'Why shouldn't she?' Kim growled. 'He's manipulative, he's a player, he's a jerk.... It's a match made in.... the other place.'
'He's your mercenary opposite!' Monique said, staring at Kim. 'That means if she's got a thing for him, then deep down she might have a thing for.....'
Kim flinched. 'Ew!' she said loudly, feeling her skin crawling. 'Monique, don't even think that! I mean..... eeeeew!!!'
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Grimm darted into the janitor closet, closing the door softly behind him. He flattened against the wall, keeping an eye angled through the small window at the top of the door. He saw Bonnie's head flash past the glass, waited a moment then breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting a few more seconds, he tried turning the knob to go back out. He glared as the knob clicked, but did not twist. He tried turning it a few more times, but it was locked.
He gritted his teeth, shook his head, then fished the communicator from his pack. 'Jade - tell me there's a lock pick set somewhere in the bags you prepped.' he said.
Jade's face popped up on the screen. 'Uh, yeah.' she said. 'They're velcroed under the flap of the second lower side pocket.' She watched as Grimm fished out a tiny instrument from the pack and knelt in front of the door. 'And why do you need a lock pick within ten minutes of entering Middleton High?'
'Stupid crazy school.' Grimm muttered, angling the lock pick into the keyhole on the doorknob. 'What kind of idiot designs a building with a janitor closet that locks from the inside?'
Jade laughed. 'Another question - why would a student want to venture into the janitor's closet?'
'Don't ask.' Grimm muttered.
'That just makes me want to ask...' Jade smiled.
Grimm glowered. The lock wasn't turning, and he tried a different angle to get a feel for the tumblers. He'd broken into secret labs with easier locks than this one. 'I was... hiding.' he said sheepishly.
'From who?' You haven't even been there half an hour yet - have you already got enemies?'
'No! It was..... Bonnie.' he said, and he bit his lip.
Jade was staring. 'Grimm are you blushing? What happened?'
Grimm hesitated, still fiddling with the lock. 'She... came on to me.' he said. There was a sudden squeal of laughter from the communicator. Grimm looked away from the lock to stare angrily at the screen and Jade quickly stopped.
'Sorry.' she said, stifling another laugh behind her hand. 'What kind of come-on?' she said.
'Roaring.' Grimm muttered.
'Grimm half the girls at school have got an eye on you, and you've never hid in a closet before.' Jade said, still smiling. 'What makes this one different?'
Grimm's mouth pulled into a grimace. 'Because if Bonnie has a thing for me right off the bat, then it means... you know... he might...'
'Ew!' Jade said, suddenly waving her hands as if she were swatting away invisible mosquitoes. 'Grimm - I mean.... eewwwwwww!!!'
'Hence, the blushing.' Grimm said.
Jade shivered. 'Well - I advise finding a way to deal with it that doesn't involve closets.' she said. 'Who knows how long you'll be there?'
Grimm nodded. 'This is gonna be tougher than I thought.' Finally, the lock gave a loud click and stowing the lock pick, Grimm stepped back into the hall and headed for Kim's first class.
He caught up with Kim a few yards down the hall and fell in step behind her. She looked over her shoulder angrily. 'Stop doing that!' Kim said in a hissing whisper.
'Doing what?' said Grimm.
'Following me so close!' Kim said. 'You look like a secret service bodyguard or something!'
'I kind of am.' he answered.
'Well try to look a little less mercenary-ey!'
'How?' Grimm said, his face twitching briefly with exasperation.
'I don't know - follow 'casually' or something!' Grimm breathed a frustrated sigh as he followed Kim into the classroom. He started to sit right behind Kim but she glared at him and motioned further back. Grimm sighed again and sat two desks away from her.
Kim blinked as class started, for Mr. Barkin entered and was sitting behind the teacher's desk. 'Good morning students.' he said in his normal half-bellow. 'Mrs. O'Whiggens, your normal History teacher, was throwing out the trash when she threw out her back as well. I will be filling in until she recovers.'
He called roll, glaring at Kim for an extra second after calling her name, then saw Grimm seated two rows behind her. 'Sunglasses off mister.' he said loudly, and Grimm complied. Barkin took in the bruising around the eye, but said nothing until he looked over his attendance list. 'You must be... Grimm Probable - our temporary transfer.' he said, flipping through his pages.
'Yes sir, Mr. Barkin.' Grimm answered, his voice taking on a military style crispness.
Barkin looked at him warily. 'Well - welcome aboard Mr. Probable.' he said. 'Hopefully you won't be using the time away from your normal school to slack off while you're here.'
'No sir.' Grimm answered.
Kim glanced back at him, her eyes narrowing. She couldn't tell if he was trying to make fun of Barkin or not with his GI Joe style answers. But the lessons went normally for an hour until the bell rang.
The other students were filing out and Kim was collecting her things and getting ready to leave, when she heard Barkin's voice crack over her like a whip. 'Probable!' he said, 'A word if you please.'
Kim thought about bailing on Grimm, then decided she would rather stick around to see if Barkin was assigning him extra homework. She expected Grimm to slouch over, looking surly or to be smirking insolently, and was surprised to see him march up to Barkin and give him a salute. 'How may I help you, sir?' he said.
Barkin glanced towards Kim. 'I didn't ask you to stay, Possible.' he said.
'It's all right, sir.' Grimm said. 'I am assisting Kim Possible in her search for the missing Ron Stoppable - sir.'
'Is that so?' said Mr. Barkin, his attention fixing back onto Grimm. 'Then you should also know I don't tolerate smart alecs or trouble-makers in this school, Mr. Probable.'
'I would never presume to make trouble in a school overseen by Lieutenant Stephen Barkin, sir!' said Grimm.
Mr. Barkin looked surprised, but still wary. 'How exactly do you know me, mister?' he said, glowering.
'Everyone knows the name Barkin sir - you're a legend in the Marine Corps! You helped save the world....'
'Shhh!' Barkin hissed. 'That's classified information, Probable!'
Mr. Barkin looked at him more keenly. 'You seem well informed.'
'Information is power - sir!'
'Dangerously well informed.' he said, still looking suspicious. 'I've dealt with suck-ups before, Probable. You think that buttering me up will get you in my good books?'
'No sir!' said Grimm, his straight expression never wavering. 'The Barkin I've heard of would never fall for such a cheap ruse, sir!'
Barkin regarded him for a moment. 'How'd you get the shiner, soldier?' he said.
Grimm paused for a splintered second before answering. 'I questioned Kim Possible's abilities - sir.' he said.
Barkin actually smiled. 'Not exactly a smart way to begin your stay here, Probable.'
'I hope to increase said intelligence while attending this educational bulwark - sir.'
Barkin seemed to relax slightly. 'Carry on, then.' he said.
Grimm saluted again, then turned and stood next to Kim, as if waiting for her to move first. Kim had watched the whole exchange with conflicting emotions, but she left the classroom and waited until they were in the bustle of the hallway. 'What was that all about?' she said, growling and not even bothering to look behind her as she walked.
'What do you mean?' said Grimm, wearily.
'That whole 'sir-de-sir-sir' routine.' Kim said.
'I'm just showing an authority figure the proper respect.' Grimm answered.
'Like fun you are.' Kim said, her voice lowering. 'Barkin doesn't know you like I do - so don't use that fake respect angle to try and pull off any funny business!'
Kim was walking faster and faster in her anger, and Grimm jogged to keep up with her. 'You made me promise to be good, I try to comply, and all you do is complain.' Grimm said, 'Would you be happier if I tried messing with him?'
'I'd be happier if you just kept your mouth shut while you're here and didn't do anything. Especially that!' she said, stopping and pointing at him.
'What?' said Grimm.
'The eyebrow!' she said. 'You keep raising it every time you look at anything. What's the deal?'
Grimm shook his head. 'Nothing.' he said quietly.
By the end of the next class, Kim was heartily sick of having Grimm tailing her. She couldn't shake the impression that despite his promise, he was secretly observing her and appraising her, trying to learn more about her techniques and her doings to use as weapons against her in their next encounter. She felt somehow pressured to try and make the day something special or extraordinary to impress or intimidate him.
But the lessons were the normal, standard stuff. Grimm seemed to be taking notes and studying the same as everyone else, and even answered a couple of questions when called on. She met up with Monique again for their algebra class, but instead of Ms. Merical, Kim saw Barkin sitting behind the teacher's desk. She sighed and braced herself for something weird and was not disappointed.
'Good morning class.' said Mr. Barkin. 'Ms. Merical is recovering from a bizarre accident involving paper cuts and lemon juice, so I will be your temporary algebra teacher today.'
Monique groaned. 'Barkined again.' she whispered, and Kim nodded.
Two seats behind Kim, she heard Grimm whisper. 'What - does this happen often?'
'Like every day.' Monique said.
Grimm said nothing more, but a few seconds later, Kim heard the telltale beeping of an electronic device. She turned, looking around the person sitting behind her, and saw Grimm putting his communicator away. She also saw the door leading into the classroom open a crack, and a swish of brown fur as Rueful's tail whipped out of sight.
She almost jumped out of her desk to confront Grimm, but he didn't seem to be doing anything else. His attention was focused on the equations Mr. Barkin was writing on the blackboard. And the rest of the lesson proceeded with it's usual numerical torpor.
When the bell rang, Kim pulled Monique aside. 'Mon, you were in a better position for watching Grimm - what did he do during the class?'
'He... took notes.' said Monique, looking confused. 'That ferret he's carrying around zipped out of the class early on, but it came back about half-way through.'
Kim felt her face going red. She looked around, but Grimm wasn't there. She stormed out into the hallway with Monique in tow, whirling around and looking. She spotted Grimm leaning against the opposite wall, talking into his communicator. As she went up to him, she heard his voice and Jade's.
'Are you sure about this?' Grimm was saying.
'Looks like it.' Jade answered. 'Annoying, but harmless.'
Grimm chuckled. 'Confirm it if you can. It could be useful....' Then he looked up into Kim's angry face. 'Gotta go.' he said, then flipped his communicator shut and slid it into his bookbag. 'All right, what are you mad at now?' he said.
'Where did you send your weasel during Algebra?' she said.
'He's not my weasel, he's Rhonda's.' Grimm said. 'I'm just looking after him...'
'Don't change the subject!' Kim said. 'What are you up to?'
'Nothing sinister.' said Grimm, his face taking on the aggrieved expression of an innocent man wrongly accused. 'In fact, it's something that may make your life easier.'
'You - make my life easier? That's a laugh for a start.' Kim growled.
'Whatever.' Grimm said. 'We hitting your next class or what?'
'I want to know what you're up to!' Kim said loudly.
'Nothing.' said Grimm defiantly. 'I'm just gathering information. It may help you and it may not, I don't know yet. But it's got nothing to do with the Ron sitch.' He started moving down the hall. 'You coming?' he said pointedly.
Kim gritted her teeth and pushed her way past him.
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Drakken was being pulled along by a strong hand. A blindfold of thick gauze was wound twice around his eyes. The air around him felt chilly, and his footsteps echoed as if he were in some kind of cavern, but beyond that he could tell nothing about his surroundings.
He stumbled on what felt like a loose rock and nearly fell to his knees. But the hand leading him was still pulling and actually dragged him a few inches before he scrambled and regained his footing.
'Slow down!' he grated. 'Some of us are blindfolded you know!' But soon he felt a hand pushing against his chest and he came to a stop. For a few seconds, there was nothing. 'Well?' he said. 'Are we at the secret clubhouse yet?'
He felt the gauze being pulled from his eyes and he blinked. Shego was standing silently next to him, her stone body rigid but attentive. He looked around and saw crates, parts and equipment, all surrounded by pitch blackness that was broken only by a few bright lights high above. He looked around a vast underground cave with a rough stone floor. He heard tapping and hammering far back in the depths of the cavern beyond his sight, like masons working.
In another section of the cavern, he saw a large machine connected to several banks of computers, with cables spreading out around it. His eyes lingered on the machine, for it was something his abilities and experience at least understood - far better than the unsettling and mysterious cave in which he stood.
'Impressive, don't you think?' came a smooth voice. Drakken turned and saw Monkey Fist approaching, followed by Maze. 'It's not the HenchCo time-share, but lately I'm into function rather than form.'
Drakken approached the machine, but paused as he drew level with Monkey Fist. 'Go on, take a closer look.' said Monkey Fist. 'It's this machine we would like you to acquaint yourself with. Your technical skills are what will earn you the reward we promised.'
Drakken blinked and walked up to the machine, inspecting the wiring, the computers and the support structure. 'You say you want a bigger version of this?' he said at last.
'Yes.' said Monkey Fist. 'And... feel free to suggest any improvements to its overall design and function that come to your mind.'
'That won't take long!' said Drakken, tugging at a tangled bunch of wires. 'Honestly, I'm surprised this thing could even boot up - it looks like it was thrown together by a monkey or something!'
From off to the side, the flicker of a smile sped across Maze's lips, but for several seconds there was heavy silence. 'I'll pretend I didn't hear that.' Monkey Fist said at last.
'Sorry.' said Drakken sheepishly. Then he resumed his inspection of the machine, eventually moving to the table where the connected components were clustered. 'Hmm...' he said, taking out his magnification goggles and donning them. 'An Oscillation Overthruster! Always wanted one of those... Waveform Harmonicizer... CMC Transmat... Universal Decryption Matrix....' He looked up, sliding off the goggles and staring at Monkey Fist. 'These are the primary components for....'
'Professor Dementor's Ultra-Atmospheric Jammer.' said Monkey Fist. 'Quite right.'
Drakken twined his fingers together, grinning wickedly. 'O-ho! So that's your game, is it?' he said. 'Possible destroyed Dementor's Jammer some time ago - now that the heat's off, you're trying to quietly finish the work that he started!'
Monkey Fist smirked. 'Something like that.' he said.
Drakken was circling the table and inspecting the readouts on the computer monitors. 'Well I was never one to shy away from ripping off someone else's work.' he said. 'Very clever....'
Monkey Fist and Maze stared at him as he continued looking over the devices with renewed interest. 'Well?' Monkey Fist said at last.
'I think I can help.' said Drakken smugly. 'I can certainly rewire this mish-mash to make sure it doesn't blow up the next time you try to use it. But this mini version isn't nearly powerful enough to disrupt the global satellite network. You'll need it to be much bigger.'
'Which I believe is the reason we brought you here in the first place.' Monkey Fist drawled impatiently.
'Oh! Yes....' Drakken said. He was now looking around the cavern, and dashed over to where the boxes and crates were stacked. 'Not enough.' he said at last, returning to the table. 'We'll need more circuits, more metal, a stronger power source....'
'Can you compose a comprehensive list of what we will require?' said Monkey Fist.
'Certainly!' said Drakken, sounding insulted.
Monkey Fist was sliding the keyboard of one of the computers towards him. 'Compose it.' he said.
Drakken paused. 'We could just go back to my lair, I can retool a lot of my stuff and save some time...'
Drakken peered around Monkey Fist to stare at Maze. 'The machines will be built here.' said the shadow shaman.
'I don't even know where here is!' Drakken groused at him angrily. 'And who are you anyway? You weren't at the last HenchCo convention!'
'That is not your concern.' said Maze darkly. 'You will build the machines here. The work must remain secret.'
'I'm afraid he is quite right.' said Monkey Fist. 'How many times has Kim Possible found and destroyed your lair...?'
'Only once!' Drakken shouted. But at a withering look from Monkey Fist, he seemed to deflate. 'Or twice....' he said. Monkey Fist continued glaring at him. '...this month.'
'The machines will be built here.' said Maze again. 'Where Mi'kksiistsikomma cannot find them. And you must remain here until they are finished.'
Drakken was sputtering. 'That wasn't part of the deal!' he yelled. 'What about my equipment - my labs? My cocoa-moo?'
'Anything you need will be brought to you.' said Monkey Fist. 'So I suggest you begin by composing your list. The sooner the tasks are done, the sooner you will have your cocoa-moo.'
'But what about manpower?' Drakken said. 'I'll need my henchmen for the heavy lifting at least!'
'Manpower won't be an issue.' said Monkey Fist, and he snapped his fingers, the sound echoing through the air. The noise of stonework coming from the darkness of the inner cavern stopped at once and Drakken turned slowly as he heard a dull thumping of many heavy footsteps. From the gloom, a number of figures lumbered forward. They looked like normal people except they were made of stone. They stopped once they had formed a semi-circle around Monkey Fist and Maze, and waited.
'Well,' said Monkey Fist after several silent seconds. 'Shall we get to work?'
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A squelching mass flotched onto a tray in the cafeteria at Middleton High. Grimm looked at the grey, steaming pool. 'What is this?' he said, looking up at the lunch lady.
'Mystery Meat.' the woman answered flatly, looking severe and intimidating as she always did with her scowling face and her hairnet. 'It's mysteriously delicious.'
Grimm regarded his tray for a moment. 'This could cause a stampede to beets.' he said.
'Glad you like it.' she said. 'Next!'
Grimm moved towards an empty table, but paused as a clutch of girls seemed to zip in out of nowhere and fill every chair but one, looking at him expectantly. He raised his eyebrow, then turned and moved towards a vacant table. The girls seemed to pass by him in a flash and occupy that table as well, looking at him and waiting.
He sighed and looked over at Kim's table, where she sat with Monique. He made as if to move towards another empty table, waited until the girls started moving, then he quickly changed direction and darted to Kim's table, taking one of the empty seats. The girls stared at Kim and Monique with undisguised resentment.
Most of the members of the football team were seated at another table. Whether intentionally or not, they hung out nearly as much off the field as they did on. Their ringleader was Nick Tragg. Nick had eagerly stepped into the role of 'alpha male' which had been vacated by Brick the previous year. For the most part, they left Ron alone as long as he kept winning games. Though they were still sources of school wide mischief towards anyone they felt was an easy mark - including exchange students. They were all glaring at Grimm as he took his seat.
'Who is that guy?' said one of the other jocks.
'Donno.' Nick muttered. 'He just showed up today, says he's a transfer student from some other school.'
Another spoke up. 'Well I don't like it - all the cute girls are flying around him like goths.'
'That's moths.' Nick growled. 'Jeez Cliff, this is a school - try and sound a little less thick.'
Cliff shrank into silence, but another member of the squad piped in. 'What's he doing at the same table with Possible? Is he moving in on Stoppable's turf?'
'Beats me.' Nick said. 'But if he's putting the moves on our running back's squeeze, that means he's wandering onto the team's turf.'
'So what do we do?' Cliff ventured. 'Sanctions?'
But Nick was looking at his cafeteria tray. 'Nah - I think it's time we showed the new guy that there's a food chain at Middleton High, and when you're from out of town - you start at the bottom.'
Grimm looked resentful as he sat down. 'I can't believe I have to eat with you guys just so your sheep classmates will back off.' Grimm muttered, ignoring the Mystery Meat and picking at the vegetables instead. 'Doesn't this school have any other guys they could hassle?'
'Why are you bothering to eat?' said Monique, smiling. 'Sounds like you're already pretty full of yourself.'
Grimm looked coldly at her, but said nothing. He opened his bookbag and Rueful slithered out onto the table. The weasel took a look at the mystery meat and let out a high-pitched wheeze of disgust before turning to a small tub of feed that Grimm had fished out of his pack and set on the table.
Rufus was eating his food with the normal gusto, but both weasel and naked mole rat kept looking up from their food occasionally to glare at each other. Monique noted with some amusement that Kim and Grimm were doing pretty much the same thing.
'So.... silence anyone?' Monique said after a few minutes. Neither Kim nor Grimm said anything. 'I'm having a great day, Monique.' said Monique, looking to her left. Then turning to her right she said, 'Me too, Monique!' Then she whipped her head back and forth as if holding conclave with herself.
'Well, my BF's kind of quiet, but probably because her WE is here.'
'Oh - good one! You are so clever Monique!'
'So, any chance they'll lighten up?'
'I donno, but if they get any more friendly they're gonna start throwing punches.'
Grimm looked steadily more impatient as she talked. Finally he broke in as Monique paused for a breath. 'With all this food, you think we could spend some time eating?' An instant later he lurched forward as a square of Jell-O splattered against the back of his head, sending lime green fragments everywhere. Kim and Monique shielded themselves from the worst of it with their arms.
'Eat that, new guy!' came a loud voice from a few tables down.
Kim looked towards the table where Nick was seated with other members of the football team. All of them were sneering and chuckling. There was a ripple of laughter through the cafeteria as Grimm used several napkins to mop off the worst of the jell-o bomb from his hair and neck. Rueful was on all fours, growling and hissing at Nick's table. A dangerous gleam was in Grimm's eyes.
'Don't even think about it!' Kim said. 'You're not the only one they've pasted.'
Grimm tasted some of the Jell-O that was still clinging to his fingers and the gleam vanished. 'Better than your Mystery Meat.' he said, muttering. 'Excuse me.' He stood up and Rueful leaped onto his arm, crawling up his shoulder and into the bookbag as Grimm hefted it. He left the cafeteria, heading towards the bathrooms, bowing as a few students applauded and whistled mockingly.
Kim's mood lightened considerably after Grimm left. 'I shouldn't have enjoyed that.' she said. 'It's immature jock-i-ness. But since it was Grimm...'
'Still, you gotta admit, he was pretty Zen about the whole thing.' said Monique. 'Could he have used kung-fu to mess them up?'
'Yeah.' said Kim suspiciously. 'I'll just put that in the hopper along with a bunch of other stuff I want him to explain.' she said quietly.
'Might not want to obsess over him too much.' Monique said.
'What?' Kim said. 'I am so not obsessing over Grimm!'
Monique bent forward and lowered her voice. 'Girl, you were cutting your salad.' she said. 'That's obsessing. You brought me on to help you out with this guy. Part of that's guarding you from him.'
'And you're doing great.' Kim said. 'Your Moniqueness is definitely taking some of his edge off.'
'And partly,' Monique spoke over Kim, 'I think it'll also mean guarding you from you.'
'Don't worry.' said Kim. 'Me and me just don't want him to get away with anything.'
'But it kind of looks like you're stalking him as much as he's tailing you.'
'Stalking?' Kim said.
'You're always wondering what he's up to.' Monique said.
'Because he's always up to something!' Kim shot back.
'Doesn't look like it so far.' Monique said. 'Might want to dial it back unless he actually tries something.' Kim blinked. 'Otherwise some people might think you're obsessing.' Monique finished with a smile, and she waved at Bonnie, who was looking at Kim as if she were made of Mystery Meat.
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With nearly everyone still in the cafeteria, the restroom was deserted. Grimm cleaned up as best he could and made sure his hair and shirt didn't have any gelatin sticking anywhere. 'I'll be lime-scented the rest of the day.' he thought resentfully. 'Now I remember why I never went in for football.' Rueful was hopping from sink to sink and looking at himself curiously in the wall mirror. Grimm was just smoothing his hair back in place when the communicator beeped and he fished it from his hip pouch.
'Yo G-man.' said Jade's voice. 'Might not want to turn on the communicator so fast in a men's room!'
'Relax Jade, we're alone.' Grimm said. 'What have you got?'
'Confirmation on the Barkin sitch.' Jade answered. 'I triple-checked the info I gathered when Rueful accessed Barkin's computer.' she paused. 'You gonna use it?'
'Not yet.' Grimm said, shaking his head.
Jade looked surprised. 'You seem pretty laid back today.' she said. 'Normally you'd be all over this stuff. And I just took a peek on the school secur-i-cam. Care for some jell-o?'
'Your point?' said Grimm, looking vaguely annoyed.
'You said you wouldn't make trouble.' said Jade. 'When Possible played you, you turned the whole world upside-down to get back at her. What are you going to do to the food-fighters?'
'Right now, nothing.' said Grimm, but there was resentment in his voice.
'Very Zen.' said Jade. 'Or are you just biding your time to plot horrible, flaming vengeance?' Jade said.
Grimm shook his head again. 'The Possible paybacks were different. That was business. This was just immature jock-i-ness. If they were trying to beat me up - well, that would change things. Too bad they didn't follow me here to try and mix it up.' He smiled faintly at the communicator. 'This is just me doing my bit to find Rhonda.' he said. 'I'd let the whole cafeteria pelt me with Mystery Meat to bring her back.'
'Mystery Meat?' said Jade.
'Don't ask.' Grimm muttered. 'I'm taking the promise seriously.' he said. 'Everyone was hammering me for not knowing how to help. How am I doing now?'
'It's a start.' said Jade. Then she paused. 'There's one more thing.' she said. 'You know how the whatever-it-is Monkey Fist is using has been blocking our attempts to find them?'
'Yeah.' said Grimm.
'Well, I've been thinking.' she said quietly. 'It's possible they could also use it to monitor our communications.'
There was silence as Grimm stared at the communicator. He remembered how false signals had led him to where he was ambushed by Monkey Fist in the UNIT labs. Information is power, he thought to himself again. 'Possible's too?'
'Could be.' Jade said. 'I don't know if they've tried it yet - or if they've got wind that you and Lady K are hanging out. But after what they did to Rhonda and Ron, I think they'd be real curious if they knew the BF and the GF were putting their heads together. I'd want an earful if it was me.'
Grimm sighed. 'I think it's almost time we told them everything Monkey Fist and Maze have gathered.'
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After lunch, the rest of the day had gone almost normally. Kim almost reached a point where she could forget Grimm was a few seats away from her in every class. Finally, the last bell had rung and she had gone at once to the gym to get ready for cheer practice.