Scrambling Through The Chaos

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled program for this emergency broadcast. No less than ten minutes ago, the world was rocked as twenty explosions were simultaneously unleashed, each in their own separate location across the globe. The source of the explosions and their targets are yet to be determined and sadly, it is unclear as to how long such a discovery could take. Many explosives have occurred underground and have created deep sink holes. As you can see, this in turn has compromised the structural integrity of multiple buildings at most impact sites…"

The reporter continued on, but Wade had already stopped paying attention. He had far too many things to focus on already and the constant clicking of computer quickly drowned out most other sounds. He barely even noticed the others running around him.

This whole situation was an absolute nightmare. The scope of it was so big and varied that he couldn't keep up. The attack on the hospital happened so quick and disrupted so many cameras that following it alone was a challenge, leaving him struggling to find incoming footage of anything going on inside it. For the first time he could remember, he barely knew any more than the reporters covering the scene, and this time all of them were useless. As crazy for a story as they usually got, even they knew to stay far away from this warzone. It was only now that he was getting a full set of details.

"Kim's completely out cold, and a little beaten up, but she's come back swinging from worse." Ron sighed, rubbing his face. Whether due to his own relief or exhaustion, Wade wasn't sure. He could probably figure it out if he spent more than a second's glance on the Kimmunicator's monitor. "I think she mostly just needs sleep."

"That's good to hear." Stated Wade, relaxing just a little as he pressed on with his work. "What about everyone else? Reports on the hospital are lousy and being completely overridden by the worldwide explosions."

"Well, no one died. You know, outside the initial attack and first responding Global Justice agents, anyway." Ron grimaced, rubbing the back of his head. "A lot of people have serious ear damage and electrical burns though. The Director's in bad shape, she's in surgery right now, and Shego has some broken ribs and is already terrorizing the doctor trying to help her, but other than that, most people just have minor injuries and a lifetime's worth of mental trauma. I can relate."

"And the villains?" Wade asked, checking every program and page he had monitoring the city.

"Electronique and Aviarius will both live and recover. But they won't be talking to anyone anytime soon. We were not in any way gentle when we clobbered them." That response unnerved Wade a little to be honest. He'd never once heard Ron sound like that. It was the kind tone that could only say 'they deserved what they got'. "But there is something else I need to mention. Have you checked the phone lines since the fight? Or have you turned them off?"

"What? No, I...completely forgot all about it." Wade groaned, his fingers coming to an immediate halt as he smacked himself in the face. Damn it, what a stupid mistake! he'd let himself get too distracted when Electronique showed up and only focused on trying to get a good view of the situation. That meant that the phone lines were left completely free for their enemies' help to aid them or escape. That could have ended with everyone dead so easily! How could he be so careless?

"Well, that might be bad." Ron grimaced, sucking a loud breath through his clenched teeth. "See, the staff with the Glow powers fell into the basement and the agents who were sent after it came back claiming it was gone and holding a teleporter thingy."

"Oh terrific!" Wade exclaimed, now smacking his head repeatedly against the desk. So instead of his screw up further endangering his friends now, he'd let the villains escape with the biggest prize. With that staff, anyone could become a serious threat, if it fell into the wrong hands...like Dementor's who so far seemed like the most likely mastermind behind all of this...who knew what would be coming next?

"Hey Wade, don't beat yourself up so much! We all make mistakes, man." Ron cried, throwing his face up close to the screen in his concern. "Besides, there's bigger things to worry about right now. Like, how are you and the others? Actually, where are they?" He asked, perplexed as he pulled back from the screen and looked around, only growing more confused at everyone's absence. "I thought that at least Monique and Felix would have pushed you out of the way by now and demanded answers."

"They and Henry have taken off to help with rescue and evacuations. Bulma has everyone else either checking the company for any damage or checking in with their families." Wade sighed. "Metro City's one of the bomb sites. We got rocked here a little, but Capsule Corp's a safe enough distance away from the blast zone. We're fine here and I'm monitoring the others as best I can. So far, they're going fine."

"Oh good. I was worried for a second there." Said Ron, the tension visibly relaxing from his shoulders as he sagged. Though, it was quickly replaced by a trouble frown crossing his face. "But man, what are the odds of this all happening at once? I mean, first Team Go's attacked by an unexpected team up, then the hospital's attacked while we're in it and then, at the same time, twenty Global Justice branches were somehow blown up without a hint or a trace? Whoever's done this was a mastermind!"

"Wait, what?" Wade cried, whipping his wide eyes up at Ron. "The explosions were all from Global Justice bases?"

"Yeah, you didn't already know?" Ron exclaimed, his jaw dropping in disbelief and only making Wade feel even more foolish. Apparently, there were even more important details his currently scattered focus had allowed him to miss. "I heard some of the agents talking to the Doc's number two about it. Twenty of their most well defended, high security bases were blown to smithereens simultaneously without the slightest warning. It was like the bombs were brought in by magic! Which, to be fair, apparently that is possible."

"But so is teleportation!" Within a second, Wade was back at his other screen and typing faster than ever before. Bringing up his findings from before, he quickly noted a number of new strange energy fluxes surging out of Go City before expanding his search of the grid, narrowing in on every city to be struck. And sure enough, there they were. Metro City, Hong Kong, Sydney, every one of those twenty locations showed unusual phone line activity, one going in and two coming out. "Got them! This was Dementor's doing too."

"Seriously? How could that be? Wouldn't someone have to answer a phone to let them in?" Ron cried.

"Yep. But there's two signatures going out. Maybe they abducted whoever answered their calls." Wade answered, frowning in concern at the thought before a big grin started growing on his face. "But that just means that there may be more survivors we can still save. And, more importantly, this means that I can track them."

"You the man, Wade!" Ron declared, opting to just go with it as Wade got to work. "I'm going to check up on everyone again and let the agents here know what's going on. Let me know if you find anything that I can pretend to understand?"

"You bet. And you let me know when Kim wakes up, ok?" Wade replied, getting an immediate nod in response. "I'll see you later then, Ron."

"Bye." The screen went blank a second later, but Wade barely even noticed. Hell, he barely even paid attention to what Monique and Felix were doing. He was too driven, to determined to complete his own plan. This was their chance. The warehouse may have been a bust, with this many agents to track, it was only a matter of time before he found their hideout. And when they did, he'd shut down their link and leave them trapped to face probably half the world after what they'd done.

Turning his attention back to the TV for just a moment, Wade could only nod his head in resolution as tears fell down his face at the sight of a man desperately trying to reach his injured wife before turning back to work. He wasn't going to stop until he found the ones who did this and had them sent to Hell for it.

….

Getting to the blast site would have been notoriously difficult for most people. Hordes of screaming people and speeding cars were everywhere. It was amazing no one had been crushed yet as they clambered over each other, fences and even speeding vehicles once or twice in their desperate attempts to flee. The pure terror was only growing stronger as the buildings groaned around them and sink holes started breaking through the ground, even a good five blocks away from the actual detonation site. It was of no surprise really, the stability of a large, deep area of the earth beneath the city had been violently compromised. There was simply no way of currently knowing just how far that sudden gap in pressure would affect and with so many high-risers in the area, half the city was likely to be in the danger zone.

Even the sky was hazardous, as rescue and media helicopters alike were flocking the area, frequently coming in low for the scoop or to seek out more victims. Something that was dangerous in itself the closer you got to the source with all the tilting buildings. Even Felix was having trouble getting around in the chaos, struggling to avoid everything airborne or falling, before finally stopping at a building leaning against its neighbor. He and Monique must have found some people stuck, for Monique was firing one of her launchers at the window a second later, the screech of shattering glass piercing the area as the ball on the end of her rope broke through. They disappeared from sight instantly after that.

Honestly, Henry was tempted to do the same thing. There was no difficulty whatsoever in finding buildings or piles of rubble holding down trapped and injured people. However, he forced himself to push on, right to the core of the situation. Rescue crews were already running rampart throughout the city and those further out were still safer. The people at the blast site were a different story entirely.

So, blocking out every distraction he could, every excuse to stop, he kept ploughing his way forward, running up and kicking off the side of buildings to avoid the masses with a speed and precision that would have left even Ryo in the dust, a dull green glow never quite fading from his eyes and feet.

Reaching the blast zone far faster than even he'd thought he could, Henry took a moment to observe the situation. Rescue vehicles had circled the area and a number of people were already making their way slowly down the new cliff, however most had succeeded at very little so far. The newly concussed and exposed soil was still coming loose and falling, making it hard to find safe ways to enter or evacuate the trapped and injured. Helicopters were having better luck, dropping ladders to the relatively uninjured on higher ground and dropping down themselves wherever they could find people trapped or hurt in relatively stable areas, but they were merely scratching the surface, almost literally.

Some areas were quickly filling with water, no doubt from both the park's large water sources and the sewers being breached and blocked, and power lines were sparking in all directions. The power hadn't been cut yet. That meant, in addition to the still shifting buildings, stones and debris, there were high risks of drowning, electrocutions and fiery explosions if those wild sparks hit anything flammable, a possibility that was far too likely to happen at any time. Add the fact that, even more frequently than the areas beyond, the ground was still settling and opening new holes everywhere, and you had one hell of a nightmare to navigate. It could take days just to get a semi-safe footing in the area. That was far too much time for the people within.

Fortunately, Henry didn't need days. In fact, all he waited for was the determining of a semi-clear area and set locations of as many injured civilians as he could track before flinging his arms out and diving from the side of a tilted five story build into the nightmare below.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"

"OH MY GOD! SOMEONE CATCH HIM!"

"DID HE FALL OR IS HE JUST SUICIDAL?"

"WHO CARES? BOY, GRAB THIS! QUICKLY!"

Sparing the last guy he heard shouting a flicker of his eye, he saw and almost ignored the offered safety line being thrown his way, one hanging from a small crane over the mouth of the hole, probably meant for evacuees to tie themselves with and get pulled up to safety. However, noting the length, he opted to snag it at the last second, but rather than swinging and slowing his decent, he gave it a hard yank and with a flare of green light around his gauntlets, Henry altered his course. Drowning out all the cries of fear, concern and, eventually, amazement, Henry flung his arms up at the last second and came to a sudden, jerky, but steady halt, his body flinging itself upright and planting his feet carefully on the ground.

Careful to keep his arms up and out around him, he let his feet kick at the ground, double checking its stability as his glowing eyes scanned the area. The rubble beneath him held a lot of metal, large plates of it, but the hum of electricity was low. All in all, he was confident in his original speculation and let his feet sink in a little more. The area was sturdy, perfectly safe. For now anyway.

Satisfied, he took one more look around before grinning as he narrowed his vision on a long, still standing, metal pole. It was just a street light, one that was missing probably the top third of it, but not only was it upright, it was safe to touch and, judging both from a few good tugs and his power telling him just how deep underground the metal continued on, very stable. So he took no time at all climbing up halfway and tying the rope tightly around it. Giving the rope a few tugs as well, ensuring his work would hold, Henry then turned back to his still frazzled, would-be rescuers with a big smile and jumped up onto the rope, summoning a small, metal pipe along the way and held it above him in both hands as he slid back down it. Landing with a good thump, he turned back to the group and stomped around a bit more, all the while nodding his head encouragingly toward the newly made zip line. Confident he got his point across and that more rescuers would be down there soon, he gave them one more firm look before stunning them all once again as he took off at top speed, his arms up at either side of him once again as he made a beeline for the nearest people he could find.

"Stay still! I'm coming!" He called ahead, his voice demanding and concerned enough to bring a woman trying to dig herself and her child out of very unstable debris to an immediate halt. Practically sliding to a stop beside her, Henry gave both terrified faces his most gentle and reassuring smile. "Don't worry. You're going to be fine."

….

"Ya gettin a bit out there, Drakken!" Killigan exclaimed, throwing his hands at the screen as he turned to the mad scientist. "I thought da point was ta off Kim Possible! Why should we bother with this super-powered random?"

"Agreed." Monkey Fist nodded, crossing his arms as he landed Drakken with a deadpan stare. "We know exactly where she is and that hospital is both damaged and still full of easy bait to draw her right to us with. We could swarm in and crush her."

"Don't be foolish." Spectra spat back, startling everyone with the sheer level of venom in Drakken's voice. Honestly, it was a miracle her eyes weren't pure red with a glowing body to match right now. This stupid demand was right out of the blue, had far too demanding of a time crunch for convincing this gaggle of idiots and was far too likely to blow up in everyone's faces. The bastard had her trying to turn this loser squad against the biggest guns in the world, which she had previously used to terrify them into submission! They were far more likely bail or mutiny then go along with this. "Thanks to those two idiots' stunt, we might, if we're lucky, get in and succeed, but we would never make it out alive. We need to draw her to a new place and no matter where that place is, removing this boy has become critical."

"And why would that be?" Senor Senior Sr inquired, raising an unimpressed eyebrow as he watched the boy effortlessly shove a heavy, metal plate off an old man before quickly and carefully carrying him to a rescue crew's safety zone. "Yes, the teen is stronger and faster than any normal human, but that hardly makes him drastically important."

"He's also a technopath!" Spectra snapped, only to slap her face when half the hired helped only stared blankly in response. "He can manipulate and control all forms of technology with just his mind! Once connected to the internet, he can take any information and control all technology connected to it the world over! That includes the phone lines, which they know we've been using to get around! Now that he knows what to look for, he can track and disrupt our every move."

"What?" Dementor hissed, ripping his eyes away from the Asian effortlessly running through a highly unstable area to glare at the blue villain. "You pulled this stunt knowing someone like that was getting involved with Kim Possible? You fool! You'll get us all taken down!"

"I didn't know he had that kind of power pre-plan! I've barely even heard of the bunch he comes from!" Spectra hissed right back, making a point to get right into his helmet covered face, grumbling mentally herself at just how true that statement was. "I found out while spying on Wade and his new associates. Now we need to correct this quickly and we've been given the perfect opportunity. He's alone and in a highly hazardous environment. There are injured people everywhere to keep him distracted and hesitant. There's little active tech in a five mile radius he'd willingly use to help himself, he's not going to get more vulnerable than he is now. We're not going to get a more perfect time to capture him!"

"And why would we bother capturing him, cuz? Why not just off him, like the rest of your hit list? Seriously!" Motor Ed frowned, sharing confused looks with more than one associate.

"Agreed. If he's that dangerous to us, keeping him with us is only asking for trouble, boss." Hank nodded.

"He's not nearly so dangerous if we keep all technology out of his range." Spectra answered, struggling to ignore the snickers as her bottled rage triggered Drakken's sunflower petals. "But he does have information that could be very useful to us, will make a great hostage and there are a few other details we can discuss later, but right now, time is of the essence! If you still want to end Kim Possible, this boy's capture is a key point that we have to achieve now!"

"Have fun in your attempt." Gemini grunted uncaringly, dismissing the whole conversation as he turned his back on the group. "I care nothing for the girl. By some miracle, your plan has already succeeded in our mutual interest, so there's no longer a reason for me to stay."

"Gemini! Have you heard nothing of what I've said?" Spectra cried, starting a minor panic as the dark spy boss and his minions headed toward the exit. "Read between the lines! This boy will be an eternal threat to us all unless we deal with him!"

"Then I hope your sheer dumb luck continues." Gemini glared over his shoulder, his feet never stopping. "However, that's your mess, you clean it. I only care about Global Justice's fall, which is yet to be finalized. So I am going to take advantage of this disaster and the list of locations my men acquired while undercover and finish the job. I couldn't care less about the rest of you, the girl or a boy who doesn't even know I'm involved in your little stunts. Don't call me again." With that, he spared everyone in the room one last 'greater than thou' sneer before the door sealed shut.

"Charming, isn't he?" Monkey Fist stated dryly as most others glared at the door.

"Not to mention single minded. But he does still have a point." Dementor mused, rubbing his chin. "Global Justice was hit hard, cripplingly so, but that won't be enough to end them and they're more vulnerable now than they ever have been before or will be again. And as you said, Drakken, they are the real threat, not some hyped up cheerleader." He added, throwing a pointed look at Spectra, challenging her to disagree with him, before turning to his own minions. "Men, let's clear out! We're going to see if Gemini will share those base locations."

"Yes sir!"

'Damn it!' Spectra almost screamed and burst from Drakken's pathetic body right then and there. She was so tempted to block the entrance and pummel all would-be deserters into submission. Even if this was predicted even before the Wong boy and this ridiculous alteration was brought up, she had really hoped that selling the new brat's level of threat would encourage a little more help from the most difficult ones. Instead, Gemini simply didn't care, confident in his obscurity, and Dementor…

"You do realize of course, that Kim's little friends will figure out your involvement, right Professor Demented?" Spectra called casually after him, smirking victoriously as he froze in place. "After all, transportation through the phone lines is a remarkable feat, one that only you have developed and Kim Possible's crew know it. Plus, you are intelligent, enough so to come up with this whole scheme yourself and since I'm 'out of the game', all the evidence suggests that you're the one behind all of this. So if we fail to capture Henry Wong and end Team Possible for good before they come to and share that conclusion…" Oh, Spectra loved it when that realization turned to fear and dread. She couldn't stop herself from moving in close and feeding off of him as his whole body sagged with a defeated sigh.

"Very well, Drakken. I'll assist you a bit longer.

"Excellent! Now, what of the rest of you?" Spectra grinned, turning her attention back to the rest of the room.

"Who cares if we're adding one more squeeb to the list?" Gil declared, forcing his way to the middle of the room. "As long as I get Ron, then all I have to say is get on with it already!"

"Getting a meddler with that kind of ability out of our hair could only be a benefit." Senor Senior nodded his agreement, pushing his son forward. "Junior, make your father proud!"

"What? Father! Why must I go if you are not?"

Spectra simply laughed in victory as those around her, one by one, voiced their acceptance. She had them. Vlad's stupid alteration hadn't jeopardized the end goal. At least not yet. She could still get her extended global cesspool of misery. And to top it off, now that she thought about it, this mission would put her right in the middle of the buffet at its peak.

Vlad just dodged another bullet. She couldn't wait to get out there.

...

"YES! I did it!" Wade couldn't stop himself for whooping for joy as he stared at his screen, his fists swinging up in victory. He'd done it! It had been more than a little difficult, even for him, following the fluctuations. They were crazy fast and their routes twisted and turned like hell, but he'd done it! He'd found the end point, the single place every single surge ended. Even the Go city surges could be traced to the same place! A...mountain cave in the middle of nowhere?

That brought a frown to his face. That wasn't Dementor's MO. And while plenty of Kim's adversaries had out of the way locations, making a lair out of a cave was more Drakken's thing. But he was out of the game and never once went after Team Go. Shego even helped fight off the bad guys, there was no way they were involved in this. Maybe it was the ghost's haunt? But then, why would it have a phone line? And now that he thought about it, wasn't this Drakken's...

That concern however, was completely forgotten a second later as a mass of surges, one after the after and coming in by the dozens, practically exploded through the phone lines.

"Oh no!" He hadn't found them in time. They were on the move.

"Wade?" The boy didn't so much as blink as Jazz's concerned voice snuck up behind him. He just kept on practically attacking his keyboard, trying to follow the surges' path. "What's wrong? You're really pale. And are you even seeing what's on that screen before it disappears?" She asked, squinting over his shoulder.

"All the attacks are from the same group and I didn't find them in time." Wade shouted, growing more panicked by the second. "They're sending a huge group to their next target and I can't stop them! They're moving too fast, I don't know where they're going and even if I did, if I shut down the phone lines now, I'd probably kill everyone travelling the line."

"The phone teleporters?" Jazz asked nervously, her grip tightening over the back of Wade's chair. "So what can we do?"

"Nothing until it's probably already too late." Wade stated, his voice only growing more distressed. "Their path is so sporadic, I haven't got a clue where they'll...hang on. Oh God." Both teens could only stare, dumbstruck and terrified as the monitor finally slowed down and settled over Japan and into a very particular city as the surges disappeared one by one, until none remained. "They all came here. They're in Metro City."

AN: And we're back! Hope you enjoy the third and final arc of this story.

Fantasycrest, better late than never. Thanks for the review I'm glad you like it.