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KimPossible: X-Factor

By LJ58

Part 8:

"Do you trust this guy," Shego asked as they flew the Roth in the Blackbird's wake.

"Not for a second," Kim told her, a pair of Kim and Shego replicants in the back seat. "Which is why we're going to pull our own game-changer here."

"That, I figured. What's the plan," Shego asked her as they peeled off as they neared the island that wasn't far ahead now.

"When we come in low over the ocean before we land, we bail out, and go for the submerged vent Beast's scans found."

"So that's why you volunteered to deliver this pair. You already planned on letting the syntho-drones play our role when we land in full view, and really mess with the empty heads down there after the other drones show up to make a mess of their preparedness," she nodded. "Okay, but what then?"

"I don't know why, but the professor doesn't want us down there. I'd like to know why."

"You don't trust him to get Wade out?"

"Maybe."

"What's up, Kimberly," she called her unexpectedly now as they got closer to the anticipated drop zone.

"Have you heard of Magneto?"

"Are you kidding? He tried to recruit me and the boys not long after we started Team Go. Or rather, when Hego started Team Go."

"Hmmmmm."

"So, what did that smooth-talker want with you?"

"To warn me."

"About what," she asked curiously.

"That Charles Xavier originally helped build the Pit for GJ."

"Wait. Say what?"

"Yes. And he apparently even helped send some of the mutants to Betty that are now being held down there. Apparently, he had a working arrangement with certain government agencies until recently when the anti-mutant furor started getting stronger than usual."

"And some of his own got grabbed up," Shego nodded knowingly.

"Exactly."

"Damn, Princess. Even I can see how many shades of wrong this one is just now. Looks like Bets burned him, too, though. So…..?"

"Right. Enemy of my enemy, and all that. He's still playing things too close to his vest for me, though. He wants us to trust him, but he won't give us all the answers. I don't like people that play dictator with my life hanging in the balance. For all I know, he's arranged to turn us over in exchange for his own people."

"You really think so?"

"I don't know. But I'm not taking that chance."

"Well, he did save us in that alley," Shego pointed out.

"Maybe he only thought of something like that later. Or he needed to make sure we got away so he could pull off the switch without Betty having the upper hand. Maybe he didn't even think of anything like that, but just doesn't trust us enough to tell us everything. I only know I've been straight with him from the start, and he hasn't been with us."

"You sure he isn't monitoring us now," Shego frowned.

"Right now, he's going to be busy deploying those other drones, and getting ready for their own part of the plan. That, and I've gotten strong enough to repel casual probes now. He can't get in unless he pushes. Which would alert me."

"And me?"

"I'm guessing you're getting good enough to do the same. Or at least aware enough to be able to warn me."

"I sure hope so. I'd still like to have evened the score with that white bimbo, though," she scowled. "Wonder where she went."

"Let's let that go for now. Listen to my plan," she grinned, and fine-tuned the programming on the drones in the back seat via Annie's microburst transmitter. "Ready to bail," she asked, handing her a small rebreather.

"Don't worry. It's Wade's design. Guaranteed to twenty fathoms."

Shego took the device as they got ready to jump, the doors opening simultaneously, and shrugged. "Princess, we're about to jump into the ocean to invade a high security deathtrap," she declared. "This little doohickey is the least of my worries," she declared before shoving the device into her mouth, and leaping out into the water just a few feet below the car.

"Annie, remember the plan," Kim reminded the AI just before she leapt, too. "Drop off the replicants, then fall back and stay cloaked until I call you back in."

The Roth kept flying, and she knew the replicants would be climbing into the front seats even as the doors closed, and the car approached the island.

Even as she hit the water, a few seconds after Shego, she heard the first sounds of gunshots, and explosions before the water muted the sounds. Even as the sky darkened, and lightning began to blaze across the sky before a fog began to roll in to cover the area.

Storm was right on cue.

She dove deep, using her Kimmunicator to track Shego, and find the underwater vents they wanted.

Shego was already heading to another shielded exhaust port. Even as she planted the timed explosive, Kim was doing the same at her port. In Hank's plans, the replicants were to do this job, feing an entry, and then lead anyone that appeared away into the ocean.

Kim had other ideas.

Even as she counted the seconds, she rendezvoused with Shego, and swam deeper to the pressure vent where submersibles entered the facility from underwater. They swam through the channel, came up in a huge tank, and noted only two small submersibles present just then.

She used her Kimmunicator's IFR scan to find and locate any sentries as they stayed just under the water, and noted three guards. All lounging near the main controls. They obviously didn't expect any trouble from this direction.

She tapped her Kimmunicator, and held up two fingers, then pointed to herself. She then held up one finger, and pointed at Shego.

Shego gave a potent scowl, held up three fingers, and pointed at herself.

Kim shook her head. Or started to do so. By the time she did, Shego was already climbing out of the tank, and heading directly for the men yet to notice her.

She couldn't call out, because Shego was all but on top of the men, and they still hadn't noticed her.

By the time the first head turned, she was cracking two of the men's heads together, and smirking at the last. Before he could even leap up from his chair, or set off an alarm, she was slamming his head into his own control panel, and letting him slide bonelessly to the floor.

"I forgot how good you used to be," Kim grinned, standing back to watch her tie the men up with their own belts and boot-strings she had deftly removed.

"Used to be," Shego scoffed. "Recall, you still owe me that rematch, Kimmie," Shego grinned.

"Business before pleasure," she told her, tapping into the computer, and finding the files they needed. "There," she pointed. "We're still four floors above the detention level. If we're all on schedule, the drones are drawing attention to themselves all over the island, and the Professor's group has the guards rushing to defend the access. We should be able to slip down here," she pointed on the computer's displa of the compound's schematics she booted up, and start getting people out before they even realize we're here."

"Sounds like a plan," Shego agreed. "But won't we trip some kind of alarm the moment we try to use the lift?"

"Not if we just pry open the doors, and descend without the car."

"And if it comes down on our heads?"

"I'm hoping we're are fast enough to get down, get inside, and be out of the way before anyone tries coming down."

"Gotta love your optimism, Princess. No wonder the Doc always thought you were naïve."

"And you?"

"Oh, I knew you were. I just also knew you were better than anyone guessed. And now we all know why. Let's go. These bozos aren't going anywhere."

They left the unconscious men tied and helpless to head down the corridor after Kim used her own hacking skills to shut down all active security feeds by looping them on whatever they had already monitored. For the next thirty minutes, the security people watching their monitors were only going to see nothing but the same empty footage. Hopefully, it would be enough time.

"Hydraulics. How do we…..?"

Kim eyed the digital panel that controlled the lift doors backed by hydraulic arms, set her Kimmunicator next to it, and slid a small lever on one side. A brief squeal of nearly inaudible sound, and the control panel sparked, and the doors slid open.

"Ultra-high modulator. It overrides all digital tech with a sonic….."

"It works. That's good enough for me," Shego grunted, and leapt out to grab the cables dangling before them. "Let's move it."

Kim fired a dart into the far wall of the shaft, then leapt down, her wrist grapple lowering her down almost as fast as Shego let herself slide, her hands protected by her thick gloves.

They landed on the bottom of the shaft, and Kim again triggered a sonic pulse that opened the doors. Where two squads of armed agents turned and stood gaping at them as the steel panels opened without warning.

"Right. Let's get to work," Shego grinned, her hands flaring with green fire as Kim activated her own battle suit only then, and smiled as she jumped into the fray only a half step behind her companion.

X

"Professor," Jean asked as he mentally shielded their group as Jean, Logan, and Scott followed him to the lift.

Storm, Beast, and Angel were staying topside to help with the diversion, or guard their escape route back to the cloaked Blackbird as necessary. From the sounds of the fighting all around them after they landed, it sounded as if the diversion was going quite well.

However, even as Logan used a key guard 'borrowed' from a now unconscious agent to open the lift, Charles had paused, frowning as he looked back the way they had come.

"What's wrong, Professor," Scott asked him, knowing the man's expressions well enough.

"It seems our new friends deviated from their part of the plan. I don't detect them anywhere on the island."

"Maybe they're just blocking their minds again," Jean suggested. "In case of enemy monitoring."

"No. I'm not detecting them on the island, because they're already under it," he told them as they all entered the high-speed lift.

"Red outmaneuvered you, Chuck," Logan asked in genuine bemusement. "I'm really starting to like that gal."

"You won't if they let the wrong people out," Charles told him. "Remember, they still don't exactly know that there are some people held here because they deserve incarceration."

"She would if you had told her everything, professor," Cyclops told him quietly as the car began to move the moment the doors closed.

"She wasn't ready. She still isn't," Charles told him.

"Where is she now," Jean asked, trying to scan herself, but unable to find the two women.

"I'm not certain. I lost them just after they fought their way into the detention level. Something is….clouding my mental probe."

"It's a trap, then," Wolverine growled. "They must have had something ready they felt good enough to stop even you."

"That, I fear, is a very real possibility," Charles said quietly as the doors opened, and they stared out at heaps of unconscious men laying in the hall as far as the eye could see. Everywhere, broken, or even melted weapons lay discarded, and Wolverine had to smirk.

"Tougher than I thought. These gals don't play."

"Unfortunately, Wolverine, they are playing. For those two, this is a game. Only they have yet to truly accept the need to stop playing, and get serious about certain….realities. Come. We must find out what happened, and where our own captives are located."

"And the others the gals wanted out," Wolverine asked, popping both sets of claws as he sniffed the air, and felt trouble was not far ahead.

"We'll have to see," he murmured. "For now, Kitty and Bobby are our priorities. As well as getting Kim and Shego out of here. Whatever else, we cannot allow Global Justice to take Kimberly."

"Because," Logan asked leadingly.

"I'll explain later."

"Right," Logan grumbled. "Heard that one before."

"Let's go," Cyclops snapped, and pushed forward. "We don't have time to argue now."

"Nothing wrong with a good argument, bub. Wherever you are," he smirked, flashing, strong, white teeth.

Both Jean and Charles rolled their eyes at them as they started down the hall.

X

"Wait," Kim hissed just before they would have crossed into the open hatch that led to a row of obvious cells. "I'm getting that off feeling here again."

"I believe you," Shego murmured, pausing behind her. "This has been way too easy."

"I get the same feeling," she said, easing up to the open hatch, and peering inside.

"So, do whatever it is you do, and let's get on with it already," Shego told her.

"Just a minute," she said, and stepped back. "I'm going to try something."

Pointing backwards, she lifted a useless weapon from one of the fallen guards' hands, and levitated it toward her. She then sent it forward into the hatch, and down the hall.

Where it managed to get all of four feet before automatic lasers targeted, and melted it to slag even as it cut it to pieces.

"Well, there's a nasty surprise. I guess that's why some of these guys didn't break out if they're supposed to be so powerful."

"Motion sensors," she murmured. "Which means heat sensors are likely, too, and that means that we do this the old-fashioned way."

"Old-fashioned…..?"

"Kimmie," Shego shouted even as she realized Kim had only walked back to get a running start. Then she was tumbling, jumping, and cart wheeling over the floor, off the walls, and leaping impossibly high as she managed to dodge every laser that fired in her direction.

Even as Shego regained her composure, she was firing bolts of green energy from where she stood, taking out the recessed ports that hid the lasers, and only became visible when they fired. By the time Kim reached the far side of the hall, shutting down the laser grid with the control panel on that end, Shego was walking forward, having blown most of the laser ports into slag anyway.

"So, what? We just start tearing open doors?"

Kim looked around.

"Exactly," she nodded. And reached for the nearest door as her battle suit glowed slightly as it fed her already considerable might.

A portly, balding man looked up from a bunk, and stared at her through thick glasses. "Already time for the new tests, is it," the man asked with a slight accent.

"No," Kim told him. "It's time to get out. We're here to free you."

"Really? I say, that is quite nice of you," the man smiled.

"Let's go. You can help us get the rest out."

"The rest?"

He stepped outside his cell and gaped. "My word. I never noticed all this before. Of course, they usually keep my blindfolded when moving me."

"So, what can you do, baldy," Shego asked as she pulled open a second door herself, a young man of indeterminate years, and lizard-like skin coming out of the first to follow her.

"Not a clue, young lady," the man said as Kim went for another door herself. "I was minding my own p's and q's, when these chaps showed up one day, dropped a bag on my head, and I ended up here."

"Any UFO's in your past?"

The man blinked at Kim's question as she pulled open the next door, and let out a man that was wearing a red, leather suit, and smirked at her.

"'Bout time," he growled. "Magneto send you?"

"No one sent me. I came because I found out you people needed help."

"You know, I didn't think anyone believed me," the man was saying as the red-haired teen in crimson leather walked out of the cell with a smirk. "But not a year ago I was out for a stroll when these curious fellows in the most peculiar airship grabbed me up. Next thing I know, I woke up fifty miles away, and not a clue as to what happened."

"Could have been worse," Shego told him. "You could have had a comet blow up in your face."

"Hey, babes," the teen asked as Shego freed a woman that looked more like a housewife than a mutant. "Anyone got a light?"

"You're kind of young to smoke," Shego sniggered.

"Ain't like that, greenie," the teen smirked. "I just need a little flame. A spark. Something to….."

"Call me greenie, again," Shego paused to scowl, holding up a flaming fist.

"Oh, hey, right. I can work with that," the young teen's eyes rounded in glee as he reached out, and drew power from the fiery energies. "Step back, babes. Pyro is about to show you how it's done," he cackled, and flung out both hands in opposite directions as he sent streams of green flame he had 'borrowed' at the locked cell doors, and literally melted the locks away.

"Not bad," Shego smirked, and pulled open another door that was no longer locked.

"There are still four more halls like this one down here with people in them. Can you help free them, too," Kim asked him.

"Just point the way, gorgeous," Pyro smiled, hands still wreathed in green flame.

"Watch out for lasers hidden in the walls," Shego told him as Kim pointed him to a hall.

"The rest of you go that way," she pointed. "We took out the guards, and there should be a lift that will carry you to the surface. There are boats on the north end of the island, and we have friends in a jet on south side waiting if you can reach them. Don't wait for us. We still have work to do," Kim told them. "So, go."

"You heard the little lady," a tall, lankly man that looked hard as stone under his bronzed skin grinned. "Let's blow this pop stand, folks," he told the mostly ordinary people that were gathered around them.

Even as they parted, taking different corners to different destinations, they heard explosions back the way Pyro had gone.

"I'd say that kid has promise."

"A bit cocky for my taste," Kim told her.

"Look in the mirror lately, Princess," she chortled as they reached the next hatch. This one locked, and marked by ominous markings.

"I'd say the real powerhouses are likely in there," Shego told her as Kim went to work on the control panel that opened the hatch. "Which probably means the X-Buddies are in there, too, if our new friends are any indication."

"Hold it, Possible," a voice called out as several familiar faces appeared in the hatch as Kim approached the first door in the line of cells. These with glassy barriers, and obvious electronic countermeasures in place judging by the massively muscled man that was standing fixed inside a large cylinder, staring bleakly out at her as he reached for the panel to open it.

She turned to see Will Du standing there, with another squad of soldiers at his side as Shego turned to glare at him.

Kim turned to face him, ignoring the men who looked more uneasy than brave as she studied them.

"Still playing errand boy," Shego mocked. "Or is Bets just afraid to get her hands dirty these days?"

"She's busy cleaning up the mess you made upstairs," Will told her with a smirk. "Only when I realized there were too many of you running around, I realized that suggested the real you wouldn't be out in plain sight, but where you were least expected. I just didn't expect even you to get this far."

"Too bad we're better than you think," Shego remarked, and tore open a digital panel that shorted out the controls holding the young teen inside in the middle of a sauna so far as she could tell.

Will didn't notice what she had done, as she had kept her body between him and the cell. She simply calculated anyone kept inside one of these special cells had to have even more power than Sparky back there, and would likely be happy to help.

"You might as well just keep going to the end of the hall. We have two cells waiting for you. Right next to your friend's," Will smiled.

Kim almost took her eyes off him. Only years of experience with Will told her he was not to be trusted.

"I have a better idea," a man voice cut in from behind the soldiers.

Half the men cringed as they turned, and Will swore as they turned to see a short, muscular man in tan and black. And long, vicious claws sprouting from his hands.

"Weapon X!"

"Say who," Shego frowned, and glanced at Kim. "How many names does that guy have?"

"Never mind. Open the cells. Open them all," Kim shouted, and reached out with her own growing telekinesis to short every lock in the hall, causing doors to spring open.

"No," Will shouted, and fired point blank at her even as Logan lunged forward to attack the men before him.

To Be Continued….