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Getting There's Only Half The Battle
Their trip didn't take that long. Kim and Wolverine soars over 236-million miles, the distance between Earth and Mars, in under 3-seconds flat. They emerge back on Earth, inside a dimly lit warehouse.
Wolverine wasn't scared, only uncomfortable. He knew, this wasn't a secret base. It was too small, dimly lit, and poorly guarded. She was up to something else. "What's our plan, Chiyoko?"
"Simple, Father," Kim flips a light switch. "We're setting a trap for Fury's master assassin. I'm the bait, and you're the hunter. You'll have one shot at capturing this psycho".
Wolverine was a prolific hunter. He saw her plan's shrewdness. Live bait would attack a predator like Red Hawke faster. Alas, the father in him still worried about her safety, not that he'd admit that aloud "How's this plan of yours going to play out, Chiyoko?" Maybe more detail would ease his reservations.
"First, we must pick up our rides, which is why we're here".
"What do we do then?"
"I rescue my cousin".
"You know where she is?"
"Of course, I do," she nods with a mischievous smirk. "I set her up with a new identity, which I'll leak when we get closer to where she's hiding".
"Where are we?"
"A secret Team Possible storage facility, Father," she hedges his question.
She didn't' fool anyone. Wolverine discerns she'd hedged his question. He didn't push the issue, since he'd learn more when she's ready. Push her for information and she'll only clam up tighter. And she wouldn't tell him anything else. "Which ride is mine, Chiyoko".
"You'll use the 2016 Mercedes Benz MG SL Convertible, Ron's old ride. The 2016 Lamborghini Keneno is mine. I must warn you. These car's come fully loaded with gadgets. If you run into an issue, and are unsure what you should do, just ask your onboard computer, Annie. She will direct what you should do in a given situation. Whatever you do, Father? Catch this maniac".
"Oh, he won't get away. Where are we headed, Chiyoko?"
"Eureka, Nevada, Father".
"What's there?"
"Joss teaches at Eureka High School. We're in Reno, NV, about 243 miles away, or approximately a 4-hour drive. We should stop and refuel before entering Eureka, too". Kim slides behind the wheel, turns over the ignition, and peels out. The Keeneno's rear slides sideways kicking up dust and smoke.
Wolverine laughs, shaking his head, "To be young again". He slides behind the convertible's wheel, falling behind the speed demon.
Kim leaves the warehouse district, merges with U.S.-50 East and guns her engine wide open. She rests her right palm over the dash screen. A green light scans her prints. "Annie, online," she orders.
"Whoa, Kimmie, love these newer digs better than my previous ones".
"Glad you approve, Annie," Kim laughs. "Stay interfaced with Wolverine's car. He isn't familiar with your systems".
"Will do, Kim".
"Engage the TDVI cloak".
"Engaged".
"What the hell's going on, Chiyoko?" Wolverine complains, feeling his whole-body shift in time and space, here and there, everywhere at once.
"Calm down, Father. I initiated an experimental cloak. That, along with our polarized armor shield plating, Nevada highway patrol may detect speeders nearby but won't be able to get a positive lock on us. They'll figure their equipment is malfunctioning".
"You're nearly 10 miles ahead of me," he complains about her speed. "How can I protect you? Or catch this madman if you leave me in the dust, Chiyoko?"
"Oh, I forgot to explain. The manufacturer capped your vehicle at 155 mph, but with Wade's special millennium thrust charger allows you to achieve 200-mph or better".
"Annie, engage cold fusion millennium thrust charger".
Wolverine's Benz abruptly lets loose. The engine experiences less drag and speedometer ceases to register his car's velocity. "Now we're talking," he cheers the boost in speed.
"Meet me near home base, but don't slide in. We must lure this assassin into the open by giving him what he wants most".
"And what's that, Chiyoko?"
"I think you already know, Father. Like it or not, my cousin and I are the perfect bait. Only, we must stop this maniac, before he harms any more innocent people, while trying to get to us. Oh, for the duration of this mission, your handle will be S, only answer unto that callsign".
"Got it, Chiyoko," Wolverine abides by her eccentricities. He only desired to be at her side when she finally confronted this monster. Maybe he could dissuade her taking vengeance. He didn't know. At least he could try.
Acquiring Their Attention
Kim keeps the hammer down, burning up the highway. Her tires hugging the road tighter with each closing mile. Eyes locked dead ahead. Hands firmly gripping her steering wheel. A thousand 'what ifs' racing through her mind. Each tragedy only spurs her forward, that much harder and faster.
She reaches Eureka, NV, in under 2-1/2 hours. She decreases her speed, leaves U.S.-50 East, and merges right, following Ridgetop Road unto the end, turning right again on Vandal Way.
"Annie, ring Joss".
Joss was busy teaching her 4th period mathematics class. Wade disguised her kimmunicator as a smart-phone, a Samsung Galaxy S8. Administrative policy mandated all cell phones, even teachers', remain off during class hours. Hers was tucked away in her purse inside her bottom desk drawer.
Kim didn't know this. "C'mon, Joss, answer the damn phone," Kim grumbles impatiently, over the S8's incessant ringing, and no one picking up. It'd gone to voice mail six times already.
"Sorry, Kim, her phone is turned off and keeps going to voice mail".
"I don't have time for her games," Kim pounds the steering wheel. "Annie, auto-reactivate Joss' cell phone/kimmunicator".
"Command code authorization?" Annie accesses its internal security protocols.
"Kimberly Anne Possible Stoppable, Sigma-Omega-7-9-Charlie".
"Command code authorization accepted. Override in progress".
Annie disengages the cloak, since they were so close unto the high school.
Kim reverts back unto her old self.
Joss Possible's kimmunicator comes alive, singing Team Possible's iconic 'Call Me, Beep Me' tune. Joss stops amidst her current lecture, eyeing her bottom drawer.
"Kim, she's still not picking up".
"Activate the speaker".
Annie hooks into the phone's audio system, "It's activated, Kim".
"Evie, answer the damn phone, before I come in there and spank your ass in person".
Joss clears her throat, embarrassed, but not wanting her students exposed to such foul language. Her face turns beet red under her students' confusing leer. She places her marker on the white board, walks over and pulls open her bottom right-hand drawer. She rummages through her purse pulling out her Samsung Galaxy S8. "Evelyn Navarra here," Joss deactivates the speaker.
"Joss, it's Kim. Get your ass outside".
"I can't just leave..."
"Your cover is blown," Kim deadpans.
"What?" Joss gasps, sieged by near paralyzing terror.
"I repeat, your cover is blown. Get outside".
Her cover was blown. Her ears stopped up. And mind truncated everything else. "How?" Joss glares around her classroom. She worried about her young students' safety.
"I don't have time to explain in great details. Just know, if you want to keep those kids alive, you'd best get your ass outside now. No doubt you heard the latest news coverage. A team of special op assassins tried to kill Ron and me last night, mom, dad, and the tweebs this morning, and the Stoppables and Loads less than 6-hours later. Another team is closing on your position now".
Joss now understood the gravity of this situation. She collects her nerves querying, "How long do I have until zero hour, Cuz?
Her students gape, exchanging perplexing glimpses. They'd never heard a teacher speak like a female spy straight out of some James Bond movie.
"10-minutes tops, Joss," Kim answers curtly. "Look outside your classroom, Little Cousin". A metallic midnight black Lamborghini Veneno shimmers into open view, coming to a screeching halt adjacent her classroom. Kim revs her engine multiple times getting everyone's attention. She anticipated the principal would call Eureka PD report this disturbance.
She only prayed, police present would also dissuade Red Hawke from targeting these kids or their families, thinking maybe Joss held some affection for these people. Joss and she were his primary targets. Get Joss and flee. He'd be better motivated to pursue them. Kim gets out and steps into the open. She waves at the mob of cheering students, crowded around their classroom windows.
The quarter back's girlfriend immediately recognized the venerable redhead. "Wow, teach," she exclaims with deep jealousy and admiration, "you know Kim Possible?"
"Know her? She's my cousin. My real name is Joss Possible".
"Oh, that's so cool," a young girl near the front of the class snaps her teacher's photo, then takes Kim's too. "Do you ever go on missions with her?"
"Plenty of times," Joss boasts with pride.
Joss' kimmunicator was a cell phone, but also a listening device. Kim could hear everything being said inside the classroom. "Let's move, Cuz," she spurs her cousin. "Now isn't he time to boast about our adventures with our fans. Assassins. Lots of guns. 6-minutes and closing. Let's move, move, move, Little Cousin".
"Go, go, go," her students start to chant.
Joss grabs her purse, exits the classroom, turns right, and heads down the hall. She takes the side exit door emerging in the side lot. She spots the Lamborghini sitting in open view. Engine revving. A signal, she should hasten her pace, which she does. The passenger door rises into the air. Joss hops inside the passenger seat barely strapping herself safety belt in time.
Hitch In The Plan
Kim lunges forward but stomps her brakes, as a police cruiser screeches up behind and another in front, boxing them in. Both drivers and their partners jump out and kneel behind their doors. Windows down. Glock pistols in hand. The OIC warns them over a bullhorn, "Driver, turn off your engine, and slowly get out of the car, or we will open fire".
"Annie, how close is Red Hawke?"
"Approximately 4-minutes and 24-seconds, Kim".
"I so don't have time to negotiate with these people," Kim eyes the police officers and school full of children, watching her every move. She pounds her steering wheel, thinking, 'If only Joss came out sooner? They wouldn't be in this precarious situation'. She despised what must be done next. Her naivety overruled her common sense earlier. This 'small town' department couldn't match Hawke's paramilitary group's firepower, no doubt supplemented by Jupiter Kipling.
"Annie, activate auto assault mode," she gives the last order she ever wanted to give, especially around her younger cousin, who idolizes her, thinking she can't do any wrong. Headlights and taillights peels back. 20-inch recoilless electric mini-guns protrude out their alcoves.
"I suggest you move, or…" She didn't complete her warning.
The Officer-In-Charge (OIC) gasps in shock. He'd never seen anything like this, except in James Bond movies. Mini-guns protruded from this suspect's headlights. "Fire," he orders without hesitation.
Various caliber Glocks, even a few assault rounds, hammer her exterior arm. Students scream in terror, hitting the floor. Joss' class heard Kim mention assassin. Every boy and girl imagines these cops being those assassins, only in disguise.
"I tried to warn you, Mister, but you wouldn't listen. You had to be the hero. Make an example of you, maybe your buddies in the back will listen," Kim grumbles to herself, but loud enough for Joss to hear.
"Annie, fire," she countermands the OIC's order.
Annie targets the front cruiser, tracking every officer's real-time movements, being careful not to hit any. She opens with raw fury. 5.56-mm HEI rounds shred the police car ahead, perforating the radiator, blowing the hood slam off its hinges, flattening both front tires, even shattering the front windshield. The bullets only kept coming.
Their ammo didn't make a dent in this assailant's vehicle. Both officers in front abandon their squad car. Those behind drop back, taking cover behind their trunk. 9-mm rounds continued to pelt Annie's trunk and back windshield, but did little except scratch her paint job.
Kim issues the officers in back a sterner warning, "I'd advise you officers in the back vacate your car, or you will be roasted alive". Her tag folds down. A metallic flamethrower barrel protrudes outside its alcove.
They'd seen what this assailant did unto their colleagues' cruiser. And both recognized a military grade flame thrower. Neither debates her resolve or intentions, and abandons their vehicles, running and diving into a ditch nearby.
Annie spews a string of fire. This miasmic cocoon completely consumes their vehicle within seconds. The fiberglass body quickly heat up, and car explode mere seconds later, spewing black smoke high into the air and spreading debris over the school parking lot.
Annie arms, then targets the front cruiser firing. A 40-mm RPG detonates upon impacting what's left of the car's engine block. The projectile easily ruptures the gas tank, amplifying the resulting explosion. The concussive blasts tear the fiberglass body apart, flipping its steel-aluminum body over into the same ditch, while scattering its engine parts and other debris over the front lawn.
"Sorry about this," she apologizes, no time to justify her actions. She guns her engine, not fleeing like a criminal, though she was one now, but trying to draw Hawke away from the school.
Joss just sat in the passenger seat, dumbfounded by her cousin's actions. She never thought she'd live to see this day. Sure, she'd seen the news reports about her cousin being a criminal now, but she never put much stock in what she hears on television. Now, she witnesses her cousin almost massacre four police officers, and endanger a school full of kids.
Then, again, she couldn't forget what she did a few years back. She massacred those WEE agents trying to harm hers, Ron's, and Wade's families. She could kinda understand that, but this. She only knew, this sitch was way more dangerous than portrayed on television. Head hung over. Heart heavy with doubts. A thousand 'what ifs' plagued her mind. And her cousin wasn't in the mood for 20-questions.
Kim, in the meantime, didn't head back the same way she'd come. She turns right onto U.S.-50 East heading towards Ruth, instead of left back towards Reno.
"Annie, alert Father about our change in direction".
"Will do, Kim".
Tactical Decision
He'd located Possible. That'd proven harder than anticipated. Who knew he'd find her and Joss together? He should've known she'd hid her little cousin. Taking them would be too easy. They needed her family and tech wiz's location. Find them, and he'd find Gold Heart. He had a plan.
He'd engage Possible. She'd no doubt contact Ares. He was somewhere nearby, or close enough where he could provide Possible and her ground forces with tactical updates. His team would find him, then they'd learn everything they needed to know about her operation.
Back inside Annie.
Joss finally recovers her initial shock. She knew what she wanted to ask, "Was that really necessary back there, Cuz?"
Kim didn't have to answer her inquiry.
Red Hawke did, activating his car's supercharger and pulling alongside his marks vehicle. Passenger window down. P90 assault rifle in his hand and firing on full auto. 5.7-mm rounds hammer the front driver's side window.
Kim perceived what he was doing. He'd brought a team, but engaged them alone. That could only mean, his team was dedicated to locating her field support team. She wasn't one to disappoint, but does so with a twist. "S, where are you?"
"2-minutes behind and closing, Chiyoko," a female voice comes over the com.
"Make it quicker, Father, we're under attack. And it's him," Kim slams on brakes.
Wolverine hears a young girl screaming, followed by automatic gunfire. He mashes his gas.
Red Hawke races ahead.
Auto defenses still active. Plenty of rounds still left inside her recoilless rifles' chambers.
Red Hawke slams on brakes, parked sideways across the road. He spots her car, sitting idle in the middle of the road. He knew she was up to something, but wouldn't be intimidated so easily. Hawke guns his engine and heads back towards them.
Kim didn't budge, firing without hesitation. 5.56-mm HEI rounds hammer Hawke's car. Its armor plating absorbed every round, buckling a little more with each successive hit.
He wouldn't last long at this rate. Red Hawke jam his accelerator all the way. His back tires squeal in protest, smoke and kicking up debris. His 2015 Dodge Charger thunders towards them faster than ever.
Kim knew, she couldn't stop his vehicle in time. For all she knew, Hawke's vehicle could be rigged to explode upon impacting her, taking them and himself out at the same time. Such tactics wasn't beyond his breeds' scope. Kim executes a U-turn and heads back towards town.
"S, get off the road," she warns Wolverine. "We're headed back towards town".
"Red Hawke, we have a positive lock," his com analyst alerts him.
"Good, maintain a positive lock on whoever she's talking with," he disconnects.
"Copy that," he acknowledges her change in plans. "He won't spot me"
"Annie, release the oil slick on my mark, then wait exactly 3-seconds dropping the tire spikes. That should slow him down, until we can set our final trap". Kim car pulls ahead leaving him behind.
Red Hawke maxes his engine closing the gap. P90 stuck outside the front driver's side window firing 5.7-mm ammo on full auto.
AP rounds grill her trunk, taillights, even ricocheting off the road in every possible direction. Annie starts to auto-repair her new body. "Now, Annie," Kim orders, perceiving the driver's preoccupation.
Annie activates her oil slick.
His front tires lose traction. Red Hawke slams on brakes losing control. He drops his assault rifle, grasps both hands around the steering wheel, trying to regain control. No matter how he maneuvers his steering wheel, his vehicle continued to skid uncontrollably pivoting in the oil slick.
Annie waits 3-seconds, then disperses over 30 tire spikes. Each metallic object tumbles over the road, designed in such a way, so a sharpened edge would always be pointing upwards regardless how the spikes landed. Each was sharp enough to puncture even run-flat tires.
Red Hawk's executes a complete 360-degree skidding-turn revolution. A tire spike deflates his front driver tire. His car jerks left, followed almost instantaneously by his back-passenger side tire blowing. His vehicle starts to spin faster. The road's rocky texture eats away the flat tires' rubber. The rims scrape along the asphalt striking sparks along the way.
The sparks act like a proverbial match, igniting the oily residue covering the road. A trail of flames sweeps in every direction, even racing up behind his vehicle so fast. His car couldn't outrun them. He closes his eyes waiting on the inevitable. He might've perished, if his brakes hadn't locked up, sending his vehicle tumbling across the road, up an embankment, and into a nearby field.
His team hears their boss crash. His com goes dead. His com analyst could get a lock on his car's last coordinates. The tracker was dead, or the homer damaged during the crash. For now, they wait. Red or Mr. Kipling would contact them when ready to make their next move.
Family Squabble
"Annie, initiate TDVI clocks, before engaging flight modes".
"Will do, Kim".
"What the hell's..." Wolverine wails as his car abruptly climbs in altitude.
"Relax, S, we're heading to our next destination".
"And where's that?"
"I don't know yet. Sit back and enjoy the ride, because, you're guaranteed to see some action at our next stop, S".
"You'd better be right, Chiyoko," Wolverine cracks his knuckles.
"Kim, what in tarnations go'nz ohn 'ere, Cuz?"
"Long story, short, the United Nations has put a $200 billion bounty on my head".
"What fer?"
"Have you heard about Aconasema?"
"Ya becha I haf'. She's meaner than a tick on a pig's ear. What's she haf do widz you, Cuz?"
"This isn't common knowledge. I was seriously wounded on a mission, three years ago".
"How bad?"
"There's no easy was to say it, but straightforward. I was dying, Joss. Mom operated on me three times. And she still couldn't stop my hemorrhaging. Aconasema saved my life".
"How?"
"We're fused".
"Iz'at ther's why those G-men want yuz dead, Cuz?"
"That, and they want my daughter".
"Daughter?"
Kim shakes her head.
"Dip me in molasses and call me pickled. I haf' a lil' cuz'n".
"Her name's Hana".
"Is Ron's de lil' belle's father?"
"No, but his family is raising her".
"Woo-wee, if 'dat don't be all," she shakes her head. Imagining what the little girl must be like, given, she's her cousin's daughter.