Sweet Dreams, Kimmie - Part Two

Usual disclaimers: Disney owns the Kimmiverse. Catrlgirl owns her stories. I own my stories.

Note specific to this chapter: Catrlgirl identifies Señor Senior in this series to be a cover identity for Enrique DeVargas, the leader of a Cuban cartel. I use that here.

Asterisks are used in place of quotation marks to denote text sent over a computer connection.


Chapter Four: Retaliation


Shego was in a fairly good mood. Not a great mood. Kimmie was still gone, and she still missed her. Kimmie had been more than a pet, though less than a companion. Shego had no real idea what Kimmie was to her, but she missed her. It kept her from being completely satisfied. Still, she knew she would get the redhead back.

Other than that, all was well with her world. She leaned back in her chair and brought up the channel for her morning talk with Emory. It was only after the black woman appeared on the screen that her day went to Hell.

Shego could see immediately that her partner was worried. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bonnie sit up and take notice, as well. "What's the problem?"

"None of yesterday's shipments arrived. None of them."

"Shit. What the fuck happened?"

Emory swallowed. "Kim Possible happened. She sent word to all of the people in our network that if they continue to do business with us, they will disappear. The word came this morning, Greenwich time. I've sent some enquiries to some organizations in other European and African countries. Several of them got the same warning. Do business with Shego and disappear."

The pale woman flushed with anger. "And they believed her? I'll have to remind them who's more to be feared. That cheerleader doesn't have it in her to be dangerous."

Emory was less sanguine. "That cheerleader clobbered you and walked out of your headquarters. You had to scramble to move, she cost you time and money, and you haven't brought her back. It's been a couple of months. She's told Global Justice all she knows, and they've caused us no end of trouble, including arresting four of our business partners using information she provided.

"You used to be the woman who broke Kim Possible. Now you're the woman who couldn't hold her. I don't think anybody is going to be comfortable until you either get her back, or kill her."

"Fuck that. I have things to do, and I'm not walking into a trap trying to get that little bitch back. She can wait until I'm ready for her. Then, she'll be doing penance. Hard penance, and for a long damn time."

Shego cut the connection. Was Emory one of those who doubted her now? She wasn't sure, but she didn't think the other woman would have spoken to her like that a few days before. She swore and turned to Bonnie.

"Get your father-in-law on the line. We have a couple of lessons to teach, and we're going to need some weight."

It took a few minutes to get the dapper villain on the line, as it was still before breakfast on Senior Island. In keeping with his facade of gentility, he opened with a hearty greeting. "Bonita! It is good to see you. I suppose you wish to speak with your husband?"

"No, Dad. This is business." Bonnie had in fact not thought of Junior in weeks, and was perfectly happy never to do so again.

Shego took position in the center of the camera. Facing Señor Senior on the screen, she told him, "I assume you got the same warning from Possible as everyone else?"

The gently amused demeanor changed abruptly as the older man shifted persona. His visage changed, cruelty visible in his eyes as he shed his assumed identity and became Enrique DeVargas, ruthless leader of a criminal cartel.

"I did indeed."

"What did you think?"

A grim smile creased the tanned face. "I think that I dislike being threatened."

Shego smiled as well. "I need some men. Good, hard men. Two crews of six should do it. They'll need to work without my presence, so each crew needs a solid leader."

"You shall have them. Two days, no more." After a few more sentences, the connection was broken.

Shego turned to Bonnie, eyes glinting in anger. "When the men arrive, we'll brief them. Within a week, we'll have reminded those bastards at the mines who they work for."

~o~o~o~

Thousands of miles away, Wade Load pressed a button.

"Dr. Director? It worked. Not only did Shego call DeVargas, but I got enough of a trace on it to get a good idea of the channels she used. I can't trace it to her location, but I'll be able to identify any other calls she makes."

~o~o~o~

The two crews sent by DeVargas arrived late the next day. Shego tested them the day after they arrived, more to let them show off than anything else; she knew DeVargas would send only his best. The day after that, she brought the leaders of each crew to the training center to give them their assignments. She was discussing tactics with them when Bonnie burst into the room.

"Shego." Her eyes were wide and she was visibly shaking. "I just got a call from Junior."

"And? Is he trying to control the world's supply of le Goop again?"

Bonnie swallowed. "He says that his father has been arrested. And he and everybody else has to leave the island. It doesn't belong to them. The French navy is sitting offshore with big boats with guns, he says."

"Fuck. Fuck and fuck again. What else did he say?"

"All he keeps saying is that the navy came and arrested his father and told them they have to leave."

"All right. Shit. Stay calm. Let me find out what's going on and we'll deal with this." They'd have to deal with it, she thought. This had to be Possible following through on her threat against doing business with Shego and her partners. Rage built in her. That fucking cunt!

Bonnie was staring at her, eyes wide, looking for direction. The two men from DeVargas were looking at her as well, but their eyes were questioning. She knew that they were wondering how she would handle this development, and were judging her fitness to lead. Their doubt was in their eyes, and it fueled her anger all the more.

"You two. Back to your squads. As soon as I've looked into this nonsense, we'll get back together and choose specific targets. You," this to Bonnie, "let's find out what's going on."

Once in the control room, Shego found her communications alert blinking. It was a text message only, without video, so she knew it must be from Spider. Her hacker was too paranoid about security to allow anyone to see her, or to let her picture get out on the networks.

*I've uploaded a video to the secure site. You need to watch it. Now.*

Shego sat at the keyboard, looking at the words on the large screen in front of her. She tried to open an audio channel to Spider, but only the text channel with complete encryption was available. Fuck, she must be more worried than usual this morning. Shego typed out a reply.

*I'm busy. What is it?*

A response came in only a few seconds. The computer genius must have been waiting. *Watch the video. Alone.*

Spider's anxiety came across in the few words she used, and the lack of her usual flirting. Shego scowled and swore. Bonnie was the only other person in the room, and she might as well stay. The villainess brought up the ultra-secure website that Spider used to send her files, and clicked on the video.

The picture was split-screen. On the left was the feed from a body camera, mostly showing the back and arm of a uniformed man. The other was a surveillance video, zoomed from a good quality camera. Explanatory text from Spider appeared.

"I got this from an Interpol computer in France. Left is an agent bodycam. Audio is from there. Right is observation camera from French navy cutter. Taken this morning at Senior Island." The text disappeared after a few seconds, and the audio cut in.

The situation was confusing at first, but Shego quickly sorted it out. In the observation footage, a naval lieutenant, a police inspector, and several policemen were walking along a pier, towards the shore. The bodycam was bobbing as the policeman wearing it walked. Señor Senior appeared, dapper and serene, coming into the frame. He strode quickly to meet the officers.

"Greetings, gentlemen. Welcome to Senior Island. What can I do for you?"

The naval officer spoke. "Good morning, M'sieur. Might I ask your name, please?"

"But of course. I am Señor Senior, Senior. This is my island." He wore an air of affability. "Again, Sir, what may I do for you?"

"No, M'sieur. This island belongs to the Fédération du Scoutisme Français. I believe that you are trespassing. I will need to see your passport, please."

What the fuck? The French Girl Scouts? Shego looked at her junior partner. Bonnie looked bewildered and shrugged.

Things got worse from there. With a warship parked offshore, Senior had no choice but to go along with the requests of the officer and the inspector. He could easily have a small squad of policemen killed, but even for him, going up against the entire navy of a major power was a non-starter. As if to emphasize the point, a warplane crossed the sky a few kilometers away.

Senior escorted the group to his home. They waited in the front sitting room while an assistant fetched Senior's passport from his office. The document was presented to the inspector with a flourish. "I believe you will find everything in order." He turned to the assistant. "Vladimir, would you be so kind as to get my phone from the office, as well? My lawyer in Paris will be able to fix this confusion as to ownership of the island."

The inspector handed the passport to a junior officer, who quickly scanned it with a handheld device, then flipped through the pages. He played the scanner over another page, tapped a couple of keys, and waited. As this went on, Senior began pressing buttons on his phone. His expression became annoyed, and he tried again.

"Junior!" he called. "Bring your phone, please. Mine does not seem to be working."

The younger officer nudged his superior, who looked over the screen on the passport scanner. He turned to Senior. "Sir, you will have to come with us. The Spanish authorities report that this document is false. Also, there is no record that this residency permit was ever issued."

"I assure you, gentlemen, that this-" Senior was interrupted by his son. The bodycam image swung towards the newcomer. "Father? There is no problem with the phone service." He looked up, startled. "Who are these men? They wear very nice costumes."

"Come with us, please."

Senior tried again. "I'm afraid I cannot. There is a misunderstanding. By the time you go to a justice for a warrant, it will be cleared up."

The inspector was unimpressed. "I do not need a warrant, M'sieur. You are on French territory with a false passport and false residency permit. You will come with us. Quickly and calmly, please. We would not like any collateral damage."

The field of view widened as the wearer of the bodycam stepped back. Shego really noticed the other policemen for the first time. Despite the relatively low definition of the image, she could see that these were not average patrolmen. They stood ready, and there was no apprehension in their looks. She noted the stances, the balance, the instinctive way they positioned themselves. These were commandos, and they were ready for a fight. By now, there would be more outside the house. She could have taken them. Kim at her prime could have taken them. For anyone else, even the troops Senior was sure to have on the island, they would be a match.

Senior apparently came to the same conclusion. There was also the bodycam, probably transmitting even as it recorded. Should he fight back, the images would go world-wide. The carefully crafted persona of Señor Senior, Senior, would be destroyed. He nodded, still projecting injured innocence. "As you say, Officer. Junior, call M'sieur Chacal in Paris. Let him know what has happened."

The party turned to leave. Two commandos went out, followed several seconds later by two more leading the main party. These guys were serious, following all the protocols for a hostile environment. Senior wasn't cuffed, but a policeman walked with him, keeping him more than arms length behind the pair in front, and they were followed at just the right distance by two with non-lethal weapons in hand. Shego knew they were aware of Senior's capabilities, and were taking no chances.

As the group walked up the pier to the French cutter, the man wearing the bodycam fell behind. The scene widened to include the two people standing on the bow of the vessel. Shego froze the image.

On the left, wearing a civilian suit, was Will Du. Next to him, her hair cropped short and clad in an off-white, form-fitting jacket and tights, was Kimmie.

~o~o~o~

"I've got her!" Wade typed out a connection request to Dr. Director's office computer. When she acknowledged, he said again, "I've got her."

"Who?"

"Spider. I can trace her back. I got her from the upload site she used."

"Upload site? Mr. Load, I don't understand. I don't know about an upload site."

"I was watching the channels that I suspect Shego uses. There was a burst of activity that was obviously a video download. I traced the source and found a secure storage site. Then-"

The director interrupted. "Mr. Load. Will I even understand if you go into detail?"

"Uhm, no. Probably not."

"Then please, put it in your report. You got her is all I need to know right now. Tell Du where she is, write a report, and take a very well-earned break. And thank you."

~o~o~o~

Bonnie's phone rang. Junior's panicky voice issued forth.

"Father's lawyer says there no records of him in their computers. And he did a search on Goggles, and Bong, and Yee-hah. And there is nothing. Father does not exist." The boyish voice was close to tears. "What will we do?"

"Oh fuck, Junior. Just sit tight. I'll get back to you."

"Bonnie-" The sound was cut off abruptly as she disconnected.

"Dammit. Fuck. Shit." Shego continued swearing as she re-established the link with her hacker. This time, she got a voice link to her. "Spider! What the fuck is going on?"

*Possible said that people would disappear. Senior has disappeared. There's no mention of him online. His name has been scrubbed from databases. His bank accounts are gone. Just gone. Newspaper articles have either been deleted, or his name replaced with Enrique DeVargas. His phone doesn't work because the account was deleted from the phone company.*

"Can you fix it?"

*Maybe. Sort of. It's easier to remove than replace. I don't even know what all was there. I can put some things back. But it would take so much that I'd be traced. I'm not going to try.*

"What about paper records? Those still exist."

Bonnie shook her head. "You called Father-in-law two days ago. You can bet they've been working since then. Fucking ninjas probably broke in and swapped the deed for his island, and some other stuff. And he never had a birth certificate under 'Senior', anyway."

*The Spanish passport computer doesn't have anything for him.*

"Fuck! That's Will Du. Has to be. He knows people everywhere. He probably got them to destroy any paper records, too." Shego was pacing. "Fuck!"

*Wade Load did this. He won't have missed anything online. And he probably put worms in the systems to erase backups, and delete any reposts. He's too good not to. And if Du got the paper records destroyed, then Senior's gone. Just gone.*

"Kill her." Shego's head jerked around at Bonnie's hissed command.

"Kill her, Shego. No more fucking around. You have to kill her. After this, you have to." The brunette's voice was vicious. "Nobody will do business with us until you do. As long as she's out there, you're the woman she beat."

Shego stood silent, the truth of Bonnie's words sinking in. "Well, fuck. Then I have to go get her, I guess."

*She is back in Nevada. They don't know that we know where she is.*

"She probably just came out to let people know she's active. To make sure they know she'll come after them if they talk to us. Go kill her. Kill her now."

"Oh, I'll go, Bonnie. But I'll wait a week, so they won't expect it. Spider, poke around like you're looking for her. If we don't, they'll know we already found her. Let's act just like we would if we didn't know where she is. Be extremely careful. They'll be waiting for you."

*No shit, Sherlock. I'm always careful.*

Shego ignored the gibe. She turned to Bonnie, her eyes hot. "I'll go Monday, just before the ninjas come. Her guard will be down." She paused. "But I'm not going to kill her. I'll bring her back here. And then, she'll wish she were dead."