Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Our Darkest Hour

"Somebody pick me up to speed, what the hell's going on." Special Agent Sitwell burst into the room of the communications and investigation division of the facility. He rushed inside, quickly followed by the two accompanying teens.

"He's at it again, boss. Downtown Denver."

"Put it up on the monitor." Sitwell ordered sternly. The analyst nodded, then worked his computer magic. Up on the wall at the front of the room, appeared a large digital screen. It illuminated the room showcasing a shot of Downtown Denver, Colorado. It was an overhead arial shot of the beautiful city.
But it was nothing but chaos.

An entire square block was a blazing combination of flames, smoke and gunfire. Screams and loud shots were heard echoing down below the helicopter.

"My god.." Kim softly said, as she put her hand up to her mouth.

"We have visual on Eric Drakkman. I repeat, we have visual on Eric Drakkman." The man behind the camera spoke into his mic. "Give me a view." Sitwell said sternly. The enlarged screen quickly switched to a FPS live feed from an agent down on the ground. He, along with another agent, laid behind a large piece of the road that had been blown from the surface.

It was loud. Shouting of all kinds was heard from the agents and civilians alike, as well as screaming and crying for help. Orders and commands were barked by the leading officer ahead of them. He squatted on one knee behind a smoking car, with his rifle firmly grasped in his hands.

"We have to pull out! There's too many civilians at risk here! Draw him out of the building!" The superior officer commanded. He poked up from the roof of the car and aimed down his iron sights, unleashing a storm of 3-round bursts.

Then suddenly, a gory combination of blood and brains spewed from the back of his skull. The impact of a bullet hitting him clean in the forehead threw him to the ground with force. But it was no time to stand in shock, only time to react.

"Bravo team! Move up!" The owner of the FPS camera shouts, making the entire room of agents in the communications room jump.
One by one, each member of his squad pushed forward, mowing down mercenaries with impressive precision.

The agent followed close behind, as he kept the rifle aimed forward on alert. The team pressed hard, losing a few men in the process. Their main objective was to rescue the hostages from inside the building Eric had retreated into.
They arrived at the doorstep of the massive corporate office structure and kicked down the front doors with abrasive force.

"Eye in the Sky, we are going in, over."

"Roger that, Bravo Leader. Stay on alert."

"Whoa whoa wait. Hostages? Nobody told me anything about hostages!" Agent Sitwell blurted out into the room full of hard working agents. "Our drone caught sight of Eric and his mercenaries forcefully dragging 4 hostages inside, sir. Their identities have yet to be identified."

This made Kim think deeply to herself. Because truthfully, none of this made any sense. Eric's only goal in life, was her own death by his hands. So why would he commit random acts of terror? Something wasn't lining up.

"I don't understand. Why would he take random hostages? And in Denver of all places?" Kim asked aloud, though knowing nobody was going to answer.

"Just trying to get all attention possible maybe?" Ron folded his arms across his chest, answering her question while gluing his eyes to the screen. "No. Eric has no interest in domestic terrorist acts. There's a reason he's there." Kim spoke a little more harshly. She hadn't meant it so rude to Ron, but couldn't help it. Her blood began to boil.