Bad Moon Rising
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A Kim Possible fanfic.
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When the deal goin' down and you gonna take your chance
There's always just a mystery that locks you in a trance
No matter what the future brings you're booked, and lawd you're bound
Be steppin' softly when you know the deal is goin' down
Deal Going Down, ZZ Top
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By Zombie Boy.
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Chapter Ten.
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It had been a week and a half since the Major (the name that she and Ron had taken to using in reference to the visitor they'd had the night of Ron's visit to his parents) had made his offer and they had accepted it, with some reservations.
Shego herself had the most out of the two of them. Mainly it was because her cabin was her metaphorical fortress that no one was supposed to know about. She had invested quite a bit of time and energy into acquiring the property through a front and then setting up a nice convoluted web shell purchases so that no one could trace who owned it.
The cabin itself was off the grid, with it's own (albeit illegal) mini reactor and well, there was a remote communications link twenty miles away for contact with the outside world, any mail she got in relation to the name on the deed was delivered to a PO Box in town.
So coming home and finding a quiet, soft spoken man who exuded an aura of being the most alpha male of alpha males, and was there to make a job offer from a secret society dedicated to protecting the US- well, it was a bit unsettling, to say the least.
When the Major had left, he said that the group he represented would be in touch and not to go anywhere, that statement combined with the reasons above had did wonders for her nerves.
Not helping was the fact that her powers were still on the fritz, and to top it off shortly after breakfast that morning she had barely made it to the bathroom before voiding the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet.
The one bright spot was that she Ron there to help 'relieve' her stress.
So she was sitting on the couch, debating on whether or not to grab Ron for another session when the computer terminal in the living room trilled and announced in a synthesized copy of her mothers voice that there was an incoming call from an unknown source.
"Hello?" she asked hesitantly when she answered.
"Miss Goizargi?" a distorted electronic voice on the other end asked.
"It's Shego." she said, frowning in annoyance.
"Sorry." the Voice said. "Anyways. You and Stoppable need to be in the restaurant at the Flying Bear Truck Stop by two thirty. Look for the tiger."
"What?" Shego asked. "Are you on drugs?"
"Just be there. You'll understand soon enough." the Voice responded, then hung up.
"I-" Shego started, then glared at the screen which was reading 'connection lost'. "Âne ." (ass) she muttered.
Turning on her heel, she went to go find Ron.
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Sitting at his desk, Drakken couldn't help but smile as he browsed the web looking through the hysteria on the Sicarius clones little excursion had caused. All over the web, there was chaos, panic, disorder- and they were just getting started.
"Speaking of which..." Drakken thought, and minimized his browser.
A few mouse clicks later, he had the spreadsheet for his next plan up and was perusing it.
"Okay..." he thought. "Good thing Three bought it the way she did. That'll come in handy..."
Pushing himself away from his terminal, he rolled his chair across to the other side of the office to the cloning tank controls and kicked it out of sleep mode. A few quick commands later, there was the subtle rumble of pumps with the rush of liquid as the cloning tanks began to fill.
That done, he pushed himself back over to his computer.
"Doctor?"
Drakken looked up and saw Sicarius had stuck her head in the door.
"Yeah?" he asked.
"Are you making new clones?" she asked.
"Yeah." Drakken said again. "I'm making updated copies of Three. It's part of the plan for the next job."
"Oh." Sicarius said, then frowned as a thought crossed her mind. "How am I going designate them?" she asked.
Drakken paused for a second and gave it some thought. She had posed a very good question.
"Use a subset." he suggested. "basically, go clone number- in this case, three, followed a version number, one, finishing with the unit number, one, two, three, and so on."
Sicarius took a moment to absorb the information, then nodded. "Okay." she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Drakken said as he went back to work.
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Ron and Shego walked into the Flying Bear Truck Stop at two nineteen PM, and paused as they looked around for their contact.
"You see him?" Shego asked as she scanned the restaurant. "The guy said 'look for the tiger-'"
"There." Ron said, pointing.
Shego followed his finger and her eyes nearly popped out of her skull, for there was a large tiger seated at a table with a man who had close cropped blonde hair.
"Ron." Shego said as they stood there staring.
"Yeah?" Ron asked.
"Is it me, or is there a large bipedal tiger seated at a booth with a man, drinking coffee and eating a cheeseburger, and that no one seems to have noticed?"
Ron pursed his lips in thought for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah." he said.
"Dammit." Shego said and rubbed her forehead. "I hoping that I was hallucinating."
"Well, it's not the worst thing I've ever seen..." Ron said.
Shego nodded. "Well, let's go." she said.
They threaded their way across the restaurant to the table where the man and his tiger sat. As they approached, the man looked up.
"You're early." he said cheerfully.
Shego shrugged. "I always try to be early. Makes a good impression." she said as she pulled out a chair. "Whats with your friend?" she asked, nodding in the direction of the tiger.
"Oh." the man said, glancing briefly at the feline who was waving hello. "This is my associate, Hobbes.
You may call me The Prince."
"The Prince?" Ron asked as Shego arched an eyebrow.
"Bit of a Machiavelli fan?" she asked.
The man gave her another smile. "Something like that." he said. "Anyways, down to business. I am to be your contact. Your assignments will come from me, and you'll report to me. If I am not available, my associate here will be able to assist you."
Hobbes smiled and took another bite of his cheeseburger.
"We'll be giving you intel and any resources relating to your assignment, and you can request any additional resources or intel- within reason, of course." The Prince continued.
"Of course." Shego echoed. "Do you guys mind how we do our assignments?"
"Generally, no." the man answered. "We prefer as quietly as possible though."
Shego nodded. "Not my usual method, but I'll see what I can do." she said.
"If you need any pointers, you can ask your associate there." The Prince said, pointing a finger at Ron.
Shego turned her head and gave Ron a questioning look. "Care to explain, sidekick?" she asked. ""cause, no offense, you're not the person I have in mind when it comes to subtle."
Ron stared at her blankly for a second, then his face brightened as the answer to Shego's question clicked in his mind.
"Oh!" he said. "The Yamanuchi!"
"The who?" Shego asked.
"The Yamanuchi." Ron repeated. "They're the ninja clan I'm part of."
Shego put on an incredulous face. "You're a ninja? You? A guy who can't go an hour without his pant's falling down?"
"Shego, think about all of the times I've disabled or sabotaged Drakken's schemes." Ron said.
"I-" Shego began, then stopped as she replayed various events in her mind. "Wait a minute. All the times you- gorramit, you were never really caught, were you?"
"Nope." Ron said with a grin.
"If you were capable of escaping, why didn't you?" she asked.
Ron shrugged. "You never seemed to check for Rufus, so, I figured why reveal that I was more capable than I was letting on?"
"Gyaah..."
The man known as The Prince smirked in amusement as Shego thumped her head on the table. "Anyways, as I was saying- you have considerable leeway in how you execute your assignments. Which brings me to you guy's first one." he said, and reached into his shirt pocket to withdraw a USB key. "This has some of our leads on where Drakken may be operating out of. It also has contact information on it.
Proceed however you feel, but keep in contact. This is a very high priority mission anything you find may be time sensitive, understand?"
Ron and Shego nodded, and the man slid the key across the table to Shego.
"There anything else you want us to know?" Shego asked as she took the key.
The Prince shook his head. "No. If anything comes up, we'll call you."
"Thanks." Shego said sarcastically as she pushed herself away from the table.
As she and Ron got up to leave Hobbes cleared his throat. "Oh, by the way, congratulations." he said, nodding at her.
"Thank you..." Shego said, puzzled at what, exactly, the tiger congratulating her for.
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"That was weird." Ron commented under his breath when they were out of earshot.
"Yeah..." Shego said distractedly, There was something about how he had said it that was nagging at her...
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It wasn't until they were outside and halfway to the truck that Shego realized that Hobbes had been nodding at her midsection, and a lot of things suddenly fell into place.
"Mère Mary… " Shego thought, and swallowed nervously. "Ah, Ron, we're gonna be making a slight detour on the way back."
"What for?" Ron asked, jarred out of his thoughts by Shego's statement.
"I gotta pick up something." Shego answered, keeping her answer deliberately vague. "Nothing major. I'll be in and out in a sec. You won't even have to leave the truck."
"Oh, okay." Ron said, an went back to whatever it was he had been thinking about.
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Shutting the door to his rental, Calvin dug into his pocket and took out his cellphone. Tapping the screen, he thumbed through the menu briefly before finding the entry he was looking for and selected it.
Putting the phone to his ear, he started the car and buckled up as it rang.
"Connecting..." a synthesized female voice said, then there was a beep followed by an electronic warble as the encryption synched.
"Keeper of the Keys." a distorted voice said.
"This is The Prince." Calving replied, his habit of using his code name whenever he was conversing over a telecommunications line kicking in. "The rabbits are running, but there are complications."
"Acknowledged, Prince." Keeper said. "Elaborate please."
Checking his mirrors, Calvin put the car in reverse and began to back out. "Guicciardini believes that the black rabbit is going to be unavailable for field work for the next three quarters of a year."
There was silence on the other end for a moment as The Keeper of the Keys digested what he had said. Then he spoke.
"Acknowledged, Prince. You and Guicciardini report back for immediate detailed debrief." Keeper said.
"Copy that, Keeper. See you there." Calvin acknowledged before hanging up.
"You think he'll believe me?" Hobbes asked from his position in the passenger seat.
Calvin nodded as he put the car into overdrive. "He should." he said. "But he is going to want proof. Something more than your sense of smell."
"Any idea on how we're going to do that?" Hobbes asked.
Calvin shrugged as he began to drive towards the exit. "We'll think of something." he said.
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Evans slapped the handset back into its receiver and frowned. If what Cpl Machiavelli- AKA the Prince- had told him, then Shego was going to be out of action for a while. And that meant that they were going to have to do some revisions, because their plans currently accounted for both of them being capable of doing fieldwork.
"Nothing ever goes to plan..." he muttered and rubbed his eyes. "Speaking of which, I really need to get those two assigned some code names..."
Taking a sip of his coffee, Evans set to work.
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"Why are you so quiet?"
Ron was jolted out of his musings by Shego's question and shook his head to clear it before he answered.
"Been thinking." he said.
"About what?" Shego asked, drumming her fingers on the wheel as they sat waiting for the light to change.
"Mr and Mrs Dr P." Ron answered.
"Who?" Shego asked after a moments hesitation.
"Kim's parents." Ron explained.
"What about them?" Shego asked as the light turned green. "About fucking time..." she muttered under her breath as she let the clutch out.
"I've been thinking that I should call them." Ron said. "You know, let them know that I'm alive. They're as much a part of my family as KP is..."
"Oh." Shego said. "I'm sure they be glad to hear from you- though I don't think you should tell them about us."
Ron got a pained look on his face and thumped himself on the fore head. "Crap! I hadn't thought of that!" he said.
Shego couldn't help but smile in amusement at Ron's antics. "So what were you thinking about?" she asked.
"I was thinking about how the hell I explain to them how I fucked up and let Drakken get Kim." Ron said darkly.
"Oh." Shego said. "What brought on this little bit of melancholy?"
"That guy and his tiger friend." Ron said. "It reminded me of how Wade used to brief KP and I. Once we got out of the restaurant, I couldn't help thinking about it..."
"I see." Shego said as she turned a corner. "And I suppose you want to go over to her house this evening and have a heart to heart with hr family, right?"
"Not really, but I really don't have much choice in the matter, do I?" Ron asked rhetorically as Shego made another turn, this time into the parking lot of a pharmacy. "What're we stopping here for?" he asked.
Shego felt a brief moment of panic as the reason for her visit shouted itself through her mind. "Ahh- girl stuff." she said.
Ron blinked a couple of times, then shuddered. "Oh." he said. "Right. Girl stuff. Say no more. Please."
"Hey, I don't like this any more than you do." Shego said with a scowl as she parked. "Watch the truck, will ya?"
"Sure." Ron said.
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One small indiscreet box later, they were back on their way back to the cabin.
"Hey." Ron said as way of getting Shego's attention.
"What?" Shego asked.
"You know how I want to call Mr and Mrs Dr P?" Ron asked.
Shego nodded, keeping her eyes on the road. "Yeah. I remember you mentioning it." she said. "You figured out what you're gonna say?"
"I think so." Ron said with a sigh. "But I realized something."
"What?" Shego asked.
"I need their cell numbers." Ron explained. "So I need to call my parents."
Shego arched an eyebrow and glanced over at him. "Can't you operate a phone?" she asked.
Ron scowled slightly. "Yeah." he replied. "But the problem is, I never gave my parents the number to the phone that Dave gave me."
"And?" Shego asked, the unspoken request for more information hanging in the air.
"My parent's have probably got their numbers." Ron elaborated. "But I never gave them the number to the cell that Dave gave me. And it they don't recognize the number on the caller ID, they don't answer it."
"Oh." Shego said, then scowled as a thought occurred to her. "We're gonna have to go back to their place again, aren't we?"
Ron nodded. "Yeah." he said. "Sometime in the next couple of days, anyways."
"Still working up the courage to call them?" asked Shego.
Ron nodded. "Yeah." he repeated.
"Well, while you're working up the courage to call the cheerleaders parents, you can help me by going over those leads that the tiger man gave us." Shego said.
"Okay." Ron said.
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With a click of his mouse Drakken attached the last of the files to the e-mail he was composing and then clicked "send". He then leaned back in his chair with a very smug, satisfied, smile.
"You look happy doctor." Sicarius commented as she entered into the room. "Are the clones progressing well?"
"Yeah, they're fine." Drakken said, waving his hand in the general direction of the clones. "I just sent an e-mail." he added.
"An e-mail?"asked Sicarius. "To who?"
Drakken's smile got an evil edge to it. "A reporter." he said. "Specifically, a scum sucking, bottom dwelling, soulless, complete bastard of a reporter who would fuck over his own children to get a story."
Sicarius blinked, then nodded. "So you sent an e-mail to a tabloid reporter." she said.
Drakken snorted in amusement. "Oh, hell no." he said. "They've got standards."
That answer confused her. "So who did you..." she asked.
Drakkens smile got even more evil. "The New York Times." he said.
"Oh." said Sicarius. "And what did you send them?"
"Nothing much." Drakken explained. "Just some photographic and video evidence of Anne and Jame's younger days."
"Ohhh..." Sicarius said, nodding in understanding as to what Drakken was doing. "And you're sure that they'll publish it?" she asked.
"They should." Drakken said. "I included photos of them at a Republican Party fundraiser. If it's one thing almost everyone in the news media has these days, it's almost Pavlovian hatred of the right."
"Oh." was all that Sicarius said.
"Anyways." Drakken said, turning around in his chair to face Sicarius. "What brings you in here?"
"Dinner is ready." she said. "It's bacon wrapped kielbasa with grilled vegetables."
"Mmm..." Drakken said as he got out of his chair. "Just like Mom used to make."
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Ron sat alone at the kitchen table, a laptop in front of him.
"Man, there is a lot of stuff for us to go through here." he thought to himself. "It's gonna take us forever to go through them all. Too bad there isn't a way for us to narrow it down..."
"MERDE!"
Ron jerked his head up in surprise at Shego's outburst. Furrowing his brow, he was about to call out to Shego to see if she was alright when her next outburst answered his question for him.
"STOPPABLE!"
Ron felt the first stirrings of panic in the back of his brain when he heard the tone in Shego's voice. He'd heard that tone before- usually from Barkin, when he'd royally screwed up. Hastily he conducted a quick mental audit of his recent activities that could have provoked Shego's rage like this and came up empty.
What ever it was, all he knew is that she had stepped out to use the bathroom and now from the sound of it she was about to ready to commit murder- he paused for a second.
"I aimed and put the toilet seat down, right?" he asked himself, then nodded. "Yeah, I know I did." he added.
Any further line of thought, however, was cut off when he heard Shego stomping down the hall to the kitchen. Ron was about to hurl himself out the nearest window when Shego appeared in the kitchen doorway, pissed beyond belief.
"A-aaah, Shego, calm down, whatever I did I apologize-"
Shego was remarkably fast, Ron realized, for in the blink of an eye she had launched herself at him and the next thing he knew he was flat on his back with her on top of him, with her hands wrapped around his throat.
" ¡USTED HIJO QUE COGE DE UNA PUTA!" she screamed, banging his head against the floor on every word "¡USTED ME GOLPEÓ PARA ARRIBA!"
"W-what?" Ron croaked out/
"¡USTED ME GOLPEÓ PARA ARRIBA!" Shego repeated, squeezing tighter.
"Can't...understand...what...you're...saying... going...to...black...out..." Ron wheezed as he started to turn blue.
Shego stared at him for a couple of seconds, her right eye twitching before she relented and released the stranglehold she had on his neck.
"I said..." Shego said after taking a calming breath "That you knocked me up, you sonofabitch."
Ron stared at her blankly for a second, then his eyes bugged out in shock. "What?" he asked.
"You heard me." Shego growled.
"Are you sure-"
"YES." Shego said with a growl.
At this point the logical part of Ron's mind was about to point out that Shego was the one who had seduced him, but his self preservation instinct kicked in and gave his logical side a right hook.
"S-so now what?" Ron asked.
"Well..." Shego began. "The first thing is, if you think that we're going to go our separate ways after we kill Drakken, think again. I am not raising this thing by myself." she continued, pointing at her belly.
"And the other thing?" Ron asked.
Shego smirked. "We're gonna go out to Go City." Shego replied. "You're gonna get to meet my family. Papa is going just thrilled to meet you..."
Ron gulped in fear.
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Authors Note: And once again I hit Ron and Shego with something out of left field.
Also, to any Spanish speaking readers, I apologize about the grammar Shego's cussing. I only know English and I was translating her dialog by using Babelfish.
As always, please review.
ZB out.