View Full Version : Kim Possible Is Go (A Kim Possible/ Thunderbirds crossover)
Chapter 1- Drakken On The Loose
The light flickered and sputtered as the lit candles burned steadily. Across the room, a figure moved. The light shone off a smooth baldhead and high forehead. Knowing his old friend Drew 'Drakken' Lipsky awaited his order, Drakken spoke in a low tone that sent shivers through the girl standing behind him.
"Bring him, Shego."
Drakken did not even turn around; he knew Shego would obey. She was too smart to obey. A feeble light showed a twisted grin escape his normally emotionless face. The door was flung open, and Shego came in, dragging a struggling large male figure. The shadows enveloped it, making it impossible for any to see the expression of loathing and something else on its face. Fear.
"Leave us." Soon they were alone. The small figure stood, barely able to contain the shivers of fear running through its body. The man walked slowly towards the small figure, eyes gleaming strangely in the candlelight. They seemed to almost glow red.
"And how are you today, Dr Possible? What, no answer? Surely, you must have something to say." A slight chuckle rent the air. Before Dr Possible could make a sound, the taller bald man's red silk covered arm made contact with his head. He fell. Hard.
"Did that hurt, Doctor? Tell me, were you scared?" Dr Possible, now laying half way in the shaft of light, did not utter a sound. The man studied it as the legs, covered with see-through silk, struggled to lift the body off the unforgiving ground. The silk slippers, poor protection to the cold that permeated the harsh stone temple, slipped and slid until they found traction. As soon as the shadowy figure stood, an invisible wall of force was flung from the man to the standing figure, which was sent flying through the air until the small body made contact with the stonewall. Amazingly, there came no sound from the obviously hurting figure: no sharp cry of pain, no voice begging the torment to end.
"Still nothing? Dr Possible, how long do you think you can keep this up? You've remained strong, which is admirable. But how long can this last? Sooner or later, I'll win. I'll succeed with you as I'll succeed with destroying your daugter Kimberley Anne." As Drakken said this, he grabbed Dr Possible's arm and pulled him close to the bald man's face. The candlelight fell full on his face, highlighting the hard, determined face and cruel, cold, black eyes. This same fickle light continued to shield the man's face from sight.
"In fact, Dr Possible, soon the Thunderbirds will be no more, thanks to me, The Hood. And your last hope'll be gone, won't it?" He flung him to the ground and pulled something from the sash wrapped around his waist. The man flinched and raised a hand in a pitiful attempt to stem the horror to come.
As the man raised the whip to strike, his cold voice echoed through the room. "The Thunderbirds, like you, will be mine."
"But my Kimmie Cub will help them kick your butt, Drakken!" Dr Possible told Drakken but before he saw the Hood backhand him, Dr Possbile closed his eyes.
Chapter 2- The Tracys Meet Kim........ And Ron
Virgil Tracy was showing Kim Possible his keyboard and paintings from High School. Kim knew she was a great artist like Virgil as Justin Timberlake's Like I Love You was playing on his radio. Gordon was bringing back the Britney Spears CD he borrowed from Virgil while Alan and Ron Stoppible were looking for Virgil's old Green Lantern comic books on which Rufus, Ron's pet naked mole rat, was due to do his business on while Scott was playing his guitar in his own bedroom.
Suddenly Virgil's bedroom door swung open. Alan, Gordon, Ron and Rufus had left leaving Kim and Virgil alone until Jeff arrived.
Jeff left a slip of paper on Virgil's bed as he painted a portriat of Kim and suddenly, Jeff closed the door and left.
"Yo, Dad," Virgil said. "Did you just come in my room for something?"
"Yo, Virgil, why did your dad leave that on your bed?" Kim asked. Virgil took a deep breath.
"Hello, Kim Possible," he read. Kim gasped as she looked at the handwriting. "I'm sorry I'm not here to greet you but I, Drew Lispky a.k.a Drakken, have abducted your father. If you ever want to see him again, bring all the gadgets and weapons you have to my plane. Shego will give them to me. I would have told you but I had to dash off to get my plane. Goodbye, Kim Possible, your arch nemesis, Drakken."
As soon as they left his room, Virgil and Kim rushed to Jeff's office.
"Bad news, Mr Tracy!" Kim gasped finally. Jeff gestured to Kim and Virgil to sit on the couch with Scott, Tin Tin, Gordon, Alan, Rufus and Ron.
"I know, Kim." Jeff told her. Tin Tin, Ron, Rufus and the remaining Tracy brothers on the Island looked confused.
"Drakken's kidnapped Dr Possible." Virgil informed his father. "To be honest, I meant Kim's dad!"
"Virg, Gordo, Al, listen up!" Scott ordered. "I want you guys to be nice to Kim. She's bound to be upset for a while at least and I'll be angry if you make it worse!" He glared around the room as though daring someone to disobey.
"I'm hungry." Ron stated, completely changing the subject. "Who's your chef, Mr T?"
"Kyrano, my valet or his wife Ohano!" Jeff said happily, pointing at a nearby closed door.
Kim went off to sit with Gordon, who was fiddling with a remote control submarine, trying to get it to work.
"What's the matter?" Kim asked her fellow redhead. Gordon continued fiddling with the machine.
"Alan spilt soda on it and it hasn't worked properly since. I replaced all the pieces in the remote and it flies, but it keeps flying round in circles."
Kim squinted at the contraption, though instead of looking at the remote, she was focusing on the submarine itself.
"Look," she said, pointing to the underside of the wing. "The circuit's failed here. Fix that and it should swim right again."
Gordon fiddled about with the circuitry and set the plane the right way up before switching it on and test flying it. It flew fine.
"Hey!" He said happily. "How did you know that?"
"My uncle's an engineer at an airport in Los Angeles. Sometimes when I was younger, I'd go with him and I learnt a bit about aerodynamics."
"I made a submarine with a submachine gun, you know." Gordon stated. Kim looked up in interest.
"I'd like to see that before we go save my dad." she said, indirectly asking a question. Gordon nodded.
"Fine by me!"
The door opened revealing Ron. He held a tray full of food which he knew he had to keep Rufus away from.
"Okay, guys." he said, puting the tray on the table. "Food's up."
Alan looked at the spot where Ron had been standing. Kim and Ron had heard so much about International Rescue but now, they had met Jeff Tracy and his team in person.
"Come on, let's go save Kim's dad." Alan said to Kim, Ron, Tin Tin, Rufus and his brothers and teammates. "I need to give Drakken a serious butt kicking."
He smiled, said goodbye to Jeff, kissed him on the cheek like his brothers did and headed on a platform leading him and Rufus to Thunderbird 3.
Chapter 3- The Abduction
As soon as the Thunderbirds landed, Scott noticed that Kim was really bright, she knew exactly how to use gadgets as well as an ordinary International Rescue agent could and how to work with all the tools given just like if she had some kind of degree in chemistry..
"Kim, Ron, do you guys mind if I went to the men's room?" Scott asked.
"Sure, Scott, but don't take long." Ron replied.
Scott was washing his hands and an idea came to his mind as he glared at himself in the mirror.
Well, perhaps it'll look good. he thought to himself.
He gave himself a larger quiff like Elvis Presley but as soon as Scott walked out, a pair of hands grabbed a hold of him and then he saw a dark haired girl no older than Kim and Ron pressing a cloth that had a very intense smell on his nose, he tried to struggle, when he recognized the smell as chloroform, it was too late, the last thing he saw was the door of a black van open after that, everything went dark.
Meanwhile, Virgil, Gordon and Alan were worried because Scott didn't returned nor did he messaged them to come out.
"Hold on a second, where's Scott?" asked Gordon.
"He said that he was going to the men's room but he looks like he's taken too long." Kim replied.
Virgil walked in and gasped in horror as he saw Scott's watch laying on the ground with the screen broken and signs of a battle, he also picked up Scott's backpack.
"Yo, Scott, what happened? Where the heck are you?"
He walked back outside and placed the broken watch in front of the others.
"What happened to Scott?" asked Kim.
"I don't know. I found it outside." Virgil replied.
Suddenly, Wade called Kim via her communicator.
"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim asked.
"Let me show you something, Kim." Wade told her as he pressed a button and the screen showed Mullion and Transom kidnapping Scott, a red cat-like figure was seen on them, the video ended as a foot covered the screen.
"Scott was taken by a guy called the Hood." Wade stated.
"And that is?" asked Ron.
"I've heard of him, he's a sinister bad guy but he was last operating in Los Angeles, California, right, Wade?" replied Kim.
"That's true, Kim and they were looking for one of Mr Tracy's sons and knew Scott was one of them." Wade said.
As Wade hung up, Ron prepared to fight but as Alan was going to attack, Gordon got in the middle. He had realized something.
"That's enough, boys." a voice said from the screen.
Virgil, Gordon and Alan looked at Kim's comunicator.
"Dad???"
"They're never like this, Kim."
"I'm sorry I almost beat up Ron, Kim." Alan told her.
"It's Okay, Alan." Kim said.
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Scott came round to find himself in a cell with Kim's father. "Hey, pal, I don't believe I caught your name. My dad, Jeff Tracy, told me that you're Dr Possible, Kim's dad?" Scott said looking at Dr Possible.
"That's right!" Dr Possible told him but as Scott was due to say another word, the door opened and Mullion and Transom stood in the doorway. "Mr. Tracy," Mullion stated, "I can tell you already know we're not friends of you or your family. But we do know who you are. You're Jeff Tracy's oldest son. Truthfully, it didn't matter which one of yous showed up, it would still feed our purpose."
"And that would be?" snapped Scott.
"Why money, of course. I'm sure your daddy would pay plenty to have his oldest son back safe, and sound and alive." Transom sneered.
Dr Possible was puzzled at first when he started to hear the conversation going on. But the conversation went sour so fast that he decided to sit and listen. As soon as it became apparent that it was a kidnapping shceme in progress, he gasped in fear. He knew they couldn't force Scott to do anything by threatening him and they cannot force him to do anything by threatening him. It would at least alert all the guards that something was wrong even if they didn't know what. Using the security cameras, Drakken deducted that Scott was in the cell with Dr Possible. So he knew the Hood normally had guards stationed on each floor performed a lockdown and told everyone to stay where they were.He knew that it would be only the guards, Dr Possible, Scott and the bad guys themselves. Watching the cameras, he saw the trio leave the cell and go to the Hood's office. The guards behind plants were prepared. They hadn't realized that they the kidnappers had a radio too and heard the conversation all the security guards just had.
The kidnappers were panicking. They went into the Hood's office dragging Scott along. He was trying to think of something, anything. They hadn't tied him because they were planning on just walking out the front door. That plan went out the window. Just at that moment, Mullion pushed Scott into the middle of the room then they huddled around him.
Jeff answered the called, "Go ahead, Kim, what do you have?"
Kim's face replaced the flashing IR screen, she was white as a ghost, "Mr Tracy, we haven't been called directly but I've heard of a hostage situation.."
Jeff interrupted Kim, "Kim, I know we rescue people but that is from natural disasters. We're definitely not set up for hostage negotiations. The police and professionals need to handle that one."
"Mr Tracy, not only has my dad been taken hostage, your son Scott has also been kidnapped by Drakken."
Chapter 4- Face To Face With Drakken
Jeff sat there, pale. After several minutes, Kim said, "Hello, Mr Tracy, are you okay?" It snapped Jeff back to the present and he answered, "Uh, yes, yes. What details do you have? Wait a minute, let me get someone to the Island first before you continue." Jeff turned to the many buttons on the intercom and hit the WHOLE HOUSE entry. "Parker, it's Jeff Tracy, I need Lady Penelope in the lounge right away."
He sat there quietly waiting, hands clasped, for Parker and Lady P to arrive. "What’s wrong, Mr Tracy?" asked Parker when he noticed he and Penelope arrived in the lounge.
"Okay, Kim, start from the beginning." said Jeff.
Kim started, "There was chatter on the line that caught my attention. It caught my attention because I heard the name Tracy. There seems to be a hostage situation at the Hood's hideout. My dad and Scott are the only two hostages." She paused for a moment to let that sink in. "While I was waiting for him to come out of the men's room, I picked up some more information from my cohort Wade. He's been in contact with the police. It seems that Drakken's second plan was to kidnap Scott and ask for ransom. Wade picked up on it and prepared to catch them when they put Scott in that M.A.D van. Somehow the kidnappers got wind of it and left. Mr Tracy, you'll be receiving a call soon. I’ve picked up the talks between those guys and the police and they're demanding that they talk to you. They'll probably want money."
The two British agents just sat there, mouths agape and white faced. Lady Penelope was the first to move. "Jeff, Parker and I will take FAB1, I can be there…."
"No you won’t!!" yelled Jeff.
Everyone just looked at Jeff, "What?" Parker said almost under his breath.
The phone then rang.
Jeff looked at the ‘caller id’ and it indicated the police were calling. He ignored it until it stopped ringing. "We can stall them if ‘no one can get hold of me’. Now back to the situation. I can’t just barge in there as head of International Rescue. That would be the end of International Rescue."
Pakrer said, "You're not going to just leave the police to 'andle this, hare you?"
Jeff looked at Parker and a small smile cracked his face. "No, I have no intention of letting the police handle it. That's my oldest son Drakken's kidnaped. I'm going in as myself. Parker and I will take the larger corporate jet to the Hood's hideout. We'll land on the roof and proceed with our plan from there. Gather around the desk, I've got the building plans here. Let’s formulate the rescue. John, if you're listening, contact Scott."
"Suppose he is not in the best position to get hailed right now?" John inquired.
"Just sent a vibration through. Let’s hope they didn’t collect valuables or take his watch. Only give it one short burst, John, just in case he doesn’t have the watch anymore."
"Okay, Dad." John kept his portrait communication open while he switched to Scott’s watch. He wanted to hear what was happening in the lounge to put in his two cents. "Dad, I sent the signal, but so far nothing from Scott."
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The kidnappers were discussing what to do amongst themselves. Between the gunshots and yelling, Scott was very quiet. He sat as close to the kidnappers as he dared without bringing attention to himself. He saw the Hood head to the wall phone and make a call. He wasn’t close enough to hear and he feared that if they thought he was listening in, they would shoot him on the spot. They had Dr Possible to hold for ransom and could probably fool his dad into thinking he was still alive. Scott felt his watch vibrate. He was not sure if his family used the vibration because they knew about the kidnapping or because they weren’t sure if he was in a business meeting. He started to cross his right hand over to turn it on when Drakken turned and looked at him. "You had better hope ‘daddy’ takes care of you and your brothers, eh, Scotty? How many billions are you worth?"
Shego swatted him and simply said, "shut up". He went over to the Hood, who was on the wall phone making his demands known to the police. They were trying to get Mr. Jeff Tracy on the phone. So far no one seemed to be able to find him.
When Scott saw Mullion looking around the room he very slowly returned his arm to the armrest of the chair and froze. He knew that when the watch vibrated, there would be no picture showing. It would still look like a watch. He decided, when he had the chance to set it on one-way audio/visual. He would not be able to hear what they were saying to him, but they would at least know what the situation was.
"WE HAVE A PICTURE" John yelled, almost sending everyone jumping out of their seats. He sent it through to Scott’s portrait. It was sideways, at waist height or thereabouts. It was a little disconcerting as it was slowly moving around the room, mostly sideways, but sometimes at a harsher angle, then sometimes flashing back to show just a wall, ceiling or floor. Lady Penelope said, "Let me know what you come up with, I can’t look at that picture without getting dizzy" and she closed her eyes.
It was so quiet that at first they didn’t think audio was on. But then they heard the faint sound of someone coughing. The picture settled on three men huddled together near the wall. The gang watched carefully. "Do you think those are the kidnappers?" Alan asked. "They are the only ones standing."
"Hey look," pointed out Gordon, and when one of those three men turned ever so slightly they noticed he had a gun. "I guess that answers your question, Alan."
Ron said, "Hmm, they look like they've got semi-automatics. Bogus but we knew they couldn’t have hostages without some kind of firepower." Turning back to the discussion they were having, Kim said, "Okay, I think we have a plan here, does everyone agree?" They all nodded yes in agreement as Tin Tin said "Great, go get the items from Thunderbirds that we need. Fermat, get the thermal imager from your dad's lab. It looks like the people in that room are dressed in business casual. We'll meet back here and take inventory to make sure we have everything we need. Remember if we can’t carry it, we can’t use it."
Virgil looked at the video some more. It would periodically flow across the room before returning to the bad guys. He looked closely at what all the male employees were wearing. He said more to himself, "I know exactly what to wear" and he turned and left. Back on Tracy Island, Jeff turned to John after the room emptied of himself, Lady Penelope and Parker. "John, monitor Scott’s watch closely, turn up the volume in case he needs to whisper something. We will only be able to communicate through the watches since we will be without the Thunderbirds."We’ll get Scott home safe and sound. These men have no idea who they are dealing with. Today will end up being the worst day of their lives. I will make sure of that. I will send a message that no one can get away with kidnapping a Tracy." The end of the sentence was emphasized with a pound of his fist on his desk. After reviewing all of the items that the team had gathered, Jeff said, "Let’s go." And they all headed to the hanger containing not only TB2, but also the corporate jet that seats 10, plenty of room for the 3 people and rescue paraphernalia. Kyrano, Brains and Ohano watched out the window as the jet took off with a roar and headed towards the city.
The phone rang again.
"Where’s Waldo?" Shego asked. Transom said quietly, "Don’t let him hear you call him that, you know how much he hates that name." Shego retorted, "Hey, don’t yell at me, his mom named him that!" After a deep laugh, "He got named after a hotel! Ha, maybe we should start calling him Mr. Astoria. Or how about Dorf?!" And he started to laugh harder. Mullion, who seemed the obvious leader snarled at the creep as the conversation was getting out of hand, "Knock it off, just shut up." He then walked over to Scott.
Scott’s heartbeat sped up when he saw the Hood heading towards him. He thought his heart was going to explode out of his chest. The man walking towards him had fire in his eyes, he was not happy.
"Where’s your father, young man?" he snarled and he grabbed Scott by his hair and yanked him up onto his feet. "I won't tell you, you lazy eyed bald headed psycho." Scott responded angryly, then to strengthen that answered, he said, "And if I don't wanna tell ya, so be it." Scott was on the best of terms with his father. It would make what he said more believable. He knew his father and the rest were coming. But he couldn’t let on to the kidnappers that fact.
Kim was watching the window and could see the Hood come towards Scott. Suddenly the picture did a whoosh and seemed to swing around in circles. The redhead had a hard time watching it, it was making her seasick. Then, the pictured stilled showing the back of the chair. She heard Drakken yell at Scott followed by Scott’s reply. He was glad the way Scott was replying, it worked in their favor buying more time. The team had to be there, knocking the poop out of Drakken.
She quickly called Jeff. "Mr Tracy! I just heard that those guys are planning to booby-trap the roof so that no one can land on it. Do you have the jammer?"
Before Jeff could answer her, Brains had the small electronic jamming device on his lap. He also brought out the thermal imager. He checked the one, checked the other then looked up at Jeff. "Drakken’s in the e-e-elevator right now".
Jeff said, "Perfect. We can stop the elevator and with him stuck in there, he will be out of the picture, at least for the time being. Turn off the power to that elevator."
With a flick of a switch, Brains turned off that elevator halfway up to the roof. The boring one was stuck between the 41st and 42nd floor. Now they know the kind of people they are dealing with, smart, ruthless, greedy, very dangerous men. If they start to threaten Dr Possible or Scott, Jeff had no doubt that they would probably make good on their threats.
Jeff waited about a minute after Lady Penelope and Parker went into Drakken's hideout. Then contacted the police. He got the number from John in Thunderbird 5. The police patched him through to the Hood. "Jefferson Beaumont Tracy, you kept me waiting a long time. I don’t like to be kept waiting."
Jeff answered in as deep and grizzly of a voice he could muster, "What the hell do you want?"
The Hood replied, "Now, now, Mr Tracy, be nice. You won’t want your handsome oldest son here to get hurt, would you?" He motioned Scott over to the phone.
Jeff, sounding impatient said, "I want to speak with him."
The phone was tilted towards Scott in such a way that the kidnappers could listen in. So in keeping with the character he was portraying, that of getting along with his dad, he said, "Dad, get me outta here."
Jeff was rather shocked at the response. Luckily, Kim had filled him in with the discussions going on including Scott's responses. He responded with, "Listen, Scott, if it were just you in there, you'd be dead by now and I'd be worried. Why didn't you tell me? Let me speak to the Hood."
"I sense a little discord in the family." He said to Jeff with a smirk. "But no matter, if you don’t meet my demands, he will be the first to go. My demands are simple: 50 million and a helijet by midnight tonight. No cops. Only you. I want you to be flying that jet. And don’t say you can’t, I know you can fly just about anything under the sun, Jeff." And he hung up without waiting for a reply from Jeff.
Jeff sat there. He said to Brains, "He didn’t give me much time to stall. I sure hope the boys work fast. I will call back in a couple of minutes and try to argue." Brains looked at Jeff and said, "You m-m-may not b-b-be a professional hostage n-n-negotiator, Mr. Tracy, but I would t-t-trust you with my l-l-life anyday."
All Jeff could say was, "Thanks, Brains."
Chapter 5- What's Drakken Up To This Time?
After he was knocked out as soon as he landed in the Hood's hideout, Jeff had been dragged to the main room where Scott, Shego, Transom, Mullion and Drakken were and woke up to find Scott looking rather worried and as far as he could make out, they were at some kind of deserted cabin.
"Okay, Dad, you can wake up now!" Scott cooed as he saw his father coming round and the Hood trained the gun on the both of them who told him "Slowly now, Jeff, we wouldn't want anybody getting hurt now, would we?"
Jeff rolled his rather tired eyes at the poorly disguised threat and walked over to Scott. His first thought was of the overpowering grasp the Hood had on him, his second thought was for the view. For miles around, he could see Scott between Drakken and Mullion and although in usual circumstances, he would have admired the view, it worried him that there was no sign of the rest of the team for miles around.
He glanced at his oldest son and noticed Scott's frantic sweep of their surroundings with his eyes. He knew that Scott would be searching desperately for any possible escape route, Jeff mirrored his son's task. He noticed that the door which had now opened before them, had wooden steps and an outside trap-door that led to a possible underground basement? Hmmm....could come in useful, he thought to himself.
The Hood snapped him out of his trance, "Go on, Jeff!" he snarled, pushing Jeff in front of him towards the cabin. Lord Monkey Fist did the same with Scott who spared a protective glance at his father before asscending the wooden steps leading to the cabin. Jeff followed. Monkey Fist pushed at the cabin door and it swung open with an ominous creek, he ushered Scott inside, the Hood and Jeff were right behind him. The inside of the cabin was dark and smelt musty, Jeff coughed a little and squinted as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
The cabin was very basic, a threadbare settee adorned the living room and a small kitchen led off it, to the right of the living room were two doors which Jeff guessed were a bedroom and a bathroom. The Hood after a nod from Monkey Fist disappeared inside one of the rooms and emerged with rope and duct tape. Jeff realised with a sinking stomach what those were for.
"Right sit down on the floor, you two, feet out, back to back." Monkey Fist growled.
With a gun trained on them at point blank range, neither Jeff or Scott felt they were in the position to argue. Sharing an uncomfortable glance they did as they were told. Once they were back to back, the Hood clapped his hands and the rope wrapped itself securely around their chests. Jeff gasped as the rope was wrapped tighter and tighter, he could hardly breathe.
"Ouch, not so tight!" Jeff yelled.
Monkey Fist grinned evily at the Hood but he tied the knot in the ropes. He then took the duct tape to bind Jeff's ankles and then Scott's. When he had thoroughly restrained them, he stood back to admire his handywork.
"OOOOOOH.........." Scott murmered sarcastically, "you should be totally proud of yourselves, tying up two members of the same family, I mean, what an achievement?"
The smile vanished from Monkey Fist's face, he raised a hand and pulled off his disguise in one swift movement.
Jeff and Scott inhaled sharply in unison. The left side of the man's face was normal, ugly but normal, but the right side was covered with hundreds of scars.
The Hood smiled at their reactions. "Amazing who you meet when you're tied up!" he stated, "Lord Monkey Fist........." he gestured towards Monkey Fist, "....abducted Kim Possible's father in order to get revenge on her by order of Drakken."
Scott stared wide-eyed at Monkey Fist "What did Kim ever do to you?"
Monkey Fist fixed Scott with a steely gaze, "She defeated us villians millions of times but no matter how hard we try to destroy her, she always kicks our butts as International Rescue would do."
Scott shook his head defiantly, "And what's my dad ever done to you?"
"Nothing..........." Monkey Fist replied, "but do you really think I could live the good life, find a nice woman, have a family with a face like this?"
"You don't have to resort to this....." Jeff tried to reason with him.
"You don't understand, I'm not a nice person.........." Monkey Fist snarled, "........I like this life with my monkeys!"
"Yeah, well your life's not going to be worth living when Kim and the rest of the team catches up with you!" Scott retorted in disgust.
The Hood shot a deadly look at Scott and picked up the duct tape.
"Scott here......" he told Monkey Fist, gesturing at Scott as he applied the tape to his mouth, "........needs to learn when to be quiet!"
That was the first and only thing Jeff and the kidnappers would ever come to agree on. Half an hour later, the Hood lay on the settee infront of Jeff and Scott, he shut his eyes and smiled.
"I suggest you get some sleep, Gentlemen," the Hood said evily, "I'll be calling the rest of the team later!"
Monkey Fist sat in the armchair and shut his own eyes.
Scott inwardly groaned, that meant they weren't going to leave the room till at least tomorrow, that made escaping a hell of a lot harder. He coughed loudly as his phone began to vibrate, it had been doing that a lot in the last 5 minutes. Just keep looking for us guys, Scott willed his brothers silently, just keep looking.
He still fidgeted and squirmed as he attempted to get himself comfortable, then again was there any degree of comfort to be found when you were tied with course ropes, on a wooden floor.
He shifted against his father's weight and couldn't believe it when he heard Jeff's sniffle. Scott knew that sniffle, Jeff was asleep and he knew that one meant he was asleep. Scott frowned incredulously. Jeff had always been a deep sleeper and able to sleep anywhere but this was ridiculous.
They were being held hostage by their arch enemy and Kim's arch enemy and Jeff was sleeping like a baby. Scott wished he didn't have a gag on, because then he could yell at his father till he woke up.
The bad guys had fallen asleep hours ago and although he couldn't see him, judging form the snores echoing from the other side of the room, Drakken had to guard them.
Scott's stomach rumbled and he sighed as the hunger swept over him. He hadn't eaten since lunch-time and for a growing Tracy, this was torture, he was only thankful he didn't need the bathroom because that would be worse.
Leaning back slightly, moving around as much as possible hoping to wake his father, who he had no sympathy for, he shut his eyes and tried to sleep. There was little point trying to get themselves out of this with their captors in the room. The one thing that annoyed Scott was his phone. He had strategically placed it in his jacket pocket and he had tried repeatedly to reach it, but to no avail. If only he could get in contact with his four younger brothers.
Oh well, Tracy, he thought to himself, you will have to find a way to get you two out of this, younger brothers or no younger brothers. Sighing he felt sleep threaten to ovetake him, tomorrow he would figure out a plan, he only hoped it would prove to be a good one.
Chapter 6- Drakken's Demands
Morning dawned sending shafts of light into the dark cabin. The first thing Jeff realised was that he wasn't in his bed, the second was that he was tied up. Then his memory came back to him.
Wow, he thought to himself, I managed to sleep.
Shifting slightly, he felt an elbow in his ribs and realised with some annoyance that his brother was awake too.
"Ouch!" he hissed careful not to wake up their captors, "there was no need for that."
Scott groaned and Jeff smirked, there was little he could say with a gag on.
"I'm thinking as soon as they leave the room we should try and get out of these ropes." Jeff whispered as he wriggled unsuccessfully until he felt his penknife in his pocket.
At another elbow in the ribs and a very muffled "shut up", Jeff realised Scott was worried about the bad guys overhearing.
"Okay, Scott!" Jeff growled back, "If you hadn't got yourself gagged, we'd be able to talk to each other easily!" The gag didn't cover his oldest son's sigh and Jeff chose to take that as an apology, "Okay, I forgive you."
He smirked as Scott groaned again, Jeff was well aware that Scott wasn't going to apologise, he just wanted to annoy him.
Scott's groan had Monkey Fist's eyes snapping open with a start.
"Good one, Scott!" Kim whispered as she and the others entered.
"Morning, Gentlemen," Monkey Fist said sarcastically, "I trust you had a good sleep!"
Even though he was gagged, Jeff was sure he heard a muffled "he did" from Scott aimed in his direction.
Monkey Fist saw Drakken nudging a sleeping Shego with his foot, as he woke up, the Hood arrived and smiled.
"What do you think? Time to find Kim Possible and the rest of the team?"
Jeff felt his oldest son stiffen and his blood ran cold.
Shego, Transom, Mullion, Monkey Fist and Drakken nodded.
"Well, let's get going then."
Monkey Fist watched the two men thoughtfully, "Damn it, I thought it would add a touch of irony to issue your ransom demand on Jeff Tracy's own phone." He paused for a second looking at Jeff again, "You don't have a phone, do you?"
Jeff shook his head, Monkey Fist moved forward to frisk him anyway. Scott thanked God that he had been holding his father's phone. Transom believed the phone that Mullion lost was Scott's, they wouldn't find a phone on Jeff, it was in Scott's pocket.
Jeff squeezed the penknife tightly in the palm of his hand, sweat breaking out on his forhead, he did not need them to find the knife.
He had to physically stop himself from sighing in relief when Shego stepped away from him and returned to the couch.
Mullion walked back in holding a dark blue rucksack, he passed it to the Hood, who withdrew a black phone and a scrambler, something Jeff had only seen in badly made horror movies.
"Remove Scott's gag." The Hood muttered to Mullion.
"Sir, do I have to?"
"Yes, we want Kimmy to hear Daddy for his life and the rest of the Tracy Wolf Pack to hear their pack leaders begging for their lives!"
Jeff narrowed his eyes, frustrated, there was no way he was going to let his family hear them like that.
He felt his oldest son's pain when he heard Mullion rip the tape from his mouth like a plaster.
Shego picked up the phone and began dialling.
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Ron walked over to Kim, running a weary hand over his face, he had got no sleep at all, and Wade had turned up nothing substantial but Kim thanked God the team had done better finding Scott's phone. What good was money if it didn't help in a crisis.
RING......RING......RING......RING.....
Alan, Gordon, Parker, Tin Tin, Fermat, Virgil and Lady Penelope all jumped at the sound of Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) which was Scott's ringtone.
Virgil picked it up and immediately said "Yo."
"Why really, Virg, you ought to learn how to control your brothers." Shego's voice said.
"Okay, that was weirdo..." Gordon struggled to keep his voice calm, "where are our oldest bro and our dad?"
"Oh, they're right here, Gordo."
"Let me talk to them." Alan said.
"First things first, Al, I want money and a lot of it!"
"How much do you want?"
"2 million, one for each of them."
John swallowed and said "Done!"
"Now here's what I want you to do, I want you to put the cash in two briefcases, then I want you to bring it up to the main room and I want you to bring Kim Possible with you."
"I can't do that." Kim replied, she was not going to put anyone, not even Ron, in danger.
Ron immediately objected, "K.P, we have to."
"Play nice now, Kimmy." said Dr Possible's voice.
Kim knew her father was right, she couldn't jeaprodise anyone's life.
"Fine, Shego." she muttered.
"Meet me at 5 o'clock, don't be late."
"Let me talk to Scott, my dad and Mr Tracy."
Rustling then, "Kimmy wants a word."
Shego was taken off and Kim heard Jeff yelling "KIM!"
Kim's eyes filled up and he swallowed hard, "Are you guys Okay?"
"We're fine, Kim!" Scott replied, this had Tin Tin and Lady Penelope looking at one another. "Tell the rest of the gang we're Okay!"
Drakken was not happy with this chatter, "STOP!" he demanded.
"Tell them three then two, then three, Kimmy!" Dr Possible shouted.
"Jeff, Scott, we're going to get you out of this, just hang on!" Lady Penelope yelled, her voice breaking.
Shego yelled "Oh if you do what I say, you might get them back, M'Lady! I'll call later."
The dial tone echoed around the room.
Tin Tin stared at Alan. "What were they talking about?"
Fermat's mind worked furiously, then he looked up and clicked his fingers, "Alan," he said to his best friend, "Do you remember when you pulled that p-p-prank in French Class?"
Alan nodded, "How could I totally forget?"
"Well. If I remember, you got detention for a week."
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"How was that, guys?" Shego asked, "talking to your own wolf pack."
Neither Scott or Jeff answered her.
"You'd think you'd be a little more appreciative! Most people don't get to say goodbye."
"Goodbye?" Jeff asked uncomfortably.
"Did you really think I was going to let you go after all this?"
Scott shut his eyes briefly, he had suspected Drakken may kill them but hearing it was a lot different to just thinking it.
"Not really!" he replied.
"I'm going to get you all together!" the Hood continued, "a real team reunion, you can all go out in style, I promise you that!"
Scott frowned and he heard Jeff's sharpe intake of breath, they hadn't seen that coming.
"You'll never get our whole family," Scott said angrily, "they'd never fall into one of your traps."
"Oh, I think I will, you see I happen to know that, the Tracy family's biggest weakness is their love for each other and at the moment I've got the best bargaining chip around to lure them all."
"And what's that?" Jeff asked, fearing he already knew the answer.
"You two!"
Chapter 7- Now What The Heck's Going On?
Gordon saw Kim open her eyes. Somewhere in the dark recesses of her mind there were disturbing images but there was something much stronger that was repressing them. It was almost like a blackness that swamped her entire mind. She could vaguely see the outline of a small young man with red hair like her own so to speak, his face shining happily... there were flowers... a mixture of colours in a rainbow.
"Hey, Kim, glad you woke up." Gordon's voice cut through the darkness. He sounded pretty welcoming to her. The words came from her mouth involuntarily.
"Thanks for the words, Gordo."
"Well, Kim Possible. It looks like I might possibly have a success on my hands. Excellent." Drakken's voice reminded the Tracys of the Hood yet Kim and Ron knew it was Drakken.
To the gang's horror, Lady Penelope's arms began to move of their own accord. A panic took over her and she attempted to fight herself, exerting all of her self control to still the movements that were not her own. It was no use.
"Drew 'Drakken' Lipsky, I assume." Lady Penelope's voice informed but it was not a welcoming sound. "You should realise by now that you can't kill all of us. It's useless."
Lady P's totally right," Virgil told Drakken. "You're busted. Just wait til the cops and Kim's dad arrive."
"Virg, are you nuts?" Alan asked his third older brother.
Drakken laughed again and moved into the light so that the gang could see him. He could not have been over 30. His dark hair was brushed casually out of his eyes, which glinted maliciously at her. At the moment in time his thin mouth was twisted into a smirk that made the gang nervous.
"Careful, K.P!" Ron gasped. Kim almost gasped reflexively but her eyes were still fixed on Gordon's crutch. It was like Virgil said, Drakken was totally busted. A sudden suspicion took the gang over.
"That guy's a total wacko like my uncle." Tin Tin told Alan clearly. Again, the team heard his cold laugh despite the fact that he had Jeff and Scott, who were now untied but handcuffed, with him.
"I'm not stupid, Mr Drakken," Fermat told Drakken. "I know you're w-w-working for the Hood. Your reaction's been awesome to watch, however..."
Drakken smirked again and Dr Possible told Drakken.
"However, your big bubble butt seems too aware. I'll need to possibly set you up with a lyposuctionist to let you lose weight on your butt. It might be dangerous for me if you do at one point succeed. After all, I'm a doctor, not an astronaut."
He kicked Drakken from under his feet and let him fall over.
"That was a modification of the fluids Dr Possible previously injected 'im with, Milady." Parker informed Lady Penelope. "It's a special formula, one developed by the Dr 'imself. It's en'anced Drakken's mental abilities h'as well h'as 'is physical stamina. It's h'also enabled the 'Ood to create a parody of people."
He paused for a moment to let his statement sink into Jeff. Then, without warning, the two men grabbed Drakken by the ankles letting him fall again as soon as he got up.
There was a subdued, unbelieving silence in the room. None of the gang there dared speak to each other. Even Scott was immobilised with shock.
It seemed liked hours ago that Wade had called Kim to tell her friends that Lord Monkey Fist had escaped. Why he captured Scott, Jeff and Dr Possible, he'll never know.
"Well, Parker," Jeff said quietly. "It shouldn't have been any of us that got caught in Drakken's trap but don't worry, though. I'll make sure that they pay."
The usually taciturn Virgil rose, looking at his father happily. The tear tracks were still engraved on his cheeks.
"That wasn't a good way to welcome most people," he began heatedly. "But in Drakken's case, it was a promise for revenge!"
But when Scott replied it was with a resigned and quiet conviction that tugged at Virgil's very being.
"I totally agree with what you said, Virg. Drakken and the Hood are as bad as each other although I thought that my former commanding officer Pamela Bordeux's a real cow..." He swallowed painfully. "And if I were Shego, I'd be on that phone to the cops."
Wade called for the first time since he had delivered the message about Drakken. His voice was quiet and choked.
"Scott's right, Kim. It's not... they can't..." he swallowed and started him sentence again. "I won't be doing my duty as an agent. It's my responsibility as your superior to protect you all. I never failed you and I never will."
Alan and Gordon agreed, walking over to stand by Jeff. Scott glared at the Hood, a slight sneer twisting his mouth even in the circumstances. Kim looked away from him. She knew that Ron would help them, no matter how much he scorned them.
"What about John?" Virgil asked softly. Lady Penelope smiled.
"He'll come. He'll want her revenge for Scott's disappearence. The police'll be getting quite close." She kept his voice call in respect for her 'boyfriend's' absent younger brother.
Dr Possible got the map out again.
"The exit's on the right."
He marked the place with an 'x'. Gordon was "volunteered" to go and fetch Alan, Ron and Kim and after the gang had set off, Jeff and Parker began outlining the escape.
Chapter 8- That's All, Folks
Back at Tracy Island, Dr Possible had crept round to Jeff, unnoticed by Scott. They were conversing in low tones behind the deteriorating fragment of brick wall.
“I had a plan, Kim and it worked.” Jeff smiled at her. “But I didn’t vouch on this... I thought we’d just have to storm in here, beat the Hood and run the hell away... but look at this Taus guy! He doesn’t even HAVE facial hair!”
Numbuh Three gazed uncertainly at Numbuh One, wondering if he had lost his mind. Her happy go-lucky demeanour had been shattered as soon as she saw the Irish agent attacking her friends.
Unknown to either Numbuh One or Numbuh Three, Triple Six had been concentrating energy in the palm of her hand for some while now. The raw energy had grown into a sizeable ball, which was crackling and fizzing, waiting to be hurled. Which is just what Triple Six did, straight at the wall behind which the two agents were hiding.
The energy ball ploughed through the wall as though the brick had been paper. It was lucky for Numbuh One that he had just at that moment decided to pace round behind Numbuh Three, so the attack hit her.
The energy ball formed a cocoon around the terrified girl and lifted her into the air. She screamed in terror as a knife materialised out of nowhere and flew towards her. At the very last moment before the knife struck, she twisted her body to the side.
Numbuh One looked up at his friend, who was swinging to a fro looking rather green, pinned to the wall by the knife that went through her jumper.
Horrible comprehension dawned on Numbuh One. The energy ball had been made for him! And who knows... if Numbuh Three hadn’t twisted as she had done the knife would probably have pierced her skin... it might even have killed her!
On the other side of the room, Numbuhs Four and Five had retrieved their weapons and were now aiming them determinedly at Triple Six.
“Freeze, punk!” Numbuh Four yelled, sending a shot of energy from his F.R.E.E.Z.E. gun. Triple Six merely held her arms up to the side.
A blue sheen appeared around the Irish girl and when the F.R.E.E.Z.E beam hit it, it only bounced off and hit one of the suspended lights far above them. Numbuh Four’s mouth dropped open, but before Triple Six could attack him, Numbuh Five bound forward with her attack: a glue gun.
Exactly the same thing happened again. The beam deflected off the shield Triple Six had constructed round herself, though this time it headed at an angle parallel to the floor and Numbuh One had to do a complicated little dodge to avoid it.
A dodge that took him closer to Taus.
Taus suddenly swooped and pinned Numbuh One against the wall with a swift arm movement. The British boy struggled weakly against the stronger scientist.
“At last! I have you!” Tasu breathed into Numbuh One’s face. The boy stopped his struggling and looked up at the older man, obviously confused.
“I’m the target?” He asked.
“Of course.” Taus sneered. “My name is Limerick Taus. I pride myself on being the cleverest man alive. I have no rivals because I have eliminated them all.”
“Very interesting, I’m sure.” Numbuh One snarled as best he could with the man’s thumb pressing on his windpipe. The old bruises were beginning to hurt again. “But could you please tell me where I fit in to this?”
“Your mind, of course.” Taus stated, as though it was obvious. “Your mind is much more developed than mine was at your age, therefore you are a potential rival and must be removed.”
Numbuh One was beginning to feel light headed from the reduced air supply.
“You’re mad!”
“And if I am?” Taus growled, looking suddenly quite deranged, his blonde hair flopping down into his handsome young face. “All the great scientists are not completely sane... Einstein... Ohm... Watt... none of them were completely normal...”
Numbuh One did not interrupt, waiting for the man to continue his story.
“I tried to get rid of you. It was I who attempted to strangle you, though it seems that your brain is not the only muscle that is advanced for your age.” The scientist looked hungrily at Numbuh One’s body. “I managed to loop my cord around your scrawny little neck. By all rights it should have snapped, but you thwarted my plans by hooking your thumbs and saving yourself.”
The corners of Numbuh One’s mouth twitched upward in a gloating smile.
“So I started some experiments on kids I’d been picking up off the streets for a while before that. No successes. I learned from a source of mine who was posted near you that there were... shall we say, certain feelings developing between you and Triple Six. I did all in my power to capture her.
“My source pointed her out to me. When some of my workers came across her next she was in the company of an unimportant boy who they disposed of efficiently, I am told.”
Numbuh One felt a strong hatred coursing through him at the lack of respect for the late Numbuh Six that Taus showed.
“I worked hard to achieve a success and here is my result.” The scientist gestured over his shoulder to where Triple Six was slamming Numbuh Two repeatedly against the wall. It looked like the boy had lost consciousness.
“Arsehole!”
Numbuh One blinked in surprise. It was not he who had shouted, but Numbuh Five, who was flying through the air towards Taus, teeth bared. Taus snarled and caught the girl a vicious back swing to the stomach, winding her and sending her flying in the opposite direction. She landed heavily, sobbing for breath.
Numbuh One twitched at seeing his teammate put out of action like this. His quick dark eyes scanned the room. Triple Six was standing triumphantly over the unconscious Numbuh Two, and Numbuhs Three and Four were being menaced by Numbuh Ten, who had a nasty looking knife.
Numbuh One was not surprised to see that Numbuh Ten was a traitor. It figured. All the time he did not show emotion, it was because he was expecting it. The radio transmission from Numbuh Seven, Numbuh Six’ death... it had all been planned... Numbuh Ten had been Taus’ source inside the treehouse.
Taus grinned and summoned Triple Six, who took out a knife of her own from the voluminous tunic.
“I will let her finish the job.” He smirked in a way reminiscent of Numbuh Ten. “It will give me satisfaction, watching and knowing my job is done.”
He stood out of the way, letting Triple Six forward.
Numbuh One was trapped up against the wall. There was nothing he could do and he could not back away any further... the only thing he could do was hope that it would be quick and painless... hope that his friends weren’t watching... he didn’t want them to be sad...
He looked up into Triple Six’ soulless eyes... eyes he had fallen in love with... they stared blankly back at him. The knife was raising, ready for the final blow...
A single, lonesome tear trickled down Triple Six’ cheek. He watched its course down towards her neck. She was going to be the last thing he ever saw...
There was a clatter as the knife hit the stone floor.
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