Beasts Unleashed

Jake had to admit it, this plan was working out to be a lot easier than he expected. Normally, his attempts at infiltration were messy and hazardous to say the least and he always ended up caught. This time however, it was absolute breeze.

From the moment the door opened, Jake had been free to run full pelt, slipping from one hallway to the next without the slightest bit of trouble, and it was all thanks to Henry. Between the map of the compound he'd supplied and his monitoring, the technopath had made it easy to both find his destination point with ease and stay far from anyone he couldn't easily one-shot. Having a guy watching every possible path and directing you made a hell of a difference, one that Jake was absolutely loving.

"Take the middle route at the next fork. You should slow down a little once you enter it." Henry advised as Jake rounded another bend, launching a reptilian fist right into the face of a sole henchmen he'd already been made aware of leaving a bathroom and sending him back in, unconscious without breaking stride. "Dementor's men are approaching it from both exits. You need to get in fast to avoid those closest to you, but your full speed won't give the others enough time to pass the corridor's end."

"Hear ya loud and clear, man!" Jake replied, pouring on the speed through the crossroad before diving into a roll under a table. Pulling himself up into a crouch, he opted to keep close to a wall and press on at a much more casual pace for a few minutes. This corridor was a bit more cluttered with furniture than most of the others and its few doorways were both open and revealing nothing interesting. It looked more like a waiting/conference area, so there wasn't anything here that would entice thieves. The perfect place for Jake to relax and catch his breath a little. "So, any more activity to worry about?"

"…No, I think you're fine until you reach your target." Henry confirmed a moment or two later. "Huey's taken down most other potential problems and the next set of deliveries are a good eight minutes away."

"Well, that's more than enough time." Jake smirked as he made it to the next junction. After all, his destination was a mere hundred feet away.

Reaching the door, Jake slowed down just enough to quietly open it before diving in behind a small mountain of tires, silently calling for his ear of the dragon and listening in for any suspicion as he did so. Satisfied that his entrance had gone unnoticed, he slowly lifted his head and took in what he was dealing with.

The loading dock was pretty much exactly how he expected it to be. Seven large trucks were parked around the enormous area and in the process of being loaded. Henchmen, mostly ones in the red bodysuits of Drakken's men, or green jumpsuits, were all over the place, carrying boxes and equipment with…varying degrees of care between them. Meaning, those in green or the occasional grey were being delicate while Drakken's men were practically throwing the payload into one truck or another. Even Jake, who didn't have the first clue what was going where, couldn't stop a series of flinches as box after gadget was tossed into the trailers.

"Stop that, you incompetent ninnies!" A German accented voice roared, drawing Jake's attention as a yellowed skinned man with what looked like a bucket on his head leaped out of one trailer and stomped his way across the room. "Do you even have the first clue what it is you are throwing around? Every liquid in those bottles is extremely volatile! One careless action and you could blow half of us up!"

"Seriously! Be more careful." A man with a mullet agreed, shouting from the roof of another truck. "Cuz won't be happy if you nuke us all and ruin his cut in the spoils. Seriously."

Sadly, much to Jake's concern, not many of the red clad goons seemed all that concerned with their scolding. Thanks to his dragon eyes, Jake could see some of them were even rolling their eyes behind their shades as they pressed on, only giving the cargo the slightest more care than they had before, once again setting of the German into a much more volatile rant. Ducking back down as the group leaders and their more competent henchmen tried to threaten them into seeing reason, Jake took a moment and few deep breaths before turning back to his Vcom. "Yo, Henry, I got a mullet doing an air guitar scream and a buckethead with a temper and a lot of know-how with chemicals. They anyone worth worrying about?"

"Motor Ed and Professor Dementor. A speed junky engineer and a mad scientist." Henry answered immediately. Jake knew asking him would be a lot faster than looking for their data. "They're names of note, but neither's all that much without a car or an invention. So long as you take care of anything Dementor pulls out, you should be fine. Currently, Drakken's men are the biggest risk to all of you by far. They're not even securing the chemicals they've acquired and they range from methane to experimental fuels. Mercury and silver nitrate too."

"So shut them down fast and keep all attacks clear of the bottles. Got it." Jake nodded, shifting a little to glance around his tire pile. "Nothing unexpected's happened yet?"

"You still have six minutes." Henry confirmed.

"Great. Hit the lights in one." With that, Jake put his communicator away and pulled himself into relaxed, cross-legged position, closing his eyes as he took in a deep breath and concentrated. Wisps of orange aura flared around his body for a moment before slowly pulling away and solidifying next to him, taking an identical form to its creator. However, Jake didn't stop there. The moment his chi fully formed into a doppelganger, he took another breath and repeated the process again and again, until there was a total of five Jake Longs sitting behind the tires. Normally, he would not take it this far, what with the sacrifice of chi draining his strength and power required to do so, but this time around, he was better off with the numbers. Even in this weakened state, he and his duplicates were more than a match for any of their opponents and the more places he could be at once, the less likely anyone would be able to slip away and warn the others. After all, the last thing they wanted was to cause any panic too soon and this definitely would. His job was to ensure that escape was impossible.

With Henry controlling the security system and shutting down all phone lines, this loading dock was the only accessible exit. One of its doors had been damaged, probably by Vegeta or Trunks, and was currently only useable manually. On top of that, these trucks were currently the only vehicles on sight other than projects in garages and storage areas Henry had already sealed off from the area. With the police already called, courtesy of Henry, there was no chance of getting away on foot even if they managed to leave the building, so all Jake had to do to ensure their capture was take out these vehicles. Everyone else in this room was just a bonus.

Sparing just a moment to share a smirk with his duplicates, each Jake nodded at each other before summoning their eyes of the dragon right as the lights went out.

"See? Is something so basic really so…" Dementor's rant was cut right off and as the world went black, eliciting gasps and cries of confusion from everyone in the room. "What is this? Oiy! Control room! What are you-AAAHH!"

Before anyone could even get their bearings, small fireballs were flying everywhere. Though taking great care to avoid anything and anyone holding potentially explosive compounds, Jake and his doubles spat them out like spit balls as they dispersed through the room, eliciting a number of screams. While a few made direct hits on freehanded men, blowing them into walls or allies, most exploded against the ground, using fear and rebounding flares to have everyone stumbling away, bumping into each other and tripping over their own feet. Scared, confused, blinded and completely unorganised, almost every goon was made useless or a hindrance in an instant.

"Seriously, stop tryna torch my mullet!" Motor Ed yelled, whipping out a pair of wrenches as he dived around two fireballs and charged toward the source. "Do you know how hard it is to care for it around all this grease?"

Jake had to admit, he was amazed, though whether that was at Ed's level of bravery or stupidity remained to be seen. The guy was leaping and rolling through every fireball coming his way, raising his tools ready for a heavy strike.

'Stupidity.' He quickly found his answer. Motor Ed got right in and went for the shot…three feet to his target's left. The Jake hadn't even moved, though he did stop himself from firing again when he noticed just how much grease he had on his body. 'If he was hit by so much as a spark, he'd probably go up like a roman candle. What an idiot!' Taking advantage of the huge opening the swings had made, Jake took no time at all shifting an arm and slipped right into it, slamming his fist into the guy's solar plexus. A loud, choked gasp left Motor Ed's mouth immediately, but before it could even finish, his failed target had already latched onto his arm and tossed him right into two of the green clad men running for the door, bringing another round of cries, screams and thumps as they all crashed to the ground. "Sorry boys, but no one's leaving."

Meanwhile, the other Jakes had already gotten in good and close from all directions, much to the stumbling henchmen's terror. The fireballs had stopped, but that only made things even more difficult for them as small figures dashed though the dark. Ear piercing screeches and bangs echoed through the area as Jake and his clones went on a rampage. The dragon boy didn't even need his dragon strength or scales as he took down one after another. Trip one here, flying kick another there and an occasional punch to the face or chop to the neck had them all meeting the concrete with ease, their own panic, lack of vision and close proximity all turning against them. And through it all, no one was even aware as he struck his true targets.

While four Jakes kept dashing around, ensuing chaos and dropping bodies, the fifth turned his attention to the vehicles. Shifting both arms, Jake had no problem removing the hoods before slashing his claws and ripping at the engine. Satisfied the truck wasn't going anywhere, he took a stab at the front tire for good measure before right back into the fray, easily taking down another red clad man as another Jake started the process again.

"Drakken, why aren't you answering?" Dementor practically screamed into his earpiece, backing into a wall as the few members of his own men moved protectively before him. "Drakken? Anyone, I don't care who, just SOMEONE respond! We're under…"

"ARGH!" He never finished, for right at that moment, a Jake sprang right at his men, sweep kicking one from behind the knees, launching a foot hard into the gut of the next and using it to leap into a backflip, spitting a fireball at the third midjump and blowing him hard against the wall. None of them had a chance and could barely moan or whimper on the ground. Only the first victim could even try to stand after that, and he was quickly neutralised as a fist slammed his head against the ground, effectively knocking him out. Satisfied with his work, Jake pulled himself up and sunk into an attack stance, taking great pleasure as he watched the deathly pale Dementor trembling in horror and sweating through his suit. He normally wasn't one to relish in the fear of his enemies, but after all these guys had done, he was quite enjoying the exception. What a sight he must have been to this monster. A vicious figure covered in darkness, the flames simmering in the back of his open, smirking mouth emphasising his red eyes and shifting fangs. He had to look like a demon to this killer turned prey.

"An-anyone…an-an…" Dementor stuttered, his terrified eyes never leaving Jake as he stumbled away. This guy was helpless. He had no fighting talent whatsoever, all of the goons in the dock were down and out and while he did have weapons on him, they were all projectile types. Which he'd never touch. Jake had made sure of that by keeping himself between Dementor and the volatile substances they were trying to steal. One missed shot and Dementor would blow himself up and he knew it.

"Yeah, like communications weren't the first thing we dealt with when we took back over." Jake snarked as the others gathered behind him, all of them breathing out wisps of flames and eliciting an all-new bout of screams. Giving into his fear completely, Dementor sprang off the wall and ran for the door as fast as he could.

"HELP! WE HAVE AN INTRU-BAHH!" Sadly for him, he never even got close to the door before Jake struck him down. Dementor didn't even know what hit him before falling to the ground unconscious.

"Aww, yeah! That was the easiest one on twenty fight I've ever had!" Jake jeered, pumping a fist into the air and sharing a round of hi fives with his doppelgangers before reabsorbing them and pulling his Vcom back out of his pocket. "Mission accomplished, Henry. The trucks are all disabled. Even if they manage to take you out, they're not getting anywhere."

"Good. I think we're going to need the edge." Jake's cheer completely disappeared as he heard Henry's voice. He'd sounded a little distracted every time they'd spoken, as to be expected of one juggling multiple scenarios, but this time, the worry and sheer dread that came through was almost suffocating.

"Yo, Hen? Tech? What up, man?"

"I found the hostages. They're surrounding something." Henry replied, his voice only getting thicker the longer he went on. "There were some microphones in the room, so I've gotten some chatter. Jake…everyone, that's a bomb."

"Say what?"

"Aww man!"

"You gotta be kidding me!"

Apparently, Henry had flipped everyone onto the one channel and the others summed up a paling Jake's response almost perfectly. This was really bad. If that was the case, then if they made a single wrong move…

"Stick to the plan." Kim butted in, putting an immediate halt to that line of thought. "Keep a low profile and clear your objectives. Monique, you'll need to take a little more care and keep everyone as calm as possible, and Henry, see if you can find the trigger, but not much else needs to change. Whittle them down quietly and conceal your targets. We make sure everyone left when we're done is too close to that bomb to set it off. Trust me, none of these guys are going to kill themselves."

"The ghosts might." Jazz's trembling voice broke in. "They can phase through the bulk of the blast. They'll probably get blown away and take some damage, but they will get through it just fine."

"Then that's just one more reason to make them our priority." Jake replied firmly, taking a deep breath and turning back the way he came in. "Find them, figure out how many we're dealing with and send either me, Ron or Jazz their way. That's all there is to it."

"You heard the dragon." Kim agreed. "Now, let's get this done. Just remember, don't get hasty. We can still deal with this as long as we don't make any reckless mistakes."

"Yes ma'am!" Jake couldn't stop the smirk as they all said that simultaneously.

"Jake, one minute till rendezvous."

"Got it." Putting the Vcom away, Jake summoned his ear of the dragon once more and listened in on the approaching footsteps. Waiting until they were only a few feet away, he surged right through the doorway and slammed his fist right into an unsuspecting minion's gut, spinning and slamming him toward the ground with an elbow to the face a second later. The other five could only stare and scream as their brethren laid, groaning in pain, at his feet.

"Hate to break it to you, yo, but your luck sucks." He smirked, it only growing fiercer as his shifting hands and claws had the new group gasping and shaking. "You just became my round two."

….

This search had not done anything for Spectra's mood. She had flown back and forth all around the building, up high and low, and she had yet to find so much as a strand of red hair.

'Of course, she just had to go scurrying through one of the biggest, complex buildings in the world.' She mentally growled, grinding Drakken's teeth together as yet another set of rooms turned up empty. There were simply too many little nooks and crannies to hide in and a ridiculous amount of clutter-filled space to search through. Even if she was invisible to the brat, there was an endless supply of ways to hide and avoid being noticed. 'If this was literally any other building on this side of the planet, I would have found her ages ago!'

Phasing through the floor, she took off as fast as she could over the latest batch of work benches, clamping her teeth down on her lip as the urge to scream continued to grow. This place was just as cluttered as the one before. If she didn't want to risk overlooking the brat, then she was going to have to zigzag back and forth all around this cra…

"Wait a minute. Why is there still so much junk in here?" She asked out loud, freezing in place as she looked around the room. "This is an engineering lab. The idiot with the mullet sent his dopes to clean this area out ages ago. Did those morons get lost or something?"

That possibility did seem the most likely. She hadn't bothered to look around before, but even she could tell that the lab had barely been touched, at least by plunderers. The place was too full, with plenty of small, easy to carry parts all over the place and they were more or less evenly distributed. If someone had been in here, then there at least would be gaps in this mess.

Not that she really cared too much. After all, what was taken from this place and what blew up with it didn't matter in the slightest to her, as long as she got what she was promised. But still, this was strange enough to nag at her. Something wasn't right.

Opting to check the room later, Spectra took off through the next wall and down the hall. The twits probably just started with a different lab and she would be frustrated with herself for worrying once she saw them, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After all, if something did go wrong, then it might just lead to her…

'Target.' Spectra wasn't sure if she should smile or frown as phased through a small office and no less than four of mullet head's boys bound and unconscious. All of them were pressed against the wall beneath the camera, keeping them clear out of sight of the security squad, but that should have been pointless. The time it'd take to defeat, bind and move them should have been plenty for the morons watching the screens to notice. So how come no one was informed?

"This is what I get for working with peons." She scowled, reaching for her earpiece as she flew back through the door. "Security, care to tell me how you failed to notice…a lot of our men going down?" She cried, her voice growing more incredulous as she moved through the next room. Two monkeys and a pile of goop that was no doubt the remains of a synthodrone were in pretty much the same position, tied in rope and out cold on the floor. The only difference this time was that the culprit didn't bother to hide them from the cameras. "Security? Answer me right now, or when I'm done, all that'll be left of you is a walking shell of misery!"

Only growing more irritated as the line stayed noticeably dead, Spectra upped the pace and shifted direction, back toward the security office. If communications were down, then something had clearly happened up there and for those incompetent idiots' sake, it better be an attack.

That is, until her floating body was struck with a sudden, red, gust of wind. Thrown off-balance, she didn't even manage to bring herself to a halt before an 'oof' came from behind her, followed immediately by a body slamming into the ground. Whipping around, she could only gape as the red wind swirled around one of Dementor's men, the thug's body flinging itself around sporadically, as if it was taking a beating. It wasn't until the man was well and truly unconscious that the gale finally slowed down to reveal its true form.

'You've got to be kidding me!' Was all that could cross Spectra's mind as she stared, dumbfounded as the attacker groaned and heaved at his latest victim's arm. 'We're under attack…by an oversized duck in spandex?'

"Geez, what's this one been eating?" A duck that could talk apparently, and use his wings like arms. Then again, it had a very humanoid look to it, so maybe that's what they actually were. Who knows, it wasn't like Spectra had seen anything like this before. Not alive anyway, and it definitely wasn't a ghost. A ghost wouldn't be struggling nearly as much to move such a lightweight and would have just flown off with it by now, not drag it to a door they were taking the time to open. This was just bizarre. "Come on, you stupid handle, turn already!" Yeah, definitely not a ghost.

'Though that speed would explain how this many people were taken out without anyone knowing.' She conceded as she watched it get fed up with the door and letting his victim go before opening it and rolling him in with a blur. The thug probably got a few extra welts out of that one, especially after the thump of him hitting a table echoed out into the hallway. Well, either way, whatever this pest was, it had to go.

Not giving him a chance to take off again, Spectra flew straight into the doorway and relinquished her intangibility right as the latest batch of flower petal surrounded her head, this time bringing a smaller flower on a vine with it. "Flower, grab that poultry!"

The whisper barely left her mouth before the vine surged forward.

"Ok, that's another one down. Any more around-whaaahhh!" Wiping his forehead with one hand while talking into a small computer in the other, Spectra doubted he would have seen the vine's approach even if it wasn't invisible. As it was, it had no problem wrapping around it from the legs up at all, pulling him into the air in the process, his handheld clattering to floor behind him.

"Huey? What happened?" A voice called from the device. So, there was still a form of communication active. And this duck was working with others. Well, she'd just have to deal with them next.

"Something's grabbed me! But I can't see…" The duck started, whipping his head around wildly, trying to find his captor, only to sink into a deadpan look a second later. "The ghost found me, didn't it?"

"Aren't you the smart one?" Spectra drawled, letting herself become visible as the duck turned her way.

"Wait, isn't the blue guy Drakken? You're not dead. As far as we know."

"True, but he's been a useful puppet." She replied, her smirk darkening as her tightening vine had the duck groaning and squeaking in pain. "The face of the operation. The one who'll take the fall for all of this. And this flower power of his is quite useful for getting rid of unwanted guests."

"Y-you sure a-about that?" Huey squeaked, his face contorting in pain. However, before she could get pleasure from his suffering, his whole body started twisting and vibrating at a simply ridiculous speed. Within a moment, the vine was chipping, smoking and, most importantly, loosening. In mere seconds, he'd gone from ensnared and suffocating to breaking free and charging right at Spectra.

"ARGH!" She was struck before her eyes could even register the duck getting anywhere near her. Unable to respond in time, she'd taken a headbutt straight into Drakken's gut, sending her crashing to the ground while the duck ran over her.

"Fast Guy, left, down the stairs, right, second left." That was all Spectra got from the Duck's friend as it zipped around the room and snagged the device before taking off out the door, running over Drakken all over again, but it was enough. Belching out an infuriated roar, she phased right through the floor, ripping out her cutlass as she did, and fired a blast right at the stairwell.

A shocked scream immediately followed the boom of her blast, heralding the floundering speedster falling down the stairs he'd so clearly tried jumping back up a second later. Taking advantage of his disorientation, Spectra surged right at him, aiming her blade even as her flower vine ripped ahead of her. Sadly for her, Huey was quicker to recover than she expected and was on his feet before she could blink. Within seconds he easily slipped through the tangling vine, magic laser fire and an actual slash of the sword as they passed by before skidding to a halt behind her.

"So, I'm guessing the stairway shot was just dumb luck?" The nerve of that duck! Spinning around, Spectra wanted nothing more than to rip that smug beak right off of his face. "After that and the invisible vine, I was expecting a much better challenge, but you're a total noob, aren't ya?"

"Says the freak that can do nothing but run fast!" Spectra spat, turning invisible before swooping in again, only to grow more frustrated as the duck ran random loops all around the hall, creating red, blurry figure eights and small gusts of wind everywhere. It was impossible to tell where he was. "Who are you to belittle me? You're just an abomination. A mistake of nature. You're not even safe to put on a dinner table. Who would even care for the opinions of a hideous mutant like you?"

"Hideous? You need your specs checked, spectre! I'm as prime a specimen as my kind gets." Well, that didn't go as planned. She'd hoped to take the pleasure of draining his morale, and his strength along with it, but he only sounded offended over a single word. No matter, that just meant relying on more physically painful methods and while she would prefer to hide her arsenal as much as possible from prying eyes, Spectra was perfectly happy to do it here.

Planting herself roughly in the path the eights were taking, Spectra set aside her sword and slammed her cackling hands into the ground, unleashing spiralling, purple lightning all around her.

"AARRGGHH!" Ahh, music to her ears. The affect was instantaneous. A small implosion of air struck the area as the duck came to an immediate halt a few feet away, purple dancing all over his body and sending him spasming to the ground.

"I doubted you reached electricity's speed." Spectra sneered, already sending her vine to wrap around him once more and squeezing tightly around his chest before heading for his neck. She wasn't taking any chances this time. This duck was going to die right here and now.

….

Kim and Ron were finding their route a lot easier than they'd expected. While the others had spread throughout the building, they were taking a much more direct path to the hostages. You'd think between them and quicker pathways cutting through the center of this enormous structure that there'd be plenty of targets that needed quick dispatching, but their journey had been pretty light on the violence.

Huey, Henry and Jake were good at what they did.

"You want your next left, then your third right. After that, you'll be almost right on top of them."

"Got it. How are the others doing?" Kim asked, swinging herself around the turn and launching a fist into a synodrone's head and pressing on as Ron followed up with punch of his own through its gut.

"Jake's cleared out the loading docks and is heading in, people are falling all over the place, so Huey's doing fine and Felix is still safe on standby outside." Henry answered.

"And Monique?"

"I haven't caught her or Jazz on camera in a while, so…ok, got a message. The high number of synthodrones in the area is slowing them down a little, but should be in place soo…Huey? What happened?"

"What's wrong?" Kim asked, slowing to a stop and focused her attention squarely on her wrist communicator. His face growing more visibly concerned, Henry didn't respond verbally. Instead, he patched her into Huey's coms channel.

"Something's grabbed me! But I can't see…the ghost found me, didn't it?"

"Ahh, crud." Ron exclaimed, biting his lip to keep his voice unnoticed. Now was not a good time to startle or distract anyone. "I don't suppose Huey's packin some ghost lasers yet, by any chance?"

Henry simply shook his head in response, his eyes already flickering around the other monitors as the sounds of a scuffle hit the feed. "Fast Guy, left, down the stairs, right, second left." He stated, right before disconnecting Kim from the channel and turning back to the duo. "Guys, he's struggling, I'm directing him your way. Jake and Jazz are both too far off."

"What exactly do you expect the two of us to do about it?" Kim hissed lowly, whipping her head around at the echo of heavy boots a little way away before snapping back to her communicator. "We don't exactly have proof that Ron's thing will do much to a ghost."

"True, but it's our best bet." Henry replied, turning pointedly toward Ron. "Jake's confident he can strike them. And if he can't, then at least the two of them can keep it busy long enough for Jazz or Jake to get involved. If we can't keep its location pinned now that it knows that we're here…"

"I know, we're done." Kim hated it, but he was right. A ghost that knew they'd gotten in was far too dangerous to let it get away. It could warn its cohorts, could track them all down invisibly and who knew what else? It could declare this a wasted effort, set off the bomb and fly away as everyone died. There were too many possibilities for someone with such a flexible power set, even if they only had the basic ghost powers, to say nothing of the fickle personalities ghosts supposedly possessed.

They just had to hope Henry was right.

"Ok, I'll meet him halfway." Ron only waited just long enough to give Kim a reassuring nod before taking off. "I got this, KP. Don't worry, the ghost isn't getting anywhere near you, the hostages or the bomb."

"Be careful." Kim called after him as loudly as she dared, taking a few deep breaths as he disappeared. She wasn't expecting to be alone again and with number of enemies still all around her…

No! She was not slipping into a damn panic attack again! She wasn't alone, her friends were all around her too, even if she couldn't find them. And she was more than capable of doing this, even truly alone if she had to. She had to be, so she would prove she was, it was as simple as that. Like Jake said, don't let your fear own you. Focus on all you've accomplished. Focus on what you still have and refuse to lose it. Kim had pulled off the impossible countless times and her friends were all in serious, unacceptable danger. So she would do the impossible again and save every last one of them. That was all there was to it.

Taking one last breath, Kim felt her whole body relax before letting it out and taking off once more. The others were counting on her and she would deliver. She was Kim Possible, she could do anything.

It was time to remind these lowlifes just who they were dealing with.

…

It was fortunate that Huey managed to get so close. Ron came springing into the hallway just in time to see the vine tightening around Huey's neck. It was the kind of scene that normally made your blood freeze in horror, the would-be murderer's eyes glowing red and watching on with blood lust and glee while the duck could barely even work up a single squeak, his face contorted in agony and despair. The mere sight of it would normally have Ron screaming, but he didn't have time for that. Instead, he put all of his energy into leaping right for them. By the time the ghost looked up, Ron was already right between them, his hand chopping clean through the vine.

"What? Where did you come from?" A familiar voice exclaimed, instinctively floating backwards at the sudden arrival. Ron didn't bother answering and instead used the few seconds it gave him to turn and rip the vine from Huey before turning protectively in front of him the second he released a long, loud gasp. Which gave him his first actual look at his opponent.

"Drakken? Since when are you a ghost? Aww man, the spook didn't get away while I wasn't looking, did it?"

"No." Huey replied roughly between coughs and deep breaths, his voice barely a whisper as his eyes closed. "In…side…him."

"Oh man, the duck's out cold." That wasn't good. Huey was in really bad shape. He was completely defenceless and if he took any stray hits, he'd probably never wake up again.

"He truly is an annoying one. But I guess even he has his benefits. After all," Drakken mused, his eyes still glowing a blazing red and a feral grin spreading across his face as he narrowed his attention on Ron. "he's brought Kim Possible's pathetic, little sidekick right to me."

"You're calling me pathetic? You're so lame, you considered possessing Drakken an improvement!" Ron snapped indignantly, completely ignoring Drakken's unnerving expression as he glared right back.

"Of course I am." Drakken responded, never dropping his smirk as he floated higher into the air. "This host is simply a face to me, nothing more. But you…you're Kim Possible's absolutely moronic waste of space. So easily scared, so frequently caught and endangered, you can't even manage to keep your pants on." He added with a laugh, sneering as Ron had to kick the regrown vine away as it tugged at his pants leg. "Kim should have traded up from a pitiful, little loser like you long ago. The only thing you can do right, besides get her caught, is run and scream."

"Shows how much you've been paying attention, 'Drakken'." Ron retorted, effectively wiping the smirk right off the ghost's face as a thick, blue aura lit up around his body, quickly taking the form of a monkey. "I've levelled up a lot." That was all the warning Drakken got before a glowing, clawed hand came surging right for him.

'Drakken' instinctively flew up and over the attack, but before he could retaliate, Ron had already followed. Blue light and burning eyes were all he saw before an arm snagged his and sent him spinning around the glowing body before launching him right at the floor for a face first collision.

Sadly, it didn't have quite the affect that Ron was used to. Normally, a toss that nauseating and hard-ending would have his opponent disorientated and screaming in pain, if not outright unconscious. 'Drakken' however, just looked infuriated.

"That actually managed to hurt me." He hissed, his eyes glowing again as he got back his feet with a vicious snarl. "How did a useless rat like you manage to hurt me?"

"No, Rufus is the team's rat and he's far from useless." Ron smirked, shifting into his standard monkey kung fu stance, moving his outstretched hand's fingers up and down. "You're dealing with a monkey master. A booyah!"

"Flower, strangle hi-" 'Drakken' started as he ripped himself back to his feet, but Ron was already moving right back in. 'Drakken' barely got out of the way in time, his growl only growing louder as the flower vine's every attempt to follow his order was swiftly ended with seemingly careless, but excellently precisioned chops and kicks. None of it even slowed down his approach and in no time at all, he was once again right in front of his opponent, his foot poised to strike. It was only a quick, vertical spin, leaving 'Drakken' floating upside down that saved him from the kick.

"ARGH!" Unfortunately for him, that didn't deter Ron, who simply sprung right back off the and into a backflip, landing a kick to the jaw in the process and sending 'Drakken' spinning into the wall with a bang.

Ron wasn't gonna lie, he was pretty proud of that one. It was worthy of Kim herself. He'd come a long way.

"Of course, he underestimated the idiot too! That narcistic loony tune's inability to actually give due credit is the whole reason his career is an epic failure. Why'd I ever believe he'd give me accurate details this time?" 'Drakken' growled and ranted, glaring seemingly beyond the blond as he floated back to his feet. Though Ron was just impressed that he could still talk at all and actually squirmed a little guiltily as he stared Drakken down and readied himself for the next round. Clearly, he'd done more damage than he'd intended. Drakken's jaw was already swelling significantly and his limbs weren't hanging from his body quite right. There was no doubt in his mind that Drakken wouldn't be moving even on his own physical power anymore. All actions were definitely made by the possibly completely unharmed ghost body within and were most likely only damaging the living form even more.

"Give it up, creepy ghoul, that body is toast and you've got nothing on my mad moves." Ron grinned, almost strutting his way back to his opponent, much to 'Drakken's' irritation. "You've met the end of the line. Now, I don't actually want to mess up Drakken anymore than he already is, so why not do us both a favour and take your comeuppance at the hands of The Ron like a good, little loser?"

"Well, he was still right about one thing." 'Drakken' conceded, his frustration turning to open distain and disgust as he redirected his rage purely on the approaching sidekick. "You are still an absolute idiot." A second later, his whole body turned transparent and started sinking through the wall.

"Oh no, you don't get to run!" 'Drakken' didn't even have a chance to react. Within seconds, Ron had pounced right at him, his glowing hand latching firmly on Drakken's arm and yanked him back out while the other slammed an open palm straight into his chest. Twin gasps of pain echoed through the room right at that moment, one from the arching and battered Drakken and the other from a transparent body that was flung right out of his back.

"Aa…ah, what? Where…why…Buffoon?"

"It's Stoppable! Ron…" Ron started, the irritated rant coming instinctively at this point, but the words were quickly lost as he stared down at him. The mad scientist looked a lot more out of it than usual. Gone were all signs of viciousness. Unlike before, his injuries were catching up to him. His posture was slack and curling in around Ron's grip, unable to support himself. But what really drew Ron's attention was the look in his eyes. He was dazed, groggy and more than a little confused.

"Stopp…able. Why am I…where am I?" Drakken groaned, his whole body hitching and collapsing as his legs gave out, all of his weight sinking into Ron's adjusting arms. "What's going-ARGH!"

He didn't get a chance to finish his question, for at that moment the real villain shot right back in with a shoulder tackle right into Drakken, sending both boys crashing to the ground.

"Don't bother asking, little blue reject." The ghost snarled, snatching the cutlass from Drakken's side as he writhed in pain, knocking a yelping and grunting Ron around in the process. Her eyes were consumed in red and she was spitting with fury as she aimed the glowing blade at the pair of them. "In a few seconds, you'll have all your afterlife to figure it out."

"NO!" Eyes widening with fear as she thrust the blade down, Ron threw them both into a roll and kicked off as far as he could the second his feet were planted on the ground, completely ignoring Drakken's pained screams as the blade impaled the ground where both of their chests had been a second before and released its charge, blowing a huge hole in the ground behind them.

Only seeming more infuriated at the failed attempt, the ghost didn't even hesitate to press on, swinging a vicious slash Ron barely managed jump back from before unleashing another beam from the blade. It was only because of his flailing hand finding and launching a chunk of debris in the way that Ron and Drakken survived, though the resulting explosion still sent them sailing back and crashing into another roll on the ground. Groaning in pain, Ron had to spend a good moment simply trying to focus his disorientated senses, only to pale as his vision was filled with red, white and yellow. He and Drakken had ended up practically right on top of Huey and the ghost was coming in fast, her blade held firmly in both hands and poised to stab. On top of that, Drakken was sprawled all over his legs and had finally been driven to unconsciousness. He was stuck, his mind was still ringing from the blast and everyone was in the line of fire. This was really bad!

"I'll give the heroine your regards. As worthless as I'm sure they are." The ghost sneered as she reached them, seemingly hesitating her strike to…get high? Aroused? Ron wasn't sure, but his panicked, dread filled expression was being answered in some form of a pleasured one. "I'm sure that will make her last bit of misery divine before she dies. Yes, just like that. So long, simian boy." With that, she gave him one last blood thirsty smile and plunged the glowing sword down, only to gasp as it halted a good ten inches from Ron's chest by two, even more intensely glowing palms. A freezing that was quickly followed by the ghost as she stared down at Ron.

Horror had filled him before, but it was quickly driven away at that last remark. The very second she mentioned harming Kim, rage boiled through his veins. He didn't even think about catching the blade or holding back its power, his hands did that all on their own accord. Which was good, because right now, all he could think about was making this bitch regret ever having an afterlife.

"Now, you listen to me, you Devil's bride wannabe." He growled, only unnerving the ghost even more as his aura leaked out and coated every non-living thing around him. "You can smack me around all you want, you can throw every insult in the book at me. I've dealt with it all before. But don't you dare EVER TOUCH KIM!" With that, every bit of debris, every portrait on the wall, every side table, emergency item and the protective glass they shattered on the way out, all of it exploded into the air and surged at the ghost in a blue tinted maelstrom. The horn haired witch lady never had a chance to avoid it before it all slammed into her blowing her away with an ear-piercing scream which was only finally drowned out by the colossal, string of booms as everything started crashing into the wall.

Panting hard as the last of his ammunition hit the ground, Ron could only growl in frustration as the last of the clearly battered and bruised she demon disappeared through the floor on the other side of the gaping hole in the wall. That shot was made completely out of blind rage, but it was still meant to take her down. Letting her pull a disappearing act was the last thing he wanted, especially since she could pop up anywhere at any time. He couldn't afford for her to blindsight him any more than he could let her get away.

"Come on, come on. Where are you?" His eyes never stopped as he scanned every inch of the area, only splitting enough focus from his search to keep his aura expanded defensively over his fallen associates as a deterrent from possessing them. The communicator was beeping excessively in his pocket, but he outright ignored it, only growing tenser as the ghost continued to elude him. It wasn't until nearly two minutes were up that he finally sighed in defeat and dropped to his knees, his aura flickering away as he pulled out the insistently beeping device.

"About time! What happened?" Henry cried, startling Ron a little with how concerned he looked. "The last thing I saw was you about to die and then I lost the camera feeds for the whole hallway."

"Oh, sorry. I guess I turned them into ammunition. My bad." Ron sighed, sheepishly eyeing a very broken security camera near the whole in the wall.

"Ok, whatever saved you is fine. I can work without one observable hallway. But what happened? Is everyone ok?"

"Define ok?" Ron commented, biting his lip as he looked over both of his companions. "I just need a minute and Drakken's ghost-free, but he and Huey are both in really bad shape."

"And the ghost?"

"Gone." Ron replied sadly, guiltily rubbing the back of his neck. "I got her good, but Satan's psycho secretary flew the coop. Sorry. She could be anywhere."