Kim Possible: Bad Blood

Where Art Thou Dementor?

Monkey Fist didn't feel the need to stick with the same imbeciles he was paired with. Sure he was still in cahoots with them, but that didn't mean he had to hang around them the entire time.

He casually sat inside his mansion, warming his feet by the fire. A black and red robe covered his body, with a thick pipe in his lips. This kind of serenity he enjoyed. Silence and isolation.

"Fiske." He then heard a familiar voice call his name being called. His real name.

"Only my friends call me that. And you are not my friend." He said harshly with one brow raised and removing the pipe from his mouth. "My apologies, Lord Fist." The voice spoke again, but this time clearly careless of the insult. Finally aware the scrambled voice was there to speak about something, Monkey Fist sighed and reached for small table by his recliner. He grabbed the remote to the large tv above his fireplace, and clicked it on.

On the screen, appeared the same image of the scrambled man they'd spoken to only a handful of times before.

"We currently have an ongoing problem." The silhouetted man said. "Well if it's bothering me during my resummoning time, then yes, there is a problem." Monkey Fist quickly replies.

"Shut it, Fist. One of our own was captured and interrogated. Camille." He said in an annoyed tone. Monkey Fist was probably his least favorite of all the criminals he assembled, even though he held a respect for him for being the only other member who's intellect rivaled his own.

"Of course it was her.." Monkey Fist smacked his forehead and sighed. "Was it the FBI?" He then asked. "Worse." The static scrambled man on the tv said. "Worse? Who could—
The Monkey lord stopped. He then turned his full attention to the screen.

"Kim Possible." Monkey Fist then said.

"She's on to us, Monty. The girl squealed like rat. We need to prepare for our next step in the plan."

"It sounds to me like you knew this was going to happen. Do you want her to find you, or do you just have a death wish?" Monkey Fist said sarcastically. The man fell silent, so Monkey Fist knew he was right. "So if you knew one of us—Camille persay—was going to get caught, why not tell us? It sounds like you wanted one of us captured by the cheerleader and Stoppable." Monty stood up from his chair.

"Your brains rival my own, Fist. You answered your own question. Meet back at the secret location at 8 o'clock. And Monty.." The man stopped, knowing the name got under his skin.

"Don't be late." He finally said. Monkey Fist couldn't see his face, but he knew he was smiling. The screen finally shut off, relieving Fiske from listening to his new accomplice's babbling.

"Imbecile."
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"Miami: Exit in 2 Miles"
The sigh ahead read.

The two teenage heroes were driving down the highway in route to their destined state. They had been on the road for hours, barely making any stops other than gas and local Bueno Nacho stops.

"Ugh! How much longer are we gonna be stuck in this car." Ron complained, as he laid his seat back. "Not too much longer. We're finally in Florida. All we need now is to get to PortMiami." Kim said, still facing the road and not even looking at Ron. "So back at the hotel, how did you know Dementor would be in Miami? And what does he want? I know it's not a winning football team." Ron said with a snicker.

"Around this time of the year there's always illegal operations hidden somewhere in PortMiami. Rather it's smuggling drugs, arms, sex trafficking or even slaves, the port is always used. The carriers are disguised as luxury cruise liners." Kim said, and quickly switched lanes to pass the slow car. The whip of the car would have thrown Ron if it weren't for his seatbelt.