Author's Notes:

*BEFORE YOU START READING* I've made some changes to the previous chapters since I last posted, specifically the description of the car that Motor Ed is working on. If you haven't reread it already, at least go back and read that part of the second (originally third) chapter so that you don't get confused. If you're reading this story for the first time, well then you should be fine.

Disclaimer: Disney owns Kim Possible and all of her stuff too, including Wade's gadgets, no matter how many patents he has on them.

Kim and Ron hung on the wall they were strapped to. "Great, just great," Kim mumbled as Motor Ed reinstalled the part Ron had removed.

"S'okay, KP; it's not like we've been captured before."

"Yeah, but I've got class in about half an hour, not to mention you have a test."

"Test? What test?"

"Honestly Ron, you should really keep track of your studies rather than me. I've got enough of my own to pay attention to; I shouldn't have to be keeping tabs on yours."

Ron suddenly felt ashamed and found himself speechless. Kim wanted him to be responsible for his own work, but he couldn't even do that. Some boyfriend I am, he thought.

Kim changed the subject, "Hey, where's Rufus? He could get us out of these."

"But there's no button to push. We're just strapped in," Ron replied.

"Yeah, but I bet he could chew through these straps."

Rufus, sensing that his help was needed, popped his head out of his pocket. "Hey buddy, do you think you could chew us out?" Ron asked him.

Rufus yawned an unusually large yawn for a rodent his size, and then climbed up Ron's shirt. "Ha ha ha! Careful, that tickles!" Ron said as he tried to contain his laughter.

"Rngh, rngh, rngh," Rufus gnawed on the straps that held Ron to the wall. "Uh oh."

Motor Ed, who had been listening to the exchange the whole time, turned and said, "Looks like you just lost your bet, Red."

"Rufus can cut through solid metal, but not this?" Kim asked, confused.

"It's a super tough synthetic material that I developed just for you guys. Not even your bald rodent can get through that stuff."

"Wade was Right," Ron said as Motor Ed turned his back to them, "he really isn't as dumb as the hair leads you to think."

Kim, feeling upset that she was still stuck, slumped down as much as she could with her hands holding her up. As she did, her wrists slipped in the strap a little. Realizing what happened, she smiled a devious smile. "You know, mullet maniac, I may have lost my bet, but you really shouldn't have dropped me in that oil." She twisted her wrists and pulled with all her might. It hurt somewhat, but she was soon free. Kim made sure to free Ron while Motor Ed was still distracted.

"Aww, Red, that's harsh," said Motor Ed in response to her "mullet maniac" comment. Then he came to realize what Kim had meant by those words. "Whoa! H-how? But, like, I worked on those forever! It was supposed to be fool proof!"

"Yeah, you can talk to your cousin Drew about fool proof plans next time you get the chance which should be soon considering you'll both be behind bars when I'm done with you. Now, I'm waiting," she said, motioning for him to bring it.

Kim hadn't really ever fought Ed in hand-to-hand combat, since he was always trying to crush her with a monster truck or grab a fake car part as it flew by in a wind tunnel. However, she wasn't surprised to find that he was all muscle and no brains. He reared back to throw left hook after right hook, not landing a single blow on the springy cheerleader.

Ron, on the other hand, was having less luck. There was no way that he matched up to Motor Ed's lone henchman in hand-to-hand combat, especially since Ron lacked a crowbar. So he did the most logical thing he could think of, which at the time being was to run in an unidentifiable pattern around the warehouse. The short brute didn't stand a chance to his mad running away skills. However, despite every evasive maneuver he made, he would eventually be found again and the chase would continue. Ron decided he had to hide somewhere. All the crates in the warehouse were sealed, so he couldn't hide in there. Hmmm, he thought, the only logical place to hide is…

Meanwhile, Kim had felled Motor Ed a number of times, and had just tripped him again, making him fall backwards into the ever present pooling of oil on the floor. When he regained his balance, he noticed that his hair was dripping with the black unctuous substance. "Nobody, messes with, THE MULLET!" He roared at nobody in particular.

"You might want to get that hair washed, Eddie. It's pretty greasy," Kim taunted.

Motor Ed made to leap at Kim, but his feet only fell from beneath him as he slipped again and fell onto his stomach. Kim left him to duel with the lube on the floor as she looked around to see how Ron was holding up.

Ron ran around the warehouse, and this time as he rounded a corner of crates, he dove into the "convertible" and poked his head up to watch as the henchman turned to disappear behind another set of crates. "Phew, that was close," he said to himself. He averted his attention to the array of buttons and levers that were just begging to be touched…

Kim watched in amazement as Motor Ed's latest creation roared to life, idled for a moment, then screeched as its tires spun with impressive power, tire smoke billowing from the back wheels, and the car lurched forwards towards her. She watched in horror as it sped up, the distance between her and the car dropping incredibly fast. At the last second, she shot her grappling hook and pulled herself to safety as the convertible turned its wheels too far and spun out of control, knocking over some boxes as it skidded to a stop. When the dust cleared, she saw a pair of dark green cargo pants upside-down, flailing about in the passenger's side. She made a mental note to kill her boyfriend later for almost flattening her into a pancake. Just then, she saw Motor Ed, who had finally managed to get away from the oil, run to the convertible and jump over the door into the driver's seat. He paid no attention to Ron as he shifted into gear and slammed on the gas. Kim reacted in no time and fired her grappling hook at the car, snagging the lip of the car body behind where the rear seats would have been just before it was out of the hook's reach. Kim already had her helmet on and rocket skates out and blasted off at the time the hook caught. She held on to the grappling hook as the convertible only accelerated towards a wall of crates in the warehouse. At the last second, Motor Ed slammed on the brakes and cranked the wheel to the right. She followed him with her grapple as he drifted around a corner to avoid hitting the crates. She could hear Ron yelling some "screams of courage" as he called them, however they were muffled because he was still upside-down in his seat. Kim didn't have much time to think about it as Motor Ed floored it as he came out of the turn.

Motor Ed's henchman was chasing after that skinny blond-haired buffoon and realized he had lost him. He started hunting around for him when he heard some commotion coming from the center of the warehouse. He realized it was his boss's latest creation when he heard the roar of the engine and the squealing of tires. Then he heard a crash. He was already headed towards the commotion when he heard the crash. But before he could reach the main area of the warehouse, he heard it rev up and speed off again. By the time he was there, he just saw leftover tire treads and some broken crates in the corner.

He scratched his head and tried to figure out what to do next. Then, he heard the convertible in the distance. He tried to figure out where it was in the warehouse, but it was difficult as it seemed to be coming from all directions. However he noticed that it was getting closer. With a sudden shock he realized that it was coming from behind him, and he jumped around just in time to see it screaming towards him. With a yelp, he jumped up over the car as it passed under him. However that didn't save him from the giant spark plug that he crashed into with a WHAM! His arms and legs wrapped around it as his body was forced in a direction it did not want to go. He held on for dear life even though the whole front of his body screamed in protest to the added pressure after being hit by a speeding vehicle. "Oh, that's gonna smaht latah," he said in a thick accent.

Meanwhile, Kim who had watched the whole fiasco unfold in front of her attempted to come up with a plan of action. Ron she knew the henchman wouldn't be a problem now, but Motor Ed still was. She couldn't blow the tires or do anything that might cause the car to swerve out of control in fear of Ron being thrown from the car. She also didn't want to damage any of the stolen parts so that they might be returned to their rightful owners in proper condition. She had to think fast though because if she didn't stop Motor Ed and his scheme, she along with anything else behind the vortex that he created would be obliterated. She had to duck into a ball as Motor Ed crashed into an overhead door made of sheet metal and was suddenly on the road. Now no longer in the confines of the warehouse, he was able to gain more speed as he headed for the interstate, making Kim's mission harder. However, she was thankful that Motor Ed decided to pick a lair farther south because if the air was any colder, the wind chill would be killing her, especially in something that revealed so much skin as the crop top she was currently wearing.

While Kim enjoyed the sudden rush of adrenaline induced by her world-saving feats, she also tried to avoid unnecessary actions that might potentially put her or someone else in danger. This was one such situation where Kim had to make her decisions wisely or else someone could get hurt. She weighed her options to decide what the best thing to do might be. In the end, she couldn't come up with any good plan of action. So she held her grapple with one hand and reached down to grab the Kimmunicator with the other. As she was traveling down a roadway, reaching speeds of about sixty or seventy, she pressed the one button that would instantly connect her to Wade. His face appeared on the bright screen.

"Wade, I need to figure out a way to stop this thing without wrecking it-" She had to jump over a taxi cab then duck under a semi-truck as Motor Ed ran a red light. "You got any ideas?"

"None that I can think of off the top of my head," he replied. "Let me look at the schematics for the engine and see what I can find."

"Hurry Wade, I don't know how much longer I have until he opens the vortex."

"Got it. I'll let you know as soon as I find something. Wade out." The screen went black and Kim put it back on her utility belt. She focused her attention more fully on the situation at hand.

Motor Ed swerved around some traffic to turn onto the interstate. Kim knew he would open the vortex near a populated area like a big city where he could cause more destruction. She needed to keep him from opening the vortex before he reached a highly populated area where more people would be harmed, let alone stop him from opening the vortex at all. The henchman was still holding on to that device desperately. She wondered if she could figure out a way to wrap both him and Motor Ed up for the authorities before they go away. However, she was still at a loss as for what to do.

Ron, whose head had been stuck in the seat ever since he almost mowed over his girlfriend (she was going to kill him for that later, he was sure) was trying feverishly to get unstuck. He knew that the car was in motion and he didn't like one bit of it. He felt his body being pulled to the side as whoever was driving pulled a hard right. "Ya know, ya'd think that whoever's driving this thing would be kind enough to help get me unstuck before taking off," he said, though his muffled complaints were not audible over the sound of the sound of the interstate at one-hundred twenty miles per hour and rising. Finally he managed to pull his head out from under eat the seat and stood all the way up to try and gain his bearing. That however, was a very bad idea. He was greeted with a one-hundred and fifty mile-per-hour blast to the face. It was a miracle that he wasn't blown out of the vehicle like loose paper. He yelped and grabbed on to the top of the windshield to steady himself, then promptly sat down in the seat. He looked to his left to see Motor Ed driving the car. "Hey!" he called out in surprise.

Motor Ed, now recognizing Kim's skinny sidekick as a threat to his plan of total destruction, pushed a button on the dash. "Later bro. Seriously!" he called as Ron was suddenly ejected from the car by the rocket-propelled seat in which he was currently seated.

"WHHHHOOOOAAAAA KPEEEEEEEEE!" Ron screamed as he was shot high into the air.

Kim was alarmed to see the passenger seat suddenly shot two hundred feet into the air, with Ron in it. Oh no, she thought. For once in her life, she actually panicked. She followed Ron with her eyes, watching as the seat fell. She had to tear her eyes away from it because Motor Ed was flooring it again. He weaved through traffic at over three hundred miles per hour, clipping a few and sending sparks into Kim's face. It was a good thing that her helmet had a visor. She barely avoided rear-ending a car herself as she weaved in and out of the lanes. She looked back to where Ron had fallen, just in time to see the car seat still falling for a second before it crashed into the ground.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!" Kim shouted. Her eyes were tearing up, but no tears were running because of the wind on her face. She knew that the chance that anyone could survive that fall in were slim to none. A small dust cloud rose where it had impacted. She couldn't see anything through it, and she was already too far down the road to see anything clearly.

Her grief suddenly changed to rage as she turned to look at the person that might have just ruined fourteen years of cherished friendship and the best thing that ever happened to her. She gritted her teeth hard enough to bite through steel and narrowed her eyes so much they could cut through diamond.

Motor Ed looked back to see a very angry redhead chasing after him. "Whoa! Not cool," he shouted over the wind. He noticed the hook attached to the car and had a thought. "Heh. See ya later, Red!" Ed called out to her as he moved to put up the roof to reduce air resistance as well as dislodge the grappling hook, but Kim had hit the retract button on her grapple and was closing the distance to the car fast. When the roof came up and knocked the hook off, Kim, with the help of an added boost from her rocket skates, managed to get a hand on the spoiler. Motor Ed looked back and satisfied that he didn't see anyone in his mirrors further increased his speed, getting closer to the desired speed. At the same time, his henchman sighed with relief now that he was safely inside the convertible. Then he collapsed from exhaustion.

Kim swung her body around to grab onto the spoiler with both hands. She was dangling over the ground that was passing under her faster than humanly possible. She couldn't get her rocket skates on the ground because of the draft passing under the convertible. She then looked up and noticed that the roof of the convertible was more of a thick, flexible glass than a hard fabric. It was made up of two prices of this "glass" material, divided down the middle. There was a tight-fitting opening in the roof to allow the giant spark plug to protrude out into the air. However, Kim didn't have any time to think about it. She was on a mission, and Edward Lipsky had just made this mission personal.

Kim found it hard to hold onto the accelerating roadster, let alone attempt to move closer to the device where she might be able to do some damage. The swerving in and out of traffic didn't help either. The wind tore at her face and howled in her ears. She grunted as she pulled herself up so that she was able to cross her arms under the spoiler and hold on. She was moving so fast that it was difficult to tell how fast she was going. At one moment, there was a car in the distance, and the next it was behind her.

Kim surveyed her surroundings. Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic on this stretch of pavement so the swerving was reduced to a minimal. Unfortunately, Motor Ed was approaching a city. She could see the outlines of skyscrapers in the distance. At the speed they were going, it wouldn't be much time before they were right next to them. Kim was still at a loss as for what to do. Then, she barely heard the tones of the Kimmunicator over the wind. She let go with one arm to reach down to her belt and grab it. She brought it up in front of her and answered it. Wade said something but there was no way she could hear him.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU WADE."

He said something again, but still no luck. Kim then put the speaker up to her ear. Then she was finally able to make out what he was saying, though sometimes it was hard to tell.

"Kim, I assume you can hear me now. The N300 engine has a computerized mixture regulator. If you can find a place to plug in the Kimmunicator, I can stop the engine."

"FIND A PLUG. GOT IT WADE." Kim yelled. She put her Kimmunicator back on her belt. She knew the faster she stopped Motor Ed, the faster she could beat the living daylights out of him and then find Ron. She tried to get a foothold on the bumper so that she could push herself more towards the front, but her foot kept slipping. Kim realized that even if she got past the spoiler, there was no way that she could climb all the way to the front where the engine was, not to mention Motor Ed would see her and most likely try to shake her off. The only way to get to the front was to go underneath the car.

Kim carefully let go of the spoiler with one hand while she held on with the other. She twisted her body sideways and swung her arm underneath the car. That was a bad idea. Her hand shot back from the draft going underneath the convertible. She yelled in pain as her arm twisted farther than it should have. She felt a POP and she was pretty sure that she had dislocated her shoulder. This mission was getting more dangerous by the minute, but she had to manage for the moment. If Kim lost her grip now, she would get the worst road burn in history of humankind, and there was a ninety-nine percent chance that she would not survive it. So once again, she swung her arm around to the bottom of the car, forcing her dislocated shoulder to fight against the air that hit her arm like a hurricane, and this time managed to grab hold of the bottom of the bumper.

Kim had dealt with a handful of dislocated joints before, even having stood her ground against Shego on some occasions, but never before had she put this much pressure on a dislocated joint. She grimaced and grunted in pain as the feeling of a thousand needles stabbing the inside of her shoulder coursed through her body. The only things keeping her arm from being torn off her body completely were the muscles and tendons in her shoulder and her arm. She held on until she could think clearly and then grabbed hold of the car's frame under the bumper. The rough edges of the car's body dug into her wrist and scraped against her skin, further increasing the pain. Once Kim was sure that she had a solid grip on the frame, she let go of the spoiler with her other hand and grabbed on to the frame. Her shoulder protested greatly with the added strain and the twisting motion involved in rotating her body. Her back was now to the ground. Then using both arms, Kim pulled herself up and then grabbed on to another part of the chassis with her good arm. If she thought it was windy before, she was mistaken. The torrent of wind underneath the convertible made the air going by when she was skating feel like a soft breeze. She managed to move her other hand further up the chassis, and then she was able to put a foot on the rear of the frame. Kim had to be careful not to get touch the moving axles attached to the wheels. The also had to avoid touching the differential with her bare skin. She could tell just from the proximity that it was very hot, even with the wind blowing most of the heat away.

Now that she had her feet positioned, it was much easier and less painful to move forward. She made sure to grab inanimate parts and avoid the hot parts. As she passed underneath the engine, she couldn't hear anything else. She felt cold drops of water falling on her skin and clothes from the radiator. They left wet steaks down her clothes as the wind quickly carried them away.

Finally, she reached the front bumper. She pushed off with her feet again and folded her stomach over the front of the convertible. Kim then positioned her feet that were still underneath the car to secure her hold. She sat up in an upright position. Kim was still ducking so that Motor Ed wouldn't see her there, which was hard to do. She turned her head to look in the direction they were going. They were coming up on some sort of industrial area, and the city itself wasn't far off from there. She had to stop this thing fast.

Kim decided that the best method of attack was to open the hood and find the port into which the Kimmunicator could fit. However, she figured that once she had the hood up, Motor Ed would notice her and try to shake her off. She would have to work fast to find the port. She whipped out her laser lipstick and started to cut on the latch to the hood. She quickly cut through it and prepared to find the port. However, she did not expect the hood to come flying up once the latch was broken and the wind to literally tear it off its hinges. She was caught off guard only for a moment, then she proceeded to locate the port. She scoured the engine, looking all over shield plates and plastic casings, under wires and tubes, but she did not see it. Then Motor Ed tried to throw her off. He swerved right and left, throwing Kim's head side to side. The only reason she didn't fall off was because she had wisely positioned her feet prior to opening the hood and held on tight with her gloved hands. However, that didn't stop her shoulder from letting her know it was still dislocated.

Eventually, the mechanical maniac came to the conclusion that he wasn't going to shake Kim off. She had too good of a hold. But Kim didn't expect what he did next. He actually slowed down to traffic speed. Then he lined up with an eighteen-wheeler in front of him, and started closing the distance between him and the semi-trailer. Kim's eyes grew very wide. He isn't actually going to… is he? Would he do that to a person? Would he really… Just crush me like a tomato? Kim was thinking very fast. Then she thought, Well he tried to throw me off the front of the car… he's a villain… he has no reason not to…

With a sudden fear for her life, Kim tried again to find that port on the engine. For once in her life though, she was distracted on a mission. She was distracted by the slowly approaching rear end of an eighteen-wheeler. Kim threw off her helmet to see more clearly. She desperately ran her hands over the engine, hoping to find something. She accidentally shocked herself when the skin of her arm came in contact with the positive terminal on the battery. There were only fifty feet between her and imminent doom now. She started banging on the engine with her fists. Kim looked directly at Motor Ed and pleaded with her eyes for him not to do this. She held his gaze for a long time, then he smiled at the defeat in Kim's face and floored it when she was just ten feet away. Kim shut her eyes tight and her whole body tensed in preparation for the impact…

Author's Notes:

Oooooooh, a cliffhanger! Sorry guys, but this chapter was getting long. I know how much y'all hate these, but I needed a good breaking point. And hey, I could have stopped it when Ron hit the ground… but I didn't! So I'll pause here for a few weeks while I work on some of my other stories. They aren't going to write themselves, you know. I found out the hard way that autobiographies don't write themselves either…

Anyway, check out some of my other stories on my profile. I don't have any complete except for the one-shot that I did a while back, so I'm sorry about that. I for one know that waiting for updates can be annoying. I'll try to post a new chapter as soon as I can!

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Over and out.