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Kim Possible: Super-Girl

By LJ58

20

The tall, ruggedly handsome man in a perfectly tailored suit stood in front of a wide-screen monitor as those with him watched the almost comical showdown between the obviously outmatched Guard units with Team Possible.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said grimly. "We are at a crossroads. Possible has been a thorn in all our sides for years. She might have ebbed now and again, but now…. Well, I don't see her slacking off anytime soon after all this is settled, and over. If anything, I suspect she's going to be coming after all of us harder, and faster than ever."

"And that treacherous Shego is siding her, too," a man with a thick brogue spat. "What the devil happened to the honor among thieves, then?"

Jack said nothing to that one. He had long had ideas about those women, but he had always hoped that Shego would be luring the redhead over to their side of the line, rather than the other way around. He knew more than a few others had thought it possible, too, only no one ever expected Shego to end up backing Possible.

Of course, no one expected to find out the woman was a genuinely super-powered Cape in the making, either.

He scowled as the images on the screen froze, showing Possible as she descended toward the ground over a battlefield that did was very one-sided.

"Oh, I know," a very lanky, badly dressed man grinned. "What if we grab her folks, and hide them? We could force her to do whatever we want….!"

"Take a look at the last guys who tried that one," Jack Hench told Lucre as he pointed his remote, showing footage that very few people in the world had seen yet.

"Isn't that Dred," someone gasped, then they all gasped again as Shego, and the monkey-master tore into the seemingly unstoppable giant, and did very painful things to him.

"That was without Possible even bothering to join them," Jack added. "You already know what she can do since I know you've heard about Gemini."

"So, how do you stop someone like that," a pale-skinned woman asked quietly. "I am assuming you have a ploy, or we would not be here," she all but sneered at him.

"Exactly," Jack nodded. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said again. "Take a look at this prize-winner," he smiled, and showed a ghastly image on the screen.

"Is that…?"

"Some of you might remember Banshee. Or Silver Banshee as some called her," he said, eyeing the frightening female that looked like a walking skeleton in spite of being very real flesh.

"I remember she died years ago after her last fight with the League," Electronique sneered. "Yet another reason to avoid those overly amped Capes," she spat.

"There is death, and then there is death. You see, I happen to have the key to her cell, as it were," he declared.

"What do you mean by that, laddie," Killigan demanded curtly.

He was not getting any younger, and if he remained on the usual lists of certain agencies, it was because he still tended to have a wee temper when he tried to play the game he loved so well.

"Think," Jack smiled now. "You cannot outmuscle the woman any more. Not if she is a genuine Kryptonian, as she recently claimed. Nor can you outthink her, since she has enough brainpower backing her to make our evil engineers look like playground bullies playing in the sandbox."

"Let us face it, Kim Possible was never that easy to beat in the first place," a shriller than usual voice complained. "Even papi laments that he had to retire before ever managing to genuinely best her."

"Yes," Jack murmured, eyeing Junior. "Still, as I said, since you can't take her head-on, as it were. We have to try something cleverer. Something even her apparent father never could manage. Magic. Or, more specifically, black magic," he smiled coldly.

"You're going to try to bring the Banshee back," Francis Lurman, AKA Frugal Lucre gasped.

"It is nice to see not all of my clients have lost their edge," Jack nodded at him. "And, the answer is yes. While Siobhan McDoubal is dead and gone, the spirit of the Banshee that possessed her is still accessible if you know the right….rites. It just so happens I do, since I have Clan McDougal's very own Grimoire that I managed to acquire from a certain….individual not long ago."

"The same book that that crazed bitch was hunting all along," Duff demanded as Jack pulled out the thick, grayish tome that had a very unnatural look to it.

"The same. And with it, we can bring back the Banshee, and let her destroy Possible for us, once, and for all. Because I'm betting even she cannot manage magic, or hell-spawned demonesses," he crowed.

"I favor science to superstition," Electronique sneered. "I think I'll be leaving now, since you obviously have no place for me in this madness."

"Wrong, Electronique," Jack smirked, and signaled as two of his burly Henches moved to block the door.

"You think a few pretty boys can stop…?"

She fell unconscious when Jack shot her with a powerful taser he produced even as she turned to glare at him.

"Not that I'm caring about the mad lassie, Hench," Duff drawled, "But what are you thinking to do now, since we all know that woman is just crazed enough to want more than a pound of flesh back after you just stabbed her in the back."

"The thing I didn't get to mention," Jack smirked as his men lifted the unconscious woman, and carried her out of the room. "Is that to bring back the Banshee, I need a living host. I would have favored using Shego, but even I wasn't sure how that would work crossing the Banshee with her powers. Still, Electronique is quite harmless without her toys, so she should make a very good host."

"And you had to call us all in for this," Junior demanded. "My wife will be more than upset if I came all this way, and spent all this money, and didn't even get her anything," he huffed indignantly.

Quite a few of the villains present groaned.

"I'm sure you know about putting all your eggs in one basket," Jack declared as he eyed the men and women around him. "I certainly do. And while I am confident that Banshee will be more than Possible can handle, we need her occupied so she doesn't come looking too soon. Which is more than likely once she learns that I was the one leaking certain information through General Drake after they find out he's chipped."

"Chipped," more than one of the felons exclaimed.

"You do know that Dr. Bortel still provides us with the finest mind control technology on the planet. A shame we couldn't use one of his chips on Possible, but I think you all know the problem with even trying. Aside from that team that backs her, I already know that the ordinary neuro-compliance tech won't work on a Kryptonian. For some reason, they only work on human minds. Not aliens. The late Dr. Luthor proved that one all too well."

"So, what are we going to be doing while you're making magic with the lass," Duff demanded.

"One of you," he said, "Will be volunteering to use this," he said, and set a small, velvet case on the table before him before he turned toward the door. "I need not add, no one else gets out until someone uses it."

"It being," Lucre asked curiously.

"The last existing sample of the Parasite's blood. My people have refined, and tested it extensively, so we already know that whoever drinks it will gain all the powers that the man possessed before his death. Whoever takes it will be unstoppable," Jack grinned.

"And turn into a bloody monster," Duff spat. "I don't think so."

"As I said, decide. Because you don't leave until I have a new Parasite to unleash on Possible, helping to weaken her just in time for my Banshee to finish her off," he smiled coldly.

"You're the loon here, if'n you think that…."

Four more huge Henches walked into the room just then, and Jack smiled from the door.

"You have ten minutes. Then Hugo here," he pointed at the biggest man, "Will pick a volunteer of his own."

"Why not use one of your own Henches," Junior huffed. "You seem to have plenty of them."

"Oddly enough, their new contract forbids using Henches in experiments," Jack sighed. "Damned unions. Still, what can you do? I'd start talking, people, and decide who wants all that power," he smirked before leaving.

Hugo, the big Hench almost seven foot tall, and as big as a bull, eyed the group, and Duff swore.

"There's no way in hell I'll be turning meself into a monster even to have another go at that annoying redhead," Duff swore.

"Well, my Bonnie certainly won't let me in the house if I'm a monster," Junior whined. "And who knows what that might do to my hair!"

Lucre groaned, and shook his head.

"Am I hearing this," the still miserly villain groaned. "All you big bads, and you are whining over your hair, or whatever? I'll tell you now, ever since Drakken disappointed us all by saving the world, and going straight," he said with a genuine shudder, "I have been looking for a way to remind everyone that it is the villain that is the primary player in the world. The villain that has all the fun. The villain that…."

"Then just shut up, and take it, you daft loon," the mad golfer spat at him.

"Fine. The cheap man wants to take the potion. May we go now," Junior whined on as Francis sneered, snatched up the velvet case with a daring look at those around him, and opened the box to reveal a single, fat tube filled with a darkly glowing fluid.

"Don't look at me," Lynn huffed. "I might have wanted to make my mark, and rub Possible's face in it, but not like that. It's all yours," she declared.

Francis smirked, and pulled the cork on the vial, and impulsively drank it all down in a single gulp. He stood there looking triumphant for all of ten seconds as Hugo led the Henches out of the room, and locked the door behind him.

Then the lanky villain that was a joke to many around him suddenly gasped the tube falling from nerveless fingers as he went a very sickly shade of gray. He cringed, moaning aloud as he bent over, fell to his knees, and gave a keening wail.

"I thought it was supposed to make him powerful, and….monstery," Junior frowned as he moved closer, and looked down at the trembling man that was now on all fours, shaking violently.

"Junior," Adrena Lynn frowned, backing toward the door. "Maybe you shouldn't get too close. Because this is getting way past freaky," the hitherto silent woman warned.

Only when she reached the door, she found it locked.

"They locked us in," she screeched, and the men turned to look from the now whimpering Lucre to the blonde trying to pull the door open.

"T' hell with this," Duff declared, and flung a small golf ball at the wooden panel.

Only managing to expose a metal slab behind it.

Lynn, blown back by the explosion stared in horror even as Francis Lurman suddenly shouted incomprehensibly as he surged back to his feet, and the people around him gaped in horror as his tanned skin began to darken all the more, taking on a faintly cerulean tinge that continued to darken until he was now a very uniform purple from head-to-toe. Even his hair was a darker purple, and his eyes were hidden behind crackling, white energies as he slapped a hand out that found Junior's nearest bicep as the man retreated too late to escape.

"Now that is good stuff," Francis said in a gargling growl as his taloned hand locked on the muscular dimwit's arm, and began to suck the very life from him.

"Oh, hell no," Lynn whined, and scrambled back. "Hey, Duff. Hit the wall," she pointed. "Maybe it's not as strong!"

Their peers rapidly agreed, and Duff flung three golf balls this time, just to be sure as he watched the muscle-headed Junior all but literally shriveling in Lucre's grasp as he snatched at his homemade explosives.

The wall shattered, and they were all looking into another office even as Lucre dropped Junior who was little more than a trembling husk, and smiled, "Next," as the group screamed, and then all ran for the smoldering hole in the wall.

Duff was first, followed by Adrena Lynn, but several others weren't quite as fast, and Lucre grabbed Camille, and a very badly aged Aviarius with each hand, and both howled as they began to all but shrink in his life-draining grasp.

"Now," Lucre howled as he dropped the two once they were all but drained, and held up two suddenly powerful fists. "I have the power!"

No one stopped to listen. They were still running for their lives.

KP

"Hugo, what is all that commotion," Jack demanded as he followed his other men outside to head for the site where they would be calling up the demoness.

With Electronique's unwitting help, of course.

"Looks like Lurman is tearing them apart, boss. Only some of them got out after that little freak in a skirt blew open a wall."

"Damn. I knew I should have used the red room. Ah, well, just let Lurman sate himself, and then remind him that Possible is his primary target."

"Uh, right, boss," Hugo's hesitant reply came over his cell.

"If he's full, Hugo, he won't bother you."

"Sure, boss," Hugo replied. "I'll just….wait till he's full," he replied, and hung up.

In fact, Hugo was currently running for his life as Lurman stalked the area branch of Henchco, draining anyone that didn't move fast enough.

Hugo decided he wasn't going to wait on the freak to be sated.

He switched on an intercom, and shouted, "Lucre, if you want power, go after Possible. Remember, Kim Possible? She has lots of power! Lots! So why are you wasting time on the posers here," he demanded.

"Because," that raspy voice said from directly behind him. "I need a snack for the road," the now purple man growled as he reached for the burly strongman.

Hugo had just enough time to scream before he felt his very life drained as if someone had simply opened him up like a bottle.

"Now," Lurman smiled coldly, his eyes glittering with unnatural energy. "Who's next?"

Outside the communications room, people were still running and screaming as the once comical figure strode out into the hall, looking for his next victim.

KP

"We got a call," Justine told Kim as the redhead walked into the new headquarters now built right up out of the side of Mount Middleton's Overlook.

Kim turned to the monitor even as she recognized the face, and almost sighed.

"J'onn," she nodded. "What's going on?"

"It might interest you to know that we recently took General Drake into custody. After we removed a mind control chip from his skull," he added.

"Not again," Shego groaned. "Please tell me it wasn't….?"

"Your former employer was not involved," the Martian told Shego. "However, the technology has been traced back to Dr. Bortel's older work. And Jack Hench. We're looking for both of them now. Still, I felt I should warn you, as well as assure you that the Pentagon is standing down all active operations against you and your team as of now until they assess all outstanding intelligence from the man's office. We, of course, have already tested all other key personnel to ensure there were no more unwitting puppets out there."

"Man," Ron grumbled Kim sighed. "That old guy just keeps making messes."

"Maybe. I get the feeling this was Jack Hench's show," Kim frowned thoughtfully. "He was just exploiting things again. Like always."

"As do we," J'onn told her. "If you do need help, we will be watching. Meanwhile, we will keep looking for both of those men involved."

"As will we," Kim assured him. "Thanks, J'onn. I appreciate your help."

"Of course. In the meanwhile, you might want to make a statement to the effect that you were not declaring war on your military. Other than your rather sensational headlines of late, you haven't really said much since the local Guard attacked you."

"Right," she sighed. "I'll work on that one. Thanks," she told him.

"You're welcome. Meanwhile, that other project we're working on is about ready to fly," he stressed pointedly. "I'll let you know when we are ready."

Then the monitor went blank.

"Other project," Shego asked.

"Oh, right. I didn't tip you off about the Bebes yet. We're going to transplant them. To Mars."

"Say what," Ron sputtered.

"Well, it's a dead planet, they don't need air, or water, but they will have a whole world to explore, and even remake without anyone getting hurt," Kim pointed out.

"You're giving them a whole planet," Shego exclaimed.

"Actually, it's quite logical. You eliminate the threat, while giving them room to continue to evolve, and prove themselves a viable sentient species without the inevitable violent interactions from those that might not understand them," Annie remarked.

"Yeah, well, let's hope they aren't too sentient," Shego grumbled.

Justine and Ron both eyed her, but Kim only shook her head.

"What, it's obvious? They get all civilized, and stuff, and it's War of the Worlds, Robot Version," Shego declared. "Then what?"

"Actually, I think the Bebes are about as sick of us, and some of us may be of them," Kim told her. "I got the feeling that all the queen felt when I made the offer was relief."

"So, did you find out how they got so numerous," Ron asked.

"They built their own repair factory in their…hideout," Kim told him. "The boys gone?"

"They left earlier to finish their weekly coursework," Annie told her, looking up from the book she was reading.

"You do know you could simply download that text over the Net," Justine told the android.

"I am aware of that, but there is something to be said about the pleasure of simply holding a text, and reading through a work," she said, flipping through the pages faster than most could have even glanced at the book.

Beside her, she had a tall stack of books she was reading of late.

Justine simply cocked her head, and arched a brow, indicating she found something interesting.

"So, what next, boss," Shego asked. "If the Pentagon really is off our backs….?"

"Jack," Kim said. "Knowing the way that guy still works, I get the feeling he has something more in mind that just trying to control the Pentagon," she remarked.

"Want me to tip Wade?"

"Knowing him, he's already on it," Shego snorted.

Which was when the monitor chirped, and a very grim looking Wade appeared.

"Wade," Kim nodded. "We just heard from J'onn, and they said…."

"I know, Kim," Wade told her. "But I doubt they know what I just found."

"What is it," she asked.

"I got a tip of a lot of some serious trouble out of the Midwest branch of Henchco. People are dead there, Kim. I don't know what's going on yet, but there are rumors that there are dozens dead, and dozens more seriously injured. I don't know what they're trying, yet, but it can only mean trouble."

Kim frowned, and glanced at Ron and Shego.

"Keep on it, Wade," Kim told him. "Before that loon drops something on our heads without warning again," he was told.

"I'm trying to tap into their local systems now, but Jack has learned a few things over the years, and it's harder to get in these days," he admitted. "Still, I should have something soon as the emergency responders start reporting. I'll keep you posted."

"Good," Kim nodded.

"Going to take a look?"

Kim frowned at Ron, and then shook her head.

"I'd better wait. Just in case this is another lure to get me away from here so someone else can attack the way they have every time I turn my back. But everyone, stay sharp, and keep your eyes open. Justine, it sounds like you can leave again now, since the Pentagon is backing off."

"You want me to leave," the woman asked blandly.

"I'm saying you have the option. I hope you know how much we appreciate all you've done, and you're very welcome to stay here whenever you like. Or as long as you like. After all, you are now technically a member of our team, too."

"Well, since our expansion, this place still beats my apartment, and even my own lab isn't quite as…..well-stocked."

"The boys are good at finding unusual tech," Kim admitted.

"Or just making it," Ron snorted.

"There is that," Kim agreed. "Well, we can't do anything until we hear from Wade. So I'm going to go hit the gym."

"You finally ready to spar," Shego grinned at her.

"Oh, yeah," Kim grinned. "I've missed our sessions."

"Bring it on, Princess," she grinned.

"You say that now," Ron laughed at Shego.

"I see you remain as clueless as ever," Justine declared as Kim and Shego left the room that served as their briefing room even after the new headquarters had grown up out of the mountain.

"I believe it's his middle name," Annie remarked without looking up from her new book.

"Hey," Ron sputtered, and Justine merely smiled, and walked away.

To Be Continued…..