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 10: In which the twins hunt answers, GJ tags along, and Ron makes a momentous decision. Meanwhile, Shego and Kim face a new threat even as Dr. Drakken prepares to make his move….on Team GO!
Jim and Tim stopped their scooters near the end of the block that led out of the industrial district, and toward the rail yards.
An area with lots of old warehouses, and new storage units still being built.
"What do you think?"
"Looks like the bugs stopped when they reached that last storage unit."
"Yeah," Tim nodded, stepping off his scooter as he pushed it toward shelter behind an old trash bin. "Explore, or blow it?"
Jim smiled.
"Duh. Explore, then blow it!"
"You think we shut down any traps?"
"Probably. I'm more concerned their might be passive defenses, or other organics that our EM Shield didn't knock out."
"And that is why we're here," Ron's voice cut in as the boys yelped, and spun around to see Ron, Yori, and four other masked ninja standing behind them.
"Ron? When did you….?"
"We followed you here," Ron admitted. "It wasn't hard to guess who helped us knock out the cyber-brain controlling the local infection when Wade realized he didn't do it."
"We've got five nano-bomb bugs in there, but we thought we should check out the place first. You know…..?"
"Just in case," Tim finished for Jim.
"Dr. Director agrees. That's why GJ is moving in to contain the area, while we investigate. You stay here, and if you get a signal to blow your bombs. Do it," Ron told them.
"Stay here?"
"We found this place," Tim protested as his twin looked just as furious.
"And your folks would tear me apart if anything happened to you here. Not to mention Kim would never let me hear the end of it," he added ruefully. "Stay. And keep your finger on the button. Or….whatever," Ron said as he gestured, and the five ninja with him moved to surround the storage unit.
"Fine. But how will we know if you're clear," Jim finally asked him when Ron showed no indication he was moving until they acquiesced.
"If I signal you, we'll be clear, or we'll be in trouble. Either way, you will blow this place if necessary no matter who is still inside. We're dealing with some serious stuff here."
"Worse than the Lorwardians?"
"Far worse," Ron nodded, and turned to follow the others toward the building even as two sleek, blue VTOLs with GJ marking came down just behind a rail car a few yards away. "I am serious, guys. From what little I've already seen, if these creatures get a foothold, we're all toast. And not in a good way."
The twins frowned, and eyed the device Jim held even as three newcomers appeared around the side of the parked rail car.
"Jim. Tim," Dr. Director nodded. "You two are proving just as…..skilled as Kimberly."
"That's one way to put it," Will Du muttered, eyeing the two preteen boys.
"What have you got?"
"We caught some of those bug-bots spying for whoever is out there, and we wired them with nano-bombs before sending them back," Tim told her.
"We followed them back here when we reactivated them. All we have to do is punch in the arming code, and….."
"And," Will asked doubtfully.
"Boom," both boys smiled.
"How big," Dr. Director asked practically.
"Not big," Jim shrugged.
"Maybe a block. Or two," Tim agreed.
Dr. Director eyed the agent at her side, and ordered, "Perimeter. Now. We need to make sure nothing, and no one gets in or out as of now."
"You don't really believe those two children could….."
"Portable. Phase. Disruptor," Dr. Director quipped dryly.
Will Du, who had read every one of Kimberly's mission debriefings, looking for flaws, understood at once.
"Yes, ma'am," he grumbled, and went off to carry out his orders.
"Now that the civilian is out of the way," the senior agent remarked, eyeing them. "Did you learn anything from hacking the alien control frequency."
"Some," Jim nodded. "For one, it's coming from the moon."
"Not here?"
"This is a local staging point. The primary signal we've isolated is coming from the moon. Or rather, from under it."
"I was afraid of that. They must be using that old Andorran base."
"Told you," Tim quipped to his twin, winning yet another wager in their long-standing custom of betting over everything.
"Not now, boys," Betty told them. "Have you seen any indications of alien activity other than the spy-bots you managed to capture?"
"Just that, and the weird way everyone was acting lately," Tim shrugged.
"We took care of that on our end. For now. They were trying to start a cyber-infection right here. Your EM Shield went up just in time to help us shut them down before they could spread."
"Hicka-bicka-boo?"
"Hoo-sha," Tim grinned wickedly.
"Boys?"
"No big, Dr. D," they said as one, making the woman scowl.
"We just decided the easiest way to track new infections is to simply track the frequency's location when it moves its reception point."
"Very good thinking. How would you like to help Wade with that one?"
"Will we see Kim?"
Dr. Director glanced away a moment, then murmured, "Anything is possible," in a cryptic tone.
"Gotcha," both boys grinned.
"Run!"
They all turned to see Ron, and his ninja leaded a swift retreat from the building as the slower GJ agents sprinted just behind the ninja that leapt any obstacle before them rather than going around.
"They already have a fail-safe," Ron panted breathlessly, joining them only to tug them all toward the shelter of the heavier rail car. "No clue how big, but it's ticking!"
"Blow it first," Jim asked his brother more than anyone else as they reached the rail car, then peered back around.
"Too late," Yori murmured, but she was looking up.
The storage shed had blasted apart, but only to launch a rectangular container that seemed to be rocket-powered. The powerful jets were carrying the construct into the sky even as they looked, and Jim and Tim didn't ask.
Jim stabbed the button.
The container erupted into a fiery ball that rained debris across half a mile even as they watched. Miraculously, no one would be hit by it as Ron eyed the pair, and shook his head.
"That was….."
"Good work, boys. Whatever was in there….."
"A whole lot of weird machinery," Ron told her.
"A cyber-brain manufacturing node," one of the agents that reported told her quietly. He being H'raaglyn, too. "They were obviously trying to set up a major conversion point here, Dr. Director."
Betty looked beyond grim as she eyed the vapor trails from the downed container.
"Track down every piece, Agent Spann. Every piece. And destroy it."
"Ma'am," the man nodded, and turned to lead his team again.
Ron was still staring into the sky, realizing just how close their escape had been. They had barely deciphered the ticking clock, so to speak, before they got out a scant second before the doors slammed shut behind them, and the thing launched itself.
"We got lucky today," Dr. Director told Ron somberly.
"Luck," the twins scoffed as one. "What we do isn't about luck," Jim finished.
"Well, do it with Wade. We have to stop this at the source if we're going to save our planet this time. Meanwhile….."
"I have word from my….friends," Ron nodded in understanding. "The packages arrived safely, and are being stored until needed," he told her cryptically.
"Good. I need to get back, and help monitor the cleanup back at the headquarters. Boys, contact Wade, and all of you keep me informed of your progress. Stoppable, good work. Again," she told him, and turned to go even as Will came running up to her.
"What was that," he sputtered. "What was that?"
The twins smirked that he wasn't answered.
KP
"More," Ron asked as he reached for the spatula, holding it over the casserole pan he had already served them from earlier when they came to his apartment to relax. And plan their next move.
Yori's companions were out canvassing the neighborhood, ensuring they had not overlooked anyone, or anything after that alien lab was destroyed. He decided to cook them supper, since cooking both relaxed him, and helped him think.
It helped that he was genuinely good at it.
As his cheesy tuna-taco casserole proved.
"Perhaps a little more," the young ninja girl smiled, and held out her plate.
He smiled at her, and filled her plate.
"Just don't tell lunch lady we're splurging on cheesy goodness while we're away," he added.
"My lips are sealed," she quipped, smiling at him from across the table.
He filled his own plate again, and poured fresh tea into their cups before he sat down, and simply stared at her.
"Stoppable-San?"
"Yori….."
"Hai?"
"I think…. I think Kim had the right idea."
"She did? About what?"
"About knowing what she wanted, and going for it. This was just one more close call."
Yori said nothing as she stopped eating to simply stare at him.
"We are safe, Ron-San," she murmured. "Your experience and skill at evading traps saved all of us. What matters is that…."
"What matters is that I've still been living in the past. I'm ready for the future. Our future, Yori," he told her.
"Our…..?"
"Okay, I imagined something more….romantic than my dinky apartment, and a taco-tuna casserole, but…. Yori, I want to share my life with you. Forever. Or as long it might last. I don't want to wait too late, or end up regretting missed chances. I want you to be at my side, and share…..everything. From now on," he told her earnestly as he fumbled with his hands a moment, and then in a flash of inspiration, pulled off his class ring.
"Ron-San," Yori stared at him with wide eyes.
"Yori….."
"Hai," the ninja shrieked, and launched herself over the table, landing on top of him as he howled in surprise as the woman rained kisses down on his very surprised face.
Even as four ninja appeared thought he door and windows, all carrying short, wicked daggers, and staring at the pair.
"We heard…..shouts," one of the masked men said, and then bowed low, and turned to go without a word.
By the time he did, the other three ninja had already vanished.
"Well, that wasn't very embarrassing," a very red-faced Ron muttered as he sat up, Yori still straddling his lap as she now held the ring he had pulled off his own finger.
"They understand, Ron-Chan," she smiled, and slid the slightly oversized ring onto her finger.
"That's just…for now. I'll get you a better one….."
"This one will always be precious to me. As are you, Ronald," she smiled at him, and hugged him so hard he groaned. "I am honored to be your bride. And I shall ever be happy to stand at your side now, and in any battle to come."
Ron found he had absolutely noting to say to that.
KP
Dr. Drakken eyed the huge tower on the island just a few meters from shore, and grimaced.
No boats. No ferry.
Honestly, he fumed, how did they expect people to get out there?
It was bad enough he had wasted over six hours trying to find a singular 'Go' in Go-City. It seemed half the city had the name. Or derivatives of it. Yet none of them seemed to know Shego, or her brothers.
Six hours, and then one man finally told him about the Go-Tower.
As if no one but him knew about it.
Honestly, some people just had no sense at all.
Now, how to get out there?
He looked around, finally spotting an old rowboat near the single, worn dock that stretched crookedly out from the bank.
Clambering down into the boat, he discovered one oar, and it looked a bit questionable.
"Fortunately, I always plan ahead," he muttered. Then shrugged, adding, "Usually."
Reaching into one voluminous pocket of his lab coat, he pulled out a small personal fan, switched it on, and then held it in the water on the right side of the boat after pushing away from the dock.
And promptly began going in dizzying circles as the high-powered blade drove him in near-perfect circles before he jerked the fan up out of the water.
"Someone should have warned me that might happen," he grumbled, and looked around for someone to blame before he recalled he had left the henches behind so they wouldn't ruin his quest for Shego and Kim Possible.
Muttering sourly, and silently promising to avenge himself on the missing henches later, he moved carefully to the back of the boat, and this time angled the fan so it corrected the boat's direction, and pushed him toward the small island where that silly tower was standing like some kind of garish lighthouse.
Honestly, his lairs had more class.
Thanks to his hand-fan, though, he reached the island in record time. Climbing out of the boat, he headed for the front door, and found the only lock was some kind of chromatic frequency scanner. Smirking, he pulled out a device he once used to scan Shego's unique genetics, and simply overloaded the scanner with his own.
He nodded smugly as the door slid open on hidden hydraulic rollers, and he stepped into a rather large chamber that was filled with rather antiquated computers and electronics. Even his timeshare lairs had better equipment.
He frowned as he eyed the large monitor screen on one wall, and rolled his eyes.
"Talk about self-important egos," he muttered, not bothering to realize he had the same monitor in several of his own lairs.
He spun around when someone cleared their throat, and smirked at the lanky purple man. Not just dressed in purple, he was purple.
"I remember you. You're one of Shego's brothers. Margo…. Murgo….?"
"It's….."
"Don't tell me. Meh, it doesn't matter. Just tell me where Shego is, and I'll be on my way," he declared, and slid his hand into his right pocket.
"Let me guess. You miss getting your butt barbequed. I've heard about you," Mego laughed. "You must be a real masochist if you miss….."
"I'm not a sissy," Drakken shrieked, and fired the weapon he pulled out without hesitation.
The expanding bands flew across the short distance once they exploded from the 'Imprisoner,' and immediately and securely wrapped around the arrogant boy as they caught his hands, knees, and even ankles to leave the violet-hued hero bound as tightly as a mummy.
Off-balance, he teetered before he could catch himself, and smacked his head against the corner of a large round table, knocking himself out before he hit the floor.
"Now, tell me where Shego is, you silly pretender," Drakken demanded as he stepped forward, and only then noted the man was unconscious.
He frowned, looking at his 'Imprisoner,' and shook his head.
"I didn't know it rendered you unconscious, too," he commented to himself. "Now that I think about it, it's the first time….."
"Hey," a new voice boomed as the door slid open, and a hulking, blue man strode into the chamber to stare at Drakken. "What are you doing here? What did you do to Mego?"
"Nothing. Yet. But you won't like what I will do to him, or you, if you don't answer my questions," Drakken blustered as he aimed his device at the muscular man.
"You're that nefarious felon that led my sister astray. First, into crime, and then into social deviancy," Hugo hissed, cracking his knuckles, and envisioning some serious justice.
"Are you insane," Drakken protested, raising his device. "Kim Possible stole Shego from me! If anyone led her into deviancy, it was that annoying, teen hero…. Well, former teen. I think. Anyway, I don't have time for this," he quipped, and fired the device, binding Hego's big fists at his sides , though the bands didn't quite reach his legs this time since Drakken aimed higher to ensure he immobilized those very large fists that seemed to have been aimed his way.
"You're only making this harder on yourself," Hego growled, standing there as he flexed slightly, testing the steel bands that had seemed to explode around him as those tiny strands grew, expanded, and suddenly imprisoned him.
"Just tell me where Shego is…."
"You're not from around here, are you," Hego asked wryly as he simply stretched, and the steel bands around his chest and arms snapped like rotted twine.
Dr. Drakken gaped.
"Those coils would have resisted even Shego's plasma! How…..?"
"Shego has plasma," Hego smirked. "I have super strength."
"And I…..get really small," a voice said from behind him.
Dr. Drakken turned, and saw the purple hero he had left bound and unconscious behind him now standing free, and cracking his own knuckles.
"Meh," he managed before a purple fist slammed who into his blue jaw, and he went flying.
"Who is this clown," Mego asked as he and Hego stood over the unconscious man.
"I think Shego used to work for him."
"No wonder she switched to girls," Mego sniggered.
Hego glowered, still not quite sure about his sister's marriage, or her apparent…..parenthood.
"So, what did he want?"
"He expected us to deliver Shego to him. Or maybe he thought to bring her here by being his hostages."
"Sorry. I don't do hostage," Hego drawled.
"Me, either. Besides, I have four new designs needed for the Go Mountain Resort I'm refurbishing, and I just don't have time for this nonsense."
"You're here," Hego pointed out.
"Because the Go Computer has better graphics than my office computer," Mego huffed. "I want to really wow the investors, so that Go Builders becomes the new face of construction in the area. If I win this contract, we're talking millions. Gross, too. Not net."
"Uh, right. So, what about Blueboy?"
"Cops," Mego shrugged. "I really need to get back to work."
"I guess you're right. I'll take him over to the Chief….."
"Say, what were you doing here? I thought you had double shifts this week."
"I was….using the computer lately, too," Hego said with a faint blush. "Research."
"For what," Mego asked with a frown as the blue-clad hero flung the unconscious villain over his shoulder, and turned for the door.
Hego turned to face him, features screwed up as he obviously was caught trying to make up a plausible tale, and Mego held up both hands.
"You know what? Never mind. Don't care. I have work, and you have garbage to take out. And we obviously need to upgrade our security if that can get in here."
"No argument there," Hego agreed, and walked out with his burden, slight as it was to him.
Mego smirked, turned for the communication panel, and murmured, "Not that I aren't still curious, but I can find out what you were surfing faster than you can lie about it," with a smug chortle.
He blinked at the screen a few minutes later, and shook his head.
"'Cures' for lesbianism," he laughed at the searches left behind on the computer's memory. He laughed again, and walked back to his alcove, and his own work, as he just shook his head at his brother's thick-headedness.
KP
"Quickly! Quickly," a ninja Shego didn't know shouted at several of the students as they rushed to the armory, and began arming the other students.
"Yo," she called out, her hands full with the tray she was carrying back to Kim, who had woke up feeling too nauseous to get out to eat. "What's going on?"
"Go to your wife, Shego," the young man snapped, carrying his own sword, bared, and looking grim. "If one of them get by us, you may have to protect her."
"From who? What," she frowned as the ninja, as soon as they were armed with whatever weapon of choice they used, ran for the walls.
"Rogue monkey ninja," he said curtly, and then ran for the gates himself.
"Monkey ninja? I thought you were monkey ninja. Or the buff…. Stoppable."
She gave up, shook her head, and headed for the barracks where Kim awaited.
To Be Continued…