Kim Possible: Final Masquerade

Attack on San Antonio

"Bravo 1, we are approaching the LZ."

"Continue as planned. If our plan is compromised, you have permission to open fire on the tower. Over."

Ron could hear the conversation between the pilot and Agent Sitwell from the seat in the troop bay. They were speaking back and forth on the radio about some new orders.

"Negative, Sitwell. We don't know how much radiation that comet is emitting. Do not open fire on the target unless you have a clean shot." Director Scott was then heard on the same channel. Neither of them answered, more than likely annoyed at his command.

"So where's the doll?" A sudden voice threw Ron from his daze. He turned and look at the agent in full mission gear who just spoke.

"Excuse me?" Ron said dryly, not sure if he was referring to Kim or not. "The redhead. Possible. Where's she at?" He repeated his question. But, it was a viable question. Of all things that happened, why is she not by his side? Well, truth is those two had their own plan. And it was one that didn't involve this cryptic agency. Kim didn't exactly trust them.

"She'll be here. She'll be here." He quickly had to drum up a lie to throw off suspicion. He then turned his attention back from the trooper, in attempt to drown back into his gnarled daze.

"I've seen some of the more recent stuff you two have gotten yourselves into. Some pretty gritty stuff." The agent with the hoarse-like voice broke Ron's attention once again. He was starting to get annoyed, but he wasn't gonna just ignore the agent. After all they were going to be along side one another for a while. There was no need for unnecessary awkwardness.

"What do you think she's gonna do when she finds him?" He asked another rhetorical question. Ron knew what he meant. But he didn't want to think like that. He and Kim and been over this a dozen times before they put their plan into action.

"I think she'll do the right thing." He answered, not even looking at the agent. His voice was starting to harden, either out of pure annoyance or defense for her girlfriend. "Who is this guy?" Ron thought to himself, slightly irritated at the man's sudden interest in Kim's intentions. Without being obvious, he halfly looked at the man's dog tags around his neck.

B. Rumlow.

He just shrugged it off, and fell back into his daze. He hated to admit it, but now Agent Rumlow got him thinking. Is Kim strong enough to keep from finishing Eric for good? Sure she knew right from wrong very clearly. But her lust for his blood will consume her again, that's what worried him. He hoped and prayed that she would be strong enough to keep from choosing the wrong path.

"30 seconds till drop, troopers! Grab your chutes!" The pilot yelled over the loud twin rotors above. Each trooper stood up and began to strap on their harnesses and prepare for their jump.

A jump Ron Stoppable was not aware of.

"Wait.. drop? What drop? What do you mean drop?" Ron's voice started to raise at the mere though of jumping from the drop-ship.

"Didn't they tell ya, kid? We're jumping half a mile out from the tower." Agent Rumlow gave a snarky grin, throwing the straps over his shoulders. He saw the color from Ron's face drain.

"Don't be worried, Stoppable. It's only 13,000 feet." Another agent spoke, getting a few laughs from the other troopers that caught on. Rumlow plopped a parachute against Ron's chest, almost dropping him back down to his seat.

"Ya know sometimes people don't even make it all the way to the ground before they get shot." Another agent added on, to stir up Ron's fear to get more laughs from the crew. Ron's only responses was a lump in his throat, with widened eyes.
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