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Kim Possible: Marvels
By LJ58
25
"I think I have something," Bonnie told Android as they worked in the lab with the two Possible boys on machines she couldn't begin to understand.
"Definitely got something," Tim told him as he looked over her shoulder. "You were right about the energy signature being a means of tracing their operations," he nodded at Android. "But now we have to track the signature via satellite to figure out where it's hidden, because that signature is obviously being broadcast by satellite."
"Agreed," Felix nodded. "The hyper-microwave transmit beam is definitely of suborbital origin, which limits the available satellites they could use."
"Scanning all area satellites over the continent that might be used as a wide-area broadcast point," Jim nodded, moving to adjust something to Bonnie's left. "And…..hello, NASA."
"Actually, that's an NSA satellite," Tim pointed out. "They don't like when we hack them."
"Hey, Gemini hacked first," Jim added. "We're just piggybacking."
"Good point," Tim nodded. "So, do we jam, or…."
"Negative, boys. If you jam this broadcast, they'll only change the frequency signal, and we might not relocate it in time to intercept, and destroy the machine," Android remarked. "Despite the danger involved, we must leave the signal intact until we can find, and reach the device."
"Right. Smart thinking there, Renton," both boys nodded agreement.
"You will continue to monitor, and guide us, as Sting and I go to the site, and permanently shut down the machine."
"Sounds like a plan. You can take Kim's old Roth. It'll be faster."
"You're kidding? That old junk car she used to drive around," Bonnie sniffed.
"We redesigned it," Jim beamed at her.
"It's equipped with all the latest escape and evasion tech. Including suborbital rocket boosters," Tim added.
"Totally rocking ride," the boys high-fived one another.
"Now I know why Kim always thought you two were weird."
"Like she's not," the pair answered Bonnie as one.
"Time, people, is not on our side," Felix pointed out. "Do we have a location yet?"
"Origin point is definitely somewhere in the southwestern provinces of Canada," Tim told him. "Get going, and by the time you're close, we should have a fixed location for you."
"On our way. I assume the vehicle is in the family hangar?"
"Yes. You still have your on-site clearance, so you should be good to go," Tim told him.
"This way, Sting," Android nodded. "We should move as fast as we can considering the risks of this mission."
"I know. I know. With any luck, we'll even survive this mission," Bonnie muttered.
"No big," the boys grinned.
"You have Kim helping," Tim added.
"Guaranteed win," Jim nodded.
"You want me to believe that nutty sister of yours…."
"Well, she's almost guaranteed to bring the weird with her. But no one is better at handling it," Jim chortled.
Bonnie just shook her head as she followed Android out of the lab.
"Now I know why I didn't miss her when she left school."
"She did bring a lot of excitement with her," Felix pointed out.
"Yeah," Bonnie quipped dryly. "Excitement."
Android didn't comment on that one. He just hoped Justine was okay at the moment with everything else going on around them. He had not even had time to brief her of late, and he suspected she was likely worrying.
It was what she tended to do.
~KP~
"We have a potential location for the GDN," an agent told Betty as he burst into her private office where she was studying much of the recent files they had finally translated.
"How certain are we it's the primary site," she demanded without hesitation.
"At least eighty percent," the man told her, putting the file down before her. "We also have reports that a lot of known criminal Marvels have been in and out of the area of late, so that adds to the credibility of the findings. Considering all else, it's a solid lead."
"Send in a covert team. We'll start that way, just in case, but if our team confirms the intelligence, I want us in place for a massive strike," she said grimly, eyeing the coordinates, and knowing they weren't all that far away. Closer to population than she would have liked, but she had to take the chance, or Hench, and her idiot brother might well cause even more harm if they weren't stopped.
"Sentry's jet is inbound, too," he added as he turned to go. "I heard from communications that Shego said she had an ears only debrief for you when she arrived."
"Noted. It'd better be damn good after she went offline for over…..two hours," she realized as she eyed the watch she wore.
"Shall I have her report to….?"
"I doubt you'll have to tell her anything. Just make sure the entire team debriefs when they arrive, and have Shego bring me their reports as usual."
"Ma'am," he saluted as she gestured for him to go.
"I just hope Possible hasn't overly complicated things again," she muttered, knowing that of late she did seem to be popping up every time they had an operation of late. Even she thought something like that attack would have slowed her down, but apparently, it didn't even qualify as a bump in the road for that inestimable young woman.
She frowned as she pondered if she might have made a mistake in letting her go as she did.
Still, every team needed discipline. If they didn't think there were consequences for their actions, they'd be worse than loose cannons. That, she knew, was the last thing she needed. Global Justice had to be a sterling example of what was possible when intelligence and power were fully wedded. Possible just didn't seem to get that following orders was part of that paradigm.
Hopefully the rest got that now.
Meanwhile, considering the reported number of criminal Marvels that might be under Hench's sway, she might just have to go with that failsafe option. As unsettlingly close as they were to population, it couldn't be helped. She couldn't let any of Gemini's brainwashed thugs reach their targets. Not if any of the intelligence they had found was accurate. It would be a slaughter, and that was why she was here. To prevent said slaughter.
Any way possible.
~KP~
"We are approaching Taziristahni airspace. Cloaking field active," Bebe reported as she worked with the AI to reach their destination as swiftly as possible.
"The fun is about to begin," Fist grimaced.
"The end of the world as we know it is hardly what I call fun," Patriot told him somberly.
"I know. I know," Ron sighed. "It's just…. If you knew how often my sensei tossed me into these situations…. Well, it's a lot. Then he always complains that I haven't learned the proper lesson I should have from the experience. It's like…."
"I think I get it," Patriot smirked. "Our C.O. used to blast us even if we had succeeded at our mission, and it took me a little time to figure out it was his way of encouraging us to try even harder next time. He wasn't the type to pat you on the back, or say good job. He was more like…. Do it right next time, or don't bother," he said in a mock growl.
"Oh. I figured you just got orders, and then you did them, and that was it."
Patriot chuckled.
"I thought so, too. When I first joined up. There's a lot more going on, especially in the ranks. It's a good life, though. Or it was," he murmured after a moment as he raised his arm with the gauntlet on it that generated his hard-light shield.
"Well, at least you guys helped me nail Monkey Fist. That freak has been a lot of trouble for….me. Yeah, me. Knowing he's toast for the foreseeable future really helps ease a lot of my problems."
"Yeah? Well, maybe you guys can help bring down Dementor, and this Gemini loon, and the whole world can breathe easier for a while," Patriot said grimly.
"Right. Well, it will be a little easier without Monkey Fist. Trust me, that guy was all about doomsday scenarios. Only he went right for the magic stuff that would have wiped us out without a clue. Knowing he's out of circulation, hopefully for good, gives me a lot of breathing space."
"That hairy guy was that bad?"
"That demon he raised? Not the first, and not even the worst. Bad thing is, he does have a lot of goofy disciples still out there. Still, without him, maybe they'll settle down. I hope," Ron sighed.
"Well, let's take care of this bunch, and maybe we can check on the rest later."
"Sounds like a plan. So, speaking of, do we have a plan?"
"The simplest. Knock the queen off her throne, shut down her missiles, and get out," he told her.
"Uh, sounds good. How?"
"I will locate, and neutralize any armaments," Bebe told them without looking back. "You two will locate, and capture the imposter, and if possible, locate the real queen. We will rendezvous at the ship within the hour, and depart without being seen if all goes well."
"Well, it's as good a plan as any," Ron sighed. "Hopefully it will even work."
"Hopefully," Patriot agreed.
"I suggest stealth from here on in," Bebe told them. "Do not let anyone see you."
"Duh comes to mind," Ron quipped.
The silence from Bebe suggested she didn't find him all that funny just then.
~KP~
"They're definitely heading somewhere," Shego told her, noting the GJ flying fortress was turning from the scheduled course, and now heading northeast at high speed.
"Great. So she either got a clue, or she thinks she does, and is planning on dropping Wade like a bomb if she's not waiting on Sentry to return."
"Which is what we were both afraid of all along," Shego remarked, and eyed the two prisoners bound in their seats behind them. The Viper/WEE agent was being very quiet, but Drakken was still working on trying to talk around the gag she had tied in place this time.
The man just didn't know how to shut up. Even when his life was being directly threatened.
"That's what I was afraid of," Kim frowned.
"We'll catch them in about ten minutes," Shego assured her. "Hopefully that's enough time…."
"There you are," Justine Flanner's face appeared on a communications monitor just then, and frowned as she eyed the two of them, and then demanded, "Where is Felix? What's going on?"
"Why do you ask," Shego demanded of her.
"Don't distract me. Where is he," the blonde demanded.
"He's safe, and he's helping us keep the rest of us safe," Kim cut in. "Justine, what's happening there? Why is GJ headed into Canada?"
"I'm not sure. Rumor is Dr. Director got wind of something bad, and is moving to directly intercept. Only instead of letting Wade help, she has him locked inside some special room, and…."
"A drop-pod," Shego grimaced. "I found it last week. Lock him in, and drop him without him getting out, and then…."
"So. A bomb," Kim spat. "Damn, I've got to get to him first. Where is this pod?"
"I'll bring up a schematic," Shego and Kim were told. "Because what you're describing sounds insane."
"What we're facing is worse. When we get there, don't let anyone know I'm on board," Kim told her. "We have a plan, but we can't wait on Dr. Director's approval, or she'll let her brother win by default, and millions will die."
"It's gotten that bad," the young genius asked somberly.
"Worse," Shego told her. "Where are you now?"
"In Wade's lab. So far, no one is even paying me any attention. Which was how I got to his unofficial communications to contact you."
"Smart," Kim nodded. "Okay, here's my plan in a nutshell," she told Justine, and began to talk.
~KP~
"Sir, the neuro beacon is activated," a man risked breaking in on Gemini's instructions to his latest recruits. "Only GJ is approaching us from the southeast at high speed, sir. We just got a satellite confirmation of their ship heading this way."
Gemini eyed the man adorned with the letter Lambda, and nodded blandly.
"So, it appears my sister has finally found someone with a brain that managed to decipher some of the files they likely recovered from those clumsy dolts at the auxiliary ocean retreat. Not that it matters, we are more than ready for her. We have only to distract her while our primary plan is carried out, and she'll be the one to blame for our inevitable rise to power while the usual cretins waste their time pointing fingers, and ignoring their own culpability," he sneered.
"Uh, yes, sir," the man agreed. "But…what should we do now? It looks like they're launching several jets ahead of the main ship, and…."
"Why are you even wasting my time with this trivia," Gemini demanded. "I'm certain that by now Professor Dementor is already unleashing our own defenses, and teaching these supposed lawmen how badly they are outclassed. Meanwhile, forgo the satellite, and target their vessel with the beam directly."
"Oh. Uh, well, I…..I was just told to report to you, sir. To let you know….what was…..happening."
"And so you have. And so you may go," Gemini waved dismissively.
"Yes, sir," Lambda saluted with a fist to his chest, and quickly turned to go.
"Now," he said, turning to the men still standing before him. "It seems you are about to get your first chance at proving your worth. Squads One through Five, secure the command center. Squads Six through Nine, prepare to reinforce the walls. Squad Ten. Open the bestiary, and guide Pepi to his next meal. I happen to know he thoroughly enjoys GJ agents," he smirked.
"Sir," they all chorused, saluting in like fashion as fists pounded chests, and the men all turned as one to move to their assigned posts.
"I do so love discipline," he smiled as the men filed out. "Especially when I am the one in control of it all," he smirked.
~KP~
"Do we launch aircraft?"
"No, dummkopf," Hans snapped at the man beside him in the command center. "Have you no grasp of tactics, you witless cretin? First, we decimate them with the robots that idiot Drakken sent. Then we send in the super-powered puppets we have prepared. Then our superior aircraft can intercept, and destroy whatever is left, while we keep our primary forces in reserve for when those simpering heroes show. Now, make it happen," he thundered.
"Yes, sir. Robots to the walls," he relayed the orders through the intercoms. "All powered agents to the hangar."
"Soon, I shall be victorious, and then I shall finally finish my great work after I have regained my serum from that idiot flag-waving buffoon, and then…..!"
"Sir, the GJ ship just fired some kind of missile at us," his second noted only then. "And….is that Possible flying after it?"
"I zought that fool Drakken was supposed to have killed her," the mad dwarf grumbled as he focused on the image as the spycams zoomed in on the armored figure tearing into the small pod shaped like a containment cylinder.
"He must have failed."
"Zat is being obvious! Zat is why you should leave nothing in his tiny, incompetent hands," Hans swore as the self-styled Dementor railed against his supposed rival.
"Sir," the man gasped. "The neuronal device just went down," another man reported.
"It hardly matters," Professor Dementor smirked. "By now it has done its work, finding, and agitating the brainwaves of one particular mind, and then the beast-man will be unleashed….."
"Sir," that same lackey quipped, "Isn't that Behemoth," he pointed out as Possible's armored form suddenly went flying out of the pod even as a massive, grey humanoid tore free of the pod well before it hit their walls.
Professor Dementor stared in grim wonder as the nearly nine foot creature slammed into the far wall, tore it down under its own bulk, and then rose out of the rubble to give a deafening roar of rage and fury. Just before it started turning man, machine, or weapons of any sort into paste.
"Oh…poop," the man grimaced, and raced for an escape pod.
To Be Continued…..