Kim Possible Porn Story: This Animal I Have Become Chapter 2

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still there.

Song “Born
To Be Wild” by Steppenwolf

Chapter 2 Born
To Be Wild

The sun had
risen less then an hour before at an undercover Mithral base just
outside of Yuma, Arizona. On the tarmac was a cargo plane unloading
its payload in the early morning heat. It wasnt even 07:30 and
the temperature had already hit the high 70s. The clear desert sky
let the sun beat down onto this isolated base so hard that by now you
could already see the heat shimmering off of the tarmac. The only
saving grace was no humidity. Like ants, the people went about
unloading the massive AN-124 cargo plane.

If youve
never seen the Anotnov-124, then you really have no idea how big the
cargo plane is. From a distance it looks like any other large four
engined aircraft. But as you get closer, you begin to notice subtle
difference. Like the 20 wheeled main landing gear. Or the fact that
the things moving around the base of the aircraft are not people, but
TRUCKS. And that the tail looming nearly 21 meters (69 ft) overhead
tops seven stories. About that time you start to ask yourself, Just
how big is this goddamn thing. Apartment buildings are smaller by
an order of magnitude. They were built by the Soviet Union in a fit
of pique and pride to rival and surpass the American C-5 for sheer
flying bulk.

This particular
124 was carrying no less then three CH-47 Chinook helicopters,
a rather large aircraft in their own right, along with a multitude of
other various cargo packed around the 47s in the unused
space. Like a whale giving birth, under the watchful eye of the
Loadmaster/Crew Chief, the ground crew had just pulled the second of
the three big helos down the rear cargo ramp. They maneuvered it to
the left towards the hanger, where they would be given a new lease as
Mithral Combat aircraft. The Chief was a no nonsense grizzled,
leathery former U.S. Air Force Senior Master Chief. The man didnt
take crap off nobody. A General might think he outranked the Chief,
but outside of the cockpit, onboard the plane, hed be wrong. By
both custom and regulation, the Chief was the Boss.

Just before
takeoff from Merida Island, a bird Colonel tried to override some of
the Chiefs loading decisions. The Chief told him, Sir, why
dont you attempt aerial intercourse with a rotating pastry?

The Colonel
looked gob-smacked and must have needed a translation. What did
you just say, Chief?

Get your
motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And
whatever comes our way
Yeah drivin’ gonna make it happen
Take
the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And
explode into space

The Chief gave
the Officer a long, hard look. I was trying to be nice for the
lady present. But I guess you didnt understand me, so Ill use
plain language. Why dont you go take a flying fuck at a rolling
doughnut, SIR? This is my bird, the pilots just fly it, and all you
can tell me is what the cargo is. I decide when, where and how it
gets loaded. And if Ive got a good enough reason, I dont even
have to load it. Now, are you going to be a passenger? NO? Then how
bout you get the fuck off my bird, before I call the SPs, SIR

The Colonel left
after threatening the Chief a few more time and the Chief returned to
his job muttering about Pouges.

I like
smoke and lightning

Heavy metal
thunder
Racin’ with the wind
And the feelin’ that I’m
under
Yeah drivin’ gonna make it happen
Take the world in a
love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into
space

Seeing the that
the Chinook had cleared the ramp, the Chief looked over his shoulder,
gave a piercing whistle and waved another part of his load forward.
Down the ramp, from the shadows of the cavernous cargo bay and into
the early morning desert sun, came what looked like a childs toy
Hot Wheels, when compared to its transport to the desert.
It was a long, low, mean looking car that seemed to be painted almost
a flat black. It was clean 69 GTO with almost no chrome
anywhere except the front grill. Even the rims were matte. Old
fashioned Mag wheels that were burnished instead of chromed.
The windows were tinted so dark you could barely see shadows in the
car.

Like a true
nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so
high
I never wanna die

Born to be
wild
Born to be wild

As it entered
the sunlight, the color changed from the flat black to an almost
bottomless indigo. Once the wheels touched the tarmac, where the
Chinook had gone to the left, the car when right. The windows went
down, letting out the smells of hydraulic fluid, jet fuel and the
other sundry smells of any Military aircraft, while letting in the
clean fresh desert air. The strains of Steppenwolfs Born To Be
Wild filled the area around the ramp. The windows hit the bottom
of their track and the car laid rubber, until the traction control
kicked in stopping the excessive wheel spin. White smoke followed the
car as it left the bulk of the transport plane behind. Shaking his
head, the Chief turned and headed back to the front of the plane to
supervise both the movement of the last chopper and repairs to the
front cargo door.

Get your
motor runnin’
Head out on the highway
Lookin’ for adventure
And
whatever comes our way
Yeah drivin’ gonna make it happen
Take
the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
And
explode into space

The car
continued on, through the gate guarding the base and out into the
desert. Taking mostly two lane roads in a generally North East
direction at high speed, through the few curves like it was glued to
the road and approaching 150 MPH on the ridiculously long straights.
Approaching an intersection in the middle of nowhere, the car came to
a halt. Glancing to the right the driver queried his passenger. She
spoke and pointed to the right. Grabbing first gear the car power
slid its way around and was now heading almost due east into the
rising sun.

Like a true
nature’s child
We were born, born to be wild
We can climb so
high
I never wanna die

Born to be
wild
Born to be wild

Sousuke Sagara
and Kaname Chidori had arrived in America.

**********

A short time
prior, just as the car was rolling down the ramp, Kaname was berating
Sousuke about the lack of air-conditioning in the car. Glancing over
at the passenger, he remembered something Kurz had said to Mao once.
He told her But there is air-conditioning, Kaname. When asked
how it worked, he promptly hit the switches and rolled down both of
their windows. Once the windows hit bottom, he snatched second gear
so hard they left smoke in the air. Reaching 60 MPH and up shifting
to fourth, he looked her dead in the eye with an innocent expression
and said. See, 2/60 AC. Roll down two windows and drive 60 miles
per hour.

A growl was her
only response.

Seriously,
Kaname. I considered it, but it was contraindicated with the tradeoff
of power loss and added weight, considering the primary purpose the
car was intended for. Allowing you to escape an enemy.

Looking at him
coolly So you didnt have it installed for me.

That is
correct, Kaname.

She gave him a
half grin and said Alright Sousuke. Your off the hook this time.
But, we need to get it fixed. OK?

Understood.
As soon as we are settled, I will look for a reliable, discreet
technician for the installation. In the mean time I suggest we stay
hydrated to prevent heat injuries. Sousuke had prepared for this
in two ways. For himself, he had a CamelBak hung on the back of his
seat with the hose and bite-valve draped over his left shoulder. For
her, he had installed a small powered cooler behind the seats and
filled it with her favorite drinks as well as a large supply of
bottled water. He had even thoughtfully vented the cooler to the
exterior of the car.

She reached
back, opened the cooler and pulled a bottle of water from inside.
Opening the bottle she looked over at the young Soldier beside her,
reminiscing on how and why they were in America.

They had boarded
the transport at Merida Island, having been flown there aboard one of
the Chinooks now being unloaded. Eleanor, the cars A.I. had let her
displeasure at the travel arrangements be well known until Sousuke
had told her to put any complaints in writing. When Eleanor had
promptly used the tiny laser printer to list her grievances, Sousuke
looked over the list. Hmm, I see. Its not a problem. Wadding
up the paper and throwing in a handy trash bag. Your complaints
have been duly noted. Theyve also been round filed. Deal with it.

The duo and
their car had been the major reason for the show between the Chief
and the Colonel. The officer wanted the pair and their car located
near one of the doors for instant departure at the Yuma base. The
Chief needed the load somewhere else. The Chief won. As the Colonel
stalked away, the Chief muttering Pouges, turned to his to
charges for the next 36-48 hours. Looking them and the car over he
said. Look, this is going to be a long assed hop and dont think
theres any way for the two of you to be comfortable in that car
for that long. You two gonna be alright?

Sousuke replied
We should be, Chief. We have a futon in the trunk.

Kaname looked
horrified and started to turn a shade of crimson when the
implications what he just said filtered in. The Chief just looked at
Sousuke with wide eyes and a raised eyebrow. Then he guffawed
HEHEHe, a futon? A futon? You really are fucken Japanese,
arent ya? Im impressed! Flipping through the manifest on his
clipboard, Tell ya what though. I think we can A futon on
the steel deck. Were changing flight crew outside of Hamburg,
Germany. I think I can let ya have one of the crew bunks.
When he said one he gave Kaname a wink, causing the blush
deepen.

Sousuke, with no
idea of the undertones of the conversation, replied. That would be
most excellent, Chief. Kaname was quickly beginning to look like a
stop light. Sousuke just looked at her with his usual innocent,
clueless look and told her. This way you can take the bunk,
Kaname. I will take the futon and remain nearby.

Kaname was
caught between two conflicting desires. To either blush and pummel
the Soldier or smile and hug him. The Chief had been around the block
more then a few times. He even had a daughter in college. So caught
everything Sousuke missed. HEHEHEhehe, I think you missed the
point boy! You got a lot to learn, dont ya.

Kaname piped up
for her guy. Leave him alone, Sir. Hes doing just fine.

When the word
Sir left her mouth, Sousuke looked at her worriedly and a bit
frightened.

The Chief just
cocked an eyebrow at her and said, First, Im not a Sir. I
work for a living. An Officer Im not. Secondly, hehehehe, Im
impressed again boy. You must be doing something right. Keep it up.
When he said something, he winked at Kaname again. And
lastly I got at finish loading this beast. So you two climb back into
your car and stay there until I come back and get ya. Hehehe.
shaking his head he moved back to the rear of the plane, getting the
crew to move faster through a mixture of berating, invective and
cajoling.

**********

Kaname smiled at
the memory of crusty, gruff older man. The Chief was
an.interesting person. she hollered. By now Sousuke was
really laying down the miles. With the music booming around them, the
windows down and the engine winding out, it made for a noisy ride.

The Chief is
an excellent Loadmaster, and a good man. I liked him. Sousuke
hollered back.

Up ahead was a
T intersection. Coming to a stop, Sousuke looked at Kaname and
asked, Which way?

Looking at the
monitor she indicated right.

Sousuke allowed
the 500 CID engine to overpower the rear wheels sliding them through
the turn. Once they were lined up, he straightened the wheel and
launched them to the east. They had a long way to go. From Yuma to
New York, via Middleton, Colorado, then from New York back to
Middleton. And classes started in less then three weeks. In that time
they had to meet with Kanames father, find living quarters, make
arrangements with local authorities, and meet up with the subjects of
the mission.

She remembered
how she found out about their mission. Theirs! For the first time she
was included in his world. Not as a subject or protectee. And not as
a target. But as his partner. Just as she intended to make him her
partner in life, Mithral had asked her to be his partner on the
mission. Three weeks ago they had been called to a briefing to
explain and expand on a set of orders Sousuke had received.

It was the
morning after the first time they slept in each others arms. Sousuke
as was his wont, had tried to get up at oh-five-hundred and head home
to his apartment to prepare for the day. She grinned at the memory of
how got him to stay until almost 5:30 without saying a word. She got
him to stay after that with a playful threat until 6AM. At
oh-six-hundred though, after telling her softly that he would call at
7:30, he went to his place and did all the things he does in the
morning, exercise, checking his weapons and equipment, shaving and
showering.

So when her
phone rang at precisely 7:30, she knew it was him. Groaning she
fumbled for the phone, hit the connect and mumbled Morning,
Sousuke.

Good Morning
Kaname.

Sousuke, the
only good thing about this morning left here about a hour and half
ago.

UHHHHHhhh.

She smiled at
his response. Relax Sousuke, you didnt do anything wrong. In
fact you were just about perfect.

The
UHHHHHHhhhh. came again.

Shaking her head
and sighing at how stiff he could be. Whens the meeting
Sousuke.

The mention of
the upcoming briefing snapped him out of his fugue. The briefing
is scheduled for ten-thirty hours, Kaname. It is a thirty minute
drive there. So we need to leave no later then oh-eight-thirty.

Pulling the
phone from her ear to look at it like it was him. Putting it back she
asked, And you want to get there an hour and a half early, why?

It was my
intention to take you to breakfast on the way. The restaurant I have
chosen is just a few blocks away from the briefing. We have
reservations for oh-nine-hundred.

She felt her
heart go pitter-patter at his thoughtfulness. Ill be ready at
8:30, Sousuke.

Roger,
Kaname. I will meet you downstairs.

Hanging up the
phone, she laid back enjoying the feeling of warmth and the scent of
him that lingered. Snapping herself up, she thought, If I dont
get up now, Ill be asleep again.

Pushing up from
the couch, she headed to the bathroom. Yawning, she scratched under
her breast where bra had chaffed in the night and she thought to
herself, What kind of moron only gives a girl an hour to get ready
for a date? The Sousuke kind, thats what. Sousuke, you Idiot.

**********

At exactly
oh-eight-thirty hours Sousuke was waiting for Kaname at the entrance
to her apartment building. Knowing her habits he had allowed a 15
minute buffer in case she was late. At oh-eight-thirty-eight she
appeared through the doors looking a bit flustered.

Good morning
Kaname.

Grrrr,
Sousuke, dont you know you have to give a girl more then an hour
to get ready. At least an hour and a half for a breakfast date.

He knew what her
answer would be, but he had to ask anyway. I understand, Kaname.
Should we cancel breakfast and proceed directly to the meeting then?

Hell no! I
just spent the last hour getting ready. Breakfast is the least you
can do.

Very well
then, shall we go?

The combination
of Sousukes buffer and using the onboard sensors and navigation
system allowed them to make up a bit of lost time. They arrived just
in time for the reservations. Seventy-five minutes after they arrived
at the restaurant, they were walking to the building where the
briefing was to be held.

It was a seven
story commercial building, with several other businesses maintaining
offices there, Entering the building Sousuke noted the listing of
other businesses on the roster hanging by the elevators. He was
searching for any that Mithral Intelligence had listed as fronts for
terrorist organizations. About a second into his task he realized
something. Stupid, Mithral has an office here. Of course
Intelligence has checked out the other occupants. Vigilance is one
thing, obsession is something else.

The entire
episode occurred so fast the even an experienced Sagara watcher like
Kaname didnt catch it. She just saw him pause and look at the
roster. Taking the elevator to the sixth floor, they exited and
approached the receptionists desk. Sousuke took note of the subtle,
but very effective security measures in place around the lobby and
desk itself. From the bullet proof glass and armor surrounding desk
that would allow the receptionist time to sound the alarm, to the
cleverly hidden gun ports and security doors to the rest of the floor
that would give the defenders time to either repel an attack or
destroy anything sensitive.

After passing
the appropriate sheet through the slot and identifying themselves,
they were directed to a conference room. When they got inside Sousuke
was surprised to see a large round table and twelve chairs. Each with
the same kind of holographic projectors used for international
conferences. The room itself gave evidence to the seriousness of the
briefing. There were no windows for laser mics to pick up the
vibrations of. The walls were thick and covered with sound absorbing
material along with the ceiling and floor. No one would be listening
to the briefing from outside

Having been to
more then one briefing, albeit not at this high of level, he directed
Kaname to a chair at the six oclock position of the table. Kaname
didnt know what it was but something was twigging her Otaku sense.
Something was bugging Sousuke, she didnt know what, but something.

Sousuke,
whats wrong?

If she hadnt
known him so well she would have missed the slightly panicky eyes.
The last time he had been in a room like this, he had told the head
of Mithral Intelligence where to get off. And although it wasnt
really frightening, it was definitely worrisome.

It seems,
Kaname, that we are to be part of a high level briefing. Very high.
Glancing around the room, he added. This equipment is very rarely
used at my level

The chairs did
not allow them to sit together, so she reached out and took his hand.
Im worried, Sousuke

As am I,
Kaname.

The door opened
and Lieutenant Commander Kalinin entered leading an obviously fuming
Tessa. Sousuke instinctively jumped to his feet shouting ATTENTION
ON DECK Kaname had a bit of forewarning from the way he tensed his
hand and was prepared. Kalinin evidently expecting it merely smirked.
Tessa just as evidently didnt and jumped. Muttering an icy As
you were. moved to a seat at the three oclock position.

Wanting to get
some answers Sousuke started to ask Madam Captain, do.. was as
far as he got when Tessa answered in a glacial voice.

Youll get
all the answers you need in a little while Sergeant

In a quiet
mollifying tone Kalinin spoke, Madam Captain.

Sousuke could
feel the hackles start to rise next to him as Kaname started to
bristle. The last thing he needed was his new girlfriend and his
commanding Officer butting heads. Two extremely strong willed females
with him caught in the middle? No Thanks! Wanting to head off the
incipient argument , he said, Madam Captain, if I have done
something to offend you, I apologize. However I would like to know
what I have done.

Kaname had an
idea of what he might have done. His starting a real relationship
with her. And Tessa still carrying a torch for him. That was her idea
of what was wrong. But she was mistaken. Oh, not about the torch
part. Merely the cause of Tessas anger.

Visibly
regaining control of herself, she looked at Sousuke, her eyes
softening a bit. No Sergeant, I should apologize, this isnt
your fault. But we do need to wait for everyone else before we can
begin.

Glancing at his
watch, he noted it was ten-thirty hours. Do you know when they
will arrive Madam Captain? No sooner then the words left his
mouth, the door opened again admitting the wizened, yet spry form of
Sensei Toshimaru, carrying a narrow briefcase. Sousuke would have
jumped again, but for the iron grip Kaname had on his forearm. The
ancient man looked exactly the same as the last time she had seen
him. Right down to the twinkle in his eyes. The man had something up
his sleeve. And considering how voluminous they were, it could be
anything.

He said, Ah,
good, everyone is here. Moving with such grace he seemed to float,
he took a chair at the nine oclock position, reached to the twelve
oclock and hit a sequence of controls there. Immediately the head
of the table was occupied by the image of the feddy, feddy proper
British gentleman Lord Mallory. To his right was a very attractive
older woman with short auburn hair. Her most striking feature though
was the eye patch covering her right eye. Your could just see the
scaring of the socket around the edges of the patch. She seemed to
almost carry the scarring and patch with pride. Sousuke had seen the
same from other Combat Veterans.

Looking around
the table, noting everyone there, his gaze drifted to Sensei. In
Japanese he said Ishido-san, its good to see you again old
friend. Hows the hip?

Hurts in the
cold as always. But other then that, Im doing quite well, Edwin.

Even after
all these years I still feel bad about that.

Edwin, I have
told you many times, the war in the Pacific was a long time ago. It
was Combat and we were enemies. Karma, neh? Now we are allies and
friends. Once again, Karma, neh? Everyone in the room got the
feeling they were seeing an old discussion.

Turning to his
right Lord Mallory spoke English to the woman with the eye patch.
Forgive me Elizabeth, I forgot you dont speak Japanese. However
if I dont banter with Ishido a bit, hes liable go all mystical
on us, then well never understand what he says. Looking back at
the rest of the group, he asked. Would anyone object to English in
deference to the good Doctor.

Seeing none he
continued, Excellent, shall we start with the introductions. To
our front, the incomparable Sergeant Sousuke Sagara. One of Mithrals
finest. On more then one occasion the Sergeant has pulled all of our
fat out of the fire. Looking at the Doctor he added an aside.
Once he even told Admiral Borda, basically and in no uncertain
terms to, what was that fascinating American term, oh yes, Get
Bent.

Snapping her
head to the left at Lord Mallory, WHAT! then back to Sousuke
with a hint of awe.

You should
have seen it, Elizabeth. He was simply smashing. I never saw the poor
man more flustered. It was absolutely brilliant.

Well, hes
got guts, thats for sure. Looking at Sousuke, she said, Youve
got some pretty big balls, kid. Youll need em.

Having no idea
how to answer that Sousuke simply said Mam.

To continue,
to his right, the lovely Kaname Chidori, Whispered and his shall we
say, his partner in crime.

Glancing between
Lord Mallory and Kaname, the Doctor asked, Chidori, the same
Chidori as

Yes my dear,
she is the daughter of Shunya Chidori. One of the Japanese
representatives to the United Nations, specifically on the
Environmental Bureau.

I see.
Pleasure to meet you Miss Chidori.

Kaname followed
Sousukes lead with a simple Mam.

To our left
Teletha “Tessa” Testarossa, Designer and Commander of the
Tuatha de Danaan, Whispered, and forgive me my dear, sister to one of
our most dangerous enemies.

The doctor
nodded to Tessa, Pleasure Captain.

The pleasure
is mine, Doctor.

Next to the
Captain is Lieutenant Commander Andrei Sergeivich Kalinin, the de
Danaans Operations Director and SRT Commander, former Spetsnaz,
and quite possibly one of the most dangerous men in the world. The
Lieutenant Commander and Sergeant Sagara where once sworn enemies.
Strange how life turns out isnt it.

Using the
approved shorting of his rank, the Doctor greeted him. Commander.

Doctor.

To our right,
Sensei Toshimaru Ishido. Headmaster of the Yamminochi School. A
combat martial arts school. Formerly a part of the Mithral Counsel
and former holder of my own position as Head of the Mithral Counsel.
And a very old friend of mine.

Ive heard
a great deal about you, Sir. Its an honor.

Giving the woman
a slight bow, Sensei told her, The honor is mine, Doctor. As yours
is the more difficult task. You are in the public eye after all.
Whereas we are able to operate behind the scenes.

Lord Mallory
continued, Last and most certainly not least, I give you Doctor
Elizabeth Director. Overall Commander of the U.N.s public law
enforcement arm, Global Justice.

It seems that
Global Justice has a bit of an issue. After speaking to Ishido-san,
so does the YamminochiSchool. Also Mithral has one or two to add to
the mix. Beginning with the young Sergeant.

Looking at
Sousuke, Lord Mallory went on. Are you aware young man, of the
controversy surrounding you. Here we have a very good Combat Soldier
that is neither in the field, nor being fully utilized. On the one
hand, Mithral is short, desperately short of experienced Combat
personnel, especially A.S. pilots, and in particular, pilots capable
of operating Lambda Driver equipped units. Truth be told, that with
out resorting to the use of possibly psychosis inducing drugs, we
have exactly one. You Sergeant. Yet on the other hand you have
several glaring deficiencies in your education. Many of us in Command
and on the Counsel, myself included, feel that without higher
education, you will begin to stagnate.

Next, Global
Justice has a very good agent. She has excellent hand to hand skills.
You will note that I did not say Combat. She has good technical
know-how, can think her feet and make plans in the field. She has a
problem though. A naivet about what the acceptable level of force
is. She considers the death of anyone, even an enemy, to be a failure
on the part of both her and her team.

Thirdly,
Ishido-san has astudent? Cocking an eyebrow at Sensei,
protg? Receiving a nod, he continued, Protg then,
who, according to him, has the potential to become the greatest
Martial Arts Weapons Master the world has ever known. He is an
experienced field agent in his own right, who has comported himself
very well several solo missions. He seems to bring a Chaos Factor
to the table.

Hearing the term
Chaos Factor, Kaname, Sensei and Tessa all looked at Sousuke
and grinned while Kalinin just smirked. Sousuke raised his eyebrows
and looked around at the people smiling at him and said What?

He is
one-third, Lord Mallory paused, or one-quarter, depending on
how you look at it, of the same team as Elizabeths agent. In his
last major confrontation, he was forced to take a life for the first
time. Two actually. And it has caused no end of trouble to himself
and strife with the other major part of his team. The major problem
is he lacks both the training and support to put the incident in the
proper perspective. He is also prone to a vast amount of self-doubt,
attributing his successes to either dumb luck or his partners
actions. Never his own efforts. He has a rather severe lack of
self-esteem.

Lastly, there
is a young Whispered. Brilliant boy, who has already finished college
and is working on his second Doctorate. Both GJ and Mithral, for
differing reasons, wish to put an additional layer of security around
the young man. Especially in view of the fact that a good portion of
his security measures have broken down.

Something I
heard many years ago seems to apply here. Sometimes, when you each
have a problem, you have each others solutions., and the way I see
it, Mithral, GJ and Yamminochi can help solve each others problems.
You, Sergeant, if you curb your more impulsive and incendiary
tendencies by listening to the young lady are an excellent security
operative, and you Miss Chidori, if you resist the temptation to
dismiss the Sergeants misgivings out of hand, have the civilian
knowledge to backstop the Sergeant brilliantly. Combined the two of
you have the makings of an excellent undercover security team.
Particularly in view of the relationship you are beginning to share.

Hearing that
statement, Sousuke immediately got wide-eyed, where Kaname first
blushed, then turned red with anger and started glaring at Sousuke.
Tessa looked stricken.

Please my
dear, dont blame him. You both knew that Miss Chidori was under
observation by the operative, Wraith. And I spoke with Wraith earlier
today. Wraith passed me a report that the Sergeant spent the night at
your residence. You are both over the age of consent and your choices
are your own. Now, as I was saying, your personal relationship would
make for an excellent cover.

Nodding to
Sensei, the ancient man took a trio of folders and a pair of manila
envelopes out of his case. He passed the envelopes with their names
on them to the couple, as Lord Mallory asked with a smirk How
would the two of you like to attend college together?

Stunned, the
pair opened the envelopes. Inside were all the necessary documents
for them to go to college in the United States.

Sensei then
passed the three folders to Sousuke and Kaname, they looked at the
names on the top of them. When they had just enough time to read the
names, Lord Mallory added, While your there you will have a
mission. The vast majority of this mission will fall on your
shoulders, Sergeant. However you will have a large part to play as
well Miss Chidori.

Sergeant, you
will be attached to the local GJ directorate, under the personal
command of Dr. Director. You will answer to no one else. That
includes Mithral and the command staff of the Tuatha de Danaan. She
will be responsible for your progress in your studies. She will see
to it that you do not have a recurrence of the incident where your
combat duties interfered with your schooling. The ARX7 is going to be
detached from the Western Pacific Command and placed in a local GJ
hanger. In an emergency, this will allow you to deploy.

Also, she
will have you assist on independent missions on an as needed basis.
As well as working as a training officer for Global Justice A.S.
operations. According to the tentative schedule, you will attend
classes three days a week, two days a week you will be at
Headquarters as a trainer. The remainder will be yours. You will have
a heavy load to bear, however, you will have assistance. If
necessary, she will provide you with tutors. All of your duties
though are secondary to your primary mission.

For the first
time during the meeting, the affable, easygoing Englishman
disappeared, leaving a hardened Combat Leader. Protecting the
young Whispered boy and assisting both the GJ and Yamanouchi agents.
Understand Sergeant, this is not a request, these are orders. Failure
to follow them will result in your court martial.

Miss Chidori,
Mithral has no authority over you. However we are requesting your
assistance. In return he pointed to the envelope in her hands.
Your duties will include assisting the Sergeant with his lessons
in those classes where you overlap. Also, continue to train the way
you have with your driving skills, firearms training, hand to hand.
There is even a good chance that you will be able to assist the
Sergeant with his primary mission. You also will be under the
personal authority of Elizabeth Director.

If either of
you need assistance, ask her. She has agreed to support you in any
way possible.

Now I suggest
we break for lunch and give Miss Chidori time to consider. Sergeant,
you are allowed to take the files with you to look over them, but
please keep them secure. You and Miss Chidori are the only ones
allowed outside of this room to see them. Miss Chidori, I apologize,
but we require your answer today. You may back out later if you wish.
But if you decline, then the offer shall be pulled. Shall we
reconvene two hours. Seeing agreement all round, the image of both
him and Dr. Director vanished.

Looking down at
the files she noted the names there.

Dr. Wade Load,
Ronald Dean Stoppable and Kimberly Ann Possible

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Through the
rising heat of the desert, a 69 GTO thundered to the east
heading to the interstate that would take them to Middleton, Colorado
and their meeting with Team Possible.