Felix Renton entered his room, stretched, yawned, looked around, and sighed. He was bored. That, and he was still getting used to being alone most of the time he wasn't at work. Although He and Monique had never made it official, they'd still spent a lot of time together. Felix was going to miss that. Although, he didn't blame her. Things had been…hard after Kim…left. Everyone had different reactions. Most of them hadn't been positive. The rest of Team Possible had driven themselves to honor Kim and Shego's memories by taking up the slack. In their own way, so had Team Go. It was rare to see them outside of work. Kim's family had simply given up. They still went through the motions, but the energy, the drive that made them Possibles, just wasn't there anymore. As for Felix and Monique, well, they'd simply fallen apart. Stopped making plans, stopped meeting up, and finally, stopped speaking to each other. Felix sighed again and reached for a cup of coffee that sat atop a pile of old blueprints. To his surprise, the mug came off with little effort, even though it had been there since that morning, and had actually formed a ring on the paper. Still clutching the cold mug, Felix examined the papers more carefully. They were old schematics for chair upgrades. It was all stuff he either hadn't needed, or never got around to making.
Felix gave a puzzled "Hmph." before checking the day's security feeds.
It never hurt to be careful.
Ron and Yori moved forward, crawling silently through the ventilation shaft. Ron silently wished, once again, that Rufus was with him, but the little guy was a bit under the weather earlier, and thus, had been left at Yamanouchi. Monkey Fist had carved his newest base out of the inside of a mountain, but thankfully that meant that air ducts were all the more necessary. The two members of Team Possible were dressed in the usual uniform. Black long sleeve turtlenecks, brown cargo pants, gloves, and utility belts filled with useful gadgets. Yori still had her signature bladed fans, and Wade had made Ron a small foot long cylinder that, when twisted, extended into a bo staff. After five months, Team Possible was back in action. No sooner had the thought passed through his head when the vent below him slid away, leaving the two ninja to hit the floor below with a dull thud. Ron was first to regain his footing, his staff in his hands and expanding as he did so. A quick glance behind him showed that Yori too was up. Her fan blades were drawn as well. The two of them seemed to be in a large, and ancient, chamber. The ruins looked familiar, but neither had time to examine them closely.
"Well, well, well." A chilling voice resounded throughout the room.
In unison, Ron and Yori looked towards the source of the voice. Near the top of the chamber, was a Plexiglas observation room. Inside, Monkey Fist sat in a large armchair, beaming smugly down at them.
"At least Yamanouchi sent their best warrior." Monkey Fist drawled as he glanced at Yori. "They recognize my power." His eyes turned to Ron. "And look, you brought your pet. Not that he'll be of much use to you."
"The joke's on you Monty!" Ron taunted. "Because Rufus isn't even here!"
Monkey Fist shot Ron a glance that showed what he thought of Ron's intelligence. "I wasn't talking about the rodent."
Ron blinked once. Then twice. Then twice again. "Hey…" Ron whined. "So not a pet."
"Regardless." Monty continued, working himself into a maniacal rant. "You will finally meet your match here, Ron Stoppable." Monkey ninjas began to pour into the chamber, surrounding Ron and Yori. "I discovered this place by accident while carving out my newest lair. It's quite exotic, don't you think?" Ron opened his mouth to comment, but Monkey Fist continued anyways. "This marvelous place has a rather unusual ability. I only recently discovered it for myself." He grinned, but there was no joy in his expression. Only malice. "It suppresses the Mystical Monkey Power."
Ron audibly gulped. It was only through sheer willpower that Yori didn't do the same. Ron relied on the Power that he possessed to get himself out of hopeless situations. Glancing around at the hundreds of monkey ninjas that occupied the room with him, Ron decided that this was indeed a hopeless situation. He and Yori adopted identical stances, each covering the other's back.
"Okay." Ron muttered. "I'm on this half."
Yori nodded. "It will be my honor to subdue this side."
"We got this." Ron tried to smile, but it was obviously, painfully, forced.
"Monkey ninjas," Monkey Fist said, much more quietly than he usually did. "Attack."
As one, the horde of simian warriors launched themselves at Ron and Yori. Ron's staff became a blur of continuous motion as he slammed it into opponent after opponent, sending them flying. Behind him, Yori was slashing her fans in elegant patterns, shredding uniforms, weapons, and fur alike. Most of her opponents were content to stay away after just one encounter with her weapons. Their attacks were staving off their adversaries for the moment, but they were a few moments away from being overwhelmed. Yori realized that first, and launched herself into the heart of the horde. She slid around them, moving like water, landing strikes and slashing her blades whenever she saw an opening. Monkeys scrambled to get out of her path, their nerve returning only when she was facing away from them. Ron charged in the opposite direction. His staff knocked aside swathes of monkeys, sometimes hitting multiple adversaries during the course of one swing. Piles of unconscious ninja soon littered the room, but Ron and Yori's new tactics were beginning to cost them. With each blow, Ron's staff grew heavier in his hand. His blows slowed slightly, his breath became labored. A quick glance confirmed that Yori was in a similar state. Within minutes, their degraded performance had them covered in cuts, scrapes, and what would definitely be bruises later. Monkey Fist had planned for this. He knew that Yamanouchi ninja trained in a very specific style of martial arts. They used stealth, crippling blows, and constant movement to end fights as quickly as possible. That left them at an enormous disadvantage in a prolonged battle. Ron was busy trying to shake off a trio of monkeys that were trying to force him to the ground, when a resounding boom shook the chamber. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the origin of the sound; the wall opposite Monkey Fist. Even Monty himself stood, his gaze fixed on the wall. Seconds dragged on, and nothing else happened. One by one, the monkeys began to turn back to Ron and Yori. Ron tried to slip into a defensive stance. He really did. But he couldn't. His arms felt like they were encased in lead. His legs were threatening to give way from beneath him. Dark spots crawled at the corners of his vision. He really needed a burst of M.M.P more than anything at the moment, but it wasn't coming. Ron gulped, swayed, and collapsed.
"Ron-kun!" He heard Yori shout.
From behind him, Ron heard a pattern of footsteps, a series of monkey shrieks, and a series of muffled thumps. Ron listened as Yori cried out in pain, then heard a dull thud close behind him. The monkeys began eagerly circling Ron, closing in steadily. This was where Rufus came in and saved the day. Or Kim. Or Shego. Hell, even Dr. D would work, Ron couldn't afford to be picky. But as the monkeys loomed over him, for once, Ron began to accept the gravity of the situation.
"Stay back." Ron groaned weakly. "I know kung fu."
The nearest monkey gave what might've been a chortle, and reached for Ron. Another loud boom shook the lair. It was closer this time. And louder. Small patches of rock fell from the ceilings and walls. Ron, and the monkey ninjas watched as a section of the wall in front of them collapsed, creating a small opening. When the dust cleared, Ron saw a figure sitting comfortably in the doorway. It was unrealistically, unbelievably, impossibly, Kim. She was in a wheelchair, one that looked slightly more heavily armed that the average tank, and the same fire burned in her eyes. The same Kimness. Faced with this new reality, Ron did the only responsible thing a sidekick in this position could do. He fainted.