Hey everyone,
It's late at night, I know... but I keep my promises and the third chapter is here for you all to read! I could not post this earlier since, I needed to have certain parts of the story to exist that would aid in the explanations of some factors and mindsets, so there was a long edit that came with this and the day before. As always, I hope you enjoy and stick around for more.
"C'mon… we gotta get out of here!" One henchman said. He ran with a bag of ill-gotten gains, turning around to see two of his comrades beaten down and immobilized. One had a fractured jaw, the other had a broken arm and three broken ribs.
Three of the robbers were about to get out of the building, but one felt a blunt object thrown at his temple. The thug stumbled and fell on the ground. The second guy immediately felt a bunch of weight crash down upon him. With both of his colleagues out of the count, he looked to bear witness to the bane of his existence… and it wasn't Kim Possible.
A black mask that covered his facial features, save the eyes and the forehead. Surrounding the eyes appeared to be war paint, black dye that allowed his brown pupils to bring about the tension in its unforgiving glare. The hair was also dyed as well, jet black and stylized into a top knot man bun. Not the hairstyle he would've chosen initially, but he wanted to give it a shot. He wore black vest that had armored plating in several areas, but some the armor had to be removed to avoid sacrificing mobility. There were gauntlets on his wrists and gloves on his hands that exist to both protect the areas and reinforce his striking. The gloves had small plating on the knuckles and carpals. Black mission pants and zipped shoes were what he wore for the lower body.
Boots could have been an easy choice, but the bulk like feeling of them would limit his footwork. He wore a belt with a buckle that had a flower on it for two reasons, to keep his pants up and store gadgets.
But the piece of the outfit that made it complete was the black trench coat that had a stencil design of a lotus on its back.
Ron Stoppable, aka: Lotus.
He swallowed a lump in his throat and held onto the bag. The thug prayed for it to be a swift and painless end for him.
A quick dash saw Lotus nail the thug with a left and right hook to the body, with a left hook to the head complemented the boxing combination. He then delivered an outside leg kick. The thug took a chance and gave a wild swing. Lotus took a step back and delivered a side kick to his chest causing him to stagger back. As the thug fell to the ground, Lotus delivered a soccer kick to the jaw, knocking him out.
Rufus got out of his pocket and went to Ron's shoulders and gave him a smile and a thumbs up. With the mask, they both knew they were smiling on this.
Another crime was taken place, this time, it involved a high speed chase. As the drivers tried to get away, they saw Lotus in front of them. They tried to swerve to throw him off balance, but as the ninja vanished from their view, they saw spikes placed ahead of them on the road.
As the tires met with those sharp objects, it was clear that the tires were flat and that the car would skid into a stop. As they got out of a car, a smoke bomb was thrown and as they were coughing, the thugs felt fists, knees, elbows and legs attacking them. As the smoke dissipated, their unconscious bodies were what remained of them.
"Check. Ron, can you hear me?" Felix said through his earpiece.
"Yeah. I can hear you. Patrol's done, we should probably call it a night." Ron answered. Two fingers on his earpiece and his eyes directed at his work.
"That's great. Looks like I can get back to Zombie Mayhem after all this." Felix joked.
As Ron zipped away from the scene of recent events, he decided to humor him. "Hey. You could've played it while I was out here doing this. Nothing too bad happening out here tonight."
"Heh, sure." Felix said unconvinced. "Gotta say, the first outing as Lotus worked out pretty well."
"Yeah… it's gonna be the first of many." Ron concluded. Given his debut, it'll only be a matter of time before the news makes the field day out it. He welcomed them finding out, he wanted them to see a new hero was in town… one who's doing his own thing and getting things done in a darker, but realistically effective fashion.
Today was just a fine mess, a clusterfuck of the highest proportions for Kim. She couldn't bring herself to enjoy the evening without thinking everything that happened today and the days before.
She rubbed the temples of her skull, just feeling helpless on everything that got out of hand. It had been a while since Ron came to the Possible household and shared a meal, breakfast or dinner. During the time, Kim told the family that Ron was very busy and that he couldn't make it to see them. They pried into why, and she told them different reasons: he was doing a lot of homework, he went out earlier to get to school making him absent for breakfast. He was doing something for his parents.
Most of what Kim said were eligible reasons, other times, she happened to stretch the truth.
Even she couldn't fool herself, much as she'd like, but the evidence was staring at her in the face. That evidence was something she knew that Monique knew, Bonnie was on the receiving end of it… and now it's going to seep its way into her family.
"Kim! Dinner's ready!" Her mother called out. Sitting on her bed, she found that biting the bullet was going to happen tonight. Walking down the steps, she couldn't help but feel dragged down the stairs and her smiling family took the guise of their executioners. The warm smiles on their faces masquerading a sadistic nature that wanted nothing but to punish her.
"Well, dinner looks good tonight! I can't wait to dig in." James said. The patriarch looked at the meal well prepared. The twins had scampered their way to the dinner table and her mother sat down after finishing setting up the plates for everyone.
"After a long day, I'm pretty sure that we've all earned this." Anne replied. Jim and Tim replied that the food looks good.
As Kim took her seat, she looked at the number of plates. Two plates for her parents, two for her twin brothers, one for herself and an empty plate… reserved for Ron. She knew full well what that meant.
"It's definitely a nice night for this." Anne was about to take another bite of the meal, but something stopped her. "Kim, is Ron going to stop by tonight? It's been a while since he came here."
Kim decided to take the risk and explain the situation. "About that, Ron and I — we're taking some time apart." When she said that, all eyes were trained on her. Such a response stoked the reaction of curiosity.
"Well, that's odd." James raised his brow.
"What happened?" Anne asked her daughter.
"Ron and I were doing a mission a while ago. He talked about wanting to change, to be better. Next thing I know, we go to the museum to stop a robbery and Ron went off on his own. I fought Shego, he fought the henchmen and next thing I know… he broke one of the guy's leg and nose. Saying that it was self-defense from being choked out." Kim said. She paused for a moment. That moment made Anne speak up.
"That doesn't explain why you two aren't together." Anne said.
"Well… we got into an argument. I asked him why he thought that doing what he did was a good idea. He said that he was protecting himself, but I saw him enjoying making those guys suffer. So, until I could see Ron calm down and be himself again, I kicked him off the team."
"Wait, you kicked Ron off the team…" Jim started.
"… just for defending himself?" Tim finished. Already apparent that the Tweebs did not approve of her decision. Of course, Kim glared at them both in response.
"Now, I'm sure you had your reasons, Kimmie-cub but how are you going on missions? You said this incident happened a while ago, and if Ronald isn't around to see us, that means this took place weeks ago." James concluded. The safety of his daughter did come first, as for her omitting this situation… maybe she'll explain why.
"Well… I was able to get a new partner… Will Du."
"Kimmie, I thought you didn't like him." Anne said.
"I don't. I didn't even want to pick him… but it was that or no missions at all." She felt vulnerable in her seat, feeling the heated stares that came from her decision.
"You replaced Ron…" Jim said.
"… with a guy you don't even like?" Tim finished for his twin brother.
"Did you at least tell Ron? He has a right to know." Anne said. She crossed her arms waiting for her reply. So far, there was nothing but dreadful silence that filled the room. That was when Anne found out her answer.
"You didn't tell him." Anne said accusingly. The brain surgeon was right on the money when she said those words. "All this time and you never told him."
Kim could've combatted the accusation by saying that she tried but Ron kept avoiding her. But she wanted to keep the replacement part to herself, hoping that it blows over and Ron would come to his senses. But the thing about it, even if she said it, she would be lying to her family… and they'd be able to sniff it out, even if they just let it go for tonight."
"Kim. If Ron is going through something, you shouldn't tell him to act a certain way."
"But Mom! This change is dangerous! It even got him to quit the squad. He called Bonnie a bad word and there's rumors of him beating up some guys before practice started." Kim had caught onto the rumor mill about Ron's latest escapade, a heavy feeling formed into her stomach, wondering if this was caused by her, when she cut him off.
"Have you looked at it from his perspective? He wants to be better, but his best friend doesn't see it that way and cuts him off. He deals with bullies when you don't, and he decides to fight back. He leaves a team that took him for granted and made him feel unwelcome. He stayed and did the things you were fine with for your sake. But after this, he's starting to think for himself more than usual. Ron wants to build a life for himself, figure out what he wants, especially when he's been a target for a lot of awful people. I can't tell you what to do, but I can tell you that if you keep controlling what he does, he will cut you off for good."
Anne did have a longer tenure of living and knew a lot of people in her time, but Kim knew Ron a lot better than anyone ever did. The one thing she feared about Ron was him growing an egotistical nature and losing himself towards fake people that would take advantage of his kind soul. But maybe it was more than that, what if there was a chance that if this change does occur, he'll find himself to be more than capable of taking care of himself.
Capable of no longer needing Kim at all.
A dreadful thought she knew, but now the gap between Ron and herself was vast. She had to get to him, somehow, some way. Maybe Ron is thinking about the same thing she is, or just playing some games to kill time.
If she was a betting gal, she'd go with the latter.
More homework finished, meant more time to be Lotus. More time being Lotus meant stopping more crimes and being recognized as his own hero and crime fighter. A situation first bittersweet, yet the fruits of his labors became sweet and savory with each success.
While Ron was studying and doing homework assignments, Rufus scampered on the desk, crumpling blank pieces of paper and climbing on top of them. Ron guessed that the little guy was making fun for himself as he was buried in the books.
Doing the work had an advantage now. If Barkin is off his ass and focused on some other poor bastard or shallow bitch, there is less stress involved in his outings. Plus, it does give him good reasons to not be around people.
Rom didn't want to admit it, but the homework part was to avoid Kim. Before this, he made it clear that he needed time to process what happened as he was unceremoniously removed from the team. But when she was out with Will Du stopping crime, it actually felt damaging. She's been saving the world from whatever was happening and had a new partner/sidekick in less than a week.
To pour salt on the wound, Kim never bothered to tell him.
"Fuck." Ron sighed inwardly as those words were whispered from his lips. He leaned back onto his seat, his face resting on his palms as he took a deep breath. His pen resting on the desk and the finished papers and worksheets.
He looked outside at the slowly darkening skies, inviting dusk to leer its face. Inviting the nightly endeavors that soon follow upon its introduction.
"Well, I'm done. Let's see what's happening outside." Ron got up from his chair, placed on his Lotus gear and made the decision to patrol. With Felix finally attaining the gear he needed to aid Ron, his outings as a vigilante were more productive than ever. Rufus scampered his way to Ron, wanting to join his expeditions once more.
Before Ron could place on the mask, he looked at himself in the mirror. It gave him a short time to reflect. Was this right for him? Were all the patrols for self-improvement? What would Kim think?
As the last thought rambled in his skull, he shook it off. Why would that matter to him? He was suspended if not kicked from the team. She discouraged him for being something more than a mere sidekick. She was comfortable with him coasting through life without a care and it probably made her look better in comparison.
Lotus was a conscious decision he made for himself, so was studying to improve his grade point average. Although quitting the Middleton Cheer Squad was an action driven more out of spite than clawing for independence.
Kim took his position as Team Possible's sidekick and gave it to someone else, discouraged his changes… no doubt that she'd rip Lotus from him.
Finding his answer, he decided to wear the mask and walked right out.
Lotus and Rufus were perched on a building, observing the city below… awaiting to smite those who seek to do ill against the innocent.
'This just in, more discoveries of crimes stopped by the new vigilante known as Lotus are reported. Many eyewitness statements were taken and many of them share a positive opinion on the vigilante.'
'A group of guys were trying to rob my shop, something I take a lot of pride in. At first, I thought the person who helped was Kim Possible, but then I see this masked guy dressed like it's Halloween. I gotta thank him for that!'
'My son and my daughter were in the apartment, and I get a call, saying that it was on fire. At first, I was scared, and I left work to see them… and my son told me that Lotus saved them both.'
'I was getting back home from work and a bunch of young hoodlums tried to assault me. Had it not been for Lotus, I wouldn't be standing here.'
'As public opinion increases on Lotus, people are wondering about his recent surfacing. Who is Lotus? How did this vigilante come to be? What purpose does he have in Middleton? Is he a hero similar to Kim Possible? We'll keep you updated as this story develops.'
Lotus was now fighting Professor Dementor, who had some robotic contraption with tentacles that smacked him around against the hard walls and some glass. The villain did not notice that the vigilante was a distraction, and that Rufus was sabotaging the weapon by ripping apart the wires. Before Dementor can strike again with the robotic tentacles emanating from his hover craft, the contraption wiggled frivolously. This gave Lotus time to run towards Dementor, get in range and deliver a flying knee, causing them both to fall off the craft. Lotus landed on his feet and Dementor… on his ass.
Lotus left a restrained Dementor for the police, along with several accomplices with missing teeth and unnaturally bent bones. Lotus and Rufus looked at the building from afar as police swarmed in to arrest Dementor and the henchmen. With night still burning, and school calling later in the morning. He made the choice to call it a night.
Another morning, another day to spend at school. As Ron still stood out with his new outfits, there were other things that presented itself during the days.
One instance were the bruises on his knuckles and torso. The body was covered easily, but the hands were somewhat visible. Placing them in his pockets was a good way to cover it… temporarily.
Rufus perched himself on Ron's shoulders. Seeing his plight, he looks in a concerned way. "I'm fine buddy." Ron replied. "I just need to figure out how to cover this."
Lotus and Ron have similar risks, bodily damage came with the territory. Didn't matter if it was inside or outside of school, it was what it was.
But with Ron kicked off the team. Questions will be asked, definitely by Kim if she stopped him. A vow of silence was an option, but that'd be quite a response that guarantees suspicion. Simply telling her to go away and leave him alone would generate a similar outcome of her slithering about. Lying and saying that he fell down stairs… even he had standards when it came to deception.
The option of telling the truth? That crap went out of the window. Knowing Kim, she'll stop future endeavors of his Lotus expeditions, kick him off the team indefinitely, maybe send him to a correctional facility. Ron feared all of the above… yet he did not know which was worse.
Honesty? Loyalty? He scoffed at such thoughts. The word he was looking for in this matter was obedience. Be the loyal pup that Kim deserves to have, wag the tail, beg for a treat, sit, roll over, and with all of those tricks, she'll be satisfied. Plus, she's saving the world with a new partner.
Fuck that. She's a big girl who can handle herself.
Looking at a poster, he sees tryouts available for the football team. Seems they need new meat bags for their team. Knowing that he's capable of running and that he can break a lot of those assholes without even trying, or having Kim interfere. It is similar to entering a lion's den, only to find cubs.
Maybe one of the assholes he had to defend himself against was a football player who either got injured while fighting him, then scurried off like a rat, running out of the school like a coward.
From the way Ron saw it, American Football is a contact sport… these kinds of sports bruise and injure people whilst rewarding them with reputation and opportunity. The bruises are easily explained, and whatever time he had as Lotus is disguised as football practice outside of school.
For the cons, there's less time of him doing homework and possibly being Lotus. But homework didn't take too much time, so that's not a horrible con. As for Lotus… that's a risk to take. If he can do cheerleading as a mascot and save the world, he can do the same thing with football.
That and football being limited to a season instead of being all year round. That is more of a double-edged sword. It's good since time management was on his side. But bad when the season ends, and he'll have to explain the bruises and the ghosting outside of the season.
It did not take long for him to march into the athletic office and requested to participate in the tryouts.
Another day, another madman or madwoman attempting to try world domination. This time, it was Duff Killigan attempting to rob a museum of a legendary golfer's nine iron club. Kim shook her head at the thought. This would be up Duff's wheelhouse. She was able to stop him, but not without an unneeded and unnecessary reprimand from Will.
Granted that he's on the side of justice, considering no villain would endure an hour of his snobbish attitude. Belittling her actions, even the slightest mistake or unexpected outcome, she's lectured on her amateurish endeavors. If anything, she wouldn't mind slugging him, or leaving him to whatever contraption he gets himself caught in, if it meant he'd shut up.
Kim didn't understand why Will was the option she had for a partner. Of course, GJ did not wish for her to go about their operations with no backup. Apparently, her, Rufus and Ron were enough… at least until the incident.
After the suspension that Kim placed on Ron, she had requested a new partner into the mix. While she hated working with Will Do, she needed to stand firm with her decision. If it meant tolerating this peon until Ron saw sense again, so be it.
Yet the foundation of her decision was on shaky ground. Waning, faltering, as doubt festered into the roots of her mind. She remembered the bones she broke, the blood she drew. While not an enjoyable action in her line of work, she had some peace of mind when an enemy was immobilized.
But the main part of the problem wasn't that, it was the deterioration of their friendship. The last thing that happened between them was their argument. She wanted to talk to Ron, but he kept avoiding her, prowling about the school like a ghost in her eyes. He even quit the cheer squad in front of her eyes, the duffle bag containing the uniform tossed to her feet and the condescending tone he took were evident enough of the silent fury he had. Usually, she would believe Ron was not handling this maturely… and that time would get him to see reason.
Now the situation was crossing into horizons filled with doubt and uncertainty.
As Kim practiced for her cheerleading routines, there were problems with time. There were still problems with finding a new mascot… some were eager to participate, but… none of them had the flare Ron had. With Bonnie's scornful gaze, Kim's stoic look, and the gossiping of failure among the rest of the squad, there were thumbs going down… all around.
"Phew… okay. That was good, but we can do better than that." Kim rallied. "Let's do the routine again, this time with more vigor and passion into it." As some of the cheerleaders got into position, Bonnie and some others didn't.
"Oh great, we're doing the same crap over and over again. There's something called doing something new, I don't know if you've heard of it before." Bonnie snidely remarked.
"In case you haven't noticed Bonnie, we're down a mascot and many of the drills we had involved the Mad Dog. So, we need to make adjustments for it." Kim argued.
"Adjustments we wouldn't need to make if you kept that loser in line! I'm surprised he isn't crawling back to you!"
"What Ron did is his choice… and you are all picky about finding another mascot! Since there isn't one that anyone can agree on, this is the best option we have! You can either deal with that or get out! I don't care which!" Kim felt that pang of anger resurfaces in her body. All the stress and uneasiness were too much to deal with.
This kind of banter was sadly the new norm for the cheer squad. At first, it was just something that came with the territory, now… it was just tiring and annoying. Kim and Bonnie, the two of them so headstrong and stubborn to admit their folly. How unlike anyone, or any system known to man.
Tara took the time to head outside, the arguments were honestly giving her a headache and maybe a change of scenery and away from earshot of their ridiculous debate will help her. Maybe the football field would help, be a little less rowdy than the gymnasium.
Well, it was less rowdy. There were some people trying out late for the football team. Some of them were either lanky guys without a chance in hell, others seem like beefcakes, only good for blocking and imposing their physical will, absent of the technical IQ in playmaking.
But there was someone doing really good out in the field. There was a 40 yard dash and they ran pretty fast. If anything, he was faster than the rest.
The platinum blonde was indeed impressed by this person. Tara wondered if she missed any of the other parts of the tryouts necessary to assess someone's capabilities. The sprinting was done, but what about the blocking, passing/receiving, the kicking. Squinting a bit, she could make out someone with blonde locks running in gym wear.
"Wait… isn't that…" Tara spoke to herself for a hot second before catching both herself and the identity of this blonde athlete.
"Ron?!" Of all people, Ron was the one who was participating in football. She found it slightly unbelieving, Ron was capable… but at the level of football. She did hold a sliver of doubt, but the practice was shaping to erode that.
Maybe she can catch up with Ron. He is a friendly guy, and with Kim not having a hold on him… she was sure he had the time. It wasn't a bad idea to see where it took her.
A blow of the whistle and the tryouts concluded. The coach talking about what they expected in the field and what they saw. The whole "good hustle" and "some things they need to work on" spiel ran a little blank to Ron. He changed to his regular attire and left the locker room. As he walked to the front of the school building, he decided to take a seat on the steps. His legs growing numb from all the running he did.
"All that running. Those missions really helped." Ron said. As he looked to the skies and drew breath, Tara saw that as her cue.
"Yeah. I bet it did." With her hands behind her back and her body leaning forward to his direction.
Ron whipped his head to his right, where the voice of a girl called to him. He was taken aback, jerked upwards to stand. "Tara!" Ron exclaimed. "Uh… hey! I mean… hey! W-what brings you by?"
Tara giggled at this. After everything, Ron's still that lovable guy she came to know. "I just wanted to see how you were doing after… everything." She wanted to be careful with how she put the situation into words. The one she didn't want to be, unlike Bonnie, was insensitive.
"Honestly. A little better than before. I've been doing better in classes, I can finally defend myself and… I might actually join the football team."
"Yeah. I noticed you trying out in the field. The coaches didn't even say you made the cut right then and there?"
"Nah. They said they have to review everyone's performance, so when they do the selection, they find a position that best fit them."
"So, what are you hoping to get if you make the team?" She sat next to him hugging her knees.
"I don't know. Running is practically normal for me, so maybe a running back or a wide receiver. But what about you? How are things?"
She turned forward and glared. "Arguments here, disagreements there. Down a mascot and doing the same routines. Bonnie and Kim are going to be the death of me." She joked. Even so, there was some truth in those words. "Also, I wanted to see you because, I thought maybe… you would need a friend."
Ron had Rufus and Felix to trust. With Kim avoided like the plague and a sense of… something finally existing, maybe it's best for him to widen his circle of trust.
"Wait, but what about Josh? I mean aren't you two…" Ron rotated his wrist counter clockwise to emphasize his point.
"I mean we were. Don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, but it wasn't really going to last. I wish him the best, but… y'know."
"Oh, you two aren't…" Ron continued to use his words, but with Tara nodding her head, it was clear "oh wow…"
Ron, with a couple seconds that played as hesitation. He gave an answer. "Y'know what… sure. It'll be nice to hang out."
Tara did not show it, but she was beaming at the prospect of them going out… as friends. Baby steps at a time before the real work, if there is work to be done. "You wanna do something now? I mean… you're probably hungry."
"Yeah. I think that'd be a good idea. Lead the way." Ron warmly accepted her request. Not really having the allowance for a fancy five star restaurant or the risk of going somewhere far for a particular meal. They decided to set their sights somewhere close by.
Taking their time relaxing at Bueno Nacho, Tara and Ron got their chance to simply talk without the whole school population leering about like parasites. "I gotta tell you, things are really complicated. All this stuff going on and I'm just trying to make sense of it. I want to do something for myself for a change and… it feels like people are against it." Ron opened up.
"Yeah. I saw. You gave some jerks a pretty nasty beat down, you quit the squad, finishing more schoolwork and now you're trying out for football. I wonder what Kim's thinking about all of this?"
"I'd rather that she doesn't find out about some of the stuff I'm doing." Ron leaned back into the booth.
"Really? It's that bad between you two?" Tara asked.
"Pretty much. She kicks me off the team because I defended myself. She replaces me with someone we both do not like that much in a week. She hates that I'm trying to do my own thing, like she's threatened by it or something." Ron took a nacho chip and consumed it. Subconsciously, he vented somewhat about Kim. Somehow, he couldn't but have his conscience feel lighter upon confessing it.
"You two are like the best of friends. I can't really believe it's like that. If it was, maybe asking her to put in a good word for me about you was a bad idea."
Ron's ears perked. "Wait? She… you asked her if I would be interested in you?" Ron knew that Tara had a crush right after she decided to go out with Josh. Given it being the last minute, but that should count for something. As for Tara asking Kim to set the two up, something the redhead did not do, was a shock to him. Heck, she just tossed the baton and asked how he didn't notice.
"Well yeah. She hadn't gotten back to me, so I assumed she did, and you weren't that interested. You didn't know I had a crush?"
"No. I was pretty dense." He chuckled at the folly, yet being in Tara's presence felt a little less gloomy. Maybe it softened the blow of the unforeseen betrayal.
"Honestly, I'm glad that we're out like this." Tara spoke. "Maybe we can get to know each other without anyone messing it up." She couldn't help but feel that Kim intentionally failed her thanks to the interest she had in Ron… well she still has it lingering in her mind.
Who knows if it'll progress into something more, but they are interested in finding out together.
A budding relationship forming slow and steady. I already told you Bonnie wasn't going to be the romantic partner in this one, so I chose someone more believable and plausible. Ron and Tara are not going to be intimate... yet. I want to place the foundations of what they got going on before they do this, that, and the third. It's tempting to do it, but haste makes waste. Perhaps in the next chapter, I can give Ron/Lotus a much larger appearance than usual because to be honest, the third chapter was done right before the second. Ooh, I see some reviews for the second chapter... let's see.
- I'll take it. Just glad you like it, especially if you're here early for it.
- Maybe, but a lot of things are happening and I am running low on a lot of things... I'm doing what I can, but yikes.
- After everything that's happened to Ron, it was a big pill for him to swallow, probably a bigger pill for others if they're the ones taking it. People want to bite, but they get all whiny when someone bites back. That's Ron's case... he's biting back now.
- Habrá más en la tienda, y no será solo el vínculo de Félix con Ron. Ya tenemos algo con Tara.
- There is more to the whole replacing Ron with Will... you'll see soon enough. It has quite the part to play, but I can't say it yet... hope this chapter answers a question you had.
- Thanks. Ron fought and dealt with people tougher than high school jerks, with Kim no longer having that leash on him, he's not going to take their abuse. Two middle fingers to the air, a three piece with the soda, and he's content.
- Spy on Ron? Kim would never... or would she? Not really that hard to tell.
