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Kim Possible: Rogue

By LJ58

7

"We're compromised," Betty told Will in her makeshift office after they returned from the bungled op. "That's beyond obvious now."

"They knew where we were before we even set up," Will agreed. "They even knew where Stoppable would be, and ensured he was lured out of play."

"Yes," the head of GJ agreed. "We have no other choice, Will. Forget Phoenix, transmit to all stations. We're going to Ghost Protocols asap. As in, immediately."

"Ghost," Will stared somberly. "Do you think that's….?"

"Necessary? Yes, Will. It's time to start over. Maybe a provisional shutdown will also rid us of whoever is leaking our plans. As of now, only five people will be inside our command structure. Only five. We trust no one else."

"I understand. You, and I. Obviously Wade."

"Stoppable."

"And….?"

"You haven't met them. The most covert, highly placed agent in the world. She's not so much GJ, as she is independent I subcontracted, but I'd trust her with my life."

"She?"

"No, it's not Possible," Dr. Director sighed. "I wish it were, but she really did vanish on us. That, too, is a mystery I would like off our books," she added with a deep frown. "Now, transmit the update, and then prepare to shut down all current ops in this area as of now. I'll introduce you to our special agent afterward."

"Afterward?"

"I'm going to personally debrief Wade, and then get him out of here before anyone can think to follow him."

"Understood," he nodded.

KP

"We definitely have a rat somewhere," Ron complained as he and Dr. Possible drove home after the excitement finally calmed down, and the military showed up to take over GJ's security to close down the Center until everything was reviewed to their satisfaction. "They spotted us coming a mile off."

"It certainly seemed like that snake fellow knew you. And didn't like you."

"He does, and he doesn't. He felt I never had a place at Yamanouchi."

"Too clumsy," James asked with a bland smile.

"Too Western. Yet here he is, working for someone here for money. I think, in the end, Fukishima is just a greedy, egotistic sort that wants the fame. He never cared about tradition, or anything else. At least, nothing….honorable," he murmured.

"Reminds me of someone else," he frowned.

"Really?"

"Well, not to tell tales, but Drew was the same way in college. It was all about 'Me, me, me. Look at me. Listen to me.' And if you ever contradicted him, he could rant like no one else."

"So," Ron murmured. "He was always nuts."

James blinked, then gave a faint smirk.

"Why, yes. I suppose he was. Of course, back in my day, we just called it eccentric. But he was very eccentric."

They drove on in silence, getting near Ron's house, and then James asked, "So, do you think Drew might have had something to do with….Kimberly?"

"Unlikely."

"How can you be sure, Ronald? He does have his moments, and I know he never quite got over being bested by….. Well, a girl."

"Guess you didn't hear. A few years ago, there was some kind of mishap in his private lab. He's been comatose ever since. It apparently happened right about the same time Kim disappeared."

"I didn't know that," Ron was told. "How curious. I did wonder why we hadn't heard from him lately. For a while, he was forever sending us invitations to his 'next big thing.' Not that it was, of course. But, you know Drew….."

"Yeah," Ron agreed. "I remember. You're probably right. He was all about the attention. But, I don't think he would have done something like grab KP without doing a whole lot of crowing."

"No. Drew always was one to toot his own horn. Even if you didn't want to hear it. Say, what about that Shego character? She has really gotten up to no good lately. Do you think….?"

"Honestly? I don't know, Dr. P. I just don't know. But I promise you, before this is over, I am going to find out. Somehow, I'm going to find out," he said, staring out the window as the streets passed by.

"Just be careful. Don't forget, you let your folks know you're all welcome over any time. We don't forget our friends," he told Ron needlessly. "And it's always good to see you, too," he told him with a smile.

"Thanks, Dr. P. I'm just glad everyone got out okay. Sorry about the reactor, but…. At least no one got hurt this time."

"Oh, no worries. Pietyr could build another one in his sleep, I'm certain. He's probably smarter than most realize, and now that he knows the process, it's just a matter of building another engine core to contain the process to begin fusion."

"Is that right," he murmured even as his communicator he had taken to carrying again at Wade's request suddenly chirped.

He glanced over at Kim's father, and thumbed the switch, and Wade's face appeared at once.

"Ron, do you remember your provisional training at GJ your senior year?"

Ron got the feeling Wade was being super-serious, and simply murmured, "A bit."

"Ghost."

"Gotcha. Guess I'll talk to you later, Wade. Take care."

"Watch your back," Wade said, and the screen went dark.

"Ron?"

"Things just got way beyond serious," Ron told him. "I know the boys aren't around any longer, but…. You might want to ensure your house security is still working, and activate it. I'm going to check my folks' place as soon as we get in," he added.

"That bad," he said, turning down the block that led to Ron's house.

Ron's eyes swept the yards and houses around them, along with the growing shadows as the sun began to set.

"Worse," he murmured as the family car pulled up in front of the Stoppables' drive.

"Hmmmm. Maybe I'd better dust off the Roth after all. It'd be better suited for anything….unusual."

"Whatever you think, Dr. P. Just be careful. Meanwhile, I'm going to try to…..dig up some answers. Be careful," he said, and shoved the door open.

"You, too, Ronald," James Possible told him.

Ron waved over his shoulder, and headed up the drive to step into his folks' house.

"About time you got in," Will Du told him with a bland tone as Ron froze when he realized that Du, and even Dr. Director, were both sitting in his house.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Last place anyone would think to look for us," the one-eyed agent told him. "I assume Wade got through to you?"

"He told me you just shut down Global Justice. Are things really…..?"

"We were obviously compromised. I couldn't trust anyone. I certainly couldn't trust our own communication lines. I wasn't even sure of the efficacy of half the reports we were getting."

"That bad?"

"I think we're being set up to take the fall for something, Ronald," Betty told him as Ron's mother came into the room with a tray, carrying steaming cups of tea for them. "If not, we were being led away from something that would make anything else meaningless if we failed. Either way, it's bad."

"Ronnie, I didn't hear you come in. Honestly, you're as quiet as a….. Well, you certainly have learned to be quiet," his mother cut herself off.

"It's okay, mom. Dr. Director knows I'm a ninja."

"Oh. Well, okay. I wasn't sure what was going on, but when she showed up….."

"As I said, I am sorry to intrude, Mrs. Stoppable," Betty told her, taking a cup from the tray. "But as soon as we can, we will be out of your hair. We just needed to….confer with your son for a moment while awaiting our contact."

"That's quite all right. We don't mind guests at any time. Ron," she turned to her son. "Would you like some tea? It's that green kind you like."

"That'd be nice, mom," he nodded, and walked over to sit in his dad's chair, as he was yet to make it home.

"I won't be a sec," she told him, and headed for the kitchen.

"So, what are you planning?"

"We have to…..do some sneaking about of our own. I wanted to stop by first, and give you what little we do have. Some of it even Wade doesn't have, but I couldn't trust our channels weren't compromised, so we came in person. As I said, it's the last move anyone would expect considering our…..recent antipathy."

"Goes without saying. Almost makes me think you planned it this way, and chose to try to alienate me so people wouldn't think you would….."

Ron paused, and frowned at her.

"You did plan it that way."

"A good leader plans for anything," Dr. Director nodded. "Even the unlikely."

"Okay, when I used to say things like that, people laughed."

"We don't laugh much in this business," Will told him as he calmly sipped his tea as if concerned with nothing else.

Ron leaned over, took the file, and set it on his lap.

"That file, I admit, is mostly speculation on my part, and some rumors and guesses culled by Will over the last few years chasing leads that almost always managed to dry up every time he followed them. I wager even you know how unlikely having every single lead vanish as soon as you hear about it is?"

"Beyond unlikely."

"Be careful of Big Daddy Brotherson, too. We think he's involved, too. He was the source of a lot of bad leads," Will told him.

"Stands to reason. He was always involved in everything shady," Ron recalled.

"He sent me on my last wild goose chase," Will told him. "Right before we were led into an ambush."

Ron only nodded as his mother returned just then, handed him a cup of tea, and he sipped it calmly as he casually opened the front of the folder, glanced at the first of several pages. Many handwritten notes in the margins, and stared at what was being suggested on that page alone.

"Intense," he murmured, closing the folder when his mother took a seat, smiling around her.

"I'm going to ask you destroy that after you read it. If you need help, or questions answered, call Wade. Don't look for us. It's too dangerous for you to even know what we're going to be doing," Betty added.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Stoppable frowned now. "Are you drafting my son for some kind of mission again?"

"I'm already involved, mom. Someone is targeting all of us. And…..I have to wonder if they aren't the same people that didn't already target Kim."

"You think so," Will asked him.

"All this smacks of long-term planning. Right? So, if you were getting ready to launch something big? So big it might take you years to carry out? Who's going to be your first target? Someone that worked for you already, or someone known to get nosy about things that seem off?"

"That actually makes sense," Dr. Director nodded.

"Which is all the more disturbing. It implies…."

"Kim's not dead," Ron cut him off.

"Ron…."

He fixed his gaze on Dr. Dirctor, cutting her off.

"You don't make someone vanish if you're only going to kill them. You take them out with a bang. Something big, and noisy that lets everyone know you don't go where they've been. Sneaking them off a plane like that? It implies they had something else planned. Something….bad. I don't suppose I could get a list of the crew, and passengers….?"

"Last page of the report," Dr. Director nodded as she stood up as they heard the sound of an engine.

"Expecting company," Ron asked, "Because that's not dad's car."

"It may be our ride," Will smiled, and a moment later, the sound of someone knocking lightly sounded. He set his cup aside after nodding at Dr. Director, and headed to answer the door.

Ron didn't miss the fact he unsnapped his holster over his laser weapon just in case.

"Ride," Ron murmured.

"Yes, we arranged for our deep-cover agent to meet us here to carry us to our destination. It's why we…..surprised you, Mrs. Stoppable. We couldn't let see anyone arriving. We certainly can't let them see us go," Dr. Director told them, eyeing the door as one hand slid toward her sidearm, too.

"Are you sure you can trust….whoever….. Bonnie," Ron sputtered as the shapely brunette wearing a very costly pants suit obviously tailored just to her curves sauntered into the room behind Will at that moment.

"Stoppable. I heard you were back. Come to promote the cause of bad food, and blown diets once more?"

Ron grimaced, and only looked to Dr. Director.

"She's your deep-cover agent?"

"You trust him," Bonnie snapped in the same breath.

"Ron's Yamanouchi's mystic monkey-master. I'm sure even you've heard of them," Dr. Director pointed out.

"Hmmmm," Bonnie murmured, eyeing him as Ron glowered at the scrutiny of Bonnie's gaze. "I guess that makes sense. Considering his past antics."

"In the past," Ron all but growled. "You sure you can get Dr. D, and Du out of here unseen?"

"Ronald, don't call me that," the senior agent growled as Bonnie grinned.

"Trust me," Bonnie smirked at Ron. "I've been misleading people for years."

"Apparently," Ron murmured as Betty rose to her feet.

"We appreaciate the hospitality, Mrs. Stoppable. We'd better be going now, though," the one-eyed woman told her.

"Area's clear," Hana trotted down the stairs just then. "I did a complete thermal sweep of the area, and didn't spot anyone, or anything out of place within four blocks of our house. Still, they could have satellite surveillance," she suggested. "Or just be out of range."

"And I suppose she's in the junior division," Bonnie huffed at Ron as she noted the young girl.

"You don't want to know," Will told her after glancing at Ron. "Dr. Director?"

"The car's backed into the garage, and you can go out the side door, and get in the back," Bonnie told them, glancing around. "Just stay low, and no one will ever know you were here. Or left with me."

"We know the drill," Will snapped at her.

Ron almost smirked at the man's reaction.

Was it because Bonnie was another amateur? Or because she was a little bossy. The way…

He sobered, and nodded as Betty stood up, and nodded his way in turn.

"Be careful, Ronald. Remember, as of now, trust no one."

"Except Wade," he rejoined.

"Just be careful about calling him, even on his tech. Even his signals can be traced. And they'll likely be watching for that after they realize I have activated the Ghost Protocols, and gone to ground."

"Right. Don't worry, I have….other resources I can use. Hopefully, between the two of us….."

"Hey," Will and Bonnie both sputtered.

Dr. Director silenced Will with a glance.

Ron just stared at all of them.

"Better go," Hana suggested. "Bonnie's not a regular visitor, and won't be expected to stay long. Ronnie, I suggest you show her out. Make a show of having a reunion with your old…..ah, friend."

"Acquaintance," Bonnie smiled thinly as the two senior GJ agents went through the back hall to head for the side door that opened into the garage.

As soon as the door closed behind them, Bonnie nodded, and turned for the front door.

"Let's get this over with, Stoppable," she grumbled, and led him outside.

Ron followed without comment.

"You be careful, too," he told her quietly.

Bonnie snorted.

Then raised her voice, and said, "I can't believe how much you've changed, Ron. You really look good," she said audibly, but only Ron could see her hazel eyes roll as she gave him a familiar smirk.

"Diet, and exercise, B," he grinned, looking more like his old high school self just then. "It actually works."

Bonnie faltered at the informal address, and suddenly looked troubled.

"Did they really never find Kim?"

"We're still looking," he told her firmly. "I'm looking now."

"Well, good luck," she said a little louder, just in case, he knew. "Maybe I'll see you before you have to leave again. Have you decided where you're going to settle?"

"You know me. Always looking for opportunities," Ron drawled as he walked around the house, stood just outside the garage as Bonnie made a show of unlocking her door, and climbed into the driver's seat without looking in the back.

"Good luck," he murmured as the sporty little sedan drove off into the growing night.

He stood for a moments, staring into the night, but saw nothing. Even as he started to turn away, he saw other headlights, and his father's car turned the corner, and headed for the drive.

"Ronald, who was that? I didn't recognize the car," Mr. Stoppable remarked as he pulled up, and parked.

Ron knew his dad was sharp, but for him, that was unusually sharp, considering he had not seen his dad's car anywhere on the street as Bonnie left. He had all but come out of nowhere.

"Which car?"

"The one that just left….."

Ron suddenly grabbed the man, slung him around against the side of the car, and growled, "You have two seconds to tell me where my dad is before I peel that mask off your face," he warned.

The man with his father's face swore, and tried to stick a knife in Ron's side.

Ron slapped it away, and punched the man twice in the belly. A belly that was harder, and stronger than his dad's true paunch.

The man still folded, and his head bounced off the car as he fell when Ron's knee found his jaw, and slammed him backwards. The man was out cold before he hit the ground. Ron grabbed a foot, dragging him deeper into the garage, and lowered the door before he found a few cords in a nearby tool drawer to hogtie the man.

"Ronnie, what are you doing to your…..?"

"He's not dad," he spat as Hana stepped outside to stare at him securing the unconscious man. "He's in imposter."

"Then…..where's dad," Hana asked, suddenly looking paler than usual.

"Our actor was about to tell me," he said as his mother gaped as Ron reached up, hooked an old chain over a rafter, and secured the man's bound wrists to it before lifting him upright to sag before them. "Mom, you might want to go inside. This could get…..ugly. Oh, and remember the home security system Kim's brothers built for us. Turn it on," he told her. "Now."

"But, Ronnie, your dad said that was only for…."

"It's an emergency, mom. Do it."

The woman ran inside, and brother and sister heard an ominous hum from a corner of the garage as the long unused security system activated.

"Ronnie," Hana asked, stepping out to join him in the garage in front of the family cars. "Do you think….?"

"I think they just grabbed him. I'm sure he's not hurt, though."

"He better not be," Hana murmured, and for the first time in the years since she was adopted, Ron saw something dark in his sister's eyes.

"Hana. Don't worry. We'll get him back. And we'll stop these guys."

"Yes," Hana agreed. "We will."

Ron turned from the man, and went to kneel in front of her.

"You have to leave this to me, Hana."

"But, Ronnie….!"

"Right now, you need to protect mom. She's going to need you more than ever. And I need you to remember Master Sensei's lessons. All of them. All right."

Hana glowered past his shoulder at the man just coming around, and murmured, "They better hope dad's all right. That's all I'm saying."

"You snot-nosed, little…."

Ron turned, rising in one smooth motion, and backhanded the man somehow wearing his dad's face.

"You can talk, or I can talk to the next guy. Your choice."

"You don't scare me, boy," the man spat, his eyes colder, and harder than his dad's could ever be.

"No? Then you're just too dumb to know better. Hana, go inside."

"I want to help," Hana told him.

"You will. By watching mom. Go."

She huffed, and stormed inside the house, slamming the door.

"Afraid to let her see you fail?"

"No. I'm afraid she'll lose her temper, and rip out your spine out before I can get you to talk," Ron drawled.

The man blinked.

"You don't know us, mister. Or you would know just how big a mistake you've made. You may look like my father, but you know nothing about him. Or me. Now, let's start," he said, and reached up, and grabbed the man's bound right hand.

"What are you going to do? Threaten me? I've been….."

The man howled as Ron grabbed his index finger, and jerked it in a direction it was never meant to go.

"No more triggers for you. I can arrange for you to never use that hand again, too. Ever. And that's just a start. Sure you don't want to talk," Ron asked coldly, his eyes glittering with swirling, blue energy that took the man by surprise as he realized the reportedly hazel eyes were literally glowing.

This was not in his brief.

Seven minutes later, Ron walked into the house, and nodded at his sister.

"He's... close," he told her. "His friends are hiding in a van five blocks from here."

"I'm going….."

"Hana. You need to stay, and watch mom. Pack some things. When I get back, you're all going over to the Possibles. It's the safest house in the world. I'll get dad, and be back before you're packed," he told his mother.

"What about…?"

"I don't think calling the law will do any good," he said when his mother's anxious gaze went to the side door. "I have some friends, though, that can help."

"Those…..agents?"

"Other friends," Ron said, and toward the stairs. "I'll give them a call while I change."

"I'm changing, too. Just in case," Hana said.

Ron nodded, not bothering to argue with her.

"Mom. Pack what you need. I'm serious."

"But I turned on the security….."

"I know. And it should help for now. But it's not half what the Possibles have at their house."

"I….remember the twins," she smiled blandly.

"Yeah. We all do. Just remember that Kim, and Wade helped with their work, too, and not even another alien invasion could get through their house security now. So, pack. I'll be back before you know it," he told her confidently as he headed upstairs, Hana already having run ahead of him.

"Just….be careful, Ronnie," she rasped, and followed him more hesitantly.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll get dad, and be back before you know it. Hana, keep your eyes open," he said, seeing her come out of her room, already in her own ninja gear even as he headed for the steps up to his old attic room.

He walked into the room, and sighed as he saw the boxes with all Rufus' old toys, and gear.

He would have loved to be a part of this kind of action. Naked moles rats just didn't live that long, though. Even if they were scientifically-enhanced, mystically empowered naked mole rats. He knew Hana had one of Rufus' babies, the rest given to other friends after the most unlikely of all dads finally reproduced, but he rarely saw them even before he had left for Japan.

Even now, Hana's pet seemed to be invisible around him.

He came out of his room a few moments later, wearing his spare uniform that wasn't torn and scorched by recent battles. He adjusted his equipment pouches on the side of his belt, and nodded at Hana before he slid his communicator into its own pouch.

"Eyes open, sis. We don't know what else they might try. If I don't give you the password when I come back," he added, merely nodding.

"What password," his mother asked when Hana only nodded.

"Hana knows."

"What about that guy in the garage?"

"Don't worry, sis. He won't be there much longer."

Then he loped down the stairs, and headed outside through the back door.

To Be Continued…..