Kim Possible Porn Story: Taken Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Expect The Unexpected

Night Moves

by

Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band

Was a little too tall, couldve used a few pounds,

Tight pants, points, hollerin out,

She was a black haired beauty with big dark eyes,

With points on her own, sittin way up high,

Way up firm, and high,

Out past the corn fields where the woods got heavy,

Out in the back seat of my 60 Chevy,

Workin on mysteries without any clues,

Workin on our night moves,

Tryin to make some front page jive in the news,

Workin on our night moves,

In the summertime, mmm

In the sweet . . . summertime,

We werent in love, oh no far from it,

We were just searchin for some pie in the sky summer,

We were just young and restless and bored, livin by the sword,

And wed steal away, every chance we could,

To the back rooms, alleys, or the trusty woods,

I used her, she used me, but neither one cared,

We were gettin our share,

Workin on our night moves,

Tryin to lose those awkward teenage blues,

Workin on our night moves, mmm

And it was summertime, mmm

Sweet, summertime, summertime,

Oh, wonderin,

Felt the lightning, yeah,

Waited on the thunder,

WAITED ON THE THUNDER!

Woke last night to the sound of thunder,

How far off . . . I sat and wondered,

Started hummin a song from 1962,

Aint it funny how the night moves,

When you just dont seem to have as much to lose,

Strange how the night moves,

With autumn closin in,

Mmm, mmm,

Night moves.

The next afternoon, as promised, Ron met Kim at a small corner bistro near the office building where she worked.

Pull up a chair, hon, havent ordered yet, figured you might want to try something else. Ron stated, holding out a menu for Kim, and smiling as the lithe redhead took her seat across from him, smiling brightly, as the diamond engagement ring sparkled on her finger.

Actually, Ron, I need to talk to you for a minute. Kim stated, suddenly becoming all business.

What about? Ron asked, feeling his heart slip a couple of inches into his stomach.

Well . . . my dear boss thinks I need to go to some conference overseas. Kim replied, lifting Rons fears that she was going to call off their engagement.

Even though engaged, Kim and Ron had yet to move in together. Mostly it was Rons idea, as he still had stuff at his apartment he had yet to turn into the government when he retired. Therefore, Kim lived in an apartment close to Beverly Hills, while Ron lived more near Universal City, in a townhouse style apartment, they did both agree that when married, they would move into the townhouse, mainly because Ron didnt like the landlord of the two apartment building, mainly because Ron thought he was a bit of a sleeze, with all of the shady business he had.

Overseas? Overseas where? Ron asked.

Paris. Kim replied, smiling somewhat.

Paris, huh . . . very interesting, Ron stated, then, thinking, he continued, but in all reality, Kim, what part of Paris will you be staying in?

Oh, theres an apartment that Pam owns over there . . . you know Pam, the blonde from Accounting? Kim stated.

Yeah, the one that Josh says has the curves that just dont quit? Ron asked.

Thats the one, Kim laughed, anyway, well be staying there, its close to the Champs Elysees, so, its right in the heart of downtown.

Well, I dont have to tell you to be careful there, theres some pretty unsavory characters that run around the streets at night. Ron replied.

Oh, yeah, Ill make sure no one even thinks of trying anything with me. They do, and theyll lose a hand. Kim replied, smiling a wry smile.

And what does your taskmaster of a landlord think about it all? Ron asked, remembering the last time Kim went on a business trip.

Kim had left for London on a business trip a year earlier, and when she returned, her landlord had changed the locks on her apartment, placed all of her things in storage, and rented the apartment to someone else. Needless to say, it took a bit of gentle persuasion from Ron for her to finally move back into the apartment, with all of her stuff placed where it once was.

Who gives a damned what Jack Edwards thinks, hes my landlord, not my father. Kim replied, a disgusted look on her face.

You remember what happened last time, dont you? Ron asked.

Yeah, Im not about to forget, and if I remember, you sent the man to the hospital with a broken nose, two broken ribs, a shattered jaw, and about seven teeth missing. Kim replied, rattling off the injuries that Ron had inflicted on the man after their little talk.

Actually, it was four teeth, and three crowns. Ron replied, smiling sheepishly.

Who cares about particulars? Kim commented, smiling as well.

Does he still speak with a lisp? Ron asked, smiling.

What do you think? With a reconstructed jaw? Of course, he does. Kim replied.

Anyway, Kim . . . just do me one favor? Ron asked.

Anything, babe. Kim replied.

Be careful . . . and call me when you land . . . you have my cell number, its international, so, no problems. Ron stated.

Of course. Kim replied.

Whens the plane leave? Ron asked.

Tomorrow morning. Kim commented, Air France, flight 401.

Ill take you to the airport, give me a call, and Ill pick you up at your place. Ron replied.

The next morning:

Ron arrived at the front door of the apartment house an hour early, waiting on Kim, he walked into the building, and saw Kims landlord, eavesdropping at Kims door.

Find anything interesting to listen to? Ron asked, now standing over the man.

The man stood up quickly, and spun on his heel.

What the fuck are you doin ere? the man asked, speaking with a somewhat raspy voice.

Why Im here isnt important, that I caught you spying on my fiancee is. Ron stated, now drawing closer.

Don come anodder step closer. the man stated.

Then youd better get out of my sight. Ron replied, as Kim came to the door, her roommates Tara, and Mike were following her to the door.

Send us a postcard, Kim. Tara replied cheerily, waving as Kim walked out the door, the landlord took the cue to quickly disappear before Kim turned around, and came face-to-face with Ron.

Hey, hon . . . ready to go? she asked.

Sure am. Ron replied, smiling widely.

At the airport:

Kim walked into the airport, and met up with her co-worker at the gate.

Pamela Sparks was indeed a very beautiful woman, with long, waist length blond hair, and stunning blue eyes, with a body that would make married men cry at the fact that she wasnt their wife.

Thought you werent gonna make it. Pam stated, as Kim checked her luggage.

Hardly . . . got held up at the gate. Kim replied, pulling a stun gun from under her denim jacket, and placing it into the last suitcase before it was loaded onto the carousel, and sent for loading.

Got window seats, Kim . . . this is gonna be good. Pam stated, excitement filling her words.

Hows your French? Kim asked.

Tres bien. Pam replied, speaking French.

Good, because I cant speak a word of it. Kim stated flatly.

What about Ron, couldnt he teach you? Pam asked.

He tried, I just couldnt pick it up, but, Rons a good study of languages . . . the man knows just about every language in the world. Kim stated, pointing out one of Rons many skills developed during his career with the government.

He used to work for the government, didnt he? Pam asked.

Sure did, he was a Preventer. Kim replied.

What did he prevent? Pam asked.

Bad things from happening. Kim replied.

How long did he work for the government? Pam asked.

Six years. Kim answered.

He retired kind of young, didnt he? Pam asked.

He did, but there was reason for that. Kim replied.

If you dont mind me asking, what was the reason? Pam asked.

I was part of it, he wanted to start his own family, and it was with me. Kim stated.

What was the other part? Pam asked.

He took one in the shoulder to try and save a friend. Kim stated.

PTSD? Pam asked.

No . . . Ron decided it was time to retire, and leave while his health was still in tact. Kim stated, a kind of sad smile on her face.

What happened to his friend? Pam asked.

Paralyzed from the waist down, for the rest of his life. Kim replied, remembering what happened with Felix Renton on his last assignment for the government, which also turned out to be Rons last assignment.

Ouch. Pam stated.

Felix has learned to overcome that little shortfall, though. Kim replied, smiling.

Attention all passengers, we will now begin boarding of Air France Flight 401 to Paris, please have your tickets ready at the tarmac prior to boarding, once again, we would now like to begin boarding of Air France Flight 401 to Paris, thank you, and have a safe flight. came the voice of the flight attendant over the intercom.

Paris, here we come. Pam stated on a laugh.

I just hope theyre ready for us. Kim added, smiling.

Later that evening:

Pam, can you turn the radio down, Im trying to call Ron. Kim yelled, but she wouldve done better to scream into a Gale, the music was so loud, that she couldnt be heard over it.

Kim walked into a bathroom on the other side of the living room, and dialed Rons cell phone number quickly, and began smiling as she did so, in five months, she would marry the man she loved, and wanted to have a family with.

In Los Angeles:

Ron was sitting in his study, reading a book, when his cell phone rang, he quickly looked at the Caller ID, and recognized the number as Kims.

Hey, babe. Ron said, as he placed the phone to his ear.

Hey, hon . . . sorry I didnt call when we landed, but we were a little rushed, we barely got the last taxi at the airport, it was completely crazy there, you know how it goes. Kim replied.

Yeah, I do, Charles DeGaulle Airport has never been one of my favorite places. Ron stated.

I can understand why. Kim replied.

Ive been telling you that for six years. Ron stated, a chuckle in his voice.

I think I finally picked up on it. Kim answered, when the sound of breaking glass caught both her, and Rons attention.

What the hell was that? Ron asked.

Sounded like something broke. Kim replied.

Sounded like breaking glass . . . anything glass near you that would be considered delicate? Ron asked.

Just the window . . . wait a minute, I see movement, in the hallway, making their way to the living room . . . Ron, these guys are masked. Kim stated.

Oh shit, Kim, did you run into anyone at the airport, talk to anyone? Ron asked, as he quickly ran to a bookshelf, and grabbed a Haliburton style briefcase, and opened it to reveal state-of-the-art recording equipment, which he hooked up to his cell phone, he then hit record in the small voice recorder the equipment was hooked to.

Just a guy that wanted to share a taxi, why? Kim asked.

Shit, shit, SHIT! Kim, you got marked. Ron replied.

MARKED?! FOR WHAT?! Kim asked.

Dont know, but, do me a favor, and find a shady spot where you cant be seen. Ron stated.

Im in a bathroom on the other side of the apartment, I can see the living room . . . oh, Jesus, Ron, they just got Pam . . . they hit her with some kind of tranquilizer dart. Kim stated.

Damn . . . youre not gonna win against that . . . Kim, get into the next bedroom, and tell me when youre there. Ron stated.

Alright. Kim replied, and walked form the bathroom, and into an adjoining bedroom.

Okay, Im in the next bedroom. Kim replied.

Listen to me carefully, get under the bed, and stay there, this next part is very important . . . theyre gonna take you. Ron emotionlessly stated.

What do you mean take me? Kim asked.

Just like they did Pam. Ron replied.

So what do I do, hide under the bed like Im eight? Ron, I can take care of myself? Kim replied.

How many are there? Ron asked.

At least eight, or nine. Kim replied.

Are they all armed? Ron asked.

Yes, looks like tranquilizer guns, and .40 caliber pistols. Kim replied.

Then do what I told you, and listen carefully to what I have to say. Ron replied.

Okay. Kim stated, Ron heard her shuffling her way under the bed.

Okay, now, youre gonna have ten, maybe fifteen seconds from the time they grab you, until they decide that youre struggling too much, and tranquilize you, now, during that time, I want you to tell me everything you can about them, height, hair color, scars, tattoos, anything that might be usefull, do you understand? Ron asked.

Yeah. Kim replied, as the sound of footsteps began filling her ears.

Theyre coming, I can hear them right outside the door. Ron replied, as he heard someone talking in a foregin language, one that he had no idea of.

Hold the phone out so I can hear what theyre saying. Ron stated, in a calm manner.

Kim slowly held the phone out, and Ron heard snatches of conversation, then, he heard Kims voice once again.

Eastern European, if I had to guess, Id say Russian, or one of the Balkan countries. Ron stated.

Theyre leaving, Kim stated, until she felt her feet being pulled on, RON!!

Come on, KP, come on. Ron said to himself.

Six feet black hair, beard, tattoo on right hand, moon and star. Kim rattled out, before the sound of breaking glass was heard, along with a rush of air, then, all was silence, until Ron heard some breathing on the other end of the phone. Ron quickly picked up the phone, andleft it hooked to the recording device he had placed on it earlier.

I dont know who you are, nor do I care, Ron stated clearly, if its ransom you want, I can tell you I dont have any money, but what I do have are a particular set of skills . . . skills I have acquired over a very distinguished career . . . skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. Now, if you release my fiancee, and her friend, thatll be the end of it, I wont follow you, I wont pursue you . . . if you dont . . . Ill follow you . . . I will find you . . . and I will kill you.

The breathing stopped, and suddenly, a mans voice came over the phone, speaking with a thick Eastern European accent. The man only said two words.

Good luck.

And thats Chapter 2. Sorry if its a little close to the movie there, but, I did change a few things around, i.e. the tranquilizer guns . . . when you go after someone like Kim Possible, you had better have some kind of plan to knock her out, or shes gonna knock you out, if you get my meaning.

Anyhow, thats another chapter in the books (no pun intended). And on with the story, time for Ron to go all Rambo on someones backside :-) .

As always, keep the reviews coming,

Doug