Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Out of Reach

The two teens sat quietly in the back seat of the suburban, with two strange agents sat in the front. Their vehicle was nothing but silence. The driver stared straight ahead with his solid black shades, while the passenger casually checked the bottom of his lip for blood. It was definitely starting to swell up, even the kids could see it.

"Sooo... is anyone gonna tell us where we're going?" Ron finally spoke up. The silence was killing him, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Hush." The passenger sternly spoke, not even turning to address him. Kim's eyes narrowed angrily, as she was about to say something sarcastic. She could feel it.

Ron quickly stopped her from doing so by putting on her shoulder and calmly pushing her back against her seat. She folded her arms, not taking her eyes off the dickhead agent ahead.

"You okay..?" Ron said softly, referring to her scraped up arm from the crash. She took her eyes off the agent, and looked at the back of the driver's seat. "Yeah." She very quietly said, as she nodded her head. Ron never took his eyes off her arm. The dark red sleeve was torn just below the shoulder, with long narrows scrapes forming one large wound on her arm. It ran from under her shoulder to the top of her wrist.
She couldn't feel it throbbing anymore, due to all of the adrenaline she had just pumped.

"Here." Ron spoke again quietly, and easily grabbed her hand. He reached in one of his utility belt pockets, and pulled out a small blue wrap. It was translucent, and looked as if it had some sort of substance inside of it. Ron let the wrap unroll itself, showcasing the blue liquid on the inside illuminate from the sunlight through the window.

He carefully placed half of it down Kim's arm where her large scraped up are was. He peeled off the bottom wax sealing, and pressed the wrap along her arm. It stuck to her arm with the adhesive-like sticky substance.

Kim quickly pulled her hand away from Ron's grasp, as she felt the wrap start to burn and buzz on her arm. She quickly yelped to herself and looked at her arm. "What is this?" She asked, trying to ignore the minor stinging.

"It's called a Nanite Stitch. The blue goopy stuff inside of it is full of small nanites that heal and reconnect the skin tissue. After the job is finish they dissolve, non-lethally of course. That day I left and went to Global Justice one last time, I saw an entire shipping container full of these bad boys. So I just copped me a few of them." Ron explained, as he placed the rest of the roll back in his side pocket.

Kim looked back down at her arm, and saw the inner blue gel start to move on its own with small white specs. The specs were more then likely the nanites Ron had referred to.

"Don't get too comfortable, kids. We're here." The driver finally spoke. He had a hardened voice, like a veteran of a foreign war would. Kim's eyes went back up to the agent at the front. She had noticed earlier all these agents that had shown up had in blue suits. These guys weren't FBI. She could definitely tell by their demeanor that they weren't particularly friendly, either.

"Who are you." Kim finally asked sternly. Her voice so thick it finally caught both driver and passenger to turn and look at her.

"I'm Special Agent Carson. This is Agent Sitwell. We were assigned—

"No, who are you really. You aren't FBI. Yet somehow you just randomly show up at the most convenient time and take us to some secret unknown location. So what kind of secret organization are you?" Kim wasn't going to take any other bullshit any longer. The two agents looked at each other, both annoyed with the amount of sass they had gotten from the redheaded teen.

"If we told you, it wouldn't be a secret, now would it." Agent Sitwell smirked, and turned back to face the front. As the vehicle drove closer to the massive building they approached, Ron and Kim looked out the window in awe.