What's going on everyone, its Dismal again. After Break Away, I decided to write another KP storyline, if you read the summary, thank you. But here's a deeper part of this, I was inspired by several shows and readings to make something like this. So this would revolve around Kim and Ron, they might be a future pairing, that's what I'm aiming for, also to not make one or the other look like a villain. I want to make this deep, I don't know if this will be a series, but I'll see what I can do, so for now, here's the first chapter. Don't forget to read and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, it is owned by its respective companies.

Chapter 1: Hello Middleton, Time For A Fresh Start

Another day on the job, that's what's normally said, or thought. A mission had to be assigned especially at a night like this. A cold breeze dare to kiss, or rather bite at the skin. A suspicious gathering of criminals are to be taken place at an abandoned apartment complex. What they had in common: they work for Jack Hench.

The operative found the complex, cracked walls and grown vegetation exposed in its windows. Dim lights which only promoted its lucid appearance. With a front flip that placed on the roof opposite of the target building, she exhales a breath of air, the weather being cold enough for it to be seen by the naked eye.

"What's the sitch, Wade?" She says. Her fingers had already pressed the button on the device. Her cracked fingertips traced the edges of her device. A strong yet shaking grip from the chilly winds possessed her.

Finishing a sip from his soda, the tech geek cleared his throat. "So far, there's no surveillance in there, so I can't really tell how many are inside." He concludes. The keyboard made a clicking noise as fingertips traversed upon it.

She remains unfazed. She's done missions like these on her own for a long time. Years of training, years on the battlefield equals years of experience. "Ok. Let's test out the drone." Her wristwatch contained the control necessary to pilot the controls. As the flying machine zipped through the air and infiltrated the compound. Lights were on, placed at the center, allowing the creeping shadows of the dark to pour at the edges.

She takes the while to look around. "Ok let's take a look… shouldn't be too hard." She mumbles to herself. Two cars, indicating the common meeting, a buyer and supplier. Two guards defending each party. A total of six guys waiting to be thrown in prison. "This should be easy." She stretched her neck from side to side, preparing to go in. A deep breath came in and out of her lungs, eyes closing, then opening.

She shot her rappel towards the enemy building. With a front flip, she crashes into the window and quickly falls to land on one guy. The other five became startled. "Aw shit!" One of them yelled. Before one man could charge her. She shot her rappel at his shoulder, yanked him towards her and delivered a spinning hook kick, sending him staggering to the ground. As he lies on the ground, she delivers an axe kick to the temple of his skull, knocking him out cold.

The closest man she saw, ruffling his jacket, meaning he's underestimating her, thinking she's just another person looking for attention, or to commit suicide in a horrible manner, whatever the case was, he didn't know what he was in for. She ran at him, first doing a baseball slide, then hoisting herself up with her right hand behind her. With the rest of her body upfront, her legs in particular, her right leg was providing structural support with her right hand in order to kick the enemy in the head, then moved herself in a good position to do a spinning back kick. With her skills in Tae-Kwon-Do evidently being clear to her enemies, they still fail to realize that it wasn't going to be easy.

As Kim focused on her second opponent, a third man went to try to punch her in the face. Kim quickly turned her attention on him, grabbing the forearm with one hand, as well as chopping him in the throat with the other. She uses her right knee to attack him in the ribs twice. With her free hand she grabs the back of his neck and throws him to the fourth who wanted to tackle her. Leading him to tackle his own comrade or fall beneath him as his own momentum failed him.

The second man attempted to get up. He tried to grab her by the throat, but she bobbed and weaved attacking him with a left hook and a right uppercut. His body had no choice but to press itself against a wall. Kim saw this and she ran towards him jumping and performed a flying knee that cruelly punished his chest with ribs that were subsequently broken or cracked.

The fourth man removes his unconscious friend as he was planted on top of his body. With a groggy body, and blurred vision. He feels a tire iron near his body. He picks it up. He quickly runs in order to smash Kim's face in. But the redhead had a plan for that. She grabs the hand that held the tire iron and elbows him in the face, giving him a bloody nose. She uses a judo hip throw to plant him on the ground. She disarms him from his weapon and strikes him with the tire iron herself, knocking him out. Kim sees the fifth man and throws the tire iron at his face, knocking him out also.

The sixth took this opportunity to run, flee. The deal had failed, five guys taken down by one girl, he didn't want to be added to the list. But a rappel that wrapped itself around his leg and dragged him towards his apparent doom. She grabs his arm and hoists him to his knees. She stretches out his fingers.

All that was heard was the cold air blowing outside. An eerie feeling creeping in the cold room "The explosives, you were selling them to someone, who was it?"

Heavy breathing came from his lips. His hand covering his mouth, masking the pain he was going through. "I dunno, most of them are anonymous… even if I did… he'll kill me." She caught onto his lie, she started to bend the fingers were the victim felt discomfort. "Ghk… gah… ragh…" he groaned.

"Unless you want to deal with me, you'll start talking." Her grip on him hardened causing him to hiss in agony. "J-J-Jack Hench. He supplied with the explosives, you know him right? Anything you want, he'll get it… for the right price. We work for him, just a simple job." He blurts out. His eyes widening in fear, his body trembling before her.

"Just a simple job, huh? Who's the buyer then?" She questions again.

"Those guys, t-t-the ones you knocked out." The sound of his voice, he was cowering, but he was still lying. Kim stomped on his ankle and knees him in the face. She then places him in a headlock. "I know you're lying, there's someone else. I want to know who."

"Drakken. Dr Drakken, OK. Needs it for some operation, he had the money but, I don't think he was… too happy about it." He says. "Who?" She snarls at him.

"Jack… always had his eye on other criminals. Didn't like Drakken's record I guess. Even tried to scam him once, I don't think he let it go." She kicks him in the calf. Making him kneel and pressing his face toward the concrete.

"HenchCo… what do they supply in?" She asks.

"Weapons, muscle… stuff that his clients need. He's like one of the backbones in organized crime. He knows how to cover shit up. Use his 'investments' for other purposes. I swear, this is all I know!" His eyes begin to water.

She got closer to him, making him shake more. She whispers in his ear. "Good enough for me." A well placed punch that knocks him out cold.

A sigh comes from her lips as she uses her rappel to escape the building. Zipping through the air and heading towards her home. She arrives at the front door, her hand twisting the cold knob as a creak came from the door, showing a barely lit house.

'Maybe they all went into their bedrooms.' Kim thought. She closes the door silently and locks the door. She quietly walks up to the stairs and into her room, not wanting to disturb her parents or the Tweebs for that matter.

She enters her room and walks to the lamp and flicks it on. She flops onto the bed. A huff coming from the next breath she springs up to grab a little purple book sitting on her nightstand. With the guidance of a delicate bookmark, she turns to a page and writes down the date.

'Another mission done, thank goodness. When the director called me on a mission to break some sort of deal, I was almost ready to suck my teeth at her. Ok, maybe I was a bit annoyed, but it was probably poor timing. Been trying to get Jack Hench behind bars for months, but everyone thinks he's some sort of savvy businessman. Can't believe some people are kissing up to him, he's a crook, plain and simple. I'm probably annoyed because it's so… repetitive. Done this for the director for a while an, I'm probably itching for some new action… I still fight Drakken and Shego and everyone else. Tomorrow, I have to make sure cheerleading tryouts go well and be ready for another mission. The one thing I wish for right now, is for some new crazy excitement to enter my life.'

'Feeling: Hopeful'

As Kim closes the book, she moves a lock of her red hair away from her hair and places it under her pillow. The redhead released a breath and fell into blissful rest. Whatever awaited the redhead within the morning, she'll calculate what she needs to do by then.

Middleton Airport:

A lady on the P.A announcing the next flights, the waves of people distinctively talking upon one another as one boy traversed from the crowds. Hands in his pocket, the look of an innocent young man, with a sense of nostalgia and fresh cold air filling his lungs.

'I can't believe it… I'm really back home.' He said as he takes an escalator down to the lobby, well before getting a backpack and a suitcase. A vibration coming from his pocket, he reaches to it and pulls out his phone. He sees a number that wasn't on his contact list. He takes the call.

"Hello?" He asks. "Yeah, I can't believe I'm here." The caller obviously asked him about Middleton, with his reaction calm, but wandering. "So you're the contact, then?" He asks. "I don't suppose you have a place for me to crash or something to do right?" He patiently waits for the response. "Ok, we'll meet there, then. See you soon."

He leaves the airport and waves his hand, while doing a little whistle. "Taxi!" He says. As he goes into the backseat, he gives the driver the address.

"So… you new here?" He asks in a gruff voice.

"No…" he says with a sigh while tapping his knees with his hands. Playing an invisible drum beat to his ears. "I was actually born here, actually left to study for a bit. Came back to finish it off."

"So you a college student, boy?" He asks.

"Nope. High School." He rotated his shoulders and tilted his neck from side to side.

"Did your parents ship you off to boarding school or something?" He says while looking at the rear view mirror that showed the blonde's reflection.

He curled his lips and nodded his head. "Pretty much yeah."

As the conversation kept on, the car had stopped to its destination. Ron paid the man and a tip for his convenience. Walking into the neatly furnished and freshly painted shop, he sees an old man with a notebook, looking at his inventory, possibly taking note. He looks at the blonde boy.

"Sorry, we're closed." He said as he continued to sweep the floor. The man had then seen the boy flash some sort of silver necklace, resembling a small pointed shuriken with six points and a small hole in the center. Seeing it resting on the palm of his hand made him realize who he was.

"So you were the one on the phone, then?" The old man stops sweeping the floor, his palms resting on the tip of the broom.

The boy nodded his head. "They said you have some supplies I was suppose to get, y'know… for hunting." Catching onto his use of words, he nodded his head. He walks to a wall and embeds a small piece of silver in one of the decorations that looked to be a ninja star with a part chipped off. Once attached, he twisted the star, making a sound of something being unlocked. The wall was actually a door. Twisting to the left, it reveals a room hidden from the public.

Designated weapons were inside. From shuriken, kunai, katana, crossbow bolts, smoke bombs, and many more. On a clipping board are photos of many villains. He took a glance at each photo and smiled.

"Hmm, colorful." He comments. "So these are pretty much the bad guys?" He places his hands in his pocket as the man comes out with a large backpack containing something for him.

"You'd be surprised. Take a good long look and you see an idiot wearing a skirt with a golf addiction, a dumbass scientist who's blue - I'm actually surprise that he is one first of all, and an old man whose son is a sissy and who's name you can't even say three times fast."

To think these people were just normal criminals coming in. Placing a thumb on his chin, he examines the photos a little more.

"And this one…" the old man flicks a photo onto the desk. "… is gonna stick her head where it doesn't belong." A picture of a certain redhead caught his attention. Grabbing the bag, the young one sets off.

"Might wanna thank some people for keeping that roof over your head. It's waiting for you." Letting the young one set off into the night with the bag. Sounds of cars driving from afar followed with the sights of street lamps lighting the path he walked. To his left, he saw a fast food restaurant that he remembered for a long time.

"Bueno Nacho?" He says smiling. 'Takes me back.' As he walks to the entrance, he doesn't see it stacked with people. But there were three people at the counter. The only thing he could think about… 'What are they wearing?'

As he opens the door, he could see those three people conversing… or rather harassing a geeky, timid looking guy, praying that the counter would shield him from these ruffians.

"Now then, do I have to come and collect right now, or do I have to make you regret it, either way, it's your call!" The guy said. He was accompanied by two girls, one had covered herself with a hoodie and the other had a purse slung over her shoulder.

"Look! W-w-we don't have enough! Just give us until tomorrow… I swear, I-I swear we'll have it by then!" The person stammered, gripped by the thresholds of fear, with cold shivers making him stay in place. With a scratch in the back of his head. The boy decided to intervene.

"Hahaha, and I thought I've seen it all!" He laughs at the trio. "Out of all the fashion statements I've seen, you three are the most ridiculous! What look are you going with, the hipster, retro reject look, or the knock-off look!" He chuckles again. Having newfound humor at his expense.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, dude!" The guy behind the counter says. "These are people you do not wanna mess-" He stopped in mid-sentence as one of the girls gave him a death glare. He shut himself up after that.

"Fuck off boy! You better stay out of other people's business!" Normally people probably would yell at the man saying something like that. But for the blonde boy. He laughs.

"Haha, ok lemme get this right… when someone with a bad taste of clothes with some failing harem or whatever talks to me like that…" he stopped laughing and gave a cold glance that increased the tension already present in the area. "That is something I'm not gonna let slide." He takes off his backpack, but not before slipping on some gloves. "So I'm gonna give you this one… you can walk away and forget about this… or you can stay, and I get to break all those bones in your body… either way, I'm gonna enjoy this."

They scoffed at the teenage boy, so oblivious to the madness he freely started. They walked towards him. He twisted his neck side to side.

The blonde boy ran at the three. He jumped up on the table to gain higher ground. He lunged at the big guy. Using him like a support beam, he kicks the girl with the purse, knocking her shades off. Ron landed on the ground before the man, but he was losing his balance. With a foot resting on his rib. The teen pushed the man in mid air and allowed him to fall on the ground.

Quickly he arose to see the girl in the hoodie run and try a push kick. He pushed it down while hitting moving to the side to hit her in the mouth with his elbow, but she weaved to the left, dodging the attack, but leaving her open to a back fist from the same hand. She used her left hand to strike him. But he grabbed it, and with a quick uppercut to the jaw, he threw her to one of his other adversaries, crashing him to the ground.

Moving to the side with a side, he smiles. "I believe this earned me a BOOYAH! Hahaha, so really are you three that bad, you really can't be. Well maybe that chick…" he pointed with his thumb up and his index and middle finger targeting the girl in the hoodie. "… can make up for it, but still though… oh wait, I never got your names."

"Big guy is Chino, short black hair is Espadrille, and the one in the hood is Hoodie." The boy behind the counter blurted out. The three had then shot him a death glare.

"Hey look, he's the least of your worries… ok…" His happiness transitioned into a serious tone. "So let's get back to it." He charges at the three. He starts with Chino. A right jab, following with a left uppercut and left hook. Chino attempted to hit the blonde boy but he redirected the attack onto Espadrille, he jumps up to kick her in the head with placing an elbow into his skull.

Hoodie dug her knee into the blonde boy's stomach, she takes control of the back of his head. As she attempts to hit him again with another knee, the blonde boy caught the knee and lifts her up in the air and slams her to the ground, leaving a sickening sound of flesh slapping onto the ground as the bone, muscle and nerves react to the immobilizing pain.

He then moves and twists his body 360 degrees while keeping his body horizontal and kicks Espadrille, grabbing her arm and standing her up, and stomps on the side of her knee, effectively breaking it, the sounds of her screams filled the area as that nauseating crunch of a bone makes its unwanted sound. He then breaks her wrist and head butts her, knocking her out cold.

Chino attempted to attack him from behind, with an overhead punch to the back of his head, he dodged it and kicked him on the leg. The blonde boy punched him in the ribs twice, yet he sees a punch coming from his right. He curled his fingers on the attacking arm, punched him right on the throat, jumped up on his knees and wrapped his legs on his arm. With enough strength, he used enough pressure to dislocate his shoulder. Chino falls to his knees, Ron flipped off of him and takes his hand and breaks four of his fingers. After breaking one of his enemies arm out of commission, the blonde boy rolls towards Hoodie.

He mounts her, grabbing a fistful of her hoodie by the torso. He could see by the quivering of her lips, that she was in complete fear. He then got close to her face and whispered in her ear.

"The next time I see you…" he then grabs her throat, leaving a squeak underneath her breath, not indicating sexual sensitivity, but terror. "I'll make it worse."

Hoodie got her comrades as they hastily yet poorly fled from the restaurant, not attempting to look back or say anything else. Whoever that boy was he may have fought somewhat like Kim, but he took it a step further.

He then grabs his backpack. "Hey, they're gone… you can come out now." The boy stood up and uncovered his face.

"Hey thanks. Those guys always come here and try to extort this place. Protection, they said! Most of this stuff comes outta my paycheck though!" He releases his pent up frustration and anger through his words.

"Always come?" The blonde says. "Isn't there someone who usually helps? Why not go to the police?" He says.

"You think I haven't tried?! Not the police, not even Kim Possible can stop this… for good I mean!" He sighs and cleans his glasses.

"Sorry, about that. Name's Ned, I work here."

Taking a seat on the stool, and slinging his bag on his back, he introduces himself. "I'm Ron. Ron Stoppable."

"Hey, thanks again for dealing with them, is there at least something I can do for you?" He expressed his gratitude to Ron, now he was able to breathe easier.

"Well… I'd like to place an order."