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It'd been almost three years since anyone had seen or heard anything about the infamous super villain, Aconasema. She may've faded from the media spotlight. Everyone else's live resumed some semblance of normalcy.
James Possible secured his job back at the Middleton Space Center (MSC).
Anne Possible, at the Middleton Medical Center (MMC).
Tim and Jim graduated high school and started MIT majoring in cybernetic and AutoCAD design and implementation.
Ron didn't recall Kim wiping his memory. He didn't know clone Kim was real Kim living incognito right under the government's nose. He even popped the question after graduating college. She accepted. Ron quit world-saving, devoting his time to being a top chef in Upstate, New York, where they moved when Kim secured her job with S.H.I.E.L.D.
Dean and Olivia Stoppable returned home to Middleton, CO. Sadly, his old firm wouldn't rehire him. He'd been gone too long. Dean didn't let that get him down. He harnessed that disappointment, opening his own private consulting firm. He helped companies, even hospitals like MMC, balance their books. Work hours were longer than usual, but he earned better pay.
Hanna Stoppable entered the 4th grade at Middleton Elementary, but rarely saw her brother any more.
Olivia Stoppable resumed her job as a stay-at-home mom, who volunteered a lot, tending her family home, even attending her daughter's school plays, PTA meetings, and other functions.
Mr. Load rebooted his security advisory company traveling a lot, while his wife stayed home with their son, Wade, who technically wasn't a child anymore, turning 18 years old two months ago.
Wade sensed Kim's mounting discontent with S.H.I.E.L.D. He couldn't explain why. Fury turned icy towards his newest recruit almost overnight He started up Team Possible, International, for when she'd had enough and threw that badge back in his face.
Wolverine returned unto Xavier Institute. Eyes always looking unto the stars. Heart comforted, knowing, his little girl was alive, up there somewhere. What bugged him? S.H.I.E.L.D. and Global Justice kept the school under 24/7 surveillance. He sometimes felt it'd be best if he left. Once and for all. Maybe the eyeballs would follow him, and leave his family alone.
Unified Contention
Not everyone, however, readjusted so effortlessly unto their daily lives. Government officials couldn't relax, their armed forces on full alert 24/7, over Aconasema's looming threat. Few bought her lies about being a goddess, relegating her as a new type of super mutant. They'd specially developed the sentinels' programs to counter this mutant threat. Maybe mutants developed this super mutant to win the coming war they're waging against humanity.
Aconasema had a secret, though. She didn't wish to conquer humanity. In fact, she merged with her humanity hiding in plain sight. That's why no one had seen or heard from her in over 3-years. She learnt firsthand, planning a marriage wasn't easy.
Hers and Ron's mom assured her marriage was tougher, requiring honest daily communication, mutually receptive hearts, and true wisdom to know when and where to compromise. Home drama just couldn't compare with work tensions.
Kim retained her S.H.I.E.L.D. status. Recent events caused her to question this decision. Even she wasn't sure how much longer she'd stay there. Time would only tell. Management cut her hours again, citing the same age-old excuse, budget cuts.
Kim didn't initially complain, too busy planning her wedding. She and Ron spent two glorious weeks in Honolulu, Hawaii. Kim returned home, revived, and ready to work, only to have her hours cut again. Her instincts screamed something wasn't right here. She started to listen upon realizing these alleged cuts weren't amicable but specifically targeting those friendly with her team. She shared her suspicions with Wade asking him to probe the situation.
Probing such a secretive organization like S.H.I.E.L.D. should've taken months, if not years, to do properly. Wade concluded his investigation within 2-weeks. He uncovered damning evidence so fast. He'd began to feel like a leashed pet led to its feeding dish, causing him to question stronger each new piece of evidence uncovered. Against his better judgment, he shared what he'd found with Kim.
Mount Saint Kim blew. She slammed down the phone receiver. This conspiracy went higher than she ever imagined. Kim stewed over what Fury put her team through over the last 8-months. Initially, the lies were at least half believable. Now? They'd spiraled into utter stupidity, leaving her with the distinct impression, management no longer cared about covering their deceptions.
Meaning, whatever management had planned, they were about ready to make their move, probably with disposal agents already in place. What irked, her team's vital missions served only as distractions, while assassins picked them off, one-by-one. And she didn't catch on until now. Why would Fury betray her trust, and do this? Even she didn't know.
Alas, her gut said three things. First, their 'master' plan wasn't sanctioned. Second, their plan hinged on doing something unto her, possibly Ron and their families, simply to draw Aconasema back into the open. Third, Fury couldn't do this alone. He'd have to have a couple of high ranking Shadow Committee and Internal Secrity members' assistance. That'd explain why no one's responded unto her complaints about her team's treatment lately.
Management wasn't the only ones targeting her team. No, someone else had tracked and murdered her closest childhood friends and rivals, systematically. Wade uncovered thirteen obituaries, naming:
Monique (suicide), Tara (cocaine overdose), Felix (shot during an alleged robbery), Brick (subdural hematoma, sustained during an auto accident), Josh (stabbed in a bar fight), the list went on and on.
Their cases remained opened, but unsolved. Local authorities did at least classify Felix and Josh's deaths as homicides, but never made a connection among all their deaths. If they had, federal authorities would have gotten involved long ago.
Kim had a gut-instinct, nothing else. They may not have any evidence. She knew their deaths weren't isolated events, as the lead investigators assumed. Ron and Wade agreed, too many of their old classmates died too closely together to be coincidental.
Wade's most startling discovery came a few days later. He learnt, whoever was behind murdering her classmates didn't simply stop there. They'd also started targeted S.H.I.E.L.D. team, old Global Justice contacts, even select people who helped during her crusading vigilante years.
Kim decided, Ron had enough to worry about. He didn't need the added stress. She and Wade kept quiet about what they'd uncovered. She started to make plans to disappear again. What else could she do? Something told her that might be their only option, very soon.
Confronting The Boss
Kim turns over. Her clock read 6:45 a.m. She hadn't slept all night. Today was her day off. She showers, shaves, and dresses in record time. Kim heads the last people anyone'd expect, work. Now determined more than ever to confront Fury demanding answers. She arrives on the helicarrier storming into his office and straight up to his desk.
"What's the meaning of this, Special Agent Possible?"
"You've been stonewalling me for 3-days, Fury".
"That's Director Fury to you, Agent," he negates her Special Agent appellation.
"Whatever best strokes your tender ego," she condescends, "Director".
Fury grits his teeth but retains his cool stating, "I've been busy. My next appointment..."
"...won't be coming, Director".
"And whys that?" Fury demands, one hand resting upon his laser pistol.
"His granddaughter went into labor early this morning. He's at MMC with her. I took this opening to speak with you".
"About what, Agent Possible?" Fury drops her Special title. Again.
Kim reads his nonverbal threat loud enough. He mangled the 'agent part, signaling. She wouldn't be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent much longer, if he had his way. His hostilities escalated with each passing day. She probes his thoughts reading his latest mental threat, 'If you persist in pressing your point, losing your job, family, friends, and teammates will be the least of your worries'.
Kim deduces, it didn't matter what she did, he'd carry out his threat and more. He'd really changed over the last couple of years. She wasn't sure why, neither did she care at this point. She only cared about distracting him, "I'm here to discuss my team, Director".
"What about your team, Possible? Oh, excuse me," he feigns civility, while smirking maliciously towards her, "it's Stoppable now, right?"
Kim discerns his veiled threat. He'd uses her maiden name, only then acknowledging her married name, Stoppable. His malicious grin assured her. Her friends weren't their only targets. The Possibles and Stoppables were next. He hoped to goad her into acting irrationally, then he'd have legal justification for sanctioning them. Kim didn't take the bait simply stating, "You claim you cut my team's hours over budget cuts, correct, Sir?"
"I did," he attests firmly, more in anger than persuasion.
His reaction only reinforces his veiled threat. It wasn't just in her mind. Fury and his pals didn't care if she knew what they were up to. His teams were ready to act, only waiting on their signal. He'd baited her with that last comment, probably, first, to enrage her and see what she knew and, second, to incite her into striking or arguing with him. It'd give his legal precedence for whatever he has planned.
Kim refuses to make his job easier. She'd cultivated a few contacts herself. And she needed him to act as well. "Director, that can't be true," she turns the table, respectfully riling him.
"And why not?" He grumbles, peeved she'd dare call his bluff.
"You cut my team's hours, while assigning less efficient teams to do our job. And they're clocking double and triple overtime. That costs S.H.I.E.L.D. six times what you would've paid if my team had done the job ourselves, Sir".
"Are you questioning how I run my boat?"
"No, Sir," she acknowledges his seniority. "I'm just trying to understand your decision. We're also S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and work far more efficiently. If our budget is already constrained, as you say, then we'd be a more efficient use of resources, Sir. We do double the work for less pay. Yet, you keep us sidelined. I'm not challenging your authority. I only ask, 'Why, Sir?'"
Fury couldn't argue two points. Her team was among S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most efficient agents. Few could top their level of expertise in each team member's individual area of expertise. They also did twice the work, without complaining about less pay. "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s best, hey?" he scoffs over her elevated opiion of herself. "In whose inestimable opinion, yours?"
"Not just mine, Sir".
"Oh really? Who else thinks you're our best?"
"Your bosses," she deadpans.
Fury grumbles under his breath.
"Our record tops any team in our division, even after you cut our hours. And let's not forget, my team ended Hydra's threat..."
That was still a sore spot. Fury couldn't keep quiet snapping, "You didn't do a damn thing. You lay unconscious in ICU. Scarlett Flame…"
"Who I activated," she smiles coltishly.
Fury growls under his breath, realizing. He'd only proven her point. And she was rubbing it in his face. He reaches his boiling point spewing, "…along with Aconasema…"
Kim wouldn't accept that blame. Was that why they targeted her team? Did they suspected they'd freed and allied with Aconasema against Global Justice, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the world? That would surely explain why those behind this conspiracy first targeted her friends and allies, then her family. If so, she had to break this mental bond. And she could only accomplish this one way.
"Aconasema? Is that why you've been so aggressive towards my team lately? Because you think I activated, then teamed with that mutant against humanity, my family included?"
"Yes," Fury shouts, letting his position be known.
"May I remind you, Sir," she shifts the blame, "I unintentionally activated her in acquiring your scroll…"
"Which you gave Acaonasema…" He charges her directly as a traitor.
Kim couldn't deny what she did. "Yes, I passed along the scroll…thinking she was Black Widow. And, while we're assigning blame, let's not forget. Black Widow, one of your best agents, also accepted a fake scroll thinking Aconasema was me. Do you think she's a traitor too, Sir?" She salutes.
"No, I don't think she's a traitor. She's proven her loyalty time and time again, Agent Possible, uh, Stoppable, whoever the hell you are now".
"Well, if you don't doubt her loyalty, why doubt mine? I obtain the scroll even she couldn't obtain. A mission you secretly sent me on, as a field test before asking me to join your agency. Why else would your own Shadow Committee hold you personally responsible for my actions?
And let's not forget. Aconasema—whom you claim I activated—absolved yours and Dr. Director's guilt. If she hadn't, your own agencies would've lambasted you both. Her unconventional actions also ended S.H.I.E.L.D. and Global Justice's 50-year feud.
Now, our agencies work smoothly together, which has doubled our arrests and convictions rate. Our success makes the world a safer place by bringing down global crime rates by 18%. I say, if I am guilty of anything, it's making humanity safer. What then is my crime, Director?"
Reaping The Consequences
First, she indirectly calls him a liar. Next, she subtly challenges his authority. Now, she intimates she'd make a better director than him. Her, a snot-nose punk, who isn't wet behind the ears good. He'd been in intelligence longer than she'd been alive. And she barges into his office thinking she knows more. Raw rage overrules his better judgment. Fury draws his laser pistol firing.
Kim read every thought. She anticipated his action, but waits until the last possible second. She claps her wrists together. An energy shield appears, deflecting his shot.
The energy beam bounces back so fast lodging his laser pistol. And Fury was so shocked. He didn't respond in time. The resulting power surge fries the laser's capacitor. He tosses away his weapon. The laser pistol explodes into a million pieces seconds later.
Fury cups his scalded hands. Plasma ate the skin away, exposing raw flesh. He couldn't fight like this. She had the upper hand. Fury plops down behind his desk. He eyes the defiant redhead bellowing, "The brig's too good for your likes. I'm gonna bury your ass in a hellhole so deep no one will ever find your routing corpse ever again, in this life or the next".
"I don't' think so, Director, not today or ever," Kim smirks, usurping his authority.
Fury catches on. She'd been wire-working him since barging into his office, unannounced. Every word and action meant to incite his wrath. And he'd fell into her trap. He re-evaluates her motives asking, "And why's that, Possible?"
She ignores him momentarily, figuring, a little demonstration would speak volumes more than mere words. She touches her right ear signaling, "Ares, tell me you got that".
"Crystal, Kim," a feminine voice comes over Fury's office speakers.
A bright flash grabs Fury's attention. He peels his eyes off his rogue agent. He spots a sentient drone snapping photos and recording everything said.
Kim discerns the worry plastered across his face taunting him, "Smile, Director, the masses want to hear you repeat your lines".
Fury knew, he couldn't let that drone get outside this room. Its databanks possessed concrete evidence he'd threatened an agent under his command. If that gets out, losing his commission would be the least of his worries. Such evidence could also expose their on-going operation to end Aconasema's threat over humanity for good. He couldn't let one agent jeopardize all of humanity. His fury reaches new heights. Fury slips his hands beneath his desk setting his office's auto-defense laser grid to armed intruder.
Kim perceives his intentions, but didn't flinch. A dozen or more lasers should've dropped from the ceiling. All locked upon her. Only, nothing happened. Her smirk broadens, eyes darting around the room, marking where the lasers should've dropped but didn't. Kim shrugs her shoulders.
Fury repeatedly presses the arming mechanism, and still nothing. He removes all safeties, pressing it one last time.
Kim starts towards the door but stops. The office's auto-defensive grid comes online warning them, "All hostiles, throw down your weapons and vacate this office. You have 20-seconds and counting".
Fury types something into his keyboard. Kim tries to exit his office door. The exit scanner detects her presence buzzing, "Error. Error. This door is under Level-10 administrative lock down".
Kim turns, greeted by Fury leaning back in his chair. Hands interlocked behind his head. Feet propped atop his desk. She'd taunted him long enough. He smirks smugly, without a care in the world.
The timer hits zero. Kim hears, "Hostiles still present. Lethal action authorized'.
Fury smirk harder. He spreads his hands abroad as if saying, 'Oh, well, bad news for you'.
Ceiling alcoves open and Class-7 lasers drop below. More wall alcoves open to reveal motion and heat sensors roundabout them, acting as the lasers' targeting systems.
You Ain't Laughing Now
She had mere seconds to react. Kim thinks fast, scattering micro-simulators. Each interlinked, and wirelessly recalibrating the motion/heat sensors. It'd take some time to accomplish this. They'd have to fend for themselves, until then.
Safeguards deactivated, the A.I. no longer bothered to discern between authorized and unauthorized personnel inside the office. Lasers lock onto the nearest heat signature, firing. The first shot grazes Fury's head by mere inches. "What the hell?" He tumbles backwards, not expecting to be targeted by his own security system. He takes cover, as more shots perforate his favorite chair.
"Ain't so cocky now, are we, Director?" Kim saltates, dodging several blasts, feeling like a kid again, back in Mr. Paisley's mansion, disarming his McHenry Laser Grid security system, only better. Her earbud beeps, micro-simulators interlinked with the office's heat/motion sensors, also masking her own presence.
It's been said, even the best laid plans can fail. And this one sure did. This should've deactivated these lasers completely. Only, something went wrong. The lasers become more erratic, targeting anything or anyone who dared move.
Fury dives and rolls, back and forth, avoiding laser blasts. Lasers hammered everything roundabout his office. A laser nicks his right leg, and another his left shoulder. Fury cries in excruciating pain taking position behind a sturdy file cabinet. All lasers lock onto him auto-firing on full power. Its steel exterior quickly heats up and starts to glow red hot.
Kim knew, do something or he was a dead man. And she'd no doubt be blamed. She arms her micro simulators, races over and kneels besides him, barely extending her shield around them in time. Each nano-tick locks onto a single laser, attaches onto its control module, and detonates all at the same time. The blast proves so potent. The office ceiling caves in dumping part of the weapons cache above roundabout them below.
Fury scrambles onto his feet. His good eye rakes the collateral devastation, landing on the redhead agent responsible. "Possible," he threatens, "look what you did unto my office. I ought to have your ass taken out and shot".
"For what? Saving your miserable life, You Broken Down, One-Eyed Warhorse".
He eyes the weapons laying around.
Kim tempers any hasty moves. She touches her earbud, "Ares, tell me you documented this".
"All of it, start to finish, Kim".
Fury gets her message clear enough. Carry through with his threat, and she'd exposed him threatening her. "Possible, what do you want from me?" He suspects she intended on blackmailing him. For what? That was the million-dollar question.
"What could you possibly offer I'd want, Director?" She pricks his tender pride.
Fury grits his teeth.
"Nah, I don't want anything…from you" she eyes him, up and down, pricking his pride deeper and goading him into acting instinctively. "Rather, I'm here to give you two more surprises".
"What kind of surprises?" Fury imagines the worst. She was already mad. And Possible was known for her insubordination when in these cross moods.
"This," she walks over pressing her right palm over his desk. A green light scans her prints.
"Name?" His directorate A.I. responds unto her prints.
Fury eyes her harder than ever. It should've immobilized this rogue agent, broke this lockdown, then notified security, but didn't.
"Kimberly Ann Possible Stoppable," Kim answers the computer, never breaking eye contact with him.
"Rank?"
"SISA, 3rd Class, Gold Level". (SISA, Specialist of Internal Security Agent).
"Handler?"
"Emil Rocco, Chairman of the Shadow Committee".
"What?" Fury protests its truthfulness.
"Just wait, Director, it's gets even better," she teases him with her second surprise.
"Nature of emergency?" The A.I. inquires, 'What kind of message shall be transmitted?'
"Devil's Sanity".
"Overriding Level-10 lockout," the computer shuts down the attack grid.
Kim turns back around smiling.
Fury hobbles towards her. Eye sharp. Mouth crinkled.
"You ain't laughing now, are you, Director?" She winks at him, but positive this wasn't over. He still had one last card to play. And she was ready, she hoped.
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