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Kim Possible: Origins

By LJ58

12

Ron moved through the shadows with ease.

What he had found so far boggled his mind.

The fact he felt like he was way in over his head, again, almost had him flashing back to pre-Lorwardian days when he was a lucky bumbler at best. Or so most saw him. Even with all his skills, he still felt a little anxious about what he was getting into here.

Infiltrating the bad guy's lair was one thing.

Breaking into the actual Pentagon was something else.

Especially when he realized that what he sought was under the Pentagon, in labs so secret that even most of the employees up top didn't realize they were here. In fact, only the people that worked in them, or gave the commands to those workers, knew the labs existed. They truly were top secret.

Which was why it took Ron almost a full twenty minute of slipping around in shadows to find the entrance to the underground facilities. Naturally, the only way down, and in, was a ventilation shaft. He wondered if someone actually put that in some building contract somewhere when they built these places.

Lairs, his more cynical mind supplied as he eased around a corner, tossed a ball of soft putty at a camera, and covered its entire lens. He ran down the hall, trailing a string, and when he was around the next corner, jerked the small, formless blob back, and quickly wound the string up as he pulled the innocuous tool back to him.

He took a deep breath, listening the sound of boots coming his way. He blended into the shadows, and waited. The boots kept going.

He slowly let his breath out, his senses attuned to the otherwise silent corridors around him.

All his sources had brought him here. The men questioned not long ago mentioned Mr. Gray. Sparrow named him, too, he recalled.

He had a brief shiver as he wondered if he should have left her in his jet parked in the shadows beyond the capital. True, she remained bound to her seat, and his auto-defenses were on inside his hidden transport, but he doubted that she had survived, innocent as she seemed, by being helpless. He still wasn't sure the scared victim façade wasn't just an act.

Just now, he couldn't do anything about her. There had been no time to leave her with anyone else. No time to find someplace else to safely stash her. His source had suggested if he didn't move, and move fast, the mastermind he expected to find might be gone before he could reach him.

Still, something about this whole…..sitch…..stank. Badly.

As he used to tell Kim, it felt wrong. Very wrong.

"Bad road," he murmured, and glanced around another corner.

Still, if he could find the truth, he had to try. They were still fighting blind, and even the best warrior could not win if he didn't have an enemy to strike down. He had to find out who was in the shadows, and drag them into the light.

It was the only way to beat this madness.

No sounds at all reached his ears now, so he moved quickly, heading for the hall that led to the apparent lab where the truth would be found. He paused, frowning at the plate on the office door to his left.

D. Spare?

Why did that sound familiar?

He had not seen Gray on any plates.

He only saw a few officers names.

This one didn't even have a rank. Just the name.

D. Spare.

Where had he heard that one?

D. Spare.

His eyes narrowed as he had a flash of insight.

One of the men that had tried to question during that Pacific island fiasco before one of his own killed him had said something. He died echoing a single word.

He had thought he had been telling him to 'despair.' He kept echoing what sound liked that word.

What if he were actually saying…..?

He forgot the lab, and deftly broke into the office.

He moved into the dark room, and headed right for the desk. He was still checking drawers when the lights suddenly came on.

"It took you long enough," a voice drawled, its cold tone sending chills down as two familiar figures stepped into the office with a lean, older man in a dark gray suit.

"Mr. Gray, I presume," he said as he ignored the man's companions. "Or do I call you D. Spare?"

"Call me Death, Mr. Stoppable," the man said, then gestured at the pair with him. "Girls. Kill Mr. Stoppable for me."

The cold expressions almost matched his own as he steeled himself.

This, he knew, was going to be a real fight as the pair moved in tandem to bracket him.

His eyes glittered blue as he prepared to literally fight for his life.

KP

The Roth landed just beside the small jet hidden in the forest just outside town.

"We're too late," Kim said, staring at the single figure in the cockpit.

"She has to know where he went," Shego said, and jumped out of the car, heading for the jet.

"Wait," Kim shouted. "Ron's jet has the same security I do."

Shego wisely stopped cold a few feet from the silent mini-jet.

The girl inside just stared at them with wide eyes.

She kept nodding her head even as Kim was starting to use her Kimmunicator to open the jet up when she got the message.

"Shego, down," she shouted, and rolled out of the way even as something slammed into the ground where she had been standing.

Shego rolled away, too, barely dodging what proved to be a potentially lethal strike as a thick, iron post from a nearby fence landed where she had been standing seconds before.

"What the hell," the green-skinned woman howled.

"Subjects: Kim Possible. Arianna Watterson. current threat: minimal," one of the five Bebes coming out of the shadowed forest declared.

"Oh, snap," Shego groaned. "Not these freaks."

"You're kidding me," Kim groaned, eyeing the five androids. "Again? What do I have to do to get rid of you?"

"Bebes are perfect," they all crooned. "Bebes are Immortal. Kim Possible….is not."

"Kill her," another spoke up.

"Subject: Code-Name Sparrow. Threat, moderate. Terminate," another Bebe droned as it walked near the jet.

"No," Kim hissed, and pointed her Kimmunicator at the jet.

The android sparked, staggered, and fell back as it tried to climb into the jet's cockpit. It didn't stop.

The stylized head swiveled, digital eyes narrowing on the Kimmunicator Kim wore on her wrist now, and started to hyper-speed her way.

Even as a burst of plasma erupted in the android's face as Shego intercepted the robot.

"They aren't slowing down," Shego told Kim as the women battled the robots, holding them back, but not beating them. "Any ideas."

"Their carrier wave is different than before. I can't jam it," she said, tumbling away from two, and almost rolling into a third.

"So, brute force?"

"Works for me," Kim agreed, and jerked up the steel post that almost impaled her, and turned in a graceful arch that somehow caught one of the androids in the side of its head.

Before it could retaliate, Kim rushed forward, using her momentum to drive the spiked pole through the metal skull, and pining it to a tree.

"One down," she grinned.

"Show off," Shego complained, and launched plasma at a Bebe trying to grab her.

"Illogical," a Bebe commented as it tried to rush her, and missed again. "Kim Possible is not this fast."

"Not this strong," another commented.

"Current assessment is faulty. New data required."

The four surviving Bebes shared a silent glance, then turned and bolted into the night.

Even as they did, Shego gasped as one paused, snatched up another fence post, and hurled it at the jet. Aimed pointedly at the staring Sparrow.

"Shego," she shouted, and Shego blasted the metal post to make two pieces of it, and destroying its deadly trajectory.

Which kept her from giving chase to the androids.

"That was….devious. Even for them," Kim murmured.

"Someone has definitely been busy getting upgrades," Shego agreed. "But they still didn't realize you were improving."

"Or someone didn't tell them. You noticed they recognized Sparrow."

"Something tells me she knows more than she's told us. She got the higher danger level."

Kim merely nodded as she opened the cockpit.

"Where's Ron," she demanded of the wide-eyed girl. "Where did he go?"

The girl stared at her, unable to believe what she had just seen.

"You….saved my life."

"Where….is…..Ron," she demanded.

"Pentagon. The Aerie is under it," she told her without hesitating. "But if they came here, he may be in trouble. I think they were expecting us. Or….you."

"Goes without saying," Shego grumbled.

"Let's go," she said, and pulled Sparrow out of the jet.

"Go?"

"I'm not wasting any more time. You're taking us right to your boss. Now."

She looked beyond scared now, but she didn't argue.

Kim delayed only long enough to lock down the jet again, just in case, and then led the girl to her car. They climbed in, and Kim went airborne as she flew fast and low right for the Pentagon even as she cloaked the vehicle rather than try to argue with anyone paying attention to radar that night.

Ten minutes later, they were entering a secret lift that took them past the main floors, and down under the military stronghold.

They stepped out into a real firefight.

"Down," Kim shouted even as she raised her force field as her new battle-suit flowed from the nannites housing of her new Kimmunicator. Outside the lift doors, dozens upon dozens of rounds were being fired as men shouted, screamed, and fell silent.

"Better step away, girls," Shego hissed. "I'm about to heat things up," she told them even as she was raising her own temperature as she prepared to meet any bullets that might get around Kim's shields It was a trick she had learned a long time ago, and had kept her alive when she learned she could superheat the air around her enough to melt any bullet that might get too close.

"Stay behind us," she told Sparrow. "But tell me which way to turn if necessary," she said, and ran toward the three Marines firing at something in the hall around the next corner. One of them had seen the lift doors open, and had simply opened fire the moment they parted.

She slammed into the soldier, and dropped him with a quick combination punch. She then lay out the other two, and turned to see Ron all but literally bouncing off the walls as three Bebes kept trying to grab him, or overpower him.

"Shego! More Bebes!"

Even as she spoke three more Bebes came out of a lab, and headed right for them.

Just before all six stopped, seemed to be studying her, and then turned, and sped away in the opposite direction.

"What is going on," Ron sputtered as he spotted them. "KP, you're not supposed to be here."

"Neither are those Bebes, but that's the second time we…."

"Never mind. Gray is General Spare, and he's planning something big enough that he wanted to kill me over it. He went in there," he pointed to a sealed door.

"Allow me," Shego smirked, walking over to the door, to use her glowing right fist to smash.

Even as they looked into the dimly lit chamber filled to overflowing with computers and enigmatic equipment, they heard a telltale sound they had all heard before.

"Time to bail," Ron shouted as he shoved them back, and they all ran for the lift.

They had barely started up after they piled into the lift when the entire foundation seemed to shake as something exploded.

"Lair," he grumbled as they spilled out into the night air a few moments later, coughing as escaping smoke rose through the shaft. "I knew it was a lair."

"You said Mr. Gray is really General Spare," Kim asked.

"We met. He said hello, and then had the robot girls attack me. When I dropped one, three more showed up. Every time I dropped one, three more….."

"We had five attack us. Then suddenly run off. They knew Sparrow," Kim told him.

"Really," he frowned back at the still bound girl whose arms were pinned at her sides.

"They tried to kill her."

"Really," he echoed. "Makes you wonder why," he said, eyeing the pale girl that looked very uneasy.

"It's obvious," Shego growled. "She knows more than she's said. And, girlie, you'd better fess up," she said as they headed for the Roth. "Because they obviously just signed your retirement papers. So, I'd say your best chance is with us if you plan on hanging around for the finale."

"All I know is….. Mr. Gray was helping the Bebes build something they called the Hive. It was….a big part of whatever he plans. I'm not sure what, or where. Even we never got told everything. I do know some other general was involved, and he was…..very upset when Mr. Stoppable got in the way. It was…on that island where you stopped the nukes."

"But GJ shut that complex down. There was nothing else…."

"Or that was what they told you," Shego told him.

"Do you remember where the island was located," Kim asked.

"I still have the coordinates," Ron nodded.

"We should check it out. Because I'm betting Mr. Gray isn't going to be around here for us to….."

"Miss Possible," a man shouted through a bullhorn even as lights erupted all around them. "You and your friends throw down your weapons, step away from the vehicle, and put your hands up."

"Snap," Shego murmured, staring at the bright lights that now betrayed that a full platoon of soldiers now surrounded them.

Not police. Men in fatigues, with automatic weapons.

"We got played," Ron grumbled.

Kim eyed them.

"We can't fight the army," Ron told her.

"I'm going to auto-start the Roth. The moment the doors open, get inside," she told them.

"Kim," Shego growled.

"Don't worry. I'm right behind you. I just need a little….distraction," she smiled as she tapped her Kimmunicator, and the sounds of door locks popping open sounded.

Then Kim turned, and yelled, "Why are you trying to arrest us? We're hunting the real terrorist…..!"

"Possible, breaking into a secured government facility is a crime. Even for you. Your destructive antics are not welcome…"

"Auto-stealth," she said, and she, and the Roth, which now contained her three companions, all vanished.

"Open fire," someone shouted almost in the same instant.

Even as they did, the Roth was already rising into the air, Kim behind the wheel.

"Someone really does want us dead," Shego murmured. "But why did the robo-bimbos bail if that is true?"

"I've been thinking about that," she told them as Kim set a course, and headed for Ron's jet. "I think they were talking to someone. Remember I told you I couldn't jam their frequency, because they had changed the wireless band? Well, I couldn't hack it, but I could detect it, and there was a lot of activity on it."

"So, someone told them to leave," Ron asked from the backseat next to Sparrow.

"That's my guess."

"So, island," Shego asked.

"If they are there, we can use the same frequency search to see if the same band is active there. See," she pointed at a flashing beacon on her dash. "It's here, too, but it's fading. The Bebes are all leaving the area."

"Going where," Shego murmured.

"That is a very good question," Ron agreed as they neared the spot where he parked his jet.

"Keep going," Shego hissed, seeing the smoldering ruin that still burned below them.

"Wade is going to be pissed," Ron predicted, staring down at a ring of soldiers around what used to be his jet.

"Goes without saying," Kim agreed. "Ron. We need those coordinates. Then I'll update Wade, and hope he can find something we can use."

"Ah, they were in my jet's computer."

"Great."

"Dr. Director knows the place, though. Remember, GJ did the cleanup. Or they were supposed to have cleaned it up."

"Only we can't risk an open channel just now," Kim murmured. "I get the feeling the minute we show, we're going to have more attention than we want."

"So what is the plan," Shego asked, looking a bit uneasy.

"I'm calling Wade. He can figure out how to contact Betty, and maybe get the directions. In the meantime….."

"Kim!"

Wade's literal shout over her Kimmunicator almost startled her to the point she jumped.

"Wade, what's the sitch? Is something….?"

"Trouble! Big trouble," he exclaimed. "In Middleton!"

"We're on the way," she said, and banked the Roth as she floored the throttle, and opened up her boosters.

KP

"Anybody seen anything?"

"A few buzzards. A couple of robins, and not much else," Crash reported from his own vantage point, the three having split up to better survey the town. "No sign of bird boy."

"Maybe he's laying low since the shootout with the cops at the Robinson's place?"

"With luck, one of them tagged him," Burn muttered sourly.

"We're not that lucky. He's out there. And he is probably planning something twisted."

"Agreed," Dash radioed. "However, we may have another issue."

"What is it?"

"I see…..well, a bunch of fembots heading up the main road toward town. And I mean a bunch of them," Dash said.

"Fembots," Burn sniggered. "Isn't that a bit….?"

"They're Bebes," Crash shouted. "Drakken's machines. At least fifty coming in on my side. And they look like they're moving to surround the entire town!"

"Radio HQ, and get us some damn backup," Dash demanded.

"No can do. Something is jamming all our broadcast channels," Crash reported. "I can't get anything out."

"How about in?"

"What?"

"Wade's out there somewhere. Call him!"

"Right," Crash agreed with his companion as he sank lower where he was hidden atop a roof overlooking the main street as dozens of those eerie looking robots marched past him. "I'll try sending…."

"Crash," Burn called when he suddenly fell silent.

There was the sound of a shout, then an explosion, and Burn risked looking out the window in the direction of the mall where Crash was located.

Something was burning.

Something big.

"Emergency beacons," he told Dash. "The kid has to pick them up if we crank the juice. Start them, and bail. I think those metal bimbos are tracking us by our coms."

"Got it," Dash replied, and switched on the beacon before tossing it down, and running from the slope overlooking the back road into town where he was hiding.

Even as he moved, something impacted with the massive tree he had been using for shelter, and splinters flew everywhere.

He never felt the debris that struck him in the head, driving him into darkness. He never saw the dozens of robots march past his limp, bleeding body, and head directly into town.

To Be Continued…