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KIM POSSIBLE RIDES AGAIN

PROLOGUE, PART 1 -

*October 2008*

"Well boy, you are in one heap of trouble." said the pepper-haired police detective as he paced around the dim-lit interrogation room.

"Possession of a stolen vehicle, possession of unregistered semi-automatic weapons, possession of explosive materials, possession of another stolen vehicle, 13 destroyed police cars, 4 buildings with structural damage, an overpass on the uptown freeway collapsed, and assault on no less than 16 SWAT team members. Eight of which are currently receiving medical attention compliments of you and your little Jackie Chan act you pulled over there on 31st Street. You sir, are in a world of caca. And you're in it deep."

"So tell me,” he said as he slammed a very thick file folder on the table across from a slouched over figure, “what were you and your little buddies we have down in general lockup planning to do with an entire of armory of weapons? Deer hunting?"

The suspect remained motionless, through the detective’s interrogation, moving only to look at his cuffed hands while the detective searched through the folder before pulling out a charred piece of paper from the folder and placed it in front of him.

"Oh wait! There was this little manifesto we found in the van. You weren't going hunting, where you boy? No no...you were going to go blow something up, am I right?"

...

"And here,’’ throwing more charred papers on the table top, ‘’here is some schematics of the Uptown Expo Center. You weren't going to try doing something over there today were you? What was over there today? Let’s check the Center's calendar shall we? Hey look at that! A conference for Jewish high school students. Do you and your buddies got a problem with high schoolers?"

Still nothing.

"Oh, wait, they're Jewish. You and your bald buddies down in lockup got a problem with The Chosen People? Got a little Mein Kampf app on your phone do ya?

That resulted in a slight huff and a roll of the eyes.

"You know? He snarked as he leaned in to give his best “bad cop” impersonation, “ of all of the low lying, scum-eating, bottom-dwelling pieces of garbage that occupy this planet, there is one group of people I truly, honestly, despise more than anyone, and that's a two-bit racist pu-"

"Sir" another detective said as he peered into the interrogation room. "You and your pal there have a...visitor."

"Tell the visitor they can wait,” the detective replied discouragingly as he lost his frame of focus. “I'm in the middle of questioning a piece of trash who left four city blocks burning."

"I don't think that's an op-" The wide-eyed detective began to say before being cut off by a woman in a sleek uniform who pushed him out of the way as she forcefully entered the room with a large metal briefcase.

Offended, the detective stood up and headed towards the woman. "I'm sorry lady, you might not have understood English, but I'm in the middle of interrogating a suspect, and it doesn't involve you." the detective started in as he puffed his chest out and obstructed the woman’s path.

Unimpressed with the attempt at intimidation, the woman gave a scowl as she adjusted her eye patch and pushed her way past the officer As the detective continued belittling the woman who made her way into the room, she ignored his scolds as she adjusted her eye patch and began opening the steel-enforced briefcase.

"Actually Sir, it does involve me...and I am here to take your suspect into my custody. I appreciate your apprehension, but I will be taking it from here."

"Excuse me?!?!" the detective said offended "I can't stand it when you Feds march into my precinct and act as if you own the place. This is my case! My suspect and he is going NOWHERE! Understand!"

With that, the man who had showed no emotion since being arrested raised his head and gave a slight smirk as if he knew the path the dialog would take next.

"First things first sir, I am not FBI” she said as she showed off her uniform which was definately not FBI standard issue, ‘’And your 'suspect' is my agent who has been deep undercover for the better part of six months in an attempt to foil a domestic terror plot...something that it appeared he managed to do.”

"Pfft! Agent my rear! Did you see the damage this guy did? You don't just walk away from that sort of thing!” He's staying here with the rest of his little racist scum gang in lockup until he's processed, regardless of what ‘department’ you happen to be out of.”

"Like I said Detective, deep undercover..." she remarked unsympathetically as she placed the briefcase on the table and opened it, exposing a strange, metal device with a red button and computer screen inside of it. "...and with his arrest, you've managed to keep his cover from being blown. Well done. But now it's time for him to be extracted."

"No, I don't think so. I mean, what the heck kind of uniform is that even? Which branch of law enforcement? The USS Enterprise?"

Acting as if everything the detective spoke was irrelevant, the woman pulled out a cell phone and handed it to the detective "Here, please contact the Attorney General’s office and inform him that Global Justice Agent 00001 is in your precinct and is attempting an 'asset extraction' in regards to Operation: Western Storm and that you’re being an obstructionist.

"With pleasure lady." The smug detective grabbed the phone, and began to dial.

"Yeah this is Detective Spotter in Sacramento. I need to talk to the Attorney General in relation to an 'asset extraction'…
yes…
uh huh…
Operation: Western Storm...
Agent zero-zero-zero-one…
female…
has an eye patch…
Dr. Director…seriously?
SERIOUSLY?
But, my cars!
My men! My…
yes sir…
of course sir…
my apologies…
thank you sir...

The detective then hung up the phone, somewhat stunned as he looked at the two agents, who had watched with I-told-you-so smirks across their faces.

"You...are free..to go." the detective told them in a manner which was if he had swallowed a jagged pill.

"Excellent.” Dr. Director chirped with a grin. ‘’In that case, we will not need these anymore." Dr. Director said as she took the large case file and fed it into the briefcase device, which appeared to be a portable shredder and incinerator, and then proceeded to unshackle her agent and help him up.

"Thank you for your cooperation!" she snarked with a small bow as they left.

Once the two agents were outside the room, Dr. Director's demeanor went from charming to cross within a matter of steps. No exchange was made between the two of them as they made their way through the precinct.

"Thanks Doc for getting me out of there, I was getting a little worried that you might not come for me, it was getting a little heated in there with Boss Hogg."

Director ignored her agent's gratuity as she swung the precinct’s doors wide open and began walking with an obvious annoyed pace in her step down the sidewalks of Sacramento.

"Are you mad at me Doc? C'mon, I did what you told me to."

With a fast heel-to spin right into his face, she replied "I didn't tell you to make Northern California look like a Michael Bay film, Agent Trepid.”

"Hey, I was embedded with a branch of the Aryan Brotherhood. I couldn't help that they decided to turn the escape route into a war zone after the plot was botched."

"You could have directed them out into the North Country where there is a sparse population. Instead, you drove them straight into the center of the capital of California! California, Ken! This isn’t some podunk town like Wall or Milwaukee. The whole chase was broadcast nationwide to millions of people. This was supposed to be a covert operation! A simple plot foil and apprehension.” She continued to scold as a young skateboarder juked in between them down the sidewalk. “Instead, you made a path of destruction that will probably take years to clean up!"

"I take it we are going to have to pay for that huh?" Trepid sheepishly replied.

"Yes, we will pay for it through our collateral damage fund…” she said as they turned into a back alleyway and into an old crusty phone booth“...Again."

They shut the door behind them, while Doctor Director began to dial a sequence of numbers. There was a ring on the phone and then the two of them dropped through a trap door. Soon the duo were riding on a secret tube system to Global Justice’s headquarters. Once they arrived, Dr. Director quickly exited her tube and continued a steamed walk through Global Justice's command center towards her office with Agent Trepid on her tail.

"Ten million dollars in damages last week and an estimated forty million dollars today. Ken, we can't keep up this level of destruction on our missions. We just simply can't afford it." she scolded as she handed off the metal briefcase to one of the Global Justice techies.

“But we caught the bad guys, Doc. We stopped the bombs and the low lifes responsible are in jail because of the actions we took. You and I both know that damaged property is by far a better outcome than scores of teenagers in body bags.”

Ken's self-serving excuse continued to receive a cold response from his superior. They made it to the entrance to Director's office where after a brief elevator ride found them in her own personal command center which overlooked the entire facility. Once inside, Director’s demeanor after a few huffs had turned from being angry to slightly melancholy. She slowly walked over a large window overlooking the facility and watched as dozens of Global Justice agents and employees bustled hard at work below her. After a long silence, she dropped her head against the glass as she folded her arms behind her back.

"The Dow lost another five hundred points today Ken.” she said as she rolled her head against the glass. “I fear that we are on the verge of some very difficult times."

"I...um, how difficult are we talking?"

"Very difficult Ken.” she said as she turned her attention to her agent “Very difficult indeed.” she walked back to her desk and slumped dow into her office chair. “We’ve been operating with our belts rather tight for a while now, a global recession will do nothing short of killing whatever funding we have left."

"But, we're not on the books with any country in regards to funding?"

"Which is why we will get cut first. Four hundred dollar hammers and one thousand dollar toilet seats will be the first things cut by bureaucrats looking to stay afloat. I've already been summoned to meet with the American and Canadian defense departments later this week to discuss...’options’." to which she sarcastically air quoted.

"What do you think will happen?"

"The writing is on the wall Trepid.” she replied propping her feet up on her desk while again looking out her office window towards her operations. “Governments will be too busy fighting to keep the funding for their own defense departments over a third party organization which doesn't exist.”

"So...where does that leave us?"

Dr. Director woke up her desktop computer and opened a document file which looked oddly like a resume and began to type as she multitasked..
"It leaves us dead in the water."
"It means that our agents will be furloughed, relocated,
and most likely reassigned back to their respective military branches and countries,
it means we're done.
You.
Me.
Everyone."

Dejected by the news he had just received, Ken took a deep breath, closed his eyes and tried to collect his thoughts before he replied to the news his superior officer had just given him.

"So, um, I guess I could count on you for a job reference?" He asked, trying to lighten the situation although it was obvious he himself was trying to keep his emotions in check.

"Unfortunately no," she replied as she looked up from her typing. "We are a secret agency. I can't vouch for secret agents of an organization which technically doesn't exist."

"That was kind of a joke, Ma’am. Although maybe we could, you know, slightly exaggerate and say you were my shift manager at a security company?”

"Indeed. The way things might go, it might be me asking you for a reference." she said with a concerned smirk looking up from her keyboard.

After a brief moment of awkward silence, Dr. Director got up from her desk and walked over to Agent Trepid and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Ken, you have always been one of my star players, you always showed great potential, and then how you picked up the ball after Will… well, we would not have been as successful of an organization without what you have accomplished, even if you destroyed a few dozen buildings or so along the way."

Ken smirked in acknowledgement. "It’s appreciated Doc. What do you think will become of you?”

“I’ve got a few connections in Washington still, they might know of someone who is in the need of a former director of an international crime fighting agency which formally never existed.” She joked.

“And, what about your star agent?” Ken grinned “Know of anything that he might be able to pursue?”

"Actually," Director replied, walking back to her desk to retrieve something from a drawer. "If you are interested, there is one opportunity that might be up your alley."

"Oh?"

"It's a 'Lone Wolf' job, privately funded by a few tech companies in the Pacific Northwest. It doesn't pay great but it would allow you to continue what you do best along with plenty of resources and a skeleton crew for support.” She opened up a desk drawer and pulled an item out of it. “It was mothballed about a year ago after the assets went to college but it was left open-ended in case someone else wanted to pick it back up where they left off."

She got out of her chair and handed the item from her desk to Ken and then started walking back to the elevator to check on things in the master control room.

"Think it over and let me know if you're interested in it. If you are, I'll make a few phone calls. While we still have phones to use."

With that the elevator doors shut behind her and Agent Trepid was left alone standing in the middle of his superior’s office with the item she had given him in his left hand.

After processing what had just happened, Ken took a deep sigh and held up the item Dr. Director had handed him. It was round and teal in color, and appeared to be worn on the wrist. He pushed one of the buttons on the top of the device which activated it, displaying the glowing letters "KP" across the small device's video screen.

"After the assets went to college?"

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