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Kim Possible: Marvels

By LJ58

7

"Any sign of her since she….left," Betty asked Wade as she and Shego stood in the same communications room with Wade.

The rest of the team had retired for the day, and her own people were going over the hard drives Ron brought in, but aside from Kim running off, it had been a highly successful mission.

"No," Wade admitted. "And as some of our primary radar nodes were damaged by missile fire, so I couldn't track her departure."

"When…."

"I estimate the last of the critical repairs being completed within two hours," Wade told them as Shego just leaned against a nearby bulkhead, looking sour.

"Have you tried contacting the Possibles? She might have gone home," Betty suggested.

"I, ah, already tried," Wade remarked. "While I was discreet, no one has heard from Kim since she left to join us last week."

"So where would she go if she's off pouting," Shego demanded.

Wade sighed.

"With all due respect, Shego, Kimberly is more likely to just challenge you, as pout. If she left, it was because she felt she….had something else important to do."

"You know her that well," she asked Wade curiously.

"I worked with Possible, Inc. for a number of years before Lipski….. Before Lipski," he amended without saying more. "She was often sneaking into my lab just to ask questions when she wasn't working out, or testing her own theories. My point is, Kim would never do anything to hurt anyone. So I know that whatever it was that had her ignoring you had to be important."

"Maybe. But next time, she damn sure better have a good explanation."

"You think she'll be back," Betty asked Wade pointedly.

"The Kimberly I know would never back down from anyone, or anything," Wade told them. "Like another overly sensitive woman I know," he smiled blandly at Shego.

"Watch it, Nerdlinger. Just because you helped design our old Team Go hideout back in the day doesn't mean…."

"I've got something coming up on our port side," Wade cut in as something chirped on his array of monitors. "Are you expecting any inbound flights?"

"We pulled back, and went high to keep ourselves covered during repairs," Betty told him. "No one should even have our current location."

"Someone does. They're coming right at us from below," Wade told her.

"I thought our radar was still down," Shego accused.

"It is," Wade admitted, and pointed at a scale that alarmed both women who knew what it meant. "But that is a reading from a radiation scanner, and it shows a strong signal coming up on our port side."

"Sentry, scramble," Shego shouted as she punched a nearby intercom. "We may have a secondary attack incoming!"

"Bridge," Betty was on another frequency. "Do you have any visual on whatever is approaching us…."

"Got it," Wade said, and they all froze.

"It's her," Shego scowled at the image now on their area monitors. "What….is she carrying," she frowned as the armored figure seemed to be passing them now, going straight up as if heading for space.

"Whatever it was, it's highly radioactive, and….."

"And," Betty demanded.

He looked back at them, and looked horrified.

"Scan trace indicates it likely came from the lake. From the wreckage that just went down," Wade told them. "Shego, if you had shot that ship down that close to the city, it could have set off a potential tactical nuke of unknown size from the levels of radiation I'm detecting."

"My God," Betty gasped. "Wade, get hazmat teams down there now to sweep, and contain that site. Whatever is left is going to at least be as dangerous as whatever Kimberly just carried….."

"I've got satellite coverage," Wade declared, and to the women's shock, they could see Kimberly flying past the satellites as she pushed the strange, and obviously radioactive device out into space.

"She can fly in space," Shego openly gaped.

"For limited time. She's rated up to an hour at suborbital the last time I helped her upgrade a few years back. Before….my issues. Who knows what she's done of late," Wade told her.

"Still," Shego gaped. "In space?"

They were still watching as Kim pulled back, and then shoved the device out ahead of her even as she retreated. Even as she turned, the metal gray device exploded with obvious fury, and the screen went blank.

"We lost the satellite," Wade swore, and began typing furiously.

"What about Kimberly," Betty demanded.

Wade looked up from his computers, and shook his head.

"I can't get anything just now, and all nearby satellites are out. But if that thing reacted like any other fission device, it likely shut down anything electronic within range of its blast."

"You mean, like Kimmie's metal suit," Shego asked grimly.

"I…..don't know," he admitted.

Shego frowned, and shook her head.

"I'd better go let the troops know what happened."

"Shego, there's still a good chance….."

"Nerdlinger, right now, they're still keyed up for another fight. I'd better go explain what just happened. Let us know if you need us down there," Shego told Betty.

"We also have to consider that someone pointed that Viper ship at us," Wade told them before Shego left.

"Hopefully, those recovered hard drives will tell us all we want to know about this group," Betty told him.

He nodded, but he kept his focus on his computers, still looking for Kim.

~KP~

Kim woke slowly, her body sore in unexpected places as the gentle rush of surf filled her ears.

She rolled over, flopping on her back, and realized she was on a beach of some kind. She dimly recalled splashing into the water, and then her depowered armor fading as she swam for shore after spotting that faint haze ahead of her. Her head was still spinning after riding out that concussive wave, and then being slammed back down into the atmosphere, though, so she was still unclear about a lot of the details. Obviously, she had made it someplace.

She didn't think it looked like the Great Lakes, though.

The sun was too warm, and the sky was too clear.

Groaning, she lifted a hand where a silver band glittered, and tapped an inset panel.

The band glowed a faint yellow, and she sighed as she let her arm drop.

"Great. At least six hours to repair and recharge. Better work on better electromagnetic shielding," she muttered, and stared at the sky.

Wonder where I'm at," she mused after a time of just laying there in relative calm as she let the day pass her as she soaked in the sun.

After a time, she finally sat up, and looked around.

An island of some kind, or so she guessed.

She looked around again, and focused on the foliage.

Definitely tropical.

It was obvious her armor had not failed until she landed, or she wouldn't be feeling half this good at the moment even with a water landing. Still, it looked like at least another five to six hours before it was going to be rebooted enough to even allow her to access flight systems.

That pretty much left her on her own.

She walked around the beach, casually exploring, and froze when she realized she had just come across a carefully, and cleverly camouflaged boat house. She walked around it, eyed it, but when she looked inside, she saw fuel, gear, and some tools, but no boat.

"Guess I can't be that lucky," she sighed, and started looking around again.

She found a faint path that led up into the jungle after that, and headed inland to see what she might find.

She was genuinely astonished to find a very nice villa built into the very side of a sheltering cliff, and it looked like it had quite a bit of security even at first glance.

Risking her still charging Centurion System, she brought up only a computer link, and studied the house before her.

Standard security, and a rather simple drop cage under the porch. She went to a window, easily opened it without issue, and then slid inside.

And whistled.

"Nice," she murmured, looking around the very tasteful décor that seemed to focus on greens and blacks.

Then she scowled as something occurred to her, and she frowned all the more.

"No," she murmured, and moved around the room, and came to a small photo on a coffee table.

She lifted the frame, and saw the matronly woman with a lot of familiar features. A woman with dark hair, and vibrant green eyes.

She frowned, but saw nothing else that might indicate her suspicions were accurate, and then grinned as she finally walked into the bedroom at the end of the hall, and found a room that was filled with priceless art, sculptures, and even small chests literally filled with gold, and jewels.

There, on one wall, though, was a large portrait of Team Go in their heyday. One with Hego's face all but blacked out by the darts thrown at it.

"Oh, yeah," she grinned. And burst into laughter.

She went to the kitchen, checked the icebox, and found it surprisingly full.

She pulled out the makings for a salad, took out the fruit juice she found, and set to making herself a simple cold meal she could manage while she passed the time.

She walked around the rather nice villa after eating, and cleaning up, and even found a radio room, and a hatch in a wall that suggested it led to someplace else. Likely inside the mountain itself. It would suit Shego's style. She grinned, and headed back to the simple, but obviously operational radio room, and considered sending a message.

Then she idly rubbed her jaw, which was still sore from an earlier sucker punch, and shrugged.

She'd show up soon enough. Once her systems were back online. Then she and Captain Shego were going to have a talk.

Walking back into the living room, she sank onto a soft couch, and sighed as she looked around.

Well, one thing was certain. She knew how Shego managed to disappear all those times she eluded the law now. She could guess half the things in this house were all stolen, too. If not more than half. Still, she wasn't sure if she should say anything just yet. For all she knew, this might have been part of her own earnings back when she was still a legitimate heiress. One later disowned, she knew, after that very public trial after she had finally been betrayed by one of her own partners, and caught by Interpol.

Kim scowled.

Was that why the woman reacted so strongly? Was she thinking Kim was trying to undermine her, or betray her somehow?

Kim grumbled anew at that thought, because now it made her sympathize with the woman. Which she didn't want to do.

Kim continued an inner debate as she sat there, relaxed enough that she finally dozed off, and never noticed when her silver bands chirped, and glowed green, declaring their complete restoration to operational status.

~KP~

"Report," Betty told Will Du as the man walked into her office much later that next day.

"First, there are still no reports of Possible. She has yet to be spotted since launching the nuclear device into space yesterday," he told her. "So much for the reports her armor might be capable of surviving," he added blandly.

"Will," she growled.

"I'm simply stating facts, ma'am. Secondly, the hard drives were a trap meant for anyone that would have found them, or survived to use them. Fortunately, Dr. Stein was clever enough to use a dummy system when he assessed them, and all the viral programs infected was a faux system not connected to our own computers. They could have potentially shut down every system on board, though, had they been linked to our own computers," he reported. "We would have dropped out of the sky without even knowing what happened in that case."

"So, the entire ship was a trap meant to snare us," Betty grimaced.

"Yes, ma'am," he nodded as controlled as ever. "That said, our salvage and cleanup efforts continue on the debris, but the majority of the danger is now neutralized thanks to our agents swift efforts in coordinating with the locals, and the CDC."

"Good," she nodded.

"Now for the interesting portion of this debrief," Will added when she seemed ready to dismiss him.

"There's more?"

"I let Shego interrogate our prisoner Sting brought in, guessing she might….encourage more cooperation since the man was obviously so easily intimidated. It seems that Viper had advanced warning of our entire endeavors, from our Sentry squad, to our flight patterns, and related technology. Viper is determined to bring GJ down from the start, but the man admitted to overhearing the primary plan by accident, hence his urgent surrender, since he knows his superiors are apparently the type to execute anyone that knows too much."

"That sounds disturbingly like…."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it," he nodded. "I think we may have already seen Gemini's first move, Dr. Director. But his overall plan had a singular aim beyond just trying to wipe GJ away with one blow. His primary aim was to unleash Behemoth again. Someone knew he was aboard, ma'am, and they were aiming all that chaos primarily at him solely to unleash him, with us as the ultimate scapegoat," Will theorized far too knowingly.

"That….is disturbing," she admitted.

"I have to ask, ma'am," he said carefully. "How certain are you that Shego is truly committed to our cause?"

Dr. Director eyed him, the files either of them had yet to open, and then shook her head.

"Shego's a lot of things, Will. I'd be the first to admit it. But when the woman gives her word, it's done. Ironically, I trust her more than just about anyone else out there. Still, someone sold us out. Someone betrayed us from the start. Find out who. I don't care what you have to do, find our traitor," she demanded.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll begin looking at once. Just for efficiency's sake, I'll start with Sentry," he told her pointedly.

"I'm hoping they are all clean, Agent Du, but we can't take any chances. Do what you have to do."

"Understood," he nodded, and left his files and reports on her desk as he turned to go.

~KP~

"You think she's really gone," Brick asked Ron as they sat around the table, waiting on their captain to start the day's training.

"I want to say no. I really do. I mean, look at the odds against her from the start? Only KP has always surprised us. Every time. I just…. I really hope this is another one of those times," Ron sighed.

"She's fine," Bonnie sniffed. "Trust me. I've had a little peak at some of her systems, and no way did a little explosion like that dust her," she actually complained.

"You sound disappointed," Brick frowned. "And how do you know about her systems?"

"Rockwaller Industries does a lot of work with and for the Possibles," she said. "I might have….looked around once not long after I got my powers. It's amazing what you can see from just a quarter-inch in height."

"Indeed," Android told her. "And would your clever reconnaissance have extended to my own work while I visited Possible, Inc.," he asked bluntly.

"No. Not that it matters. Some things I could understand easily enough. Still, some of the work was way over my head, and I admit it, Dr. Renton. If you're worried about secrets, don't. I couldn't tell anyone enough to matter. I just saw some of K's tests, and I know that little blast didn't vapor her."

"It was nuclear," Brick reminded her.

"You didn't see some of the stuff her own brothers used to test her. Trust me. She's fine. Just off pouting, if I know her."

"Which makes her AWOL," Shego drawled as she walked into the room just then. "Okay, people. Before we get back to the usual training schedule, Agent Du has a bit more paperwork for us to manage. He'll be calling you one at a time for a few overdue personal debriefs, and whatever. Try to be quick, and let's get back to the serious stuff as soon as possible."

"That said," Will said, standing behind her in the door. "Agent Flagg. You're up. Come with me."

Brick rose, and followed him without question.

"So, no word on KP yet?"

"No," she told Ron blandly. "We only just got all our radar and tracking systems back online, but even Wade is still trying to patch the holes in our satellite network. Until he does, we don't have a clue."

"Wait and see," Bonnie told her. "She'll show up, brush it all off, and expect to waltz back in like nothing happened."

Shego only walked over, took her seat, and then eyed them.

"Obviously, Red is going to be our wildcard on this team," she said somberly. "So, since you all seem to know her better than I do, we'll be talking about how to manage her when, or if she does show. Stoppable, you're first. Tell me all you know about your….friend."

Ron blushed, and sighed, and began to talk about the girl that had shown up out of nowhere in Middleton Elementary, and proceeded to try to do...everything. At once. And usually succeeded.

To Be Continued….