Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky Chapter 28

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Shego? Can you hear me?

Wha–? Kimmie?

Yes. I want you to try not to move, Shego.

Huh? Whwhy?

Because I’m afraid you’ll bleed out if you do.

Uhoh, I—snap.

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Shego opened her eyes, and promptly shut them again. Ouch! Bright…antiseptic smell…hospital room. Beeping noise…monitoring equipment…sounds good, hope that’s me! Snoring…Stoppable’s here? She cracked her eyes open again, letting them adjust to the light. What did Kim say, bleeding out? Right thigh feels heavily wrapped…femoral artery damaged, most likely. Feel like I’m wearing a corset…ribs? Feels like IVs in both hands, obviously for a transfusion, hope Stoppable wasn’t the donor, creepy enough having the same blood type as him! Opening her eyes wider, she found found that she had three people in the room with her.

There were two chairs against the opposite wall. Kim and Ron were squeezed into one, Kim more or less on Ron’s lap. The teens were dressed in surgical scrubs, and both looked as if they’d showered, Kim had her hair wrapped in a towel, Ron’s was obviously messed up. Ron’s head was all the way back, nose towards the ceiling, and he was sawing wood fit to wake the…Shego flinched away from finishing that thought. The snoring didn’t seem to be bothering Kim, but Shego reasoned that the girl was probably used to it, as well as doomed to hear it for the rest of her life.

Bernadette Barr was in the other chair, still in her party dress. Shego was about to give the girl credit for her ability to remain asleep through Stoppable’s snoring until she detected signs of earplugs. Fine thing! She gets some, but the poor, suffering patient… Shego snorted, then winced as that simple act made her chest hurt. Man, I must be really messed up!

As if on cue, the door opened and a doctor Shego didn’t recognize walked in, checking on the other three occupants as she moved to the side of Shego’s bed. She was tall and thin, with a unruly mop of reddish-brown hair. I’m Doctor Gillette, She spoke softly, How are you feeling?

Not so good, but that’s easy to guess, ain’t it? Shego responded, What’s the damage? Her next question was going to be a request to shift her position. But the doctor’s words killed that notion.

Do you know what the term ‘flail chest’ means? Shego’s eyes widened, and she gave a slight nod. Well, you’ve got one. In addition to a severe laceration of the right thigh, which compromised your femoral artery. Shego winced. Sometimes I hate being right!

Fortunately… Doctor Gillette continued, The very item that caused the laceration also kept you from bleeding out. But getting you out was a very messy business, I’m told, and I saw plenty of evidence of that.

Shego frowned briefly, then her eyes tracked onto the teenage couple dozing in the chair across the room. They had to shower…

Gillette nodded. Paramedics brought them in, just couldn’t believe none of the blood was theirs, that it all could have come from just one body. Had a hard time believing it myself when I saw them. Miss Barr was busy trying to calm the two Possible twins while Kim and Ron got you and the Mayor out.

Shego’s face twisted into a confused scowl. Doctor D? The Possible twins? How did they get involved? How’s the Doc? Is he all right?

He’s fine, compared to you, Miss. And as to the twins, you do know your aircraft crashed into the Possible house, don’t you?

Shego blinked, then closed her eyes. Okay, do you have any idea where I might find a place to make a sacrifice to the Gods of Fate? I have obviously ticked them off something fierce somehow!

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It’s the darnedest thing I ever saw, Doctor Possible! the Fire Marshal’s remarked, The Mayor’s craft came down vertically through the roof, took out the master bath, and bisected the wall between the kitchen and living room. But the weird thing is, none of the plumbing was even bent, in either the bathroom or the kitchen! He rubbed his chin. In fact, I’d swear one drain pipe deflected the whole craft’s path all by itself!

Well, that’s certainly hard to believe, isn’t it? James Possible responded with a weak smile, certainly not intending to explain the advantages of Hephaestus-reinforced plumbing. Before the Marshal had spoken, he had been concentrating on plans to restore the house, maybe improve it. But for the moment, it was obviously uninhabitable. Unless I can adapt one of the boys’ forcefields to cover the hole…but that would mean sharing one bathroom with them again… The Marshal’s voice again broke his train of thought.

And no explosions, no fire? Amazing! Then the Marshal grew sheepish. And once again, the Chief wants me to apologize for the first-responders. I mean they’re volunteers, and when they heard who’s ship had crashed in there, thinking they might need to wait for HAZMAT suits was understandable.

James smiled knowingly. Not to mention who’s house it crashed into? Perfectly understandable, I’d have headed for Montana, myself, under the same circumstances! Still, it’s lucky my daughter and her boyfriend got here so quickly, and Bernadette! Then he stopped, blinking. Yep, he had actually called Ron Kim’s boyfriend. A slow smile spread across his face. Anne would probably say ‘about time!’.

The Marshal shook his head. That’s true, but it’s still not good! We’re a little short on proper HAZMAT gear, to tell the truth! You’ve probably got more of that kind of stuff out at the Space Center then there is in the whole Tri-Cities combined!

James nodded in agreement. That’s probably true, but also necessary! Still, it’s not a good thing for the city! Never been room in the annual budget for it?

So we were told, for many years, Doctor Possible! But since Lipsky became Mayor…well, you’ve probably heard about all the financial shenanigans that went on right under Joe Geary’s nose! And I voted for him every time he ran, including this time! I mean, I actually believe he was ignorant of most of it, but that’s a poor excuse for a Mayor to give! Anyway, we’re submitting a fairly modest proposal for equipment this year, hopefully it’ll go through. How are your boys, by the way? I hear the crash itself didn’t upset them so much, as much as…um, have trouble calling her Shego…anyway, the sight of her threw them for a loop.

James’ face was grim as he nodded again. I here it looked pretty gruesome, but fortunately wasn’t as bad as it looked. To tell the truth, I’ve had some pretty dark thoughts about that young woman on some occasions, and I’m glad she wasn’t…well, killed. I suspect having had those thoughts, no matter the motivation, might have haunted me for some time if she’d died.

The Marshal nodded in understanding. I’ve heard similar sentiments before. Still, I wonder why she was so badly hurt, but the Mayor wasn’t?

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The two seats had separate protective screens, is why! Drakken snapped peevishly, And they rarely worked at all, I’m truly surprised mine functioned properly, to tell the truth! But I installed them, just in case, and I’m quite angry, whether you believe it or not, that mine did such a good job, while Shego was so badly hurt! He shifted uncomfortably in his hospital bed, not quite able to get the tightness in his lower back to ease.

The NTSB investigator didn’t have any reply to that. The hovercraft had met all safety standards, the faulty protective field wasn’t even regulation equipment, and hadn’t caused the injuries, so…in truth, he felt he had little purpose here, the crash wasn’t an accident, but his boss had sent him down. But one question did pop into his mind. Why separate? Couldn’t you have put a single, combined field over both?

Still sullen, Drakken shrugged. I had the parts to build two single seat fields, and didn’t want to go buy parts for a bigger one. Some of my other craft have them, though.

The NTSB man nodded and rose from occupying the only seat available. Well, that should be all for me, Mister Mayor, I hope you have a speedy recovery!

He left, but Drakken still had an Agent each from the FBI and Homeland Security present. Both looked like they’d been on the job for some time, both being close to fifty, in Drakken’s estimation.

The FBI man chuckled as soon as the door closed. Parts? Hope he’s not dumb enough to buy that! You had the seats with separate fields so the pilot could deliberately switch the passenger’s off, didn’t you? Yeah, I wonder…could your ex-employee have become a liability to whatever scam you have going here… He broke off as the door swung inward, then his eyes nearly popped from their sockets when he saw who had entered. Um, Sir! What are you doing here?

The tall man with steely eyes replied I need to talk to the Mayor alone, and I mean alone, am I clear?

Yes Sir! Both agents replied in unison, and left the room with indecent haste.

The man then turned to Drakken, whose frown never diminished. I might have expected something like this, but not this soon. The visitor commented quietly.

Drakken just met the man’s gaze steadily for a moment, then he grudgingly nodded and studied his fingernails as he responded.. I didn’t expect such a response this early, either, or I’d have taken better precautions. I still don’t know what detonated the missile where it did, a proximity fuse in the weapon, or my defense screen. Not that it matters now. He looked up again. I understand you took four families into Protective custody in Upperton, not just two, as I expected.

The man chose to sit down in the available chair and sit back with his legs crossed before replying. Our investigations indicated it was necessary to make the offers to the two councilmen, and both accepted quite readily. But that’s not really any of your business, is it? How are you progressing on your end?

‘Progressing’ is all I can say, for the moment, Drakken replied sourly. Once my suspicions are verified, I will let you know. What about the information Shego obtained in New Jersey, did that help you at all? She’s still not happy about wearing a wire, you know, so you had better keep your promise that what she got will never be used in a Courtroom prosecution, or even to pressure those two idiots into something!

The man merely gazed coolly at Drakken for a moment, then gave a slight nod. I have never broken my word yet, to saint, sinner, or anything in between, Mayor Lipsky, I won’t start now. We haven’t found it yet, but we’re looking. Though for the moment, to do any good, you still have to establish that connection you alleged, nothing less will let us get the impetus we need to finish this off!

Drakken nodded grimly. I’m fully aware of that, Thank You very much! I’ll make that connection, mark my words! Inside he thought Even if I have to rely on one of the most unlikely agents to carry the ball for me!

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Shego must have dozed off, but she was awakened by the scent of food. Opening her eyes, she saw Ron sitting in the same seat as previously, still in hospital scrubs, but alone now. And chewing on a truly impressive burger. Shego’s stomach rumbled, which actually caused some ache in her damaged ribs.

The sound of running water also came to her attention, and she looked to her right, carefully. The door to what was apparently a bathroom attached to her room was open, and she saw steam swirling around inside. Who’s in there, Kimmie? Hmpfh! Some nerve, showering in my… Then she spotted a familiar dress laying on a small shower bench the current occupant apparently had no use for. Oh, Bernie. Come to think of it, I wonder if Possible even has a shower of her own, how much damage did we do to her house, anyway?

The shower cut off just as Shego looked towards Ron again. Hey Stoppable! She winced, her chest protesting her attempt to talk so loud. Ron, who had apparently been daydreaming as he ate, was startled, and suddenly began to hack and cough.

Ron! came Bernie’s voice from the bathroom, Please tell me that didn’t go down your windpipe, coming out there to do a Heimlich maneuver on you right now would be really awkward!

No! (hack) I’m good(cough), just surprised. He gave Shego a suspicious look, as if he suspected her of causing him grief on purpose. She rolled her eyes, and looked towards the bathroom. Hey! What’s the deal, using my shower? Couldn’t you go find one of your own?

Well, came the reply, Ron found one of the non-permanent markers we use on people, and was thinking aloud of some of the things he could do with it, so I thought leaving you alone with him might lead to homicide at some future date.

Shego glared suspiciously at the boy, who only smirked as he resumed eating. Shego chose to put his nonchalance down to her current incapacity, rather then actually thinking he’d be safe if she was mobile. Anyway, that’s why the door is open, Bernie continued, So I can keep one eye on you, even if it means you can keep one on me, as well!

Shego looked towards the bathroom So what? I’ve seen all of you before, anyway! She smirked at Bernie’s outraged Shego! Then odd noises drew her gaze back to Ron. Uh oh. Apparently Ron had been caught in mid-swallow again, and the color he was turning now suggested that this time the food had taken a wrong turn.

Bernie’s voice came from the bathroom Uh oh, what? Shego looked for the call button for the nurse as Bernie peered out the door at her. Fortunately the hall door swung open just then to admit Kim, tying her hair back in a ponytail, and wearing some of her own clothes. Possible! self-inflicted pain caused Shego to break off with a gasp. But Kim took in the situation immediately, and rushed to Ron, quickly taking him in the proper hold to perform the Heimlich.

Noting that Ron was facing her, Shego croaked Hey! Face him another way, I don’t need half digested hamburger on me! Kim made a face at Shego, but did turn Ron towards the window. A curse from the bathroom caused Shego to look and see Bernie on the shower bench, trying to fit her prosthesis in place.

Ron’s airway was cleared on the first try, and he took in a long whooping inhalation as he collapsed into his chair, guided down by Kim. He okay, Kim? Bernie called from the bathroom.

I think so! Kim responded, wiping the sweat from Ron’s forehead and watching his color return to normal. What happened?

I’ll be right out to have a look at him. Bernie said. He just heard something that caught him off guard, with his mouth full!

Kim looked at Shego suspiciously, mouth opening to speak, then clamping it shut as she looked at her former nemesis. Shego had sweat on her forehead too, and had gone very pale. Not that her color had been all that good before. Ron followed her gaze, then gripped her hand. It’s okay, KP! I mean, if they waited for my mouth to be empty before talking, no one would ever get anything said!

Bernie came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of jeans, with a towel tucked under her armpits. She looked Ron over, even checking down his throat. For the record, Ron, Shego and I went to a spa together. Locker room, get it?

Oh! Well, I wasn’t thinking anything…um, okay, something weird did flash through my head, but it wasn’t naughty, or anything! Behind Bernie, Shego grinned faintly at the woman’s fabrication. Well, sort of, we were supposed to go to the spa that one day. And I don’t think I want to tell this pair the truth either, just not entirely sure why.

Kim walked over to her bedside. I know the answer is probably ‘lousy’ or worse, but how are you feeling, Shego?

Meh! I’ll live to fight another day! Shego noticed Kim’s hand pull back suddenly from almost touching hers. Oops! Nice choice of phrase, considering the nature of Kim’s and my relationship! Ah well, diplomacy was never my forte.

But right now, I don’t think that day is coming soon. Healing factor needs fuel, and that burger has me salivating, what do they serve in this joint?

You’re going to find yourself on a restricted diet for a while, Shego. Bernie told her as she returned to the bathroom. She pushed the door partly closed as she skinned her jeans back off and grabbed the underwear she’d skipped the first time. Truthfully, you shouldn’t even be conscious yet, as bad as you were when the ambulance got you here! You may have healed real quick for a while, but it seems to have slowed down a great deal.

I just told you, it needs fuel! Shego responded in exasperation, And I don’t care if it’s broccoli soup, just get me something!

Ewww! Ron grimaced. Kim had found something to clean up the half-digested bit of burger he’d spat out, and was dropping it in the wastebasket. Now she eyed him dubiously. Make another mess, Ron, and it’s all yours! Right now, though, we need to get going, I have to see if my parents need my help at home. The words were hardly out of her mouth when the door opened and a nurse came in, heading directly to Kim. Miss Possible, the Mayor would like you to come see him when you can.

Kim blinked in consternation for a moment, then nodded politely. Thank You, I’ll be right there. She looked towards Shego, who looked very puzzled, then turned to Ron. What happened to the clothes your Mom brought you? Ron reached behind the chair and produced a paper grocery bag.

Decided to eat in these clothes first, just in case! He frowned, You going to see Drakken, Kim?

She nodded. Yes, while you go get dressed. At Ron’s dubious look she rolled her eyes. Ron, he’s hardly going to do anything here and now, is he? Besides, I think I know what he wants to talk about, I won’t be long. Meet you back here, ‘kay?

Ron stood up, still looking dubious, but nodded, You got it KP.

Kim noticed more then one person in the hall watching her with more then casual interest as she entered Drakken’s room. The scientist was adjusting his sheets, as he’d been up and about just before Kim entered. You wanted to see me, Doctor Drakken?

He nodded. Yes Kimberly, and we’ll have to be quick! Firstly, when are you going to make that trip we discussed?

Kim made a sour face. I was going today, but now I think I should go home and help my parents clean up, or move out, whichever has to be done!

Drakken winced. Hmm. Tell your father that he can disassemble the whole craft for easy removal by turning the little pylon the fuzzy dice are hanging from clockwise, which will open a small compartment in which he’ll find an ‘auto-dismantle’ control. Just don’t be standing under it when you activate it. Should break down into parts small enough to fit through the front door.

Kim blinked a moment, then nodded. And if I ever share another ride with you and Ron, I know where not to let him put his hand!

Eh? Then Drakken got it, and snorted, Well, traditions must be observed, Kimberly! Now, I don’t think you should postpone that trip, I’m sure your parents will understand when you explain it to them later. And there’s another thing I need you and Ronald to do, and it’s also urgent! Or rather, you, Ronald, and young Wade.

Now Kim looked a bit suspicious. Me, Ron and Wade? What kind of ‘thing’?

Before Drakken could answer, the door swung open, and the FBI agent from before came in, scowling furiously. He looked at Kim, face working as if he couldn’t decide what expression he wanted to show her. What are you doing in here exactly, Miss Possible?

Visiting Mayor Lipsky, obviously! Kim replied without a pause, Who are you, and why are you interested?

He’s FBI, Kimberly, and probably upset about this. Drakken replied, as he picked up a covered bedpan from the bedside table. Both of his visitors regarded it askance, until he grinned and pulled the cover away. Your bugs, Sir? When the agent took a step back and put his hands behind his back, Drakken’s grin widened. I assure you, Sir, the pan hasn’t been used for it’s normal purpose! He shook it, and the listening devices rattled around inside. Now, I’m fairly sure all of them aren’t yours, perhaps you might be interested in trying to determine who they do belong to? He held the bedpan out again, and with great reluctance the agent took it, studying the contents with some interest. The after a final look at the pair, he turned and left the room.

Kim turned a surprised look towards Drakken. How many were there?

Five, Kimberly, but never mind that! Back to your question. He smiled widely. I’d like the three of you to do something you’ve proven to be very adept at, to my cost, among many others….

He was abruptly cut off by the Kimmunicator’s tones. Kim produced and activated it, but had no time to speak before Wade’s excited words preempted her. Kim! You have to get to Upperton, right away! At that, Drakken sat up abruptly, winced, and rubbed his right side as Wade continued, The Police station is under attack! In fact, there seems to be some kind of pitched battle going on, but things are real confused! All I know is this: The police arrested a bunch of guys in different parts of the city last night. Thought they were drunk, usually, but mainly because they all looked like they’d been in a paint fight!

Kim’s eyebrows shot up, as did Drakken’s. And is there some significance to that fact?

Well, the four colors they were splashed with were purple, white, black, and teal!

Kim’s eyes narrowed. Well, purple and white could mean WWEE, but black and teal?

EWWE! Wade exclaimed, Don’t you remember… His eyes suddenly widened, Um, let me check my logs! He worked furiously at his keyboards for a few moments, then smacked his forehead. Kim! I’m so sorry, I forgot that one, Alpha managed to buy some new uniforms for his people, and that’s what color they are! And by the way, his current title is ‘Alpha Doom’, but don’t expect him to keep that one, think it’s already taken. And he’s had three different titles since he started running EWWE, though I am puzzled as to why he keeps the ‘Alpha’ part.

To rub someone’s nose… Drakken muttered, then shook his head, Sorry, go on!

Kim nodded. So, EWWE dresses in black uniforms with Teal trim, right?

Wade shrugged. Um, that’s what they ordered from MinionCo, but it seems the colors got reversed, and there was no refund after delivery was accepted. He snickered I’ll bet someone was punished for signing for them!

Kim blinked, then shook her head. So not important! Are you saying that WWEE or EWWE are busting some of their people out of the jail…or, both trying to do it at the same time?! Kim turned and dashed towards the door. On my way, Wade! Oh, should I trust the auto-driver in the Sloth? Ron and I need to change en route!

The door closed behind her before Drakken could hear the reply. He leaned back onto his pillows, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. Hmm, this could all tie together nicely. Hope Kimberly doesn’t get herself hurt, rushing into a pitched battle between WWEE and EWWE, though! Then he chuckled at his own thoughts about his arch-foe. Wonder why I care? Do I really have a soft side, or do I merely want her around if and when I resume my villainous career, so I can finally defeat her…feh, that sounded hollow, even in my own head!

But he he still had an amused expression on his face when the door opened again and Jean Stoppable entered, looking back over her shoulder with a frown on her face. She turned to face Drew and replaced the frown with a smile. Well, you’re feeling better, I take it? The smile faded. I’m really sorry about your friend, Drew, but I understand her prognosis is good.

So I hear. I plan to get up and go see her in a little while, I’ve only got some bruises and scrapes. Mind you, some of them are in places where I’ve been bruised and/or scraped so many times before… He sighed regretfully.

Jean waited a moment for him to continue in vain, then asked Any idea where Kim and Ron are off to? They looked almost like old times just now, rushing out the door in a big hurry, with that look on Kim’s face.

Drew nodded. Good, I’m glad she’s acting like the old Kimberly, even if it is possibly just acting on her part. And yes, I know where they’re going. Upperton.

That brought a frown to Jean’s face. I think it’s about time you told me exactly what’s going on in our sister city, Drew. Her tone brooked no nonsense, and Drakken sighed regretfully.

I’m sorry, my dear, but while a few days ago I could have answered that question freely, I’m afraid I’ve been sworn to secrecy. The truth, you see, is very dangerous to know. He made a gesture to encompass his bed.

Jean’s eyes widened. Oh…

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Alpha’s voice boomed out of the speaker on the three-man EWWE hovercraft. I repeat, all personnel recovered, all craft withdraw! The commander of this particular craft grabbed the mike. But Sir, we can’t! If we withdraw now, WWEE will claim victory…and they are one ahead of us as far as hovercraft shot down!

There was a moment’s silence. Then Alpha replied. All right, if you think you can get one of theirs without losing one of ours…two of theirs without losing one of ours would be better…just make sure you come out on the winning side, or don’t come back!

The commander scanned the surrounding area, where WWEE and EWWE craft were pretty much playing hide-and-seek among Upperton’s buildings. He spotted one WWEE craft that seemed to be having problems with it’s engines. Oh, no problem at all, Sir! He looked at his two crewmen, expecting to see enthusiasm on their faces. Instead, they were staring at something above and behind him. And then he became aware of a growing shadow falling across him…

On the other end of the line, Alpha stood on his command podium. Unbeknown to their crews, all the EWWE ships were rigged for audio, so Alpha could hear their conversations when they weren’t transmitting. He switched to the craft he’d just spoken to, to see if the commander sounded as confident when he didn’t know Alpha was listening. But instead, he heard a rapid series of impact noises betokening someone getting the stuffing beat out of them. A very rapid series of impacts…

Alpha opened the general frequency again. All units, cancel last order! All units are to withdraw immediately! Any failure to do so will incur severe punishment! Alpha out! He slapped the switch so hard, it went from ‘transmit’ past ‘off’ to intercom without him realizing it. So his subsequent mutter of Kim Possible reverberated through his whole main base….

THAT’S IT, YOU COWARDS! Take your teal-clad butts back to your lame boss! The commander of a WWEE hovercraft bellowed as the EWWE ships sped past in rapid retreat. His two crewmen grinned widely at those words, but they lost them quickly at his next shout. WWEE does not run away from a teenage girl! They both gawked at him incredulously, then looked at each other. Is this guy new? one whispered to the other.

A sudden ‘thunk’ drew the attention of all three to where a grappling hook had hooked on to one side of the cockpit. Three stun rods came up to point at it. Which was wasteful, since Kim was swinging under the craft to come up on the opposite side, release her grip, and somersault to a landing right behind them. Two froze, thinking the inane thought that not moving might spare them. Their leader however, hesitated not a moment in hurling himself into a headlong dive for a set of traffic lights strung over the intersection below.

He just managed to partially arrest his fall by catching one light, but he lost his grip immediately and dropped flat onto the roof of a car below. The two inches of snow piled on it’s roof barely cushioned his fall, and when the driver hit the brakes hard, the WWEE officer shot straight off into the middle of the intersection, the second impact finishing the job of knocking the breath out of him. He was fortunate that the driver who’s roof he’d landed on was an exception to the rule that most sane motorists didn’t drive through areas where strange aircraft were blasting at each other with weird rays.

His ‘good’ fortune evaporated completely, however, when he saw his two crewmen coming down to join him…

I’m glad to hear that both groups were only using stun weapons, Chief! Kim exclaimed with relief, then adding But a little puzzled as well. And what about these men you arrested, that they came here to bust out? I hear they had paint all over them?

The Chief, sporting a large bruise on his forehead, nodded wearily. None of them were wearing uniforms, mind you! We found them all over town, in little groups of three to six. Total of about 30. Then had to find out which ones were on which side before we assigned them to cells. Otherwise, they’d get to fighting! And some of my people were more then stunned, a couple have broken bones!

Sorry to hear that. Kim responded sincerely, Now I have to figure out what both groups were doing in Upperton. I wonder if Doctor Drakken can answer that particular question? she wondered

Certainly! The Chief muttered, half-sarcastically, And maybe while you’re at it, you can find out what happened to our Mayor, his family, and three other men and their families the night before last!

Kim looked shocked. What do you mean? I don’t remember anything in the papers on New Year’s Eve, and I’ve been a bit busy this morning.

The Chief grimaced and rubbed the back of his head. Sorry, I heard what happened down there in Middleton. And we kept a lid on it yesterday, trying to find something, anything that would give us a clue to what happened before the press got involved. But the story broke this morning. He proceeded to give Kim a brief rundown on events in Upperton. Then he left to see to his men, leaving Kim frowning in thought. At least until she heard Ron calling to her.

KP! You have got to come see this! She quickly spotted her boyfriend in front of a store display window with TVs inside. Point in his favor, he’s sitting on a pile of EWWE and WWEE agents. Points against, his back is to the street, and he hasn’t noticed two guys in the pile trying to strangle each other! Kim was proven partially wrong a moment later when Ron, without taking his eyes off the display, reached down with a small climbing hammer they used for driving pitons and rapped both men on the head sharply.

Kim sprinted over. Both men were still conscious, shaking their heads before alternating glaring at each other and Ron. Ron, I think… then she saw what Ron was watching on the TV screen inside, and groaned loudly. Spankin! Someone just had to get that on video!

The screen was currently showing what had to be an amateur video of Drakken’s hovercraft plunging into the Possible house. But it was the caption that made Kim’s eyes widen. Flying Saucer dives into Scientist’s home! Are aliens trying to wipe out our best brains? Fflying saucer? Didn’t they hear on the news that it was Drakken’s…I mean, is this lame, or what? Kim blurted out.

Kim, Kim, Kim! Ron shook his head sadly, even as he rapped the WWEE agent again. Hands to yourself, or Mister Hammer goes ‘tappy tappy!’, get it? He looked up at his girlfriend. Of course it’s lame, and it sells! I mean, an alien craft crashes into your house… He broke off as his eyes suddenly lost focus, though his lips kept moving. Kim rolled her eyes and leaned against the wall, brain churning as she studied the scene.

They busted thirty guys out, and lost a dozen of the rescue squads. She spoke softly to herself. Most of them bagged by Ron and I, who they weren’t expecting, so it makes sense that they tried it. But, where did the paint-splashed guys come from? Were they ‘tagging’ their turf, or something? She snorted, then noticed a large number of GJ agents she knew, currently disguised as US Marshals, disembarking from a pair of buses. One group came towards her and Ron, led by Wallace Dill. The prematurely balding agent had a big smile on his face as he looked at Kim, and the girl forced herself to look happy to see them. She helped the still-distracted Ron up off his seat so the agents could untangle the bad guys and cuff them, before taking them back towards the bus.

Dill made small talk, and Kim barely managed to appear to be paying attention, but she didn’t really hear anything that the agent said. Then Ron snapped out of his fugue. Okay, I can make it work, but I have to dump the princess! Both Kim and Dill stood blinking at him in confusion, before Kim felt compelled to prompt him. The Princess, Ron?

Ron nodded sadly. Yeah, I’m sorry to lose her, but space princesses are kind of clich, anyway! Then he looked around. KP, think Bueno Nacho is open on New Year’s Day?

Kim grasped at this straw of normalcy in the haystack of Ron’s…she shook her head. Metaphor’s are not my strong suit! Aloud, she responded with a smile. Sure, they need to feed all the shopper’s going to New Year’s Day sales! Let’s go get you fed…again, then see how Mon’s doing at Club Banana. Then we need to go see Drakken again, and finish an interrupted conversation from earlier.

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Much tamer ending this time, heh.

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