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Kim Possible: Rogue

By LJ58

8

"Have you heard anything that might explain any of this on your end," Dr. Director asked in a low tone as Bonnie drove away.

"Not that I can think of. I do know that Senor Senior has been unusually quiet of late, and staying close to the island. He doesn't even fly out to his usual business appointments any longer," she remarked. "Which," she belatedly realized, "Might just be indicative of something in itself."

"I think you're right. Ms. Rockwaller, take us to Senior's island. We need to have a chat with that old man."

"Are you sure….?"

"Don't worry. We'll make our presence….believable."

"Just remember, I still expect to be paid."

"Naturally. I don't forget my allies, Ms. Rockwaller," Betty told her earnestly.

"I hear you're not all that absent-minded about your enemies, either," she quipped.

"Oh?"

"Rumor is, you are the one that put the hit on the blue freak. They say you even have his head preserved somewhere in a private trophy case."

"I'd be very interested in where you heard that one," Dr. Director murmured after glancing at Will.

"Junior. Which, considering how badly he mangles anything, suggests….."

"Looks like we need to speak to both Seniors," Will remarked blandly.

"You touch my Junior, and these spooks are the least of your trouble, Du," Bonnie growled, though she still didn't look back as she drove past a van.

Frowning, she glanced in her rear view mirror, and eyed the plates.

"That is odd. There's a plumbing van setting in front of Mrs. Crouch's house."

"And," Will asked.

"Mrs. Crouch has been in Hawaii visiting her granddaughter for the past two months. Her house should still be empty."

"Maybe we should….?"

"I think it's being handled," Bonnie murmured, seeing something in her driver's side mirror that almost made her turn around.

"What do you mean," Betty demanded.

"When you called Ronald a ninja…..?"

"One of the best. Probably one of the most powerful in the world if he lets himself go."

"Well, that would explain the guy in the black fashion-disaster that just ripped the back doors off that van as we passed."

"You're right. It's being handled," Dr. Director told her. "Take us to the airport. We need to speak with your husband, and father-in-law. Now."

"I thought you intended to go to….."

"How did you know our intentions," Will hissed, his hand sliding to his sidearm.

"Because, you paranoid freak," Bonnie drawled, taking a turn that led out of town toward the local airport, where her private jet waited. "When GJ Ghosts, even I know enough to guess the first place you would head would be to Langley to ascertain the actual scale of the leaks on your end."

"Damn, she's right," Dr. Director realized. "Which makes us taking a side trip first all the better, since our moles might be expecting us to show one place….."

"When you're actually halfway across the world," Bonnie finished. "I'm still not sure how Senor Senior will react, though. Lately, he's been very….."

"Frightened," Will suggested.

"Unesasy," Bonnie corrected.

Betty and Will shared another guarded look, and they rode the rest of the way in silence.

KP

"That's the Rockwaller, girl," one of the five men in the van said as he watched the car pass. "Should we tail her….?"

"And get the Seniors on our backs," another man growled as he eyed the only man in the van that was bound and gagged, and looking very furious as he sat in the floor between them wearing only his jockeys.

Most people would be scared.

This nut actually stared at them as if he might be planning some retribution.

Not that any of the men were worried. The chubby, little man was so obviously out of shape, that none of the men worried about him.

Even as the car passed, they heard something knock against the van. Thinking their companion had already returned, the man nearest the back started to open the door just before he saw the blur of motion outside that looked nothing like their disguised cohort.

"Crap! It's the…..!"

The figure in black seemed to almost glow with a weird, blue light as he literally ripped the doors off the van, and then tore into the four men that barely had time to move. Before any of them could even lift a weapon, the ninja had slammed, kicked, or punched every one of them into oblivion. Only after the tied the last man up did he turn to free his father.

"You okay, dad," he asked as he removed Mr. Stoppable's gag.

"I am now. They seemed to think that pretender would actually fool you."

"Do you know their plan? Why they even bothered?"

"They seemed very interested in knowing how to find someone called Director. They thought you could lead them to her."

"Did they?"

"Ronald, what's going on?"

"That's just it, dad," he told him, ripping off one of the shorter men's dark gray jumpsuit, and offering it to his dad. "I don't know. I do know these guys are trouble. I'll get you home, then you need to take mom, and Hana over to the Possibles, and wait for me to contact you."

"Ronald, is this one of those…..mission things again?"

"No, dad," Ron told him. "It's worse."

"Oh, dear," the stocky man murmured.

Ron said nothing as he heaped the men in the back, and then drove the van back to the house where he loaded the man from the garage inside before he saw his family off to the Possibles. By then, Ron had sealed the house, locked it up, and switched the security system back on just in case.

He then started the van again, and drove out of town, headed for the mountains.

He drove away into the night, and finally pulled over just inside an overlook parking lot where he noted one of the men was coming around.

He pulled over in the back of the parking lot, then took some of the men's own equipment to seal off the parking lot with very official looking highway department gear to make it seem the roadside lot was officially closed. Walking back to the van, he noted two of the men were now awake, and struggling to break free.

Ron reached in, and grabbed the foot of one of the men.

"Know where you are," he asked, dragging the man who cursed, and howled behind his gag as Ron dragged him carelessly over the curbs, sidewalk, and even through rocks and thistles.

Until he reached the safety rail, and dragged the man over it to stand very close to the cliff.

Ron looked down.

"Long way down," he whistled. "I'd hate to slip," he said, ripping the gag off the man.

Who howled in earnest as the strip of tape tore hairs from his faint whiskers from his craggy face.

"Pay attention," Ron tapped him on the head. "Now," he said, glancing back to the van where another man had come around. Both of the men in van were looking right at him. "I figure I've got five tries to get the truth out of you guys. Look down," he ordered the man.

The man didn't want to, and it showed.

"Scared of heights," Ron grinned.

The man glared, but said nothing.

Ron grabbed his collar, dragged him up slightly, and made him look.

"I said look. See? Long way down. Just like I said. Now, I'm going to play a game. The winner is the one I don't toss over the side."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"I think we're all way past dares," Ron growled. "You grabbed my dad. Tried to break in my house. Who knows what else you planned. I don't like that. I don't like that at all. So, ready to play?"

"I'm a federal office in pursuit of a…."

The man gasped as Ron dragged him ever closer to the edge.

"Don't care. Right now, you're a jerk that violated my rules."

"What rules," he howled.

"You messed with my family," Ron said, his eyes glittering. "Now, my turn for asking questions. What did you really want? Spill. Or you fall."

"You wouldn't dare…"

Ron tossed him over the side of the cliff.

The man screamed as he fell.

Walking back to the van, he eyed the men, now three of whom were awake, and gaping.

"He lost the game. Who wants to play next? You," he asked one of them.

All three conscious men shook their heads.

"Hmmmm, we'll try you," Ron said, and grabbed the man stripped of his jumpsuit.

The man wailed behind his gag as he was dragged out of the van, and his head bounced against the bumper before Ron kept dragging him to the cliff.

"Kim always said, the littler guy is almost always the brain, because he can't compete with the bigger guys with the muscle. So, I figure you have a brain. Which means, you may have answers. You have answers, right," Ron asked, stopping near the guardrail again to pull off the man's gag.

"I can't tell you anything. I don't know anything. I swear," the man babbled. "We're just here for a lead to…"

"To," Ron asked, stepping over the safety rail.

The man clamped his mouth shut.

"So, you want to lose the game, too," Ron asked carelessly.

"No! No, please. I only know we were to find out your connection with Dr. Director, and if you knew where she had gone."

"Is that all?"

"That's all," the man nodded vehemently.

Ron dragged him over the rail, and toward the cliff.

"Shame. I just don't believe you. Look down."

"B-B-But….."

"Look…..down," Ron growled.

The nearly naked man looked down.

"Long way down, isn't it," Ron asked with deceptive cheerfulness.

The man swallowed hard.

"Your buddy lied, too. You just hit strike two. Ready for the next pitch?"

The man just stared at him with rounded eyes.

"Who really sent you? And why?"

"I….. I….. You're a good guy, for God's sake! You're not supposed to….."

"Giving up?"

"I can't tell you anything," the man wailed at Ron's tone.

"You lose," Ron sighed, and grabbed him by his bound wrists, and slung him over the edge.

The man's howl of shock and fear echoed for several seconds before Ron turned to the van where the last man was now awake, and gaping at him with his companions.

"Two down," he said. "You guys aren't much for self-preservation, are you? Most Henches would have been babbling like crazy by now. You must be a better class of villain."

He walked over and eyed the three. The man between the two bigger men looked terrified.

Ron grabbed him, and jerked him forward even as he wailed, and shook his head.

"Next birdie in the contest," he drawled as the other two men fought violently, trying to free themselves.

In vain.

Ron was very good with ropes now. Very good.

Especially when you wrapped the knots in duct tape.

"Okay, you know the drill by now," Ron was saying as he pulled the terrified man's gag off after they reached the rail.

"For God's sake, Stoppable, we're Federal agents! Dr. Director has gone rogue, and we're trying to find her before she does something crazy!"

"Dr. Director went rogue," Ron snorted. "You expect me to buy that?"

"Yes!"

"Who sent you?"

"General Eugene Hardcastle," the man told him. "Supreme Commander of the Allied Forces in this hemisphere!"

"So. A general is now commanding federal agents to chase international law officers? This the same Hardcastle that tried to have me killed a few days ago by sending an assassin after me? That Eugene Hardcastle?"

"He…. He….."

"You're getting close to losing this round, mister," Ron growled, and dragged him closer to the edge after dropping him over the guardrail.

"I swear, we're just here for Director! She knows a lot of potentially critical information that we cannot let fall into the wrong hands!"

Ron stared hard at him.

"And kidnapping, and replacing my dad?"

"Our team leader thought you would respond to any questions from him easier than you would have if we just showed up. We hoped to get the information out of you without you even realizing…."

"Do I look stupid to you," Ron asked, and reached for him.

"Wait! I swear. That was the plan! Our orders were to just find Director, and bring her in! That's all!"

"Then why did he send Fukushima after me?"

"Who?"

"Viper!"

"He….did," the man frowned.

"You're worthless," Ron swore, and reached for him again.

"Wait!"

"Last chance, errand boy. Call it a bonus round. Why are you really after Dr. Director? And don't give me any crap about going rogue. What's really going on? Start with Lilac Valley," he said, and seeing the man's reaction, impulsively added, "And don't forget to tell me about Kim Possible."

The man now looked beyond terrified.

"I….. I….."

"Dangerously close to losing," Ron told him ominously.

The man stared back at his compatriots, then back at Ron, and to the ninja's shock, he pushed himself to his feet even through still bound, and literally leapt over the side with a cry of what could only be madness.

"What the hell," Ron frowned as the man went down into the darkness beyond.

"Okay, now I'm really interested in your story," Ron said, shrugging, and walking over to the van again. "Only I think we'll add a new penalty," he said, pulling out a long, ceramic blade. "This time, the winner is the man with the fewer pieces carved off," he said, and grabbed both men by one foot, and dragged them out to land hard on pavement outside the van.

Reaching down, he deftly removed both their blindfolds, and told them, "I know you heard me. First man to answer my last question gets to keep his ears. Loser doesn't, as a start."

"Do your worst," the man from the van snapped. The other man, the man still partially masked as his father, whimpered.

"If you insist," he said, and lay his blade against the right ear of the man from his garage.

"Langley sent us," the man blurted out. "We were find Director, and neutralize you by any means necessary. They didn't want to risk you coming after….."

"After…..?"

The man cringed as the sharp blade bit into his soft flesh just atop his ear.

"After Fukushima! I don't know why, but they didn't want you two meeting again. He's still got something to do. Something critical."

"What," Ron demanded.

"I don't know. They didn't tell us! I swear, Stoppable! I swear!"

"You do know Fukushima is Viper, a paid assassin?"

The man only nodded.

"Yet your hotshot general is working with him?"

"It's….not the first time we used felons in certain….critical operations."

"Tell me about Lilac Valley."

"I can't. I can't! It was before my time. I only joined the Agency two years ago!"

"And here you are, spying on your own allies, and betraying the real good guys. Good job, Hench."

"I'm not a…..!"

"You are a Hench," Ron snapped. "What about you," Ron demanded, eyeng the big man. "Anything to add."

"You'll pay for this Stoppable. We don't forget our enemies."

"Neither do I," Ron growled, and delivered a hard backhand that bouced his head off the bumper, and sent him back into unconsciousness.

"So," he said, turning back to the frightened man. "You don't know anything else?"

"No! I swear. I told you all I know."

"Do you know anything about Kim Possible? Anything?"

"N-No….."

"Why don't I believe you now?"

"I don't! I swear," he whined. "I did…. I heard some rumors back in Langley during my training. That's all I can tell you."

"What rumors?"

"That she….. That she's…..dead," he choked out.

Ron grit his teeth.

"How," he demanded.

"I don't know. I swear. I just heard….."

"The exact rumor," he demanded.

"I heard one of the lieutenant colonel's that came through say….she was probably dead, because no one could have lived through….."

He trailed off.

"Through what," Ron demanded.

"That's all I heard. He turned down a hall, and I was going the other way. That's all I heard. I swear."

Ron lowered his knife.

"Yori," he called out.

"Hai, Stoppable-San," a slight figure in black called out as she flipped up and over the edge of the cliff.

"I'm done. I'm guessing these clowns don't have anything else left to spill. But it does point us in the next direction."

"Where is that, Stoppable-San," a stockier, masked male asked as the agent stared at the second figure to appear from below the cliff.

"Washington. We're going to have a chat with a few generals," he said coldly as Ron loomed over the agent, who stared in horror as the last thing he saw was that glowing fist aimed at his jaw.

When the man woke, he cried out in alarm as he realized he was dangling from his wrists over a very steep drop. To his right and left, his companions were dangling alongside him. All of them stripped to their shorts, and all of them adorned with letters.

Craning his neck, he could just make out the letters scrawled across their chests to spell, "U R Next."

Somehow, he thought this wasn't going to look very good on his professional transcript. Not very good at all.

To Be Continued…