Sorry to disappoint you, but this chapter doesn't contain the 'dream reading'-part between Ron and Monkey Fist. That is reserved for the next chapter, which I WILL post tomorrow evening. There was some unfinished business with Drakken and Shego's reaction to the fact that she was defeated by the buffoon, plus we'll get a little more information about the enigmatic Agent Bishop. Hope you'll enjoy it anyway.
Thanks to Screaming Phoenix, CajunBear73, Pengy Chan and Lilly Helsing for reviewing and to all others for reading. It's great to hear that you folks like the premise and the story despite the author's typos and grammatical errors. Hope to receive more reviews (positive as well as critical) from all of you and that you'll still find the development of this fic exciting.
Disclaimer: Kim Possible (as well as other characters from the show) belongs to the Disney, and Agent Bishop is the property of Mirage Studios.
The battle of New Orleans, 8th of January 1815
He staggered around on the empty battlefield. Somewhere he could here the sound of firing cannons. He looked around, trying to find somebody who could help him, but all he saw was abandoned wagons, cannons and lifeless bodies, most of them wearing British uniforms. He took a deep breath. The mixed smell of death and gunpowder made him feel nausea. Suddenly he felt something surround him. A light of some sort, shining brighter than anything he'd seen before. Had Death finally come to collect him? He looked up to the sky and was dazzled by the strong light. He felt his feet lift from the ground. It was like a mysterious power cancelled the gravity and dragged him up in the sky.
Later he woke up on a plank bed, incapable of moving…and nude. Wherever he was it was definitely not heaven, nor hell. These thoughts were interrupted when his gaze was transfixed by a pair of black orbs that belonged to the strangest creature he'd ever seen. It was four feet tall, the head bigger than the skinny body, and its skin was…grey. Then two other creatures stepped out of the shadows, gazing at him with fascination. His heart pounded faster. What were they going to do with him? His question was answered a few seconds after, when one of them grabbed what looked like a scalpel, except there was a burning light on its point. The creature with the scalpel came closer and realisation stroked him, followed by a tidal wave of angst. He let out a horrified scream, followed by screams of pain, but nobody except for the grey men could hear him.
The next moment he woke up in a crater. He felt dizzy, his entire body ached and his throat was dry as a dessert. Where was he now? Well, according to stank he was back on the battlefield. He looked down at his body, seeing he had his clothes back on. Was it something he'd dreamt? No! The pain…the pain had been real. Immensely real!
"Lieutenant Bishop?" an unknown voice called.
He looked up and recognized the face. It was one of the young first-aids from his company, Jones was his name. Or he thought it was. It didn't really matter.
"You need help, sir?"
"Yes…" he rasped.
"I…could…use a…hand." Bishop managed to say before he fainted.
Drakken woke up as soon as the alarm clock rang. It was eight in the morning and time for another evil day. Or to be more precise, a preparation-day for evil days to come once he had the athmosfreezer in his tiny hands, but anywho, that day wouldn't be far away. He took long hot shower; made sure to lather his hair with Baby Boo-Shampoo just as Mama Lipsky had taught him (he'd always had a sensitive scalp). After that he used the usual six minutes to brush his teeth properly, before putting on his favourite robe and continued to the next step of the morning routine: Breakfast!
Among the many mantras Mama Lipsky had taught her son, "A hearty breakfast makes a hearty day" was one he held in high regards. Scrambled eggs, sausages, a bowl of serials, marmalade on whole grain bread and a glass of fresh orange juice. As he enjoyed this, the most important meal of the day, something stroked him:
Where was Shego?
She had informed him last night that she would strike against the Buffoon, but since that he hadn't heard a word from her. What was up? Had she failed? No, that was impossible! It was the Buffoon after all. Could Possible have interfered? No, neither that. Shego had made sure that their teen-nemesis was out of range. "Everything's fine", he reassured himself, "she's probably on her way right now".
Speaking of the sun, the entrance door to the lair opened and a certain green skinned woman stepped in, her hair messed up and a face almost covered in a mix of dirt and clotted blood. He stunned and lost for words by the unexpected sight.
"Shego, where have you been?"
There was no response at all, just a woozy expression on her face as she staggered over to him. It didn't take long before he realized her condition and in a very accusing tone he asked the obvious question:
"Shego, have you been drinking?"
"Me?" She said surprised, her voice all dim.
"NOooo…just hangin around with my old friend Mr. Jack D" she answered, followed by a girlish giggle.
"You have." he set with a frown.
"Have not."
"YOU HAVE!"
"HAVE NOT!"
"YOU…" Drakken stopped. This wasn't the time to be childish.
"I'm very disappointed in you Shego. I send you out to take care of the buffoon and you just ran out and hit the bottle!?"
The mentioning of Ron made her burst out in howl, making Drakken jump a few feet. For almost ten hours she'd been trying to heal the wound of humiliation, but now her emotions had reached the climax. Drakken didn't now what to do. This brought back unpleasant memories from the moodulator incident earlier that year. What would she do next? Beat him up in a frenzy of rage? Or the most traumatic from that experience…'intimate'.
Since her sobbing wouldn't stop, he decided to take the risk and try comforting her.
"What happened?"
"He…he…"
"He what?" he asked earnest tone.
"…he beat me UP!"
Now that was unexpected. And worrying! If the buffoon could defeat Shego, the world's most skilled henchwoman, then the odds for global world domination incredibly high.
"He…he beat you up? But that…that changes everything! My evil career is flushed into the toilet. We're done. Finished. O cruel destiny: Why do you punish me like this?!" he cried out in despair, as he thrust his arms in the air.
His wallowing in self pity ended abruptly when he heard the sound of vomiting and the splashy sound of body that clashes into intimate contact with a floor covered in gastric juices. He looked on the sleeping body of his assistant and sighed. He lifted her from the floor and carried her to bed. After that he found the mop and a bucket and cleaned up the mess. With his assistant sleeping it off, and the lair properly cleaned, he could take finally take a well deserved break, and a chance to evaluate the dramatic events that had disturbed his perfect morning.
As if things couldn't get worse, a sudden explosion, followed by a thick smoke and a group of commandos in black battle suits storming the lair, ruined his day completely.
"What's the meaning of…" he tried to object, before two grabbed him by the arms and dragged him out of the lair for a waiting Chinook.
"Wake up." An voice spoke out.
Drakken's eyes shot wide open and made a quick surveillance of the surrounding. He was sitting in a chair, with his wrist and ankles tightened. The room was covered in shadows, except for the spot were he sat. It bathed in the sharp light from a spotlight that almost blinded him.
"Wh-where am I?"
"I'm the one who asks the questions here." The voice sneered.
"Who's talking?" he yelled, anxious to the surroundings and the mysterious voice "Show yourself!" he tried again, his voice a little lower this time.
As a response to his question, a man stepped out from the shadows. He was relatively tall, wore a black suit, tie, glasses that perfectly matched his narrowed face and hooknose.
"Who are you?" Drakken asked in mix of awe and anxiety.
"Must I repeat myself?" the man sneered again. "I ask the questions!"
The mysterious man walked around Drakkens chair, stopped up here and then and gazed at him as if was analyzing every single part of him.
"So…" he began in a more casual tone "…you confirm to be Drew Theodore Pjotr Lipsky, born 7/23 1959 in Hammonton, New Jersey. Son of Gregor Eusebiusz Lipsky and Maria Lipsky(born Polazek), raised by the latter since your father left the both of you. Graduated from Hammonton High in 1977, and then attended Middleton University from which you dropped out in 1980 after you made a fool of yourself in front of your 'posse'…"
"How do you know all that?" Drakken asked indignant. The only answer to his question was a satisfied smile from his interrogator.
"I think your question confirms the ID-check. Let's get down to business."
He adjusted his tie a little before continuing the interrogation.
"On September the 6th, this year, you managed to escape from Colorado State Prison, with the help of what witnesses described as 'a green lady'. Your assistant Sheila Go, know as the ex-heroine Shego, fits the description, except for the fact that she was in Greece at the time, and we have reason to believe that the person concerned is a extraterrestrial, more specifically, a Lorwardian. Can you confirm that these informations are true? "
"Yes."
"Excellent. Now, why did the Lorwardian break you out? Had you been in contact with it before?"
"No! It wasn't something I'd planned. I was playing checkers with my cellmate when I was beamed up in her spaceship."
"Her?" he arched an eyebrow.
"Yes. She said her name was Warmonga, and she was searching for someone called 'The great blue'…"
"…and she thought you were 'The great blue' because of your abnormal taint. And what did you answer?"
Drakken squirmed a bit. He felt his heart pound harder as he remembered the experience.
"Can't we take a break? I could use a glass of water."
"No. Answer my question Mr. Lipsky."
"Well…" he began reluctantly "…when she told me that The Great Blue would lead them, the Lorwardians to intergalactic conquest with their highly advanced technology I couldn't really refuse an offer like that…I mean…I'm a villain after all…heh." A weak smile formed on his lips but disappeared very quickly, due to the hard glare his interrogator gave him.
"So Warmonga became your new faithful lackey, and you began plot a take-over-the-world-scheme, am I right?"
"Eh…spot on!"
"And I assume it went wrong since you at current aren't supreme world leader. What happened to the alien?"
"Well…the usual." Drakken answered with a slight trace of irritation.
"My teen-nemesis shows up, ruins my scheme and beats my sidekick, and then Warmonga receives a message from someone saying he was The Great Blue and…well, let's just say she got really pissed." Bishop noticed the blue villain shudder by the thought. She must have been really mad.
"And then?"
"It turned out later that Shego had teen's boyfriend and brothers, and they tricked her to leave the planet."
"What was the cause for such disloyalty?"
"She didn't like her new colleague, so to say."
"Well, I think that'll be all. I thank you for your cooperativeness Mr. Lipsky."
"You're welcome. Can I go now?"
"Not yet." The interrogator said wit a smug grin. "We'll have to keep you in containment for a little while."
"Ho-how long?" Drakken asked nervously.
"That depends on many things Mr. Lipsky." He said before returning to the shadows, leaving his prisoner in deep despair.
Bishop's right-hand, agent Monahan was waiting for his superior outside 'Interrogation room 23'. When Bishop strolled out and started walking down the long corridor he joined his side.
"He was quite informative sir." The agent began as they walked down the long underground corridor.
"He sure was Monahan."
There was silence between the two for a full minute.
"So, what about the others?"
"The others?"
"Miss Possible and the others. They're involved in this affair too. Procedure requires that they must bee called in for interrogation and…"
Bishop frowned and lifted a hand, signalling Monahan to stop his speech.
"I made the procedures and I can break them as well. Don't you think it would look suspicious in the public if the Kim Possible disappeared? The world has enough conspiracy-theories, and I don't want to create another one. They sicken me!"
Suddenly Bishop's left arm started cramping. He winced in pain as his insides moved around, bringing his system out of balance for a brief moment.
"Sir…" a worried Monahan turned to his boss, who was nearly fainting.
The attack lasted for less than a minute. Bishop caught his breath and leaned his hand up against the wall, before calming his employee.
"It's nothing. Just the usual." He reassured.
Monahan looked surprised when he saw the light. After all these years he still forgot from time to time how unique his employer was compared to other human beings.
"Your body-breakdown huh?" Monahan said knowingly.
"Every fifth year. It's really tiring." He groaned.
"Should I inform Dr. Rooke and make him prepare a new transfer?"
Bishop gave him one of his rare smiles. He was really lucky to have such a loyal and caring employee in his staff.
"The sooner the better. Although I hope he has made some improvements since last time."
"From what I've heard, it can't be worse than your first back in 49." He said with amused grin.
"Definitely not. But forget that. We need to find out who or what this Great Blue is Monahan."
"Well we could ask…" Monahan began.
"No. Only as a last resort!"
"But sir…he must have heard about the myth. He could more detailed explanation…"
"I SAID NO!" he yelled as he grabbed the stunned agent in his collar and slammed him up against the wall. Their faces were inches from each other
"I don't trust that creature. Not after what he did to me back…" his voice was throaty and there was something in his eyes. A look of pain? Monahan thought. Bishop removed his grip and adjusted his tie glasses while he tried to keep his composure.
"Let us try to figure this out on our own. I'll assemble research team of experts in myths, occultism and supernaturalism in general. Take care of the necessary abductions."
"Yes sir. But what if they can't find out…" Bishop cut him off and finished the sentence himself:
"…we'll turn to that grey little bastard." The hatred in his voice made Monahan shudder, as he always did when Bishop gave a glimpse of his dark side. The cynical man who was obsessed with his life's mission: To protect Earth from extraterrestrial threats at all cost. All this was a result of a most horrifying experience that took place almost 200 years back.
To be continued…
