The Scene That Plays Over The Credits
Andrew Theodore Lipsky was not having a good day. Dressed in his orange, scratchy jumpsuit, Drakken was too scared to even think about how many people had worn this jumpsuit before him as he was marched down the hallway that he believed was the one filled with inmates. He had been roused from his bed early in the morning and to conceal where he being taken, a bag had been forced over his head when he had been taken and now, he had no idea where he was going.
He passed what he knew to be a vent that blew cold air onto the rest of his body and he gave an involuntary shudder as it cooled him down.
"You know," he began, "for having the reputation of nice jails, you people at the FBI really don't accommodate well."
The guards holding him just chuckled and shoved him through a doorway. Drakken was pushed down into a chair and he felt a restraining belt wrap being fastened around his waist. A light clicked on and without warning, the bag was removed from his head.
He closed his eyes and turned away as the pain of his eyes adjusting to the bright light was too great. As he turned away, he heard the door open and the sound of two people entering into the room.
Mustering up enough strength to look at the light, he found that he could only see their silhouettes and even then, that was hard to make out. He thought that he was looking at a man and woman interrogator.
Maybe.
Their genders were confirmed when the man spoke, "Andrew Theodore Lipsky?" A deep voice with a touch of an English accent.
"Yes, what do you want?" Drakken asked, not even attempting to mask the fear in his voice. These last few days in prison had scared him and now he was willing to do anything to get out.
"Information," the woman answered. A light and soft voice with a hint of an oriental accent.
"What kind of information?" he asked, the fear in his voice had quickly fled and was now replaced with confusion as he slowly straightened in his chair.
"The kind of information that gets you out of this hell hole and back to your life on the outside," the male interrogator said suggestively while gesturing around the room to emphasize his point.
"Well," Drakken cracked his knuckles, "Wha…what…what do you want to know?" the mad scientist stammered as he licked his lips at the notion of getting out.
Pulling out a folder, the man got up and walking over to Drakken, placed some photos in front the scientist, before walking back to take his seat, all the time keeping his identity masked by the darkness, "Project Possible."
Drakken's eyes widened as he saw the photos arrayed before him. The first photo showed Kim Possible standing at her window looking upwards with a tear coursing down her cheek. The next showed her with her arms wrapped around Synthodrone number 901, also known as Eric. The third photo showed her in her prom dress with Eric's arms wrapped around her. A paper clipped photo showed Ron sitting with Rufus in a tree house silently crying to himself as he lost his best friend. The fifth showed Kim battling Shego when she thought that Eric was captured. The sixth showed Kim's reaction while Eric was shocking her. A seventh photo showed Ron fighting Eric atop the radio tower…and losing. The eighth, a photo of Ron walking away with Kim's hand in his was shown. Finally, a photo of Ron and Kim kissing at the prom.
The man waited until Drakken had seen all the photos before asking, "What do you make of these?"
"Why should I tell you?" Drakken asked a touch of his prior arrogance returning.
"If you don't," the woman's lighthearted tone instantly switching to a more serious and dangerous one, "We'll have the guards place you in a cell with cell mate 98042."
Drakken gulped, and struggled not to think of Francis and then answered, "So if I tell you all I know, will I be let go?"
"We can't make a promise like that Drew, you and I both know that," the woman said.
"Very well then, what about Shego?" he pleaded, his arrogant tone replaced with one of care and compassion, "at least let her go when she wakes up."
"She's already gone doctor," the woman continued emotionlessly, "she awoke this morning, overpowered the guards watching her room and disappeared without a trace."
Drakken let out a sigh of relief before continuing, "If I work for you…"
"Andrew," the man sighed and took off what Andrew assumed to be reading glasses. The man massaged his temples silently before continuing, "Andrew, we have all the schematics of Project Possible on our computers. The only reason why it is that we're talking to you is that we wanted the original creator on board with this project. Give us his…" he trailed off for a moment, lost in thought, "...his seal of approval. But know that we don't need you but we would like you to help us out."
Drakken thought for a moment and when he realized that he had no other choice answered, "Fine, I'll work with you on the condition that you put in a good word for me."
"Done," the man agreed as he picked up a pen and paper to take notes with. When he was ready the man said, "Go ahead."
"All right, where do I begin?" Andrew began. Stroking his chin thoughtfully, Drakken started, "Project Possible is the epitome of my evil career. It is the one plan, to date, that actually worked how it was supposed to."
"How do you figure?" the man asked with a chuckle in his voice, "Kim shut down the Diablos."
Drakken chuckled and wiggled a finger back in forth, "Wrong, Wrong, Wrong," Drakken teased in a sing song voice, "Project Possible was not about launching the Diablos," he chuckled at his own genius, "Project Possible was about distracting Kimberly long enough for me to launch them."
"Wait, what?" the woman asked in disbelief.
"The project was about finding Kim Possible's greatest weakness, which in this case happened to be boys, and use it against her," he paused to take a sip of the cold coffee that had been placed next to him, "So, when Synthodrone 901, or Eric if you prefer, was introduced, he performed above and beyond expectations and actually succeeded in slowing down Kimberly in her mission to stop me."
The man's jaw opened at that, "So a plan of yours actually succeeded."
"Yes, Eric was, and still is, the greatest accomplishment in my career," he paused as he reminisced in his mind before continuing, "Eric's full purpose was to distract Kim and never in my wildest dreams did I imagine him breaking up the team like he did."
"Elaborate," the woman ordered with a hint of menace in his voice.
"Well, with Eric there, Kimberly Ann relied on him more for consolation, friendship, even love than she ever than she did with that buffoon. In fact, the buffoon was only there to help her out on missions and even then…" Drakken laughed as he remembered the photo of the saddened Stoppable, "the buffoon was losing her and I honestly believe that if Kimberly hadn't been captured by Eric, or even if Eric hadn't revealed his synthodrone status, the team would've broken up. Partially out of Kimberly's moving on with Eric, but also out of the buffoon's inability to accept change."
The man and the woman exchanged a worried glance as Drakken continued, "We, Shego and I, discovered that Kimberly's second weakness, apart from her over caring and boys, is her ability to sacrifice those closest to her for what she wants. She would sacrifice the world to get something she wanted, if she wanted it badly enough," Drakken summarized.
"Then what happened?" asked the man who was rapidly taking notes on all Drakken said.
"Well, when Eric captured Kimberly and the buffoon, his betrayal made Kimberly question herself to the point where she even wanted to stop working," Drakken said with glee in his voice, "I actually succeeded in crushing her spirit. So really, it was two victories for the price of one."
"But Shego did capture Kim and Ron, if I remember correctly," the man said, as he checked his notes.
"Shego knocked Stoppable out, but yes, Eric was the one who captured them," Drakken explained, "However, the one thing that I had not foreseen or even planned for was the buffoon or his naked…rat...thing. His admission of his love for her… I did not see that coming and caught both me and Shego off guard."
He paused to gather his thoughts, "The point is, that the plan would have succeeded if the buffoon had kept his mouth shut. I hadn't counted on Kimberly recovering and falling in love with the sidekick so fast, otherwise I would've separated the two," Drakken said with a touch of despair in his voice, "if Kimberly Ann had been down for another 15 minutes, the world would've been mine!" the mad scientist raved while raising a hand cuffed fist.
"Right," the man said unbelievingly. Looking at his notes, he calmly asked, "how long would it take to start Project Possible again?"
Drakken looked up, shock flooding his features, "What do you mean 'start it'?"
"I mean, giving you funding to rebuild an Eric Synthodrone with all the memories and skills of the previous one built in," he paused, "although, this one would have to have tougher skin."
Drakken recoiled as if he had been slapped in the face, "You mean that I would get my own lab and…"
"Funding, equipment, freedom," the woman offered, "the only catch is that we would be watching you the entire time."
The man brought his hands in front of him and clasped them together, "So what do you say Drakken?"
Drakken thought for a moment before asking, "Shego?"
"If my people find her before local authorities do, then she would assist you," the man promised.
"Why?" asked Drakken, "Why Eric? Surely I could create a much better Synthodrone."
The man sitting across smiled in the dim light, only his teeth could be seen and Drakken shuddered involuntarily, "Call it a…," he paused as he searched for the right words, "…personal matter," the man answered.
Drakken was silent for a few minutes as he weighed his options, finally after 5 minutes of personal debate, he answered, "I'm in."
The man's teeth glinted as he smiled, "We'll see what we can do. Like I said earlier, no promises."
The man raised his hand and made a gesture towards the darkness surrounding Drakken. Instantly, the bag was placed back over Drakken's head and after being pulled roughly to his feet, Drakken was walked out of the room.
When Drakken had left, the lights in the dingy interrogation room flicked on as Jack Thompson and Yori Yamamoto gathered their notes.
"Good bluff about what we know," she said as she slipped off a voice synthesizer. She looked at Jack's notes which detailed an effigy of Will Du and Bonnie Rockwaller, "I like this. I think I'll hang it in our living room."
"Thank you," he nodded as he slipped off his voice synthesizer, "Yeah, it was a bluff, but we got what we needed from him."
"How so?" she asked as she gathered her bag that she had set on the floor.
"We know that he is willing to do anything to get out of here and if that means restarting Project Possible for us…" Jack trailed off and Yori filled in the rest herself.
"You want me to talk to the head of security?" she asked.
"Nah," he closed his messenger bag and slipped it over his shoulders, "I'll do it myself. Oscar owes me a few favors anyway."
Taking her hand, Jack led Yori out the doors of the interrogation room and down the hallway that housed all the holding cells and interrogation rooms.
They exited the prison that housed Drakken and other would be Super Villains and drove off into the morning sun.
Fin
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, I just write about her and what I thought would make a great story arc.
Author's Notes: So that officially is that. Part one of the story arc is complete. I'm going to take a bit of time off from writing in this arc to start working on the sequel to this story, which I feel is going good. I am starting to work on another project that I want to get posted before I start work on the sequel. Hopefully, I'll have the new project up before Halloween, but no promises.
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