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First two chapters are years old. I figure starting to post will force me to write the ending. Chronologically, a very early Team Possible II story. It's in the Blood and Doppelganger are earlier, but represents an origin rather than a team story. Set after unwritten Madness at Innsmouth

It's Never So Bad It Can't Get Worse

"Bogus," Jim snorted.

"You didn't even look close," Tim protested.

"Didn't need to. Giant radioactive maggots? Don't you know most of YouTube is fake? You ought to watch MythBusters instead of that junk."

"It doesn't say radioactive."

"No, it just claims it was taken over an old atomic bomb testing site. That isn't even original. It's like someone just ripped off a plot from a bad fifties horror movie."

"Not to change the subject, but were there any good fifties horror movies?"

"Not that I know of. So, you're admitting I'm right?"

"I'm not admitting anything. Would anything convince you?"

"Convince me a lie is true? I hope not."

"There were other witnesses in the plane, besides the guy who got the video with his cell phone."

"Drunk or his buddies, I'll bet."

"How about the fact the US Army is investigating."

"What? That's probably some BS story."

Tim smiled, "Satellite pictures," he told his twin, pulling them from a folder. "They set up less than a mile from the site where the video was shot. I verified that."

"Let me see those." Jim stared at the photos for a minute. "These don't prove anything. I don't know when these were taken–"

"Date stamped."

"Can be faked. But even if the timestamp is right it doesn't prove why they are there. And even if they are there to investigate a crazy rumor it doesn't mean the crazy rumor is true."

"I think you're leaving reasonable doubt for unreasonable doubt. We should ask Wade's opinion."

Bego was in Wade's office. The metal girl nodded at the twins, "What's. buzzin'. cousins? Wade. says. I. am. rapidly. becomin'. my. own. person."

"Good going," Tim laughed and gave his metal cousin a high five before turning to Wade, "See the story on a giant maggot in the dessert?"

"Probably a fake," the dark-skinned young man replied.

"See," Jim told his twin, "he agrees with me."

"He said probably," Tim pointed out. "That's not the same as no."

"It's close enough."

"Wade," Tim demanded, "do you think the story is impossible?"

Wade shrugged, "A couple months ago a weird vampire thing captured Shego, Ron, and Kim. A couple weeks ago I nearly got eaten by a monster squid. And Bego is a metal duplication of Joss, at least as far as her memory goes—"

"I. think. I. look. better."

"I think I prefer the original," Wade grinned, then looked back at the twins. "Point is, I'd be real careful about calling anything impossible without a little more investigation."

"I say we investigate," Tim told his brother. "Five bucks says I'm right."

"Five bucks? Oohh, big spender. Sounds like you're real convinced you're right." Jim sneered.

"I'm not crazy," Tim asserted. "I don't know that it's right. But it'd be fun to look." He turned to Wade, "Can we borrow a hovercraft?"

"Can. Joss. and. I. come. with. you?"

"Sure," Tim agreed.

"Hey, let's run this by Drakken," Wade insisted. "He might object to loaning out the hovercraft for a joy ride."

"It's not a joy ride," Tim insisted. "Research. Serious scientific research."

"You. don't. really. believe. that, do. you?"

"Heck no, but I figure it's got a chance of getting us a hovercraft."

Drakken had no particular problem with loaning the hovercraft, "But we should run it by Zita."

"Why?" Jim demanded.

"Well… She seems to know what she's doing with things. She's made suggestions that save money and… I sort of asked her to track expenses. She's going to say taking the hovercraft is a waste of money."

"Who's running this place," Jim countered. "The name is Lipsky and Load. You're the boss."

"Well, technically," the blue man agreed. "But I wouldn't mind making a pile of money, and I think she can help me — I mean, us, to do it."

Tim chuckled, "So, the plan now is to take over the world financially?" Drakken shrugged. "Is there any kind of excuse you can give her?"

"I'm not sure I—"

"Your radiation suits," Wade interrupted.

"What. radiation. suits?"

"Those were for a plan to—"

"Yeah, I know why you invented them. But you mentioned they might be worth submitting for that competition."

"What competition?" Jim asked.

"Government wants some very high quality suits," Drakken explained, "in case we have our own Chernobyl, or one of the reactors by a fault gets hit with a big earthquake."

"And what better place to test them out than an old atomic bomb testing site?" Wade finished.

"For a proper test we need to install dosimeters in the suits," the blue man pointed out.

"Tim and Jim can do that this afternoon, as soon as Zita clears it."

"Hey, why us?" Jim protested.

"You and Tim had the idea. You want to go check it out, you put in the dosimeters."

While the four men pitched the idea to Zita for approval Bego called Joss. They made plans for Saturday, assuming that Drakken, Wade, and the twins might be able to convince Zita to let them use the hovercraft for a test of the radiation suits.

Anne Possible was up early on Saturday morning to prepare breakfast before the teens departed. "Be careful," she warned her sons.

"Mom!" Jim protested. "You never told Kim to be careful."

"Yes I did."

"Not as much as you tell us," Tim grumbled.

"There's a reason for that." She turned to Joss and Bego, "Keep them out of trouble, if you can."

"Mom!" Jim protested again.

"We. will. do. our. best," the metal girl promised.

With the pile of bags containing the bulky radiation suites the hovercraft was terribly cramped, although Wade and Joss didn't seem to mind being crowded closely together.

"Ah don't want Bego goin' in there," Joss announced as they neared the old test site.

"What. is. your. problem?"

"Radiation might do somethin' bad to your circuits."

"That's. what. the. radiation. suits. are. for," Bego shot back.

"Well, Ah don't know that—"

Wade coughed, "Actually, neither of you will suit up."

"What?" Joss protested.

"First," Drakken reminded them, "neither of you are Lipsky and Load employees. Second, radiation might affect the circuitry of the hovercraft and we don't want prolonged exposure for that. We'll leave Bego off at the Army's position, suit up, and Joss will fly us in close then go back and wait with Bego."

"Did anyone think to clear this with the army?" Jim grumbled.

"The radiation suits are for the military," Wade reminded him. "I'm hoping they'll be impressed by seeing them in action."

"What I asked was if anyone cleared this with the army? I can see them shooting first and asking questions later."

To avoid a hostile appearance Drakken slowed the craft as they neared the location where satellite photos had shown the army patrol's base, but the flat area near the supposed sighting was empty. "Found out it was bogus and went home," Jim predicted.

Tim shrugged, "Maybe… Looks like I owe you five bucks."

"Well, we're still going to test the radiation suits," Wade told them.

"Ah, man, that sounds like work," Tim moaned.

"Well I don't want to tell Zita we went out to test the suits and then didn't," Drakken told the twins.

They set down in the flat area. "Weird. color. from. over. there."

"Let me see," Joss said and took her sister's hand. "Wow."

"Weird color?" Drakken asked.

"I. can. see. beyond. the. visible. spectrum."

"Radiation?" Tim suggested.

"We've looked at a chunk of uranium in the science classroom," Joss answered. "Don't look nothin' like this."

"Maybe sheer volume," Jim contributed. "They're not going to have anything dangerous at Middleton High. They don't worry about that when they're testing A-bombs."

"Maybe," Bego agreed reluctantly. The blue girl helped the others into their suits.

"Ah'll be back in a minute after Ah drop 'em off," Joss promised.

"We'll stay in touch and call you to get us after our tests," Wade promised.

Joss returned to Bego, but looked slightly worried. "Wish Ah coulda gone in with 'em."

"What. is. wrong?"

"Don't rightly know, but there were some holes goin' down into the ground out there."

"Could. the. giant. maggot. in. the. video. have. done. it?"

Joss shrugged, "Don't know. Army coulda dug tunnels. Maybe some natural phenomenon Ah've not heard of. Let me call the guys." She turned on the transceiver, "Hey, got anything to say? How deep them things go?"

"Don't know," Tim's voice came back. "We're going real slow. Even Jim thinks being careful isn't a bad idea."

"Good. for. Jim," Bego commented in the background.

"Wade's getting some curious readings on radiation levels."

"Curious? Higher than expected? Any problem with the suits?"

"Nah, radiation levels seem to get lower as we go in."

Bego nudged Joss to call her attention from the radio. A convey of military vehicles was approaching. A man in the lead jeep appeared to be the commanding officer, at least that was one of Bego's opinions in regard to the man. The second opinion was that he did not look happy to see the two young women there. "Talk with you in a minute, cuz. Looks like the army's here."

Colonel Woodruff was not a happy man. He'd had a long and undistinguished career and didn't want anything to disturb that in the less than three years until retirement. He knew enough about the people he was with to know they spelled potential trouble for his plans. He harbored a second resentment as well. In his mind he should have been in charge of the operation. In theory he was in charge of the operation, but he suspected he was merely in charge of logistical support for the civilians in the convoy. Still, if there were problems it would probably the civilians who got killed or took the blame. He should probably just put on his happy face and help them with whatever they needed.

He lost his happy face at the sight of two young women sitting in what appeared to be a flying saucer in the staging area. "Pull up beside them," he barked to his driver. The blue girl turned inhuman, red glowing eyes on him as the driver turned off the jeep. "Are you with the BPRD?" he shouted at them.

"What. is. the. B.P.R.D?" a mechanical voice answered.

"No, Sir," Joss called.

"Why are you here? The road block…" The colonel closed his eyes and a pained expression flitted across his face. "You flew in with that thing, didn't you?"

"Yep. Didn't see no roadblocks from the air."

He turned to the driver, "Have the MPs take these two into custody."

"We, uh, don't have any MPs, Sir."

"Why not?"

"They're manning the roadblocks, Sir. We weren't expecting anyone inside the perimeter."

During the exchange between the colonel and Joss and Bego the rest of the convoy parked and a tall figure strode over. The newcomer looked less human than Bego. His skin was a bright red. What Bego first thought were some sort of goggles, pushed back on his forehead, on closer examination looked more like the stumps of sawn off horns. The metal girl assumed the rocky looking right hand was some sort of glove, but he did seem to have a tail under his long duster-style coat. "Problem, Colonel?" the newcomer asked.

"Trespassers," Woodruff grunted.

The red man stared at the pair for a minute as a handful of his friends left their vehicle and joined him. "Why are you two out here?" he demanded.

"Lipsky and Load are testing radiation suits and—"

"Lipsky and Load?"

"Research and development. They—"

Another less than human figure demanded, "Are you saying there are people out there running tests?"

"Yes, they're testing—"

"Get them out!" the red man ordered. "Now!"

A woman in the group told the teens, "Two soldiers died in there investigating what's going on."

Even as the dark-haired woman spoke Joss tried to contact Tim, "Tim, get out of there. Get out of there now. Army says it's really dangerous. I'm not kidding, Tim, get out of there."

There was a minute of tense silence between Tim's voice came back. "Really?"

"Ah'm not kiddin' Tim. We got the army here and… and Ah'm not sure what this guy is, but if'n he says it's dangerous Ah'm gonna take his word for it."

"We've almost got the data we need. Give us—"

The red man reached in and took the microphone from Joss, "You'll get out now on your own feet. If you can. I'm not interested in pulling your corpses out to see if there's enough left to identify. And there's no guarantee you'll make it out if you start now."

"Yes, Sir," Tim shot back.

"And keep talking until you get out of there," the red man commanded. "We want to know you're still alive."

The group around the hovercraft kept silent as Tim broadcast a stream of reports on their progress toward the surface. "See the light," he reported. "Wade's out," The terrain was too rolling for those in the staging area to see the first man out. "Jim's out."

"Gonna. be. fine," Bego assured Joss.

"Drakken and I—" Tim's scream came over the speaker.