Kim Possible: Bad Blood

Vengeance

The three remaining Rogues sat on the sleek black jet. Each one annoyed with the other, easily awaiting the moment they can finally go their separate ways.

"Zis is taking too long. Vere could ve possibly be going?" Dementor couldn't grasp his patience any longer. "To the Grandmaster's lair. Don't ye listen? But the lad never said why." The Scotsman leaned over, right in his personal space. The door to the small room then slid open to the side, revealing the Mystic Monkey Lord.

"The cheerleader is coming. She knows everything and she's not stopping until she attempts to take down each of us." He spoke, leaning against the doorway. "Zen shouldn't ve be going to a place where she isn't going!" Dementor yelled with sarcasm.

"Ay for once I agree with tha Nazi. If the girl knows where we're headed, then why are we heading there?" Killigan questioned and stood up. Shockingly enough, they were both right. And Monkey Fist knew it. But was he going to let two mere imbeciles contradict him? Never.

"Clearly you two have never heard of a trap." Each of their earpieces began to rang. They knew who it was by the attitude and tone of sarcasm.

"Isn't she a little smart for such an open trap, Lad? After all the girl did just take down an entire horde of Global Justice suckers." Killigan replied. He hated skin as much as the others in the room, but couldn't help but grin at the fact the mayhem she caused with the Global Justice agents. "Horde of agents? What horde?" Monkey Fist then asked in interest.

"Turn on the television, Monty." The Grandmaster spoke again in their ears. Monkey Fist did as instructed, and took a couple steps to reach the wall mounted tv. The first thing they saw, were agents being carried away on stretchers into ambulances on an international news station. They all stared in awe as they saw one being treated for glass being stuck in his eye. Then another was on a stretcher, screaming with his leg bent in the wrong direction.

"Christ." Killigan said in shock.

"I-is that... from Kim Possible?" Dementor said, frozen in awe. Then, the tv shifted from live feed to a recording from a Global Justice Agent helmet cam. It revealed the first person view behind the carnage that occurred between the teenage cheerleader and the units.

The view of the agent was one of disaster. He saw nothing but mayhem and destruction. Watching with adrenaline as the red headed girl grabbed one of the agents' arms and spun it completely around. The Rogues' eyes bulged out at the sight of the man screaming in agony of his now distorted arm. The camera began to shake as it was clear the agent who owned the helmet cam was running at the girl.

It showed Kim quickly turn around in nothing but fury and began a brief exchange of close combat with the agent. Then, the camera cracked as the agents visor was punched clean into his face. His loud scream in pain made the Rogues jump. Blood flew all over the glass lens and covered it in dark crimson. The last thing the camera saw was his helmet being bashed into the girl's knee before it finally faded into black.

From there, Grandmaster manually turned off the television.

"My word.." Duff Killigan said in awe. "That's right. The mere teenager you have tried to end for years has finally hit her breaking point. And far beyond anything I have imagined." He replied back.

"Yes, yes it's all very shocking," Monkey Fist rolled his eyes, "but why is this such a big accomplishment? She's been in the vigilantism life for years now. She was bound to break at some point. It's just astonishing it was against someone who's on her side."

"You're missing the big picture, Monkey Fist. The girl loved so dearly by the entire world, is now not only declared a definite terrorist, but is finally number one on the Most Wanted List. We may have broken her faith in the world..." He stopped. And to everyone's surprise, the same door slid back open again. Monkey Fist turned around, and saw the Grandmaster himself.