Dun-duh-duh-dah! I now present to you the complete and updated chapter 2! Hope you like it. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, Disney does.

"Tweebs!" an irritated voice rang through a house in Middleton, Colorado. The twin brothers addressed by that title could be seen running down a flight of stairs holding what suspiciously resembled a journal. The owner of the voice, a red-haired girl roughly eighteen years old, emerged from her room and desperately tried to catch the journal thieves, finally cornering them in the basement.

"Jim and Tim Possible!" the girl shouted. "What do you think you're doing with my journal?!"

"We were going to copy some of the entries to a computer," Jim began.

"And upload them to the internet." his brother finished. "Can't you see it now? 'The Romantic Life of Kim Possible, with excerpts from her journal.'"

"It would be a smash hit," they both chorused.

"If you do, you guys are going to get smashed." Kim replied irritably. "Give me back my journal."

The twins shared mischievous smiles. "If you promise to let us come on your next date with Ron."

Kim cocked an eyebrow. "In case you two dweebs forgot, not only will Ron be out of town for a while, the three of us are also home alone. Which means Mom's not here to save you. "

Jim and Tim sighed in defeat before reluctantly handing Kim the journal, which she promptly returned to its hiding place in her room.

"I know I'm supposed to love them," she muttered, "but that doesn't mean I have to like them." Kim flopped onto the living room couch and turned on the TV.

"...but despite all attempts by the government to keep it from public knowledge, the theft of a hundred tons of experimental explosives now hangs over the country like an impending thunderstorm. The explosives were stolen in groups of two tons each from fifty different facilities. Homeland Security claims they are doing everything in their power to find them and apprehend those responsible, but so far investigations have gotten nowhere. More on that story later. We now return to sports news..."

Kim stared thoughtfully for a moment. "Who would steal that much explosives? Drakken's gone good, Gemini's in jail, Dementor's at some family reunion, Frugal Lucre wouldn't do something of that magnitude, and Motor Ed only does car related thefts." She concluded that it was probably just some run of the mill criminal and that her help was most likely unnecessary.

Beep, beep, be-beep.

Kim answered her Kimmunicator. "What's the sitch?"

"Hey Kim," he genius friend Wade Load replied. "Just got a hit on the sight."

Kim's face lit up. Since the Lorwardian invasion several months ago, the number of missions she received had steadily declined. Global Justice finally decided to crack down on the world's super-villains, and Kim feared she might soon become useless. Needless to say, she now welcomed any mission she got, no matter how simple.

"Anything to do with explosives thefts I just found out about on TV."

"Uh, no. It's actually kind of odd. Someone's requested to meet you at the ruins of Drakken's Caribbean Lair."

"Got any nearby rides?"

"Yeah. Your dad is testing out an experimental hover-jet nearby. He should be able to swing by and pick you up."

Kim smiled. "You rock Wade."

"I try," Wade replied cheerfully.

-KP-

"Thanks for the ride Dad!" Kim called out.

"No problem Kimmie-cub," her father responded. "Just be back in time for dinner, okay?"

Kim gave him a thumbs up, then lept through the open door of the hover-jet. As she plummeted through the air, the usual adrenaline rush hit her. Kim felt uncertain at times whether this feeling of excitement was what drove her back to the game of saving the world every time she considered quitting. "But I'm not a thrill seeker," she told herself emphatically and, so doing, dismissed the thought from her mind. As the ground flew upward, she yanked the ripcord, deploying the parachute. After floating the rest of the distance downward, she landed with the ease of of long practice and scanned the rubble. Seeing nothing she crept stealthily through the ruin to investigate further. She spotted a hatch set into the ground and approached it cautiously. When she tugged on the handle, the door did not budge, and inspecting it more closely, she noticed a fingerprint identification console. She activated her wrist Kimmunicator. "Hey Wade! I've got a sitch here."

Her computer genius friend's face appeared on the device's screen. "What's up Kim?" asked Wade.

"I found a hatch in the middle of what's left of the lair. Unfortunately, it needs a fingerprint I.D. to open." Kim informed him.

"Scan it and I'll see what I can do," replied her friend.

Kim held the Kimmunicator near the console and hit "scan." "Okay, Wade. Got it."

Wade viewed the results and his face clouded. "No way I can hack this. The technology is way beyond Drakken's normal equipment.

"Which means it's probably not his," Kim muttered. "Any good news?"

"Um, it's very weird, but definitely good. The required fingerprints... are yours."

"A bit disturbing," mused Kim. "Hey wait! How would you know what my fingerprints are like?"

"I have my ways," replied Wade evasively. "Anyway, be careful. This could be a trap."

"I'm not too worried. It sounded like the person needed help."

"Then why does the hatch require your fingerprints?"

"To make sure it's me, of course."

"Come to think of it, how would someone get your fingerprints, anyway?"

Then teen hero glared at the screen. "The same way you did." She smirked and opened the door.

Wade sniffed as Kim vaulted into the hole. But when he tried to contact her a couple minutes later, he got no response.

After ten or so fruitless attempts to reach Kim, Wade contacted Global Justice.

-KP-

Kim crept through the basement of the lair, carefully watching for signs of someone lying in wait. Stepping through a doorway, Kim surveyed the dimly lit room she had entered. When she walked further into the room, she noted that the room was completely empty. Her mind screamed, "Trap!"

"Hello, Kim," a voiced snaked through the darkness.

"Who are you?" Kim asked.

"Why don't you turn around and see?"

Kim wheeled and look of astonishment spread across her face. "I can't believe what I'm seeing," she thought aloud.

"Aw, come on. That's all you could think of? Drakken's given better greetings than that." The figure who stepped out from the shadows looked exactly like Kim, right down to the mission outfit, only missing a Kimmunicator.

Kim composed herself and stared at her double. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Rose Possible."

"You're a clone, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then why the last name?"

Rose smiled at Kim. "It makes me sound more professional. But I didn't call you here to talk."

"Then what did you call me here for?"

Rose smirked. "I wanted to see if you're as good as everyone says you are."

"What, do you want fight me or something?"

"Exactly, I want to fight you."

"Very well," Kim sighed, sinking into a fighting stance. She was completely astonished at what happened next. Rose turned her back on Kim and walked out of the room. Kim followed her.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"What?" Rose replied, turning. "I have to set up the system if we're going to play."

"Play? I thought we were going to fight."

Rose let out a long, loud laugh. "Oh my, that's a good one," she said gasping for breath. "You thought I wanted to physically fight you. That wouldn't be fair. I decided, since we're both really bad at video games, to make things even by fighting you that way."

"Can't handle a challenge?" Kim shot back.

"No, I was being nice to you."

"So you think you can beat me?"

"No," Rose replied, a smug look on her face, "I know I can beat you."

"Prove it."

"As you wish," Rose said, assuming a stance identical to the one Kim used. She then struck out with half a dozen punches, which Kim barely managed to block. For five minutes they traded kicks and punches with nobody landing a hit.

"Still think you can beat me?" asked Kim as they both stood back for a breather. "We seem pretty evenly matched."

Rose nodded. "I'll admit, you do fight fairly well. However, I still have a surprise waiting." She raised her hands into a combat ready position, and lashed out unexpectedly at Kim. Kim dodged the blow, but when she raised her head, she was face to face with a red mist. Rose grinned at her, "I wouldn't touch that stuff if I were you."

"What is it?"

"Find out for yourself."

"Yeah, right," Kim replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She placed her hand on the corridor wall, "Like I would stick my hand into that stuff."

"Then you'd better be quick on your feet." Rose lashed out again, forcing Kim to jump back out of reach. After a minute of this unusual dance, Kim noticed that Rose appeared to be growing weary.

"This is my chance," she thought, and aimed a knockout punch strait for her opponent's head. But, at the last possible second, Rose grabbed Kim's fist in her hand and threw her into the wall. When Kim stood up, she noticed a red mist drifting off her hand.

Rose grinned at her. "Checkmate."

"Doesn't seem to do much..." Kim trailed off as her hand began throb painfully. The pain escalated as the seconds went by and it was all she could do to keep herself from screaming. Collapsing to the ground, she looked up to see Rose standing over her. A quick swipe to the jaw sent Kim into the merciful blackness of oblivion. Rose walked over to a panel set in the wall. She hit a few buttons and disabled the jamming field she had set up. Beep Beep Be-beep. The Kimmunicator's ring-tone echoed loudly in the absolute silence of the lair. Rose bent down and removed the device from Kim's wrist. She looked down at the teen hero's prone form.

"Hmm," she said aloud, "My creator was right, your not all that." She then deactivated the gadget, put it on her wrist, and silently exited the lair.

What will happen to Kim? Find out in the next chapter, A Mixed Bag.