Thread: New Villain, New (Possible)ilities {darkest_fate&Google}

Sweat beaded on seventeen year old Kimberely Ann Possible 's face. She could feel it running down between her bright green eyes, slide against her nose, before catching on her lip. A shift, a quick bringing up of her plump lips and the droplet fell to the floor. Really, she shouldn't be sweating at all, not with something like this. Kim had been doing missions like this for a few years now, often high profile cases. Several of the biggest names in the world were aware of her, from fashion moguls to world leaders to local principals, everyone knew they could call on Kim Possible, and she'd be right there to save the day. Usually Kim had Ron and Rufus nearby, not to mention Wade, who was always just a Kimmunicator buzz away. This time, however, Kim was very much alone. The sitch had been called in a few days ago. Wade had taken the message and reported things to Kim, so no big difference there. The difference came the moment Wade started talking about the mission itself. A new guy had appeared onto the scene, rising up seemingly out of no where. Several of the old guard, Drakken chief among them, threw fits, demanding to know where this upstart came from. Wade even suspected that it might be one of those very villains who had called Kim in, believing that they were just desperate enough to bring in the girl who seemed capable of doing everything. After all, wasn't everything possible for a Possible? But those details... for example this guy got his minions from the usual channels, but he was selective . There seemed to be some actual testing done in order to actually get on the squad. Plus, once you got in, you didn't get out nobody had seen or heard from any of the goons. Several agencies had sent operatives in, but beyond a few first contacts, nothing had shown. Everything was silent, eerily so. Silence kind of was this guy's calling card. People knew about him, but that was less because of his talk and publicity than because of the rumor mill. Nobody had apparently seen this guy nobody had heard from him and nobody knew what his longterm plan was. The challenge this guy presented was just baffling to most, infuriating to a few, and exciting for someone like Kim. She'd passed the minion tests easily enough. That was actually why Ron was no where nearby he more or less lucked his way through missions they hadn't even wanted to see what would happen in an actual test. So he'd gone off to train with the monkey ninjas or something just a call and a flight away. Not that Kim needed him she's been blazing through so far, impressing people right and left. She'd had to disguise herself slightly, of course eye patch over one eye, contacts to make the green eyes more blue, and clothing that differed strongly from her usual mission gear. That last had changed easily enough when she entered she'd opted for the guy's standard uniform, which was a clingy material in a dark gray color. It was obviously reinforced, with padding covering the most vital areas. They'd also issued belts, communicators, the usual. Kim figured it all out and wore it well. After a few days though, she barely knew more than she had when she entered. They needed info sooner rather than later. Which meant that Kim had to be just a little risky. Hence why she was sweating over a console, her fingers flying across keyboards as she brought up screen after screen of info. This was downloaded onto a drive that she'd managed to sneak in with her. Said drive could be handed over to Wade, and they'd get all they needed. Kim just had to make sure not to get caught, which meant constantly looking over her shoulder, hesitant for each and every sound. At last, the screen beeped that things were finished. Sighing with relief, Kim unplugged the drive, moving to slide it up into her glove and get out of here as soon as possible. She was just in the middle of doing precisely that when she heard soft footfalls. With scary efficiency, Kim swiveled and turned, her hand flying up to her forehead in salute. Her long red hair, pulled into a harsh braid, slapped against her back at the same time that her booted feet clunked together. Kim was all regulation, all minion, and all cool as she faced the person, fully believing that she'd be perfectly fine. Again, that old saying anything was possible for a Possible.