WARNING: This fic and chapter contains mild sexual content, adult language, and violence. Reader discretion is advised…

Four Years Later …

Moscow, Russia

"Are you sure you have the mission objectives, Shadow?"

"Yes, for the hundredth time, Snake: Get inside, get to know the arms dealer, Juan Martinez, and get the information on the terrorists he's dealing with, also see what I can find out about our late pal Ocelot's final projects he had already started rolling. And get out … with minimal fuss."

"Let's keep the body count as low as possible as we informed Red Fox. Speaking of which, don't lose your cool on her set-up. She's going to do her job to the best of her ability. The same as you would."

"I know, doesn't mean I have to like her flirting with that slime."

"Manners, Shadow, you have to make him like you."

"Whatever, look, I'm about to make my entry, Shadow Snake out."

"Good luck and LOW BODY COUNT!"

METAL GEAR SHADOW 2: RED FOX

Freedom's Never Free

The Dance club was lightly lit and the sound of techno music filled the air as a man stepped toward the bar. He was just less than six foot tall, and built like a professional quarterback or a marine, dressed in black slacks and a matching tank top. His shaggy blond hair hung loosely just above his shoulders with an eye patch over an eye, which was the junction of a scar that crossed his face from his forehead to his right cheek. "What'll it be, American?"

The man turned his one brown eye to the barkeep, "How'd you know I was an American?" he asked the Russian bartender.

"American flag on your arm," the bartender said, pointing to his tattoo, "Not many around here would have that, American."

"Not bad, and give me a beer." He said, sitting down on a stool.

"Army?" the Bartender asked, purring a glass for the American.

"Trained in Special Forces, I guess you could say I'm freelance now," the American replied, "that's kind of why I'm here, lookin' for work. Name's Stoppable."

"Then you must wish to speak with Mr. Martinez, wait … Stoppable?" the bartender narrowed his eyes on the man, "Ron Stoppable? Of Team Possible? I will definitely help you get in with Mr. Martinez, Mr. Stoppable! After how you and Kim Possible saved my son and daughter from that fish-monster years ago!"

"As KP used to say, no big," Ron waved it off, running his hand over his clean shaven face.

"You seemed close; what became of you and Ms. Possible?" the bartender asked curiously.

"Haven't seen Kim in four years, pal," Ron smiled sadly, "Now about that introduction with Martinez?"

Ron was led into a private room in the back of the club. He looked around the room and spotted the one who had to be Juan Martinez, he being the only one of Spanish decent in the room. Ron didn't have time to approach him. "Mr. Stoppibul, a pleasure to finally meet you." Martinez said, taking Ron's hand in a handshake. "But it brings curiosity to me that a hero such as yourself is here seeking me; why is that?"

"Hero?" Ron snorted, looking away "I learned a long time ago there's no such thing. I work for the highest bidder now; good or bad."

"That is sad to hear, but also relief," Martinez nodded, "Team Possible was a force to fear a few years ago, no?"

"Yeah, we were a good team …" Ron agreed, his eyes glazing over as he remembered, but shook his head and smiled at the arms dealer, "I'm looking for work."

"I am interested in having you on, Mr. Stoppibul, but we are here to have fun, not talk work." Martinez reasoned before setting down, "If you must talk work, my laptop is in the next room."

"Nah, it's ok. You're right; we're here to have fun," Ron said, sitting down and tapping his leg over his pants pocket, "So … what's fun?"

Martinez snapped his fingers and the door opened and in walked a group of scantily clad women.

A blond and a brunette immediately went to Ron and began to run their hands over his arms and shoulders. "Booyah …" Ron breathed, giving a forced grin at the American dancer giving Martinez a lap dance. She was wearing a far too tight black dress that stopped at the top of her thighs, and opened back, showing a tattoo on the small of her back of a fox and snake curled together sleeping. Her long red hair ran down her shoulders stopping just below her shoulders where two more tattoos could be made out on her slightly defined arm: a fox with a flag and a red fox just below it.

Ron narrowed his eye, letting out a small growl at the sight. The redhead heard this, spun around for a second, and mouthed the word 'later' before turning back and continuing to roll her hips before the arms dealer as if it was part of her dance.

Ron snorted, and reached up to fondle the chest of the two girls giving him attention. The redhead glanced back, and when she saw what he was doing, the glance became a glare before she intensified her own dance for the arms dealer. She gave one last warning glance, and Ron mouthed 'Later' to her.

"A RAT!" One of the girls on Ron's lap screamed and they jumped out of the way of the naked mole rat with a memory stick in his mouth jumping into Ron's lap.

"Get it, buddy?" Ron asked, as a smile spread across the redhead's face, and a confused look crossed Martinez's. His pet nodded excitedly, "Way to go, Rufus! Let's go, Fox!" He said as he drew two pistols from his pants and tossed one to the redhead.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Martinez barked as the stripper smirked down at him.

"Oh, just about screwing you," She said with a grin as Ron tossed her a gun. "And not in the good way."

"You bitch!" Martinez snapped as he started to get up, but screamed and fell down when she shot him in the crotch.

"That's Ms. Bitch to you, stud," Red Fox said before kicking the man in the face, "We got the stuff, Shadow, let's roll!"

"There should be a chopper en route!" Ron yelled in reply as the duo dashed out of the room, firing on any security that got in the way.

Kim kicked off the wall, bringing the high heel of her shoe into a guard's face before spinning around to fire her gun at two more guards coming around a corner. "Top that, baby," She winked at Ron.

"Ask and ye shall receive," Ron grinned, rolling along the floor to throw two daggers at a couple of guards before drawing his custom 45. SOCOMs to take down four newcomers by putting a single bullet in each head. "Not bad for a one eye?" Ron said, winking his good eye at his girlfriend.

"Show off," Kim rolled her eyes as they continued on toward the roof.

The two made it through the club to the rooftop and with all their ammo for once. "That was almost too easy," Ron said as the helicopter lifted the two away into the Moscow sky.

"Maybe or maybe they just weren't expecting us," Kim shrugged.

"Maybe you're right, KP," Ron said, staring down at the club doubtfully.

Meanwhile inside the club a second figure, known as Light Snake, stepped into the office, dressed in a white body suit. "That went as expected."

"SHE SHOT ME IN THE CROTCH!" Martinez cried, flopping around on the floor.

"As I said …" he said emotionlessly, "That went as expected."

"SHE SHOT ME IN THE CROTCH!" The arms dealer cried/screamed/whimpered, still rolling around on the floor curled in a ball.

"It's probably a good thing for the gene pool anyway," Light Snake stated before touching his ear, "Light Snake to base, come in."

"Did they get the information we wanted them to?" came a young voice over Light Snake's com.

"Yes, that'll keep them occupied for a while," Light grinned, "Until I'm ready to pay Kimmie and her little Cyclops boy toy back."

Washington D.C.

Five hours later …

Kim yawned as they entered the headquarters of Unit Foxhound. "Stupid debriefing … I want my hot bath now … dancing for that freak and him looking at me like he did makes me feel … all dirty." she complained as she and Ron walked into the base.

"Just talking to the guy made me want to scrub brush my whole body." Ron shivered, "Though I liked his idea of fun." He smirked, earning a murderous glare from his girlfriend. "Just he had my favorite concept of fun on his lap instead of mine." He said quickly, and the smile on Kim's face showed he had dodged the bullet.

"AUNTIE KIMMIE!" Two small voices screamed as Kim was slammed into her midsection by a redheaded boy and a blonde headed girl sending her hard on the floor.

Ron smiled down at his girlfriend, who was being hugged by the three and four year old children of Hal and Meryl and Raiden and Rose. Hal and Meryl named their first born son Dave while Jack (Raiden) and Rose called their daughter Emma, after Hal's younger sister.

"Hey, Snake," Ron grinned as the commander of Unit Foxhound approached in a military uniform. "I have an idea! Foxhound Day Care! Looks like you do an excellent job keeping an eye on the kids!"

"Kiss my ass, Shadow," Solid Snake growled, narrowing his eyes on his former student.

"Yeah!" Dave piped up, smiling at Snake and Ron, "Kiss his ass, Shadow!"

Snake's eyes widened for a moment before giving a small smile to the boy, "Remember what we talked about talking like me, kiddo?"

"Yes, what was said there, Snake?" Meryl's voice sounded behind the commander.

Snake glanced back at an angry redhead with her hands on her hips. "Meryl," Snake gulped, "I told him not to copy me 'sall. I doubt you'd be pleased if he started talking like me so … I told him not to …"

Meryl narrowed her eyes on her ex before glancing to the two kids sitting on Kim. "Kids, let's go, Auntie Kimmie and Uncle Ronnie have work to do."

Ron helped Kim up as the two kids followed Meryl down the hallway.

"Ok, you two," Snake said, crossing his arms, "Time to talk." He said and neither Kim nor Ron liked his tone of voice.

"Two hour debriefing …" Ron groaned as he laid on the queen-sized bed in his and Kim's shared quarters. "We didn't kill THAT many people, damn it. …Where's Rufus?"

"He's staying with Emma tonight," Kim called through the bathroom door. "He loves the kid."

"So just me and you tonight, huh?" Ron asked, a grin slowly growing on his face.

"Yup," Kim voice seemed to purr from the other side of the door.

Ten minutes later, Ron was still lying alone in bed. "Are you spending the night in there, KP?"

"Um … Ron?" Kim asked somewhat timidly.

"Yeah?" Ron asked, blinking his eye and turning to face the bathroom door.

"Are my … breasts too small?" Kim asked in an almost child-like soft voice.

"What?" Ron blanched, "What made you think that?"

"Well …" Kim opened the door of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of Ron's boxer shorts. "Those girls you were with tonight … you seemed to like theirs. And theirs were a lot bigger and fuller than these." She said, holding out her arms, giving him a full view of her medium B-cup chest. "Plus, you said to the bartender you hadn't seen me in years …"

"Kim," Ron gave a small chuckle, sitting up, "That was all part of the act. You can't go by anything I say or do on a mission. You know that, right?" Ron asked his lover. "I love you, Kim. Always have. Always will."

"I love you too, Ron, but … if you're not happy with this …" She said, motioning to her body, "I've made enough in Foxhound to … make the girls more appealing."

"Where did this come from?" Ron said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her down onto the bed and into a hug.

"Well … Mei Ling, Meryl, Rose, even Mom have bigger natural chests than me!" Kim sighed in frustration as she melted into her lover's arms. "And don't lie and say you haven't noticed."

"KP, Kim, baby, it's your body; if you want bigger boobs, then get bigger boobs. If you don't, then that's fine with me too." Ron stated, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "Those don't matter, Kim; you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen no matter what. Understand?"

"But …" Kim started, but was silenced when Ron captured her lips in a kiss and brought his rough hand to her chest to fondle and toy.

"Understood?" He asked again as he broke the kiss.

"Yeah …" She replied unsurely with half closed eyes, "And I believe I owe you a lap dance from tonight, huh, lover?"

"Yeah, I believe so …" Ron grinned.

"Ok, but would you take something more than that?" Kim asked mischievously before pinning him down in the bed and taking his lips in for another hard kiss.

Elsewhere in Washington D.C.

The young man known as Light Snake walked intently through the corridors of the hidden Patriots Stronghold before coming to a stop at his destination. He stood before the door to one of the more higher ranking quarters before throwing open the door and stepping inside.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Shego rolled her eyes toward the intruder from her spot between the two men, all three naked. "Who told you to cover up?" she growled at the two men trying to cover themselves.

"Get dressed. We have work to do." Light Snake stated, unaffected by the scene.

"Aw, can't it wait just a few minutes?" Shego asked, "You can join the fun. I've got one more entryway here with your cute name written all over it." She grinned, tapping the corner of her mouth.

"Maybe later," Light Snake stated, "Right now, I'll enjoy beating the hell out of Shadow Snake and his bitch more."

"Oh, why didn't you say we were going after Kimmie and her boy toy?" Shego said, shoving the man on top off, climbing off the other, and pulling her green and black uniform off the floor. "So… where to?"

"The final destination will be Middleton," Light Snake stated, turning his back and starting toward the door. "But first we have to make a quick stop at Outer Heaven."

To Be Continued …

Disclaimer: I do not own Metal Gear Solid or Kim Possible. Special thanks goes to Geor-sama for beta reading. Don't forget to review!