Authors Note: So I was inspired to write a story where I could take a really minor character and turn it into a main one. Luckily Camille is so one-dimensional in the show that it leaves me with a lot of room to expand her character.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible.

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"The greatest harm can result from the best intentions."

~Wizard's Second Rule

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Spring break had been wonderful. It was a week of relaxation, a week of no worries. There was no waking up early, no homework, and none of the baggage that came with going to Middleton High School. But it was over now. The harsh realities of being back in class had hit him hard. Quite literally too.

"Heads up Stoppable!" a voice shouted.

Too little too late.

Ron rubbed the back of his head after an errant basketball had smacked into it. But he knew it was no accident. He turned to see a group of the more athletic boys sniggering at what had just happened. P.E. class used to be enjoyable for the teen. Those were simpler times, before the food chain. But now that he was in high school he no longer enjoyed the class. Most days it was a struggle to survive without being humiliated.

In this period juniors and seniors of both genders were inside the gymnasium playing basketball. The girls had one half of the court, and the boys the other. Unfortunately for Ron that meant he was apart from Kim. While she was busy thriving in the competition on the other side of the gym, Ron was just trying not to let his team down.

"Stoppable! Don't just stand there!" one of the boys yelled.

"What, it's not like he could actually make a difference," another said.

Ron moved close to the basket to guard his opponent. But things changed quickly when his team stole the ball. Out of nowhere it was passed his way. He caught it with both hands and attempted a layup. The shot didn't fall in, and the rebound was taken by his opponent.

"Smooth," one of his teammates said. It was none other than the star quarterback Brick Flagg.

Ron looked at the older boy who had a look of frustration on his face.

"Who passed to him?" Brick asked to no one in particular.

"Me," another said. "He was right next to the basket…" he said in his defense.

"Yeah, but it's Stoppable. You never give the ball to him. Ever."

Ron felt his heart sink at these words. He didn't know why though. This is how it had been for a while now. He didn't understand why he still thought there was a chance he could be accepted and treated well by the popular kids. Kim and a handful of others were the only ones who truly accepted him.

The P.E. teacher blew a whistle and announced that it was time to go back to the locker rooms and change before they went to their next classes. On the way to their locker room doors Ron received a tiny shove from one of his classmates. It didn't go unnoticed by Kim, who was passing by to go to the girl's locker room.

"Hey!" she called out to the boy.

Ron along with the group he was in the middle of stopped and looked back at Kim.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked him. "Apologize to Ron now," she ordered.

Most of the group looked at the boy in anticipation of his next move. Ron on the other hand just looked to the floor.

"Whatever," the boy said. "Sorry Stoppable," he laughed.

The insincerity didn't go unnoticed by anyone, but there was nothing Kim or Ron could do about it. The boys once more began walking toward the door. Kim stood there for a moment before she too went off to go change.

Ron reached his gym locker and worked the lock combination to get it open so he could change. As he was doing so he felt a crumpled piece of paper impact on the side of his head. It didn't hurt, but the surprise made him move his hand to his head. He looked around to see the source of the aggression. He saw it was Brick and the other boys who had been mocking him.

"So how does it feel to have to be defended by a girl?" the jock asked.

"Loser," the boy who had 'apologized' added.

They shared a laugh as Ron ignored them and began gathering his clothes so he could change.

"Nothing to say?" Brick asked. "Can't you ever stand up for yourself? Do you really have to rely on Possible to defend you?"

"Just go away Brick." Ron finally told him.

"Why?"

"Dude, just stop."

"Make me."

"Get out of my face you jerk!" Ron finally said, raising his voice a bit.

"What did you just say?"

Ron didn't answer. Brick walked up to him and slugged him in the nose. Ron fell back against the lockers clutching his face. Most of the boys in the room laughed before they finished changing and left.

Ron stood and looked at his crimson colored hand. While his nose wasn't badly injured, it was still bleeding.

"Hey," he heard a voice say to him from his side.

Ron turned to see another senior, Josh Mankey. The art enthusiast bent down and picked up the clothes that Ron had dropped when he had been struck. He stacked them up on the bench in front of the lockers.

"Those guys are jerks," Josh said.

"Yeah," Ron agreed.

"You need any help?"

"Nah. I just gotta clean myself up and change. But thanks for picking up my stuff."

"No problem man," Josh smiled weakly.

Ron sighed.

"You're so lucky to be getting out of this place in a few months."

Josh shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess," he said. "There are a few parts I'll miss, but not enough to want to stay another year. I'm really excited about going to college."

"I don't know how I'll manage another year of this."

"Keep your head up Ron. Just remember next year you'll be a senior. No one to push you around, no one to answer to. Well except Barkin," he added with a smirk.

This broke Ron's gloom as he too managed a smile. Josh's words were true. All he had to do was survive until the end of junior year. Then when he came back he would be a senior. This would give him automatic respect from the younger students.

"Yeah, you're right," Ron agreed. "Thanks for that Josh. You should get going. Don't want to be late for class."

Josh nodded before he turned to leave.

"See ya Ron."

"Later."

Josh left the locker room leaving Ron alone with his thoughts. He went to the bathroom and stood over the sink. He let the water run for a few seconds to get warm before he began to wash his hands of the blood. When this was finished he cupped his hands and washed off his face. Luckily the bleeding had stopped by now. Taking a few rough brown paper towels from the dispenser, he dried off his hands and face. He then looked in the mirror and saw that he was cleansed of the blood. He frowned as he heard the bell ring. He hadn't even changed yet. There was no way he was going to make it to his next period on time.

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This was so not good. The second bell had rung about two minutes ago. Ron was late for his American history class. Normally being late wasn't that much of a worry. It took a few times of being late to get detention. But not in this class. Not with Mr. Barkin. With him it was one strike and you were out. In fact, you didn't even have to be late to get detention or extra homework from him. All it took was a funny look. Ron knew about that all too well.

He rushed through the halls to get to the classroom but didn't exactly know why. He was getting in trouble either way. It was either going to be detention or extra homework. Why should he hurry? At this point it wouldn't make a difference if he was two minutes late or ten minutes. Still though, he at least wanted to make the impression that he was trying. Intent is an important thing.

He opened the door to the classroom and entered quickly. The students all looked in his direction at the sight of the opening door. As Ron made his way to his desk, he was stopped by the voice of Mr. Barkin.

"Mr. Stoppable," the gruff voice said. "You're late."

"Sorry Mr. B," Ron said. "I had to clean up after P.E," he said truthfully.

"They give you time to do that before the period ends. It shouldn't take you this long. The locker room is not a spa."

A few tiny laughs came from the seated students, but these were immediately quelled by the stern gaze of their teacher.

"Extra homework," Mr. Barkin said. "You know the drill."

"Yeah. I know," Ron sighed.

"Good. Now take a seat."

Ron walked to his desk and sat down. Kim was seated to his right with Monique sitting directly behind her.

"You okay Ron?" Kim asked. The concerned expression on her face told him she was thinking about what had happened at the end of P.E.

"Yeah, I'm okay."

She knew he was lying. But now wasn't the time or the place to delve further into it.

"Listen up people," Mr. Barkin said. "We have a new student joining us today. Ms. Leon, would you mind coming to the front of the class and telling us a few things about yourself?"

A tanned blonde girl stood up from her seat in the back row and walked up to stand in front of the class.

"Is that…?" Monique gasped.

"I think it is!" Ron added with awe of his own.

"That's Camille Leon!"

"Heiress to the vast Meowtime Cat Food fortune!"

"A real life celebrity in our own school!"

Kim looked at Monique with a frustrated frown upon her lips.

"Oh I mean, uh, you're a celebrity too Kim. But this is Camille Leon!" she rationalized.

"Point taken. So what's she doing in Middleton?" Kim wondered.

The blonde nonchalantly flipped her hair behind her head.

"Okay so like, my name's Camille," she said casually. "I just moved here from New York. And before that I was in Paris, and so on. I travel a lot. It comes with being like, obscenely rich and stuff."

There was a collective "oooohhh" from the class upon hearing the girl speak.

"So yeah, I'm eighteen, a senior, and I can't understand why my parents moved to this little hick town." She continued. "I mean come on. This place is like, so ghetto. The stuff in that place you call a mall is so last year. And you don't even have-"

"Okay, that's all we need Ms. Leon," Mr. Barkin said cutting her off. "Please take your seat."

"Whatever," Camille said as she sat back down.

There was a murmur in the classroom as the students discussed what had just taken place.

"Can you believe her?" Kim asked in disbelief.

"That girl has some major ego issues," Monique said.

"Reminds me of someone else…" Ron added.

In the seat to the right of Camille, Bonnie sat as she looked at the new girl with unmistakable admiration.

"You're like, so amazing…" the brunette trailed off.

"Yeah, I know," Camille said as she looked at herself with a compact mirror she had produced from her purse.

"Want to sit with me and my friends at lunch?" Bonnie asked. "We're at the very top of the food chain. And I'm pretty much the queen of this school," she bragged.

Camille continued to admire her reflection and didn't respond.

"Camille?"

"Oh, sorry," the wealthy young woman said. "I was busy. Now what did you want?"

For the first time she could remember, Bonnie felt socially uncomfortable.

"I just was wondering…" she said uneasily. "If you would want to sit with me and my friends at lunch today."

Camille looked Bonnie up and down as if examining her to see if the brunette was worthy of her attention. The seconds seemed like hours for Middleton High's queen bee.

"Sure, why not," the blonde finally answered.

Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief as it felt like a weight had been removed from her shoulders.

"Great!" she said as she regained her confidence.

"Ms. Rockwaller, Ms. Leon, this is not the time for socializing!" Mr. Barkin snapped.

Bonnie had been through this enough times and immediately turned her attention to the front of the classroom. Camille on the other hand just casually turned to look at her teacher. She looked back down into the contents of her purse as soon as the man turned his back to the class to begin writing on the board.

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Study hall was a wonderful idea. Ron thanked the person who had thought of it. It was a time he could relax. A time to get away from Mr. Barkin and various other teachers. It was also the only class he didn't share with Kim this year. She had decided not to take a study hall so she could get more of her classes finished. In fact, Ron couldn't remember if Kim had ever taken a study hall in her high school career. It wouldn't surprise him if she didn't though. She was driven to excel.

Sometimes he did some of the overwhelming amount of homework he had received from Mr. Barkin. Considering he had received some just last period, he decided now was as good of a time as any to do it. Early 1900s American history wasn't exactly what he would call interesting. In fact Ron couldn't think of any period of history that he found interesting. But it had to be done.

He was happy he was in the library. Normally study hall took place in a classroom, but students were free to go to the library for the period as long as they had permission to do so. It was a much more pleasant place to be. Not only was it quiet, but he got to sit at a table and in a comfortable chair while he did his work. It was also fairly desolate, as not many people wanted to be around the librarian, Ms. Hatchet. But since Ron never took an interest in checking out books she never had a reason to bother him. It all worked out perfectly.

He got out his textbook and the papers he had been given. He began reading as he played with a pen in his right hand. After a few seconds he turned to the work and began to write down some answers. He did this until he saw a shadow form on the table and looked up to find a girl standing in front of him.

"What's up?" Ron asked her.

"Oh… hi," the black haired girl said meekly. "My name's Jill. I was just wondering if you could help me out."

"Of course," Ron said proudly. "The Ron-man is always here to help. Especially the ladies."

"There's this book over there on the top shelf," she said pointing off to the side. "I can't reach it. I was wondering if you could get it for me."

Ron stood with a smile on his face.

"Of course I'll help you. I'm all about helping people out. That's why Kim and me do what we do."

Ron and Jill went over to the shelf and he was barely able to reach the book standing on his toes. After bringing it down he looked at the title.

"The Complete Works of William Shakespeare?" he asked aloud. He looked up and gazed into her blue eyes. "You actually read this stuff?"

"Yeah… it's kinda a hobby of mine. That probably sounds stupid."

Ron laughed out loud, perhaps a little too loud as he earned a "shush" from Ms. Hatchet.

"I'm the last person who would judge you for stupid hobbies. You should hear all the stupid and crazy things I've done over the past three years."

"I'd like that," she said.

Ron was taken aback by not only her interest, but her friendliness.

"Wait, what?" he asked.

"I'm new and I don't know anyone here. So I want to make all the friends I can."

"Oh. No wonder I didn't recognize you. What year are you?"

"Sophomore."

"Ah, sophomore year," Ron said as he began to reminisce. "The talent show… man I was good."

"Talent show?"

"Long story."

"I've got time."

"Alright then. Well see, it all started when Bonnie Rockwaller was bragging about how she was going to win…"

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The stench of mystery meat hung in the air of the cafeteria. Those lucky enough to have brought bagged lunches with them were spared the horrors of the slimy gray substance loosely classified as meat. However, there were many unfortunate students who had to ingest the foul food. Though how many actually did so was up for debate. Many of the students only ate it if they were being paid by their classmates to do so, or upon a dare. Few were bold enough to do so on a dare alone, so most times money did exchange hands.

The reigning monarch of the school sat at her table surrounded by her court of cheerleaders. Of course one exception to the group was Kim, who sat with her own circle of close friends. Anyone was free to sit with Kim and her friends, and many times that's exactly what happened. But this was not the case with Bonnie. She guarded her exclusive table viciously. Politics and intrigue were common things at her table during the lunch period as the cheerleaders debated on who was worthy to join their clique. Today however was an almost unheard of exception. It wasn't every day that a world famous celebrity joined the ranks of Middleton High School.

Camille sat at the table with her phone in one hand and a diet soda in the other. She was rapidly hitting the buttons and sending text messages to people at an incredible pace. The girls sat there enamored as they stared at her. She took another sip of her drink and realized it was empty. She took her attention off her phone for a moment as she looked at the can, and then at the girls who surrounded her.

"Who wants to get me another soda?"

Not a second passed before each girl raised their hand and began begging to be the one to go to the vending machine. Camille sighed and randomly pointed at one of them who turned out to be the blonde junior named Jessica.

"You'll do," Camille told her. "Diet Coke."

Jessica squealed with excitement as she stood and rushed off to go to the vending machine.

The new girl flipped her phone shut and looked over the cheerleaders sitting with her.

"So like, what's up with this place?" she asked to no one in particular.

"What do you mean?" one of the cheerleaders asked.

"Why are there so many rules and stuff? Who do these people think they are to tell me what to do?"

"I know!" Bonnie sucked up. "These teachers think they're so great and important. Probably some superiority complex because they got picked on by all the popular kids when they were in high school."

The girls looked at Camille to see if she agreed.

"Yeah, probably," she scoffed.

Upon hearing this the rest of the girls all chimed in saying how they were totally with her.

"So Camille, what's it like to be so rich?" Bonnie wondered.

"Oh you know, the usual," she said. "Being the heiress to a multi-million dollar corporation is like, so stressful. It's so hard to be me."

The girls audibly expressed their sadness for their new-found wealthy friend when they heard this.

"You're always in the headlines and on magazine covers, and even reality TV shows!" Marcella exclaimed. "How do you look so good for it all?"

Camille laughed at the question.

"Oh please, like I have to work to maintain this?" she said referring to her good looks.

"I didn't mean anything bad by-"

Camille ignored the apology and started talking again.

"This place is like, so depressing. Haven't they ever heard of an interior decorator? These walls, this furniture, so gross. And where's that chick with my soda?"

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As the top of the food chain continued to suck up to the celebrity, Kim, Ron and Monique sat at their own table and looked on at the conversation. They weren't alone however, as Felix too had joined them for lunch along with a couple of other kids.

"Honestly, is there no depth to which they won't sink?" Felix wondered.

"I would say I'm surprised, but I don't think Bonnie could ever surprise me with her shallowness," Kim said.

"That girl's butt isn't big enough for them all to kiss at once," Monique commented.

"Maybe we can watch them fight over who goes first," Felix added.

"Yeah, we can set up a ring in the gym and sell tickets. Give them some steel chairs and they would put Pain King and Steel Toe to shame."

The teens laughed at the image of the cheerleaders fighting over such a prize.

"So Ron, is everything okay with you?" Kim wondered.

"Yeah, what do you mean?" He asked.

"Well, you were late to history class today. And you know you can never be late to one of Barkin's classes."

"Oh that," he said hesitantly. "Uh, it just took me a bit longer to change, that's all."

"Did those guys give you trouble in the locker room?"

"Kim can we not…"

"No Ron, this is serious. You have to tell a teacher about this."

"And ruin my reputation even more?" he asked.

"What do you mean, 'even more'?"

Ron thought for a moment about his words, as he knew that he had to choose them carefully.

"Look Kim, I know that you're just trying to help me… but you can't go around defending me like that," he explained.

"What are you talking about Ron? I'm your friend. What am I supposed to do, ignore it?"

"Yes!" he said a bit too loudly. "No, I mean, I don't know Kim. I'm sorry, I know that your intentions are good and all, but you have to look at it from a guy's point of view."

"And what's a guy's point of view?"

"Like, I can't have someone fighting my battles for me. Especially a girl."

"He's right Kim," Monique said.

Hearing Monique side with him surprised Kim.

"He's what?"

"It's a stupid guy thing. A guy has to stand up and fight his own battles. He can't hide behind someone, especially a girl. If he does, well… you don't want to know what kind of names they'll call him."

Kim looked over at Felix for a confirmation.

"It's true Kim," he agreed.

Kim looked down at the table dejectedly. It wasn't fair. Ron was her best friend. When someone picked on him she should be able to have his back. She knew that if she was a guy and the circumstances were the same that there would be no problem with standing at Ron's side. It was a stupid double standard. But even so, it was part of the society they lived in.

"I guess you're right," Kim admitted. "I'm sorry Ron. I never meant to embarrass you or anything. I just wanted to help you. You're my best friend."

Ron smiled and put a hand on Kim's shoulder.

"No big Kim. I know that you were just trying to help. But I need to do this my way."

Kim didn't know what his way was, but it would have to do.

"Okay. Just… just tell a teacher or something. There's no reason you should have to go through any of that stuff."

"I know."

With that topic resolved, the group changed the subject and began talking about something a bit more uplifting. Luckily for all of them, mocking the table of cheerleaders was something that everyone found to be enjoyable.

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Jessica had since returned to the table with the can of Diet Coke. Camille thanked her for it, which sent the other blonde girl's spirit soaring. As far as she knew she was getting closer with the famous heiress.

Most of the conversation was dominated by Bonnie and Camille. It almost seemed as if there was a covert battle raging to determine who would be the dominant female at the top of the food chain. Bonnie was keeping her cool and doing a marvelous job of maintaining her position. But there were two things that Camille had that she didn't: wealth and fame. Of course, Bonnie came from a relatively wealthy family, but they were nowhere near the level that the Leon family was on. The fact that her face was instantly recognizable due to her reality TV appearances gave Camille the same amount of exposure to the student population that Bonnie had.

At the moment Bonnie was giving Camille a little tour of people and cliques in the cafeteria.

"So that table right there, art freaks," she said pointing at one of the tables. "Except for Josh Mankey. He is so cool," she added.

Camille just nodded.

"And there, jocks," Bonnie said. "And the big guy with blonde hair is Brick Flagg, captain of the football team, and my boyfriend."

Camille looked as Brick smashed an empty soda can on his forehead and crushed it. The other jocks cheered wildly at the "impressive" feat.

"And them…" Bonnie said with a hint of disgust. "Those people are total losers," she said referring to the table Kim and Ron were at.

"I thought that redhead was like, Kim Possible," Camille said.

"Yeah, she's a freak. And her best friend Ron Stoppable is worse."

"The others?"

"They aren't as bad. But if they hang out with Possible and Stoppable then they're at the very bottom of the food chain."

"Uh huh," Camille yawned.

"Yeah, so now you know who to steer clear of."

"So why don't you like Possible and Stoppable?"

Bonnie was baffled. No one had ever questioned her when it came to this. It took her a few seconds to think of an explanation.

"Because like… she's… you know like, always doing that whole save the world thing."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Look I don't know!" Bonnie said with a hint of frustration.

The slightest hint of a smile graced the lips of the heiress.

"She's a cheerleader, right?"

"Yeah."

"And he's the mascot."

"Yeah… what a loser."

"And do they ever leave school to do their little mission thingies?"

"Sometimes. They get all kinds of special treatment. That's one reason they piss me off."

"How often does that happen?"

"I dunno. Maybe once or twice a week?"

Camille was silent for a few moments.

"Kay. Bored now," Camille said as she grabbed her phone from her purse.

Bonnie was taken aback by not only the suddenness of Camille's change of heart, but by the rudeness as well. But she decided not to do anything about it. The last thing she wanted right now was a civil war at the popular kid's table. A conflict between the top of the food chain could prove to be disastrous for her own social status.

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School was over, and Ron was happy about that. It had been a rough day, rougher than usual. He had been picked on before, but never to the extent of what had happened in the locker room after P.E. class. He definitely wouldn't miss Brick when he graduated… if he graduated. This was his seventh year at Middleton High School, his fourth as a senior. He didn't know whether to laugh at Brick because of that or to pity him. Neither could be done to his face of course. But he was alone now. It was exactly how he wanted it at the moment.

Sometimes he would just go off to be alone and think about his life. There were so many different aspects of it, and each affected him in its own little way. He had great friends who he could always trust. He went on world saving missions with his best friend. Then again his social standing at school was the envy of no one. He wondered why things couldn't just be simpler for him. He hated having to be happy about half of his life and sad about the other.

He was sitting under a tree at one of the parks in Middleton. No one knew that this was a location that Ron visited from time to time. It was a place he knew he could go to if he wanted to be alone. Not even his friends knew he came here. Normally there weren't many people here, as it wasn't a park for humans. Rather it was a dog park where people would bring their canine friends to play and get exercise with. He liked watching the fun that the people and their pets had when they were here.

Rufus came out of his pocket after a nap and crawled onto Ron's leg. He looked up at his human and noticed the expression on his face. It was one of both joy and sorrow. The rodent squeaked to get Ron's attention.

"What's up buddy?" he asked the pink animal.

Rufus turned his head sideways and continued to chatter. Ron knew that he was curious about how he was feeling.

"It's okay Rufus," he told his friend. "Just thinking. Just wondering what I should do about the whole thing at school."

The naked mole rat kept his eyes focused on Ron as he wanted him to continue.

"I don't know what to do. I know that I have to do something to end all this stuff. But I can't fight. Not like Kim at least. And I can't have her fight them for me. That would just make a whole new set of problems."

Rufus nodded in agreement. He turned his head at the sound of a person approaching. As if on cue Kim was approaching them. Ron heard Rufus' chatter and he too turned his head to see his best friend walking toward him.

"Kim?" he asked with obvious surprise in his voice.

"Ron, we've got a sitch," the redhead said.

"How did you know I was here?"

"No time for that. Our ride is here," she said pointing out to the middle of the field.

A Global Justice hover jet was beginning its descent down onto the open grass. All of the dogs and their owners had gotten out of the way as it landed. Ron stood up and the two teens began walking toward it.

"But I don't have my mission clothes."

She smiled as she looked at him and held up a bag.

"No big, I brought you a pair from my place," she said. "You can change in the cargo hold on board."

"Yeah. I guess that works."

The pair boarded the jet which immediately took off once the door was closed.

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Henchmen lay strewn across the floor of the lab. An alarm was blaring at the moment, though why exactly it had started had long since been forgotten. There were simply more important things to worry about at the moment. The flashing red lights around the room were far less of a priority than finishing off the hired help of this supervillain.

Seeing the last of his men fall at the hands of Kim Possible, Max Brigand walked to the center of the room and stared down the teen hero.

"You guys made a big mistake interrupting Max Brigand's heist," he told Kim and Ron.

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Kim asked.

"You two don't know who you're dealing with. Max Brigand is the biggest and most feared villain in Oregon," he explained.

"Sorry, never heard of you." She said with a shrug.

"What are you talking about! Max Brigand is all over the news!"

"Dude, why do you keep saying your own name like that?" Ron asked.

"Look kid, it's Max Brigand's gimmick. Us super villains all have to have one. And this is Max Brigand's."

"Ugh… this is so tedious," Kim sighed. "Let's just get this over with."

"You're going to be so embarrassed when Max Brigand gets his hands on you!"

"Come on man! Stop talking like that!" Ron said with frustration.

Kim waved off her sidekick's anger as a smile grew on her face.

"Don't worry Ron. This guy is finished."

She charged at the man who was standing there waiting for her attack. He swung a clumsy right fist at her which was easily avoided as she did a baseball slide through his wide open legs. She popped up behind him and sent an elbow crashing into the back of his head. The villain stumbled forward at the blow.

"Ah!" he screamed. "Max Brigand is losing… this can't be!"

As he turned around he was greeted by Kim's left fist to his gut and her right to his face. The most feared villain in Oregon fell to the floor clutching the injured areas of his body in pain.

Kim stood up straight and admired her handy work. Max Brigand and all of his men were incapacitated. Now it was just up to Global Justice to finish cleaning up. The lab was safe and all of the technology inside it was kept out of villainous hands.

As the Global Justice agents swarmed into the room, Kim and Ron took their leave and went back to the ride that would take them home. After they got inside Ron remembered to bring up the question that had been on his mind since the mission began.

"So, uh, Kim…" he said. "How exactly did you know where I was today?"

"I know all your usual hangouts," Kim replied confidently.

"Yeah, most of them. But not this one."

"I'm sure you've mentioned it before."

"Nope, I've never told anyone about this place."

The nervous look on Kim's face betrayed the thoughts that were occurring in her mind. She looked away from Ron so he wouldn't notice.

"KP, do you have some sort of satellite or something?" he wondered. "I mean, not you of course, but Wade?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"It's the only way I can think of that you would have been able to find me. I mean, I don't have a problem with it if you do. It's actually pretty cool if we have our own satellite. But I would like to be in the loop about it if we do."

Kim bit her lower lip before she answered.

"Yeah, Wade's been testing a new satellite he launched into orbit recently. It's not done or anything, so he hasn't told us about it yet. But since I couldn't find you today he told me he would use it to look around the city for you."

Ron's smile told his best friend that he was satisfied with the answer.

"Yeah, I thought so," he laughed. "I couldn't figure it out at first, but that's the only logical explanation for it. We should tell him to keep us up to date with all of his new inventions. I know his intentions are good, but I'd still like him to keep us informed. You know what I mean?"

Kim nodded weakly in agreement.

"Yeah. We'll totally talk to Wade."

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A cool night fell upon Middleton. She was happy that her living room had a nice fireplace in it. Of course the house had central heating as well, but for her it was more enjoyable to curl up on the couch with a blanket and feel the heat of the flames.

Camille's head was propped up on a pillow as she flipped through various magazines. She soon grew bored with them and grabbed some more reading material off of the table next to her. She held two manila folders that had been given to her several days earlier. Looking at the tab of the top folder, she saw that it read "Team Possible". She gently tossed it aside. It was the second folder that held more interest to her.