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Kim Possible: Darker Destiny
By LJ58
4
"We just got a report from the palace," Dash came in to report as Ron and Yori were sparring just outside the main cavern, and more than a few people were watching.
"What now," Ron asked, pausing to wipe sweat from his brow as he overheard the man.
"The Possible girl? The one you said Shego is mentoring? It's being said she took out the Chancellor," the former hero told them.
Vivian stared at him.
"DeMenz? She actually assassinated…?"
"No one knows. But word is she just got back from Europe, and the man is missing. Just….gone," Dash told them.
"Well, then," Ben Flagg growled, leaning against the rocky wall built to help defend their colony by emulating the rocky hills around them, rather than looking like a real structure. "That shows what kind of woman she is, doesn't it? If she is helping Shego…..?"
"Who knew that skinny girl would turn out to be so…..formidable," Ron murmured. "If she's going to become a genuine threat, though, we might have to move on her."
"Bad idea," Vivian told him as the monkey ninja stood scowling at the world.
"What? Don't tell me, you still think happy thoughts are going to…"
"Ronald, listen," she snapped. "And think. If she's running with Shego, then any attempt to reach her means you have to confront the comet-powered assassin that calls herself an Enforcer. The Enforcer. Can even your powers stop her? And Drakken's machines? All at once?"
"I…don't know," Ron admitted.
"There are many variables here," Felix murmured. "Drakken and DeMenz have had a stalemate for over three years now. What happens now?"
"Not to mention, we still aren't sure just what Possible may be up to out there."
"Possible? It's obvious," Ron huffed at Vivian. "She's Shego's toy," he spat.
"Is she," Vivian asked.
"What aren't you saying," Dash asked, "Because I'm confused, too."
Ben's face twisted with a wry smirk as he admitted that.
"Big man actually doesn't have the playbook for once. I'm stunned, Mr. Impossible."
Dash sighed.
"A smart man knows his limits. And learns to work around them. I'm saying we better figure out what we do, or don't know here. So, give, Doc," he told her. "What are you thinking?"
"Speculating, my friend," the younger woman admitted. "But, think about. Kim has lived a quiet, almost unassuming life all this time. Never made waves. Never stood out. Never did…..anything."
"True," Ben admitted. "I think I saw her in school once, before I got the invite from the blue dude to leave. Always seemed kind of shy, and backward."
"Exactly. Only now she's suddenly facing Shego on equal terms, and taking out world leaders? We're missing something. Maybe….. Maybe she's got her own plan, Ronald," Vivian told him. "Maybe….. I wonder if we aren't just seeing the open gambit of a greater move."
"How does taking out the Chancellor help us," Ron complained. "Or anyone?"
"Well, she did just prove she had skills that are valuable to two of the sickest tyrants on the planet. That gets her inside, and close to the throne," Ben remarked cannily.
Which surprised more than a few of them. He wasn't someone noted for deep thinking.
He smirked at all those that looked his way.
"What? It's a classic move. Like that time Butch switched jerseys on the sidelines, and snuck into the other team's locker room at halftime to get their playbook," he grinned.
Ron frowned.
"So, how do we figure out if she's really helping, and who?"
Vivian eyed Ronald, knowing how impatient the young ninja could be.
"We wait, Ronald. Sometimes, you can't do anything but wait," the blonde told him.
Ron grumbled at that.
"I'm going for a walk."
"Better not. Franky spotted more drones," Dash added. "Someone is stepping up patrols out there for some reason. I wonder if it didn't have something to do with whatever Drakken tested in Middleton."
"The machine," Ron frowned. "Whatever it was….? Do you think it somehow…influenced Possible? Changed her somehow? Maybe that was why Shego came for her."
"That is a very good theory. We still don't know what he triggered up there since it was over before you reached it."
"We know it took out half a mountain," Yori murmured. "We don't know if Kim Possible was near it, though."
"Bonnie would know," Ron murmured thoughtfully.
"We cannot risk….."
"I agree, not me. Hobble obviously got a good look at us. And soft touch, or not, you're right," he nodded at Vivian Porter. "We'd better not risk being seen again too soon."
"You really think Bonnie might know more," Dash asked.
"It's very possible. No pun intended," Ron remarked. "She is, or was, very popular in school. I wager, once she starts at the club, she'll prove just as popular. And she's always had the uncanny ability to hear, and decipher all the area gossip. That's why I use her. She's always been a good source of local information."
Vivian frowned.
"It's been a few weeks. Maybe….we can risk contact. But not you," she flatly told Ron.
"I was thinking Ben. Our buddy Brick is just the sort that would come in to a club like Brotherson's, and look for a little time with a hot girl while he's resting."
"Well, I wouldn't mind a real beer again," Ben smirked.
"No drinking," Vivian spat. "You make one mistake, and you could expose us all. We don't want the emperor finding out all those he thought he sent to die are banding together, and surviving right under his nose. He might dismiss a few stragglers. But a stronghold? He'd come for us without delay."
"Agreed. But I have a ploy," Dash told him. "Remember that old truck we spotted down on the highway outside St. Louis? If we could get a good transport pass, we could make Benjy here look like one of Drak's drones, and no one would bat an eye if he decided to lay over for a night on the town on his way…..elsewhere."
"I suppose that could work. We definitely need to flesh out the plan, and fine-tune the details."
"Please, do," Ben told them, the burly blonde grinning as he flexed one thick arm. "I may not be heavy on the brainpower you guys have, but I'd rather not risk this bod doing anything stupid."
"Like scavenging the Wastelands dragging a string of wagons behind you," Ron smirked, recalling how they first met.
"Aren't you ever going to forget that one," the bigger man groaned as everyone smirked.
"You should have oiled the wheels. You're lucky we found you first," Ron reminded him.
"And that's why I leave the thinking to you guys," Ben shrugged. "Just tell me when, where, and how, and I'm your man," he grinned. "Now, if you're not going to continue the entertainment, I guess I better go relieve Doug on the west wall. Later, guys."
"You really think we can pass him off as a transport drone," Vivian asked Dash.
"Let's face it, his very lack of depth makes the perfect cover. His innocuous appearance only seals that cover. Since his family was killed in the first attacks, no one there will really even remember him….."
"Unless they were football fans," Ron pointed out.
"How long ago did he play," Dash pointed out.
"Two years."
"Close, but I don't think the PTA will be meeting at Brotherson's," he added.
"Very good point. All right, we go with it. Ron, you're his backup, but you will be completely incognito. Do not show yourself for any reason. At all. The first sign of trouble, and you all bail. Understood?"
Ron only nodded.
"Good. Let's plan this, then. Dash, what will you need to get that truck presentable?"
"We can fake cargo. So, all we really need is the forged transport passes, and maybe a few invoices to make it look good in case of a closer inspection. We might need a mechanic to help us fix up the vehicle if it's very bad, but at the time, I thought it looked pretty good. Just abandoned for whatever reason."
Understood. You and Felix leave at dusk. Get the vehicle, and get it operational. I'll work on the paperwork, and how to make our boy look legit."
Ron glanced at Yori, and nodded.
"We'll be around. If you need us," Ron said, and left the primary 'cave/house' that served as the colony's focal gathering point.
"You better rest while you can, too," Vivian told him. "We don't know what kind of timetable we have, or what you might be facing."
"Hopefully, none," Dash said as he glanced around as the others that had been watching Ron spar also went back to whatever else they did. "The idea is to avoid trouble, and if this works out, you should be able to stick to the shadows, as usual, and not have to move."
"We can hope," Vivian commented as Ron left without a word.
They all knew it was very hard for any plan to survive intact in this world. Especially when dealing with a madman who was as liable to change the rules on a whim, as not.
KP
Bonnie tried very hard not to stare as the big man slid a bill into her thong, and winked.
Because she knew him.
She had once mooned over him.
Brick Flagg himself. Hometown hero, and the best quarterback in the region until Drakken finally outlawed sports, and especially cheerleading. He was supposedly recruited to Drakken's armies, but had chose to run in the end.
No one had seen him since.
Until now.
Driving a transport, apparently, judging by the nondescript uniform with the emperor's patch on the sleeve.
She swallowed hard, and wondered at his wink.
"Wanna…..talk," he asked, wagging his brows suggestively as she leaned over from the stage where she danced when he crooked a finger her way to summon her over.
He had completely ignored the admittedly prettier girls in the club when he had walked in, glanced around, and then came directly to her stage. He ordered a beer, sat down, and just watched her dance. Until he made his move.
"I'm free in two minutes," she said, her plastic smile firmly in place.
"I can't wait," he grinned, and winked again.
She knew what he likely wanted, and she hated it. She hated this job, but she hated this part of it most of all. All those years of ballet, and classical dance, and she was stripping on a stage for people that wouldn't know a pointe from a pirouette.
She focused on finishing the lewd dance for the leering crowd around them, and all she could be thankful for was that it was a weeknight, and not that many men were crowded into the usually raucous club.
Nine minutes later, she was leading Brick into a private room. One with mirrors, and a single, narrow bed. The nightstand had a single lamp, and a single drawer.
"You have to pay first," she said, pointing to the electronic reader for data cards.
"Oh, right. No prob," he smiled, and pulled out a very worn wallet with a monogram on it.
She eyed the 'TJS' on one corner of the faded leather, and frowned.
"So, what's your name," she asked as if not knowing.
"Uh, call me Tom," he said far too carelessly, and smiled as he pulled out a card, and swiped it, supposedly transferring credits for the room. A technicality that less than coincidentally paid for an hour of her time. The new law's way of ignoring the fact it was encouraging prostitution to help pay for the emperor's many demands.
"Tom?"
"Yeah, and….."
He paused, pulled out what looked like an old cell phone, and opened it up. Pressing a series of buttons, he didn't talk, but set it down near the monitoring device, and smiled as it started to chirp softly.
"Okay, we can talk. Ron sent me," he told her.
"And you're not really Tom," Bonnie asked quietly.
"Uh, no," he admitted with a careful glance at the apparent cell phone on the table. "Look, I need to ask you some questions. Please?"
"On the bed. Trust me, you may think you're being clever, but the boss monitors everything. Even bed pressure. If we're not on it, he wants to know why. And how often we did…..whatever, while not on the bed. His way of ensuring you didn't get away with a freebie," she said quietly.
"Damn. I thought all you did was dance. Are you saying…..?"
"What did you think you were here for," she asked. "Other than asking questions for…..someone," she said blandly, dropping to bounce hard on the bed.
Brick walked over, dropped beside her, and stared.
"That just sounds…..wrong," he said. "I figured a lap dance, or something. Not…..that," he admitted. "Besides, I really am here just for answers. I don't want to…exploit you."
"Then you're the first," she told him bluntly, surprised despite herself, because that was not his reputation while he had still been in school.
A girl every week had been his apparent credo, and more than a few people envied him his harem.
"Let's just get this over with," Bonnie sighed, and lay back, wearing only her thong, and a very snug halter top she had pulled on after her set.
"Uh… Can't we just talk," he babbled.
"The clock is running, Brick," she called him now.
The man jumped up, and backed away, looking around suspiciously.
"How did you know…..?"
"I was a Freshman when you were a junior," she told him. "I used to watch you play before the games were banned."
"Oh. Did I…..know you?"
"Freshman," Bonnie smiled from the bed. "And I couldn't get on the squad at the time. Then, later…."
"There was no squad," the blonde nodded. "So, you're not a spy?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that," she asked quietly. "I keep telling Stoppable….."
"Did you know Possible? Kim Possible," Brick cut her off, conscious of the time as she gestured him back to the bed.
"Yeah. We…..hung for a while. Not tight. But we knew each other," Bonnie admitted.
"Did you know she took out the Chancellor a few days ago," Brick asked, laying on the bed when she patted the place next to her, the pair of them eye-to-eye on the very narrow bunk.
"She…..what," Bonnie gasped.
"You hadn't heard?"
"No. I'm still reeling over finding out she attacked Shego, and lived!"
"Surprised a lot of people," Brick admitted. "Look, we…. That is, Ron and I, we were wondering if Possible were around that…..uh, landslide that took out half of Mount Middleton?"
"Are you kidding. I heard she was buried under it, but still got out. I didn't hear how, but she supposedly hung around to help Chief Hobble treat some of the wounded, too. I didn't even know she knew anything about medicine," she frowned.
"You ever see her fight," Brick asked.
"No. No, I didn't think she knew how to even make a fist. She let everyone pick on her," Bonnie told him. "Look, Brick," she told him. "I'm not stupid. You're living underground somehow, aren't you? And you're not alone. Are you?"
"Look….."
"It's okay. It's okay. I'm not looking for information to betray you. I told Ron before I don't see how I can help anyone. I don't really know anything. I have no real skills. Nothing that would be valuable around here. And….. I'll admit it, I'm a coward. I almost wet myself when that green freak stared at me, asking Kim what she wanted her to do to me," she said, whimpering slightly at the memory that still haunted her.
"Yet, she…. Kim. She stood up for you?"
"Well, we were lovers once."
"Oh. Well, that's cool."
Bonnie rolled over, and kissed him.
"Boss is going to think something is up if you walk out looking like you spent the hour watching Lord Drakken's speeches," she told him, and then kissed him again.
"Well, wouldn't want to…..upset anyone," he said. "Just…. Do you have contraceptives. I don't want to take any chances."
"I'm clean," Bonnie told him indignantly.
"No, no. It's not that. It's….. I don't want to give you a kid. God, that would be horrible for both of us. And the kid," he exclaimed. "I'd never want a kid growing up in this world."
"Oh. Well, I'm on the pill. It's mandatory."
"Good. Good. I mean, you know, that you can't get pregnant."
"Actually," she said, and kissed him again, "It was sweet of you to ask. But you're starting to act like you're a…"
Brick actually blushed.
"No," Bonnie rasped. "But you always had so many dates!"
"Dates. I didn't….go all the way. Mom would have killed me for disrespecting a lady."
"Well, you're safe," she said quietly.
"Look, just because my folks are dead…."
"No. No, I mean….I'm no lady," Bonnie said quietly, back to looking miserable as she straddled him.
"Yes, you are," he told her, and pulled her down to kiss her lightly now. "Never think otherwise."
Bonnie smiled as she took over, and found it surprising that Brick Flagg, her longtime fantasy, was both virgin, and in her bed, and letting her guide him now.
She was smiling long after he left her, leading her out of her room with an arm around her, and loudly declaring, "Gotta run up to the capital, and then I may be back by to see you, gorgeous," he declared loudly, sliding another bill into her cleavage, and winking.
Bonnie couldn't help but smile again when he paused at the door, and waved her way.
And then he was gone.
To Be Continued….