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Kim Possible: Super-Girl
By LJ58
13
"Ron," Shego shouted as she burst into the Stoppable house.
A fact made easier since there was no front door. And part of the frame was missing, too.
It looked like a bulldozer had plowed right through the foyer, and into the main living room. She ran for the room ahead, and skidded to a stop, staring at Ron as he leaned over a man in some kind of weird armor that looked as if it had been beaten with a dozen sledgehammers.
"Whoa," Shego muttered, catching sight of the smiling little girl who sat on top of three men in night camouflage piled atop one another. All three unconscious, bound, and gagged.
"Hi, Shego," Hanna beamed. "Come to join the fun? If you are, you're late?"
"The boys weren't sure if you could manage…."
The dull, thudding echo from down the block suddenly cut her off, and she looked back the way she had come.
"Sounds like the boys may need help," Ron said, his eyes still glittering blue as he looked up, letting the battered armor-wearer fall from his hands as the man's head bounced off the broken coffee table to bounce again when he hit the floor.
Only then did Shego catch sight of the nearby helmet. Or part of it, since it looked as if it had been bisected by something very sharp.
She looked back to the dazed poser, and shook her head.
"Tim said this is the Pentagon. Drake just played his trump card. Do we call Kimmie back?"
"No," Ron said, his eyes far more grim than she was used to seeing. "We show her that Team Possible still has her back, even when she's not here to hold our hands."
"Okay, that just sounded….. You know what? You're right. Let's show these posers how we do it old school," she grinned.
"Hanna, stay here, and watch the 'rents till the cops get here," he told her. "Then, get them over to the Possibles. It'll be safer there," he added, nodding at his pale mother, and his father who Ron guessed was mentally calculating expenses even as he glanced around.
"Sure thing, big bro," the little girl smiled happily, far from upset.
"And she's not on the team," Shego asked as they raced back toward the Possibles now, even as a second, thunderous impact hit the house down the block.
"She's still only eight. Mom put her foot down. No world-saving until she's at least sixteen. Preferably eighteen."
"Right," Shego drawled even as a third impact was heard even as they rounded a neighbor's high shrubs, and she and Ron stopped briefly to stare.
"Looks like they saved the big guns for the boys," she said, eyeing the powerfully built figure that had to be eight foot, if an inch pounding at the shimmering shield that held him off.
Around the house, over twenty men in black were held in containment fields, but even more were still coming.
"You take the lackeys. I got the muscle," Ron told her, his eyes starting to glow ever brighter as his aura flickered around his hands as he ran toward the man that didn't so much wear armor as he looked like he had skin with the texture of iron.
"Hold on, Ron. I think I know that guy," she said, eyeing the giant as he half turned, not yet seeing them, and bunched up his fists again.
"Him? I think I would have remembered him if he was hanging with the Henches," Ron told her.
"No. No. He's part of that attempt by the Brass to reboot the Suicide Squad. Remember Bane?"
"The muscle-head that went insane using that weird potion of his?"
"The same. This is what happens when you add that venom of Bane's to an already unstable shape-shifter," she told him. "They call him Dred, and he's completely nuts himself. He lives to slaughter, so watch him."
"No, I think he'd better watch me," he said, and turned away now to run right at the giant.
"It's Stoppable…!"
The first man to see him, and shout, was face-planted by a hard backhand even as he spoke. Even as the still free men turned to face the monkey ninja, they failed to see the pale woman leaping up to land almost directly behind them.
Until she started hammering them into the ground with as much ease as Ron had used on the first soldier.
"Monkey-man," Dred turned to growl at him in a voice like gravel. "I was wundrin' if I was gonna face someone tough."
"You're big," Ron said, looking up at his bulky eight feet of sinewy muscle. "But I've faced bigger."
"Not like me," Dred crowed, and hit Ron so fast, and so hard, he went flying into the next yard.
"Oh, yeah. He's got insane reflexes," Shego shouted as he went skidding along the yard.
"Now you tell me," Ron complained loudly as Dred turned to face her as he realized his backup was dwindling fast thanks to the Possible booby-traps, and the unexpected showing of the two he now faced.
For by then, Ron was back up, and sprinting back towards him.
"I said Bane's cousin, right? Super-strong. Super-fast. Duh!"
"Let's see how fast you are, traitor," Dred snarled, and swung a huge fist at her.
She jumped up over it, landed on his shoulder, and snapped a kick into his ear before tumbling away.
"Pretty fast," Shego smirked, but had to duck when the falling man sent a big foot flashing her way.
"That was dirty," Shego spat, then summoned a distinctive shimmering energy that grew from her very hands as she grinned, "So, let's play!"
"Down," Ron shouted, even as he leapt, and snapped a flying kick at one of the staggering men, sending him flying into a man about to shoot Shego in the back with a very ominous looking weapon.
"Play, huh," Dred grumbled as he regained his feet even as the sounds of sirens filled the air. "You grunts hold off the locals. I'll finish this one," he said, and squared off against the two staring up at him with expressions that made him want to really hurt them.
A lot.
"I'm gonna pound you shrimps," he howled, and charged Ron.
Who began to glow blue, barking at Shego, "Go high," even as he leapt at the big man's legs.
Shego was already running, preparing to jump even as Ron slammed into the big man's thick limbs, and incredibly swept them back, and up, driving Dred facedown into the soft grass as Shego came down, fists blazing, and slammed her hands into his face.
"Tag! You're it," she sneered as Dred reeled, and rolled away, screeching in pain as his hands covered his eyes.
"Shego!"
"Ah, he's tough. And he heals. The trick is to hurt him bad enough to make him want to quit. Otherwise…."
"I'm gonna kill you all," the giant roared, one hand clamped protectively over his seared face, the other swinging a huge fist wildly.
"Okay, so he heals?"
"Pretty much from anything. So far. At least, that's what I've heard," Shego admitted with a shrug. "I didn't know Drake was using this guy, though. He's usually reserved for the really bad guys that are bothering foreign operations."
"Well, let's show him why visiting Middleton is a bad idea," he said, starting to glow brighter himself even as the local law only then began to arrive.
"My pleasure," Shego said with a far more natural smirk as she ran alongside him, right at the howling behemoth. Both hands glowing bright green.
KP
"General Drake," he snapped, wondering where his aide had gone, since the phone wouldn't stop ringing until he finally snatched at it in indignation.
"It's Dr. Director. Expect trouble," the curt caller informed him.
"What," he sputtered. "What are you talking about now, woman?"
"You activated Sanction on home soil," she told him needlessly, naming the militarized version of the rebooted Suicide Squad. "In addition, Stoppable and Shego just put Dred in a full-body cast. Understand now," she demanded.
"That's…impossible," he sputtered incredulously.
"You overstepped, general. Worse, you now have a very bright spotlight on Sanction, and their handlers. This isn't going to look good. GJ, of course, was never there, and was never a part of that ill-conceived operation. You also have some forty illegally activated military operatives in a Middleton jail. I wonder how you're going to explain that one?"
"Now, wait one damn…."
"And, General Drake?"
"What," he barked.
"That was only Stoppable and Shego. Kimberly didn't even bother to get involved. I think she was sending you a message. I'd be careful if I were you. The last time she sent a message, Dementor ended up in a coma ward."
The general sputtered as the harridan actually hung up on her.
Again!
She was getting entirely too willful. He needed to remind her that her ridiculous band of wanna cops only operated in America because he allowed it. The U.N.'s enforcement arm had grown under her aegis, and if she was a loyal citizen, she sometimes seemed to overlook a lot of things that needed doing for the greater good.
Time, he decided, to remind her of her true place.
He eyed his phone, punched a few numbers, and waited for an answer.
"Get me Councilman Saunders. This is Drake."
He smirked as he waited, knowing his U.N. liaison on the woman's governing council would soon remind her of her obligations. This was America, and she was damn well going to get with the program, or he would see her replaced.
In his mind, women had no place is such posts anyway. Always letting their emotions get in the way.
"Answer the damn phone, damn it," he suddenly barked, banging his fist on the desk before him when all it did was ring, and ring, and ring.
KP
Dr. Director hung up the phone, and couldn't help but smile.
She wasn't actually sure why Kimberly had not acted this time. That she knew of, the woman wasn't busy anywhere else. Her last confirmed position was over Middleton. At her speed, of late, she could be anywhere by now, though.
Literally, anywhere.
Because while it was dated, she had an agent find an image taken from a GJ spy satellite.
It showed Kimberly literally in space, in front of the satellite. Right before it had been pushed away from Middleton on an orbit that kept it from that part of the world. Her people were still trying to correct the flight path of their satellite, but as had been pointed out by more than one of late, her experts really weren't all that good.
Only four people in the world had seen the ultra-classified image of Kim Possible in space, simply flying around as if she were completely at home. She was one of them. The other three were her own agents, all of whom had been sworn to secrecy, and commanded to forget they had ever seen the image.
One of them, however, was Will Du.
He had commented on the fact that it seemed there was apparently more to the sigil Kimberly now wore than first realized. He even suggested that Wade had somehow managed to give her the powers of a Kryptonian.
Betty knew better.
The only problem was, she wasn't sure how Kimberly had….evolved herself.
Had the League done something to her themselves? Was it something Superman himself had sanctioned, because her military liaison suggested that Kimberly had apparently even visited Superman's fortress. A place many had tried to find, or reach, and had yet to succeed.
One man alive could still claim to have seen it, but these days Dr. Hamilton wasn't saying much on matters Kryptonian. Since the disappearance of that erstwhile Supergirl, and his Gaia project, he didn't say much about Superman at all.
She did know that Superman no longer allowed anyone access to his technology, his secrets, or even his genetics. Just a whisper of Kryptonian genetic research, and he was known to fly in, and clean out everything before him.
So, how did Kimberly, of all people, end up empowered with Kryptonian genetics?
She would dearly love to known.
Personal curiosity aside, she could see how such agents would be invaluable assets. Only she also realized that men like Thaddeus would only see soldiers and assassins they could conceivably control, and point at their enemies, real or imagined.
Little wonder Kimberly was hiding of late if she had already faced Drake himself, and been confronted by a few of his men.
Only Dr. Elizabeth Director wasn't a fool.
She knew Kimberly as well as anyone could. She knew that whatever was happening now, Kimberly was not the type to run, or hide. If she wasn't showing for Drake's ill-conceived assault, it was because something else was up. Something that only she knew about just yet, and likely felt only she could manage.
So, what was it, and why was she so afraid that small-minded idiots like Drake were going to end up turning Kimberly against all of them?
She considered how best to prevent that even as she considered all that had happened of late.
Considering Wade's penchant for discretion of late, and that even Kim's recently updated site did not have all that much truly pertinent information on it, she had the feeling there was more going on that she yet realized.
Still, it had been a surprise to find Kimberly, and her team, had already been deputized by the League. Will had been all but stuttering when he tried to impart that discovery, he had been so stunned himself. Not completely unexpected, but it did suggest the updated site was just an opening gambit.
So what was she really up to out there?
KP
The Marine turned, eyeing the corner of the dimly lit hall as he paused in his patrol to stare back the way he had just come.
The shadowed intersection of four halls was quiet, and there was just enough light to show him there was no one else around.
He shook his head, continued on his patrol, never seeing the shadow slowly descend from a corner of the ceiling near the intersection. Nor did he see the shadow watch him briefly before it turned, and moved silently down another corridor.
Batman was curious himself.
Drake, and the usual profiteering war-hawks were no strangers to him. Still, when Kimberly had pointedly mentioned the man was specifically after her, and her people, even he had to wonder why. Possible just wasn't that exceptional.
Well, she not been at the start.
Still, it disturbed him that she had been unmasked not only as Superman's own natural child, but that she was markedly immune to the effects of Kryptonite. Considering his colleague's powers, and that she was very obviously displaying many of them, and more, he found it unsettling that such a powerful creature might not have a way to defeat her if things went wrong.
He remembered Maxima, of course.
A bold, brash woman that was given to her shouting her own import.
Unfortunately, he could see much of her in Possible.
True, she did present a noble façade so far, but he had seen power corrupt before now. He didn't want to see it happen again. Not without a ready game plan to put into motion. So if he now hunted Drake's true motivations, it was also because he needed more information on Possible himself. If only to be ready.
He still needed to know how to stop her just in case she did truly go rogue.
He moved into the shadows, timing his progress so no guards spotted. No cameras caught him. And he slipped into the very heart of the Pentagon before taking a supposedly secret headquarters down to the underground levels where the real secrets lay.
Time, he decided, to be proactive. Before they ended up with another power mad tyrant trying to crush everyone before them.
Whoever it might prove to be.
To Be Continued…..