I don't any of Disney's characters named herein, and am using them for a story meant for entertainment purposes only..
Kim Possible: Child's Play
LJ58
3
Kim sat drumming her fingers as the teacher chided one of the boys who had been misbehaving. She had figured out quickly that so long as she sat quietly, the teacher no longer called on her, or bothered her.
She did, however, keep a very close eye on her at recess.
Nor was she allowed anywhere near the playground equipment. Which was kind of a rip. It was recess. Why couldn't you play if it was recess? Even if she had grown up once before, she just didn't understand grownups. Then again, she never had.
Some of them were real morons.
The list was too endless to even consider.
She really missed Ron just now. True, he was off in Japan again. With his new girlfriend, and helping train his rapidly maturing sister in the ways of the monkey ninja. Something that still tweaked the Stoppables, who had trouble with the whole notion that their ninja baby was going to be a real ninja.
She sighed, staring out the window, when she saw an official looking car pull in to the lot outside the school. She could see two men inside, and they seemed to be studying the school.
She was staring right at them now, and something in the back of her head began to scream 'bad news.'
Her first thought was, 'Not again.'
Then she saw the two young men, maybe in their twenties, climb out of the car, walk around to the trunk, and pull out a heavy duffel bag.
She gasped, and looked around.
"Miss Buttons," she called out, eyes still on the men.
"Now, Kimberly," the young teacher told her with a weary glance. "Even you know that we don't interrupt in class….."
"Men, with guns," Kim said, and pointed.
Fiona Buttons gasped, and ran to the window.
"Ohmigod," the young teacher gasped, seeing the two men carrying heavy weapons toward the school even as a security guard walked out to intercept them.
Even before the uniformed man could reach them, one lifted a large bore pistol, and shot him through the face.
Fiona screamed, and both men looked right at her.
She ducked down, but both men had seen her.
"Got her," Kim heard one of them grit out.
Kim had little doubt just then. They were after her.
Running for the door, she raced up the hall, and felt the niggling flow of sensations surging as they had years ago. She saw the flow of potentials, and possibilities, and stopped just before reaching the door. Triggering the device on her left hand, the men burst into the front door, and pointed weapons at her.
"Move, and you're dead," the first man with a bad haircut growled.
Kim didn't move.
The other sprayed something in her face, and Kim slowly folded down to her knees, staring blankly, and then dropped onto her side. The bad haircut holstered his weapons, scooping her up to throw her over his shoulder, and then both walked out.
After the second fired a warning shot at the office door when it started to open.
No one looked out again.
KP
Shego was eyeing the cooking channel, the latest thing to draw Warmonga's attention, when both of them all but jumped when their matching watches began to chirp loudly.
"What is it," Shego asked, quickly opening the channel.
"I don't know," Wade told her as Warmonga just stared at her Kimmunicator, and listened. "Five seconds ago, Kim sent out an emergency beacon, but now her Kimmunicator is silent. I can't find her signal anywhere. Shego, something….. Hold on, I'm getting something."
"Nerdlinger," Shego asked.
"Oh, no."
"Wade," Shego all but shouted, the young teen looking horrified.
"Someone attacked her school. There were casualties. I can't get anything else yet," he told her.
"I'm on my way."
"As is Warmonga," Warmonga growled, looking furious.
"I'll try to get more information. Be careful," Wade told Shego.
Shego wasn't listening, she was already running to her room to change. If someone was daring to take on Kimmie, she was going to be ready for anything. Because if she knew anything, it was that anyone out to start trouble with her Princess meant bad news. The very worst kind of bad news.
"We'd better call the Possibles, too," Shego said, coming down the stairs a few minutes later, looking very much like she was ready to fight. "In case the Nerdlinger forgot."
Warmonga nodded, but she was now holding a short, modular staff in one hand.
Shego said nothing, and headed for her own car.
"We'll call on the way," Shego added, snatching up her keys, and thankful Kimmie had talked her into the convertible. Not many cars could handle nine foot alien warrior-women. Even if they had been converted, and upgraded by the Possibles.
KP
Kim could feel the vibrations, and the sway of the vehicle. That, however, was all she felt.
They were airborne.
She had wondered when they tossed her in the cargo hold, AKA trunk, that was much larger than most. Then she had heard a faint whine that sounded less like an engine, and more like turbines. The jet kind. She lay still, trying to access the one vision she had focused on earlier, but was already finding it hazy, and just out of reach again.
Apparently, only her earlier stress had let her break through the haze again with such ease.
Still, if she had seen anything, it was that to fight, or even run, meant the school would have been devastated. She could not allow that one. So she stood there, let that moron spray her with gas, and while she held her breath, he didn't even check.
Obviously amateurs.
The kind willing to kill anyone else in their way.
So, who sent them, because she didn't see them as the type to have planned this kind of operation. They didn't seem to have any plans beyond grabbing her so far as she could tell.
Which meant someone intended to either intercept them, or she didn't 'see' their original intentions beyond taking her.
Either way, they were bad news. Especially as one of them had enough presence of mind to smash her Kimmunicator after tearing it off her arm. That in itself implied more than casual knowledge. So, who was it? And why grab her at all if they knew who was likely to be hunting her just now?
She wished she could see again, but she didn't dare do anything until she knew they were well away from the school, and anyone else getting into danger.
She might risk her life, on her own terms, but there was no way she was letting these freaks carelessly cut down innocent kids. That was never her way. When she found out what was going on, though, all bets were off.
Someone, she decided, feeling the vehicle sway as it banked hard left now.
Northbound now. They were flying circles as if trying to either show a random flight pattern, or they were waiting for something. A signal, or…
She heard something loud coming in close, and then the vehicle shuddered as loud, metallic clanking sounded around her, and she guessed something had just latched onto the vehicle as it suddenly stilled, and the softer whine of its engine faded to silence.
Overheard, a louder droning sound continued, but she lost all sense of motion now as the vehicle jerked again, and she was shook, and rolled around as the vehicle now stopped completely, and the faint hum of something that ended with a hard, thudding sound of metal on metal sounded.
A hatch?
Which meant someone had just scooped them up.
A larger transport, obviously.
She could no longer feel movement. Most of the engine drone was gone now, too.
So, something big, and well made.
She closed her eyes again, feigning unconsciousness as she heard someone chortle as the lid opened over her, and the darkness filled with a faint light.
"She can't be much," someone sneered, "If you two posers actually managed to grab her."
"Just give us the bounty, and we're out of here," one of the men spat. "That's the deal."
"First, we make sure this isn't a ringer. Where…..?"
She felt her left arm raised, and then dropped.
"Where's her communications device?"
"Back at the school. We crunched it," the other man spoke now with a sneering voice. "You think we didn't know about that? No way anyone tracked us, dude. So make with the cash."
"You'll have to see the boss. Wait here," they were told, and Kim felt herself lifted as someone now carried her off.
She felt gloves. Which suggested a uniform.
Boss?
She'd wait. She wanted to know who was really behind this. What they were really up to now. It also gave her time to let Shego find her.
She hoped.
KP
Shego stomped away from the school, almost regretting she had not let Warmonga do the questioning. Still, she wanted to find Kim. Not explain a bunch of maimed wage slaves to that one-eyed harpy.
She had called the Docs, and the Tweebs, alerting them. Just before that nosy one-eyed cow called Shego herself, proving she was still keeping tabs. Wade had yet to call with more news, and things weren't looking good after a detective that knew her well enough finally let her see that crushed band she knew Kim had been wearing the last time she had seen her.
"Damn it, I told her to upgrade to genetic bonding Nerdlinger mentioned," she complained as she jerked her door open.
Then again, they might have just crushed her Princess' little arm if they knew enough to destroy that communications band.
"Do you know where to go?"
"No. But if we don't hear from someone soon, we're heading for the one man that might know. If we just….convince him to talk."
"Merely take Warmonga to him, and he will talk," Warmonga told her very convincingly.
"We may. But for now, let's give the harpy, and Wade a few. I'd like to hold that source back until absolutely necessary. After all, I don't want him knowing just how easily I can break into his secure offices."
Warmonga grumbled irritably, but said nothing to that.
"That said," Shego went on, settling behind the wheel. "They have twenty-five minutes, which is about how long it'll take me to get where we're going."
Warmonga almost smiled at that.
"Now, you begin to sound like a warrior again," she grinned as Shego switched her little, green convertible to flight mode, and took off almost vertically with a roar of thunderous engines.
KP
"Agent Du," Dr. Director nodded at Will. "What happened to the team watching Kimberly?"
"We found them in a field behind the school, ma'am. Dead. Someone took their clothes, and transport."
"Can we track it," Betty seized on that thought at once.
"We checked," Will grimaced, shaking his head. "Someone ripped out the entire com-panel, and the tracking beacons. They were found near the bodies."
"Who was on duty?"
"Dolan, and Poe."
"Good agents. Damn. And Poe was near retirement."
"No one thought someone would target us," Will frowned. "We were observing only, as ordered. Ever since Drakken stood down, we've not heard anything from that direction."
"Someone is moving. And if they wake up Kimberly's powers again, based on Shego's past, we could all be in trouble."
Will, who had seen Shego's file, merely nodded.
"Anything out of the ordinary? Anything that might lead us to her before something happens?"
"No," Will complained. "And I have a full team looking now. Whoever they are, they're not only clever, they're very clever. We didn't so much as see a rogue helicopter in the region."
Betty swore.
"Shego and Warmonga are en route to somewhere. Find out. And find her, Du, before this one blows up in our face. I put Ms. Brazinski in place just to keep Kim quiet, and slow her pace of development until her body could fully catch up with her brain. This is upsetting the plan," she stated pointedly.
Will knew firsthand how much Dr. Director hated having her plans upset.
Someone was going to be in trouble over this one.
"What of the comm-device from the transport? Anything on it up to the point before it was removed?"
"Our techs are going over it now," he told her. "The moment they learn anything….."
His comm-link chirped just then, and he nodded.
"That may be them. Du," he replied as he opened the frequency.
"We have a face, sir. Just a brief glimpse, before the recorder went blank. Whoever it was came up behind the vehicle, and then everything went dark."
"Show me," Will barked.
He eyed the small screen on his comm-link, and frowned.
"I know him."
"Du?"
He turned the device around to let Betty see the image.
"He's a low-level thug that has tried on several occasions to get into Henchco. He is a three-time loser with delusions of grandeur," Will reported.
"How did you run across him?"
"He actually tried to mug me a year ago," Will said, rolling his eyes. "I thought he was still in jail."
"Obviously not. Check him out. Check out everything. And find Kim Possible," she ordered.
KP
"We've got a lead," Wade told Shego as she was headed for her own source.
"What have you got?"
"Admittedly not much, but I intercepted a lot of radio chatter from GJ that just put an immediate want out for Lou Serano. A minor thief with a long record. He apparently graduated to murder, and hijacked a GJ transport to carry off Kim."
"Anything else," Shego asked hopefully.
"Nothing definitive. But the word is, he's been trying to get into Henchco's good graces for a few years now. Maybe this is his latest attempt."
"Good enough. I'm headed for Jack's private office, Nerdlinger. Monga and I are going to ask him about his wannabe. And especially Kim. It shouldn't take long."
"I'd say be careful, but…."
"Yeah," Shego smirked. "Just keep us posted," she added. "And if we find anything, you'll be the first to know it."
Shego cut off the signal, and glanced over at Warmonga.
"Looks like Kimmie was right. GJ was still watching her. For all the good it did. Listen, when we go in, don't kill anyone. Someone might know where Kim is now. We can't risk killing the wrong guy. Got it?"
Warmonga smiled coldly.
"Warmonga need not slay our enemies to make them suffer," the bigger, green woman stated blandly.
"Works for me. We're four minutes away. Get ready, beanstalk. We're about to make a lot more enemies."
"A warrior is defined by their enemies," the woman said, sounding as if she were quoting now.
"Whatever," Shego huffed, and aimed the flying convertible down at the ground at what looked like a massive warehouse. "Get ready. I can guarantee these jerks won't play nice."
Warmonga smiled on.
"I certainly hope not," the woman drawled as she raised her staff that was humming now, and starting to glow.
Shego said nothing to that.
To Be Continued….