Kim Possible Porn Story: His Honor The Mayor Drew Lipsky – Chapter 16

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Shego was frustrated. Watching Drakken’s little press conference from a distance had seemed a good idea initially, when all she expected him to do was make a speech and answer or evade one or two questions. But now that things were typically taking a turn to the weird side, she wished she was close enough to hear what was going on.

Not that she was having too much trouble interpreting some things. Dementor’s appearance, then the dramatically revealed picture, which she couldn’t make out clearly, but now guessed was of Kim. Mainly because Stoppable was now standing in a brace that would have done credit to a Guardsman in front of Buckingham Palace, while Shego could almost swear the air separating him from Kim’s parents was shimmering as if hotter then the air around it. Buffoon take a naughty pic of Kimmie, and Dementor got hold of it? Nah! No way that could have happened, must be reading too much into things!

Shego was currently in disguise, having spent the afternoon tailing the lowlife who had been after Doctor Drakken’s DNA. He’d offered the guards quite a nice sum of money for a few hairs, to be specific. That smelled to Shego like a frame-up kind of sitch. Unless it was Amy, then anything could be behind it. Did she actually mutter something about a Drakken/Naked Mole Rat hybrid when she was soused at Christmas last year? Shego shuddered at the thought, and resumed watching the shenanigans in progress across the street. All I got for my troubles was hearing him call up someone named ‘Del’ and report that he hadn’t been successful yet. We may have to let him have what he wants and follow him to find out who hired him.

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Wilhelm, why would I want people to think you’re a pervert? Those sort of pranks we play on each other are our own private business, we agreed on that, remember? Drakken was saying reasonably. He noticed that the press was taking pictures of the picture, and felt a brief pang of sympathy for Kim. Why, he wasn’t sure. She’d brought about the situation herself with her plan to thwart the theft, and Drakken had ended up with recurring back pain as a result. Maybe it was that it was just one more blow piled on the teenager when she was already down. Not that the picture was all that bad, but that could be partly because Dementor’s printout was not the best quality. If her undergarments had gotten soaked, then…Drakken banished those thoughts quickly, and returned his full attention to Dementor.

Vell… The diminutive scientist was suspicious, but nodding slightly, Dat’s true, but who else would have done it? No one noticed Ron’s fidgeting, except Kim’s parents. The boy suddenly steeled himself, and turned to face them. Mr Doctor P, Mrs Doctor P, let me explain, please? He pleaded quietly. After a moment, they both nodded, still scowling.

Well I don’t know, Wilhelm, who else would want to sully your reputation? Aren’t you in some sort of legal battle with your sister, for instance? Drakken suggested.

Dementor’s eyes widened, then narrowed again as he nodded, Ja, dat is true! Mind you, I don’t have much of a chance, but…Myron did upload those photos of Fraulein Shego, so…. Drakken flinched at the mention of the Shego photos. If they were getting wider distribution, Cousin Eddie was going to have to find a very deep hole to live in, when he got out of the hospital. Then his attention switched to two men approaching Dementor. They were very obviously law enforcement of some kind.

The larger of the two addressed the diminutive tyrant, who hadn’t noticed them until then, Professor Wilhelm Dementor? I’m Special Agent Rusk and this is Special Agent Hill, Homeland Security. Tell me, Professor, what Port of Entry did you enter this country through on this visit of yours?

Dementor’s expression shifted to panic, and beads of sweat began to form on his exposed face, despite the cool air. Ah! Well, in point of fact, um, I used a little invention of mine that….err, well, you see…

Do you have your passport with you, Professor? Agent Rusk cut him off, gazing sternly down on the German supervillain.

Passport? Dementor patted all his pockets, Er, I may have left it in my desk…back in Germany? He ended feebly. Drakken was doing his best not to smile widely at his old rival’s discomfiture. He noticed Ron huddled with the Possible adults, then glanced around and frowned slightly. Where had Kim gone?

I’m afraid you’re going to have to come with us, Professor, and explain this ‘little invention’ of yours, while you’re at it! Rusk took Dementor by one arm, Hill the other, and began to lead him to a waiting SUV. No rocket pack this time, Wilhelm? Drakken called after him.

Dementor turned his head to glare back over his shoulder at Drakken, Vat! Under a tailored suit? Are you mad?

And that’s the only reason, I swear! Ron was finishing his story to Kim’s parents, speaking in a low but urgent voice, I just wanted to capture that image of her, right then, just to remember, honestly! I never meant for it to get on Dementor’s system, I just screwed up, again!

The angry glare had subsided to looks of disapproval, Anne’s milder then James’. Ron, I may understand why you did it, but I can’t help being angry that it came out now, with Kim… Anne spoke softly, before Ron interrupted.

I know, I know! On the way back from Germany, I swear I heard Mister Barkin’s voice, saying something from football practice! ‘Don’t pile on, it’s bad sportsmanship!’ And that’s why I told Kim about it yesterday, admitted the whole thing, so I wouldn’t ‘pile on’ to her problems! And look what happened! I thought I made it clear to Dementor that that picture had better vanish! But, I also may have helped put the idea in his head that someone deliberately put those pictures on his system, so maybe I’m partially to blame for this, too. He shrugged helplessly, then noticed James’ look had become sterner again.

Pictures, plural, Ronald? He asked. But the subject changed abruptly when Anne suddenly asked in a worried voice, Where did Kim go?

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Shego?

GAH! The pale thief jumped when the voice came from right next to her. Her head whipped around to find Kim standing there, a bemused expression on her face. How did you do that? I didn’t even see you leave the crowd over there!

Kim smiled faintly and shrugged. I had to get away from them in order to do some thinking. Then I saw you over here, and wanted to ask you about some things. She spoke in such a mild voice, lacking any emotional inflection, that Shego gaped. I’m her nemesis! And I’m supposed to be in disguise! She’s….something’s not right about her, Doctor D was right. Um, what are you thinking about, Princess?

Ninjas, at the moment. Kim quietly replied, as she turned to look back across the street at the press conference.

Ninjas, riiiight! Oh, wait! You mean Stoppable’s friends? Shego wondered if Kim was going to go ‘walkabout’ again, like the night Drakken had taken her to the lair.

Kim shook her head. No, these do medical things to you, without you knowing it. Shego cringed a bit, and was about to humor the girl, when a nagging memory stopped her. Wait a minute, I think I’ve heard about something like that before! Meanwhile, Kim continued talking. They visited me once, don’t know when, and put some stuff in me that was supposed to induce a coma on command, and then sustain it for as long as desired, after which the nanobots causing it would have broken down, leaving no traces behind. Then they visited me a second time, and put something different in my shoulder, to let me use it normally while it heals.

Trying to process all this information, Shego asked the first question to pop into her head. Something different? Why didn’t she keep the shoulder thing a secret? Might have given her the element of surprise with someone.

Kim nodded. Wade called it biotech. Intelligent cells or something, that can be programmed to do lots of things, good or bad, for a person. They’re very hard to detect, if you don’t know what you’re looking for. That caught Shego’s attention, but Kim continued before she could ask any questions. And now Doctor Director says Agent Alpha was abducted by ninjas, she thinks against his will, and I wondered if that’s a coincidence?

Hello! Shego tried to conceal her interest as much as possible. Kimmie, you say this stuff is difficult to detect? Do you think these ninjas made it themselves? And abducted Alpha because he used it without permission, or stole it? But Kim just shrugged, and Shego sighed in disappointment. Then they were distracted by the sound of Ron’s voice, and looked up see him dashing across the road, followed by the Doctors Possible. KP! What’s going on? Why did you wander off like that?

She wanted to get away from all the noise you were making so she could think, Stoppable! Shego snapped. Startled, Ron tripped on the curb and went down on one knee as he gawked at her. SHEGO?!

Well, my disguise worked on someone! Shego glared at Ron as Kim offered him a hand up. Yeah, Shego! Just having a conversation here, Stoppable, don’t get your boxers in a bunch! She said this more for the benefit of the Doctors Possible, who arrived with scowls on their faces. James stood there with his arms crossed, studying the thief, while Anne took Kim by the shoulders. Kim, are you all right? she asked with unconcealed concern.

Sure, Mom. Just asking…was going to ask Shego if she ever heard of those medical ninjas before. And then….asking her opinion on something. Kim sighed, But that one required privacy, so it’ll have to wait. Anne blinked, while Shego raised one eyebrow curiously. When everyone’s attention turned to her, though, she shifted her stance uneasily.

Um, I may have heard something about those ninjas before, but not sure when or where, right now. She shrugged, But now I have a question, if you don’t mind? This stuff that was put in Kim’s shoulder? Is there anyway to detect it? She almost winced when she saw the interest that generated in Ron’s and the Doctors’ eyes. Kim however seemed alarmingly indifferent. Her lips were moving very slightly, her gaze unfocused. She’s either very distracted by her own thoughts, or needs to sleep in a padded cell tonight. And now I’ll never get any sleep until I find out what she wanted to talk about, Dammit!

We’re still not clear on that, Shego. We need a little more information. The visitors left us some information, but we’re still verifying all of it. Anne answered politely. When Shego looked puzzled, she explained about the flash drive. Then wondered how good an idea that was when she saw how interested Shego suddenly was.

At that point a distraction occurred when they heard applause across the street, and Drakken’s hovercraft rose into the air high enough to clear traffic, then crossed over the street and descended next to them. Just as he did, Kim’s Kimmunicator went off, which snapped her out of her daze immediately.

Need a ride back to the lair, Shego? Drakken asked his associate. Before she could answer, Kim spoke up, even as she keyed the Kimmunicator on. Doctor Drakken, I’d really like to talk to you about something. Go, Wade!

What? Drakken’s there? Oh, yeah, I got something on that nanotech from your head, and I feel like an idiot for not getting it before! When Doctor Director said they compared it to all the nanotech they’d dealt with before, it suddenly occurred to me that some stuff didn’t go to GJ, that we’ve encountered! So I ran some tests of my own, and think I made a match!

Kim’s brow furrowed. Didn’t go to GJ? Then it wasn’t a supervillain…oh, no, the Nanomoths?

Wade nodded happily. You got it! Not one hundred percent conclusive, but I have proof that the Nanomoths were probably made by the same person who made the coma-inducing nanites!

Ron promptly perked up. OH! I know who it is, then! he exclaimed, then hedged a bit, Maybe…possibly…if Dementor told me the truth! He said those Nanomoths were made by Herman Bortel, Cyrus Bortel’s son! He’s a student at M.I.S.T. Right now! This revelation generated exclamations from both James Possible and Drakken.

A Mistie was responsible for that incident?

Cyrus Bortel’s son, hmmm? Chip off the old block, it seems.

Kim just took the news quietly, and nodded. Then we have to go talk to Herman Bortel, Ron!

Yeah, we sure do! I’m going to ask…hold it KP! I don’t think you should go, you don’t seem yourself right now! Anne and James both added their agreement with Ron’s comment, causing Kim to scowl slightly.

I’m fine! And this is my problem, remember? So, I’m going to go see this guy, and find out why he did what he did, though I already have an idea. Kim’s low-key response did nothing to allay her parents’ worry. She didn’t even raise her voice. I’ll be fine, Ron will be with me, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Wade now spoke up. He’d been typing furiously since Ron’s mention of Herman Bortel. Got him, Kim! He’s a sophomore, and living off campus. He was in a frat last year, but not this semester. No record of misbehavior to explain it, however. Want his address?

Kim smiled slightly. Please and Thank You! Ron had gotten a bit nervous for some reason, and now looked around to see that the press was watching them from across the street, having obviously watched Drakken’s movements. Guys, we’re being watched!

Err, Kimberley… Drakken spoke up, If you’re insistent on going, and really need to talk to me, I can give you and Stoppable a ride there. We can discuss whatever is bothering you on the way.

Kim responded without hesitation, which caused Ron to look even more closely at his girlfriend, almost as if trying to see if she was real, or some kind of syntho-drone. Thank You, that’s a good idea. Kim replied to the offer, We’d better get going, I’d like to make it home in time for dinner. She made to climb in to the hovercraft without waiting for anyone else to comment, and Shego found herself giving the girl a hand before she realized it. Ron, however, she let climb in on his own, quelling his attempt to call ‘shotgun’ with a glare. She climbed in last, giving Drakken a questioning look. He just shrugged in reply, and lifted into the air.

The Doctors Possible both watched them fly away with bemused expressions. Finally Anne turned to James and remarked, Sometimes I wish life was as simple as it is in Ron’s stories.

James looked confused. Ron’s stories? They’re hardly simple! All sorts of teenage angst and supervillain business colliding with each other!

Exactly! Anne replied, Come on, have to get home and start supper for the boys, and hopefully Kim. She started towards where she’d parked the minivan. James watched her for a second, still confused. Then the light dawned. Oh! I guess she has a point. But as he got into the driver’s seat, something else nagging at his subconscious suddenly surfaced. Just a minute…that address…

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Shego sat frowning with her arms crossed, gaze shifting from Drakken to Ron, and back again. Kim was directly behind her, and she didn’t want to bother turning that far around. Finally unable to keep silent, and unwilling to discuss ‘business’ in front of the two teens, she finally chose a safe topic. So, what happened to Pretzel Man back there?

Drakken looked momentarily perplexed. Who? Oh, Wilhelm! It seems someone tipped off Homeland Security that he had one of his Transportulator modules here in Middleton, in his secret hideout.

Room 3J West, Bellington Courts Apartments. Kim chimed in. She seemed to be enjoying the flight, studying the passing terrain below with interest.

Drakken snickered. Yes, that secret hideout! Anyway, they must have been monitoring it, and picked him up for illegal entry into the country.

Shego regarded him with a sardonic grin on her face. Gee, I wonder who tipped them off? Drakken shrugged, affecting an air of innocence.

Not the best thing to be reminded of, that thingamajig! Ron remarked sourly.

Drakken smiled. Why? Because I tried to trick you and Kimberley into stealing it? His face soured, Of course, if I’d known how big the thing was, I’d have used that trick for something more reasonable! But when he bragged about it to his old classmates, he claimed it was ‘portable’!

Shego snorted. Well, if one has a flatbed truck and a portable winch, you can handle one! Though I’m glad you didn’t waste my time with it! I’d have been mad as hell to give up my vacation time and then find out you wanted me to steal something the size of a set of double-wide telephone booths! Stoppable’s version was funnier, anyway!

Drakken nodded. Yes, at least I was partially successful in print! Though I did wonder, Ronald, why did you credit me with fooling you two so well in your story? Oh, and was the talent show part of the story true?

Just wanted to be fair, just that one time, made for a better story, anyway. As to the contest, not so much! My comedy routine bombed, and Bonnie’s performance tanked, too. Ron replied, sounding bored. But I had her do much better in the story, needed Kim to have some serious competition!

She wanted her father to see it. When he didn’t make it, it took something out of her. Kim remarked absently. Ron looked at her and winced, apparently he hadn’t known that fact before. Kim then looked at Drakken, Did Professor Dementor ever correct the faults in that machine?

Drakken smirked, and shook his head. Oh, my, no! As long as it worked, after a fashion, he couldn’t be bothered! On he went to new projects!

Shego snorted again. Oh, yeah, it works real good! You just can’t wear any metal, or have any metal in your body, for pretty much the same reason you don’t put it in the microwave! Oh, and it doesn’t work during peak calling hours, go figure! She added sarcastically, then paused, frowning, How did he get one of those things to the third floor of an apartment building? Dismantle it and assemble it on site?

Most likely, yes! Drakken replied. Then he looked over his shoulder at Kim. Wasn’t there something you wanted to talk about, Kimberley?

Kim started, and looked embarrassed. Sorry, I forgot! Let me start with the ninjas… She told Drakken basically the same story she’d told Shego, while Ron scowled at her candor. Draken glanced at Shego when the biotech was mentioned, and nodded thoughtfully. When Kim was finished, he considered the information for a moment before replying.

Well, to begin, I didn’t hire these ‘ninjas’, if you’re wondering. As to the plan of whoever did? I’ll admit I’m puzzled! If you found the nanotech so easily the first time, there seems little doubt it would have been found if you simply lapsed into a coma, or if you did because of something one of the supervillain community did!

If it was done by one of you guys, sure, but what if it wasn’t? Ron responded. That drew a nod of agreement from Drakken

And another thing… Shego added, What if whoever it is doesn’t know that they’d find it? After all, if he only goes by Stoppable’s stories, he probably isn’t all that sure what they can find. After all, that gadget of hers doesn’t do everything it does in the stories!

That’s true, the functions Ron attributes to the Kimmunicator in his writing are actually carried out by four different devices. Kim remarked, And I don’t always carry them all, unless I have my backpack. So, whoever it is, they may not know we’d even look for something like that, or find it if we did.

Drakken nodded in agreement. But they would know to hire these, um, what should we call them?

Ron’s ‘Ninja Nurses’? Kim answered with a smile. The smile negated any embarrassment Ron might have felt, he was happy to see Kim showing a little more animation. Drakken raised a querulous eyebrow, then replied dryly, Yes, those people! Do we know anything more about them? I’ve never personally heard of them myself.

Kim shook her head, and replied as she again watched the scenery below. They were circling M.I.S.T. already, so Drakken was obviously stalling to gain more information. Nor had we, though a reliable source says this is their usual business, doing medical things to people that for some reason requires stealth. I’m kinda surprised there’s enough business of that kind for someone to specialize in it. Oh, our source says some of them were caught on one of their missions recently, I was going to ask Doctor Director about it, and forgot. She frowned as she remembered the omission. Can’t afford to start forgetting things like that, just because I’m trying to forget something bad! she muttered, then her brow furrowed as she considered what she’d said.

For the record, I don’t think what’s going on has anything to do with anyone in the ‘supervillain’ business, Kimberley. Drakken told her, then shocked Shego by bringing up the attempt to steal some of his DNA. She’d barely recovered from that when he turned to her and asked, What did you learn trailing the man?

Uh—well, not much, um, he wanted to get some hair, I’m thinking to plant somewhere, frame-up kind of thing? Shego winced inwardly at her own lame delivery. Unless it’s Amy, in which case… She shrugged.

We should be on the look-out for blue Naked Mole Rats with delusions of grandeur? Drakken quipped, and Shego’s eyes widened, but then she smirked and shot back, And that’s something to take lightly? Drakken snorted as he began a gradual descent towards their destination. In the back, Rufus stuck his head out of Ron’s pocket and eyed the two suspiciously, before slowly nodding and withdrawing again.

Kim spoke up. I agree with you, Doctor Drakken, I don’t think this is supervillain business, I think it’s to do with the election. Ron, who had briefly been lost in thoughts of evil Mole Rats, snapped alert and frowned quizzically at her. The Election? How do you figure that?

She smiled faintly. It’s a bit of a leap, not to mention an ego trip of sorts, but I think it would make the headlines, ‘Teen Heroine in coma after ____.’ fill in the blank, no clue exactly what it would be, but it would be something to embarrass one of the candidates, maybe cost them the election.

Ron scowled as he worked it through in his own mind. And why are we so sure we’re not riding with people responsible? No offense, but you’re the most likely suspects, after all. His tone wasn’t the least bit apologetic, but neither Drakken or Shego chose to take offense. In any event, Kim responded first.

For one, Ron, that coma-inducing stuff was probably in me for some time before Drakken entered the race. He still could have orchestrated it, as part of a long range plan, but he would have known it was likely Wade would find it sooner or later. I think he would have done that at the last minute. Of course, I still don’t know why he entered the race in the first place. Kim immediately noticed Shego sliding down in her seat as if trying to become invisible, the universal behavior of the guilty of conscience. But it looks like Shego had something to do with it. She observed with a faint grin.

The pale thief shot upright in her seat again, muttering under her breath. Then she turned around to face Kim, and practically snarled out the story. The true story. When she was done, Kim had a slightly dazed look, while Ron had a disbelieving expression on his face. Then Drakken spoke up. I hope the devil has his thermal underwear available, the odds on Hell freezing over have certainly gone up in the last month or two…

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Herman Bortel didn’t much resemble his father, but the potential was there. He was heavy-set, and had to work hard to keep the pounds off. His brown hair showed no signs of thinning yet, but even if it did, he was working on a nanite-based technological solution to baldness. The precise method still eluded him, but he’d find inspiration somewhere.

He was currently living in a small two story house just off campus, with a large room on the first floor used by many previous tenants for the same purpose as he himself did, as a laboratory. The house was indifferently furnished, a collection of mixed pieces left behind by the various previous occupants. Absolutely nothing matched, and Herman didn’t care a bit. As long as he had his privacy to work, and rarely play, without the annoyance of dealing with Seniors with their assumed superiority based solely on their earlier enrollment. Juniors weren’t much better, but every time one of them threw his weight around, a Senior always seemed to pounce on him, sometimes seeming to materialize from thin air. Which, considering the prestige and scientific potential of his erstwhile frat brothers, wasn’t entirely out of the question.

Herman had to admit to being occasionally impressed by something his fellow students produced, but never for long. He certainly intended to get his own degrees, but had no doubts regarding achieving that goal. It was just going to take too long as far as he was concerned, while he had to put up with all the insipid behavior that constituted ‘college’ life, even at a school supposedly attended by only the most serious students.

Right now, he was busy encoding a personal letter to his father. The encoding was necessary from Herman’s point of view, since his father’s communications seemed to be monitored by dozens of individuals and agencies seeking to learn his secrets, and sometimes succeeding when Cyrus, in the euphoria of making a new breakthrough, would fire off indiscreet messages to colleagues and rivals trumpeting his success. And Herman would prefer that anyone reading his private correspondence would at least have to go to the trouble of deciphering it.

He vaguely heard an odd humming from outside as he sat at his desk writing, but ignored it. Unless the odd sounds came out of the lab, where a couple of experiments were ongoing, he tended not to care. If it did come from the lab, well, that was certainly different. He had noticed early on that the outer walls of the laboratory, despite being twice the thickness of those in the rest of the house, had been wholly or partially rebuilt more then once. In one place, the reconstruction had partially eradicated something etched in the brickwork, probably with a laser. What remained was the message, ‘James Loves An…’. The rest was gone, along with part of the heart that had enclosed it.

But when his doorbell rang, he couldn’t ignore that. Finishing his current sentence, he put the message in his desk drawer and locked it, then stood, took his jacket from the back of the chair and donned it, buttoning it and making sure it hung properly before going to the door. He put the chain on before cracking it, preparing a harsh welcome to whoever was there, provided they weren’t faculty. But the sight of who stood there, and whom he fully recognized, stopped the words in his throat. It took him a moment just to speak the obvious. Kim Possible?

The redhead smiled at him. Ron Stoppable’s face was somewhat more hostile, and the third person, a woman he didn’t recognize, seemed to be bored. Then Kim spoke. Yep, that’s me, Hi. Herman Bortel? I wanted to have a word with you, about Nanomoths, among other things?

It took a moment for her words to register, and another for him to sort out their implications. Then an angry look crossed his face, and he closed the door. Ron prepared to give the door a kick, while behind him there was a brief sizzle of plasma, which ended with a gasp from the disguised Shego. But as Kim spun to look at the thief, puzzled concern on her face, there was the sound of the chain being undone, and the door was flung open. Herman Bortel was walking away from the door even as it swung open.

He stopped in the middle of his living room and turned, and was surprised to see his visitors hadn’t entered yet. A hushed conversation at his doorway ended with a muttered, sharp word from the woman he didn’t recognize. Finally Kim came in, still glancing behind her, along with a puzzled, scowling Ron, who couldn’t seem to decide who he wanted to keep an eye on, Herman or the strange woman.

Well, I suppose one can’t expect to trust a blackmailer. Herman began sourly. First my erstwhile collaborator on the so-called ‘nanomoths’ ratted me out to an unknown party, now said party has apparently broken his word to me to maintain my anonymity in exchange for some work. So, you’re here to chastise me for my clothing devouring creation? Frankly, I’d appreciate the recognition, they have several commercial applications, not the least of which are the potential practical joke aspects.

Kim regarded him narrowly, shaking her head. You are a chip off the old block! Just like your father wanting to sell his emotion control chips online…

Ah yes! I’ll have you know father is busy now, trying to duplicate the effects your boyfriend here gave to the fictional ‘Moodulator’. His original Emotion Suppression chip was only meant to keep emotions controlled, in a number of applications. He has no idea how Stoppable managed to make one work in reverse, and somehow amplify a person’s emotions? Herman regarded Kim expectantly.

She just shrugged in response. He has a talent for things like that. Not to mention managing to get one of the darn things on practically everyone’s neck at one time or another! That mission had been a pain, far less ‘fun’ then Ron’s version, topped off by a visit from the Government agent in charge of censoring Ron. He wanted the existence of the chips kept secret. They only suppressed emotions, and could easily be blown out if a very strong stimulus occurred, but some people would certainly have uses for them. But about being blackmailed? Would that be blackmailed into creating a form of nanotech that can induce a coma in a person?

Herman’s expression immediately became more guarded. What would you know about that?

Kim pointed to her head. It was in here, but it malfunctioned, and we got it out. She waited to see if Herman’s ego overrode his survival instincts.

Herman’s face twisted anxiously. The choice of denying anything to do with the nanotech warred with his need to know…Malfunctioned how, exactly? he asked, trying not to sound too interested…and failing miserably.

Kim responded with a pained grin as she remembered. Let’s just say it was exposed to some unusual sound waves. But more importantly, from my point of view…. She stepped closer to Herman, her mild expression vanished, and there suddenly seemed to be fire in her eyes, and steel in her voice, Who did you give it to, to use on me?

Herman backed up a step, and bumped into someone. He looked over his shoulder to find another pair of Emerald eyes burning into his. He hadn’t even noticed Shego circling behind him. I—I don’t know! Honestly! I have a name, but I’m sure it’s assumed! I never even met the person directly! And I certainly didn’t know who he was intending to use it on!

Kim held up two fingers. Questions! One, what’s the name? Two, where is your former collaborator, since he must have told the blackmailer, directly or indirectly, that you made the Nanomoths in order for you to be blackmailed?

Herman regained some composure, giving Kim a supercilious smirk. Good luck running him down, he’s currently studying in Japan, on an exchange program switch. He won’t accept my calls, not that I tried more than once. Easier to give the blackmailer what he wanted then try and identify him. Especially since I relished the challenge! He ended giving her a haughty look, which vanished instantly when Shego spoke practically in his ear, in a decidedly unfriendly voice. What about that name, Hermie? Despite a cold sweat suddenly breaking out on his forehead, and a sudden uncontrollable twitching of his left eye, Herman managed to respond in a level voice. Del Rose.

Shego couldn’t prevent a flicker of interest at the name, and she knew Kim had seen it. She sighed inwardly, then spoke. Well, that name’s come up already today! Or at least ‘Del’ has, looks like we may have some prey in common, Princess! Then she saw Kim had drifted away again, at least mentally. Did that name mean something more to her, or is she having more severe emotional problems then I thought? She wondered.

Seeing both women distracted, Ron decided to speak up, addressing Herman. Just like your father, you don’t seem to care what use your inventions can be put to, you just want to make them, just to prove that you can!

Herman looked at Ron appreciatively. Exactly! He replied emphatically. Ron blinked. He took that as a compliment? Then he saw Kim walking towards the door. KP? She looked up at him absently, but kept walking. Time to go, Ron, better get back to Mom and Dad, before they worry. She said in a distracted tone as she opened the door and walked out. Ron looked at the still-beaming Herman, then the scowling Shego, before following Kim out, shrugging helplessly.

Shego walked around Herman, and his smile disappeared as he regarded her warily. Just who are you, anyway? He almost asked if she was Kim’s assistant, but that potentially fatal mistake was forestalled by Shego’s response.

Frustrated she couldn’t give the idiot the best possible clue to her identity, Shego settled for leaning in close and telling him in her most intimidating tone, Someone you had better hope never finds anything you made in her system, or yours is going to get cleaned out in a whole new way! Somehow Herman got the gist of it, or was just reacting to her tone, because he went very pale, and stood very still. Shego smirked at him, then walked out the door, not bothering to close it behind her.

Outside, Kim and Ron were surprised to find Kim’s parents had arrived. James and Drew were standing together, chatting about something, while James gazed at the house itself with a wistful smile on his face. Anne was looking at him from the front seat of the van, with a fond smile on her own face. When she first saw Kim coming, her smile widened as it shifted from her to the house and then back. Then a more concerned look crossed her face as she saw that Kim seemed to be far away in her mind, walking past her distracted father without a glance. Drakken did notice her, though, and frowned slightly, then stopped a reluctant Ron to exchange a few words.

As Kim climbed into the back seat, Anne smiled at her. Are you okay, Sweetheart? Kim nodded as she fastened her seatbelt. Sure. was her only response, though, as she settled herself and sat patiently. Anne’s smile faded, then a thought occurred to her. What did you think of the house, Kimmie? “This might trigger a spark of interest.”

Kim blinked and looked at her with faint puzzlement. It was all right I guess, why?

Anne’s smile returned, along with a sly look. Oh, it’s just that you just may have been conceived in that house. The results were satisfactory.

Kim blinked several times as her jaw slowly dropped, then her head snapped around to look at the house again. What? How—I mean, here? Her father opened the door and got in just then, and Ron came around to get in the back seat with Kim through the other side. He noticed Kim staring at the house. KP? Something wrong?

Kim took a moment to answer, as her father belted himself in and put the key in the ignition. Then she indicated the house, I was conceived in there! There was a startled grunt from the driver’s seat, and Anne’s eyes widened. Huh? was Ron’s response, before he noticed the odd look on James’ face. Something wrong, Mister Doctor P?

James didn’t answer, just unbelted himself and opened the door, climbing out and calling to Drakken, who was back in the hovercraft along with Shego. Err, Drew? I wonder if you can give me a hand? I somehow broke the key off in the ignition!

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I promise, next chapter the debates will happen, no matter what! Seriously, I ran over again. And I may be over hyping the darn thing, anyway! We’ll see.

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