Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Worlds Collide

January 13th
Undisclosed Location

Eric sat in a small room that was provided to him. Confining himself was nothing new to him due to the amount of time he spent in prison, but this time it seemed voluntary. Had he gotten so used to being alone? Or was this just naturally how he was?

He sat on the fresh mattress with his feet dangles over the side. He faced the window across the well decorated room while repeatedly clicking the top of a ballpoint pen.
The view was absolutely beautiful. Even he could admit such. It was clear he was in some sort of luxury safe-house just by first entering the building. It was high up, having to be at least 30+ stories high.

When looking out he could see nothing by green land, and tall structures. He had no idea what city he was in. New York? Seattle? Boston Maybe? Hell, it wasn't even clear if he was still in the United States. For all he knew, they could have been in Japan.

Eric heard footsteps coming towards his door, but didn't bother to turn and face it. There were only three people in this penthouse, and he was one of them. The other two, were his rescuers. Who were they? Eric didn't care. But, he was curious.

When the door opened, Eric only glanced at the door with half attention. The man that walked in was the same as who broke him free. The young man with dark hair and eyes to match. He walked inside and didn't say anything. He just leaned against the frame of the door, and crossed his arms.

Silence filled the room. Neither of them were going to speak first, even though it was clear he entered Eric's room to speak about something. This finally took all of Eric's attention. He stopped clicking the pen, and pivoted on the bed to face the kid. They made clear eye contact, both narrowing their eyes trying to get a read on the other.

Eric looked down at the kid's sleeve, and saw the very familiar logo.

GJ.

"You gonna tell me why you broke me loose, Agent?" He finally spoke up.

The young man calmly looked down at his sleeve, then back to the murderer sitting on the bed.

"You spent the first year and a half of your life as a living, breathing human strategically plotting to humiliate and kill Kim Possible. Why." He finally asked, not even showing a hint of emotion. This sparked sudden interest in Eric. He looked at the young agent strangely.

"You're a Global Justice Agent, who just broke me out of Global Justice custody. I think you're the one who should be answering my questions." Eric fired back, not moving a muscle.

"How do you know I'm one of them? That I'm not just some mercenary who faked as an agent to get in the inside?"

"Because a skinny kid like you couldn't accomplish that without some kind of clearance. I saw your badge when you blew a hole in the wall. You're not fooling anyone, kid."

The brown boy looked down at the floor, practically admitting defeat to Eric's words. "You're right about one thing. Yes, I was an agent. One of Global Justice's very best. Having that honor on my head at this age was damn near impossible. But, I still accomplished it. But, I am not one of them." He ended his sentence sternly.

"Hm.. So what made you go AWOL? Too much work for such a young agent as yourself? Or were you just simply overlooked?" Eric grinned, hoping to get under the kid's skin.

"No." The hardness of the Agent's voice could crush any barrier.

"Two years ago, after Possible had recently escaped custody from an armored GJ transport, I was assigned to set up a roadblock to keep her from getting any further. We had all the weapons, blocks and vehicles we could have with men to back it up. I hand selected the men myself. There was absolutely no way Kim Possible was going to escape us again."