Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 1

Kim Possible Porn Story: Summertime Blues Chapter 1

Assorted Legal Mumbo-Jumbo:

As usual, I dont own Kim Possible or anything associated with her. All KP-related items are the property of the Disney Channel and their army of ravenous lawyers who are the reason that Im writing this. I suppose that the story idea itself could be construed as mine, but that doesnt mean that the legal eagles out there wont try to claim otherwise.

In any case, read the story, leave a review, and look both ways before crossing the street.

(The preceding contains 100 Grade A disclaimer.)

Enjoy!

– Chapter One –

When one brings up the subject of summer in a conversation, an entire host of ideas and connotations can be evoked. For some, the thought conjures up images of broiling hot days spent seeking respite from the oppressive and omnipresent heat. Others may think of lazy afternoons spent fishing or hanging out at whatever locale happened to strike their fancy that day. Others still may view the season in terms of its literal definition, picturing a mental calendar, bracketed by the dates of June 21st and September 23rd.

For a certain pair of world-saving teen heroes, however, the arrival of the warmest season on the calendar could be summarized with one simple word: Marinating!

The two weeks that had passed since the graduation incident had been lazy bliss for the young couple. With the villains laying low in the aftermath of the failed Lowardian invasion, there was very little to distract them from simply living in the moment. Neither of them dwelled on the question of what would happen in September, when it would come time finally face the reality of college. If they had learned anything from the events of the past few weeks, it was that the bond they shared was strong, and that nothing, neither distance nor circumstance, could ever drive a wedge between them. They would be together, forever and always, and nothing was ever going to change that.

They spent their days together, frequenting locations such as Lake Middleton, the mall, and Bueno Nacho, biding time and simply enjoying each others company. There were few responsibilities and even fewer worries in this, their own private summer of love. The world was their oyster, or at the very least, the greater tri-city area was, and all of this taken together could only mean one thing for a couple so used to life on the cutting edge

The other shoe was about to drop.

And so it came to pass that on a typically lazy afternoon, as the pair casually strolled through the wide-open spaces of Middleton Park, the tranquil calm was interrupted by a familiar four-tone beep: An instantly-recognizable signal that trouble was on the horizon.

Kim groaned ominously as she reluctantly lifted her head from its position on Rons shoulder. There was one spot, she had discovered, just above his collarbone, where the side of her head fit just perfectly. She had come to refer to it as her spot, and in her eyes, it represented just what a perfect fit they were for each other.

Ron moaned in agreement as Kim brought the small, watch-like form of the Kimmunicator up to eye level.

I guess the honeymoon is officially over. He lamented, casting his gaze downward.

Honeymoon? Kim retorted with a raised eyebrow. Arent we getting a little ahead of ourselves?

What? A guy can think ahead, cant he? Ron replied defensively, eliciting a smile from Kim. The fact that Ron was so firmly committed to their relationship for the long haul came as no surprise to her, but the knowledge that he was thinking in such terms filled her with a sense of contentment that would be beyond the comprehension of anyone who had never been in such a position.

Savoring one last gaze into chocolate-brown eyes, Kim turned her attention back to the incessantly beeping device on her wrist and pushed the accept button, bringing a small image of Wade Load to life.

Whats the sitch, Wade? she asked, her tone indicating something less than enthusiasm toward the circumstances.

Sorry, guys Wade answered, already anticipating the reception he was now receiving, but Im afraid that were gonna have to cut the honeymoon short.

The WHAT? Kim yelped, taken aback by the young tech geniuss choice of words.

Ya see! Ron interjected. Im not the only one!

Yeah, I gather. Kim muttered before returning her attention back to Wade. So Wade Getting back to the sitch at hand

Right! Wade snappily replied. I just got a hit on the site, and it seems pretty weird.

Great! Kim moaned again. Im so not in the mood for weird right now.

So what are we looking at then, my friend? Ron inquired, stepping up behind Kim. Drakken and Shego up to their old tricks again?

Amazingly, no. came Wades curious reply.

Dementor?

Nope.

D. N. Amy?

Guess again.

Cat up a tree?

Guys Why dont we skip the game of Twenty Questions and just have Wade give us the download. Kim broke in.

Well sure, if you wanna take all the fun out of things. Ron groused, crossing his arms defiantly across his chest.

Dont worry, trivia boy. Kim reassured him, turning to place a gentle hand on his cheek and grinning mischievously. We can work on having fun later.

Uh, guys Wade suddenly broke in, one eyebrow twitching involuntarily. Can we hold off on the kissy-face until after the briefing?

Wha Oh, yeah cough Sure thing, Wade. Ron shakily replied, vigorously shaking his head to clear out the sudden parade of images that were racing through it. To his credit, Wade waited until he had the undivided attention of both team members before continuing.

At about ten oclock this morning, a video pod-cast was sent out over the internet, with messages of special notice being sent to all major government agencies and known super-villain trade organizations.

Super-villains have trade groups? Ron wondered aloud, scratching his temple and pondering just what a meeting of such a group would look like.

Apparently they do. Wade observed before continuing. The message wasnt real big on specifics, but the overall tilt was that its a challenge to a treasure hunt of sorts.

Meh If its got Ed McMahons picture on it, then Im gonna opt to pass. Ron observed dryly.

Trust me Its not like that. Wade informed. This is a different kind of treasure that were dealing with here.

Okay, were listening. Kim commented.

The message was sent by a scientist by the name of Doctor Barry DaLive. Hes considered one of the worlds top experts in the field of applied physics and alternative energy sources, or at least he was until he disappeared about three years ago.

And now after three years, he suddenly decides to re-appear. Kim observed, quickly slipping into her game face persona. The big question is why now?

I should probably let him answer that question himself. Wade surmised, his fingers dancing rapidly across the field of keyboards before him. Im patching through the recording I made of the his transmission.

An instant later, the image of Wade was replaced by one of a tall and skinny man with pale skin, unkempt white hair, and an equally white lab coat. Thick-rimmed glasses sat perched atop a pointy nose, and thin lips were drawn tightly back to reveal a set of highly yellowed teeth. He wrung his hands eagerly in front of himself as he faced the camera with a crooked, twitching grin. All in all, he looked like a cross between Albert Einstein and Professor Beakman.

Greetings and salutations, oh wise adventurers and glory seekers. He started to say, his gaze darting nervously back and forth between unseen objects to either side. I suppose youre all wondering why it is youre receiving this message.

The thought had crossed our minds, yes. Ron observed, clearly stating the obvious.

The answer, Doctor DaLive continued, is that you are all the best of the best in your given fields. You represent the most ambitious, the most intelligent and the most skilled members of your chosen crafts.

Well, I did have help. Ron panned, casually brushing his knuckles across the front of his shirt.

Quiet time, Ron! Kim scolded. Crazy scientist trying to brief us here!

These qualities are rare, and they make all of you ideal candidates for my latest project. Doctor DaLive fairly giggled with excitement. The man seemed downright giddy about the challenge he was laying out.

Over the past three years, I have sequestered myself away from the world and all of its distractions, concentrating all of my efforts and energy toward my search for a truly limitless power source. And now, after three long years, I have finally succeeded! He jumped around and danced a small jig as he said the last part, eliciting a raised eyebrow from all the observing parties.

Man, freaky freak of the week! Kim observed, not sure if she should believe what she was seeing.

Yeah Maybe three years of isolation was a bit much. Ron concurred, equally put off by the bizarre display. This guy is off-center, even by my standards.

However, Doctor DaLive continued, such incredible knowledge can not be revealed to just anyone. The individuals honored with this informational bonanza must truly be the best of the best, and that is where you come in.

Across the world, I have hidden a series of cryptic clues for you to find. As each clue is discovered and decoded in turn, it will point to the location of the next clue. For those special few who are smart enough, strong enough, courageous enough and lucky enough to find and decode all of the clues, the trail will lead to my secret research laboratory, and the secret I so eagerly await to tell you.

So good luck and god speed, my intrepid adventurers! he concluded with a flourish, waving his arms and raising his voice to a giddy squeal. Myself and ultimate knowledge await you!

With that, the transmission ended, and Wades familiar image once again graced the tiny screen.

Okay, so he seems to have grown up on the weird side of the tracks. Wade observed.

Youre telling us. Ron agreed. That guy needs a one-way ticket to the happy hospital with a reservation for the special cell.

Maybe, Kim observed. But he seemed to be pretty genuine about everything just now, and if what he said is true

Then it sounds like the sort of thing that should be kept out of the bad guys hands. Ron completed, quickly catching on to his girlfriends meaning.

Exactly! Kim replied, flashing a loving smile in his direction. He may not have been the brightest bulb in the marquee, she had to admit, but he had been getting better at staying alert and keeping up with his surroundings, as his senior year grades could adequately attest to. In the past year he had really stepped-up his game, both physically and mentally, and he was quickly coming into his own as a hero in his own right. Looking back on the transformation, Kim found it hard to believe that she had ever been embarrassed about their relationship.

And Im guessing the best way to do that, Ron continued, is to make sure we get there first.

There was no doubt about it He was on a roll.

Right again! Kim said, leaning over to give him a light peck on the cheek. I knew loved you for your brain.

Really? Ron asked playfully. I thought it for my extensive collection of Fearless Ferret breakfast bowl caddies.

As if! Kim snorted playfully in response.

The two of them started leaning into each other for another kiss when the clearing of Wades throat brought them both back to the situation at hand.

If you guys dont mind holding off on the tonsil hockey for a moment, he sarcastically panned, I can feed you the first clue.

Okay, go Wade. Kim shot back, her cheeks quickly turning a hue that was somewhat more reminiscent of her hair.

According to the text file that came with the video clip, Wade informed, the first clue will be found where yesterday meets today.

Thats it? Kim inquired.

Thats it. Wade assured her.

The clue is at midnight? Ron pondered aloud, thoughtfully gazing upward and once again absently scratching the side of his head. Thats not exactly what Id call specific and/or helpful.

I dont think midnight is the answer, Ron. Wade broke in. Beyond the fact that it makes no sense, midnight is technically where today meets tomorrow. Thats why its written as twelve oclock A-M.

Oh Well then Im fresh out of ideas.

Easy come easy go. Kim sighed silently to herself. Ron may have been getting smarter lately, but he still had his limits.

Well put our heads together here, Wade. Kim commented to the young tech guru. You see what you can dig up on your end of things.

Will do. Wade agreed with a smile. Ill let you know what I come up with. Wade out. And his smiling image blinked out of existence.

Kim sighed forlornly as she turned to face her boyfriend once again. They had both suspected that something like was this was coming, after all: Life had just been a little too perfect as of late. But still, when the harsh light of reality finally did come calling, it was something that neither of them was truly prepared for.

So much for our perfect summer. Kim sighed as she gently placed her arms around Ron and nestled into his chest.

Meh It was badical while it lasted. Ron observed, bringing his own arms up around Kim and pulling her close. He really had been enjoying himself he had to admit.

Maybe its not over yet. Kim half-whispered into his shoulder.

Meaning what, exactly? Ron inquired.

Well, its somewhat of a walk back to my house, Kim observed, and were technically not back on duty until we get to my house and gear up. She looked up to meek Rons quizzical gaze with a mischievous grin.

Scenic route? He inquired, quickly catching on to his girlfriends meaning.

You know it! She cooed, sliding over to slip an arm around his waist as they both began to leisurely stroll in the general direction of Kims home.

The streets of Middleton really didnt hold much to distinguish themselves from the streets of any other part of suburban America. They were laid out in the traditional grid system, with a few potholes thrown in to keep things interesting. The sidewalks were lined with the usual assortment of small, mom and pop stores and franchise chains that seem to sprout like mushrooms from the landscape of every urban center. For the most part, it was clean, comfortable, and perhaps best described as spectacularly average.

When you have lived in such a place for your entire life, however, the monotony can reach ferociously elevated levels. Surroundings blur into static nothingness, and the mind searches for things to fill the void. As a result, otherwise normal conversations can take on lives all their own.

Im tellin you, KP Its like theyre setting them this way on purpose.

I dont think that our missing every light constitutes a conspiracy within the Public Works Department, Ron. Besides, what would be the point of it all?

Who knows, KP? Maybe its some sort of deep-seated need for attention? Maybe somebody just has a thing for taillights? In any case, someone is setting the timers all screwy, and its high time somebody got to the bottom of it all!

Ugh Please tell me that youre not regressing back into your investigative reporter phase again. It took two months for my social life to recover from your so-called reporting.

Hey! I did expose Adrenna Lynns phony-stunt scheme!

Face it, Ron. Youre not Woodward or Bernstein. Now can we please get back to the original subject?

Fine Whatever. Ron groused, slumping back into the Sloths passenger seat. He held the position in silence for a long moment before speaking again.

Uh, what subject was that again?

The clue were trying to decode. Kim groaned, casting her gaze upward in exasperation.

Oh, yeah yeah. Right. Ron replied, setting his chin thoughtfully into the palm of his hand and gazing out the window. Where yesterday meets today. Huh That certainly is a poser.

Yeah, and were the ones who are gonna look like posers if we dont figure it out. Kim growled under her breath. Who knows how far G.J. or the villains have gotten by this point, and were not even out of the starting gate. Arrrgh! If we just had something that could point us in the right direction

Who knows, Kimbo? Ron absent-mindedly replied, staring blankly out the window at the passing streetscape. Maybe were just over-thinking things here,

Meaning? Kim inquired, casting a raised eyebrow in his direction.

Meaning that maybe its not as hard as were making it. He explained. Maybe its really something simple: Something thats right under our noses

Kims attention was suddenly drawn away from the road and toward her boyfriend as Rons words trailed off. Glancing across the Sloths spacious interior, she could see just enough of Rons face reflected in the window glass to tell his eyes had gone wide, and his jaw was hanging slack.

Ron? She asked with a suddenly elevated level of concern.

KP, stop the car! he abruptly commanded.

Ron Were in the middle of the

STOP THE CAR!

The sound of screeching tires suddenly filled the air as vulcanized rubber was eviscerated across hardened asphalt. Cranking the wheel hard right, Kim sent the Sloth skidding across two lanes of traffic and brought it to a stop along the curb, perfectly positioned in a parallel parking spot. It was a maneuver that would have made the likes of Jim Rockford proud.

Okay, Ron! Kim growled, both confused and perturbed by Rons sudden antics. So just what the heck is the sitch, anyway?

That! Ron shot back emphatically, thrusting a finger toward a large building with a domed atrium and colonnade entrance that was set back some distance from the curb. The place where yesterday meets today!

Kim squinted through the glare of afternoon sun on safety glass, trying to identify the structure that Ron had indicated. Her eyes went wide when she recognized just what it was.

The Tri-City History Museum? she exclaimed, shifting her gaze back to Ron. Totally spankin!

The Tri-City museum was a rather eclectic place, when you got right down to it. Far from the usual small-town museum that focuses solely on the story of its geographic location, the facilities here documented history in a multitude of forms and locales. Within its extensive network of corridors and exhibition halls there were exhibits on natural history, European history, ancient Egypt and the twentieth century in general. When you factored in rotating and traveling exhibits, just about anything with a history behind it could be viewed and studied there.

Walking through this veritable maze of antiquities, two young figures searched for something of which the identity was unknown to them. Kim silently rued the fact that the clue had been so ambiguous, but there was no denying that the location seemed to fit.

Kim had to smile as she thought about the events that had transpired just a few moments ago. Against all odds, and true to his random nature, Ron had come through in the clutch once again. Through his absent-minded conversation and disorganized thought patterns, he had somehow managed to put two and two together, and had set them on the right track.

Score another one for the Ron Factor. She thought to herself, casting a glance at Ron, who was sweeping his eyes from side to side, scanning the hallway for anything that might resemble a clue. He didnt now what he was looking for, (neither of them did), but together they simply trusted that they would know it when they saw it.

Turning a corner into one of the museums many exhibit halls, they did see something, although it wasnt nearly what they expected.

Aw, man! Ron moaned. Even after graduation I get Barkinated!

Sure enough, in the middle of the expansive room, standing as tall and intimidating as ever, was the perennial Middleton High Vice Principal and jack-of-all-trades substitute teacher, Steve Barkin. Surrounded by high school-aged children, he was throwing himself into a lecture with all of his typical gusto, and failed to notice the two familiar teens that had just made their entry into the room.

With a speed and agility that comes with being an all-state running back, Ron grabbed Kims arm and pulled them both behind one of the many natural history exhibits that filled the room.

Okay, so why are we hiding? Kim inquired, somewhat confused by Rons sudden bout of shyness.

Think about it, KP Thats Barkin over there! Ron explained in an excited whisper. If he sees me, hell give me extra homework for sure!

Ron, weve graduated remember? Your not even one of his students anymore.

Yeah Somehow, I dont think hes gonna let a little detail like that stop him.

Paranoid much?

Nave much?

The conversation pretty well ran out of steam at that point, and the couple spent the next few minutes observing the activities in silence. From what they could gather, the group was part of a field trip for one of the Middleton High summer school classes, and the irritated mannerisms of the students seemed to confirm that this was indeed a group of people who would much rather be somewhere else.

And in a sense they were, or at least their minds were, at any rate. As Barkin droned on about the position of mankind on the evolutionary ladder, his charges shifted both their gazes and their feet listlessly, wondering for how long they would be subjected to this academic torture.

Finally, after several minutes of pointless prattling, Barkin moved on, dragging his gaggle of unwilling pupils lethargically behind him. Only after the group was out of sight, did Ron finally feel comfortable with relinquishing his hiding place, and the pair slowly left their concealment, walking out into the center of the room.

This simple act, however, put Ron onto an entirely different set of neuroses. With the imposing figure of Steve Barkin no longer blocking the view, the rooms main exhibit was now clearly visible. Going Ape! was the exhibits title, and at the center of it all was a diorama showcasing taxidermy examples of various primates.

Gaaaah! Monkeys! Ron exclaimed, ducking fearfully behind Kim as she sighed at yet another of Rons many phobias rearing its neurotic head.

Ron, she said reassuringly. Theyre all stuffed. Theres nothing for you to worry about.

Or maybe thats just what they want us to think! Ron shot back, retreating even further behind his girlfriend.

Kim was just about grab him by his collar and physically drag him to his feet when a voice rang out through the now deserted room. It was a voice that both teens knew all too well.

Spending your summer vacation at the museum, you two? You losers dont even know how to relax right.

Kim grimaced for a moment, but then quickly composed herself and turned around to face the lone straggler who had apparently escaped Barkins ever-watchful gaze.

Hello, Bonnie. She said, spitting out the last word as an epithet. Hows the extended academic year treating you? Flunked out of recess yet?

Ha-ha Thats really clever, K. the leggy brunette snarked. And dont think that Ive forgotten how youre the one who got me into this situation!

Kim sighed deeply. Somehow Bonnie always seemed to rationalize that everything bad in her life was the head-cheerleaders fault. And while she would have liked nothing better at that moment than to stand there and debate the girl on the subject of personal responsibility, she had other priorities to tend to.

Im sure youll deal, B. she stated flatly. But were sort of working right now, so if you dont mind

Oh, Im sorry, Bonnie exclaimed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, I didnt realize that you were in the middle of one of your world-saving adventures. What is it this time? That icky blue guy trying to take over some small. third-world country with a name nobody can pronounce?

The two girls continued to trade barbs in this fashion for several minutes, each so caught-up in verbally slamming the other that neither of them noticed Ron produce a small digital camera from his pocket and stealthily reposition himself so that the brunette was directly between him and the exhibit.

Hey! What the? Bonnie shrieked as she was momentarily blinded by the flash.

Wow! And they look so human! Ron shouted with mock excitement.

It took several seconds for the well-tanned former cheerleader to realize the nature of what had just happened, but her mind slowly processed the details: The camera, the angle, the hairy, hunched-over figures that were directly behind her. When realization finally did take hold, her eyes flashed a level of rage that would have sent chills down the spine of even the most battle-hardened soldier.

WHY YOU LITTLE! she screamed, lunging at Ron. Ron artfully sidestepped the attack, however, and took off running, blazing a path down a nearby hallway with 110 pounds of brown-haired fury right on his heels.

Kim could only smile as she began to casually stroll after the two retreating forms. The more things changed, she silently observed, the more they seemed to stay the same.

Running from an enraged Bonnie Rockwaller, Ron was quickly discovering, was like trying to outrun a storm. Sure, you might be able to keep ahead of it for a time, but itll just keep coming and coming, while you on the other hand will eventually tire out. And just like the storm, when Bonnie finally did catch up with you, it was not going to be a pleasant experience.

What he needed, he thought quickly, was a safe haven. Someplace sheltered to hide and ride out the raging tempest that was currently stalking the corridors, looking to put his grotesquely severed head on a stake. Ducking into another exhibit room, he pulled up short and looked the space over for anything that might be useful as a form of concealment.

The room was occupied by a military exhibit, with display cases lining the walls, showcasing a large collection of small arms and equipment from several different nations. In the rooms center, behind velvet ropes, was a diorama depicting a desert battle scene, complete with landscaping, uniformed mannequins and an M4 Sherman tank with its gun lowered and ready to fire.

His mind was wandering to just how cool the whole scene looked when an angry crash from a nearby corridor reminded why he was running right now. Thinking quickly, he vaulted over the rope barrier and dove head first under the belly of the tank. Then, he lay as flat as he possibly could and held his breath, not daring to make even the slightest sound.

From his hiding place he watched anxiously as a pair of well-tanned, muscular legs entered the room and stalked methodically about. He thought about how appropriate the setting was, with regalia of the battlefield surrounding them on all sides, for he knew that if Bonnie found him, the ensuing ruckus would almost certainly set off World War III.

For several minutes, time drew out like a blade, moving in an excruciatingly slow fashion, with every tick of the clock a seeming eternity as the brown-haired lioness stalked her hapless prey. Then, after what seemed to Ron like an entire lifetime, she turned on her heels and left, apparently assured that the room was empty except for her and the exhibits. Overcome with relief, Ron released the breath he wasnt aware he had been holding, and spit out the sand that had invaded his mouth when had first taken cover.

Pa-tooey! I guess I had my desert and ate it too, eh Rufus? Yeeach!

Rufus responded by poking his head out of Rons pocket and blowing a raspberry. The tiny creature may have suffered from a limited vocabulary, but he certainly had no trouble with expressing himself when it counted.

Ron smiled, knowing that he could always count on his little buddy to back up his opinions, then turned his attention back to the matter at hand. Taking one last look around to be sure that the coast was clear, he lifted his head up and bonked it on the belly of the steel beast above him.

Gah! he cried out in pain, cursing to himself. First rule of combat, you idiot: Keep your stupid head down!

Rubbing the now quickly forming lump on the back of his head, Ron rolled over and looked up to swear an oath against the offending object. The words died on his lips, however, when he noticed a worded message scrawled across the olive-green steel. It wasnt like the labels and warnings that were to be found on other parts of the armored monster, as they were neatly stenciled in the typical military script of the day. This message was different; seemingly hand-written across the cold, riveted surface.

His eyes narrowed with concentration as he read aloud the strange message that had been so carefully written on an even stranger medium

By torchs light on the pilgrim trail

Where blood and guts stained the foxs tail

And the tiger lays in the panthers den

Awaiting fair Eos to ride again.

The cryptic passage elicited a raised eyebrow from Ron as he read it once again to make sure of what he was seeing. Privately, he had been hoping that the clues would get easier as things progressed. Now, it seemed, that they were not going to be so lucky.

He was just starting a third reading when the sound of Kims voice pulled his attention away.

Ron! she cried out from the rooms entrance. Are you in here?

Over here, KP!

Over where?

Over here, under the mean, green machine!

Walking over and stepping into the display area, Kim knelt down and regarded the form of her boyfriend, flat on his back, staring intently at the underside of the monstrous machine.

Do I even want to know? she inquired.

That depends. Ron replied matter-of-factly. Do you want to know what to know what the first clue is?

What? No way! she exclaimed, quickly rolling onto her back and sliding into position beside Ron. She quickly scanned the hand-scrawled message and furrowed her brow in thought as she contemplated its cryptic meaning.

Well, what do you think? she finally asked, keeping her eyes firmly in place on the message above them.

I think the Mets trading for Mike Piazza was pure genius.

About the clue!

Oh, yeah Well, I will say one thing: He cuts a pretty good rhyme.

Yeah, mad love for the lyrics, Kim panned. But that doesnt help us figure the meaning.

Youre asking me to figure this out? Ron moaned. Lets face it, Kim Ive never exactly been the sharpest pixel on the screen.

May I remind you that youre the one whos figured out every step so far? Kim reassured, reaching over to lay a comforting hand on his chest. Now cmon, baby Ill take whatever youve got.

Ron pursed his lips and stared intently at the words inscribed above him. It seemed as though he was trying to melt a hole through the steel with the strength of his gaze; as if through sheer force of will, he could divine its meaning. For nearly a minute he maintained this vigil. Then, with an exasperated sigh, he finally relaxed.

I give up, KP. He admitted, his voice filled with disappointment and disgust at having let the most important person in his life down. I guess Im just not much for word problems. Heck, I cant even figure out the placement of this flippin thing!

Meaning what exactly? Kim inquired.

Well, I mean, it just seems like a ferociously strange place to write a coded message is all. Ron explained. I mean, Im laying here, as uncomfortable as all heck, with a kink in my neck and sand in my shorts. And youre telling me this guy went to all the trouble of sneaking in here, writing this out, and sneaking back out again, while all the while dodging museum security? Why in the name of all that is warm and cheesy would somebody do all of that hassle for no good reason?

Kim furrowed her brow once again, contemplating Rons words. He made a good point, after all, she had to admit. Taking the time and trouble to post the message where they had found it was something that truly ranked as over-the-top in the presentation department. It was an extraordinarily difficult and incredibly stupid thing to do when there was no real point to it all, and that could only mean one thing

There really was a point!

Slowly, Kim glanced over at her boyfriend with a sideways grin that always indicated she was having one of her epiphany moments.

Ya know, I think youre on to something. She said with a bemused smile.

Beg pardon? Ron asked confusedly.

Without another word, Kim leaned over and planted a quick but firm kiss on his cheek. Then, she slid herself out from under the tank and got back onto her feet with Ron dutifully following suit. Briskly, she strode over to one of the nearby placards that explained the details behind the many historical displays, and Ron stood silently behind her as she intently read several paragraphs. He took special note when the corners of her mouth curled up into a wicked grin.

What? What is it? he asked excitedly, bobbing around to get a better view from over her shoulder. Kim simply turned around to face him, the grin now nearly splitting her face in two.

I know where were going. She stated, anticipation already building in her voice.

Authors Notes:

Alright! So maybe things moved a little slow in this chapter, but I thought it was necessary to lay some groundwork for future installments. Ill be picking up the pace somewhat in future chapters, so please dont open up with the flame-throwers just yet.

As a word of warning, Id like to say that updates might be somewhat slower in coming with this story when compared with my previous works. From what Ive outlined so far, this story promises to be my longest and most complex effort to date, with several minor storylines woven into the larger, overall plot. These are uncharted waters that Im now treading into, and Ill probably be moving slowly and carefully, lest I write myself into a corner and wind up not finishing the confounded thing at all!

Additionally, its only fair to warn you that I may be changing the title of this story at some point in the future. While I believe the current title does fit the story, it smacks as just a little bit clich to me. If I can think of something better, then Ill make the necessary revisions. If not, then just forget I said anything about it.

And major kudos to anyone who can figure out the meaning of the first riddle. There will be several clues like this one scattered throughout the story, so anyone whos so inclined can keep their intellect occupied and their mind wracked.

In any case, feel free to read and review at your own leisure. All input is welcome, but if youre snarky, sarcastic or just plain rude, there will be a 5.00 surcharge for putting up with you.

Copyright 2007, void where prohibited, all rights reserved, yada yada yada, so there!

Nutzkie

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