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Setting The Stage

Ron waits until Kim and his sister calms down. Only then did he interrupt their mother-daughter bonding time asking, "What's our next move, KP?"

"You'll make sure these people are safe. Shego and I..."

"KP, my place is at your side, not hers". Ron objects, pointing contemptibly at Shego. He didn't appreciate his new assignment. He felt like he'd been replaced by an enemy, and not just any enemy, an plasma-throwing mercenary, who'd repeatedly tried to kill them countless times. He didn't trust her to cover KP's back. And he wasn't timid about voicing his concerns, the contempt audible in his voice tone.

"Calm down, Ron," she reasons with her fiancé.

"Calm down?" Ron snorts, not believing his ears. He starts to worry. Had he been replaced so easily? This quickly?

Kim tries to make him understand. Why Shego was the 'logical choice' in this given circumstance. Also, in fact, why his presence would not only hers but countless others' lives in jeopardy if he tagged along. She didn't like this anymore than he did. Alas, it was their only choice under these trying circumstances. "Remember, Ron, Kim Possible is dead. You can't be seen palling around with Trinity Rose, a notorious international assassin. That would only endanger our surviving family and friends not under my current protection in graver danger, even after this sitch is over. I must still resurrect Kim Possible".

Ron drops his head grumbling under his breath. He at least bought her sentiment. KP wasn't replacing him. Shego was the dancing monkey. He'd replace her again when this sitch was over. Even so, he wanted to but couldn't discredit her logic. That's why she was their Team Leader. Ron sighs bitterly. He may not like how this must play out. At least she'd let him know she was alive. That consideration encouraged him. Ron knew she'd keep her word, wholly. He simply needed to know one thing, "How will this charade help resurrect you, so we can be a team again?"

"I honestly can't say yet," she grasps his hands.

"That isn't good enough, K.P.," he pulls back.

"Ron, please be patient," she kisses him passionately, then pulls back but while still staying within his grasp, peering deep into his eyes, silently pleading with him. You've trusted me this long. Please extend this same trust a little longer. She assures him, it won't take long, "I've already set the final stages of my plan into motion".

"You have?" Ron smiles with appreciation. That meant he and Kim could be partners again.

Kim reinforces her sentiment asking the head guard nearby, "Captain Shaffer, did you complete my last instructions yet?"

"Yes, Ma'am, everything's done," he salutes, back up his boss, where her skeptical partner would trust them a little longer. He elaborated about what he'd done but without going into excruciating detail, and giving away vital plans, "I even received your next assignment. Are you sure you want to proceed with this tactic, Ma'am?"

"Positive," she leaves no doubts.

"Once started, there's no turning back," he warns her about this tactic's inherent risks.

"I know," she assures him. She'd considered all possible risks. The rewards outweigh the risks. "Proceed with Operation Shattered Unity. These monsters must pay for what they'd already done unto my family and friends".

Wade didn't understand their coded exchange. This level of secrecy started to really worry him. He knew better than inquiry about whatever she had planned next. Kim was once so open. Her plans shared amicably among their teammates. Alas, she'd changed lately, becoming more secretive than ever, at times even going dark by unplugging her kimmunicator and turning Annie slam off. He didn't have a clue-where she was, who she was talking to, or what she may be planning.

Even he had to admit. it was a good thing she did. Global Justice blindsided him. He'd lost everything he ever cared about. He only escaped certain death because Kim enacted a plan he didn't know anything about. If he'd known, he would've noted it inside his privately secured database, a computer system G.J. hacked without him ever suspecting a thing.

She'd only become more paranoid about security since going on the run. Wade resolves, he may never ask her about anything directly, that didn't mean he wouldn't still try to decipher whatever else he gleaned from her interaction with other people. Alas, he didn't need much effort to decipher this interaction. He could read between the lines enough to deduce, "Necros is striking back, aren't they, Kim?"

"It isn't a matter of if but when they attack, and who are their targets," Kim clarifies their enemies' objective. She hoped maybe this knowledge would appease Ron's lingering doubts about their mission.

"Okay, I'll play along, Kim. Who or What are their target this time?" He poses the question fueling Ron's misgivings about this whole ordeal. He, too, shared the blonde boy's confusion explaining, "I've ran various scenarios, and their latest tactics don't make any sense".

"Traditional logic alone won't help you unravel these lunatics' plans, Wade," she cautions him against hastily misjudging these people. "You're dealing with psychos, a thousand times more sadistic and demented than Drakken could ever dream possible. As such, their world domination plans are convoluted, tempered with 'twisted logic' while wrapped in a guise of insanity. Believe me, it takes a special type of BAU Behavioral Analyst to even partially decipher these 'jokers' true objective(s)".

Wade cocks his right brow asking with growing concern, "And you understand them?"

Kim nods with a crooked smirk, "I didn't, until I descended into the lowest depths of hell itself. Then, and only then, did I truly understand these twisted bastards' insanity, which drives them to such lengths regardless who gets hurt in the process, convinced they're doing what's best for humanity, as a whole".

Ron discerns the motivation behind this statement. it was meant to set them at ease. She wasn't simply guessing at what these murderers may do next. She'd joined their ranks by assuming Trinity Snow's identity. Alas, it didn't work. Her callousness only makes Wade and him worry more, her parents and brothers, too, Had she gone too deep into this assignment? Had she lost her 'innocence'? Had she been completely swallowed by the darkness? Did her dip in the chemical vat compromise her mind? He'd read Batman comics enough. A chemical deep created the Joker. Was she Mrs. Joker? Only worse?

She'd always been smart and tactful, but never this inexorable, seemingly teetering on the very brink between genius and insanity. Master Sensei always said, 'Stare into depravity long enough, and its lunacy will invade your mind and spoil your soul, too'. Ron couldn't ignore the dreaded question, one no doubt weighing just as damn heavily on her parents' hearts, 'Was that how she now understands the people so well and able to defeat them?'

Kim instinctively reaches out grasping his hands, upon reading his troubling thoughts. She tries to set his heart at ease arguing, "It isn't that hard to predict these people, Ron. They only have a single recourse against us".

Wade instantly knew what she meant. "Monique," he rasps with deep concern, irritated with himself, wondering why he didn't pick up on this threat sooner.

"Now you're wearing your thinking cap, Heart Throb," Kim winks teasingly at him.

Ron gapes between Kim and Wade. He wasn't sure what she meant. But, he knew he didn't like seeing his woman wink at another man, uh, boy.

Wade didn't pay Ron any attention. He discerns the girls had 'discussed' their relationship. Kim and Monique had no doubt compared notes. Wade turns beet-red, embarrassed just imagining what Monique may have shared with her best friend-also his best friend, who was a girl-about his sexuality.

"Don't worry about her, Wade," she rests a reassuring hand upon his right shoulder. "Shego and I will handle the Robinsons. You should track down those behind this madness. Oh, and you'd best have a consolation prize for her, Handsome".

"Oh, no," Wade bewails while burying his head inside his own heads, rolling his head back and forth. Her decisive undertone and pernicious smirk alone told him. She'd already devised a way to save the Ronbinsons. Alas, Monique wouldn't like whatever she had planned. And who would she blame? Her boyfriend. Who else? He didn't see another way. He inquires how he can mitigate the fallout by candidly asking her, "What do you have in mind, Kim?" He prayed it wasn't what he thought.

"Monique's going to be pissed when she gets here," she slaps his back teasingly while also skillfully evading his question, which only made him worry more about whatever she'd cooked up next.

"Why, Kim?" He dreaded this prospect. Monique rarely got mad. But, when she did, she held long grudges. It took her a while to recover. Even he realized, the more details he had, the better he could deal with the fashion diva's mood swings.

"She's going to lose her favorite VW Beetle," Kim names her sacrificial lamb.

"You're gonna destroy her car?" Wade drops his head groaning loudly.

"No choice," Kim shrugs.

"That car is her baby, her pride and joy. She'll be pissed for days, possibly weeks. Isn't there another way? Any other way?" Wade understands what's at stake here. He'd never interfered by outright telling Kim how to handle a mission. He breaks this rule, this one, pleading, 'If there was any other way? Please do it'.

"I'm sorry, Pooh-Bear, I don't see an alternative solution," she leaves the ball in his court. Who's more important? Monique? Or her car?

Wade didn't answer.

His silence aggravates Kim. She never imagined Wade would ever act so damn spineless. "She's your problem, not mine, Wade. Handle your woman," Kim drops the issue and moves on.

"Shego, gather up Gama Rose's body. I'll meet you inside the hangar in 10-minutes".

"Annie, have Necros' sniper in position and ready to execute his target on mark".

"I anticipated your request, simulated Arlin Helion's voice, and have a sniper headed your way. Monique is still at work. She'll get off around 5:30 p.m. MST, and should leave the mall around 6:00 p.m., after filing her managerial paperwork at Club Banana. You can be there about half an hour before quitting time".

"Excellent," Kim preens, turning upon her right heel. She sneers perniciously, "Let's set this game into motion".

Wade and Ron share an uneasy glimpse. Both recognized her sadistic grin and sharp undertone, promising trouble would follow when she left their hangar. Both knew, whatever she had planned, it'd misdirect their enemies while also causing massive destruction, leaving authorities in confusion and picking up the pieces. Kim had become a pro at getting people to do what they least desire, while making them think it's their own idea the whole way. No doubt, this next move will make a big splash in the news.

Kim heads out.

Out Of The Shadows

Club Banana closed around 5:30 p.m., MST, sharp. Monique locks the doors behind her last departing employee. She heads back into her office double-checking today's till against the computer transaction history, and yesterday's recorded earnings. Finding no discrepancies, she bags the cash zipping the cash pouch.

Kim steps outside the shadow. Her shadow falls over her best friend.

Monique starts to turn.

Strong arms slip around her head and neck. Kim applies a triangle choke-hold. Monique suspects she'd being robbed and starts to feverishly struggle with her masked assailant, but she was unable to break his grasp and loses consciousness a few seconds later. Her world goes dark.

Kim rolls her best friend over scanning her head to toe. She hides her unconscious form inside a locked cabinet, in case Necros' stranglers came inside once she'd left the store. Kim hoped they wouldn't find her best friend. She, however, had more pressing concerns at the moment. Necros had no doubt posted people outside the mall, ready to alert their retrieval specialists upon first spotting Monique leaving the entrance.

Who knows when they'd attack? Immediately? At her car? Once she leaves the store? Kim had her suspicions. Alas, it was anyone's guessing game. And she couldn't gamble with her best friend's life. That was why Kim decided to take Monique place, just in case they attacked straightway. Either way, she'd resolved she'd do what they expect but with a twist. Her plan would work best if they allowed her to leave the parking lot.

Kim strips her best friend donning the diva's current outfit, the same outfit they'd scouted her wearing earlier today: a sparkling red Versace solid silk dress with V-neck and open back, contrasting woven shoulder straps, asymmetrical hem, and matching Sergio Rossi cut-out pumps. She felt a little overdressed. Fashion wasn't her thing. She was always too busy training than playing dress up.

Wade had already decked out Monique's little bug. That will make this job a littler easier though still costly. She dons her hard particle holo emitter, which projects her best friend's facade over her own. Her enemies luckily didn't see through her disguise or attack straightway, which probably meant they still wanted to take her alive. Kim climbs into her best friend's VW Beetle. She plugs Annie into the main port usurping the traditional A.I. She turns over the ignition carefully backing out her slot. She puts her car into driver, approaches the exit, before pulling into on-coming traffic.

"She's headed down Main Street and will merge with I-10 in 3-minutes or less, Crossbow".

Crossbow became Necros' unofficial lead assassin, since Gama Rose's betrayal. Keeping this title, of course, hinged upon hing locating and eliminating his former trainer and boss. Kim Possible's friend, Monique Robinson, was simply a necessary step towards accomplishing this ultimate goal.

"Right on schedule," he leers into his rifle's scope, perched inside a wooded area dotting the landscape about 1-1/2-miles from her exit. "Observe but don''t provoke her, or else".

Silver Falcon headed Crossbow's spotter team. Their mission was two-fold. First, locate and mark the target. Second, and most important, coerce the target into their boss' trap without spooking the prey. He'd heard his boss' conversation with the big man. Leaving that 'or else' hanging could only mean one thing. Fail this assignment, and they'd all pay with their lives. It wasn't a question, 'If they died, but in what way and how painful their boss would make their deaths, slow and painful or fast and less painful. This choice hinged around completing this assignment".

"Yes, Sir," he keeps his reply concise, not wishing to rile his boss any worse. Crossbow had become especially testy since his uncertain promotion.

Kim pushes the V.W.'s small engine picking up speed. She takes the exit ramp merging with I-10. She turns the radio wide open blasting 'Through The Fire and Flames' by DragonForce.

Wade worried over Monique's safety. He rebuilt her car installing an A.I. comparable with Annie. Hers wasn't a tank, but still pretty formidable for its size. Annie blacks out the car's windows.

Silver Falcon suspects the worst radioing ahead, "Sir, I think we've been spotted".

"What makes you say that?'

"She started blasting rock music. Now her windows have suddenly gone dark, Sir".

"Acknowledged," Crossbow sees justification for worry. "Switching to Beta plan". He cocks his rifle scouring nearby vehicles on the interstate. A gas tanker was about a mile and quarter ahead his target. He takes point blank aim firing. A .308 round shatters the front windshield perforating the driver's heart. He slumps over dead. His foot jammed tight against the accelerator.

The tanker abruptly picks up speed veering right. An F-350 pickup truck gets wedged against the bridge scraping along its concrete construct aluminum railing. The trapped driver wails louder covering his eyes as concrete grates away his vehicle inch-by-inch. The tanker snags loose and starts to tumble, sending fuel spilling in every direction.

The tanks and pickup burst into flames, tumbling violently across the blacktop. Fiery black smoke rises over the skyline blanketing the bridge. The miasma sweeps in every direction. Approaching drivers slam on their brakes and cut their wheels sharply trying to avoid the inevitable. Alas, most can't

More and more vehicles slam into the fiery obstruction. Miasmas quickly engulf every crippled car, truck, or van. Few drivers have the agility to escape certain death. Most perish, their scream forever silenced amidst unforgiving flames.

Kim hears the rolling explosions, even felt their aftershock, but didn't slow down. She guns the beetle wide open. Its tiny engine whined with exertion. Annie assumes control over the vehicle. Kim swaps places with Gama Rose tapping her hands onto the steering wheel.

"Sir, she isn't stopping".

"We don't need her to stop," Crossbow takes aim firing. A .308 round shatters the front windshield bore into the driver's head. Gama Rose, who was already dead.

The V.W. Beetle breaches the vitriolic cloud. Annie simulates a crash by veering right. The tiny car then ricochets off the bridge. Annie opens the passenger door. Kim activates stealth mode diving outside the passenger seat. She rolls several times over the interstate but comes to rest on her right side witnessing her best friend's car flip several times and slide into the fiery miasma, only amplifying the explosions already encompassing the bridge and surrounding area.

Kim leaps over the bridge onto the street below slipping into the sewers. She slowly makes her way underground for two-blocks. Her Bugatti Vision Grand Turismo cloaked near Harper and Charles Streets. Kim triple taps her kimmunicator. Her Bugatti decloaks and Annie opens the driver's door. She climbs inside, settles behind the wheel, and takes off leaving nothing but rubber.

Friendly Abduction

Kim roars into the mall's parking lot. She screeches into the nearest available space, jumps out, and rushes back into the mall. She uses Monique's keys letting herself inside Club Banana and makes her way towards the manager's office.

Monique came around in her absence. It took several minutes to recall what'd happened. She nearly panicked, initially thinking she'd been robbed. Only, the cash pouch lay safely beside her. She reaches for the phone about to call the police.

Kim bursts inside her best friend's office, "Good. You're awake".

"Who are you?" Monique jumps up backing into the nearest corner.

"Don't worry, Miss Robinson," Kim holds up both hands, still keeping her distance. For now. But, she knew, this couldn't last long. "I have no intentions of harming you".

"Who are you?" She reiterates her first question.

"My name's Trinity Rose," she extends a friendly hand. "Wade sent me".

"Wade Load? My Wade Load? He sent you?" Monique eyes her hand. She didn't move to shake her hand.

"Yes," she reassures her best friend without giving away her true identity. "Now you must come with me immediately. Certain people are heading this way. They want to capture you..."

"...to use as leverage against him?" Monique entertains the possibility. Maybe Wade did send this crazy woman? But why? She still didn't know.

Kim reads her best friend's mind. She addresses Monique's top concern, "I don't know why exactly, only it's somehow tied with that damn blog, Miss Robinson. Now, please come with me, hurry!"

Monique hesitates.

"Don't make me resort to more persuasive measures. I will, if necessary," Kim steps aside and cracks her knuckles, pointing Monique towards the exit.

"Alright," Monique yields with both hands held chest-length. She heads outside the store, only then spotting a mall security guard. She covertly signals him for help, thinking she's been robbed or worse kidnapped. Kim barely catches her signal in time.

"Hey, you..." The security guard goes to warn the masked assailant.

Kim draws her gold plated Silencerco-Osprey .45-ACP handgun. She turns around with blinding speed. The mall cops didn't have time to react. Kim fires without any hesitation. A .45-ACP round leaves her silenced barrel with a faint wisp painting a dot across his forehead. The cop drops immediately, slumped on the floor.

Monique gasps in utter shock, "You shot him! You really killed a cop!" She glares back and forth between dead cop and her abductor.

"Yes. Yes, I did," she plays against her best friend's worst fears. The cop wasn't really dead, only knocked out. "Try anything else stupid and more innocent people will die. Do you understand me, Miss Robinson?"

Monique nods, "Yes". She didn't say a word. Why bother? Her limbs shook with near-paralyzing fear. She doubted her tongue would make a sound even if she dared open her mouth to say something or scream. Who knows how her abductor would react? Kill her? God only knows.

Kim hands her an electromagnetic extractor ordering, "Run that over his head".

Monique glares at the tiny device in bewilderment asking, "What do you expect me to do? CPR is out of the question at this point. He's dead".

"I know," she lets her best friend fear the worst. It'd keep her under control for now. "You're gonna extract my bullet. I can't have cops tracing it back to me".

Monique accepts the device doing as told. The extracted suck the nano-dot round from the sleeping cop's forehead. He'd stay out for 10-20 minutes, tops.

"Good. Now move," Trinity Rose targets Monique point-blank, with the same gun she'd just used to kill a cop, while also waving its gun barrel, directing her attention towards the mall exit.

Annie pulls up outside the front entrance opening the front passenger door.

Monique climbs inside the passenger seat buckling her safety belt.

Kim settles behind the wheel, straps her own safety belt, and mashes the gas, leaving nothing but rubber behind. Her car rear slides sideways leaving more rubber behind. "Annie, get me Shego".

"What'cha need, Princess?" The master thief gruff voice comes through the car's speakers.

"Annie? Princess?" Both names were very familiar. Monique had accompanied Kim on several jobs. She'd heard Kim call her car's A.I., Annie. She'd never heard the green thief call anyone else but her dead best friend, Princess. Monique starts to grow uneasy about what's transpiring right before her own eyes. She was certain she didn't recognize her kidnapper. Plus, Kim would never kill a cop in cold blood, let alone threaten her at gun point. Lastly, Annie was an S.L. Coupe. Not this sporty nightmare from hell.

"Shego, did you get Mr. and Mrs. Robinson to safety already?" Kim leaves Monique to her own thoughts. For now.

"They're roughed up but alive. We're headed back towards the transport now, Princess?"

And there it was again. Her mind racing with greater impossibilities. All doubts, however, dissipate upon hearing Annie's reply, "Kim, I wouldn't go back there. Our transport's under siege".

Kim figured, Dr. Director, Gemini, or one of her many enemies would have the airports under surveillance. Hence, she'd set up an alternate way home ordering, "Detonate the plane, Annie".

"Transmitting detonation code now," Annie broadcasts the signal.

"Kim?" Monique inquires with considerable uncertainty.

"It's me, Moni," Kim reassures her best friend.

"What the devil's going on here? Why all the cloak and dagger? And why'd you shoot a cop?"

"I didn't lie back there. Certain people want you as leverage against us. That cop isn't dead, only asleep. As far as what's going on here, it's just a friendly abduction," Kim teases with a malicious smile.

Monique stares back, not amused one bit by what'd transpired over the last 2-hours. She wasn't sure what exactly happened, how Kim knocked her out so fast. she only knew, her head was still pounding so hard. it sounded like a jack-hammer working away on her brain. And it wouldn't shut up. Not to mention, she was scared out of her whits, thinking she was being abducted by some gun-toting psychopath, who was really her best friend in disguise.

Safety In Number

"Shego, forget the transport," she relays their next rendezvous coordinates. "We'll regroup near Echo-Victor-7".

"Copy that, Princess," Shego guns her 2016 Aston Martin Vanquish heading towards Upperton abandoned air field. A large transport plane sat on runway #3. Shego reaches the airfield within 30 short minutes driving straight aboard their waiting cargo plane. She jumps out without explaining her actions heading for the cockpit.

"What about our daughter?"

"You promised..." Mrs. Robinson seconds her husband's inquiry.

"She's safe with my partner," Shego screams over the plane's roaring engines. The plane jerks into motion slowly picking up speed down the runway. Kim left explicit instructions. Get the Robinsons loaded and that plane airborne immediately. Don't wait on anyone, not even her.

Kim cruises onto the airfield. A herd of cop cars and black sedans bird-dogging their tail. Various caliber Glocks and auto-rifles pelted her car's aft shields.

Monique slides into the floor screaming in bloody terror.

Kim screams in pure exhilaration. Her engine screaming wide open.

"Kim, the plane will reach take off speed in 1-minute and 34-seconds".

Kim curses how fast her enemies located her current position and how easily they'd duped the police and Global Justice into trying to unwittingly foil their assassin's plans. She knew they must reach the plane to survive. "How long until we reach the plan, Annie?"

Annie did some quick calculation replying, "2-minutes and 14-seconds".

Kim pounds her steering wheel berating, "Which means, we won't make it at our current speed".

"No, we won't unless..."

Kim didn't relish this position. Their very survival necessitated she expose an ace in her arsenal. "I know," she ignites her palms channeling her plasma powers into the steering wheel.

Annie absorbs the plasma energizing her reserve power cells.

Kim reluctantly gives the order, "Annie, activate our quantum drive". The convertible lurches ahead, like the Delorean during a time jump. Her vehicle abruptly picks up a burst of speed. her speedometer passing 400-mph and climbing.

Annie deploys thermal explosives behind. The timers count down 3-seconds detonating on cue. All drivers act on instinct, slamming on their brakes and cutting their wheels sharply. Every pursuing squad car comes to a skidding stop. Their engines go dead for no reason. The lead officers climb outside their vehicles observing this driver's utter insanity.

Annie kills the quantum drive autonomically, while deploying her wings and auto-guiding the vehicle aboard the plane, already racing down the runway.

Monique screaming in mortal terror, certain they'd perish long before reaching the plane's 'safety'. She only shuts up and opens her eyes upon feeling the car jerk to a stop.

Kim jumps out and dashes in the back. She slams her right palm over the closing lever. The plane's tail section starts to close, while still picking up speed and rising safely into the air. She approaches Monique's worried parents, "Mr. and Mrs. Robinson, are you two okay?" Trinity Rose inquires about their safety.

Both parents nod, not recognizing the young woman.

Kim removes her contacts, wig, and silicone face.

"Dear God," Mrs. Robinson gasps in shock.

"You're alive?" Mr. Robinson shares his wife's astonishment.

"It's her, Dad," Monique climbs outside the vehicle. Her stomach tied in knot. Monique ready to barf her brains out.

"Monique," her parents rush over embracing their ailing daughter.

Kim makes her way into the cockpit tapping her kimmunicator, "Annie, transmits Monique's I-10 accident unto WXTK Middleton, CBN, and FOX News, then notify Commander Du at Global Justice. He'll surely now want to investigate my death in connection with hers".

Monique instantly forgets about her queasy stomach. Her best friend had dropped one too many bombs tonight. Now, the world thought she was dead, right alongside her best friend. Monique didn't like where this was going. "My what!?" She demands an explanation.

"Sorry, Monique," Kim deliver the worst possible news. "I sacrificed your car, too".

"My baby...!" She starts towards Kim, pissed she'd sacrificed something she'd worked to hard to pay for.

"...to save your family," Kim stresses why she did what she did while backing away. She prayed her best friend would understand and agree her family was more than worth the sacrifice.

Monique abruptly stops cold. She stood in abject silence for the longest-mad, that her best friend destroyed her beloved Beetle. A car she'd bought herself. And yet, she couldn't stay mad forever. She did what she did to save her mom and dad. "You did what's right, Kim. I can always buy another car, but I can't replace my family".

"Glad you feel that way, Moni".

"Message sent, Kim," Annie again interrupts their brief reunion.

"Shego, set course for home base," Kim turns over the plane's controls. Shego was the pilot now.

"Annie, cloak the plane and prepare to move home base again once they land".

Kim gets up to leave the cockpit.

"Where do you think you're going?" Shego stops her cagey partner.

"Don't worry, Shego. I still have one-last pick up". Kim winks and heads out. She didn't take her car this time. Despite being too flashy, police would be searching for any car matching its description. And it did stand out, like a sore thumb.

Monique and her parents watch in bewilderment, as the irascible redhead lowers the cargo door, activates her suit's stealth mode, and leaps out at over 35,000-ft wearing only an oxygen mask. The same door close automatically behind her with a loud thud.

Turning Up The Heat

At G.J. HQ.

Will Du stayed locked inside G.J. CNC. He'd rather be there than anywhere near his boss. Dr. Director had been in a fouler mood than ever, since that Committee Review last week. He wasn't sure what they'd said or demanded which stoked her coals so much. He only knew she'd direct her bitter animosity towards him, for reasons he didn't yet understand.

He'd learnt the hard way. Lately, it was best to avoid her as much as possible. Every subordinate agreed, they pitied whatever idiot was stupid enough to deal with her especially given her shortened fuse. His computer displays a coded message. His eyes widen in mortal terror. Not only was this message allegedly sent by a deceased agent, who-even if alive-shouldn't still have access unto CNC. The sender was Kim Possible.

Will curses the fates. His job require he become this idiot. He must trudge into the lioness' den and deliver the bad news, which he already knew would only put Dr. Director in a worse mood. He briefly looks away, then back towards the screen and re-reads the message, praying silently he'd initially read it wrong. No luck. The tags definitely contained Agent Possible's security clearance.

He no sooner starts towards the exit. A worst nightmare than dealing with his moody boss becomes a living reality, his worst fears possible. Every CNC computer goes wild displaying emergency calls-all centered around a single locale, Middleton Mall and I-10. Will tries to ignore this sinking feeling deep inside the pit of his stomach. Kim Possible was dead, at least officially.

Even he realized how stupid that sounded. Hell, they had a body and everything. And yet, he couldn't ignore its status. Her body shot multiple times and blown to bits. The 'pieces' roasted so severely. They scarcely even resembled human remains any longer. Alas, multiple forensic specialists identified 'these remains' as Kim Possible. It seemed their 'professional identification' settles any uncertainty in his bosses' minds regarding whether Kim Possible was alive or dead. Him? Will didn't share their enthusiasm. He still had doubts about her demise.

His 'doubts' only grow stronger amidst this melee of emergency calls: frantic callers bombarding the same call center with identical woes, reporting an overturned tanker, vehicles backed up for miles, grid-locking I-10 for over 5-miles around Middleton, Colorado, followed by intensive explosions, with concussions strong enough to collapse an entire bridge just past the downtown district.

Will had dealt with Kim Possible family long enough. He'd become quite acquainted with this 'small town'. WMGY-Channel 13, a FOX sister station, was the leading news station in Middleton. In the past, their reporters was on every major scene before their competition. Will hoped they hadn't lost their touch, logging into the company website trolling their latest news coverage.

He instantly loses his stony facade upon uncovering how this I-10 pile-up wasn't an isolated event. His stomach knots harder and worries escalate upon reading how more frantic callers reported a 'masked assailant' abducting a young African American Club Banana employee, possibly in her late teens or early 20s. Will drops his head cursing under his breath.

The media hadn't revealed the 'victim's' name. Alas, Will suspected he already knew her name. Monique Robinson. Kim Possible's best friend. Will starts to question her 'death' more, continuing to read the following story. A mall cop confronted the masked assailant, who promptly pulled out a gun and shot the cop, presumably leaving him for dead. Only, he wasn't dead. She'd used a sedative bullet.

Jamari Murray, the mall cop on duty at the time, verified something else he'd suspected all along. The 'victim's' name was Monique Robinson, senior manager of Club Banana. Will didn't need to read this revelation twice. Officer Murray explained why he confronted this assailant. He initially suspected this assailant broke into Club Banana to rob the young manager. The article continues, first responders initially suspected robbery until noticing critical paperwork and money pouch lying near the unconscious cop.

A CIA marquee pops up below his computer screen. Will eyes the message box reading with piqued interest, "The mall cop was sedated using an experimental military round called a nano-dot bullet'. The box vanished mere seconds later. What troubled him most? Every eyewitness described the kidnapper's getaway car differently, a different make, model, and color, each time.

He'd swear, despite their dissimilarities, the abductor's car matched the one pursued by Upperton PD only minutes later. Their lead officers described a blue and black Bugatti Vision Grand Turismo crashing onto the abandoned Callisto Airways, Landing Strip #3. A transport plane sitting there already fueled and waiting for take-off. This bastard lead police on a high-speed chase, down a dilapidated landing strip he'd already mined with explosives.

Will stops reading and leans back in his chair. He suspected Kim Possible was alive. And she was somehow behind this abduction. Who else would spare that mall cop, or lead police down an abandoned air strip, then detonate her mines in such a way, where it'd deter them from getting any closer, just so no one else would get hurt unnecessarily. Will couldn't prove it. Alas, he suspected Kim Possible was behind this whole ordeal. How does he prove this?

He continues the article, which described how much the whole ordeal had shaken up Upperton PD. Every officer reported how defeated they'd felt upon being forced to climb outside their now crippled, mangled squad cars and watch helplessly as their suspect's plane steadily rose off the runway and disappeared from sight. What's worse, nearby air traffic controllers couldn't even track them on radar. The plane simply vanished without a trace, which seemed to be a recurring them with Kim Possible, her family, and friends here lately.

Will drops his head, again cursing Kim Possible under every baited breath. She'd escaped their boss' insanity. Now, she does God only know what while sending him these 'coded messages' expecting him to brief the lioness. She knew, of course, it was his job. Will couldn't ignore his obligations, no matter how uncomfortable. He summons his remaining courage to leave CNC and make his way towards the lioness' den.

Again, he wasn't sure why he did it. Maybe it was habit?Or maybe he'd gone insane too? He only knew, he'd barged into her office for years without fear. Why should he change now? it'd only rile her more int he long run. And besides, what more could she really do she hadn't already done? Fire him? He'd started to wonder if that wouldn't be a blessing in disguise, maybe. He didn't knock, barging right inside, as usual.

"What do you want?" She shouts, peering daggers his way.

He paled under her sulkiness. But, Will stands his ground, knowing she'd want to hear this. "Director," he clears his throat, "Kim Possible sent me a message".

Dr. Director knew she'd contact her sooner or later. In fact, that was the primary reason she'd been so testy lately. Waiting while bearing the mounting weight of her own growing uncertainties had started to take its toll, wearing down even her iron-clad will. Betty knew Agent Possible was working hard. She simply couldn't quite understand why it was taking so long to report back.

Betty started to seriously worry. Maybe her best junior agent had accidentally blown her own cover, getting herself and her family killed in the process, which only increased her guilt since her superiors forced her into working with the enemy, threatening her job and security clearance. Her compliance costed a little girl her parents. She regret her part in all this.

She'd taken every precaution humanly possible. She'd prayed Team Possible would receive her coded warning and stop Gama Rose before she could kill the Stoppables. Alas, all her efforts proved a fruitless endeavor. Agent Stoppable turned over his badge and fled to Japan, immediately following his partner's alleged death, unknowingly leaving the task to save his parents and sister in Agent Possible's hands, alone. She tried, and tried hard, alas, she failed. Betty honesty wasn't sure how else she could've handled this problem any better than she already had.

Her mentor always warned, 'Don't get caught up in the past. Mistakes are mistakes. We all make them. Don't be crushed by your mistakes. Learn from them. Only then can you overcome your past'. Betty knew he was right. She could only move forward from here. Her bosses were up to something. But, what? She didn't know, only whatever their plans, she was their patsy.

"Don't be idiotic," she thunders, slamming her fists against her desk! "Agent Possible is dead, Commander! And the dead don't speak!"

The lone message pops back up on his computer. "Ma'am, I'm not so sure anymore. This message came across my screen twice already," he turns around his laptop.

An Unsettling Possibility

"I don't believe this nonsense," she shoves the computer aside with a condescending snort. "I mean, even if still alive by some miracle, how could Agent Possible possibly use our networks? IT wiped her access codes shortly after confirming her death".

"Apparently not, Director," he shrugs, letting her make up her own mind.

"It must be a fake. My people aren't this incompetent," she shakes her head disapprovingly.

Will understands her reluctance to accept what's blatantly staring into their faces, challenging her lingering doubts with a single question, "Who else could it be?"

"I don't know," she feigns uncertainty, as if ready to cave under their mutually mounting uncertainties. Dr. Director turns back towards the small computer screen, eyeing the peculiar message, again, as if at least being open minded enough to consider the distinct possibility, though still not convinced about its authenticity. She knew this message only confirms what she'd known all along.

Alas, she couldn't openly share her suspicions. Her bosses and peers believed Agent Possible was dead. Her contradicting them would only give them more ammo to call her 'sanity' into question, maybe even having her removed from office. Who knows what will happened if that happens? She does what she can by naming a 'logical' suspect, who could be behind this 'hoax,' enjoining Will to prove or disprove her theory.

Dr. Director takes one last drag squashing her cigarette. She'd only started lately to ease her frayed nerves. She, then, shoves the ashtray aside proposing, "Do you think Wade Load could've somehow breached our network protocols and reactivated her account to deliver this 'evidence,' trying in some way to honor his fallen friend's memory, Commander?"

Will didn't answer, immediately. He gives her proposal some consideration. She'd brought up a possible point he hadn't yet considered. After some though, however, he easily discredits this theory counter-arguing, "I don't think it was him, Ma'am".

His deduction surprises her. Dr. Director expected it'd take him a while to discredit their lead suspect. "And why not?"

Will didn't hesitate one second. He'd anticipated this very question and had an answer ready, "First off, as you know, Wade Load was anti-social. He seldom left his bedroom, preferring to interact with the outside world through his electronics. Second, our cyber-security division hasn't closely monitored his 'online circle of friends,' since he ghosted a couple of months back.

We've also monitored the dark and black webs. Our cyber security specialists haven't intercepted any chattering even hinting at him being active again. For all intents and purposes, Oracle is dead or simple inactive. Then, again, he could've set up a new 'hacker profile,' one we haven't discovered yet. On a positive note, I believe this stalemate may chance very shortly".

His cryptic closing remark sparks her interests. Dr. Director turns back towards him demanding, short and concise, "Why?"

Again, Will didn't delay, having an informative answer ready, "Japanese customs documented Agent Stoppable leaving the country, yesterday. He's back in the field, probably heading back towards the states. I'll bet he's investigating his parents' murders and little sister's kidnapping".

'Oh, yea, that's what any normal person would do. Alas, Possible and Stoppable weren't 'normal'. That's what made them so damn valuable in their jobs. Their ability to do what their enemies consider impossible, in a way they least expect, was what contributed to their team's success. "Oh, I don't doubt that one bit," she recoils over him reminding her so bluntly about the little girl's predicament.

"Third," Will ignores her irate reaction, never suspecting Stoppable may be hunting his boss as well, "neighbors positively identified Shego and Trinity Rose comforting Gama Rose and several armed assailants outside the Stoppables' rented house, back in Middleton. I suspect Shego and Trinity Rose kidnapped Hana Stoppable, Agent Stoppable's little sister. Lastly, there's this," he plays WMGY-Channel 13's news coverage of the I-10 pile-up.

Dr. Director observes a minute or two preceding the pile-up. A gas tanker's front, right driver side tire literally explodes, spewing rubber in every direction. The large rim drops down dragging along the asphalt, kicking up dust, rock, sparks, and other debris. The driver was going so fast. He couldn't retain control over his vehicle. The tractor careens left while its trail pivots right, causing the tractor and trailer to jackknife and flip over numerous times.

The rig slides into on-coming traffic. The asphalt's rough texture easily peels back the tanker's shielding. Combustibles start to seep through its cracks. Sparks along the asphalt easily ignite the volatile residue permeating the crash site. The tanker almost immediately explodes, sending violent concussion in every direction. Drivers slam on brakes and cut their wheels sharply, while laying on their horns, little good their efforts did.

Most drivers couldn't avoid certain death. Drivers and passengers alike cover their eyes screaming helplessly as their vehicles slide uncontrollably into the fiery depths of hell itself. Each new vehicle engulfed within seconds, giving its occupants no time to escape, before calloused flames breach their gas tank causing each vehicle to explode as well, only increasing this pile-up devastating yield.

Just then, a V.W. Beetle appears on screen. The windows tinted so dark. No one could identify the driver. it became increasingly obvious the driver saw the melee ahead. Alas, she chose to stop. instead, she gunned the car's engine racing towards the fiery wreckage. A sniper shot echoes over the distance like thunder, as a unidentified round shatters the V.W.'s front windshield. The cameraman zooms in closer. He still couldn't make out the driver, now slumped over the steering wheel and presumably dead.

Dr. Director recognized this car. One question topped her list, "Is Agent Possible's friend alive? Or dead, Commander?"

Will couldn't answer her question with absolute certainty. He dreaded to share this bad news. He could only offer, "Medical authorities are uncertain about the driver's exactly identity at this time, Director".

"What do we know, Commander?" Dr. Director tempers her outrage, seeing the car get mid-way across the bridge before careening right and plowing into the tanker, mere seconds before the whole bridge collapses, dumping tons of debris atop the car's occupant and killing other motorists, too.

Will knew what she suspected. Monique Robinson was dead. Who could survive such a horrific accident? He doubted event he queen of the impossible could. Alas, that was another story. "Simply this," he states with absolute authority. "If she's dead, Miss Robinson didn't die during that crash".

Dr. Director stares between him and the computer screen, back and forth, several times. Mind racked with more questions than answers. A single thought permeating his mind. Agent Possible always pulled off the impossible. Maybe her friend could too. Agent Possible admitted she'd started to train the fashion diva, some. Then, again, her right-hand man wasn't thorough at his job.

He didn't half do anything. Commander Du knew she was a perfectionist. She demanded the same level of commitment. And he'd never slacked off since Day #1. She respected his job ethics enough to entertain the possibility. If he was so sure, maybe he had some proof Miss Robinson didn't perish inside that I-10 crash? Either way, she resolves to hold her judgment until she'd heard his evidence asking, "How are you so sure she didn't perish in that crash, Commander?"

"This," he brings up another WMGY-Channel 13 report, from outside Middleton Mall.

Dr. Director watches this latest news footage. "Hot damn," she whistles aloud, seeing a mask assailant shoot but only sedating a mall cop. A kidnapper sparing a cop's life aroused her suspicions more. She couldn't help but ask the obvious question, "If Trinity Rose was this masked assailant, and she kidnapped Agent Possible's best friend, who supposedly perished inside that crash?"

"I don't know...for sure," Will shrugs without a clue.

She'd know him long enough. His tone and elongated pause assured her about one thing. He may not know this assailant's identity. He at least had a promising suspect in mind. Alas, if he suspected the same person she did, then he suspecting that naming her would only intensify the dissension among their ranks while also straining their inter-agency relations within the intelligence community. That's why, like her, he'd kept his mouth shut so far.

Dr. Director didn't fault him. She knew that's what she'd done this whole time as well. She tries to ease their tension by asking him point-blank, "I know the corner hasn't positively identified these remains yet. Do you have any speculations about whose remains we'll find inside this car, Commander?"

Commander Du sighs heavily. He'd dreaded she might put him on the spot, like this. He couldn't deny what she already suspected he knew. He comes clean admitting openly, "Let me state with absolute certain. I believe Kim Possible is alive. If I'm right, Gama Rose could've take Miss Robinson hostage to draw her irascible redhead opponent back into the open. Only, Agent Possible could've anticipated her rival's next move. She, then, retaliated by..."

He wasn't far off the mark. Commander Du surmised what she'd suspected for so long. Alas, she couldn't readily admit this. It'd arouse his suspicions too much, possibly even implicate hers and her bosses' roles behind the Stoppables' deaths. "You can't be serious," she scoffs over the very idea. "First, she's alive. Now,s he's on this homicidal vendetta".

He understands her reluctance. They've been under so much scrutiny lately. Their bosses believe Agent Possible is dead, firmly. And they refused to budge. She's afraid, if she bucks them, it'd only give her political rivals enough clout to revoke her chair. "I'm dead serious," his conviction doesn't waver one inch.

Again, she could be so obstinate, that he starts to suspect her. Other words, he could join her rivals in having her removed from office. Dr. Director retains an open mind enough to ask him candidly, "What makes you suspect she's behind all this, Commander?"

She didn't buy his argument. Even so, he realized he'd still cleared one hurdle. At least she didn't simply shut him down like so many times in the past. Will lays out his case reasoning, "Agent Possible favored 150-grain .308 full-metal-jacket (FMJ) rounds during her advanced G.J. tactical training. Give our forensic tech enough time, I'll bet my pension and security clearance they'll uncover a 150-grain .308 full-metal-jacket (FMJ) round inside the tanker's driver side tire and the beetle's driver.

And besides, how can we so easily forget another loose end? Dr. Weizmann, G.J.'s chief medical examiner, thorough examined the remains we recovered near Mount Middleton, where Agent Possible allegedly perished. Even he warned, though. He couldn't be 100% positive about his own identification. The body-he was careful not to call it her body-was shot full of so many wholes, also blown to bits and charred beyond recognition, when she triggered her own vehicle.

its eyeballs, skin cells, bodily fluids, all blood, and bone marrow were all gone. Teeth pulverized into fine powder. Our CSI teams spent weeks sorting through the carnage separating human body parts from the debris, then had to decide what body parts belonged to what dismembered body. Dr. Weizmann made his identification base on the corpse's approximate height, weight, build, and personal affects. Interestingly, he also notes how the body sustained more trauma than you'd expect even during such a violent attack.

Of course, our bosses reasoned this away, arguing she'd had multiple confrontations, like outside Bueno Nacho, before meeting her end near Mount Middleton. Again, I must admit this is entire possible but highly improbable. Surveillance video and eyewitness testimony confirms Boyd didn't touch her nor did a single round strike her person. Rather, I suspect, Agent Possible faked her death and has been working unsupervised this whole time, Director".

Dr. Director wanted but couldn't refute his postulation. Possible did favor .308, 150-grain FMJ rounds. And, yes, she had been operating outside the law, this whole time. "You believe Trinity Rose retaliated over Kim Possible killing her sister".

Will nods, enjoining her, "Can you think of a better reason behind this madness, Ma'am?"

Truth was, she couldn't. Like him, she still had more questions than answers. And the questions only continued to mount with each passing day. Like, what would Agent Possible fake her death? Why would she? And, more importantly, how would she take out a trained assassin so easily? Wouldn't a trained assassin be outside her current skill set? Whats he end-game once she's avenged the Stoppables?

Dr. Director, of course, couldn't admit this openly. Her people expected her to have all the answers. If she didn't know something, she at least knew where they could go to uncover whatever they needed to know. Yet, she couldn't play down this situation. She must admit the truth. Feigning knowledge would only alienate more people.

"I'm afraid I cannot answer your questions, at this time, Commander," she shrugs in defeat.

Will notices her subtle gesture. And it'd taken him off-guard. She'd never been one to openly display a perceived weakness. For now, he lets this slide, bringing this 'briefing' back in line cajoling, "I can see why. I mean, I doubt anyone can possibly understand this madness, at least not until we consider it from the correct perspective".

Dr. Director arches her right brow asking condescendingly, "And I suppose you know this 'right perspective?"

Will doesn't feign knowing more than he does only promising, "Yes, I do".

"How?" She eyes him with growing animosity again.

"I've learnt the hard way, Director," he lays out what he does know. "A single question can bring all of our uncertainties into 'proper perspective,' explaining these seeming discrepancies in every case involving Trinity Rose, Gama Rose, Agent Possible, Agent Stoppable, and their families".

Again, he exceeds her expectations. She had no choice but ask the inevitable, "And what question is that, Commander?"

He didn't disappoint her reasoning, "We already know Trinity Rose kidnapped Kim Possible's family a while back, as proven by the video outside the Stoppables' rented residence. And yet, that didn't stop Agent Possible from killing Gama Rose, possibly even collecting the bounty over her head. We still don't know. Trinity Rose is a smart and resourceful young woman. She wouldn't have this far otherwise. Why would she think kidnapping Agent Possible's best friend would give her any better leverage against the irascible redhead when she clearly didn't value her own family's lives over her thirst for vengeance?"

Dr. Director thinks fast, theoretically explaining this assailant's actions, but without yet openly admitting that she, too, believes Kim Possible is behind this madness reasoning, "Agent Possible could've assumed her family was already dead. So, why worry about them now? Monique's only been in custody for mere hours. She's probably still alive and better leverage against Agent Possible".

"Maybe so, Ma'am," he entertains the possibility. Several minutes pass. He simply stood there in utter silence. He eventually breaks their stalemate discrediting her theory arguing, "I seriously doubt this, Ma'am. I can't explain it. I don't have any direct evidence. But, I've worked with Possible and Stoppable long enough to get a feel about what they might do next under these extenuating circumstances. I get the distinct impression. Agents Possible, Stoppable, and Load want revenge. I'll bet they're planning to retaliate against Grimmorea and Necros' entire criminal networks, Director".

"Impressive analytical skills, Commander, but here's a far more pertinent question you should be asking yourself but are overlooking," Dr. Director reveals how she'd already considered this possibility. She couldn't let a student surpass his teacher. She puts him in his place by offering some helpful insight, which he'd overlooked so far.

"Oh, and what would that be, Director?" Will was all ears. He realized then her mood swings were a ploy. She'd played more unhinged than she really was. Even he wasn't sure why, but knew, there must be a good reason.

Dr. Director brings this case into better focus by asking him directly, "We know Trinity Rose hated her sister. What if these kidnappings aren't a deterrent but extra motivation?"

Her logic impressed even him. She'd explored an angle even he'd never considered. He explores this possibility deducing, "You suspect Agent Possible and Trinity Rose are working together".

"Exactly," Dr. Director snaps her fingers.

"Interesting alternate scenario," Will Du extols her theory over his own. He couldn't upstage his boss again, or his career's over. "Your theory fits the existing evidence better than mine. And if right, it'd surely change this case's dynamics".

"Yes, yes, it would," she revels in his adulation momentarily, but brings things back to perspective. "These theories sound promising and explain much. Sadly, though, they're essentially still nothing more than educated speculation. Get busy, Commander, we must uncover the truth, if we have any hope of stopping Team Possible, before they ignite another Tong War or worse".

"Agreed, Director," he shared her concerns. "Team Possible's effective in their field. Even they can't take the entire underworld".

"Given," Dr. Director swivels her chair staring outside her office window.

He'd worked here long enough. Will Du knew he'd been dismissed, subtly.