Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky Chapter 29

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January 3rd,

Hank Perkins stood with his back to a cold stone wall, hugging his notebook computer to his chest and breathing hard. A thick fog limited his vision to only about ten yards, but what he couldn’t see, he could imagine real well.

I was a fool to take this job…at these rates, at least! He muttered aloud. Sliding close to the corner of the house he was using as shelter, he started to peer around it…when a hand grabbed his shoulder and pulled him sharply back, while another one stifled any cries he may might have made.

That would have been foolish in the extreme, Perkins-san! A female voice admonished him softly. He blinked in consternation. It was nearly dusk, and the lighting was poor, but he could tell the person who held him was petite and female, though wearing a hood and mask that concealed most of her features. Wwho are you? He stammered quietly as she removed her hand from his mouth.

I am an ally, Perkins-san, hired by Load-san to see that the information you have obtained safely reaches it’s destination. The girl slid close to the corner herself and stood in a posture of alertness, but didn’t peer around the corner herself, she just listened intently.

You mean, Wade called in a favor of Kim Possible’s, to have me protected? Hank hissed. The girl turned, annoyed, and shook her head. No, this is a paid assignment, we don’t subsist on charity, you know!

Hank’s eyes widened. Wade Load paid for my protection, how thoughtful! Well, if I only get to deliver this information to one of my clients, it’ll certainly be him!

He looked at the girl. Could your organization use someone with great organizational skills? he whispered.

Her head snapped around, incredulity visible in her eyes. Then she blinked and shook her head. Thank you, no! Right now we have more important things to be concerned with! I have removed four obstacles, but there are at least eight more WWEE agents stalking us, that we must be concerned with!

Actually, came a soft voice from above their heads, speaking in a cultured English accent, There are at most two remaining WWEE agents, my dear Yori.

Even as she clamped a hand on Hank’s mouth to stifle his startled reaction to the voice, Yori scanned the swirling fog above them. Lord Monkeyfist! What evil are you here to perpetrate!

Evil? You wound me, my dear. Came the reply, but from ground level, as Monkeyfist materialized from the fog before their eyes. I’m actually here for the same reason as you, to see that Mister Perkins survives, or at least the information he obtained does, and reaches one of his clients! Hank fidgeted nervously under Monty’s scrutiny as he continued How fascinating to find out he’s also working for Wade Load!

Yori blushed as she realized that the revelation of her client’s name openly represented a serious breach of conduct on her part. Hank for his part grimaced. Okay, so they both sent protection, I guess it’s back to Plan A, give both clients the info.

And Mister Perkins, Monty remarked, I’m afraid I’ll have to reject your application to me for employment, as well. Not only do I have sufficient domestic staff for my needs, but I don’t think you’d get along with my manservant, Bates. He broke off as some strange noises echoed in the fog. Right, that’s the last of them, it’s time to go, and we must hurry!

Whwhy the rush? Hank asked feebly.

Because, Mister Perkins, Monty replied with a smirk, Twelve WWEE agents just went off the air, do you know what that means? He waited, but only received a head shake from Hank. It means that there are two dozen more on their way as we speak. And while I do enjoy a bit of exercise, I’d like to be long gone before it becomes four dozen, so get a move on!

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Still January 3rd…

So far, less then twenty hours since the truth about Shego’s condition leaked out, we’ve intercepted two people who want her dead trying to get to Middleton, and identified two more en route from Europe, as well as at least one from Asia. And those are the ones we know about! Abby Hogan finished reading the report aloud and looked at Doctor Director. She sure has made a lot of enemies, Betts! And we can’t guarantee to stop them all. A few people are worried about innocent bystanders, justifiably.

Betty nodded, fingers steepled as she sat gazing at her monitors. Well, the only solution is to take her into protective custody, obviously!

And involuntarily? That might cause problems the way things are now.

Betty turned her chair to face Abby. Well, what if it was voluntary? I mean I could appeal to her reason. Abby snorted, causing Betty to grin faintly. Or, I could get her to take our protection as the lesser of two evils.

Abby frowned, looking at Betty with wary curiosity. And what ‘evil’ could you threaten her with that she’d prefer to stay here with us?

Betty smiled innocently. Why, her loving family, of course!

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And we’re still stuck on the 3rd…

Wade Load walked into his computer room with an armload of snacks, while managing to hold a Super-Size Slurpster in each hand. He deposited the entire load on the side table, within easy reach of his consoles, and sat down, flexing his fingers as he watched his custom anti-virus program finish it’s scan of his internal network. He wondered idly what would happen if Kim ever saw it running, with tiny images of Kim as translated into an Everlot Fairy zipped about the screen, occasionally doing battle with viruses visualized as various monsters, depending on the nature of the virus’ mode of attack. He watched one that looked like a werewolf fleeing a tiny Kim-Sprite wielding a sword bigger then her body, before being rendered down to animated chunks of meat when she overtook it. This was followed by the words Program complete, all threats eliminated!, and a row of tiny Kims forming up and saluting him before the program closed.

Those were cute a year ago, but I need something new! Wade mused as a status display popped up. One little button was blinking furiously. It signaled that something had triggered his remote surveillance system in Drakken’s lair. Word or ‘rant’ recognition program probably triggered, hope it isn’t a false alarm like when Drakken used the word death ray to describe his solution to non-recyclable trash piling up at the lair! Guess he can’t get a pick-up out there, ha!

Fortunately Wade called the active camera up before taking a gulp of his first slurpster, otherwise he’d have had a mess to clean up. The image that greeted his eyes showed a miserable Rufus, locked in a small metal cage. Then came Drakken’s unmistakable voice. Ah! You’re finally here, I was afraid this would have to wait until tomorrow! The camera angle widened, and Wade saw a pile composed of the audio-visual devices he’d had Rufus painstakingly install in the lair. He groaned aloud, then hastily checked to make sure he hadn’t broadcast the sound to Drakken. How did he find them all?

Then the view widened again, and his jaw dropped. He could now see a young adult skunk chewing on what appeared to be a piece of raw meat. Next to it sat a small dish piled with more chunks. You can only keep them loyal with Skunk Treats for so long, Young Mister Load, eventually they’ll want something more. Drakken intoned from off camera. Wade wished he could see the scientist’s face to see if he was smirking, even though he sounded solemn enough. Shouldn’t he be hibernating? He asked petulantly.

Well, yes, he should be. In fact, the rest of his family are doing so somewhere under my laboratory, and I’m not sure I want to see what emerges from there in the Spring. But, that’s unimportant, to business! He paused and sighed. I was tempted to have you tell Ronald, and set something up to greet him. One deathtrap, middling difficulty, a few of my least liked henchmen on duty…but there are too many complications now. For one thing, the henchmen here now are the serious kind, and wouldn’t go along with any little games. For another, I’d have to oil the deathtrap, they’re all a little rusty…tell you what, send that little remote control flier you’ve been using to shuttle the little rodent back and forth, and I’ll let him go…this time! No promises for future intrusions, got it?

Got it. Wade replied sourly, and began to warm up the program for his drone. Am I going to get my bugs back?

The old Drakken laugh echoed form the speaker. The he sighed happily Ah, that felt good! No, you’re not, and don’t complain about it! And don’t bother bugging me again, unless you first plan to tell Kimberly you know what her and I have been discussing in private.

II–I was just looking out for her, is all! Wade stammered defensively. But I haven’t done any snooping to find out if it’s true or not.

Really? That’s too bad, but unimportant, Kimberly has verified our suspicions adequately, as far as I’m concerned. Now, hurry and send that flier, I don’t want to be late to the office, there’s something important I need to do.

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January 4

Shego knew something was wrong as soon as Doctor Gillette entered her room. The doctor had a frown on her face as she looked at some X-Rays that had been taken before breakfast that morning. She didn’t say anything until she’d reached Shego’s bedside, then she gave her patient a faint smile. Not as much progress as I’d hoped, considering how fast you initially healed, but it should be safe to transport you.

Well, maybe I didn’t say, but my bones don’t heal nearly as fast…transport? Shego looked at the doctor in alarm, Transport me where?

Now Doctor Gillette was puzzled. Why, Go City! She replied, Your family is coming to take you there. Where they think you’ll be safer then here, with all your enemies coming out of the woodwork.

Shego was appalled. What do you mean, take me to Go City!!! My family? I thought you guys were trying to make me better, not trying to drive me insane! It’s bad enough I’m immobilized, you want me immobilized, and with my brothers?!! Please, just shoot me now!

Gillette stood blinking as the tirade ran it’s course. Then she grinned wryly. Over-dramatic, much? Look, I thought someone had to have told you, but the police don’t think you’re safe here, and your family thinks you’ll be safe in Go Tower.

Shego’s jaw dropped. Safe from what? Or who? You know how many villains have snuck into Go Tower, or gotten in by pretending to be the Pizza Guy, someone looking for a charitable contribution, or as the President of one of Mego’s fan clubs? And those were our enemies back then, these guys after me now make Go City’s villains look like the Apple Dumpling Gang!

Gillette frowned. Actually, I thought you approved this idea. After all, you do have to agree to it, and sign out of the hospital personally.

Well, there’s no way I’m going home with my brothers! None of them know enough about medicine or taking care of a sick person to be trusted with the job of caring for me, anyway! Shego protested vehemently.

Well, they did say something about hiring someone who used to work at the orphanage when you were kids there, a Mrs Soames, or something.

Shego nearly choked, and the convulsion caused pain to shoot through her chest. NNo effing way! She only treated the boys nicely, to her all us girls were borderline whores just waiting an opportunity to go into trade! I’d rather be a naked hood ornament on a monster truck for Ed Lipsky before I’d let her take care of me!

Concern for Shego’s condition caused Gillette to decide to drop the subject. All right, I’ll see what’s what. And again, as a competent adult, you have to consent to it, so you really have nothing to worry about, just calm down.

Shego frowned. Did I have a cellphone with me when I was brought in?

You had pieces of one in one of your pockets, I believe. Shego groaned inwardly. Have to get a new one, and download my contact numbers back at the lair. Then the doctor’s next words brightened things up. But the Mayor dropped off a new one for you this morning. He’s looking much better, by the way, but didn’t want to wake you up. Bless you, Doctor D! Shego smiled He should have woken me, haven’t had a chance to talk to him since the crash, our timing seems to be off.

Doctor Gillette left a short while later, leaving Shego deep in thought. I smell a rat in this somewhere! NO way my brothers would have thought of taking me in on their own, but then who did give them the idea? Fortunately, I have options.

Opening the drawer in her bedside table, Shego found the cellphone. It couldn’t have her regular numbers in it, since Drakken didn’t have the password for her personal computer, but the one she needed was still fresh in her memory. Hello? Listen, I know you don’t like rush jobs, but I need one, and it’s right up your alley.

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I suppose it was too much to expect for you to warn me in advance about this! Drakken looked up from his desk at Jean Stoppable’s unmistakably angry words as she stormed into this office. Councilman Hoard just introduced a measure to remove the ordinance from the books that allowed your election! And don’t try and deny your hand in it, the wording was exactly the same as it was when you showed it to me!

Drakken was now waving both hands at her. Calm down, calm down! I’m not denying anything! In fact, I did try and call you this morning on your cell, and got Dean instead.

The anger went out of Jean’s face, to be replaced by a sheepish look. Oh! We must have gotten our cells mixed up this morning, I guess… she reached in her skirt pocket and winced when she saw the cellphone she found there. I guess we did!

The odd thing was, when I asked him for the number of that cellphone so as to call you, he couldn’t remember it! How does someone who crunches numbers for a living forget a number? Drakken asked curiously.

Jean sighed, and sat down in one of the plush chairs in front of the desk. He has the number on business cards, and wouldn’t be likely to call himself, so…it’s not essential for him to remember it, so he doesn’t. Besides, his job may be crunching numbers, as you say, but it’s doesn’t require all that much memorization, just calculation, after all. Then she frowned. But let’s not change the subject! Why did you do it, and why Henry Hoard?

Drakken leaned back in his chair and spread his hands wide. In reverse order, because I knew from my dealings with him that he wouldn’t hesitate to introduce it. Courtland Peel would have been the only person liable to move quicker, but he’s not a City Councilman. As to why? Jean, someone tried to kill me, and Shego! I don’t know exactly what I’m going to do about it, or what I personally will have to do about it, but I suspect I might break a law or two, though possibly not in this country. I’d rather not be in office when that happens, that’s all.

But aren’t the authorities going to do something about that? They can’t ignore it because of who you are, not with all the publicity! And what country might you be breaking laws in, Drew?

Oh, the authorities are involved, but there are many reasons why they may not pursue the matter far enough to insure my safety. As for the publicity….well, I’m thinking of nominating Summer Gale’s last piece for a literary reward, ‘Best Science Fiction’, just have to find which competition to enter her in. And though her piece was a bit extreme, there were quite a few others who speculated that I got ‘what was coming to me’, just with differing opinions on how I probably earned it. He swiveled his chair towards the window. I knew things like this would happen, though many problems that I expected haven’t materialized. But, this incident brought some of the lurking predators into the open to show their true colors, or opinions, in any case. So now, I’m giving them a chance to handle the matter legally.

Jean shook her head. Drew, You’ve done a fine job as Mayor. Your methods may not be the norm… That drew an amused snort from Drakken But the results have been more than satisfactory, and I’m certainly not the only one who feels that way.

Drakken was silent a moment, then he nodded. Thank You, that means a lot to me. Tell me, when is the vote?

It’s scheduled for the 7th.

Drakken nodded again. Well, then, Mrs Stoppable, you may just be Madame Mayor of Middleton by the 8th of the month!

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January 5th

Bernadette Barr checked her watch as she emerged from the elevator on Shego’s floor of the hospital. She only had twenty minutes at most for a visit if she wanted to get to the school on time. She’d been in daily since the crash, but twice was vexed to find Shego asleep or in being tested. And as she turned to head down the hall to Shego’s room, it looked like she’d mistimed things yet again.

Shego was being rolled down the hall on a gurney maneuvered by three people in scrubs. Bernie stepped back as they turned to approach the same elevator she’d used, and Shego spotted her. Oh, hey, Bernie! Um, what are you doing here?

Bernie frowned. Um, visiting you? And I seem to have picked a bad time again, but I can ride with you to your test, maybe talk with Elaine Gillette while I’m here. The elevator arrived, and the gurney was wheeled inside. One of the people with Shego, a young Asian woman, turned to Bernie. I’m sorry Miss, medical personnel only.

Bernie smiled, though a touch miffed. That’s okay, I am medical personnel! And she entered the elevator car with them.

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I must say, Hank, you’ve certainly come through with flying colors. Drakken observed as he studied the two photocopied documents Hank Perkins had brought him. And no little excitement, I understand? They were in the main chamber of the lair, with Drakken seated at his work desk.

Oh, it was nothing, Doctor Drakken, or should I call you Mayor Lipsky, now? Anyway, Lord Fiske brought me safely through! Hank responded cheerfully.

Drakken smiled, with just a hint of predator in it. With a little help, I believe? Tell me, have you delivered copies of these documents to Wade Load yet?

A tiny bead of sweat started down Hank’s temple. Uh, No sir, I haven’t been to see him just yet, no. He shuffled his feet, and inadvertently looked down, eyes being drawn immediately to the discolored sections of concrete around him.

Ah! Drakken leaned back in his chair, hands folded across his chest. After a long moment, he continued Well, you’d better go collect your fee from him before I call him and Kim Possible and share the news myself.

Hank blinked in astonishment. Yyou’re going to call Kim Possible with this? he stammered incredulously.

Drakken seemed surprised. Of course! ‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend’, etcetera! Then he paused, Though that may have to be rewritten in this case. In any event, we have a mutual enemy, though I suspected it before Kim and her boy genius did! Now, run along, I’ll need to contact Wade in no more than an hour, we need to get moving on this!

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Doctor Director rode the elevator up to Shego’s floor with Abby Hogan, Will Du, and Brenda Core accompanying her. Got to ask, boss, do you feel the least guilt or remorse, playing this dirty a trick on Shego? Abby whispered to her just as the elevator came to a halt.

Not a bit! Betty replied. Now, let’s hope Team Go has been here long enough to ‘soften’ her up for us! A moment later, her smirk turned to a frown. The first thing she heard when she emerged from the elevator was a loud voice exclaiming What do you mean, she’s GONE!

This is a hospital, keep your voice down, young man! There before Betty was the floor’s reception desk. In front of it, Hego was wilting before the stern glare of Doctor Anne Possible. Then Anne spotted Betty striding towards her, even as Hego mumbled an apology. Mego and the two Wegos were off to one side, huddled in conversation.

What’s going on, here! Betty asked, keeping her own voice down, but forceful.

Anne took a deep breath before replying. It seems that Shego has somehow flown the coop, Betty, and without checking out! And we know for a fact she couldn’t have done it herself, her morning X-Rays show little improvement with her ribs since yesterday, she couldn’t have walked out, or even used a wheelchair. She was still very fragile, to tell the truth.

Betty struggled to keep the shock off her face. You mean to tell me someone abducted her? Or worse, killed her, then removed the body? What about security, or the people I posted… she turned and nodded at Brenda Core, who immediately headed towards Shego’s room, pulling out her personal communicator as she did.

‘Abducted’ is the most likely answer, Betty. Anne replied, “Hospital security was no longer keeping an eye on her full time, since your people, and some others were so obvious, it seemed like overkill.

Others? Betty asked, before Abby took her by the arm and whispered in her ear Ah. It seems I missed a report on it, some Federal agents were here as well, my people had begun to coordinate with them on the watch.

Well, not to be critical, Ma’am, Hego politely commented, But they didn’t do a very good job of keeping our sister safe!

Betty’s response had a chill in it. We don’t know that your sister isn’t ‘safe’, Hego! For all we know, she arranged this herself!

Further conversation was interrupted by two short tones from Betty’s pocket. She pulled out her own comm and activated it. Yes?

Utility Room, Ma’am. Brenda Core’s voice announced, All six, all alive, all asleep. Still have their ID and weapons, no signs of violence at all.

Very Well. I’ll be there in a moment. She looked at Anne. At least it wasn’t the linen closet! I take it the hospital has already been searched? Anne nodded. Agent Du, go to wherever Hospital Security monitors their video cameras, and begin a review of available tapes. Will gave a short bow and departed.

You think she asked someone to smuggle her out of the hospital? Mego asked skeptically, Someone who could handle someone in her condition? In broad daylight?

More likely hired someone, Mego. Betty replied, As to who… Her voice trailed off, then she suddenly looked at Anne. A moment later, the good doctor’s eyes widened as well. Oh! They said in unison.

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Bernie struggled to force her eyes open. It took a while, but she finally got them to open and stay that way, even as she noticed things about her surroundings. She was lying in a bed, but she felt a peculiar motion. She’d felt t before, while sleeping in a seat on a…I’m in a plane? In a bed? She couldn’t quite push herself up yet, so she turned her head to her right, and saw Shego, also in a bed, smiling wanly at her. Hey, how you feeling? She asked.

Where am I? Bernie asked in return and struggled up onto her elbows. Then she peeked under the sheets covering her. And why does traveling with you always seem to make my clothes disappear? Then she shifted her legs, and a worried look crossed her face. She leaned to look over the side of the bed, scanning the floor. Where’s my foot?

Shego grimaced. Sorry, they wanted to make sure you weren’t wired, or wearing a tracking device, and whether or not this was a set-up to trap them. They said your foot will be returned as good as new, and your clothes will be cleaned. Oh! They said something about a squeak in your foot, they said they’d fix it.

Bernie sat up so as to better scan her surroundings, keeping the covers clasped to her chest. Who are you talking about? Then the cabin door opened, and three people walked in. Bernie’s jaw dropped. Oh, you have got to be kidding me!

The three figures were obviously female, and dressed as…ninjas. They regarded Bernie impassively, then turned and bowed to Shego. The leader then addressed the thief. Honorable client, we can now report that we believe no one has traced our departure from Middleton, and we expect no difficulties in delivering you to your chosen destination.

Bowing in return being totally out of the question, Shego nodded politely. Thank You, your services have been more then satisfactory. I’m sorry about having to accommodate an unexpected complication. Bernie gave her a mild glare, obviously understanding that she was the ‘complication’.

No worries, Honorable Client, we will bill you accordingly. The leader responded politely. Shego winced slightly, and Bernie almost felt sorry for her. Almost. Just where are we going? She asked Shego.

A nice, warm place, don’t worry. Shego replied. Somewhere my enemies won’t think of, hopefully, and it won’t do much good if they do.

Provided, of course, that we find no sign of treachery, Honorable Client, in which case you won’t reach your destination at all. The ninjas’ leader stated calmly. Then the three bowed again, and departed.

Bernie sat watching the door for a second, then fell back onto her pillows. She looked at Shego. This is another fine mess you’ve gotten me into, Stanley!

Hehehe…ow! Don’t make me laugh, it hurts!

Sorry. Sort of…

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This is unacceptable! Betty Director growled. She was pacing back and forth in a commandeered office in Middleton General Hospital. Ninja Nurses! I knew Kim didn’t make them up, but really…

Crammed in the office with her were Anne Possible, Team Go, the head of the security team Betty had assigned to watch Shego(Who was currently not fully present mentally after weathering Betty’s blistering wrath, but was showing some signs of returning to normalcy), Dr. Elaine Gillette, and the hospital’s chief administrator, Medford E. Cates, who was currently wringing his hands. You can’t blame us, Madame! We’re not used to dealing with people like that! I mean, we’ve occasionally had problems revolving around young Miss Possible’s activities, but nothing like a patient vanishing!

Betty ignored him. And not a damned thing on video! Yet the system never went down, it’s just that each camera switched off exactly when it had to to not record them, then back on again! That takes the damn good hacking! The door opened to admit Abby Hogan, and the urgent look on her face caused Betty to take her aside immediately.

Betts, I just got a call from a ‘friend’, who tells me that a large Federal Task Force is assembling in Upperton. But what’s important is, they’re preparing to enter what they believe is a supervillains’ lair, beneath the city!

What! Has the world gone crazy today? Wait, what am I saying… Betty shook her head as if to clear it. Get Du and Core, meet me back at the car, right now!

As the head of Global Justice North America exited, the sound of ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ as ring tones emanated from Hego. He promptly produced a cell phone(Though Anne couldn’t tell where he could have hidden it!), and activated it. Team Go Mobile Headquarters, Hego speaking! Mego groaned under his breath and the Wegos rolled their eyes. Yes? I see! Well, we have another problem…well, now that you mention it, we don’t really have any idea how to proceed…Yes, Sir! Of course, standing idle suits no one’s purpose except the Forces of Evil! We’ll be right there, Sir! He closed the phone and made it disappear.(Anne still didn’t have a clue) He then turned to his brothers. Duty calls! Follow me! He started towards the door, then turned back abruptly to hand a business card to Cates. Our family attorney, we’ll be in touch. Then he marched out the door, followed by the enthusiastic Wegos and a somewhat less thrilled Mego. You are going to tell us where we’re going, right? He called after his big brother as he closed the door behind him.

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Well, here we are again, doing the same old thing, in the same old way! Kim smirked at Ron’s words coming from behind her as she crawled carefully down an inclined section of ducting. She was down on her belly and exercising great caution, partially due to experience, mostly due to the large number of traps and alarms the pair had already encountered in their intrusion into the suspected WWEE base beneath Upperton.

It had taken a longer then usual amount of time to locate the base, it had been cleverly concealed, with ventilation ducts running up to half a mile from the base before reaching the surface, artfully concealed among similar structures belonging to surface buildings. Kim and Ron had already covered nearly a full half mile horizontally, as well as descending nearly four hundred feet in the process, but were now approaching their goal.

At least this one is different, though. Ron continued his whispered commentary, Just doesn’t have the same feel to it, even the metal feels…I want to say cheaper, actually.

Wasn’t built by HenchCo, according to Doctor Drakken. Kim responded, Though he didn’t say who did build it, he did imply Jack Hench isn’t happy, he paid someone for ‘Territorial Rights’, and is going to complain about it to someone. I don’t like how vague that all sounds, but we didn’t have time to go into it. Kim was holding her Kimmunicator in one hand, and a scanner usually disguised as a hairbrush, now connected to the Kimmunicator, in the other. She kept sweeping ahead of her with the scanner as she inched forward. I can see a vent ahead, grill over it. She paused and wrinkled her nose. I can also smell fresh paint, I think. What was absent, however, was any sound to indicate activity in the base. And it was only late afternoon. I’m beginning to think there isn’t going to be any opposition in here, Ron.

Except for the traps, KP, which I point out were designed to kill! I mean, that’s not a surprise in a WWEE base, but I’m getting nervous here.

Kim started to shake her head, then a mischievous smile crossed her face. Want something to take your mind off it?

Um, not sure taking my mind off death traps is a good thing, KP. But…sure, what could make me more nervous?

Kim hesitated now, but she knew Ron sometimes dealt with some things better on ‘auto-pilot’, handling really dangerous things while worrying about something entirely different. Well, I was just wondering why nobody told me about ‘Rongo’?

Eep!

Shhh! Kim forestalled any verbal response as she reached the vent and peered through the grill. It was at floor level, and it appeared that the room she was looking into was circular. It was also huge, and she guessed that it took up the whole level, which should be the fourth down from the surface out of six.

She quickly determined that not only was the grill electrified and rigged with two separate alarms systems, but also connected to a pop up turret in the floor ten feet away, containing who knew what kind of weapon, and a trap door she was currently perched on, leading to a straight plunge of about twenty feet. She tsked as she worked. Not even decent security… She muttered, then smiled as she disabled the last obstacle. She then used a small Electro-magnetic screwdriver to release the grill, and lowered it carefully to the floor inside. Using her laser lipstick would have triggered the thermal sensor set to trigger the poison gas discharger, after all.

Kim crawled cautiously forward, sweeping ahead of herself with her hand scanner, and also checking the walls with her eyes, before slowly rising to her feet. Ron followed her through and stood, picking up one of the screws she’d removed from the grill.

They stood in a large circular room, as Kim had guessed. The perimeter of the chamber was lined with consoles, save for a gap that contained the doors for an elevator. In the center of the room was a raised, circular area accessed by steps on either side. Save for the gaps at the head of the steps, it was encircled by more consoles with high backs, with the operators thus being unable to see the people manning the ones around the room, and vice versa. Each console they could see had a swivel chair on rollers in front of it.

Well, we know where the paint fight was. Ron was stating the obvious. The room and everything in it was liberally splashed with paint in the four colors they’d expected. And the reason the guys were arrested all over the place was because they used different escape routes.

And were dizzy from the paint fumes, not drunk. Kim added. But why all the non-lethal combat? She spread her arms wide to encompass the whole room. This is ferociously childish! She shook her head. And then the non-lethal weaponry during the jailbreak…though, they may have not wanted to kill any police officers, that’s all that may have been. She began to walk around the perimeter of the room, still scanning ahead of her.

Ron tossed the screw away as he started to follow her. It bounced into the air duct, and deflected down past the point where they had entered. At which point the pop-up turret, on which Ron happened to be standing, popped up and unleashed a long burst of flame into the ventilation duct, as Ron’s arms windmilled as he tried to retain his balance. An electronic sounding maniacal laughter accompanied the flames.

Kim spun around, but before she could act, the turret retracted as the flames cut off, and the laughter died out. She quickly replaced the look of concern on her face with a stern one. Ron! Quit fooling around!

Ron grinned sheepishly while rubbing the back of his head. Sorry KP! Thought the canned laughter was a nice touch, though!

Kim shrugged. Typical Gemini! she said dismissively as she worked her way around until she could look up the steps to the raised central section. She now saw a raised platform in the center, about three feet high, and three in diameter, with steps up to it on four sides. From there, someone could look down and see all parts of the room where work was supposedly done. There’s Gemini’s spot, if it had been finished while he was running things.

Ron nodded as he followed her up the stairs. He scanned the consoles on either side as Kim walked up on the platform and looked around. He spotted one active screen with an image on it that looked familiar, and moved closer. Then his eyes widened, and he looked quickly to make sure Kim was distracted.

It appeared to be based on the picture of Kim after the Lake Michigan mission, but someone had altered it, replacing Kim’s underwear-clad body with a naked one. And Ron had to admit that they’d matched the measurements pretty well. But right now, he’d prefer Kim didn’t see it. Below the picture he saw three options: Print, Save to disk, and Delete file. He grabbed the mouse sitting in front of the screen and clicked on the last.

There was a electric shriek from the speakers, and an animated blade ‘decapitated’ the Kim in the image, the head bouncing to the floor. IN real life, Kim’s actual head snapped around, just as an ominous series of noises came from around them, and Kim spotted the familiar sight of several of Gemini’s missile launchers swinging out of the wall. RON! What did you do! She shouted as she dropped off the platform and ducked low.

Ron’s head swiveled to and fro before he too ducked. He grinned weakly at Kim. Oh, the usual…

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Betty Director was mad. She’d had to show her ID four times since leaving the car, and trying to walk the single block to where the Feds had set up their task force HQ. This consisted of three large trailers filled with communications equipment, with both rear doors wide open, as well as large side panels. They were surrounded by groups of agents in dark blue jackets labeled with their agency’s acronym.

Betty saw Homeland Security, FBI, Marshal’s Service, and Treasury agents, all well armed. She also saw a dozen men in urban combat fatigues, standing around stacks of equipment in military style containers. Bomb Disposal. Betty thought as she headed straight towards the trailers. Her aide and two agents trailed in her wake, Abby talking to someone on a bluetooth-style phone.

Then Betty spotted someone standing in the doorway of one of the trailers, a tall man who she recognized immediately. Well, that answers who shut GJ out, now to hear his ‘reason’! Her intentions were derailed by Abby, who caught her arm. Betty, you need to hear this! It’s Wade Load!

Betty was torn. Wade wouldn’t have called without reason, and the reason almost certainly involved Kim. But still…Can’t it wait, Abby?

Her aide shook her head. No, since it might explain why you were shut out of this!

That got Betty’s attention. Even before she realized that Abby had said ‘you’ instead of ‘us’, or GJ. She reached for the phone and put it in place. Make it snappy young man, I’m in a hurry!

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Kim and Ron crouched low, listening intently. They heard very faint mechanical sounds occasionally, but couldn’t identify them. Kim cautiously rose up enough to stick the antenna of her scanner above the consoles, while watching the Kimmunicator’s screen. Hmm, motion scanners activated, all around the room! Bet they’re hooked to missile launchers!

Let’s find out! Ron responded. He took hold of one of the chairs, and rolled it towards one of the gaps in the consoles. It reached the steps and tumbled down. The two teens held their breaths, but nothing happened. Okay, maybe they’re more sophisticated, like motion sensors combined with thermal sensors! Ron suggested.

One way to find out! Kim replied, Get under that console, Ron. She slipped off her backpack as she spoke, and put it underneath a console on her side.

Kiiim, you’re not going to do something stupid, are you? Ron asked worriedly, even as he obeyed her instructions.

Let ya know in a sec! She said with a grin, then leaped up and out, landing at the bottom of the steps, but already spinning to dash back up them. Ron heard the familiar ‘whoosh’ of one of Gemini’s launchers, or maybe more than one, and shouted KIM!, just as she tumbled past him, then rolled sideways under a console as multiple explosions hammered his eardrums. The missiles had impacted the top of the steps, having lost contact at that point.

Kim peeked around the center platform at Ron. Well, now we know! She cracked. Now, how to get out of this?

Why get out? Maybe we should just wait for the Feds to work their way down to us. Ron suggested, knowing full well she wouldn’t, or couldn’t, sit still and wait for rescue. Then a thought struck him, as Kim shook her head and sat up. Hey, I wonder why there aren’t motion sensors covering where we are, through the gaps?

Kim smiled. Because Gemini would be hiding here if he came under attack, and wouldn’t want any missiles coming at him, Ron!

Oh, Right! Gotcha, KP! Guess that means we’re safe while we sit here and plan, right? As soon as he said it, the back of Ron’s neck began to itch. Why do I get that feeling…

A low humming drew both teens’ attention to the opposite gap, where a small saucer-shaped object had risen into view. From it’d underside protruded three barrels, and with a hiss of compressed air they expelled three glittering gold objects towards Kim. Ron looked on in horror as they latched on to her top, and he recognized them as the homing bugs some of Gemini’s missiles used. The sounds of multiple launches from around the room sent his panic level soaring.

But Kim didn’t hesitate, she peeled her top off, balled it up, and tossed it as far as she could away from them. Two missiles streaked into view and hit the top, but it didn’t offer enough resistance to set them off. Instead, they carried it out of sight, and a double explosion followed. But just before that, another blast seemed to occur on the far side on the console Kim sat beneath.

What happened there? Ron asked, and Kim knew what he was talking about. She shrugged. I think I saw some damage on one missile, two of them must have sideswiped each other, and one went out of control. More importantly, where did that thing that shot me go? As she spoke, she was unlacing her boots.

Ron began looking for signs of the device, even while asking. What are you doing that for, KP?

Well, She replied as she pulled the first boot off, If one of those thing latches on to my pants, I’ll never get them off over my boots in time! Once she had the second boot off, she also shed her belt, but not before removing something from it. She saw Ron removing his boots as well. Don’t forget the belt, Ron. But first, see if you still have those spike shuriken Yori gave you.

Ron shook his head. Sorry, KP! Lost the last one when I overthrew my target and hit the Ice Cream truck last August. Kim rolled her eyes, then became alert, listening to something. She pointed to the gap opposite the one the device had appeared at. Then she rolled onto her hands and knees prior to rising up. Suddenly she heard the device fire, from behind her. This time she felt the impacts, in the last place she wanted to.

RON! Help me get my pants off! Fortunately Ron switched to auto-obey, any delay to consider the implications of those words would have been fatal to Kim. He flung himself at her feet, grasped the cuffs of her pants, and pulled them hard even before she could finish unfastening them. He removed a sock as well, and fell onto his back in the process, but he balled them up enough to travel and hurled them over the consoles on the side he had been on. One missile barely cleared the consoles as it dove after it’s target, and even with the console protecting them, the triple blasts left their ears ringing.

In her underwear and one sock, Kim was seething. I wonder if they’re deliberately… She shook her head, then smacked her forehead. I’m an idiot! She grabbed her scanner and Kimmunicator , then rummaged in her belt, pulling out two items. One was a longer lead to connect the two devices, and she quickly swapped it for the other. The second was a small balloon with a pocket sized cylinder of helium hooked to it. She inflated the balloon, and tied the scanner to it, before letting it loose to rise up towards the ceiling. She made some adjustments to the Kimmunicator and watched it’s screen intently. Then a grin spread on her face.

Keeping her eye on the device, she rose to her knees and readied the collapsible blowgun she’d taken from her belt previously. She aimed at the gap opposite where the sniping device had appeared both times before, but kept watching the Kimmunicator’s screen. Then her eyes widened, and she spun around as the device suddenly swung into view where it had twice before. She expelled the projectile from the blowgun while bringing her other arm up across her chest, as the projectile lodged in the center barrel of the saucer just a second before it fired back. Then she winced as two of the tracking bugs latched on to her bare arm, but as she had once told Monique, they didn’t hook in deep, and she plucked them out and tossed them away. Then she ducked.

Where’s the third?! Ron yelled as he ‘ducked and covered’. Still in the barrel, I think! Kim barely had time to reply before the explosions occurred. This time, two came from where Kim had tossed the bugs, and the third behind the consoles the device had been using as cover while it stalked them. Kim gave Ron a thumb’s up, which he returned, grinning.

There was silence for nearly a minute. Then an electronically flattened voice spoke. SO, you are quite the clever girl, Miss Possible, but I’m not quite finished with you, yet! You must learn that some things are out of your league!

Kim exchanged ‘do you believe this?’ looks with Ron before replying. I’m willing to accept in a way. But right now, don’t bother disguising your voice, we know who you are, Frau Director!

There was a moment’s silence, before the undisguised voice replied. Vell, so you know, do you? Well, it vill do you little good, young lady, for you are about to die!

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Okay, one or two more chapters, tops. I really should have learned not to say that, but this time I’m 90% positive it’s true, I’ve already written three scenes for the sequel!

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