Chpt 10
(A/N: Yeah, see I'm supposed to be working on my non-fanfic story, but I opted for the fanfic anyway. At this rate, my story will remain at 50 pages for a while… haha, anyway, let's see what I come up with today.)
Dr. Director is running around in frustrated panic. It would be half as bad if everything didn't seem to be happening at once. Sadly, it's like someone decided to play several childish pranks all at the same time. She still can't decide if it is linked with Kim in some way or another.
"Stop running around screaming! Just go wash your face off!" shouts the Director. The damn pepper spray like stuff that had blasted through the vents was causing several agents to panic, unused to the pain of the simple item. For all their high tech gadgets, sometimes the old simple stuff could be the most effective because no one is prepared for it.
She stumbles as someone tumbles into her. She regains her balance to find a man on his knees and weeping before her.
"Make it stop! Make it stop burning!" he blubbers. She growls. How could such simple stuff make a grown man cry?!
"I told you to go wash your face!" she bellows. He whimpers.
"I tried! It made it burn worse!"
She blinks in slight shock. Worse? Oh hell! A woman agent runs by screaming, clawing at her hair and clothes as if trying to remove them from her body. Director frowns as the woman races on. This is getting ridiculous!
"Will you all just calm down! Things can be sorted out! They're just a bunch of bugs, some rodents, and some measly pepper spray!" She rolls her eye as she watches several people seeming to stomp around as of impersonating some weird off beat dance. Someone taps her on the shoulder. "WHAT?!" she growls.
The agent looks startled by the shout, nervously looking at the chaos around them. He clears his throat and pops a salute.
"Returning to base as commanded, Ma'am!"
She scowls at him.
"What are you talking about? I didn't order you to return to base."
Several more agents come up behind him, popping salutes.
"Returning to base as commanded, Ma'am!" they crow.
"What the hell are you talking about?! I didn't order ANY of you back to base! Why aren't you out on your missions?!" she bellows. They glance at each other in confusion. The first man speaks up.
"Yes you did, Ma'am. You said we had urgent business, and that it was top secret."
"What?! I said no such thing!" She watches in growing horror as more and more of them start trickling in. The people with the pepper spray are running into them and giving them second hand exposure. The bugs and rodents are causing them to jump about in shock.
What the Hell is going on?!
A loud shriek fills the air. All eyes turn to a female agent pointing up into the sky. All gazes turn upwards. Mouths drop open and everyone is frozen in place as a heavy yellow gas floats down from above. Dr. Director squints and makes out five shadows hidden behind the gas.
"Shit!" someone close by mutters.
The tear gas hits. The sounds of choking and gagging fill the air. Dr. Director turns a tearful gaze to those around her. Many are panicking, running in all directions to somehow escape the horrible gas. Many of the agents' noses are running like mad, their eyes squeezed shut, and tears pouring down their faces. Dr. Director's breathing isn't affected like some, but her eye is burning like mad. It doesn't help that she only has the one eye either. There is no way to control the chaos now. It's massively out of control.
Kim's threats hang over her head. It would be something the redhead would pull, because as of yet, it hadn't involved serious bodily harm or killing. A loud whoop pulls her attention back to the sky.
Five figures descend and touch ground, jetpacks powering down once their feet touch the pavement. Dr. Director glares at them. The gas is thick, so she can't distinguish them too well, and they're all obviously wearing masks of some sort.
A sudden gust of wind rips through the valley, quickly sweeping away the tear gas to reveal the new intruders and the caged agents standing around in stunned silence. The bugs and rodents seemed to have dispersed and the only agents still bothered are the ones that caught the brunt of the pepper spray and tear gas.
A man steps forward out of the five and removes his mask. Dr. Director's eyes narrow. He speaks before she gets the chance.
"Dr. Director, it's great to finally meet you in person," he says. He mock salutes her with two fingers. "You might not know me, but I'm the Lone Wolf." He glances behind him at the other figures. "And they're my pack."
"Doesn't 'lone' imply you don't work with others?" the Director asks impassively. He merely grins.
"I might have to change my title subtly, but it doesn't really matter. In any case, we're here for a bit of fun." He looks around at the massive cluster of agents. "Anyone here worth a challenge?"
Dr. Director fights to keep her face emotionless.
"You came here just to pick a fight? You're in the middle of a secret organizations home base, and you think you're going to walk out of it alive?"
"Ma'am, I've got quite the reputation in the underground. If I wasn't able to be ballsy enough to pull a stunt like this, I wouldn't be living up to my name." He smirks mischievously. "And trust me, that name is quite a handful to keep up."
Dr. Director remains unaffected.
"What's your real name?"
He shrugs.
"You can call me Jay, if you like." He glances over his shoulder at his companions. "Hey ya'll, go pick out your own fun."
The Director blinks as the others grin and break off in separate directions. Jay turns back to the Director.
"And you are after?" she asks darkly.
"Me? I wanted to test out the infamous Dr. Directors fighting style. I don't really know what it is, but it's supposedly pretty popular among the stronger martial artists." He shrugs again. "That and I hear it's quite similar to a popular nemesis of mine." He cocks his head to the side. "If you will?"
Dr. Director hesitates. She shouldn't have to get involved with any of this. She scans the area for Agent Du.
He's facing off with some busty blond. His face is tight as he desperately tries to hold off her swift attacks. It's obvious that the blond is forcing him to retreat, easily cornering him. She lashes out and knocks him upside the head with a sharp kick. He crumbles to the ground. Dr. Director growls, turning her attention to the man in front of her.
She attacks swiftly, hand jabbing forward with fingers extended. Jay turns to the side, allowing the attack to fly past his chest. She immediately pivots and changes the direction of her hand to swing upward in a sharp cutting motion. Jay merely leans back and watches the attack wiz past his face. The Director scowls, upping her speed as well as her tactics.
She sweeps her legs out to trip him, but Jay flips backwards, hands stuffed into his pockets. That only irks her more. She dashes at him, hands flying in multiple quick jabs, forcing him to back up. She presses on harder, adjusting one of the attacks to come up at the last second and strike him solidly under the chin. His head snaps back, and he stumbles away a couple steps. Betty is smirking on the inside, but she forces her face to remain impassive.
Jay rubs his chin with a thoughtful look.
"Guess I will have to take you seriously." He dashes forward and whips out his hand.
She ducks in shock, the blow ruffling her hair as it passes over her head. She looks down to see his knee heading for her face. She lurches to the side, barely avoiding the second attack. She kicks out at him, but he sidesteps it and counters with a kick of his own. It connects with her side, sending her stumbling. She struggles to regain her balance, spinning to prepare for an oncoming attack. She's shocked to find Jay waiting patiently for her to regain her balance. Her eyes narrow.
"You fight honorably."
Jay laughs.
"Is that what you think?" he asks. He shakes his head in mirth, brown eyes snapping with a vast amount of hidden potential. Betty has to force down a shudder. "Director dear, you're not worth fighting dirty with. It would end much too quickly and I wouldn't get a chance to study your style of fighting."
She gapes, the man having seemingly disappeared. She jerks violently when he whispers in her ear.
"If you truly wish to see me fight, you better work on becoming more of a threat. Otherwise, you're simply another simpering body among the masses that will ultimately fall beneath my feet."
How the hell did he get there?!
She curses silently to herself, spinning around with a knee aimed for his kidney. By the time she turns around, he's no longer there. He gently taps her on the shoulder. Her heart leaps into her throat. She pivots around with her elbow held high, but he's not there again. She feels her frustration growing as she turns again.
He's standing a few feet away, grinning. He holds out his hands, as if asking "well?".
The Director frowns, trying to calm herself. Getting frustrated and angry would only hinder her capabilities. To be honest, she hadn't met this kind of challenge for a long time. It's like he's deliberately taunting her. Even Kim Possible hadn't given her such a challenge. Possible's style of fighting is completely different. When he had backed off when she was recovering her balance, she had briefly been reminded of Kim, but as soon as he showed up behind her without warning, she could feel the difference.
Jay is stalking her, playing with his prey. He's testing her out and wearing her down. She can tell by his confident smirk that he isn't pulling out all the guns. He's waiting. He's saving whatever he has hidden for later. Betty readjusts her stance. It's more then likely he's saving it for a future surprise. Either way, it isn't looking good.
She leaps forward, kicking out at his head. He catches the foot and flings it aside. Betty rolls in the air with the momentum, twisting around to land in a crouch. She springs at him, hands moving in a blur. Jay's eyes sparkle slightly. He notes the sudden increase in speed and accuracy of the Director's attacks. He takes care to block all of her swift attacks, keeping a careful eye on the woman in case she'll pull another unexpected stunt.
"Shit!"
Jay looks away from Betty when he hears Mania's shout. He spots her holding her side and glaring down at a frightened agent. He's holding a pistol in his shaking hand, eyes wide as he stares at Mania. Mania is clutching her side, and he can see some blood seeping between her fingers.
"Mania, love, are you losing?" he teases. He can tell by her face that the bullet had only grazed her.
She shoots him a dark glare.
"Like HELL I would lose to such a pathetic excuse of a human being!" she growls. She strikes the agent in the chin with a kick. The man is thrown up into the air. When he lands, he doesn't get back up. Mania glances at her wound and rolls her eyes. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a square patch about the size of her palm. She slaps it over the wound and moodily searches for a new victim.
WHACK!
Jay is sent flying to the side. He plants his hands on the ground and flips into a crouch. He stares at the Director a moment, wiping away the blood from his split lip. He lifts a dark eyebrow.
"Not paying enough attention to you, is that it?" he taunts. "Seems you're feeling left out. We must remedy that."
Dr. Director's smirk fades as she sees the fire in his eyes.
He lunges at her, taking her completely by surprise. She blocks his punch to her face, and it feels like someone had struck her arms with a metal bat. He lashes out with a kick, catching her in the gut. She coughs and backs away. He follows with a roundhouse kick then a sidekick. She barely manages to deflect them, and her arms start going numb. She winces as he lands a sound kick to her ribs. She flies through the air and barely manages to recover from her roll to fall into a defensive crouch.
Jay glances at his watch. He frowns.
"Hey!" he bellows over his shoulder. "Time's up! We have another appointment to attend to!"
The others immediately fall back. He looks down at the Director.
"Already on the run?" she asks, part of her brain screaming at her that it's stupid to provoke the man. He had obviously overtaken her AND her entire agency.
"Not to worry Director, we're not done with you yet." He stalks forward, and he pins her down under his brown eyed gaze. She's horrified that she can't make her body move just because how he's looking at her. She doesn't see his hand move. Just as her world goes black, she hears him speak. "Consider this a hello."