Possible offensive and / or abrasive language. Mature situations... this is just a reminder that this is a MATURE story... in case anybody has a brain fart.

Up in the main compound security office, two men watched the heros move through the prison.

One sat in a wheelchair. He had striking Germanic looks that went well with his slicked back, salt and pepper hair and bronzed skin. He had broad shoulders and a barrel chest, arms with well defined, bulging muscles, and at the end of those arms hands that could hold a mans skull, and crush it with ease. In his day he stood a menacing seven foot with legs as thick as his arms were. His dark brown, nearly black, eyes fixed on the screen with a clinical stare.

"Father, would you like some nachos?" The second man, also a meanacing figure in his own right, with dark brown hair and light skin. His dazling blue eyes had their own boldness and hinted at a deadly streak held deep within the younger man.

"Move those things, Hershel!" The elder man shoved his son's hand aside, leaving Hershel staring at the nachos lost in the small fumbling. "I want to see what happens so I can tell that traitorous bitch every last detail!" His eyes shone with gleeful malice as he thought of the possibilities.

"Son! When you suggested making these films instead of just killing our minor enemies... the nobodies in the underworld, it was simply genious!" He slapped Hershel on the back, causing Hershel to get cheese all over his face.

"Thank you, Father!"

"Hush now! It's starting and I want to hear the screems. Oh, and Hershel, if you plan on touching yourself, go do it in the next room you disgusting wretch!"

Slowly on the screen a shadow moved along the walls, darting across the halls and hunting it's prey. The man in the chair chuckled darkly.

On Location with Team Possible

Kim and Ron proceeded further down the hall. They were going to check the room Janet had mentioned. Dearest and Yori were were left to inspect the vent.

"Oh that is hella lucky!" Shinji said with excitement.

"What are you so happy about?" Yori asked with a little attitude.

"You're much more of a bitch without your man around, you know that. You've done nothing but rag on me this whole time we been alone! At least I've made an effort. Not my fault you think i'm gonna kill ya."

"Actually it is exactly your fault. You even said that you wish that you could kill us." Yori was much better at controlling her tone.

"Look. Let's stay focused. We both agree that there are..." Shinji's head jerked to the left and tilted. She seemed focused on something.

Put off by the behavior Yori stepped back and melted into the shadows.

"We need to get back!" Shinjis turned to look at Yori, only to find the ninja gone.

Shinji started a brisk walk, walking on the balls of her feet to reduce the sound her steps made. The lights had dimmed. Good thing she could see just as well in this light.

The echoing of the victims whimpers of fear. The occasional slap eliciting a paind scream and sounding a chorus of cries. Shinji came back to where the group had split ways. A fresh puddle of blood shimmered in the dimness. Janet sadly would not be joining them. the woman's head had been removed, but the larger cuts and bruises on the body matched. The clothes were fully gone now, and Shinji dare not look any closer.

While Yori and Shinji had been locating the escape, Ron and Kim sat in the small room atop a small cage. it looked like it had been broken out of, melted was more like it. There was also a hole in the wall heading into the vents. Kim sat there in quiet frustration. This had been her position since she found the cell empty.

"KP?" Ron asked softly. "Can I ask why you faked your death."

"Later, Ron. I just want to..." Kim looked towards the door. "What was that?" She took a few steps towards the entrance only to pause. A figure was moving towards them.

Ron stood up and hurried to the figure. When he brought it into the light Yori was revealed. Her finger was bent and her eye was swollen. Her neck was bruised and she was limping. She clutched her bloody right arm and trembled with pain. "She tried to kill me!" Yori proclaimed. "She's killed Janet and some of the others!"

"Kim, you get Yori out and..."

"No, Ron! She's your wife, and I need to ask her a few questions!" Kim rushed from the room.

pausing to get my bearings. enjoying the update?

From his seat miles and miles away, he sat watching as the two figures drew closer together. The third lurking arojnd every bend. All the loose ends would be tied up later at a more convinient time.

"Hershel, stop rewinding the feed, I'd like to watch the whole match live if you don't mind."

"Yes, Father. Just one more time and I'll catch up." Hershel said breathlessly. "Oh yes!" He groaned huskily as he watched the horror unfold in the cells they monitored. "I wish that was me. Father, why couldn't I be there!"

"Because you would give us away, you big dolt! If they know what is going on, then they would stop with the games and come straight here!" He scratched his chin in thought. "Plus, I can remove this stranger from the game."

"And Kim Possible!" Hershel added with aplomb.

"No. I'm certain that she'll get out of this one, not unscathed, but out of it none the less. No. In order to beat her, you need to kill her hope. Her will to fight. With every failure her confidence and drive ebbs away. then, we can make a special movie with her as the star!"

"Can I be in that one, father?"

"Yes, Hershel." The elder said with a sigh. "But I'm going first!"

Stopping there. Cliff hangers, i hate them too.