For the lawyers, I don't own any Disney character mentioned herein, nor am I trying to profit off them. Just telling a story.

KP - Clean Slate

By LJ58

Part 9: In which Ron saves the day, sort of, the twins unveil their first move, and Shego learns firsthand that a hormonal wife can be worse than a clever ninja. And then there is still Drakken.

Ron waited, sensing the coming agents, and shoved Betty Director aside yet again even as someone fired right through the wall, and blasted part of a table she had been using for shelter to splinters.

"Stay low," he advised her, using part of a desk as a shield as he moved forward in a crouch, knowing those blasts would soon be followed by bodies. "Wade? How long do you need?"

"I still need a few minutes," Wade's voice came from the device now plugged into the computer behind him. "This is highly advanced alien circuitry, and even I need a little time to crack the encryptions."

"Just do your thing," Ron shouted back at the communicator, ducking another barrage that came through the open door now as several entranced agents rushed the room.

Dr. Director was on the far side of the room now, taking cover behind a console as she prepared to defend herself from her own people.

The one-eyed agent picked off a few men from her vantage point, being careful not to hit Ron who now moved like an untouchable wind as he blew through the agents rushing the room, knocking most out, and leaving more than a few likely wishing they had been unconscious before he dropped them.

Then the sounds of more feet running sounded, and Dr. Director realized someone was going to die, because she was out of stun charges, and the only rounds left in her weapon were lethal. Ron, too, was looking like he was losing his patience judging from the way the last man had hit the wall when he hit them.

Even as Ron and Dr. Director prepared for the next rush, there came the sounds of shouts and struggles from outside in the hall, and a moment later only one face appeared in the door.

"Greetings, Stoppable-San," the young, Japanese girl in black bowed to him as she entered the room with a bland expression on her face. "It seems we came, as you say, in the neck of timing."

"Close enough, Yori," Ron smiled, softening slightly as he eyed her even as he assessed her. "You had no problem reaching us?"

"None at all, Stoppable-San," she assured him carelessly. "It was, as you say, a piece of pie."

Dr. Director frowned, muttering, "Because just anyone can bypass our security, and stroll in," darkly.

"How many agents were….infected," Ron asked Yori, ignoring the older woman's complaint.

"Regretfully, all of them," she sighed. "Do not worry," she added, turning to nod at Dr. Director. "I did not unduly damage them. I merely ensured they would…..sleep for a while."

"Ron, are you there," Wade's voice called over the communicator.

"Still here, Wade. Tell me you have good news."

"Better than good. Whatever signal was interfering with my equipment just shut down. I'm not sure why, but I'm betting something shut it down, because it was strong enough a moment ago. Anyway, I'm regaining control of all GJ onsite facilities. I should have the locals deprogrammed in….ten minutes. Give or take."

"That is good news," Ron agreed, and walked over to the empty-eyed scientist with blank eyes, and held up a hand.

"Stoppable," Dr. Director shouted just before a glowing, blue blade materialized, and Ron cut the man's entire head from his shoulders.

"No choice," the young ninja said grimly. "I think we both know this cyber-brain thingy is too dangerous to keep," he said, and tossed the grizzy skull into the air.

Before it landed, he moved again, and the mostly mechanical skull was sliced into over a dozen pieces that went clattering across the tiles even as Ron's communicator chirped, and the unconscious agents began to moan as small, glowing orbs oozed from their necks to fall away from their bodies.

"Got it," Wade's voice chirped triumphantly. "Cyber-nodes have been deactivated completely. All two-thousand of them!"

"Two….thousand," Betty Director gasped. "I don't have that man agents on site."

"But there were a lot of already infected drones in Middleton," Ron said cannily. "Right, Wade."

"Unfortunately, you were right. They're shut down now. We just have to find the primary site, and get rid of the rest of these machine-brains, or this could happen all over again. We got lucky this time. However it happened. We might not get so lucky again."

"Dr…Director," Will frowned, staggering into the lab just then to frown at the chaos around him. "What did I miss?"

Ron sagely did not comment as Yori stifled a faint smirk.

MoS

"Ready?"

"Ready," a stereo voice echoed the first as the hum of machinery filled the air in the small room the twins shared.

"Activating primary emitters."

"Everything's holding," the first twin grinned to the second. "I think we've got the right frequencies this time!"

"No big, as sis would say," Jim grinned cockily. "Let's amp the juice, and shut these wannabes down," he told his sibling.

"Activating all secondary emitters," Tim agreed, and threw a level even as he held his breath.

The shrill whine of the humming machinery increased threefold, and a wavering curtain of magnetic force exploded out of the house, and rose to cover the entire sky over Middleton in seconds even as one of the boys turned to yet another piece of equipment, and grinned, saying, "Ready for the pie in the face?"

"Do it," the other grinned, and almost chortled as his twin threw the switch that sent a surge of current through the already humming Electromagnetic umbrella now encasing their city.

"Boys," their mother's voice shouted plaintively even as the house went dark, and everything electrical died in the same instant.

Along with anything in the entire city. Alien, or otherwise.

"Pie in the face gambit is online," Jim said just a little manically as the faint hum of a single, shielded device reached their ears, and a tiny flutter of sunlight on mechanical wings betrayed the five, tiny robo-bugs that had just risen, and took flight, headed back to wherever they had originated.

Along with fifty nano-bombs capable of leveling a full city block.

Just then, the boys were willing to accept collateral damage considering what those confiscated spy-bugs represented.

"Five pies about to be delivered," Tim matched his grin, and held up a small device shielded against any interference. "Want to find out where they're going?"

"Hoo-sha," Jim grinned, and reached for a suspicious looking device that only remotely resembled a water pistol.

MoS

Shego sighed as she rolled over, her body limp, and aching from a workout like none she had had in quite some time. The ninja here were serious about testing her, and even mealtimes were a trial.

She sighed, staring at the dark ceiling, and was just as grateful that Kim was asleep as she was that the day was over. When she first arrived, she thought it would be a lark. She'd show those ninja guys some moves, and show off a bit, and impress Kitten.

Wow, was she off-base. It was obvious the few ninja she had met in her career were posers, because these guys ran literal rings around her.

She started to sigh, but bit off even that soft sound, knowing how light Kim slept of late. She used to sleep so heavy it seemed an artillery barrage couldn't have woke her. Now, all it took was the softest of sounds, and the woman was on her feet, ready to fight.

She was taking that whole maternal protectiveness to a whole new level. Shego would have bet mother wolves weren't as cranky as her unlikely bride.

She was almost over the bizarre cravings that kept popping up. Even Kimberly seemed to settle down once they reached Yamanouchi, and she seemed to realize some of her 'tastes' were just not going to be met here.

Only that was when the mood swings started in earnest.

Master Sensei merely smiled, and made himself scarce.

Shego wasn't so lucky.

Like this morning when she woke to find Kim crying over something, and when she tried to question her, they ended up sparring out of their room, across the courtyard, and into the forest before the suddenly energetic hellion would calm down enough to do more than snarl at her.

She then spent the next two hours hugging and petting her. Which made fixing the wall Kim had thrown her through at the start of their little morning exercise program rather difficult.

Hirotaka, smart boy that he was, suddenly had a mission that took him out of the school grounds. The old sadist giving her lessons didn't slack off the whole time, and only added to her misery.

When supper came, and Kim looked ready to weep over the customary rice balls and fish, Shego boldly offered to go find her something else. Anything else.

Which naturally set her off again, and the redhead lambasted her for being the biggest idiot in the world. She got the fact that they were supposed to be undercover, and out of sight. She realized they were laying low in the one place no one might ever think to find them. It wasn't like she was going to go into Tokyo with neon signs pointing the way.

Or even calling for pizza.

She sighed, very quietly, and stared at her bride who lay curled up into a ball at her side on the tatami, and couldn't help but smile.

If her Princess was anything, it was extreme. She had yet to change in that respect.

"This brat is going be one heck of a kid if she's got half your spirit, Kitten," she murmured.

"Mmmmmm," Kim sighed restlessly, and moved around a moment before an outflung hand landed over one of Shego's breasts. "Na' brat," she muttered in her sleep as if hearing her, and then rolled back over to curl into Shego's side.

The green-skinned woman sighed, very quietly, and lay there smiling as the redhead used her for a cuddle buddy as she murmured a bit longer, and then settled down again.

KP

Dr. Drakken sat at his desk, drumming his fingers on a bare part as he ignored the cooling cocoa-moo he had sent back five times already for being too cold.

"How? How," he demanded of his cowering henches, the few that yet remained with him. "How can two such blatantly extroverted females without a brain between them continue to mask their presence from me? The greatest, and evilest genius of all time," the blue-skinned lunatic demanded, finally banging his fist on the desk.

And spilling the cooling beverage all over the plans for his next 'greatest plan ever' in the process.

Every one of the four henches standing ready cringed. Each of them wondering if they might get the chance to slip away like their smarter compatriots, or if they were about to go the way of poor Abel, who had been frozen by an ice ray, and shattered into ice cubes for daring to suggest that maybe Shego really did prefer Kim Possible's company to his own.

"It's obvious we cannot rely on the outdated, and inept judicial system in this country to hand us what we want. Need! Not this time. We shall definitely have to take this into our own hands," Drakken said with a sly menacing gleam in his dark eyes as he ignored the mess before him. "And I've just the place to start."

No one asked.

Sometimes, even the right answer set off their more than unstable boss of late.

He eyed the men, and frowned as he shook his head.

"Not one of you is curious?"

No one said a word.

"No one?"

The silence was almost deafening.

"Meh. Fine. For that, you may all stay here, and…clean up this lair. Honestly, it's a real pigsty," he complained as he stalked off toward the hanger.

He paused midway to the door, and eyed the ceiling.

"Pig….sty," he murmured thoughtfully, and continued on his way as the four men behind him gave collective sighs of relief.

"As soon as he's airborne, I'm out of here," one of the henches told his companions. "Who's with me."

All three hands went up.

"After we clean up," one of them added. "Just in case."

No one argued.

To Be Continued….