Kim Possible: Bad Blood

Corner Trapped

"What exactly are we looking for here?" Ron asked as he and his redheaded beauty walked through the empty cruise. It seemed as though only half of the lights were on in the ship, barely illuminating anything ahead of them. It was just clear enough to walk through.

By the looks of the enlarged room they stood in, Kim assumed they were in some kind of ballroom. It had an entirely open area floor with a mid-sized stage up at the very front. Broken and worn tables and chairs peppered the floor while an entire upstairs had the same look. A small railing lined the top floor, almost resembling a balcony. It was clear this was the first place guests would enter as they boarded the ship.

"One of two things. Anything relating to bizarre looking weapons.. or Dementor. You find the weapons, then you'll find him. Either way, we can't leave here without him." Kim said, as she walked calmly about. She may have been calm, but she was on alert. Something about being inside enemy territory felt unsettling to her for obvious reasons.

"And you're positive he actually came? He may be a weirdo but he's an unpredictable weirdo." Ron started looking around with nervousness. "What are you so skittish about? We've faced this goof dozens of times." Kim finally stopped and addressed his obvious shivering.

"It's not him I'm worried about. There's bound to be more armed men in here. And if they have weapons as dangerous as you say, then we may not—

"Let me stop you right there. Let's not talk like that, okay? We've walked out of worse situations." Kim cut him off and attempted to ease his tension. "To be fair, we've walked out of worst situations that also involve our odd and volatile nemeses. This is the real deal." Ron began to protest against his girlfriend.

"An army of toy robots and a syntho-humanoid with a plan to conquer the planet weren't hard for you?" Kim said sarcastically as she put her hand on her hip. The sudden emergence of Ron's doubt was starting to annoy Kim.

"No, Kim I'm saying—

FLICK

Ron was again cut off, but this time it was by a sudden brightness. Every light on the cruise ship had flicked on, and aimed directly at the pair of teens. They had to cover their faces with the hands and block the bright lights. The clicking of rifles echoed through the entire open ballroom.

"Would ya look at that, they are just as dumb as we thought." A voice retorted, followed by laughter from multiple people. The teens' eyes had finally adjusted to the light while they looked around. Armed men with face masks covered most of the balconies and some of the doorways on their floor.

Kim briefly scanned the room for exit routes, number of men and possible ways to take out as many men as she could. While observing, she took a good look at each trooper. Some had face masks. Some had bandanas around their necks. Some had patches and tattoos covering their bodies. But as she looked down, she noticed a red tint in her eye. That's when she realized each gunman had laser sights on them.

These guys weren't FBI or Global Justice. These guys were mercenaries. Likely the same splinter cell as the ones who attacked them at her own home. And they weren't from around here, either.

"Foreign Merc's, I presume. Let me guess... Germany?" Kim said with the same annoyed tone as she recently spoke to Ron with.

"Belgium, actually. Your government is offering a lot of money to bring you two kids in." One of them—who Kim assumes was the commander—spoke with his echoing voice.

"Yeah, alive!" Ron protested back with a hint of irritation.

"Or... there is always option number two." The same man responded back, followed by smirks and chuckles from the other men.