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Kim Possible: Rogue

By LJ58

3

"You're not joking, are you?"

"No."

"I…..don't know what to say," General Richard Flagg told Dr. Director as the man in Air Force blue frowned at her through the computer monitor where she stared back with a grim visage. "I can tell you, none of my people had anything to do with that…..thing."

"The Army had it in Lilac Valley. I'd like to know why, and what they doing, Richard. Because someone let it leak, and now Shego has it. That can only be worse news."

"Then Hardcastle will know. I'll sound him out, Elizabeth. But since his failures at Cadmus, he's not exactly been very….friendly with interoffice cooperation."

"Remind him that whoever is backing Shego is likely to be nothing but trouble if they do get Matrix functional."

"You're absolutely sure….?"

"I am. It's been confirmed beyond all doubt," Richard Flagg was told. "And, Richard, someone inside had to know. Not only to get it out of my Agency, but to know to send Shego to Lilac Valley. Someone is leaking supersensitive data. Understand?"

The officer frowned, and shook his head.

"I doubt I could help in that respect. Lately, the President is all but giving national secrets away to 'play fair' with our alleged allies."

"So I've heard."

"If I find anything, I'll let you know at once."

"You'd better. I don't know what's going on yet, but I do know it's going to be bad. Really bad."

"I've never doubted your instincts. What about Stoppable? I heard he was back in the country."

"Did you? And did you hear he's decidedly unfriendly to certain organizations after that little fiasco the CIA pulled in Guam a few years ago?"

"That….wasn't our call."

"He doesn't see it that way. I'm trying to coax him back, but…. We can't rely on him."

"I could ask…."

"Keep those heavyhanded errand boys of yours out of the way, Richard. You try to lean on him now, and you'll only push him away for certain. I'll handle him."

"Sounds like you're already handling a lot."

"Maybe if you boys would quit playing your games out there, half my work would disappear," she spat.

Richard just stared.

Dr. Director sighed, and shook her head.

"Sorry, but…. You know what I mean. I'll be in touch."

"Anytime, Elizabeth," he said, and switched off the communication panel.

He swung around in his chair, eyed the two senior officers behind him, and just out of view of the screen so they couldn't be seen, and spat, "Who the hell jumped the gun on Stoppable?"

Both men glanced away.

"Great. Just great. Is this Viper operation even ours?"

"The Sec-Def suggested it might be better if the cold-fusion reactor never came online. At all," the Marine General told him. "Besides, it is...necessary for a certain backup program."

"So you sent that freelancer in?"

"He's supposed to be one of the best."

"One of the best? A professional doesn't tip his hand by indulging in personal vendettas," Richard Flagg spat. "My God, if this ninja boy is even half of what Elizabeth claims…."

"He can't beat Viper."

"No? Suppose he does? Then again, suppose he doesn't? Recall his background. There's a cult of ancient mystic ninja out there would definitely be calling on us for answers."

"No. They'd call on Viper."

"I'm surrounded by amateurs. Damn it, Gene," he spat at the man in the Army uniform. "Just tell me you didn't actually try to use Matrix without authorization again? Tell me it was still buried all this time?"

"We canceled that project early on. After what happened to….."

"Don't even say it. For all we know, this place is bugged, too," Richard Flagg cut General Hardcastle off. "Because if we are infiltrating GJ, then, by God, Elizabeth's people could be anywhere, too! You know how she is at the best of times."

"Of course," the surly Marine growled. "Do we even know who set that green-skinned bitch on us yet? She's my greatest concern just now."

"No. But it's a sure bet she's not moving haphazardly. She's been hitting key military installations, and taking only our best prototype weaponry, and arms. I hate to say it, but we might have to….."

"If you say go public," Gene Hardcastle spat, "I'll belt you. There is no way we dare admit even half of the list that bitch has stolen. Aside from the panic, we'd be looking at criminal charges ourselves, as much as anything else."

"Especially since a lot of that weaponry isn't supposed to exist," the Marine general admitted.

"Suggestions?"

"We find out who is leaking our secrets, and bury them. Deep."

"After we find out what's going on," the Marine growled.

"Maybe we should just tip off your daughter, Sam," Gene Hardcastle muttered sourly. "God knows, she's a pro at uncovering things she shouldn't know."

"Let's leave her out of this," the Marine growled. "This is enough of a mess. All right, get me Sanders at Lilac Valley, and let's find out what's really going on. Then, I think we'd better pull our people back from Middleton. Whatever goes down, I don't want any military, or federal presence tipping off the wrong people."

"Or any people," Richard agreed.

"Definitely. Elizabeth is suspicious enough of late. Shame, I thought she'd have been more of a team player at one time."

Gene snorted.

"She actually believes in that mandate of hers. Just another reason women don't belong in critical positions, do you ask me."

"I'll do you a favor," Richard Flagg told him. "I'll never tell her you said that."

"Like I'm worried about…."

"Remind me to tell her just how she really lost that eye of hers one day," Richard told him.

KP

"You're certain," Wade frowned.

"How much progress have you made?"

"Not much," the young teen told her reluctantly. "Shego's gotten even better at covering her tracks. Not that she was ever that amateurish. Unless she was with….."

"I get it. And I am serious. I want you to hack the Pentagon's real database. I know Richard. The flyboy never could lie worth a damn, and I know he was lying to me just now. I want you to find out what he didn't tell me. I don't care if you have to hack the White House."

"Actually….."

"I want answers, Wade. We're one day away from a potential hit right under our noses, and I will not give the press, or the usual boys' clubs any reason to cut any more of our operations, or budget."

"I understand. I'll get right on it."

"I don't have to say…..?"

"Don't worry. I learned my lesson with that NSA operation. They won't even see me coming," Wade smiled just a little smugly.

Betty said nothing to that.

"Just find out what's going on," he told the young man. "Before we all pay for their mistakes."

Wade said nothing as he went to work.

KP

Ron stayed exactly where he was. Frozen in the shadows, and not visible just then.

Until one of the men pressed a button on a device he pulled from his belt, causing the lights to flare as the men pulled down protective goggles over their eyes. Fortunately, his visor he still wore provided automatic protection from changing light frequencies, and when the bright light turned blinding, he could still see.

The men however, were now moving toward the supporting scaffolding, weapons readied, and flashlights aimed at the darker shadows.

Even as the scaffold began retreating into into the wall behind him as the platform was sent back up into the warehouse when the same man with a large remote now pushed another button.

"No one blink," the man with the remote growled. "Whoever is in there is either going to come out, or get crushed when the frame retracts. When he comes out, shoot to wound. We need to know who he is, and why he's here."

Ron's usually brown eyes glittered a cool cerulean behind his visor as he absorbed the man's words.

So, they wanted to play?

Palming four slender daggers in each hand, he moved just away from the collapsing leg nearest him, and flung out both hands.

Eight daggers flew with eerie precision as Ron leapt from the shadows.

Even as the first men howled, dropping their weapons, and pulling the ceramic blades from their hands, eight more daggers flew, and then Ron was on top of the men, a hard staff exploding from a small, flexible rod he had pulled out even as the last dagger found its mark.

He focused on the still armed men, hitting with precise skill and force to drop the men before him before they even realized he was there.

By then, the sixteen men struck with his daggers were dropping to the ground, landing on their backs, or faces, as the paralyzing agent he used put them out, too. He stopped in the middle of the chamber, and stared around him, over half the men already down at the rest turned to react to his presence as if had just appeared in the middle of their group.

"You could make it easy on your yourselves, and just give up," Ron murmured as his glittering eyes swept the room, and he marked his next targets.

Even as one man lifted his weapon, three shuriken flew, and two more men fell. The third had wisely ducked, but when he did, Ron's staff was there to smash into the side of his temple. He went flying, landing hard as he rolled over, and stayed still.

Nineteen men left.

Kim used to drop that many on a bad day.

Ron smiled.

"You're not much of a challenge. Sure you don't want to just….?"

One of the men opened fire as he screamed wordlessly at him.

Ron leapt straight up, then came down and slammed both feet into his face.

Not before five men died under a hail of deadly firepower the automatic rifle spat out like a Gatling Gun on turbo.

He frowned, and glanced again at the men's weapons.

"Rail guns? You guys are seriously using rail guns?"

"Line up. Form on me, and open fire," the leader spat at his men.

Ron swore, and moved again.

When he stopped, only one man was standing.

Teetering, the big man finally, and slowly dropped to his knees, his face a mask of pain as he stared at his obviously broken forearms.

"Now, I can continue with the amputation," Ron snarled as he stepped over to the kneeling man, the last of his companions all out cold, "Or you can talk to me. Where's your boss," he demanded, knowing if Viper were really here, he'd have been out of the office by now to see what was going on.

The man stared blankly at him.

"I know about Viper. I know enough about him to know he wouldn't be here just to kill some nerd with a new invention. What's really going on? What's his real plan?"

"Y-You will…..n-n-never…..f-f-find out," the man hissed, and forced his right hand to move, clumsily stabbing at a button on the fallen remote near his side.

Ron swore, and started to move.

Just as the entire complex went up in a thunderous explosion.

KP

"A warehouse on the docks just went up," a man rushed into the main command center to shout at Dr. Director.

"And," the woman growled, turning from where she was sifting the reports of the day.

"First responders claim there are Henches in the rubble, and the place was supposed to be empty. There's also a lot of high tech weaponry in there. Or so they think based on the wreckage."

Wade frowned.

"And what made it go up?"

"We don't know," the agent admitted. "The dock security guard called it in after he heard what he thought was a bomb go off."

Dr. Director headed for the door herself as she shouted, "Get every available man we have in the area over there. Wade, call Will, have him meet me there."

"Do you know something," Wade asked.

"If that was Viper's lair, Ronald might have been there," she spat over her shoulder. "Move, people!"

Thirty minutes later, after confirming some very high-tech weaponry had been stored in that warehouse that collapsed almost fifty feet below the surface, she found herself hoping Ron wasn't around. No one inside that place was coming out alive. The force of the explosion had carved out a crater, which then let the shattered warehouse collapse in on it to fill most of the space. Still there was enough debris scattered out around the area to let them see what had been inside.

Experimental, portable rail guns. The latest thing in military defense. Only they were not in a military warehouse. They were in Henches hands. Even Jack Hench shouldn't have military prototypes. Something else was going on. Something big.

Yet she was still just stumbling in the dark, following the wrong signs.

"It's definitely military," Will Du came back over holding a warped rifle barrel from one of the weapons. "The serial numbers match the list Wade got from the Pentagon. Only these weapons were listed as defective, and destroyed."

Betty stared around her at the glittering chrome and steel littering the debris zone, and growled, "Obviously not."

"You realize it's the same scenario used to procure the Matrix. Materials supposedly disposed of turning up where they shouldn't be? Sound…..familiar."

"I don't like it, Will. We're out of the loop on this one. Wade's finding us pieces, but we need more than a few crumbs. I want you to take Dash, and go to D.C. now," she told him.

"Not the others?"

"They need to learn to work separately. They're still too dependent on one another. If they are ever going to mature as agents, they need to learn to adapt. Take him, and get into the Bunker. Find out what Flagg, and his people are hiding."

"Directives, ma'am,' he asked grimly.

"I don't care if you have to drag him into a room, and personally interrogate him. Something bad is coming, Will," she told him. "I can feel it. And these idiots are still stonewalling us. Break down the wall. Any way you have to," she added curtly.

"Understood," he nodded, understanding, too, why she chose Dash.

The man was a bit crude, and rough around the edges. When it came to interrogating unwilling witnesses, though, he was a virtuoso.

"I'll report as soon as we learn anything," Wade assured her, and headed back for his own transport.

Betty stared around the site, and grimaced. They were weren't down into the actual rubble, but they were already pulling out bodies. Nine, so far. This was part of her job that never got easier. She watched two PM's walk by with a covered gurney, and knew that was ten.

The flames were mostly under control, now, and she could actually get close enough to look down into the charred, twisted ruin of what had been a warehouse not long ago. The fire chief had told her what she had already guessed. The explosion emanated from below. He couldn't account for the igniter. It wasn't gas, and there didn't seem to be anything ordinary about the detonation. He just couldn't tell her more until they got down into the actual rubble.

Walking back toward the VTOL she had parked near the water, she eyed the junior agent nearest her who was vomiting after seeing one of the corpses.

"Weems. You okay?"

"Y-Yes, ma'am," the young man choked. "I just…. I didn't expect…."

"Explosions aren't just fire, and noise. The concussive blast tears you apart from the inside out," she told him. "Better get used to it, if you plan on staying around."

"Yes, ma'am. Just….surprised me. Didn't know a body could….look like that," he said with a grimace of nausea.

"Have you identified any of the victims as yet?"

"One man was readily identified. But it makes no sense," an older woman with a pageboy cut told her as she walked over with a data pad she held out.

"Tell me?"

"The one body we have identified is an active duty Army officer, ma'am. A U.S. Army officer," she told him, glancing at the data pad. "An officer supposedly assigned to security in Frankfort at the local embassy. He shouldn't even be here."

She frowned at that.

"Is Army Intelligence currently conducting any civilian operations in this area?"

"Not that we were told, Dr. Director," Agent April Fine told her. "I was about to send a request for…."

"No. This stays in-house, Agent Fine. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am. What about….next of kin?"

"Keep him unidentified for now. Then go over his background with a fine-tooth comb," she told her.

"Yes, ma'am. Want me to stay, and try to ID anyone else they pull out."

"Yes, I….."

She frowned, glanced around, and then held up a finger.

"Hold on. I'll be right back."

She walked into the VTOL, looked around, then shook her head when the pilot's seat swung around, and a very battered, but very much alive Ron Stoppable sat there looking up at her.

"Ronald. I take it you were on-site?"

"Yeah. Don't bother looking any deeper. Whatever went off, all but vaporized anything and everything below the ground floor. I barely got out myself."

"Dare I ask….?"

"Viper wasn't there. I assume you found the rail guns, though. Want to tell me why Henchco regulars are carrying military tech now? Is Jack branching out again?"

"We don't know, Ronald. We keep getting a lot of dead-ends on this one, and it is getting stranger and stranger. I think something bigger than we can see is going on. Do you have a few minutes? Because I get the feeling we're working on something much bigger than any of us know."

"What do you mean?"

"It started almost five years ago. With the Lorwardians," she told him.

Ron predictably groaned.

To Be continued…..