Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky – Chapter 8

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The day before Halloween.

Shego slipped into the lair before dawn, and was surprised to find Doctor Drakken up, sipping cocoa-moo, and studying a map. Um, morning, Doctor D!

Good Morning, Delilah! He responded, without looking up.

Shego winced. Oh, you heard?

Drakken nodded. Oh, yes, indeed! Mother had me on the phone for ninety minutes, describing all the terrible things done to ‘poor Eddie’ by some unknown maniac! He looked up to catch Shego’s gaze. Whatever did he do to make you go so hard on him?

Shego actually shuffled her feet guiltily as she replied. Well, two things, actually! But, I didn’t set out to go so hard, I had cooled off a lot on my way to meet him, but I guess his karma is running really badly, lately, because I found my second reason just before I got there!

Drakken frowned. What was the first reason?

Well, he apparently overheard us discussing the reason my plasma blasts sometimes lose coherence about a foot from my fingertips, and blabbed it around!

Drakken blushed slightly, and sipped more of his drink before replying, Well, that was certainly unwise of him! And the second reason?

Shego hesitated, trying to decide where to start. About a month before he had that ‘fumigation’ problem, and moved in with us? He asked me to be his ‘Babe’ on this Internet, or maybe Villainet, site. Apparently it’s a status thing. He wanted me to pose in some outfits, and he’d post the pictures there, to show up some of his rivals. But, the outfits were the ‘not-caught-dead-in’ kind, as far as I’m concerned! Not that I would have done it anyway, you understand? Drakken merely shrugged, so Shego continued.

So, anyway, I was almost to his hideout when I spotted two bikers heading away from it. One was Eddie’s size, and I thought maybe he’d been flushed out, so I intercepted them. Wasn’t Eddie, after all! But, they recognized me, and not for the right reason! One asked me to autograph a picture he’d downloaded from that website. It was taken in my room here. I’m sitting on the bed, combing my hair, and apparently had just hit a snag, from the look on my face! The problem was, the pained expression on my face was all I was wearing!

Drakken looked astonished, then shifted to anger. Eddie planted a camera in your room? That–that’s an incredible abuse of our hospitality! Do you think he faked that fumigation business just to get in here?

Shego nodded emphatically. Oh, Yeah! Anyway, with that incident fresh in my mind, I went a little overboard, maybe!

Not at all! Drakken replied forcefully. Tell me, did you do anything to make his baldness permanent? Shego shook her head in reply. Pity! There is a limit to what one should tolerate, even from family!

Tell me about it! I was sure the annual ‘sic Team Go on the Haunted House’ gag wouldn’t happen this year, Mego swore he’d screen all calls to the tower, but someone got word to Hego that Monkeyfist was in town, and the big blue goof came roaring into last night’s performance. Just like with Killigan, the year before! I swear, if I ever find out who keeps pulling that gag… She stopped, shaking her head, At least he realized what was going on almost immediately, when he saw the kids! Not like last year, when he crashed into the ‘Haunted Tomb’ set, and ended up wearing a giant spider’s web! Ruined it, too, after all the hard work, and made us change our venue, again!

How many times has he fallen for the same joke? Drakken asked curiously.

Shego squeezed her eyes shut, remembering. Well, not counting the first time, when the whole team fell for it, three out of five years. Now understand, we send them a notice every year, telling them where we’ll be operating, but they have such a backlog of mail, according to Hego, anyway, that they never get to it until mid-November! Not sure I buy that, but I know Hego isn’t that dumb! She had gotten close enough to see what Drakken had been studying, and her brow now furrowed. Are those the plans for the Tri-Cities power grid?

Um, yes, they are! Drakken replied, half-guiltily. Not reviving my plan for the remotely powered attack drones, I’m just curious about this proposal for the Middleton Plaza Resort complex that’s such a hot issue in the election.

Shego looked at him incredulously for a moment, then curiosity got the better of her. The one where they’re hoping Payton Hillsbury will build a hotel here? Providing none of his children run up any million dollar legal fees anytime soon?

Yes, that’s the one! I’m–actually thinking of attending the debate on Monday. He added, tentatively, then continued, I mean, I am a candidate! defensively.

Shego nodded, pursing her lips. Yeah, you are, and it’s too late to pull out now, right? Well, good luck with that, I need to get back to Go City, soon as I pick a few things up. She turned her back on him before rolling her eyes, and stalked off towards her quarters.

Drakken eyed her suspiciously, then shrugged and resumed perusing the plans.

Directly above him, a rather odd-looking mouse lurked around the ventilator grill. It moved a little jerkily, and had odd, glassy eyes. It might also have had a smug grin on it’s face at the moment, if it reflected the face of it’s controller. But that would have been wiped away a moment later when a sound behind it caused it to spin around.

A much larger robot, which had rolled up soundlessly on eight independently mounted wheels, loomed over it. It had the likeness of a cat’s face painted on it’s front surfaces, and wielded a hammer on the end of a mechanical arm. Before the ‘mouse’ could evade, the hammer swung down and squashed it.

The sound of the hammer’s impact caused Drakken to look upwards. The three beeps that followed it brought a smile to his face. Good Kitty!

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Wade growled in frustration as he lost contact with his mouse-bot. How did he detect me this time? Well, I got some good gossip, I think I’ll let Ron hear it, might inspire him! He’d better not do a story about nude photos of Shego, though, that might be pushing her too far! Wonder what made Motor Ed so desperate to impress his buddies that he’d risk Shego’s wrath? Hmmm…

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Anne Possible sat on the side of the bed in the master bedroom, wrapped in her robe, listening intently to the sounds coming from overhead, as Kim prepared for the day. She had to get up earlier these days, needing more time to do things one-handed. After needing some help the first few days, she now insisted to her mother that she could handle most things now, but it didn’t stop Anne from worrying. I barely let it bother me when she dashes all over the world, chasing villains, but here I am worrying she’ll have an accident in her own bathroom!

She’d heard Kim fill the tub earlier. She needed to keep her stitches dry, so a shower was problematical. One small price for giving Kim her own bathroom was that the noise of the running water sounded clearly in her parents’ room. Right now, though, Anne didn’t regret it.

Now she heard Kim open the drain, and the sound of the water running out. Then footsteps, and other sounds of movement. The medicine cabinet opening and closing, and finally Kim moving out of the bathroom. And then came the shriek.

Anne was out the bedroom door before her mind processed the fact that the shriek was not of pain, but of outrage. She also heard several thumps and bangs from upstairs as she rushed towards the ladder to Kim’s loft. She reached it and looked up just in time to dodge an object that fell through it, bounced off a step, and landed at her feet.

It was a flattened ovoid made of silvery metal, with four small ducted fans around it’s edge. One of these was broken, the other three spinning furiously as the device tried to rise off the floor. Anne put a foot firmly down on top of it. Boys! She yelled. A moment later she was startled as a voice with a German accent came from the object. Please be advised that this device will self-destruct in thirty seconds!

Anne involuntarily pulled her foot off, and the device shot unsteadily into the air. Ah, fooled you! The voice gloated. Then a bolt of blue energy hit the device, all three remaining fans ceased working, and it dropped to the floor again.

The twins came rushing over, Jim holding the device with which he’d zapped the drone. James appeared from the opposite direction, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Leaving the three of them to deal with the intruder, Anne climbed the ladder to the loft to see how her daughter was.

The three Possible males surrounded the fallen device, crouching down to get a better look at it. We need to find out who made this, boys! James told his sons.

We can analyze it’s components, maybe reconstruct it’s programming for clues! Tim replied enthusiastically.

Or, Jim replied, while lifting one side of the drone with a telescoping probe. We can just read the return address written on the bottom!

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You did Vat!? Professor Dementor bellowed into his brother-in-law Myron’s face, You put a mailing address on my drone?

Wiping some spittle from his face, Myron replied smugly, I was only following the orders of our new CEO, my darling wife…

I know who our new CEO is, she is mine sister, after all! And you! I hired you in good faith, and all you do is learn all my financial secrets, so she could carry out this treacherous hostile takeover! She cannot run this business, her only previous experience was running the family pastry shop! I am a world-class scientist with ambitions to take over the world, I cannot put my home address on my equipment!

Well, Myron replied righteously, Perhaps you could use the company assets for more profitable and commercial uses!

Dementor gawked at him for a moment, before snapping his mouth shut with a snap, grinding his teeth as he tried to control his temper. All of my assets are not company assets, you nincompoop! And if you misuse or label any of my assets again, I vill sue you! If I live long enough, that is!

Myron looked perplexed, Do you have some health issues you haven’t revealed? The new company medical coverage is very reason–

Dementor was practically livid as he cut Myron off. Nein, Nein, you idiot! Don’t you realize, Fraulein Possible knows where that drone came from! And she will be very angry, trust me!

But, she has a broken arm, doesn’t she? She isn’t likely to come after you, is she? Myron replied, reasonably. And besides, what were you doing snooping around her bathroom at all? Sounds a little perverted, to me!

Dementor face turned livid. She wasn’t supposed to be there! She was supposed to be in school…wait, is she on Central Time, or Mountain, I get those mixed up…Never mind! And stop looking at the computer, I have already deleted the video!

Myron started guiltily, then snapped back, Well, my point stands, Miss Possible is in no condition to retaliate!

Then it will be Herr Stoppable who comes after me! And you don’t want him after you, if you’ve done something harmful to Fraulein Possible! Especially if she isn’t along to restrain him! I have to do something to stop him! Then his eyes narrowed, Or placate him!

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Ron sauntered into the Possible dining room to find James and the boys at the table, but no sign of Kim or her mother. KP running late today? He asked the tweebs as he plopped into an empty chair. Rufus popped his head out of Ron’s pocket, but cold cereal didn’t interest him much, and he withdrew.

Um, yeah, she’s running a little late. Jim replied, looking to his father for guidance on what to tell Ron. But the phone rang, and James jumped to his feet to answer it instead.

James Possible! Oh, Good Morning, Henry, how are things…what! When did that happen? And why am I only hearing about it now? Yes, I’ll go see the Sheriff, and bail the idiot out! See you later, Henry. He hung up with a scowl on his face.

What’s the matter, Sir? Ron asked him.

Oh, some of the lab techs put the scaled-down test version of our new rocket engine in a drag racer, and tried it out at the Tri-City Drag Strip. Now the engine is somewhere in the middle of Lake Middleton!

But, that’s two miles from the drag strip! Ron exclaimed. Tim and Jim responded with Cool!

James nodded. Yes, quite impressive. Just the engine, mind you, the dragster is all over the track, or was last night! Fortunately, the ejector seat worked. Maybe I should have let them put it in Kim’s new car! The ejector seat, not the engine, though they proposed that, too! In any event… Then he stopped dead, and looked at Ron, who’s eyes were practically bugging out. Uh, Ron, not a word to Kim, do you understand? It’s supposed to be a surprise! The car, that is! Mind you, it was supposed to be a birthday present…

Mum’s the word, Mr Doctor P! Ron replied, then frowned, But KP’s birthday was in August!

Um, of course it was! But you see, I took the car out to the Space Center, and asked for suggestions to improve it. That was six months ago! Lot of ideas in a place like that! Mind you, we had to uninstall nearly as many as we put in! Started out with my old SL Roth coupe, and now… He paused thoughtfully, I believe the volume tuning knob on the radio is still part of the original vehicle, but that’s all! He looked towards the stairs, from whence came the sound of Kim and Anne’s voices. He leaned close to Ron, and whispered, Not a word! Until her shoulder heals, I don’t want to give her another reason to rush things! Ron nodded in agreement, as Kim and her mother entered.

Hey, KP! Ron greeted his girlfriend. She smiled back, but a bit weakly, to his eyes.

Hey, Ron! Sorry to keep you waiting! Kim sat down next to him, as her mother went to fix her a bowl of cereal. She looked around at her brothers and father. Trying to sound matter of fact, she asked, What have you guys been talking about? The guilty look that popped up on Ron’s face made her immediately jump to the wrong conclusion. She turned an accusing glare on the tweebs. You told him? They shook their heads frantically, and Kim winced.

Told me what? Ron asked warily. Kim blushed, realizing her own mistake, then turned herself in her seat to face towards him, taking one of his hands in her free one. I’ll tell you, but first you need to make me a promise! You’re going to concentrate on getting ready for Friday night’s game with Lowerton, you’re not going to do a thing about…what I’m going to tell you about, until after the game, will you promise me that?

Ron clamped his jaw shut deliberately as he tried to resist his automatic reflex to give in to Kim. But his resolve weakened quickly, mostly because she did not use her Puppy Dog Pout, but simply gazed solemnly into his eyes. All Right, I promise! After hearing the story, though, his anger turned mostly on himself. He was looking for the suit again, wasn’t he? It’s all my fault, writing another story with it! I swear I’ll never do it again, KP!

NO! Ron recoiled from the vehemence of Kim’s response. Ron Stoppable, you are not going to let him, or anyone else, shackle your imagination, do you hear me? A lot of people read your stories, and they mostly love them! They like the way your mind works.. Kim grinned slightly and rolled her eyes, forcing a smile onto Ron’s lips, Most of the time, anyway! Dementor has an obsession, and not writing stories about the suit will not make it go away! You write what you want to write, remembering those guidelines we agreed on of course, Kim’s gaze sharpened, and Ron nodded a quick assent, And we’ll deal with him when it becomes necessary, okay?

Okay, KP, you’re the boss on this one!

Kim smiled happily, then glanced at the clock, and her smile faded. Oh boy, we need to get going! She looked at her uneaten breakfast regretfully. No time for breakfast!

Her father shook his head, Eat up, young lady, I’ll drive you to school this morning, I have business to take care of at the Sheriff’s Office, anyway!

Kim responded with a puzzled frown. Really? As James explained, Ron’s thoughts drifted away. Kim’s getting a car! Hmmm, rocket engines, that would be soooo cool! Ejector seat? Nah, too cliche! Rocket powered drag racer? Well, not on the track, too tame! On the streets, though…

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Wade, meanwhile, was indulging in another daily routine, one that was sometimes amusing, and sometimes infuriating. Checking various websites for stories about Kim.

Let’s see, ‘Kim Possible’s Reality’. ‘Truth about the Monkey King’s Amulet! Kim was devolved! Saved by team of geneticists!’ Man, that picture’s a worse fake then the elopement one, where do these guys learn their computer skills? ‘Sightings of Velociraptors in Colorado forests linked to Possible/Flanner Experiment!’ Riiight! ‘Camille Leon impersonates Kim at wild party-turned-orgy! Click link below for pics!’ Ewww! How many guys fall for that one, I wonder?

Wade smirked, then switched websites. Hmmm, ‘The True Kim Possible!’. ‘Did Kim need a Bionic babysitter to keep up with her?’ Wade frowned at that, and the frown then turned to shock at the next story.

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The Kimmunicator went off just after Kim and Ron were dropped off on front of the school by her father. Ron was grinning widely at Jim and Tim, who had left early enough to walk, and were just arriving. Ron, hold my bag, please! Kim asked, Or answer the call yourself, Please and Thank You!

Got you covered, KP! Ron chose to switch on his Ronnunicator, to reveal Wade’s disturbed visage. Hey Wadester! What up?

Kim, Ron! I think we have a security problem!

That brought scowls to both teens’ faces. What kind of problem, Wade? Kim asked.

There’s a story on TTKP this morning about the lockpicking nanobots! Where you hide them, and what they can do! It’s sketchy, but accurate!

Lockpicking Nanobots? How long have you had those, KP? Ron asked before Kim could respond.

We were still testing them, Ron, still some problems…Wade, only you, me, Officer Hobble, and Bernie should know about those, and no one on that list would be blabbing about them!

Wade frowned, Bernie? When did Miss Barr find out about them? Kim explained, and as she did, a possibility occurred to her. It’s going a bit too far, but it’s the only explanation I can come up with! Wade, there’s a possible explanation, but I’ll need your help to check it out, later!

Anytime, Kim! But are you going to tell me what that explanation is?

Ron was also staring curiously at her, and Kim blushed slightly. Not until I know more, I’m sorry to be so evasive, but I want proof before I say anything! I’ll contact you later, Wade!

As Ron broke the connection, the door to the school opened, and Detective Loomis emerged. She gave the pair a friendly smile when she saw them. Kim, Ronald, I guess you’ll be glad to hear what I’ve just shared with your Principal, which should be common knowledge in an hour or so! Apparently, Mrs Graham, or Pawluck by now, and her partner weren’t distributing or selling their little concoction to your fellow students. They were selling to the college crowd, instead. Specifically, MIST, and Upperton University! So, though the tests will still be carried out, we don’t expect to find any reason for disciplinary action against Middleton High students.

Kim smiled and nodded, That is good news! For us, anyway! Wonder how Dad’s going to feel, though! MIST is having it’s best season ever, according to him, they’ve never gone five and oh before!

Loomis shook her head, a sad smile on her face, Well, it’s not because of the effects of those drugs! They aren’t strong enough to enhance performance worth a damn! Those boys have been conned out of their money, big time!

Ron nodded sagely. So, it’s all been psycho…whatever?

Psychosomatic? Loomis’s face twisted into a puzzled frown, I don’t think that’s the word, Ron, but that’s close enough! Listen, we haven’t formed any conclusions regarding the gambling materials, so I can’t talk about those. For the moment, that investigation is still open. But, since it’s Vice related, I’m not involved there. Gabe Caruso would handle it for Middleton, but he’s out sick! I’m not even sure I’m on the fake steroid case anymore! Since it wasn’t technically a dangerous drug, it’s going to be a fraud case. I might still be assigned to stay with it, though. Anyway, I have to run, you two take care of yourselves, and beat Lowerton! She clapped Ron on the shoulder, and headed for her car, leaving the pair alone on the sidewalk, all the other students having gone inside already.

Ron let out an exaggerated sigh or relief. Whew! Well, that’s one problem I don’t have to worry about anymore! Not that I was all that worried, in the first place!

Kim just smiled knowingly. Of course not, Ron! She stood there a moment, staring at him, then cleared her throat, and indicated the door with her eyes. When he still stared blankly at her a moment, she sighed in exasperation. Hello? No hands free here?

Oh! Sorry KP, wasn’t thinking! He swung the door opened and bowed, After you, my Most Bondiggity Girlfriend!

Kim smiled, bowing slightly in return, before stepping inside. MBG, huh? Might have to remember that one, and use it as a code sometime!

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…Earth to Kim, Earth to Kim! Hey, why am I using such an old clich, I’m so much cooler then that! Monique waved her hand in front of Kim’s face, and finally got her friend’s attention. They were sitting in the cafeteria, in fact they had just arrived, and Kim seemed to be running on auto-pilot, distracted by something on her mind. Ron was absent, delayed by having to clean up an as yet unexplained ‘mess’ in science class.

Now she focused on Monique, and smiled apologetically. Sorry, Mon, I’ve been doing a little detective work, with Wade’s help, and I’m not happy at what I’m finding! But that has to wait, what did you say?

Monique was a bit bemused for a moment, then she frowned. Girlfriend, you don’t drop something like that, and then expect me to backtrack, do you? What kind of detective work are you doing at school?

Something I can’t talk about until I’m sure I know the score, honest! So please, go back to whatever you were talking about before! Kim looked down at her tray and realized what she’d taken for the first time, and her brow furrowed, but then she shook her head, and began to eat resignedly.

With equal resignation, Monique reigned in her curiosity, and repeated her earlier question. I was asking if any of those shared dreams you and Ron had involved the Wizard of Oz, among other movies.

Kim grinned. Oh, we’re back to those again? Actually, yes, twice, two different versions, I think one was Ron’s, and the other mine. Her grin slipped slipped a bit, but then she turned it back up, and continued, His had the three of us, including Rufus, dropping into Oz, in our old treehouse, of all things! Squashed the Wicked Witch of the East, and met the WW of the West, and the Good Witch, etcetera!

Monique nodded knowingly, And I Bet I know who played the Wicked one!

Kim’s grin gained a sly edge to it. Betcha don’t! When Monique’s expression shifted to surprise, Kim smirked. Think about it! Winged Monkeys?

Monique’s eyes widened. Don’t tell me! Monkeyfist in drag? Or…DNAmy!

Kim grimaced. Ewww! The first didn’t even occur to me! Thanks for that image, Mon! She shook her head, grinning again, No, it was Amy. Shego was the good witch, but she said she was just doing it until she was offered some serious roles!

Monique snorted. That’s supposed to be the line they use when they’re showing off their assets… She trailed off as Kim’s grin widened. What?

Well, she was wearing a few seashells, I think Ron got his movies mixed up! But one thing I should tell you, I wasn’t ‘in’ myself in this dream, or I would have missed most of it! When Monique’s face registered total confusion, she explained, See, I found myself wearing the ‘Ruby Rocket Skates’ when I arrived, and Ron accidentally set them off, and off I went down the Yellow Brick Road! Then all he had to do was follow the scorch marks to find me!

Monique cracked a wide grin, Oh, that sounds like Ron! But, your point of view stayed with him? Kim nodded, while trying to chew through something in her latest mouthful. Monique began to speculate, Well, let me see…Barkin as the Lion? Kim nodded enthusiastically, Tin Woodsman… Kim waved her hand frantically, Someone I don’t know?

Kim swallowed her food, and took a long swallow from her drink before replying, Yeah, it was a minor Team Go enemy called the ‘Tin-Plate Tyrant’, Who you’ve probably never heard of, few people outside Go ever have. Professor Bartel was the wizard, oddly enough. She resumed eating again, and Monique frowned.

Aren’t we forgetting someone? The Scarecrow? She asked. Kim’s cheeks reddened, and Monique had to wait for her to manage to chew and swallow another bite before she leaned forward to whisper, My Dad!

Monique’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Oh, that boy has some imagination! Besides Seago in sheshells…I mean, Shego in sheshells…stop laughing, or say it three times fast, Miss ‘I can do Anything’! Kim considered it, then shook her head. Okay, moving on…does Ron always recast the whole movie for his dreams?

Kim shook her head. Not at all. In fact, some roles are played by the actors who were really in the movies. In The Maltese Falcon, for instance, Sydney Greenstreet was Casper Gutman, and Peter Lorre, Joel Cairo. Josh Mankey played Wilmer, and Tara was Effie, though. Brick Flagg was Miles Archer, and Mister Barkin one of the cops. In Casablanca, though, he did substitute Big Daddy Brotherson for Mister Greenstreet. Which is hardly surprising, all things considered!

Who you met in the Casbah? Monique asked, with a good French accent to ‘Casbah’.

Kim smiled wryly. Who we met in a very luxurious Villa outside the city, Actually! Then she winced a little. Where I made a bit of a fool out of Will Du, for no good reason! I mean, I was annoyed at his attitude, but I still acted childishly. You see, we got there in the early morning, Ron, me, and him. We were on a hillside overlooking the villa. Big Daddy was sitting down to breakfast on the back terrace. And Will began scanning for defenses and sensors, plotting how to sneak in and confront Big Daddy. According to Ron, right up until a manservant walked up to their hiding place, and asked if the two of them were going to join me and Big Daddy for breakfast or not, Will didn’t even notice I had left them! And he looked up, and there I was, sitting at the table, chatting away with Big Daddy!

You went in the front door? Monique asked, rhetorically.

Well, Gate, actually, but yes, since we were there to negotiate with him, I didn’t see the point of the subterfuge. He knew we there, anyway! Ron stayed behind only to see Will’s reaction. I really shouldn’t have done it though, it didn’t exactly help the sitch with Will.

Sounds to me like the boy had a James Bond complex going that he needed to be shaken out of! Monique responded, You did the right thing, you had far more real-world experience then, Kim!

Kim nodded reluctantly, Maybe, but he’s a full time agent, he’s probably passed me by now.

Who passed you? Ron had come up on them, unnoticed, a full tray in hand. Kim eyed it dubiously, and then the clock. You’ve only got ten minutes to eat all that, Ron, are you sure…what am I saying?

Never mind that! First we lose a villain, and now someone passes you? What’s going on? Ron dropped into his seat and began eating like a starving school of piranha.

Lose a villain? Monique asked, Which villain, and how did you lose him? Ron mumbled something with his mouth full, from which the word ‘poached’ could be discerned.

Kim rolled her eyes. He wasn’t poached from us, Ron, he just found a more suitable nemesis, that’s all! She turned to Monique, One of the ‘new’ villains who never got in Ron’s stories. He called himself ‘Z. Rovair’ and is based on a submarine. Which makes it difficult for us to deal with him, he doesn’t hang around one place long, and I only have a few rides saved up that are really fast enough for us to catch him in the act. I mean, it’s Wade’s ability to track and predict our villains’ moves that lets us intervene in their crimes most of the time, anyway!

Monique nodded. I can see that. But, besides being a cut-rate Captain Nemo, what was this guy’s game?

He’s a pirate! Ron blurted out, Our only pirate! I mean, Kim, how can you not care that we’re losing him, we need a pirate!

Kim rolled her eyes and sighed. Ron, we so do not need a pirate! She ignored further mumblings from her boyfriend, Anyway, this guy had a naming fixation, for reasons we don’t have time to get into! For instance, his first sub was called the Nomenclature!

Yeah! Ron added between mouthfuls, He was always coming up behind his crew and pointing at things, and shouting ‘Name that Instrument!’, or whatever, and if they couldn’t, he punished them!

Monique’s eyebrows rose. Like Gemini?

Both shook their heads. No, Kim replied, Rovair’s henchpeople have Henchco’s ‘Standard Henchman Contract Number 5’, which has death benefits. If Rovair kills them, his rates go up!

Monique closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. Ooookay! You said…his ‘first’ submarine?

Kim nodded. Right, we captured that one, and the Navy has it now. Ron mumbled something about ‘prize money’, but Kim ignored it. We didn’t do so well with the second one, which he named the Appellation, though we got off to a good start! Ron had him climbing the bulkheads pretending that he thought it was named for the Appalachian Mountains! Rovair even sent a crewman to get a dictionary, and read the whole definition of ‘appellation’ aloud! Meanwhile, I was supposed to be using the diversion to come up with some way to force them to surface. Tried triggering a fire alarm at the damage control panel, but…well, the response was very localized… She trailed off.

Before Monique could prod her, Ron supplied the answer. Yep, Kim got foamed, big time! All you could see were two green eyes in this pile of white! Then, he flushed us out of an airlock, but luckily we weren’t running deep! Monique’s jaw dropped, but any further discussion was interrupted by the bell.

Ron jumped up with his now-empty tray in hand, then took Kim’s half-full one from her with a frown. Kim, you have to learn not to waste so much food! Only take as much as you can eat in the time you have! He lectured her sternly, then spun around and went to drop them off.

Kim exchanged a wry look with Monique. Right, I’ll have to remember that! Well, catch you later, if you’re not busy!

Monique shook her head, Girlfriend, there is no way you’re leaving me with that many loose ends! We will finish this conversation, trust me!

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Bernadette Barr was very surprised when the door to her office opened midway through lunch period, or at least surprised by who opened it. Doctor Possible?

Anne, please, Bernadette! I’m sorry to surprise you, but I was hoping to talk to you without Kim knowing. Anne Possible seemed extremely uncomfortable for some reason, so Bernie responded with a reassuring smile. Of course! Please, have a seat! Bernie gestured to a brand new swivel chair she’d bought herself, to replace the old straight-backed chair . She sat down on the bed, and waited for Anne to open the conversation.

I’m not sure how to begin, to be honest! Anne finally admitted. Her gaze drifted to the desk top, and focused on a sheet of paper laying there. What’s this? she asked, picking it up.

Oh, I have an old boyfriend working at the local TV station, that’s a copy of the official press release that was sent to the media this morning. 9:45 locally, 11:45 on the East Coast, gave the networks fifteen minutes to get something together for the Noon news there. Local stations also waited until noon, trying to get more details. Doctor Director was straight with us, it’s pretty close to the truth, as far as I can tell.

I haven’t listened to the news since this morning. Anne muttered absently as she read the release, frown deepening as she did. Sixteen of the eighteen kidnappers were killed by local security forces during the rescue… She looked up at Bernie, It wasn’t Global Justice doing the rescue? Oh, never mind, Betty Director mentioned that! Was the killing necessary?

Bernie hesitated before replying. Well, my viewpoint might be biased, to be honest. But, no attempt to demand their surrender occurred, and some of them, who were chasing Kim, were unarmed. We were inside this large warehouse, which had a machine shop in it.” She shuddered slightly, “Once the rescue team knew where we were located inside the building, they came in shooting. Some Counter terrorist units do operate that way.

But these weren’t terror…oh, but they used the counter terrorist unit, and they used their SOP? But, ‘chasing Kim’? Unarmed?

Well, they didn’t know it was Kim. She disguised herself as a street urchin, acting like she’d just snuck in. She showed herself when the leader decided to shoot one of my shipmates to prove to Will Du how serious they were, before they started torturing him. Of those chasing Kim, some seemed to be enjoying the hide-and-seek chase, others were annoyed. The leader was livid, but kept telling them not to start shooting, just to catch the ‘urchin’ before he or she could get out. Then the rescue team hit.

Anne nodded thoughtfully. So one moment, it’s a Kim-style caper, albeit probably more intense then usual, and the next, it turns into something entirely different? Bernie nodded in agreement. Anne sighed, You know, Jim has been worried for a while about Kim losing her innocence. Hardly unusual for a father, right? Discovering boys, how she chose to explore the new discovery, etcetera? I don’t worry about that, I prepared my daughter for that the best way I could, and I have confidence in her decision making on that score. So, I began to worry about of ways to lose one’s ‘innocence’, things more likely to happen to Kim. And this… She held up the paper, Was one I actually feared would happen! This sort of thing, I mean. But she hasn’t said a word about it to me, and it’s been nearly a year?

Bernie nodded. November 5th was the rescue, last year. So she hasn’t talked to anyone about it, that you know of?

Anne shook her head slowly. Unless someone at Global Justice counseled her, nobody that I know of. How did she seem, right afterwards?

Bernie grimaced. She didn’t know I was there, until after the rescue. I was being carried out on a stretcher, when I passed her, and one of the American ‘advisors’, who don’t get a mention in that press release. She was definitely in a daze, until she spotted my face. Then I guess shock snapped her out of it, and she rushed over to talk with me. Bad timing, though!

Why?

I’m not sure about all of this, Anne, remember that, please! I’d just been given a shot to knock me out, and kill the pain. Kim came up, and asked me what I was doing there. And I think I managed to answer that I was about to ask her the same thing. Then I faded out. I’m not sure, but I think I heard Kim scream as I did, she may have thought I’d died, not sure. She hasn’t talked to me about it either, and I’m reluctant to bring it up myself, sorry.

When Anne didn’t speak, but sat gazing into space, Bernie hazarded a guess regarding her concerns. You’re worried about some kind of delayed Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, aren’t you?

Maybe, I’m not sure. Anne replied quietly, Will Du came to see her, the first week in December. I didn’t hear what they talked about, but they just sat on opposite ends of the couch, talking, both as stiff as if they were sitting at attention. Then he left, just like that! I don’t know why I didn’t ask any questions, then or later. I mean, she had only seemed a little subdued after that mission, nothing serious. And she seemed to be back to normal in a week or so. Will’s visit seemed to regress her, but only for a day or two. Then, there didn’t seem to be any problem at all! And I’m a fool, I think, for believing that!

Bernie shook her head. Not a fool, just a mother hoping…wanting to believe, that nothing was wrong. You’re a member of a very non-exclusive club in that respect! And don’t tell me how much smarter then the average Mom you are, true or not! You have the same hopes most of them have, and the same inclination to indulge in them! She leaned back on her hands, and gazed up at the ceiling, You know, I’ve been waiting for PTSD to hit me, ever since I came home from the hospital for Thanksgiving, last year. Told the Navy psychiatrists I knew the symptoms, and I’d holler for help the second any appeared! But none have! Maybe if it can’t sneak up on you, it can’t be bothered? Don’t reply to that, I know it facetious!

Anne nodded absently, as she began talking quietly. I think Kim has been running from it, all this last year. Literally running, that is! I mean, she was always willing to help with things, to help others. She got carried away once, and I think Ron brought her down to Earth with that story with the super-speed shoes, and the BeBe robots? She cut back, until last year, then started doing it again! But, as I see it now, she almost seemed desperate to remain in motion. As if she could literally outrun something like that!

She broke off and looked up as she heard the muffled sound of the school bell ringing in the halls. Bernie stood up and began to speak, but Anne spoke first, continuing her train of thought. And now, with her injury, she may think she can’t run anymore, and whatever is chasing her in her own mind is going to catch up with her! And I have to take part of the blame for not getting her to face it before, in safer circumstances!

Bernie glanced at the door, while stepping forward. Anne, I think…we may be out of time. There came a knock on the door, and it swung open to reveal Kim, who stepped quickly in and then stopped short. Mom? What are you doing here? Before she could receive an answer, a muffled voice emanated from inside her sling. She reached into it and pulled out her Kimmunicator, already activated, with Wade’s face on it’s screen. Your Mom? What’s she doing there? the boy genius was asking.

Looking back and forth between her mother’s somewhat guilty look, and Bernie’s resigned one, Kim made a face. Talking about me, I guess! But, that’s not important, let’s get on with your scan, Wade! Bernie’s look changed to one of wary interest, as Kim began to turn slowly in place, while watching readouts on the Kimmunicator’s screen. She stopped turning suddenly, and walked towards an old table beneath the room’s only window. She knelt down carefully in front of it, and looked up underneath it. Found it! She announced, as Bernie knelt beside her and peered at the table’s underside herself. And scowled at what she saw.

Bernie turned to Anne, Hand me a pair of disposable gloves, will you, Anne? she asked, pointing at a one cabinet. As Bernie put them on, Anne steadied Kim as she stood up again. Bernie reached under the table and pulled something loose from the underside, then stood up herself. It didn’t take an expert to recognize the object as a transmitter. It came off very easily, and this adhesive looks very ragged. She observed.

It is! Wade responded. It would probably have fallen off in a day or two, whoever planted it made a mistake there!

Unless it was supposed to fall off and be found. Kim replied. Ignoring the puzzled looks from all three of her audience, she pointed the scanner eye of the Kimmunicator at the object. Okay, Wade, check it out!

Okay, but I’m not sure why, I don’t have a copy of Ricky Carroll’s DNA to match what I find to…oh. Wade looked vaguely ill. Um, Kim, I found some DNA that matches… He trailed off.

Kim sighed regretfully. My brothers? As her mother glanced sharply at her, Wade slowly nodded his head. I was afraid of that. Kim muttered, then met her mother’s gaze. Mom, I think it went like this…

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I think I’ll break off here. Don’t want a huge chapter. Thanks to all those who have reviewed me, please keep it up! I need the love, or whatever, heh!