Kim Possible: Galaxy Defender
By Futuramakid.
DISCLAIMER: I own neither KP nor the MIBs.
Kim and Jay reported to Zed.
"What do we got?" Jay asked.
"Well, we need to neuralyze one Drew Lipsky," Zed said, "he's made contact with an alien race we haven't, and I haven't been able to get any men on it."
"Wait," Kim said, "brainstorm. We need a death cover up, right?"
"Yes," Zed said, unsure quite what she'd had in mind.
"Well, if my first mission with the MIB involves Drakken, we could destroy the lair, leave a body burned beyond recognition…"
"And claim it's yours!" Jay finished.
"Hmm," Zed said, thinking. It didn't seem to have any snags, anywhere.
"Fine," Zed said, "but you had better do a good job of it."
"Yes sir, Zed," the two said at once.
"Get the kid some equipment, and get her out of here," Zed said.
Jay led Kim to the equipment room.
"I'm impressed," Jay said, "few men in black manage to get a plan to Zed on the first day. Good job, Slick."
"Well, I'm not a man in black," Kim said.
"Too true, too true," Jay said. He liked this kid already.
He picked up a neuralyzer, and showed it to her.
"This is a neuralyzer," he said, "it erases memory past any date you input. The person will also accept false memories for up to 20 seconds after you flash it at them."
He pointed to the dials.
"Days, months, years, hours. Always keep it pointed away, and remember to wear your Ray Bans when you use it."
He handed it to Kim.
"Any other standard equipment?" Kim asked.
"Yes," Jay said, "to carry out your plan, we'll need firepower to make a convincing trashed lair."
He led her to the weapons wall.
"Wow," Kim said, looking at a series 4 de-atomizer on the top.
"Oh no," Jay said, "this is yours."
He handed a noisy cricket to her.
"This thing?" she said in disbelief, "this is a toy!"
"No," Jay said, "this is a dangerous weapon. It packs more of a punch than the size lets on."
"Oh really?" Kim said, unconvinced.
"Yes, really. Now, let's pick up a cloned body to leave behind," Jay said.
"Cloned?" Kim said, "from who?"
"Nobody in particular. It's from a generic genome," Jay explained, "It's made for this type use. Fake bodies for famous people who 'die' in accidents. Most of them are aliens who needed to leave."
"This is SO off the charts on my weird scale," Kim said.
"Well, it gets weirder," Jay said, "so you may have to adjust it."
He led her to the lab, where he picked up a body.
"Now, let's get on to the mission," Kim said.
He led her back out to his car.
"Let's roll," she said.
"Better yet," he said, "let's fly."
He pushed the red button, and they took off.
