“What the hell do you have in your pockets?” Kim huffed after lowering Faust to the ground, it was one mess of a mission for her since not only it involved breaking into a creepy mansion filled with genetically enhanced zombie assassins and fight her first arch nemesis, but breaking out of assassin-filled mansion with said arch nemesis. Now before calling Wade for pick up she had to restrain her prisoner, she took the risk of allowing Faust to be “free” to escape the building easier.
Reaching into her pocket she retrieve a few items that looked like those tags that are used to tie off garbage bags, but these were different. For one they're made from very strong metal, a present from GJ's development labs for those really tough costumers were normal handcuffs aren't available.
Now it was time to head home.
“She's late,” Mr. Possible said as he looks at his watch. He's been doing this for the last forty minutes, preparing to enter his pacing stage when Kim gets back late from a mission. Folding up the paper than setting it down he looked over to his wife, she was calmly working on something just like any other time. “I said, she's late.”
Mrs. Possible looked up, “Kim? Well, I shouldn't worry about it. You know how these things go.” She went back to whatever she was doing, “besides, it's only an hour to curfew.”
“You know, maybe this isn't a good thing,” Mr. Possible stood up. “Soon she might start slipping out to raves, parties and other nasty things I don't want to think of and claim they're missions.”
“You worry too much about it,” Mrs. Possible. “But if it makes it you feel better you can have a talk with her, and maybe lay down the law.”
Mr. Possible crossed his arms while raising a brow, “are you humoring me?”
“Maybe,” Mrs. Possible said. “Maybe not.”
Kim was about fifteen minutes late, her mother was waiting up as usual. Looking around she noticed her father wasn't there, “hi mom where's dad?”
“Hmm? Oh, there was an emergency at NASA and he left immediately.” Mrs. Possible said, she tapped her foot for a second after looking over Kim. “What happened?”
“Nothing really happened,” Kim lied. It was hard to hide the small cuts and bruises but Mrs. Possible only shook her head.
“Go wash up, I'll heat up your dinner.” She said while walking into the kitchen, Kim huffed tiredly while going upstairs. She never wanted to see her bed so badly as now, but first she needed to eat; there wasn't much else she can do now.
Tara held her insanity by the few scant moments with her parents and contact with the outside world. But Bonnie was missing, and like Bonnie's mother she was only two steps away from screaming and pulling her hair out.
This wasn't something out of the normal for the Rockwallers, one time Bonnie went a whole week without contact with them, but of course every single time she left her family the cheerleader always made sure to contact the blonde. It was the fact Bonnie hadn't called, written or IM her worried Tara.
Where ever you are, she thought. Please alright.
Shego opened her eyes when she heard the door open, Dr. Director walked in to check her status. Shego always hated hospital life, it was worse than any prison cell she has been in as she feels so useless; than her skills were being wasted away from lack of use.
Lifting her head she spoke, “when can I get out this crap?”
“A few weeks,” Dr. Director place the clipboard back into place. “You maybe a fast healer from what I have read on these charts, but after what you endured I'm surprised you still can breath on your own.”
“Thanks for the praise,” Shego smiled as she lean her head back. “This is going to be a long and boring recuperation.”
“Well if you save your energy and maybe you can leave for a nice cell,” Dr. Director said as she headed for the door.
“Yeah right, you just don't want to hear me complain.”
“You hit the nail on the head.” Dr. Director shut the door, leaving Shego to stare up at the ceiling. She wished Kim would come see her, than maybe this personal hell would be a little more cheery. She wonder where her princess was.
What she was doing right now.
Her body laid there on the table, her brain was actually been removed from it but it was still functioning. It was all hooked up to many machines, some cutting, peeling and sealing her skin as others placed various devices and inject her with mutagenic chemicals. The process was very time consuming, the transformation of a normal human into a super warrior can be done over night. Or in a week even.
No, it took an unforetold amount of time. Kim took nearly a month and Type 01 had taken two months alone, it was unknown how long this will take.
Removing the organic rib cage to make away for a new bio-metal one it appears that maybe things would be finished sooner than expected.
“Hey KP,” Ron stopped when he noticed Kim looked like she had ran a marathon than took a few rounds with Mike Tyson, the predator, the alien than ran the marathon again. “Bad night?”
“Bad mission,” Kim said after closing the locker. “Ron, yesterday I went to some hideout to root out Faust and I wound up in major, shatter the earth fight with her; and I'm paying the price for it today.” Kim illustrated her point by rubbing her shoulders.
“KP, you went on a mission without letting me know?” Ron looked mockingly, or at least acted, hurt. “What happen if you pulled off a perfect spinning, fire blazing attack thingy?”
“I'm sorry, I was just caught up in the drama.” Ron gently gripped her shoulder while stepping in front of her, “Ron?”
“Kim,” Ron said in a tone that was very out of character for him. Whatever this was about it has to be very serious, “about the drama that has been happening lately. I'm worried you're running yourself very ragged, and you are acting very sloppy.”
Kim was taken back for a moment, but she grew a little angry. “Ron, I am not getting sloppy!”
“What if something happened to you yesterday,” Ron only tighten his grip. “I couldn't get help or anything, because I didn't even know you were on a mission. And look!” He lifted up Kim's hands, there were a few tiny cuts that were barely visible unless one looks close enough. “I know you, you would rather slip through something than fight unless you have too.”
“Ron?” Kim sight became downcasted, she was at a lost for words. Looking back up at the Jewish boy she knew that the time has come, to tell her best friend about “the first mission.” “Ron, I'll tell you everything after school, at Bueno Taco.”
Ron was silent, he wanted to know now but he agreed. It would give her some time to get her thoughts together, “right, I'll save you our usual ultra serious moody seats.” He walked away, Kim stood there for a moment thinking what will he think about her after the truth is told.
He probably say something about animé or what not, Kim smiled while heading off to class.