It's been a while since I updated so here we go.

I want to thank everyone who has read, followed, faved, alerted reviewed and read this tale AND since I mentioned reviewed here is where I answer some of them: shthar, yeah it looks like Middleton High might need some more vice principals too; CB73, Ron doesn't have all of his 'I's dotted and his 'T's crossed so this might get a little messy (spoiler alert). As for Monique, she is late for the party; Gj agent, yeah Monique….but she doesn't get that someone…a teen would want to destroy someone's life. Of course, Eric really isn't a 'teen' and is fairly capable of messing with someone.

Again, thanks for those reviews and even more thanks for my editors (CajunBear73 did this one). And he has bailed me out quite a bit over the years.

Oh there will be injuries in this chapter, but everyone might be happy so there.

Anyway, lets get this one on the road,

ST-103

The Hunter: Book Two

Chapter 53

Middleton High, Middleton, Colorado:

Tunelessly whistling, Ron Stoppable meandered through the hallway, not a care in the world, as he walked to homeroom with a slip of paper the principal issued to him, dangling from his fingers, stating his permission to be late, to said homeroom. One of the best things that happened when he moved to under class homeroom was that he didn't have Steve Barkin there to mess with his day.

The mostly happy former mascot entered the classroom to the startled looks from both Justine Flanner and Felix Renton, and walked up to the teacher, Herman Gaetz, to hand off the hall pass, who then set it on the desk without looking at it. "Ahhh, Mister Stoppable so good of you to join us finally. Where have you been? Homeroom began almost thirty minutes ago." The teacher greeted the teen as had been demanded by the one person who could make life a living hell for anyone within the confines of Middleton High.

After taking a seat in the class, "Well sir, it's like this: I was coming into school, ya know, on time and everything, but Mister Barkin…you know the guy who yells at the top of his lungs at almost everybody and has a pretty crappy haircut and a case of bad breath…anyway he dragged me into his office, Sir, for one of his epic rants as I was passing the offices. If you'll notice, his signature isn't the John Hancock on the slip that I just handed to you. Someone else's signature, who is actually higher on the food chain, is. Ya might wanna take a gander at it before you rip me too hard…and then, have to explain yourself to her.", the blond teen advised as he kept his cool.

A bit unsettled at the nonchalance of Ron Stoppable, the teacher stiffened as he picked up the slip and read it…Then stiffened even more. "I see…Please take your seat. Oh, Mister Stoppable, you are scheduled for the mandatory parenting class starting next week. Your instructor will be Mister Barkin in room four seventeen. Make sure it is on your calendar so that you do not miss it. I would hate for you to get detention over the infraction of missing a mandatory class."

"Yes Sir, but since I have been raising my sister since January, I might be able to test out of that particular get-together."

Gaetz chuckled, "As Mister Barkin stated earlier this morning, 'That punk, Stoppable, will be in class or I will knock him into next week.'"

"Uh, yes Sir…I understand…You just stated…in front of witnesses…mind you…that said doofus Barkin is threatening bodily harm…on a student…under his supervision…But, after hearing from the Principal, a little while ago, Mister Barkin may not be in the school district as a working member of the staff, this time next week. I think they wanna bounce him for verbal abuse directed at Kim Possible's goofy buffoon as well as various other matters that have been stacking up against him. That is, according to the top dog in the school. From my view, she was not amused by Sarge's antics this morning.", Ron responded which brought out a collective gasp from the students and the teacher.

Herman, as he tried to think of his lottery numbers, because the flat-topped school administer had all but squashed his chances at getting tenure by refusing to sign the paperwork, asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ron grinned as he leaned back in his chair, clasped his hands behind his head as he was pretty darn happy with how the morning had turned out so far, "It seems…that Hippy Alice…and the school board are done playing Sarge's little games, so, I may not have him for gym later today…But you never know. Barkin is slicker than Ron Reager at the greased pig event at the county fair every year. They even mentioned something about ole flat-top emptying his desk out. Of course, that was a rumor, but it was a rumor in the office. So, we haveta wait and see what happens next." Ron then added, "Sorry Reiger, I had to make my point."

"None taken Stoppable, but there is an advanced sale on those tickets this year with the proceeds going to charity.", came the reply from the back of the room.

The collective gasp suddenly turned into cheering as students got up from their desks and began high-fiving their classmates. The commotion ran on for a few minutes until Mister Gaetz announced, "Nothing has been decided about Mister Barkin's fate at this institution yet class, so please do not get your hopes up for our illustrious leader's removal from supervising our lives in this fine institution. There are some vermin who are like scorpions and are just as hard to kill…and I will leave it up to you to figure out who I am speaking about. Now please return to your seats and work on any classwork that you need to finish." (AN…yes Steve Barkin isn't popular with most of the teachers at Middleton High as well.)

Ron who had sat down, rose to his feet and bowed, "I am glad to have delivered this public service announcement, but I have to agree with Mister Gaetz though, it's not over till the fat lady sings and I don't hear the horrendous sound of Miss Edna Hatchett's voice screeching from the library…yet. Something like that shoulda shattered the windows. So, we really ought to reel in the celebrations in until we have some sort of final word if Stevie is really out of our fragile lives. Then we can let the Mardi Gras begin."

Gaetz, with his voice dripping in sarcasm, although he was quite happy at the moment, "Mister Stoppable I understand your concern for the fate of our beloved leader, but considering this is a school, do you not have homework to finish up on for a class later in the day? I know you have a scholarship to a good college, but you should keep your grades up through graduation."

"Yeah, I know, but I spent the flight home doing it (Ron lied on this one) and since we got in late, I just kept going…sooooo I am all caught up. Now since I admit that I am sure that you may want to imitate Sarge for effect, but I just wanna catch a couple of winks to make it through the day. I haveta work a shift at the diner tonight and I'll haveta do my homework for tomorrow after I get back home. So, I will basically be going on four days without any shuteye and I'm kinda half out of it.", Ron responded.

"Well, I admit you don't look like you had much sleep…"

The former Middleton Mad Dog informed the teacher, "Yeah, not since I flew out on Friday. Pretty much pushed myself through everything and now I'm kinda paying the price, but we completed the mission and came back with all our parts that we left town with. Hummmm, now that I think of it, I won't get much sleep tonight either, so I'd better really crack the books in study hall, maybe spend lunch in the library too."

"I have heard about your, ah, missions in world saving like when you disabled that train to save that town; I suppose Miss Possible is in the same condition as you are because of sleep deprivation?"

"Uh, no. I believe Kim Possible spent the weekend in Middleton doing what she does when she didn't get called out for the mission I was on, the agency I worked with didn't need her this time. She should've gotten a solid eight all three nights as far as I know. As for the train in question, I thought I was gonna buy the farm on that one. Barkin woulda been real pissed if his property was damaged over something like keeping people from getting killed by a radioactive train." Teenagers in the classroom looked around at each other wide-eyed since most didn't know about that one.

Gaetz frowned since this was unusual in what he had heard from other teachers, so he asked to clarify, "Miss Possible did not travel with you?"

"No Sir. I traveled with a student from our exchange school in Japan since she came to the school and requested my assistance. You can check with Missus Magrath on that one, she was there. The Japanese student has taken me with her before. I was Yori's sidekick this time. Munchkin played the mole rat's role. I sure hope Kim isn't jealous.", Ron explained.

"You were traveling with someone else…a girl?"

"Don't worry Sir, Kim is a girl too…well, I think. And don't go all high and mighty about what I do and who I do it with since I am an orphan, Sir. But anyway, my sister makes a great chaperone and my 'rents are not around here to rag on my can about moral things anymore…so, it's all cool and platonic and stuff. I also think her fiancée would turn me inside out if he thought there was any hanky-panky. You might have met him; he was the exchange student the first time I went to Japan."

Gaetz had just gotten a trove of information from the teen that a lot of teenagers had been wondering about for over a year, "How are you handling the err…pressure Son? With your parents I mean."

"I'm not your Son Mister Gaetz, but I am making my way through all of this drama and crap with the help of a lot of my friends. Some of them are in here finding out a few things about me now. I thank them more than they can realize and more than I can put into words.", Ron smiled as he relaxed and closed his eyes as he raised his hand and pointed around the classroom to where those kids were.

XXX

Horse Island, west of County Cork and just offshore, Ireland:

The older German stared at the manor house, then back at the real estate agent, "What was the price for the whole island again, Mister Burgoyne? If we buy it, we will want it like it is and make a few improvements to it so that it suits our purposes a little more than it is now."

"Five point two million Euros, Mister Webber. It has taken a price cut of over two million, as the owners want to move to Spain and are quite anxious to do so. Horse Island has its own power supply, water supply and is very secure while being close enough to Cork and far enough from Cork at the same time, if you get my meaning. The summers are pleasant, although the winters…"

"Are stormy?", Otto Schmitt slash Horst Webber responded, "Considering where we are and off the coast of Ireland and almost in the Atlantic Ocean, that is normal from what I hear. I did a little research before coming here you understand, and it is not a deal breaker for my nephew."

"Quite so, is that a problem? It can be very stormy during the winter.", Burgoyne inquired, now relieved as he hoped this sale would go through as he wanted to unload this property.

"As long as we have our privacy. That is our utmost concern.", Niles Botherall responded, "However, we occasionally enjoy going out to a pub for a pint or two and maybe a good Irish stew."

"I am sure you will Mister Webber. While there is boat traffic, it isn't heavy, and you are far enough away from the mainland of Ireland where you are guaranteed people will stay away…well except for those you wish to continue in your employ. I suggest that while there is no watercraft included in the sale, you could get a small boat to fill your needs unless you wanted to go out into the ocean and fish…For that, you would need a much larger craft, you understand. The island has some horses and sheep and they are included in the sale. As to nearby places to enjoy the company of others, there are some pubs close by on the 'mainland' and I can attest that their fare is very enjoyable. Of course, Irish beer is the best in the world."

Otto/Horst brought the real estate agent back to his line of thought having been diverted by his henchman, 'Niles Botherall', "Of course, as you understand the pubs close by are an incentive, although they are not as good as German beers."

Burgoyne smiled, "Maybe they are even, you would have to judge for yourself. I would attest that Irish whiskies are the best blends in the world however."

Otto/Horst nodded with a smile, "As his agent, I am purchasing this for my nephew and we wish to keep this sale as quiet as possible. Walter Morris is very shy; however, he enjoys talking on the phone and watching television and surfing the internet so see if something catches his eye."

(AN…Walter equals Eric/Hans. Yes, this is their new hidey hole being bought…yes, it's a real island and Mister Burgoyne is a real person.)

"You can have a line brought in under the water and installed. They actually have an old one, but it is not up to current specs…or you can put a satellite dish in Horst. I cannot say which is more inexpensive you understand, but I can have a local agent get hold of you to give you a quote.", Burgoyne replied.

"Very well, this is the fourth island we have looked at and I think with the buildings and the acreage, this island would suit our needs at being mostly self-sufficient. We will be able to grow fresh produce and other resources on the island. Could you put us in touch with the utilities' agents? As long as there are no other claims to the title, I am able to make the purchase today with a check…certified of course.", Horst/Otto informed the real estate agent.

Vincent Burgoyne smiled, "I will call and have a contract written up and take care of the legal fees. Horst, do you need a lawyer? If you do, I can suggest one or two to choose from and I do suggest one this is a considerable sum of money and I would like for you to be well represented."

Otto/Horst grinned, "Thank you Mister Burgoyne, the legal representation that we normally use are not up to date on local laws and statues."

"Let's stop by my office in Killarney and after giving the particulars to the lawyers we can go out to dinner.", Vincent suggested then asked, "Do you have a place to stay in Cork or closer? It is late enough where you would be very late getting into Dublin."

Horst/Otto responded, "We already have a place in Schull for the night. We have been staying there for a couple of days so that we can get used to the area. Driving on the left side of the road will take some time to get used to in my opinion."

Burgoyne suggested, "Why not drop your auto at your hotel and then hop into mine and we can go to my office in and contact the barrister. Then we can go out for dinner and I can then drive you back to your hotel. It is a little late to contact a bank for a transfer of funds to make the transition of ownership quickly you understand. We can do that tomorrow morning while the lawyers are performing their tasks. As for driving on the correct side of the road, in my experience it takes less time to get used to it than to covert back when you drive on the continent."

XXX

Asteroid 31893-9:

(Warmonga, make sure we stay in this asteroid field to that the target planet's sensors will not be able to pick up our ship. We do not want to fight them until we do much more reconnaissance.), the massive alien told his battle mate.

(You make too much of their capabilities my love. We should have dinner and then that Alterian brandy that I acquired a few yarns ago.), the slightly smaller being retorted as she grabbed her battle mate's hand and led him from the control station of the battle cruiser.

She inquired as she led him back to their relaxation chamber, (Are you sure it is wise that we are only using the automated systems in this conquest?)

(Spoils, Warmonga. Together we will gain the assets of many star systems with your Great Blue at our side.), the tall general told her with a smirk. (With those and the Great Blue we can demand a high seat on the council, maybe even the Emperor's throne. The Great Blue will then have an accident where he will be mourned by the masses and we solidify our control over the galaxy.)

XXX

Africa:

"Chippy, put that banana down and let me see that large book over there, it might be important.", Lord Montgomery Fiske ordered his loyal simian minion who was standing beside a stack of books. Monty was sitting in the 'Lotus' position on an expensive Persian rug in this rather dank candle lit cave where he was staying incognito for the time being.

Said simian pointed to one while still holding onto the fruit.

The monkey enhanced villain said, "Yes, that brown one."

The monkey set the banana on the floor and handed the heavy tome off to the enhanced Monkey Lord and then backed away, picked up her dinner and climbed the side of the torch lit cave so she could eat in privacy.

Monkey Fist began to read as he cackled to himself aloud, "So this Yono is capable of destroying the whole world and once it's called it demands some kind of sacrifice…" 'I wonder what kind of sacrifice…I could give it Stoppable, that would kill two birds with one stone so to speak and I want the thief very, very dead. Then I would be the Monkey Master with no equal. By now, if it hadn't been for the buffoon, I should have been coronated as the Monkey Emperor.'

The 'enhanced' villain picked up his cup of tea and serenely took a sip. Suddenly the gong that he kept with him rang as a golden glow began to surround it.

As calmly as he could, Lord Montgomery Fiske set his cup down on the low table next to him to wait and see what was going to happen next. He was sure that his monkey minions would help protect him from whatever this was and he was not without skills.

Several shapes coalesced and Fiske could make out several smaller forms and one larger one. "There you are.", young man a bald fat man that could be seen through greeted the black clad ninja master.

"Who are you?", Monty inquired.

"Me? Why I am the deceased monk who watches over the Mystical Monkey Power and you are vying to take control of it.", the dead monk introduced himself.

"I am glad I met you, I am Monkey Fist…"

"Yes, yes. The name of a villain, however you will never be the Monkey Master until you defeat the other one and the power is fully with him now. As you are, you have no chance.", the dead monk warned, "And will only lead to your unlamented death, if you are lucky."

"I must have the power.", Fiske rose from his seat on the rug.

The monk and his 'assistants' rose further into the air, "I see; the only way for that to happen is to gain the aid of the Yono."

"What must I do?", Monty's eyebrows narrowed.

"Ah, in a hurry and right to the point. Very well, you must travel to the valley of the Yono, or Monkey Valley."

Fiske frowned, "And where is that?"

"To find it there is a cave on an island off the coast of China. There you will find your answers. Look for the golden banana. But beware, the Yono will demand a price for invoking him, if you have the courage to."

"What is the price? I have a noble's estate and am worth a considerable amount."

The glowing dead monk responded, "Money will not aid you. The location of monkey valley is for you to find on your own. Do you feel lucky, mortal? Remember this: If we said bird sea, it might mean bird desert. So, you may not find this 'valley' in a valley."

"I will find it no matter what; it is my destiny to rule over all simians on the planet including the two-legged ones.", Monty paused for a moment then continued, "How do I call this 'Yono' and what is it?"

"The Yono is a monkey demon of tremendous power. The last time he, she or it roamed the Earth was over six thousand years ago and caused great destruction. Other beings banished the demon as easily as you eat your food. You will find clues on how to summon the monkey demon in the cave on the island. As I said before, look for the golden banana. Again, I warn you to be careful with the Yono.", the glowing monk waved his hands in circles and began to disappear.

"What were these other beings? They may be good allies to have if I cannot make a deal with this demon.", Fiske pointed out.

"Of course, you understand that there are many things I do know but are unable to share with you. Lord Fiske. People will not just fall down in front of you and offer their lives. You must earn the right to ask. Allying with the Yono is a shortcut, but you are all about shortcuts do you not?"

Monty grit his teeth as he retorted, "I am an English Lord, I am destined to rule over those who are not as powerful."

"Oh? And you not arrogant either?", the dead monk queried, "I think you have enough information now for you to proceed in your quest, but be forewarned this effort of yours may not turn out as you envision. Remember, be careful on how you deal with the Yono."

The glowing behind the dead monk began to fade as he disappeared.

X

"Suriel, I know you were following the Lord's instructions, but telling that idiot about the Yono…it will cause problems.", the 'Scribe of G_d' warned.

"Which is why we are going to be there. 'The Traveler's' time approaches and events must unfold for him to ascend past where he is on this plane.", the Angel who interacted with humans most, responded, "The Lord should have instructed you already."

"I think part of this is a test for us as well, my friend. I suppose we must now wait for this to play out. We have not banished demons in eons."

XXX

Middleton:

The blond teen shook his head as he waited for his wheelchair bound friend to catch up after class.

Ron moaned, "That was a shitty pop quiz, how did you do Felix?"

"Well, I did alright with an 'A-', but I took a summer camp that had a couple of those questions. They were differential equations.", young Mister Renton informed his best friend as Zita and Justine caught up with them, "Anyway, how did you do, Ron?"

"I only got a 'B-'. I never even saw some of that stuff and I didn't have enough time to figure it out."

Zita kinda looked freaked out, "I got a 'B+' but Wheels and I have been going over more advanced math."

Ron advised, "Stick with necking."

The Latina snorted, "Like you would know anything about either."

The blonde genius who was wearing her plaid skirt whistled, "Ooooh, burn Stoppable. Zita is on a roll today. Now what is the deal between you and Barkin?"

"He got in my face before home room and Hippy Alice was right there and took offense to his tirade.", Ron explained, "She about tossed him outta the building right then."

"What was he doing?", Felix inquired.

"Besides being aggressive and threatening me, not much. I oughta punch his lights out, but then touching a teacher is taboo, but then teachers touching students is frowned on too."

Felix said, "You have Phys Ed with your favorite guy next hour…right?"

"Yeah."

"So, if Barkin is there, then nothing happened to him…again."

"It would be a normal day then Wheels."

XX

An hour before:

A dark suited man stood in front of the secretary in the front of the office. "I would like to see Missus Magrath please.", he simply stated.

"I'm afraid she is busy…"

He flashed an ID, "I would like to speak with her, now."

The secretary's eyes opened wide, "Yes, Sir. She will be right out."

The poor woman hit the intercom to the principal's office and spoke into it.

Alice Magrath came right out of her office as Steve Barkin (who hadn't left yet) stuck his own head out, because he was a nosey bastard.

As she got to him, he told the secretary, "Missus Magrath will be out of the school for about a half hour. Please follow me Ma'am."

X

"Why did you bring me out here?", Hippy Alice inquired as she sipped on a cup of coffee in the plain car from the agency.

"We have Stoppable wired…which you cannot tell anyone. And you need to keep Steve Barkin in the school. He is key to our investigation. We have spoken with members of the school board and they agree."

"Then how am I supposed to reel in Mister Barkin's behavior? The school board would have my head…"

"The school board has been clued in and there will be no action taken against you. The further Barkin misbehaves and the more laws he breaks, the more time he will serve in the long run. Getting him is key to getting others in this operation.", the FBI agent informed her, "This is no game. Members of the school board will soon be at the school and they will grill him, but they and we want him in the school."

"Mister Barkin has it out for Mister Stoppable, I cannot let this progress where Mister Stoppable could get bullied or injured…"

"Your Mister Stoppable is more durable than you give him credit for. I highly doubt if Mister Barkin would be able to take him.", the agent informed her.

"Mister Barkin is a former Marine and has a violent streak…"

"Mister Stoppable has had ninja training, Ma'am. If push came to shove Mister Barkin might find himself six feet under. Mister Stoppable may have a streak of violence which border on maniac if provoked and Mister Barkin seems determined to provoke the young man. This is more information which you cannot speak about."

"Where did you hear that?"

"From Stoppable himself and he proved what he was able to do…Ma'am, just let this play out. Right now, I expect that Barkin is shaking in his shoes…If we let him off he will be emboldened to act further and this is exactly what we want. We do not want others who may be associated with him to scurry under their rocks where we cannot reach them."

"A slap on the wrist is what you suggest then?", Alice suggested.

"Yes, Barkin knew he went too far. Maybe make sure he knows that the cameras in the gym are not working at the moment. Barkin teaches Stoppable's gym class, does he not?"

"Yes…Oh, let Steve hear that the cameras are out…I understand. But, Mister Barkin might try to push Mister Stoppable around and I do not condone violence, but sometimes the burnt hand teaches best…Are you absolutely sure that young Mister Stoppable can protect himself?", the principal queried the G-man.

"Ma'am, more than a policeman. I have spoken with a law enforcement agency and Mister Stoppable is on their short list to become one of theirs…According to them, he can be dangerous. If you remember what the boy did to Miss Possible during their sparring match last fall.", the agent explained has he put his car in drive to head back to Middleton High.

"I remember, it was devastating to watch…the school loser destroyed her."

"Miss Possible knows at least fourteen styles of kung fu, Mister Stoppable seems to be the Master of one…Being a black belt in a style is not the same as being a Master of a style. Being a black belt means you know the basics.", the agent took a breath and explained. "A Master is at a whole other level and it appears that the one that is known as the buffoon in your school is a master of a very exotic martial art that few people can even get training in."

Alice countered, "But in the past Stoppable always got creamed by Miss Possible, enough so to have to spend time in the hospital to recover…"

"I don't know about that, but I got hold of a recording of it as well as some of the football games he played in. Something is going on with that kid…he could be a human battering ram. I guess that's one of the reasons Colorado State is so interested in him."

"Mister Stoppable always had a problem being bullied before.", Alice pointed out.

The agent shrugged, "I don't see him having that problem now, whatever it was it seems he fixed it. The police agency we have been coordinating with seems to have some information, but they do not want to share with us except to add that there is a covert military unit that is interested in him as well."

"I can provide you all of his old school records Agent Torcher. They are locked away on a school district server in southern Nebraska, but I have access to them.", the principal responded.

"Ma'am, at this point I don't think we need background information on young Mister Stoppable. He is simply working with us. We already have enough data for some crimes, but we think it's just the tip of the iceberg."

X

"Mister Barkin, please come to the conference room.", Alice Magrath connected right to her deputy.

"Yes Ma'am, I have not contacted my attorney yet."

"The school district's attorney will represent you in this hearing. Please hurry, they are waiting."

"Yes Ma'am.", Steve Barkin immediately rose to go and face the music.

X

"Mister Barkin please have a seat.", Abby King instructed as she motioned to a chair at the table.

XXX

Gym class two hours later:

Ron smirked as he leaned over to a junior, "I knew they couldn't toss the prick out of the school. He has something over someone."

"I heard you had something to do with it…"

"Stoppable! Front and center on the mat. Right now, Marine.", the flat-topped bully roared privately elated at the news that the camera system was out of commission in the gym.

Once Ron was on the mat and facing Steve Barkin, the school administrator ordered to everyone, "About face…You too, punk."

The blond teen turned around and concentrated a moment later he leaned his head to the left as a huge fist grazed his head. "Ah, Sir. I can't let you just beat on me. Do you want this fair or do you want this after school? I've already dealt with some of the 'D' hall bullies and I might as well get to the bottom of this." Kim Possible's sidekick then rolled his shoulders to loosen them and turned around.

"Punk, did I give you permission to face me?", Barkin now shouted not realizing that the security cameras which he had been subtly informed were on the 'fritz' caught the attempted assault and now the school board had enough to toss Steve Barkin in the slammer for years, "Turn back around so this will only hurt for a second you loser."

Several students scurried away from the mat as they did not want to get involved in the continuing feud between the teacher and the student.

The blond sidekick didn't turn back around and kept facing his tormentor with his voice lowering to a growl, "You threatened my sister this morning, Sarge, and you just took a swing at my head after you ordered me to face away from you. If you wanna do this, let's finish it right here, you ignorant dimwit. Striking students is against the law for teachers and since I am a reserve officer at a police agency, it is my duty to arrest you and bring you in. Do you want to come peacefully or do you wanna make it fun for me? Please choose the latter."

Without a word, Barkin swung again at the teen.

Ron leaned back without moving anything but his upper torso and kicked the vice principal in the left kneecap hyperextending the joint causing the school administrator to crumble to the mat as he grabbed his knee. Ron stepped back and told Barkin, "I did warn you what would happen if you attacked me, my family and my friends, Mister Barkin."

"I'll have you in jail for this punk!", Barkin whimpered.

"Let's call the cops Stevie, and since, like I said, I was a reserve cop, by tonight you'll be sitting in the one of the police rooms at the hospital because I have the right to protect myself from bodily harm by anyone.", the sidekick responded.

Ron glanced over at one of the juniors, "Hey Stan, you wanna go to the office and tell them I injured Mister Barkin after he assaulted me?"

"I don't have a pass, Ron."

"Never mind, I'll do it. Nothing like getting into trouble twice in a day. You might wanna get Sarge here an ice bag though before it swells…", Ron looked then added, "A little late for that." Then the blond teen added, "Uh you guys might wanna do some stretching…to look like you're busy."

Kim's lifelong buddy then walked out of the gym as the nurse and Missus Magrath were walking towards him.

"What happened?", the principal asked.

"Mister Barkin took a swing at me and I broke his knee…Well I think I broke his knee. He might be needing a ride to the hospital. We also need to call the police.", Ron replied as he turned around, "Either they are gonna arrest me for injuring a teacher or Mister Barkin is going to be arrested for attacking me since I am a reserve agent for a police agency. I did warn him before it happened, the other students who were in here are all witnesses."

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Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, Hanna, Felix, Zita and all the other canon characters of the show 'Kim Possible, belong to Bob, Mark and the Disney Corporation and not me, CajunBear or Jimmy. We just do this to keep the alcohol stream moving.

We'll see ya down the road,

ST-103