Captain Possible and The Centurion Legacy

Chapter Three: The Abyss

A sliver of the moon struggled to shine through the thick clouds that slowly crawled across the sky over the skeleton of what was once an age old city of human civilization in central Europe. A solitary figure tapped frantically on an old military radio, transmitting a message of distress to anyone that would hear it. But still, there was no response. The soldier climbed higher over the rubble in an attempt to find a signal that would allow him to send his message.

"Lucre!" came an accented voice as a blinding light shined on Francis Lurman; aka. Frugal Lucre. The last five years had been hard on Lucre. First, the Diablos had come and destroyed Smarty Mart, leaving him with nothing to go back to after prison. No purpose. He had tried to join up with that Drakken fellow, but the resources he wasted were ridiculous! That, and being turned into digital code didn't overly appeal to him.

Frugal shaded his eyes, hiding the radio behind his back, hoping that the signal would get out. "H-hey Junior. How's it going? Nice night, huh?" he asked, trying to focus on the hulking form that held the light that was shining in Frugal's eyes.

"You have betrayed my Poppy, Frugal. You know what Poppy does to people that betray him." Frugal laughed nervously. Time hadn't been good to Senor Senior Junior, either. Once a spoiled heir to one of the largest fortunes in the world, Junior was still held beneath his father's thumb, fighting a stale war that he wanted no part of. While still well muscled, his robust tan had faded to his natural skin tone, and due to the lack of hair care products, his normally well styled hair had grown out to just beyond his large shoulders in sweaty straggles.

More people gathered in the shadows around Junior, escorting an individual that was shorter of stature, yet grander of presence than Junior could ever hope to become. "So, this is the traitor? The one that sent the unsecured message that could undo all that I have tried to accomplish here?" Throughout everything, Senor Senior Senior still held onto his honorable demeanor and well raised mannerisms.

"Senior, come on! Look around!" Frugal pleaded, climbing down off of the rubble. "Drakken's gonna find us eventually. We're gonna need help! We need to know if anyone else is still..."

"Silence!" Senior said, barely raising his voice, yet quieting Frugal instantly. "I will not allow dissension to fill my ranks, Mr. Lucre." Senior stated. His short, well trimmed hair had turned stark white now and the dark rings that had always settled around his eyes had become puffy, belying his age. He had been hiding his family and personal henchmen and servants from Drakken's forces, waiting with his immense supply of military hardware and doomsday devices for that one special moment that Senior believed would still one day come. He held out his hand to his son, who reluctantly placed his sidearm into his father's hand. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucre."

Frugal's nervous smile faded and he held up his hands. "Senior, please..." A shot rang out across the city, echoing through the abandoned streets.

Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable sat across from each other in the GJ base, listening intently with ear buds in place. They were listening for radio chatter. With most of the communications satellites and cell towers destroyed in the Diablo War, all that was available to most civilians and military personnel was radio and hard lines. While Kim was trying everything she could to detect any stray resistence signals, Ron was on the verge of nodding off.

"Find anything, Ron?" Kim asked, adjusting for static on her own system. "Ron?" she asked again, standing up and looking across the holographic projector to see Ron with his chin propped up in the palm of one hand, his elbow resting on the arm of his chair. "Ron!"

"In here!" Ron responded in surprise, his hands instantly back on his keyboard. "Sorry, Kim. Must have dozed off." he admitted, rubbing his eyes.

"Same dream?" Kim asked. Showing both concern for her friend, and annoyance at his lack of focus, Kim sat back down in her chair. "About prom night?"