The Glorious Disclaimer:
I SO DO NOT OWN KIM POSSIBLE!
First thing's first.
1. This story and the characters, sans the KP ones, are purely fictional. It is meant for fun and not for provocation of any nation or group of people. I don't want this fiction be the cause of a real Third World War.
2. Please don't hate me if you found this tale offensive to your beliefs. Write a review or message me if you were hurt by my words. And I promise that I will respond to your concern. But please, no word cursing or threats.
3. This story's intention is NOT, and I repeat, is NOT TO DEGRADE, MAKE FUN, OR ANYTHING THAT WILL HARM ANYONE. As I stated above, this is purely for fun reading, not for poking in someone's eye.
Well then, I guess everything's settled. Now...
It is my honor to present to you my second multi-chapter and first AU story entitled...
Into The War Zone
by: kmtdiccion
Prologue:
"The Killer Chain of Events"
Fifteen months ago...
"Master. The Americans are coming. We must leave this place now." Mohammed urgently informed after giving his courtesy bow to the man sitting on the leather chair.
Mohammed Syed, one of the most well-known generals of the Unified Islamic Liberation Forces or U.I.L.F and also the right hand of the 'Master', was trembling in fear. The coalition of armed forces, headed by the United State's Army, were nearing the city of Al Basra at a faster rate. Rebels lit the oil wells to distract the incoming soldiers. A barrage of Tomahawk missiles virtually obliterated the key points of the city. Civilians ran away in terror as they saw warheads approaching towards them.
As the sound of the firing turrets from the destroyers boomed throughout the city, Mohammed pleaded "Please Master. We don't have much time. They're now here."
The man then stood up and went in front of the large window, facing the tip of the Persian Gulf. The city's now a field of inferno as fire blazed through buildings and houses. The amphibious landing of the coalition troops were welcomed with bullets and mortars as the U.I.L.F. soldiers deliberately fired upon them. But in spite of the horrific view below, the middle-aged man smiled. He turned to Mohammed and said "Why are you trembling in fear?"
The general was found dumb struck from his boss' question. He reluctantly answered "Why shouldn't I? They're here for us. We're fucked if we don't get out of here in time."
Surprised by the profane words his best guy used, he chuckled at his answer. Mohammed is now confused on what he was trying to do. He bowed down and asked "Master, forgive me if I've used that dishonoring word. But I can't help it. Sir, I think it would be best to get out of here this instant."
The man then walked towards him. He stopped when he's inches away from the baffled chief. The light shone on top of him gave him a quite clearer image. He's bald, has a thick mustache, and is wearing a simple business suit. He smiled and puts his hand to Mohammed's head. He softly said:
"My son, why do you have little faith to us and to yourself? Do not worry. I know what to do."
He then held his hand and added "Come my son. Let me show you something." He pointed to the other side of the door. They went towards it and opened the large door. As the doors were fully turned, Mohammed realized that it was a hole. They took their flashlights and began walking through the tunnel.
Meanwhile somewhere in Al Basra, Iraq...
"RPG!" Sgt. James yelled.
They were in a marketplace when they saw the U.I.L.F. militants firing that rocket propelled grenade towards them. Sgt. James and his squad jumped out and looked for other places they can take cover. The bomb went straight towards a pile of crates, where Pvt. Jackson is. He's still preoccupied by the intense fighting on his side, unable to realize that the RPG went towards him. It exploded, tearing the poor soldier's limb. He screamed:
"AWWWW! SHIT! I'M HIT!"
The squad leader ran towards the wounded lad to look if he's badly hurt. He then shouted "Medic!" There was no response. He yelled again "MEDIC! WHERE'S THAT FUCKING MEDIC?!"
Not long after, two men reached towards the now-pissed sergeant, holding a stretcher. One man said "Sir, the medic's dead. We're pinned down over the south side" the man pointing to the abandoned building that's full of enemies. He then added "Sir, we need to get the fuck out of here!"
Their leader nodded and shouted "Jones! Private Jones!"
Pvt. Jones wass taking cover from a vegetable stand, firing to the separatist army on the other side. He heard Sgt. James' yells and loudly responded "Sorry sir but I'm a bit busy right now." As he finished his sentence, a bullet whizzed in front of his face, inches away from piercing his head. He suddenly jerked out and fired his rifle against them. He shouted again "Take that you bitch!"
"Smith! Grimes! Take Pvt. Jones' position." Sgt. James ordered. The two called soldiers went towards his position and provided cover for Jones to get to his officer.
The head said "Jones, contact HQ and say we've got a man down. We need to get to 10th Cavalry's position now."
The private tuned his radio and said "HQ! HQ! This is Charlie 2-4. We've got a man down. I repeat. We've got a man down! Requesting permission to enter 10th Cavalry's position. Over."
The man on the other side replied "Permission granted. Enter 10th Cavalry's position and provide fire support for the extraction of the wanted suspects. Roger and out."
The squad chief then announced "Charlie 2-4! We're now Oscar Mike! I repeat. We're now Oscar Mike!" The whole group cheered. James then added "Smith! Grimes! Carry Pvt. Jackson on the stretcher. We'll provide you fire support. Wait for my go. Hoo-ah?"
The squad replied in unison "Hoo-ah!"
The sergeant ducked for cover and said "In 3... 2... 1... Go! Go! Go!"
Back on the underground hideout...
After nearly five minutes of walking inside a complex web of tunnels, they've reached their destination. They are now inside a large room full of computer systems. There were miles of cable wires connecting ten mainframe computers that make up the whole organization's network. In the middle of the room were flat screen monitors showing the current programs and codes processed within the system. The biggest monitor, however, is a world map with red dots flashing on different places. Meaning, an action, call, message, alarm or signal was read by the computers in the said location. Mohammed stood there in awe of the technology he sees. For his point of view, it can even compete with the latest gadgets top intelligence agencies have.
His 'Master' suddenly called "Mohammed. Come here."
The young general obediently followed him towards a long table. It looks like a conference room. As Mohammed sat on his chair, His master pushed a button. The four small monitors suddenly lit up. There were now four people in front of them. The first one has a fiery red background. On top of the screen was something like a golden dragon with three stars on top of it's head. The man in shadow greeted them in an Asian accent "Well. Good day to you 'Bovem'."
The second one has a yellowish aura behind her. Behind the lady is a bear, with a tuna clung on it's teeth. She was, in comparison with the other four, the jolliest. She greeted them with glee "Hello there!"
The third one has a deep purple curtain background. His shadow says that he's wearing a cap or something like that. His symbol this time is a cross. On top of that is a moon with a star inside. He then said, with a deep and old voice "Well look who it is? 'Bovem' and... Pardon me but who are you?"
The last man has a blue wave at his back. On the left side is a falcon, ready to strike. On the right side, however, is a dead eagle. It looks like the falcon devoured the bald eagle with it's strike. The man said nothing, as if he's just waiting for something.
Bovem then replied. "Hello 'Serpens'," he faced the first man, "'Ursa'," he face the second screen,"'Crux'," he faced the third screen, "and 'Falco'," he faced the last. The three shadows nodded. Bovem then added "Here's my trusty right hand, Mohammed Syed."
The woman then said "Well, well, well! Looks like we have some celebrity here. The famed U.I.L.F. general."
Falco just scoffed "Meh. He almost shitted himself a while ago."
Serpens reprimanded "Look who's talking. You actually shitted yourself TWICE between the Gulf Wars."
They were about to engage in a verbal conflict when Bovem interrupted "Now now. This is no time for some petty arguments here." He then turned to Falco and queried "So, everything's settled there in the Big Apple?"
The man in blue replied "Of course! My men are now ready to strike."
"Good. Now. Operation 'Hydra' initiate." Bovem announced.
United Nation's building, New York, United States of America
4:04 pm.
"The meeting is on hold. The assembly is now on a full break. The session will resume at 5:04 pm exact." The Secretary General announced. The session was turned into a heated debate. Things went south as the issue of the disputed lands were brought up. Israel and the Arab nations for Palestine, and China, Taiwan, Japan and the whole ASEAN (Association of South East Asian Nations) for the islands scattered around the China Seas. The Chinese are still assertive on their claims on the disputed records but the other claimants, headed by Japan, said that their neighbor's a bully and uses it's might to scare off smaller countries. The Israelis and the Palestinians were giving each other cold shoulders when the half of the assembly voted for the latter to join the U.N.
"This will be a pain in the ass." The Secretary General thought while massaging his head.
On one side of the table, Russian president Karl Antonov chuckled lightly and whispered to his entourage "It seems that the assembly looks more like those melodramatic soap operas in the television."
The group shared a light laugh. They were still amused on what was unfolding inside the conference room. At the corner of the leader's eye, he saw the US president coming towards him. The Russian group stood up and Karl greeted "Well, good day Mr. President."
President Thomas Reeves shook his hand and greeted back. They were both smiling at each other. The American president added "Looks like someone's in a good mood, eh?"
Karl responded "Yeah. I was still amused on how the drama unravels inside. And I thought they were terrible actors."
The two leaders shared a heartily laugh. They made the whole 'sitch' comical. Thomas replied "Yeah. Karl, may I have a word with you in private?"
"Sure."
They left the assembly hall and entered a more private room. The entourage waited for their boss to come out of the room. As they wait they were still laughing at what happened inside. They continued to chortle about it for a long time until...
Back at Al Basra, Iraq
"Major Greenfield!" Sgt. James hollered. They've reached the 10th Cavalry's position just two blocks away from their perimeter. The wounded Pvt. Jackson was hanging by a thin line between life and death. The squad captain reached to the officer in charge of the mission and said "Major, I have an MIA personnel at the back. He needs med treatment."
The major then replied "Then what are you waiting for? Christmas? Get him inside the Humvee!"
Pvt. Grimes and Pvt. Smith went towards one of the vehicles and settled Pvt. Jackson down. Major Peter Greenfield was about to enter the target building when a bullet snapped his clip board. He angrily shouted "PRIVATES! SHOOT THOSE FUCKING ASSHOLES DOWN!" The soldiers answered with a laughing "Hoo-ah!"
Sgt. Carper and his team went out of the building with one civilian. Peter then questioned "Carper! What's the status?"
"Sir, there's no sign of "Bovem' and his right arm Mohammed. But this guy can give us intel on his whereabouts." The Delta Squad captain responded.
"Okay. Hurry up ladies! We're now Oscar Mike! Hop in!" Peter shouted. He then went towards Sgt. James and said "Sergeant! You and your team should cover us. There's no more capacity for you guys. Walk with the convoy. Are we clear?"
"Sir yes sir!" The leader affirmatively replied. He then face his teammates and said "Okay ladies! We'll walk until we reach the evac point. After three clicks we'll get the hell out of here. Got it?" The team nodded. They went back to their positions and continued to retaliate their attacks.
Major Greenfield hopped inside his Humvee and radioed "HQ! HQ! This is the 10th Cavalry. There's no sign of alias 'Bovem' but we have a personnel that can give us intel about the U.I.L.F. We are returning to evac site. Over."
"Got it. Bring the personnel back. Relaying Overlord 2-1 to provide air support on your track. Over."
"Thank you. Over and out."
The driver started the engines and the whole convoy sped off. Soldiers mounted to the machine gun on top fired enemy soldiers on top of buildings. Then after the last Humvee turned, Sgt. James and his team stood up and ran as fast as they can. Along the way, Pvt. Jones heard a frantic call from HQ.
"This is an emergency broadcast. Small tactical nuclear bomb threat was detected. All personnel, should evacuate the said area. I repeat, all personnel, should evacuate the said area."
"Oh FUCK! We're all FUCKED!" Pvt. Jones wailed.
"What's happening to you?" Sgt. James asked.
"There's a frantic call from HQ. They said there's a nuclear bomb threat within this goddamned city." the private replied
"WHAT THE F-!"
Inside the underground conference room, Al Basra, Iraq...
"Why are you still dumbstruck?" Bovem asked with a small laugh. Mohammed still doesn't grasp on what he was seeing. The four faceless people who were in front of him, the advanced technology, his realization of his boss' name as 'Bovem'. He felt as if he was just born yesterday. As he faced his master, he saw the evil glee in his eyes. He then asked him "W- What is this?"
Bovem's smile turned wider and replied "This, my son... is the future." He then faced the monitors again and said calmly "Falco?"
"Yes?"
"Do it."
New York City, United States of America
4:53 pm.
"HELL NO!" Karl protested. He stormed his way out of the private room where the two leaders talked. He was fumed with anger because of some misunderstanding that went too south. He turned around and ranted again "I'M SORRY AMERICA BUT YOU'VE GOT THE DUMBEST PRESIDENT OF ALL TIME! HE DOESN'T EVEN GIVE A DAMN ABOUT YOU GUYS!" He then slammed the entrance hall hard. His bodyguards followed suit, confused on what was going on.
After a while, Thomas leaves the room silently. His face registered hatred. Although the media want to get the scoop on their argument, they decided not to press the issue. He left the assembly hall as calm as he can muster.
On the other side, Karl ordered his driver "Start the car. I'm not going to return to this damn place!" They went inside the car. Even though the air inside smelled like petroleum, he didn't care. He was really peeved from what happened inside. When he noticed people threatening to swarm his car, he barked at the driver. "WHY ARE WE STALLING? DRIVE THE FUCKING CAR!"
"Yes sir."
The newscasters were approaching the Russian president's car, the US president was taking his coffee, and the police was clearing everyone out of the way when...
KABOOOOOOOOOOOM!
His car exploded. People who witnessed the explosion shrieked in horror and ran away. Police were desperately trying to clear the fire out when they heard something.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
There were three subsequent explosions on the left wing of the building. Firefighters across New York and Manhattan hurriedly went to the now-burning United Nation's Building. People left the said are for safety measures. Police set up a danger zone with a span of 500 meters in diameter. The whole city is now placed under state of calamity and all airports, seaports and highways are closed. Two minutes after the explosion, cameras of the biggest news networks took the coverage of the deadliest attack on American soil since 9/11.
Al Basra, Iraq...
"This is an emergency broadcast. Small tactical nuclear bomb threat was detected. All personnel, should evacuate the said area. I repeat, all personnel, should evacuate the said area."
The team lead by Sgt. Reggie James ward off the enemy for about thirty minutes. They're now short of ammo's and short of their breaths. They took shelter inside a small building. The handset of the radio was destroyed when a stray bullet hit it. They are still a few hundred yards away from the sea, where the amphibious transport is waiting for them. They spent every energy they had. As the emergency call was replayed over and over again, Pvt Jones has gone hysterical.
"This is an emergency broadcast. Small tactical nuclear bomb threat was detected. All personnel, should evacuate the said area. I repeat, all personnel, should evacuate the said area."
"Oh My God! We're all gonna die! We're all gonna FUCKING DIEE!"
"Well, this is it gentlemen. It's good to know you all." Sgt. James said with a tear escaping in his eyes.
As battle-weary they were, they took all what is left inside of them and face their eminent death. And for the last time the radio relayed the taped call:
"This is an emergency broadcast. Small tactical nuclear bomb threat..."
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
A bright flash of light grew exponentially across the land. The light was so bright everyone was momentarily blinded. After a few seconds when the light died down a bit, everyone in the city looked in fear for the giant mushroom-shaped cloud formed from the city center. The extremely powerful force broke everything on it's path. Helicopters spiraled down, tanks lifted like small toys, ships tossed like paper. Everyone within the city was literally burned from the intense heat and brutal pressure.
The city of Al Basra, Iraq is now in complete oblivion.
Underground...
Mohammed felt a very strong shock. It shook the room violently. He's now terrified about what happened outside. It felt something that no bomb can make it seems that it felt like...
"What the?! Is that a nuke exploding above us?" he thought.
He turned to Bovem and asked "Is that what I heard it is? It's a nuke, isn't it?"
Bovem answered "Yes, my young apprentice. That is..."
He cut him off "BUT WHY? THERE WERE STILL PEOPLE LIVING THERE! AND OUR TROOPS! MY TROOPS! THEY'RE NOW KILLED BECAUSE OF YOU." He was so angry that he didn't do anything to save them. He's not that evil. He joined the U.I.L.F. for one reason: respect. He wanted his ethnicity to be respected. Coming from the lower groups of Iraq, they were treated mercilessly. He joined the organization to make amends. He wanted to tear the wall that separates the dominating culture or ethnic group from the others. He continued his rant "I MEAN, THE U.I.L.F WAS FREAKING STARTED TO HAVE EQUALITY BETWEEN OUR BROTHERS IN THE NAME OF ALLAH AND THEN WITH THE WHOLE WORLD. BUT NO! YOU LET THEM BE KILLED. I'M..." His voice is trailing off from the emotion he's feeling.
But, instead of being angry, Bovem compassionately took him into a hug. He then whispered "I'm sorry. But there are things in this world that we need to sacrifice to achieve the greater good. Remember Mohammad? He sacrifice his life so that he can teach the whole world that Allah is God. We need to let go in order to gain good for the whole world. Believe me, my your apprentice, some day, you will understand all I'm doing and you'll be thankful for that."
Mohammed was shocked to see his master embracing him. He then hugged him back and whispered "I'm very sorry master. I'm just a bit..." He choked as tears flow from his eyes. Bovem patted his back and replied "That's okay. I understand." The young general then cried out for his men and his fellow people that died from the battle. He understood what his master had shared from him. All he has to do is to silently prayed for those lost souls.
Bovem smiled wickedly as he can control Mohammed withing his hands. While he's sobbing on his shoulder, the middle-aged perpetrator thought
"Ha ha ha. Sucker! For a famous general like you, you act as if you're a wimp! Coward!"
The fine glass is now shattered. Peace and stability is now gone. The world that is a powder keg, has exploded. And by the works of a single man, a nation threw his might against another nation. Flesh versus Flesh, Metal against Metal. The epic Third World War has begun.
Headlines:
"Russian president dead, Anti-US protest spread across Russia"
"US President Reeves says: It's not our fault"
"Iraq nuked. 12,000 troops killed"
"U.I.L.F. took reign over Iraq. Mohammed threatens Israel"
"China claims disputed islands with Japan"
"European Union dissolves. Britain and Poland at war"
"ASEAN members readied ships as China asserts possession over Parcel Islands"
"North Korea declares war against South Korea. Reason: SK's 'war games' with the US"
"U.I.L.F. conquers Egypt and most parts of Northern Africa. Neo-Ottoman Empire in the making?"
"Mohammed announces testing of their first long-range rocket system"
"US budget on defense rose 300%. Pres. Reeves wants soldiers to be 1,000,000"
"China declares war against Vietnam and the rest of the ASEAN nations"
"North Korea dissolves armistice with South Korea. Seoul bombarded"
"Russia conquers Poland, Sweden. Finland, Norway, and Ukraine surrenders"
"US-Russian naval stand-off on Bering Sea. Anti-US protest grows exponentially."
"Chinese Mall Massacre: 800 people died in Shanghai"
"Britain, France, Germany, Spain, and Italy forms pact of cooperation against Russian aggressiveness."
"Culprit of the Chinese Mall Massacre: one Japanese secret agent."
"China invaded Honshu island. Japan retaliated."
"United Nations dissolved due to incompetence"
"Pres. Reeves deploys 100,000 troops to Japan, declares war with China"
"Russia-China cooperation treaty signed. Pres. Antonov and Premier Wong shook hands"
"Russia declares war with US"
"Nuclear non-proliferation Act signed. Nuclear weapons banned"
Location: Undisclosed
Sitting in a comfy leather chair, Bovem swirled around. As he watched the news showing the world is on a brink of destruction he said:
"This should be interesting."
To Be Continued...
A/N's: Yes! I did it! Here's the prologue of my second story. I'm sorry if it's a bit boring. I actually thought about this for a long time. But here's some of my 'splenations:
1. Kim, Ron, and others will appear at the succeeding chapters (Kim and Ron will have their debut on the first chapter).
2. Bovem, Falco, Serpens, Crux, and Ursa are the main protagonists (duh!)
3. All the characters that's not in the KP are the works of my weird mind. They are purely fictional.
4. MOST IMPORTANT: The story here is not true. It is also not intended to make fun of other people. Please, don't take this writing in the wrong way.
A/N raised to 2: I'm sorry if there was some grammatical errors here. This will be the last time that I will post something that I didn't even check if they were good (Sorry about that. I was like out of myself yesterday). I would like to say thanks for those who corrected me.
Well then, thanks for reading and 'til next time!
-kmtdiccion :)