Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky – Chapter 13

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Ron crept stealthily into the main laboratory in Professor Dementor’s latest lair, which for once did not have the castle motif he had become so fond of lately. Of course, those were few and far between, and Kim and Ron had visited most of them, leaving the need for some repair and refurbishment of those premises before they could be occupied again.

The new lair actually appeared to be a small factory concerned with the production of furniture. Though Ron had originally believed that the lack of obvious external security precautions was in order to maintain that cover, he’d soon found that there was a distinct shortage of henchmen within. With Drakken, the number had always been varied, but Dementor had always seemed to have a large number in their previous encounters. But not today.

Electronic security was another matter. Ron had avoided detection by a large number of systems already, having progressed greatly since the days when a bell tied to a string was sufficient defense from Team Possible, since Ron inevitably tripped over the string. At least that’s the way Ron remembered it, when he questioned his usefulness to Kim as a sidekick. Which didn’t happen very often these days, but when it did…

He was now really concerned that he was walking into a trap. Dementor was probably hiding his main force somewhere. Which means he was expected. Well, of course I’m expected! But, I’m a day late, he can’t have kept them all on alert so long! He stayed close to the walls, keeping various workbenches and pieces of equipment between himself and the open space in the center of the lab. He saw two exits from the room, and had no idea where either one led. Then he thought he detected a slight shimmer, or…flutter? He started towards the spot on the wall where he’d seen it. And almost immediately the door at one end of the room, to his right as he now faced, slammed open.

He spun, dropping into a combat stance, but then his jaw dropped. Striding towards him were two giants. Well, nine feet tall, but that counted. Despite his shock, he subconsciously began to assess their movements, while gaping at their appearance. They were green, one male, one female, and they were…machines of some kind, his subconscious told him. They came to a halt about ten feet from him, and appeared to be regarding him coolly. His senses were amping up, and he barely detected the sound of tiny servo-motors coming from them.

Human! The male one spoke, voice kind of odd to Ron’s ear. Hmmm, someone turned up the bass! But to disguise the voice, or make It sound more macho? Why are you here? If you intend to harm the human Dementor, know that we have made an alliance with him, and will permit no such occurrence!

Ron arched one eyebrow. Really? Where do you guys come from?

The male straightened his shoulders. We are from Regulus! We are…

Regulus? Ron interrupted, Isn’t that where Captain Constellation’s arch-nemesis came from? He concentrated on his hearing, and heard the faintest of audible whispers, I told you Arcturus, you moron! He spun and dashed towards the spot, which happened to be where he’d seen the odd movement. Which he now could tell was a curtain cpvering a doorway, the color of which was a perfect match for the adjacent wall.

Human! Do not turn your back on us! That is an insult! Don’t…pay no attention to the men behind the curtain! The ‘alien’s’ voice became clearly agitated. Ron swept the curtain aside, and found Dementor and Myron sitting in padded chairs, huge helmets on their heads, connected to a console behind them.

Both heads twisted towards him as he entered, and he heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching behind him.

But he stepped forwards, palming a small, sharp blade, and sliced through two short cables that seemed to connect the ‘visor’ part of each helmet to the main section. As soon as he did, a crash sounded behind him. A quick look showed that the female robot had run straight into the door jamb, and the male had piled into the back of the female.

He spun back to see Dementor pull his helmet off, fear in his eyes. The Female robot promptly went limp. Herr Stoppable! Please, no violence! I swear I had no intention of violating Fraulein Possible’s privacy in such a manner! I got the time zones mixed up, I thought she’d be in school! I….are you listening to me? He noticed Myron’s head twisting about frantically, and elbowed his brother-in-law in the stomach. Take off the verdamnt helmet, you idiot!

Ron didn’t seem to be paying attention to Dementor’s pleas at all, he was staring at the two robots. Then he shook himself, and looked at the mad scientist.

Time Zone mix-up? Dude, I do that all the time! But…Um, what are those things for? He gestured towards the robots.

Dementor scowled. Ach! Those I made for Herr Blamhammer, for a picture he was making in Romania, of all places! They are supposed to be aliens, of course! Then his eyes narrowed, Though I suppose with different clothes, they could be genies of some kind…

Ron studied the robots again critically. Nah! Aliens like that went out in the sixties, didn’t they? Nowadays…

Dat is vat he vanted! Dementor cut him off. Retro-aliens, he called them, for a film that vas supposed to be a spoof, a parody! He threw his hands in the air, But then his ‘star’ decides he needed to do a serious science fiction movie, with scary aliens, and Herr Blamhammer says he can no longer use mein creations at all! But he did pay part of the commission, for the time and expense I went to, so it vas not all bad!

Ron’s brow furrowed in puzzlement. Commission? You’re doing things on commission?

Dementor threw his hands in the air. Ja! I have to, to make some money of mein own! Ever since my sister took over all the family businesses, with the help of certain people… Dementor cast a baleful look at Myron, who smiled weakly, I’ve been trying to gain my financial independence from her! I HAF BECOME DESPARATE! His own shout seemed to startle him, and he winced, looking at Ron for signs of anger before continuing, And Dat is why I was trying so hard to find Fraulein Possible’s Super-Suit, I hoped to find something in it’s design I could use.

Ron rolled his eyes, Dude! That suit DOES NOT EXIST! Dementor recoiled from the volume of Ron’s voice, It was made for her to test, ONCE! And while she was testing it, you had to pull a job nearby, so the maker authorized her to use it against you, for a little extra ‘testing’!

Dementor’s eyes narrowed craftily. Really? And who vas it that made that vonderful suit?

Ron smiled, and casting a mistrustful look at Myron, leaned close to Dementor and whispered in his ear. The Professor listened eagerly, then his face fell. Nein, nein, NEIN! Not him! I haf no intention of getting on his bad side! You are telling the truth, Herr Stoppable, word of honor? Ron nodded solemnly, and Dementor cursed long and loudly. Ron’s ears actually turned red, even though he didn’t speak German.

When the scientist had run out of steam, Ron finally got down to business. Now, let’s talk about you getting pictures of Kim naked! He snapped, and Dementor snapped into a brace, waving both hands in front of himself, shaking his head wildly.

Nein! All the recordings were erased, IMMEDIATELY! I am not some pervert! Fraulein Possible is underage, after all! I swear, I thought she had left for school by the time I sent my drone in, Herr Stoppable! Dementor’s tone was pleading, something Ron had rarely heard from the diminutive German before. He thought about it briefly, and was about to relent a bit, when Myron spoke up.

It’s not as if you can’t get sexy pictures of Miss Possible indecently dressed off the Internet, anyway! He stated, smugly.

Both Ron and Dementor stared at him, slack jawed. Vat are you speaking of, Myron? The scientist eventually asked. His brother in law smiled triumphantly, and turned to a computer keyboard, entering a long address into his browser. When he’d finished, he turned to them. What do you think of this?

Ron and Dementor watched an image resolve itself on the monitor screen. Both of their jaws dropped, and their eyes nearly bugged out. Ron found his voice first.

Is that…is that… Myron nodded smugly, still not looking at the screen, …Shego? Myron’s head snapped around, and his own eyes bulged, before he turned red and began to start typing on the keyboard again. Wrong picture! Just a second!

MYRON! Where did you get that..that.. picture! Dementor bellowed. Ron clapped his hands over his ears. Dude! Lower the volume!

It was on..it was on a website I happened to browse! Myron stammered out. Then he finished entering a new address, and watched as a new picture resolved itself. There! What do you call that! Dementor’s eyes widened, but then narrowed suspiciously. That isn’t an external site! That’s inside our own system! he snapped. Myron started, and peered at the screen uncertainly. Really?

Behind Dementor, Ron’s face had gone very pale, unnoticed by the two villains. In his mind, a conversation from the past was replaying in his head….

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You managed to make a back door into Dementor’s systems, Wade? Ron enthused, That’s cool! He paused, Um, what can we do with that?

On the screen of Ron’s Ronnunicator, Wade rolled his eyes. Well, I can find any info on his system we might need, for one thing! And in an emergency, you or Kim may be able to access his system, maybe finding a way out of a jam. He has schematics for most of his lairs, including the security systems. As long as he keeps them updated, that may save your lives at some point!

Cool! Um, you said I can access that info? Ron asked tentatively.

Sure! I’ll show you how, using your Ronnunicator, or Kim’s Kimmunicator. Just have to remember to ‘close’ the door when you leave, or you might accidentally upload something to Dementor’s system! But, you’ll only use the back door if it’s an emergency, right? Wade asked warily.

Oh, right! Only in an actual, real big emergency, absolutely! Ron replied, nodding vigorously. Somewhere in that system is the Demenz family recipe for Black Forest Apple Walnut Strudel! But, that’s not an emergency, of course! Nope, that’s not worth giving our advantage away! Nope, nope, nope…

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The picture showed Kim in her ‘mission’ underwear. She was in a small room, trying to arrange her obviously wet hair with both hands. She stood in profile, a fierce look on her face. Mad at herself! She thought she’d made a mistake! But that isn’t important, I just had to keep that image of her, that side of her! Ron remembered he’d been fiddling with his Ronnunicator when he’d looked up and saw her. And instinctively, it seemed, used the camera function to preserve that image.

It had been after foiling Drakken’s Lake Michigan caper. As the villains had lifted the chemical tank off the deck, Kim had managed to jump onto it. She’d scrambled atop it, and tried to foil the theft by weakening all the cables, hoping the container wouldn’t snap any cables until all four were weakened. But, she’d only damaged two when they both snapped. The hovercraft had flipped onto it’s side, pitching Drakken and Shego into the water a hundred feet below. As hovercraft and cargo had plummeted downwards, Kim had managed to dive cleanly into the water, well clear.

But the unexpected fall hadn’t worked out so well for the villains. Shego was clearly stunned, and Drakken was just floating face down, unmoving. Kim had seen this, and swam quickly to his rescue. Later, Ron had rarely seen Kim look so stricken as when she watched Drakken, in a neck brace, and strapped to a backboard, loaded into a Coast Guard helicopter for transport to a hospital.

She’d blamed herself,of course. Hence the fierce scowl on her face in the picture, taken in a small cabin on the ship, while they waited for some investigation team to arrive, so they could give statements. Ron had made to leave when she stripped off her wet outer clothes, but she told him to stay, he’d seen her in less. Oh, I so wish I’d followed my instincts, and left! Now, if this picture has gotten on the Internet…No, unless someone got into Dementor’s system and downloaded it, I’m Chauncey! But, I should tell Kim, it’s the right thing to do…

Someone must have uploaded this to my system, hoping I’d be caught with it, and CALLED A PERVERT! Dementor bellowed. And when I find out who… He quivered with suppressed anger.

Okay, forget that for the moment, Prof! Ron exclaimed, We still have business to settle. Now, am I right in assuming you don’t want me to get physical with you guys? A suddenly subdued Dementor and Myron both nodded. Good, than here’s what’s going to stop me…First, I’m going to write more stories about the ‘Super-Suit’, and I’m going to portray you as obsessed with it, Understand?

Dementor shrugged. Ja, I suppose dat is fair!

Second, that picture gets deleted! If any pictures show up on the ‘Net that I suspect came from this place, I will be back! Oh, is that why so few security guards, no money? Dementor grimaced, then nodded. Ah! Okay, lastly…on one of your commissions, did you make the Nanomoths?

Dementor’s face contorted strangely, then he burst out laughing. The Nanomoths? Please, Herr Stoppable! For the source of those, you need to look closer to home!

Ron frowned suspiciously. Drakken?

Nein, Nein! Try Herman, son of Cyrus Bortel! Currently a student at Middleton Institute of Science and Technology! I mean, vat does destroying all the clothes at a fashion show, and making all the people naked, sound like to you?

Ron slapped his forehead. A prank! As in, a college fraternity prank, or was he solo?

Dementor held up his hands. Please! I’m not even completely sure he’s guilty! But, I strongly suspect dat he is!

Ron nodded. All right, you heard my terms, and there’s one more! He looked Dementor straight in the eye. Behave yourself, until Kim’s healthy again, or you’ll have to face the Ronman, without her to make me play nice! As he said this, he heard movement near his feet. He looked down to see a Dachshund trotting past. It stopped, looked at Ron and Dementor, snarled, then trotted away.

Ron watched it leave curiously. What’s his problem?

Vell, he’s either mad about you writing about him being turned into a giant mutant Dachshund, which he wasn’t! Or…he’s mad at me for not turning him into a giant mutant Dachshund for real, one or the other, who knows?

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Shego! Wake up! Shego heaved her body as hard as she could trying to dislodge the weight pinning her down. She was somewhere between the nightmare and full wakefulness, and panicking. She bucked again, and felt a hard surface under her, and some aches that felt like fresh bruises.

Shego! Please don’t light up, wake up, Please! Light up? NO!! Can’t light up, I’ll burn up! She bucked again, but in the process she opened her eyes briefly. The light wasn’t strong enough to be painful, but something suddenly made her calm down. She had flashes of memory. Bernadette Barr’s frightened face, inches from her own. Tumbling around, a cry of pain…her eyes shot open.

She was flat on her back on the floor, her arms held away from her body and pinned down. She was covered with perspiration, her chest heaving as she struggled to try and calm herself.

Bernie sat astride her abdomen, holding her hands down. In the faint light, Shego could still see that the other woman was a mess. The left front part of her pajama top was gone, though the sleeve still clung to the back panel. Three livid, wide lacerations ran across the top of Bernie’s left breast, and her nose was bleeding. Did I do that? Shego managed to gasp.

Her own chest heaving, sweat mixed with streaks of blood covering her exposed torso, Bernie shook her head. Never mind that now! Are you all right?

You’re not going to flare up, are you? I don’t know what will happen if you do…

I won’t! I never do, not when I have that dream… Shego took a deep breath and held it for a moment, then let it out slowly. You can get off of me now. Bernie hesitated, then slid off her, adopting a seated position next to the thief, self-consciously tucking her left leg under herself as she did.

Shego sat up, pulling up her knees and draping her arms around them. But not hugging them, like some insecure person, just sort of tensing her arms a bit. She stared straight ahead for a moment, then asked, What happened?

Bernie shifted her position a bit and winced, reflexively reaching towards her right side before halting the motion. Well, I was having my own little nightmare, but apparently yours was more important. I woke up looking into your eyes from about six inches away, and you had a death grip on my PJ’s. And…the look in your eyes kind of….hell, you scared me! I panicked, tried to pull away, you didn’t let go, then pulled back the other way, and we came off the bed. You still weren’t awake, so it got sort of hectic for a bit. At least CPR would have been easier to perform on the floor. She was inspecting the scrapes on her chest as she spoke, and the ruins of her top.

Shego was looking at a large piece of material still held in her clenched fist. She had to concentrate for a moment to make her hand relax. Sorry. What happened to your side? She handed the material to Bernie who used it to wipe some blood from under her nose.

Oh, that’s nothing… Bernie didn’t have a chance to move as Shego lunged towards her and tore her top aside to bare her right ribs. Nothing, Hell! The pale thief snapped. She pulled away, a furious expression on her face. When did I do that?

You didn’t, Bernie replied defensively, I hit the bedside table when we fell to the floor! She prodded the bruised area with the fingers of her left hand, and gasped, Don’t think I broke any.

You mean you don’t think I broke any! Shego shot to her feet, became dizzy, and sat down abruptly on the bed. She looked down at Bernie, still scowling, then stood up slowly and held out her hands. Let me help you up, and don’t argue! I know nurses and doctors are the last people fit to judge their own condition!

Bernie hesitated, then reluctantly let Shego help her up on to the bed. She leaned to her left once seated, and Shego exposed and studied her injured ribs. If one of them isn’t at least cracked, I’ve never seen a blunt trauma, and believe me, I’ve caused plenty of them! Shego was shifting from angry to sullen, and Bernie studied her face for a moment, then shook her head. As soon as you’re gone, I’ll call the main house and get someone to take me to the ER. You need to get to someone you trust to check out that stuff Alpha put in you last night. She discarded her ruined top while she spoke, and tried to pull one of the blankets around herself. Shego gave her a hand.

You never told me exactly what happened last night. Shego muttered, eyes on the floor. I sent Doc a message last night, telling him I was all right, and would get back to the lair on my own, but I didn’t even know if he was still alive!

He’s fine! Bernie assured her. She gave Shego an account of the previous night’s events or as much as she was certain of, while studying the increasing light coming through the window. You’ll have to go pretty soon, before it gets too light. Dad has a very good security system on this place. We had problems when I was a kid.

Shego was still ratcheting her jaw shut after what she’d been told. Even lacking in detail, it seemed a bit over the top. But a smirk sprang onto her face now. Please! Security systems are my business!

Yeah, but you’re not at your best right now… and wearing that?! Bernie pointed to Shego’s costume dress, draped over a chair. Then she sighed, But I suppose I can loan you something better. Right now, go ahead and use the shower if you want. But hand me that crutch first, will you?

Shego regarded the other woman for a moment, and Bernie met her gaze. Shego saw a question lurking in Bernie’s eyes, and wondered how she would answer it. Then it came, but not in the form she expected. Suppose you don’t want to talk about this nightmare of yours, any more then I like discussing mine?

Shego relaxed slightly, relieved her hostess wasn’t going to pry. Not big on that kind of sharing, no. She replied, And I’ll take you up on the shower. She got up, fetched the crutch for Bernie and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She turned the shower on, stripped off her pajamas, and had a look at her own rapidly fading bruises in the mirror. Heh, healing still working good enough. She got into the shower, but tried to keep her hair as clear of the spray as possible. It was too much hassle to deal with now, and she didn’t want to delay too long, despite her boast to Bernie.

She was out and drying off when Bernie spoke to her through the door. It’s not my business, but if this nightmare has been bothering you for a while, you should find someone to talk to about it, as much as you might hate to. I mean, you wouldn’t want to make the same mistake Kim did, letting something lurk inside you until it could mess you up, do you?

Shego oddly found her normal response to advice on how to run her life lacking. For a while? Try ever since three nights after I got these powers! Not as often since I’ve been an adult, haven’t had it for months. But I’m not surprised I scared her, I’ve heard similar stories before. Being compared to her nemesis also was a strange concept. She shook her head violently, then put her hand to her forehead. And didn’t say at all what she intended. And who would you suggest I go see? I mean, psychiatric care is covered in my health plan with Drakken, but I always thought that was because there weren’t any psychiatrists treating villains! Outside of prison, that is!

Well…she may kill me for this, but I’d suggest Elizabeth Cardien. She has offices in the Gatewood center downtown. She’ll tell anyone trying to violate doctor/patient confidentiality to take a hike, up to and including the Feds, and she has a high security clearance because of some patients she once had.

Shego was a bit bemused, she hadn’t actually expected an answer. Then Bernie knocked on the door. Here’s a pair of jeans, and a blouse. We’re not the same shoe size, sorry! Shego wrapped a towel around herself, opened the door a crack,and accepted the clothes. She saw enough of Bernie to see that she had put on some underwear, but not a bra. Thanks! I can manage barefoot, believe it or not. At least for a while.

Um, there’s frost on the ground out there, guess the temperature dropped quite a bit since the party ended. Bernie replied. Shego nodded to herself. That’s what I meant by ‘for a while’. Higher body temperature is a boon for a while, but when my own parts start getting cold, they really feel cold!

Shego dressed quickly and came out to find Bernie sitting on the bed again, just fastening her own jeans. The bruise on her side was looking worse, and another pang of guilt went through Shego. Two women with good reasons to have nightmares in the same bed was a bad idea, especially if one of them is me! Aloud, she announced, Okay, I’m going to get going, are you sure you don’t want more help?

No, I’m fine! Bernie replied, which was an obvious lie. She had a sheen of perspiration on her, and was not doing very well at hiding the pain she was feeling. But Shego let it go. Thanks again for not turning me in last night. I didn’t exaggerate what might have happened to me if you had. In fact, I may have understated it! A few of those countries don’t want to imprison me, they want to recruit me, By any means necessary! And I’m sorry you got hurt helping me, just don’t ever tell anyone I apologized, got it?

Bernie’s smile was a little forced, but she nodded. No Big! Shego gave her a narrow squint, then noticed how she was holding a T-Shirt in her lap, waiting to be alone to struggle into it. Yeah, like that’s going to be a good idea! She muttered sarcastically. She walked over to the closet, and found a warm coat, then returned to Bernie. Here, this will be easier to get into and out of at the hospital, which you should already know! Bernie blushed slightly, but allowed Shego to help her into the coat. Thanks.

Oh, ‘No Big!’ Shego responded in a bad imitation of Kim, rolling her eyes, Now when I’m out of here, call your family up and get someone down here, got it? Then she blinked. Uh, yeah…I’m gone! Snatching up her discarded costume, she left the room hurriedly.

Bernie sagged as soon as Shego was out of sight, wincing. Then she carefully reached for the bedside phone. Well, I could tell Mom that I’ve finally slept with someone since my injury, but that wouldn’t be fair to her hopes. Of course, now I have to say I got all clumsy and fell down, so she’ll start worrying again! As Kim would say, this is So the Drama! she groaned aloud as her ribs protested her movements. What’s the saying? ‘No good deed goes unpunished’?

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Doctor Drakken sat poring over some of his old research notes, a large mug of coffee replacing his usual beverage of choice. Nervous energy and concern for Shego had kept him from sleeping after all. Even though he had read her coded message, he was still concerned about her. Agent Alpha had been certain he’d done something nasty to her, and Shego wasn’t always honest when it came to her physical condition. He knew for a fact she’d gotten hurt a few times ‘collecting’ things for him and never admitted it. She only admitted the obvious ones. Like the bullet in the leg in Singapore. He winced when he remembered about that time.

He was aware of someone’s approach, but since he was aware of it, he knew it wasn’t Shego, so he ignored it for the moment. Even when the person reached the opposite side of his worktable, he continued to look at his notes.

Doctor Drakken? He finally deigned to look up. It was one of the new security men. Yes, what is it?

I understand Gemini is in custody, but you still wish to retain us for your protection, why? The man’s voice was neutral, not even truly curious.

Drakken sighed, rubbing his eyes, then looked up again. Because if Gemini has a contingency plan, it’ll go off in the first few hours, or at least the first day of his capture. After that, he’ll be so deep in GJ custody his people will never locate him! Unless he has a mole inside, he’ll burn one of those in a heartbeat to get free. He snorted derisively, Easiest way for Doctor Director to find all the moles in her organization, arrest her brother, and watch them blow their covers to save him!

The guard nodded. Ah, I see! Well, whether or not he regains his freedom, Doctor, I’m afraid you’re not going to be around to see it. He drew the pistol he wore and pointed it at Drakken’s head, My ‘tag’, for the record, is Theta Nine! You see, he anticipated you might feel the need for extra security, and of course knew where you’d go to get it! Mind you, you called for it far earlier then anticipated, perhaps there is a leak in our organization?

Leak? Try leaks, as in sieve, as in hiring anyone who can fill out a ten page questionnaire titled ‘Are you morally challenged enough’, and doesn’t mind wearing purple in public! Please! Not only are your security measures inadequate, he keeps changing them on a monthly basis! Oh, and by the way, I anticipated his anticipating my need for security, and where I’d get it from, what do you think of that? Drakken finished his mini-rant with a smug grin.

The man snorted. I find that very hard to believe, actually!

Suit yourself! And Drakken used his toe to depress the floor switch it had been resting on ever since the man approached….

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Wade Load finished coughing, and snatched up a wipe to clean the splatters of soda off the monitor screen in front of him. Note to Kim: Don’t stand in front of Drakken’s work desk while talking to him!

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The chief of the Henchco security detail rushed into the main lab, followed by two of his men. They came to a halt and stared at Drakken, pacing around a discolored area of the floor in front of his work desk, in the center of which was a small pile of ash and some twisted pieces of metal. The scientist was studying the front legs of the desk, which were scorched. Gnnnn…not properly calibrated, have to do something about that!

What happened Doctor Drakken? The chief asked.

Hmmm? Oh, well, one picture, etcetera… He went behind his desk and entered a command on his keyboard. A large video screen swung out of a wall niche, and a replay of Theta Nine’s last minutes was displayed, including full audio.

The chief swallowed nervously when it was done. I’ll inform Mister Hench of this, he’ll be most unhappy to hear about this infiltration! He stammered out.

Goodie, that’ll make two of us! Drakken snapped, I’m going out, have someone get a broom and dustpan and clean this up before I get back. One of your people, not one of mine, understand?

I’ll take care of it personally, Sir!

As you wish. Drakken muttered, as he headed for the tunnel to the hangar.

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A few minutes earlier, Kim Possible’s temperature reached one hundred degrees. At which point the small sensor adhered to her forehead sent out a signal.

Underneath Anne Possible’s bedside table, a small device had been affixed. It held a flash drive in a pair of clamps. A small LED began to flash red on the device, and the clamps opened, dropping the flash drive to the carpet. At the same time,a high-pitched beeping began to emit from the device itself.

Anne frowned in her sleep, and began to wake. Wha….what? What is that? Not my alarm…hope it isn’t one of the boys’ inventions wandering in….Eep! And her eyes shot open, and she sat up in bed violently enough to finish waking James. Honey? What’s that beep….oh no! And he came just as awake, rolling over to scan the floor on his side of the bed. Nothing here, Anne!

Anne, doing the same thing on her side, noticed the flash drive, and could now locate the source of the beeping. I don’t think it’s a runaway security ‘bot this time, dear. She reached under the table and felt around, just as the beeping stopped. She felt the device, and cautiously ran her fingers over it, then took hold of it and pulled.

Good! Not that I wouldn’t mind being trapped in the bed with you again, my Dear, but that last time was hard on the nerves! Of course,this time the boys are still home to disarm it, not gone off early for a camping trip. He winced, And Kimmie-cub isn’t stubbornly insisting she can deal with it herself, and turning our bedroom into a battlefield… He trailed off as his eyes fell on the two objects his wife was now holding. Well, I recognize one, what’s the other?

Anne handed him the device from under the table. You see what you think of it, dear! She got up and crossed to the table she’d left her laptop on. She powered it up while studying the drive curiously. James was looking at the device, while paying her some peripheral attention. Dear, that thing might have a virus in it. He commented absently.

I doubt it, this is too elaborate a means to deliver it. Anne plugged the drive in, and a program immediately began to run. James looked up briefly from his own study, and blinked rapidly. Dear, I truly hesitate to say this, but you might want to put a robe on. At which point he saw a demonstration of just how much of the human body could actually blush.

Moments later, a message began to appear on the laptop’s screen.

Doctor Possible, if this protocol has been activated, then your daughter is now running a fever of at least one hundred degrees. This is to inform you of the cause, so your treatment of her symptoms is correct…

James! You read this, I’m going to Kim!

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Kim stood at the podium, dressed in her nicest Sunday dress, trying to resist shading her eyes against the lights shining on her, making the rest of the vast room hard to make out.

The emcee, Jack Hench stepped forward. Now, Miss Possible, this game is called ‘Ron Says’. In it, members of the audience will ask you questions about your adventures. If the question is preceded by them saying ‘Ron Says’, you have to give your boyfriend’s version of things. If they don’t say ‘Ron Says’, you tell the true version! You may be asked the same question both ways, or not. Do you understand the rules?

Kim nodded, smiling brightly. I understand!

Good! And now for our first question!

Doctor Drakken stepped out of the dimness beyond the lights. Ron Says:How long does a Neural Compliance Chip last, and what are it’s effects?

Kim grinned cheerily. Until the chip is removed, or neutralized with a Silicon Phase Disruptor! And it makes the person wearing it obey any orders given by the person who first speaks to them after it is put on!

Very Good, Kimberley Anne! Drakken replied. Second question:How long does a Neural Compliance Chip last, and what are it’s effects?

With a bit less cheer in her grin, Kim replied, For up to thirty minutes, or until it’s removed, or neutralized by a Silicon Phase Disruptor. It disrupts a person’s ability to form coherent thoughts, and makes some people with submissive or subordinate mindsets accept instructions or suggestions from other people. But any orders requiring complicated responses seriously reduce the duration of the chip. Instructions totally contrary to their nature can result in feedback, resulting in a burn being caused to the wearer.

Very Good, Kimberley! Jack Hench exclaimed, and polite applause echoed in the room. Kim smiled happily, bowing slightly. Drakken withdrew, and Killigan stepped up. Now, Lassie, answer this one:Ron Says, how often does Killigan wear his kilt?

Kim rolled her eyes. All the time!

Verra Good, Lassie! Now: How often does Killigan wear his kilt?

Only in his home castle, that I’ve seen! Most of the time, he wears what he calls ‘Combat Trews’, which are fatigue pants in his family tartan.

Meh! Too easy! Why did I have ta ask the easy ones? Killigan complained, as he stepped back into the gloom. As Frugal Lucre stepped up, Kim also discerned another figure vaguely, obvious a muscular man, holding something in his arms…

Okay! I’m up! Let’s see you answer this one! Um…wait a minute, this one doesn’t involve me, do I have to ask it? I mean, I’ve got some good ones with me in them, but this one…

Ask the question, Lucre! Came a chorus of voices.

OH, ALL RIGHT! But I won’t enjoy it…let me see…Was Senor Senior Senior a criminal before he met you two? Wait! Was I supposed to say ‘Ron Says’ before that one? Can I have a do-over?

Hench fixed him with a baleful glare as groans echoed. Then Jack smiled at Kim. Answer the question as asked, my dear!

Kim nodded. He was not involved in outright criminal activities, but some of his business tactics may have been more then a little illegal. She frowned, the stranger was becoming more distinct, a dark skinned man holding something white…Kim shook her head, regaining her focus. Sorry! The Seniors appear to have only taken up supervillain status as a hobby. Junior once said it was only a phase, his father would eventually get bored with it, but no sign of that yet.

Lucre looked at Hench and beamed. So now I ask another question? There’s no point in asking it the other way, we all know that answer! So why don’t I make one..Ack! He squawked, as Hego stepped out of the gloom and plucked him up. The blue hero grimaced at Kim. Don’t tell Sis, she’ll just laugh! He then exited with his squirming burden.

Kim frowned, and peered into the gloom, now shading her eyes. Why isn’t Shego here? Her eyes drifted to the strange man holding….or was he a stranger?

Monkeyfist’s voice drew her attention. Ron says:Where did I acquire the Monkey King Amulet, and what effect did it have on you?

Kim grimaced. Uh, you stole it from the Forbidden City Museum in China. It began to turn me into a monkey.

Fiske sneered at her. Good enough! Next question: Where did I acquire the Monkey King Amulet that I used on you, and what effect did it have?

Kim blushed and shuffled her feet nervously. You made it yourself. It was supposed to turn it’s victims into devoted slaves of the Master of Mystic Monkey Power. You used it on me, thinking it would enslave me, but instead…I became Ron’s….I became devoted to him! She gave him a defiant look. First time you realized you weren’t Number One, wasn’t it? She observed tartly.

As Monty faded from view, Jack Hench cleared his throat. Sorry, Miss Possible, I’ll have to rule against you, based on your choice of words. ‘Devoted’ was totally inadequate, I’m afraid. ‘Enslaved’ or worse would have been necessary! By the way, who released you from the spell, and why? I won’t ask why Ron didn’t write the true story, heh, it’s sort of obvious!

Kim gave him a sour look. Monty had to release me. He did it because Ron threatened to command me to turn him into something resembling Naco filling, and he wasn’t sure whether it was a bluff or not.

What happened to the little dog? Kim’s head snapped around, her gaze focusing on the strange man, the source of the question. She’d seen him before…Um, he found his way back to the little girl. she answered uncertainly.

The man smiled, slowly shaking his head. No, no, not that little dog, the other little dog. Kim stared at him, confused. The one in the alley, you remember? The little stray dog that was so interested in the strange -smelling foreigner?

‘Foreigner’? Kim whispered. Kim… “I don’t…nothing happened! It got away!Kimmie, Sweetheart…

Did it? Oh yes, you are correct! So that’s not the problem, is it? The man scratched the ears of the scrawny little dog he held in his arms. Well, if you don’t figure out what is, you’ll just have to stay crazy the rest of your life! Kimmie, please wake up…

Crazy? The scene was becoming indistinct, but Kim saw that she was now in a straitjacket. She heard Jack Hench’s voice. Yes, I’m afraid you’ve lost, you’ll be insane for….

And she opened her eyes to see her mother’s concerned face. Mom? she moistened dry lips, Mom, I don’t feel so good.

You have a fever, Sweetheart, don’t worry. I want you to sit up and drink some water, then take these aspirin. Anne put one arm behind Kim’s shoulders to lift her up and held the glass for the girl to drink from. Then she handed Kim the aspirin, and helped her wash them down. She held up the Kimmunicator and studied it. Ninety-nine point three, but it supposedly went up to one hundred.

Supposedly? While that remark puzzled Kim, the sounds of her brothers’ voices coming from the hall distracted her. No Way! Nobody gets past our security without being detected, you can check the…oh, no! We forgot to check the logs last night, be right back!

Kim frowned. What’s going on here? Sweetheart, I want to look at your shoulder. Suiting action to words, Anne bared Kim’s shoulder and studied it carefully. What’s the last thing you remember last night, Kim? She asked.

What? Um, I remember the football score on the radio…did Ron come by? Oh! Did you enjoy the party? Wait a minute, did I fall asleep? Did you have to put me to bed, Mom? As she babbled, Kim spotted her father over her mother’s shoulder, apparently looking at something in his hands, and frowning. She couldn’t shift her view to see what he held while her mother was examining her.

No, you were in bed when we got home, Kimmie. Anne replied distractedly as she peered closely at a spot on Kim’s shoulder. There’s a slight mark…let me see that message again, dear. James set the laptop down on the bed, across Kim’s legs, so Anne could see the screen. Kim recognized it as her mother’s from the decals of a small pink heart and two blue bows that adorned it’s cover.

Okay, will someone please tell me what I missed? Kim asked in a frustrated tone.

Not sure yet, Kimmie-cub! Her father replied, But we’re getting to the bottom of it! Anne was alternately studying the screen of her laptop, scrolling the text up and down; and Kim’s shoulder, nodding once or twice to herself.

Got them! Came the cry from Tim as he rushed into the room. There were four of them, dressed as Ninjas! One of them snuck up and drugged Kim while she was sitting on the couch, and three of them brought her back here, while the other one passed out the candy! Both adults and Kim just looked at him, blinking. Kim used her free hand to give herself a hard pinch. Nope, Not dreaming!

Probably should let Mom look at the feed from in here, though! Tim remarked thoughtfully.

F…f…feed from in here!? Kim almost sat upright, but her mother stopped her, You’ve got video cameras in HERE?

‘Course not! Jim exclaimed, as he too entered the room. Just biometric and thermal scanners, and an audio pick-up!

Just!?? Kim pushed against her mother’s restraining hand. Just!? You had better not have anything in my own room, TWEEBS!

Both twins contrived to look insulted. Of course not! I mean, what would we want to see or hear in your room? Kim’s eyes narrowed, but she let it drop for now. Ninjas? What did they do to me?

Well… Her Mother began, If you believe what they put in this message, they fixed your shoulder…in a way.

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Oh, did it again. This isn’t a cliffhanger, this is just me deciding not to let the chapters for this story get too long. So, not done with Saturday yet. Next chapter, Kim will get an explanation, Drakken will make some social calls regarding the election, and Ron will hear about the ‘Ninja Nurses’. Then, I’ll give the cast Sunday off, and resume the story on the following Monday, when the candidates debate.

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