Kim Possible Porn Story: When Im Gone Redux Chapter 7

AN: And, because my brain is impatient -brain chitters and scurries around- I bring you the next chapter.

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Ron stoppable blinked, nearly dropping the phone.

What do you mean she left? He had asked. He hadnt liked the answer.

Ill be right over.

Dr. Director!

The one-eyed woman looked up, glaring at the man who dared burst into her office. Shed been especially busy with paperwork recently, due to the lack of hard intel on several drug lords

What is it? She growled.

The man paled, but saluted quickly and delivered his report.

Dr. Director blinked, once, twice, then turned, tucked the papers away into a bomb-proof filing cabinet, and stood.

Open an omni-channel to the possible residence.

When the Television screen flickered to life, the Doctors Possible were sitting in their living room, talking worriedly with Ron and Monique, trying to figure out why Kim would up and leave.

The sound of someone clearing their throat brought attention to the large screen.

Dr. Director? Ron blinked, a little surprised

She only nodded, looking to the Possibles. Forgive me for intruding. But news just reached meKim is gone?

Anne nodded quietly, holding up a piece of paper in a shaky hand.

Dr. Director only frowned.

And so, Kim Possible, Teen hero, adored by millionsvanished without a trace. The search was broadcast, every T.V station blasting general reports, encouraging people to report her if she was seen. Missing persons reports were sent to every law enforcement agency in the country, and to many outside of it. In every police station, every precinct, there was a poster hanging on a wall among others.

Have you seen Kim Possible?

There were sightings, here and there, huge numbers of fans hunting their areas, all desperate to find her.

But they never did.

And as time passed, people juststopped caring. She had vanished, literally, without a trace. There hadnt been any sightings in so longshe wasnt coming back.

And then, after seven months of absolutely nothing, Dr. Director made a decision.

Kim Possible was declared to the publicto be dead.

The Nation mourned. There was a giant public service, and it was televised across the world.

But the casket was empty.

Shego couldnt believe it. There was no waynothe kid had been invincible! No way had she diedno. It was a scam. It had to be. After all, she had called in five of the eight sightings. She had been hunting harder than anyone else. Because, if Kim was gone, how could they fight? How could she see her again?

Butwatching the serviceshe couldnt help but wonderwhat if she was wrong? And Kim was dead?

Noshe refused to believe that. No way would the Kimmie shed known let herself die. Shed fight the Grim Reaper to a standstill, and then send him packing to pick up some other poor sap.

She had to be out there, someone. And Shego was going to find her.

Kim Possible was, in point of fact, alive. And, after hiding so well, for so long, she was excited at the most recent turn of events.

So, as she watched the news, watched them bury the hardwood casketshe smiled.

Six Months Later

You sure about this?

The tiny microphone glued to her throat picked up the sub-vocalization, transferring the data into a small device on her belt, which in turn sent it flying through the ether with a powerful receiver/transmitter.

A similar device, albeit nearly thirty times the size of the first, snatched the passing signal out of the air, and passed it through a translating device that turned the data into audible sound.

Of course. I am the best, after all.

The transmitter fired the reply along the same pathways, until the tiny receiver in the belt picked it up, sending it along a much shorter pathway, into a wireless ear-bud, where it vibrated the sound into her ear.

Yea yea The figure, dressed all in black, and currently hanging upside down over a glass display case, chuckled quietly. You rock. Nowlemme focus here.

A gentle humming came through the ear-bud, causing her to chuckle again. Focus means ‘quiet time’.

Right

She shook her head, reaching up to snatch a small tool from a kit at her side. Quiet scratching was heard for a moment as she drew the glass cutter in a circle, large enough to allow her hand and prize through easily.

That done, the tool was tucked away, and the figure lowered slightly. She rapped a knuckle against the circle, snapping it away, then, with speed that would put a striking snake to shame, pushed her hand through the hole and caught the falling glass.

A moment to carefully pull it out and lay it on top of the case, and she reached down again, hesitating just before touching the object within.

Youre absolutely sure about the pressure sensors?

Offline.

A moment to breath, a small grin, and she wrapped her hand around the object, pulling it up out of the case.

There was silence. Absolute. It was the sound of a perfect heist.

And it was interrupted by the blaring alarms and flashing red lights.

She sighed, cutting the cord that held her up and dropping to the ground with ease. She pressed a button that sent the cord slipping back up into the vent, to sit with it’s micro-winch sytem until the next time they decided to replace or clean that duct. It didn’t have anything incriminating on it anyway.

The pressure sensors are offline, you can trust me, Im the bestyou rock no longer.

Awwthat hurts. It really does. There was a slurping noise over her ear-bud, the last bit of soda being pulled away from the ice in the bottom of a cup. They were offline. Something else triggered the alarm. Now, lets make some decisions.

Right. She tucked her prize into a specially designed pouch on the side of her belt, smiling behind her face mask and looking around. Four possible exits, two of which are now covered, one now unavailable

You disconnected. It wasnt a question.

Yup. The cheery answer pulled a sigh from the other voice. And now theres an unexplained tripping of an alarm to investigate.

Come on, you got your trophy. Can we just pull out this time?

Nope.

Another sigh. Alright, next gallery, pressure sensors…in the floor were triggered.

Thanks. The figure in black drifted silently in the direction indicated. She passed through a wide hallway, glancing left and right before entering the next exhibit.

In front of her, another figure was currently cursing a blue streak, apparently trying to reach something beyond the security bars that dropped into place when the alarm tripped.

Problems?

The second figure spun, eyes wide as her hands flared green.

The one in black stepped back, eyes wide behind her mask.

Shego!?

The green skinned villainess paused for a moment, then smirked. I see my reputation precedes me. She glanced around. So…you some new vigilante? Here to save the day?

The figure shook her head, silently glad for the vocal scrambler incorporated into her mask. I was about to get away clean with this. She pulled her prize out of its pouch, holding the huge ruby up to the light. When somebody tripped the alarm.

Shego just grinned. Well wheres the fun in a heist when everythings quiet?

I really want this. I only trip alarms when I dont absolutely have to have my trophy. She glanced over her shoulder, humming a couple of notes. Speaking of whichwhat are you after?

Shego scowled and turned. This.

This happened to be an emerald encrusted tiara, fine gold woven around the gems.

After all, last day of the exhibit is tomorrow, so of course

Security wont be as tight, yea. The figure in black smirked. Except thats a relative term. Security was cracking down on these pieces.

Shego raised an eyebrow. Now someone bothers to tell me.

Sirens could be heard outside, and the figure chuckled when Shego cursed again. You really want that thing bad, huh?

Shego just grumbled. Cant get it now.

Need a ride out?

The other thief paused.

Rooftop exit is least defended. And Ive got a clean getaway stashed nearby.

.Sure.

This way then. The Figure spun on her heel, sprinting away.

They reached the roof easily, Shego raising an eyebrow when the other thief leaped from the edge, crossing the gap to the next building.

Come on!

Yes, it was surprising that another thief had chosen the same night to steal from the same museum. And yes, it was a bit odd that said thief was decked out in black, with some kind of helmet/mask thing. Yes, the electronic warble added to her voice was grating and suspicious. But she was willing to trust her. For now.

If only because of the nagging curiosity

They moved across several rooftops before dropping into an alley, where a black, 1973 Charger waited patiently. The figure slid into the car, motioning for her to do the same.

The motor practically purred as they pulled out of the alley, merging easily with the sparse traffic of the night.

Oh, yeah. Here.

Shego blinked, and looked up in surprise as something landed in her lap.

The tiara.

How?

Shego had the distinct feeling that the figure was grinning beneath her helmet-like mask. Skillz. I has them.

You mean skills besides talking like a brain-dead teenager?

The figure turned her head slightly, and Shego raised an eyebrow.

Yes. She said finally, turning back to the road.

Shego just leaned back, turning the tiara over in her hands so the emeralds caught the light.

So where are we going?

My safe house. The other thief answered after a moments hesitation. Then I can get you a ride to wherever you need to go.

Shego nodded, and settled in to wait.

The wait didnt last long. They pulled into an underground parking garage, stopping at the far end, in the shadows.

Youre going to be sneaking for a bit longer.

Shego just shrugged, pushing her way out of the car and glancing around.

The figure in black was now reaching back into the carand pulling out a gun.

Scratch that. It was a paintball gun.

Cover. She explained simply. The man who works the desk saw me once, asked me what I was doing. First thing I could come up with.

As she spoke, she produced a handful of bright yellow paint balls, and proceeded to splatter them on herself.

Ill distract him, you sneak into the elevator. I follow. Simple.

Shego couldnt help but smirk. I like it.

Lets go then.

Ah, Miss Tenson. An exiting match?

She smiled behind her mask and nodded, reaching up to wipe at some paint, and flick the switch on her vocal scrambler. My team lost, of course, but only because we were out gunned. She smiled. I held off five of them for a time, but they got me, and reached the flag.

The elderly man nodded. Maybe next time, Miss.

Ill make sure of it. She moved past him. Later Walter.

The elevator was open, and waiting, so she slipped inside.

Very nice.

She smirked, and nodded to Shego, before pressing the button for the correct floor.

Shego was mildly surprised at howSpartan the place was. It was a penthouse suite, but there were hardly any furnishings. A couch, a television, and a table, with a chair on either side.

It was a safe house, yes, but from what the other thief had said, shed been living here for awhile.

Have a seat.

Shego just blinked and stayed standing as the other thief moved about.

The first thing she did was settle the ruby in a small stand on the table, humming the whole way. Finally. She said sounding exasperated. I know I used it, but you didnt have to wait so long.

Shego blinked, and opened her mouth to answer, but the other thief continued.

Yes I know. No. Yes.

Ahhshe was talking to someone else. She had a partner

Come onnow thats not fair. There was quiet. No, it was Shego.

Shego was listening carefully now, tilting her head.

YeaNo, I thinkI am. A pause. Yea. Later Wade. You rock.

The green-skinned thief blinked. Wade. That sounded oddly familiar

She looked up again as the other thief sighed, and watched as she peeled off her outer jacket, reaching up under the edge of her mask. She pulled it off in one smooth move, shaking out a mane of long red hair.

Shegos eyes widened and she felt her jaw drop.

So. Kim smiled slightly, running a hand through her hair as she dropped the mask on the table. You gonna sit down, or what?

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AN: And so it begins.

Too fast? I like to think not, but I may be biased. Give me your opinion.

Im also hoping to find music for the next couple of chapters, but, as always, I ask you helpful reviewers to help me in my search. Got a song? Does it fit? Have I not used it? Tell me, and Ill look it up.

Oh, and digital cookies anyone who recognizes the car!