Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea for this story.
Master Sensei, have really out done himself this time. Besides the crates already opened, there was another crate full of cases, extra bows and equipment for it with five cases per crate, one crate of twenty small cases that held retractable bow staffs, two crates with some kind of uniforms one if which was armoured while the next light.(he did not check its look just yet). Three with a variety of different arrow heads from normal-explosive-blunt and even a tracker. Two containing holographic computers systems. And another two containing some kind of hardware database that looked like it should be in some military base or something. While the last seven held more arrows. That should surely last a long time. Maybe.
Anyway after deciding to sort and manage through everything later he had did a quick search for an exit, and finding one that lead to the basement of the building he just fell through not to long ago. He left to find himself a hotel to sleep in for the night. After all he still had to find a place to live and a new set of wheels having left his old scooter at his parents house trying to leave as fast as possible.
Its been almost half the week and Ron has finally found himself an apartment. Though at first he was stuck trying to deciding between an apartment and a house, he eventually decided on the apartment. A house seemed like a bit much, considering he'd pretty much be living by himself. Besides he wouldn't be able to keep something like that clean all the time in the first place, especially with the new occupation he planned to take on, plus school and possibly after school activities.
It was a pretty sweet apartment though. Single bedroom, Queen sized bed that actually reforms the bed as you lye down. Damn was it comfortable. With it is a closet, chester drawer and a desktop at the corner of the room.
The living room held a three piece leather chair set, 40" smart Samsung TV, a PS3 slim gaming system for if he ever got the chance to actually play and a small bookshelf next to it filled with books in Mechanical and Computer Engineering, Advanced Physics, Chemistry.
What he was really proud of though was his kitchen. Filled with the latest in cooking technology/utensils. Electric flat top stove, ceramic pot singles and sets, Japanese and American professional chef knifes. Two door fridge, and a dishwasher. It was the ideal home for someone like him. He might be rich but that was no reason to flaunt it with mansions, maids and butlers. Its best to use your money on something more useful, like the new restaurant he planned on having built. And he knew just the place to build it, he just needed to set up a few things first. Did he mention that he also brought the building for his apartment, not that that's where he's building the restaurant but it would be a great source of income, to fall back on if something happens, he's still renting it out after all and hired manager to take care of it. You can never be to sure when life decides to throw you a curve ball. But best be prepared.
Which reminded him, he had to get a new ride, can't be hiring cabs and walking everywhere now could he, and some new clothes and a haircut. There was way to much hair on his head and school starts in two days.
Alright car first then seeing about setting up a proper base. And buy some shelves, lots of shelves. He had enough arrows in those boxes to wage a mini war. And then there was those data banks, he'd have to hook it up to one of the computers and see what was on it or if it was just empty and there to hold any important documents/files/data.
With school opening in a week and half, Ron had taken upon himself to get himself prepared for both school and future missions. One such preparation was getting a transport for personal and business uses. For school its was a Blue Velvet Chevrolet Camaro Coupe 2SS RWD
Leather Seating Surfaces
20" X 8" Front And 20" X 9" Rear Polished Aluminum Wheels
Protection Package
Blue Interior Accent Trim Package
21" 5-Spoke Wheels With Black Inserts And Red Flange Stripe
Gray Outdoor Vehicle Cover With Black Stripes
Cargo Mat
Chevrolet MyLink®1 With 7" Diagonal Color Touch Screen
Front Sport Bucket Seats
All-Weather Floor Mats
6.2L V8 Engine
6-Speed Manual Transmission
Dual-Mode Performance Exhaust
First Aid Kit
Roadside Assistance Package
Wheel Lock Kit
Ambient Lighting
Audio Subwoofer
Battery Protection
Spoiler Kit - High Wing
Differential Cooling Package
Performance Brake Ducts
Total Price: $49,770
As for missions he had two(non of which had registration plates and were brought under false names and had its tracking chips taken out).
A Mirror Coated Black Kawasaki Ninja H2™R.
Engine: Liquid-cooled, 4-stroke in-line four
Displacement: 998cc
Bore x Stroke76.0 x 55.0mm
Compression ratio8.3:1
Fuel System: DFI® 50mm throttle bodies x 4 with dual injection
Intake System: Kawasaki supercharger
Ignition: Digital
Transmission: 6-speed, return, dog-ring
Final Drive: Chain
CLAIMED HORSEPOWER 200 hp/300 hp
Total price: $50,000
And last but not least the
McLaren mp4-12c
The MP4-12C features a carbon fibre composite chassis, and is powered by a mid-mounted McLaren M838T 3.8-litre V8, twin-turbo engine developing approximately 592 hp (441 kW; 600 PS) and around 443 lb·ft (601 N·m) of torque. The car makes use of Formula 1-sourced technologies such as "brake steer", where the inside rear wheel is braked during fast cornering to reduce understeer. Power is transmitted to the wheels through a seven-speed seamless shift dual-clutch gearbox.
Total price: $229,000.
And as you can see he spared no expense, and he haven't even added upgrades yet.
After gaining the rides(some of them the rest takes time to arrive in the state) he went on to get new clothes and cut his hair. Buying a variety of clothing such tux, suits, and causal clothes, but as he was getting his hair cut he decided to get a new style. He went in with all his hair pulled back in a small ponytail. When undone it reached his upper back and the rest covering his eyes down to his nose. He had it cut in the back up to his neck while the front was cut slightly on the right side of his face revealing his brown right eye while the left was still covered/hidden by hair (Dangai hairstyle-why cause it look damn cool). Admittedly the hairstyle made him look older. Sweet.
When the students of Middleton high first approach the school compound after 8 months and a week(took a bit longer than expected) the last thing they expected was to see a blue Velvet Chevrolet Camaro parked in the student parking space. (There in highschool no one really have that kind of money to afford a nearly $50,000 car.)
At first they thought it was probably a new teachers car and he/she didn't know about the parking arrangements, but after a couple nosey students asked around they found out it was Not in factor a teachers ride. The next accusation was that they were getting a new rich transfer student but again were proven wrong. And thus with no one laying claim to the car for fear of looking like a idiot when people found out they lied about it being theirs, the mystery of the blue camaro was instigated. At least until the end of school that is.
As a means to avoid any confusion, misjudgment and the idiots that are the jocks, Ron had taken it upon himself to arrive to school a half hour before the students started piling in.
Well that and he still may have that interest in music. What can he say, he's still a teenager and teenagers liked music, well most of them anyway. But back to his interest in music, though he had only started off with one song before the school closed, its been over eight months and he have a few more written in his free time on the plane rides and between training in his little black book.
And while He may have written the songs he still lacked the music to compliment it.
So here he was in the music room trying out the instruments that felt like they may have a part in any of his songs. Going through each one at a time and writing the notes on music sheets. Now all that was left was getting a ban to sing with. Plus it was a good productive way to vent out his frustrations, as they say, sing what you feel... or some shit like that.
Sarah Miller was called many things, pretty, sexy,hot beautiful, and the list went on. And considering her exotic looks it wasn't hard to believe. Tanned skin, bright blonde hair with natural strides of red in it, her face a thing of beautiful only seen by movie stars and models, mismatched eyes one blue the other green, button like nose, full lips and a hourglass figure that was filled in all the right places. The wet dream of nearly if not all men in Middleton highschool, students and teachers alike. She wore clothes usually seen on secretaries with the difference of it being less form restricting, overall it suited her.
But Sarah wasn't just some well dressed beauty, she was also the music teacher and at times guidance councilor of Middleton highschool.
And though she didn't seem like it at a time she was a music producer. And quite famous to, she produced records for some of the worlds top bands and musicians. She slept in luxurious hotels, travelled the world and attended multiple red carpet events. And she got to that position by being the cold hearted selfish bitch that she is. A determined bitch, but a bitch non the less. And it was that attitude that got her where she was then
A far cry from the life she lived now.
It was during her golden days that one of her clients got involved with the wring kind of people and because of that got arrested. The police had of course launched a full investigation into the matter and found that the money used for the crime was from her production agency and seized the building that held her office and froze her banking accounts. All because the idiot was dumb enough to hide some of his product in the building.
She had gotten luck and through a testimony (testifying) she was able to avoid jail time. Even though she had nothing to do with she was charged for having drugs in her building. And because of it she lost all her clients as they didn't want someone that would 'betray' them.
She was lucky as it was to even get a job after being charged for aiding and abetting a criminal of the state. It was for that reason she decided to change. For the better, and because the school was short on teachers and it was the only place that would hire her. Others just looked at her supposed criminal record ignoring the fact that she was once a famous producer. And she had once thought she would never get the chance to produce again. So imagine her surprise when she walking in to her classroom to prepare the lesson for the day.
Someone who remarkably looks like an older mature version of the notorious Ron Dean Stoppable at the piano... Singing...like its nobodies business. (Because it wasn't any bodies business).
{Play Apologize- One Republic_Piano only}
*Start*
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground
And I'm hearing what you say
But I just can't make a sound
You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down
But wait...
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say..
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you
And I need you like a heart needs a beat
(But that's nothing new)
Yeah yeah
I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
And you say
Sorry like the Angel Heaven let me think was you,
But I'm afraid
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
Woahooo woah
It's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I said it's too late to apologize, yeah
I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the ground..
*End*
"Did you enjoy the song?...Miss Miller" he turned to her.
"Its wasn't bad if that's what your asking" she came from by the door.
"I wasn't actually, I know I'm missing a couple of things, but there's only so much you can do by yourself"
"Do you want me to help you?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Do you want help, a couple years ago I was a music producer, and you've got talent"
"Thanks! but no thanks. I don't have the time to form some kind of band. Far to busy" he got up walking to the door.
"That's fine" she watched him leave. "But if you ever want help continuing your music, I'm here"
"If you say so...later... Miss Miller" he left waving.
{Lunch}
"Well at least no one commented on how I looked so far, maybe no one recognized me"
It's been a couple periods now and no comments were made regarding him so far. And Kim wasn't here yet, which means she's either sick or on a mission. Those missions do take her all around the world after all.
"Wow that you Stoppable, if I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to hide from me" that got the cafeteria's attention.
"Bruce its been a while"
'I just had to jinx myself great, just great' Bruce was Brick's second cousin and one of the jocks that has been picking on Ron when Kim stopped hanging out with him.
"Yeah it has and what's with that shitty getup, trying to make new friends now that possible dumped you"
"Ah but she dumped you first now didn't she"
Saying that seemed to have piss Bruce, as shown when he launched at the sitting teen, whom up until now was quietly eating the lunch he brought with him.
The end result surprised everyone. Bruce had his face smashed into Ron's table, his arm he was using to throw a punch at Ron with twisted behind his back with Ron himself holding it in place at such a position that any sudden movements by Bruce would cause him pain.
"Piece of advice, never try that again. Or next time I might just end up breaking your arm by mistake." He said whispering the last part so only Bruce heard. Applying a bit more pressure "Understand" Ron released him and turned leaving the cafeteria.
"I'll get you for this Stoppable" Bruce shout after him feeling humiliated, especially in front a quarter of the school. "Just you watch and see"
After that it was safe to say most of the jocks took the hint that Ron wasn't to be messed with. And soon the entirety of the school knew that. Even though some chose not to believe that Stoppable could possibly man-handled Bruce.
Saying it was just rumors. And rumors were just that rumors.
This was it. His very first full on solo mission, well not really a mission but more like a patrol of the city. Crime in Middleton has become more frequent as of late and with Kim focusing more on the non lethal threats of the state/world, he decided to take on the more local threats. The fully lethal ones. You know robbing banks with automatic weapons, kidnappings and mobsters if they were any, that type of thing. Just yesterday there was an attack on one of the science labs in west Middleton. And before that there was one on South Middleton. There was obviously something going on right now. As reports say no one was injured during the attack, nor was anything taken. But they had seemed to be looking for something... Or someone.
Tons of technological advancements at their finger tips and they didn't take a thing. That only left that it wasn't a thing that they were after but a someone. And in the whole of Middleton only two great minds were valuable enough to want.
James Possible- well known father of The Kim Possible and someone who's absence would be notice immediately. The police would be called and Kim Possible would come running to save them. And the last thing they would want is to be known as the idiots who killed/fatally injured Americas sweet heart.
So that left one. The less famous super model of a genius. Or is it genius super model. V.
Vivian Francis Porter. Robotics engineer and one of the few people known to have created an A.I. Artificial Intelligence.
And he knew just where to find her. Middleton Space Center. All he needed to do was shadow her for a couple hours and wait and see. If they appeared, then he'd take them down hard, find out who their bosses were and take them down as well
. Simple right.
And simple it was. As two black plate less SUV's pulled up to the Space Center.
"Seriously?...Put up a big flashing sign saying suspicious, why don't ya! I actually expected they would be better had this". The back to the front SUV opened and a man in a well dressed suit stepped out. He then when to security and had a mini conversation with him, which ended in the guard speaking into walkie before allowing the man in.
'No one seems to be coming out of those anytime soon, which means the person inside is probably a scout. But why now? They just charged in the last few times and shot up the place, so why send a scout? " he said in confusion. " alright time to find out just what we're dealing with."
Pulling down the hood of his suit, he left his observation point and blended in with the leaving workers and students, casually walking to the SUV's as if on a stroll. Reaching beside the one in the back he suddenly missed a step tripping , and falling next to truck.
Groaning in pain on the floor as some people stopped to help him ask if he's okay, while others straight up laughed or ignored him all together.
Using the SUV as leverage he got up laughed slightly saying he fine and thanking the few people for their concerns, Ron turned and walked away in the opposite direction of where he was walking before rubbing his head, and by default back to his observation point (O.P.). While the occupants of the SUV who were tensed when seeing Ron fall next to their truck, shook their heads when they saw him moving in the wrong direction of where he was before, thinking he may have hit his head hard enough that he forgot his sense of direction.
Ron on the other hand simply smiled upon reaching his ride for tonights patrol, his Kawasaki Ninja H2™R.
"Sub mission complete"
And by the looks of all the doors to the SUV opening, his main mission was just about to begin.
"Time to gear up" he opened the bag laying next to his bike, taking out the rest of gear he brought with him.
Vivian was in a very good mood today. Even though she'd hate to admit it. After months of searching, most ending failure, she had finally found herself a decent guy to go out with. She was tired of faking being in a relationship especially with her own creation ( not that they knew it was her A.I.). And tonight he was going to pick her up from work, and probably carry her off to some romantic dinner in this new restaurant opening up in Upperton and hopefully hit it off. It also good that he wasn't to bad on the eyes either.
So when the time came and she was alerted to his arrival by the building security. She quickly finished up on the project she was helping Mr. Possible with, did a quick change of clothing into a beautiful red dress( I have no idea what kind of dress women wear). And proceeded to meet him in the hallway outside her office, in which case instead of complimenting her dress and beauty like a normal person, he did something completely in expected.
That was putting a gun to her face well not face but generally pointing a gun at her.
"Scream and you die, don't cooperate and you die, do every thing I say when I say. Move" he said pointing shifting the gun to side gesturing her to walk to the elevator a few feet down.
She did as told, being shot/killed was not in her plans for the night. "You know I must have the worst taste in men,"
"Quite"
"Are you really Michael, or did you kill him and pose as him"
"I said Quite" he obviously wasn't amused as he clocked back the trigger for his Remington Model 1911 R1 Handgun. taking his phone out of his pocket with his free hand he speed dialed a number.
"I got her"
`You sure that's her? Our employers won't be to happy if we keep drawing attention to ourselves`
"Positive, extraction is a go. Get us out of here."
`Got it we're coming in'
Hanging up the phone, and putting it into his pocket, he refocused his attention on Vivian. "Get it and press lobby"
Again she did as she was told with him coming up behind her only this time the gun was pressed into her back.
{SUV's}
"Alright it's time" from truck 1 team leader
`Extraction approved` truck 2 team leader
"Yeah, contact Markov tell him to watch our backs" 1
`Already did, you hear all that` 2
`I did and try not to kill anyone, I don't want any screw ups. Understood` this voice was Russian.
"Understood" 1
`Understood` 2
'Go'
The front window for second SUV sled half way down before a stun round was silently shot out a and hit the only security guard outside the building guarding the door. The moment he hit the ground the all the doors, bar the driver, for SUV's were opened and a seven men total wearing hockey masks while wielding AK-47s and Mossberg JIC 8-Shot Shotguns piled out, swiftly reaching the entrance to the center.
One clocked back his shotgun.
"ON THE GROUND, GET ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW"
"EVERYBODY DOWN, DOWN ON THE GROUND RIGHT NOW"