."

Shego turned to Ron. "So what about you Stoppable, going to show your new powers?"

Kim frowned. "You know, we haven't put much thought to that. So, can you control those powers now?"

"No more than before," Ron admitted. "But Sensei seems to think I have reached my destiny. I tried to contact him and all he did was leave a message telling me that I now knew what to do."

Shego smirked. "Don't you just love mystic prophecies like that? Anyway, up for another round Kimmie?"

After a few more sparring matches, Shego left and went to locate Drakken, who had used the opportunity to check out a few of his hidden stashes and see whether they were still unfound. Kim hadn't had the heart to tell him that Global Justice had found the stashes mere days after he had obtained them.

"So you really can't use your powers freely?" Kim asked as she and Ron left for home. "I thought you had full control during the Lowardian invasion."

"So did I," Ron said, "but they still seem to come out only when they are really necessary."

Kim smiled. "And I'm flattered they came out for me. But don't you want to hone them more? Maybe if you explain everything to Sensei he will teach you to control them better."

"Maybe," Ron conceded. "But for now I'm happy with the introspective I got then."

Kim decided not to press the issue; she got the feeling that Ron was still unsure about the Mystical Monkey Powers and that he somehow associated them with Zorpox. And the last thing she wanted to do was get him back to the surface.

"What kind of mission happened when you were on your way to the ceremony?" Kim's father asked during dinner.

Kim shrugged. "Remember that 'challenge' mission Ron and I did around Christmas? Apparently we won and they wanted to congratulate us, but being villains and all meant that they couldn't just send an invitation."

Mr. Dr. Possible nodded; sometimes it was better not to dig too deeply into Kim's mission life. Things got really confusing really quickly.

"Shego was about to blow that reporter up at the award," Jim then said enthusiastically, changing the subject.

"That was no reporter," Kim replied, "unless Hego decided to switch jobs."

Mr. Dr. Possible muttered something about show people, but didn't respond otherwise.

Shego did seem quite agitated by it though," Kim's mother said, "has she ever talked to someone about her experiences of being a hero and turning to villainy?"

Kim frowned in thought. "I don't think so, and suggesting it can get you in a lot of hurt."

"Well, whatever you did to that Will Du guy seemed to have paid off," Tim said, "He was even polite to us when we met him in the hallway just before the ceremony."

"You mean that Global Justice agent?" Mrs. Dr. Possible asked. "But he was always such a gentleman."

"You only saw one side of him, mom," Kim responded. "But he did turn over a new leaf… I'm more worried about his parents though, they're pretty high up in political business."

"His father is Senator Du?" Mr. Dr. Possible asked, to which Kim nodded. "Wow, you don't want to cross those guys."

"Already did," Kim deadpanned, "apparently they want to take control of GJ. That's also the reason I was put in Dr. Director's position."

Kim's father frowned. "Do they want to take steps against you?"

Kim sighed. "I don't know. But if they do, I'd like to be prepared."

"Und vhy do I need a suit? My usual attire was always enough."

"Because we still need all advantages to make a good impression. Now let the tailor do his work."

The poor tailor didn't know who he should be more afraid of, the small and volatile German who apparently owned an array of weapons of destruction and whose inseam he was about to measure, or the lawyer who could apparently boss the man around.

At least the tailor did know that he would never take assignment via HenchCo anymore.

A/N: I hope you liked this chapter, more is on the way.