the armrests of his seat as the supersonic jet roared through the sky.
Why did he always have to eat so much? He knew that at any given moment,
he could be pulled along on a high speed jet ride, or be careening the
skies on a parachute, or riding some roller-coaster of doom, but he
still stuffed his face every afternoon. Kim was talking to the pilot.
'Thanks for giving us this lift Mr. Willis.' she said brightly, lowering
the visor of her helmet.
'Not a problem, Ms. Possible.' said WIllis. 'It's the least I could
do after you saved my plane from crashing over Area 51.'
'No big!' she said. 'Anyone could fix a damaged fuselage with bobby-pins
while hanging from a wing at 2,000 feet.'
Willis glanced over his shoulder. 'No big?' he said, 'Do people still
Kim felt a sinking sensation inside her that had nothing to do with
the g-forces of the plane.
Ron gulped. His mucho-grande size meal was churning inside him. He heard
Kim shout back at him. 'We're over the drop point, Ron! Let's go!'
Ron unbuckled his seat belt and stood up wearily, the parachute strapped
on his back rankled uncomfortably against his neck. As he approached
the open door at the side of the plane and stared out into the empty
void of blue sky, he turned to Kim. 'Just once - couldn't we land
at an airport?'
Kim gave him a dour look and jumped out of the plane, pulling Ron after
her. 'Waugh!!' Ron squealed as they tumbled out into the air.
a few mintues later, they were strolling through the corridors of the
Stafford science labs, with Professor Lloyd escorting them. Ron was
staggering and clutching his stomach. Luckily, or unluckily, he and
his lunch had not parted company during their plummet toward the earth,
nor during the back-and-forth descent with their parachutes. The halls
were as antiseptic and orderly as Kim had ever seen in any of the many
top secret facilities she had been to, but there was a very high number
of guards posted at every door.
'As you can see Ms. Possible,' said Professor Lloyd, a short rotund
man with glasses and a rather thick German accent, 'since we were contacted,
the entire base has been mobilized. No one can get past our security.
Still, I was glad to summon you, for you can never have too much protection.'
'Can you tell us who it was who tipped you off?' said Kim.
'Curious thing,' said Lloyd. 'They sent this letter. You can see for
yourself.' He handed Kim a ragged piece of paper. Kim opened it and
Ron leaned in, with Rufus scampering up his arm and perching on his
The note seemed like it was pasted up from various letters cut out of
magazines. It read, "On the night that falls in yet two days,
your deadliest weapons will be stolen away". Kim held up the
note to her Kimunnicator. 'Wade - you seeing this?'
'Yeah,' came Wade's voice. 'Analyzing.'
Ron sniffed. 'Is that note... perfumed?' he said, looking puzzled.
Kim sniffed too. 'Yeah - and it seems familiar.'
Wade piped in. 'It should. That note was pasted up from letters cut
out of an article in "Teen Scene" magazine. The paper and
font are a perfect match.'
Kim nodded. 'The perfume samples in the ad pages!'
Ron smiled and raised an eyebrow. 'How did you know it was "Teen
Scene"?' he asked. 'Isn't it written for girls?'
Wade looked uncomfortable. 'I've... uh, heard about it.' he said.
Kim came to his rescue. 'So we're looking for - what - teenagers who
need top secret weapons?'
Wade shrugged. 'If it's the same people who were helping Aviarius, the
weapons here could be just the thing to use for a jailbreak.'
Kim was all business. 'The note came here the night before last. If
it's telling the truth, the theft will be tonight.'
Ron's voice rose to it's high pitched squeal. 'But that's crazy! With
all these goons running around, how do they expect to pull it off?'
'I don't know,' said Kim, looking intense. 'But when they get to the
labs, they'll be in for a surprise!'