She had carried a philosophy about herself during times like this, everything will turn up right.
Trishta was in the private room that rested on top of the building that her organization owned, it was pretty large and something she can't afford on her own. She couldn't even afford this organization on her own ether; walking over to the window to open the shades a thought about when she first joined O.L.A.P. and was taken under her old mentor's wing.
Everything always has a way turning up right, no matter how bad it gets.
The ring of the phone knocked her out of her thoughts, it was one of her subordinates calling to inform her they had found the current hiding place of Kim Possible and was asking for further orders.
“At the moment leave the alone, our prime target is Kim.”
“Understood,” with that her servant hung up and left her alone with her thoughts again. She walked over to the window again and looked down at the whole city, her minds eye was going back to the day. She was just a lowly grunt paying off her debts, when she just came into this room and faced the master alone with a silenced pistol.
It ended with her on top and a mess on the floor.
The past.
Upperton Medical School was a pain to get into, and it's a pain to pay off as well. It's a trade off, one of the world's best education in the medical field for your blood, sweat, tears and, above all, money.
She didn't have much of the last item. She barely could afford the apartment she was staying in, her roommate was paying for much of the rent while she was trying to pull her weight but work was getting harder and harder to come by. How she came to this large building is a bit of a blur, it had something to do with a friend that suggested to come here.
In mere seconds after asking for a job she was drugged, taken to a dark and empty room where she answered a few questions from a disembodied voice and than shuffled up to some training room.
And that's how she apparently gotten the job of “cleaner”, she and a few others would come into a scene and wipe away the evidence of the existence of the organization.
In a way, she was getting what she wanted at the medical school in a different and much more odd matter. She was getting hands on with open people.
Nevada, about seven to eight miles away from Los Vegas rest a small motel that would just scream “Bate's motel”. There were quite a few white vans around back, inside there weren't many people, just a couple in room 5, a lone salesman in 2, a family in 4 and the own in the office (which was the worse mess).
Trishta had her hair tied up into a bun as she went around the corner and into room 4. A father, a mother and a teenaged daughter with dark skin were sprawled across their beds; a while ago poison was pumped through the vent so it was just scoop up the bodies and leave, easy money.
She lifted up the father first into a bag, he was surprisingly light but of course he is a bit on the scrawny side and so was the mother.
The daughter was something she took her time on, because the woman was about eighteen or nineteen and has short brown hair. She wore some pretty thick glasses, which were half off and half on. Trishta as she lifted up an arm, that's when she felt something odd; something wrong. She had felt a pulse, turning to call out to one of the other cleaners the eyes shot open. Screaming and acting on impulse the girl knocked Trishta aside while making a break for the door, someone was on top of the situation and the girl never made it all the way.
Her job just got a little harder.
The present.
Fond yet disgusting memories, nothing like them to get herself cracking on the work at hand. Which was running the organization, and running test on the new squad types she had made earlier this week along with making improvements on the valkyrie unit.
Kim was surprised to find some of her things in her new room, and it was kind of nice to lay on a bed again. Especially her own, she really missed it.
That night she laid in bed, her encounter with Shego had jarred lose something within her. She couldn't place her finger on it but it was unexplainable, as if she was seeing the world anew.
She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, she looked out the large glass door towards the sky. Out there her friends and enemies were going on, whatever they were doing she didn't know and in a way doesn't want to know.
Because it will all come full circle soon, very soon.
He stood in the center of the room, before him was a desk where Type 04 worked. Adjusting his new visor Type 07, Phantasm, awaited his orders.
“We have received surveillance that our prime target has left on a subway train at 6 AM,” Type 04 said while handing over a file. “She comes back on the same subway train later on at 4 PM, while this is routine is unknown but it is logical that it is.”
“Perfect,” Phantasm smiled. “Just perfect.”
She was getting use to using the subway more often, another adjustment she has to make in her new life. She was going about her own leisure today as it was a Sunday, the past few days things were pretty peaceful. She was slowly reconnecting to her friends and picking up what remains of her old life, normally things should have gone to hell by now. There an eerie feeling of foreboding as she took a step through the doors, there was no one else aboard.
Oh you son of a…! Kim felt the subway train jerk and slowly began to move, she knew she should have been more careful. Now she was trapped with no possible escape. She smirked, she's a Possible, anything was possible for Possible.
First thing was figure out what is going on, she's on a subway with no one else on board (as far as she can tell) and by the second it was going faster and faster. Second thing was… She didn't know what the second thing is as she's currently making it all up as she goes along, she looked around. She quickly tried to open the door and found it locked, no surprise.
Maybe there was something she could use to break the window, the polls were to firmly welded to the floor and ceiling. Getting on her knees Kim looked under the seats and felt her heart stop, what she found were small packages of explosives lined perfectly under the seats.
She launched up to her feet, she need to escape now. The rest of the subway could be the same, line with explosives or something else equally dangerous. The best action was to escape right here and right now, the how is the problem at the moment. Looking down at her hands she scoffed, sure, you change in a major fight but when I need you to escape a trap you things stay the same.
She looked at the windows than up at the ceiling, there were no vents or weak stops she could kick out. The last thing she could do is kick out a window, but that is too obvious and could trigger the explosives. She slam a forearm into a pole, she was stunned when it bent a bit; ether she suddenly gained inhuman strength or she forgotten she had it, it doesn't matter now that she knew how to get out of the trap now. She pressed her back against the wall than shot forward at full speed, she rammed the door with her shoulder and found she had made a dent in it. She had to keep doing this until she can burst out.
As she took a second charge she noticed things lighten up greatly, she must be on a bridge.
“Target in sight,” he heard over the headphones. He grasp the handle, below the helicopter was a bridge that he had planed for the subway to cross by now. Double checking to make sure the rope connecting to his harness was secure before throwing open the side door, over his left shoulder was a rocket launcher.
He waited for the one, the one that contains Kim.
“Prepare for impact,” Phantasm shouted as he aimed for the car. After pulling the trigger the rocket was unleashed the helicopter pulled up a bit, as it smashed through the metal and within seconds the explosion tore through the train and demolished the bridge.
Kim Possible was no more.