Tangled Up In Green
Heather O'Malley
Kim Possible is owned by the Disney Corporation and they have no connection to this what so ever. These characters are used without their permission and include a plea not to be sued as I have no money.
Naked Rounds
Shego stood there a few seconds, watching the departing vehicle, her heart aching. She shook her head to clear it and then spun on her feet. As she ran back into the school, she called over her shoulder. "Ron, check on Abby!"
She reached one of the still living attackers inside the building and growled at him, her eyes narrowed in anger. Flickers of plasma surrounded her body, flickering off and on. "Where did they take her?"
The man spat in her face, trying to get up from the ground. 'Fuck you."
Shego gave the man a cold smirk and just shook her head. The chuckle that came out of her mouth caused students who were becoming brave enough to look out into the hall to close the doors and cower in fear. She shot a hand out, grabbed the man's testicles, crushing them slightly in her grasp and began to turn on the heat. The man struggled to free himself but Shego wrapped her other hand around his throat and lit a little of bit of plasma. The struggles ceased but the whimpering began. She slowly amped up the heat she was applying to his groin and the cloth began to smoke. The faint smell of burning hair grew. The one word she spoke was so cold that the thief shook. She could hear the sirens grow nearer. "Where?"
The man's eyes grew wide and he bit down on something in is mouth and Shego tumbled back, away from the green gas seeping out of his mouth. "FUCK!!!"
The body twitched violently, thrashing on the tile floor and then stilled. Her best lead for finding whoever took Kimmie and it was ruined. She shook in anger, wanting to just start destroying everything around her. She walked back outside morosely, trying to think of anyway that they might be able to find Kim. Their weapons were useless as the knives and bats were so generic that there was no way to track them. She headed back towards Ron as hordes of police cars pulled up, officers rushing inside. A few headed her way, weapons drawn and Shego rolled her eyes. "Freeze!"
"What can I do for you boys in blue?" she quipped, her voice flat.
"Put your hands up and surrender or we will open fire." shouted back one of the officers.
"I am going to reach into my pocket, okay." She did it slowly, one hand in the air. This was taking up valuable time but she didn't like the idea of being shot. That whole train of thought made her worry about Abby. She needed to deal with this and get going after Kim.
As she pulled free her Global Justice badge, the ambulance that had arrived sped off and she saw no sign of Ron anywhere. She was glad to see that as it meant that Ron was taking care of Abby. Once the badge was held up looks of confusion filled several of the officers' eyes. This villain had a badge? Shego smirked, this was just hysterical and she would laugh if she had the time. "I am a licensed officer of the law. Want to check my credentials?"
Several of the pistols were lowered but not all of them. This whole situation was making less and less sense all of the time. One officer came up to her, took the badge and called into dispatch. "I am checking on a badge number Gulf Juliet 9849893 Sierra Papa."
"Roger." After a short wait the dispatch came back onto the radio. "That is a valid badge number listed for a Shego Possible." The rest of the pistols were lowered in astonishment.
"Can I go now? I need to pursue the van that sped out of here. Do you know if anyone was after it?" At the blank looks she sighed. "Right. Bye then."
Shego ran back to her classroom, startling the students. Ignoring them, she grabbed her purse and keys and hustled back outside. She got to her car and as she was speeding off she called Wade on her Kimmunicator. "Please tell me that we have something tracking Kim?"
"We do. There is something in her bag, her clothes and her shoes. I also have a biometric scanner on her as well, in her necklace." replied Wade, his voice calm despite everything that was going on. He couldn't help Kim is he was panicking.
Shego sighed in relief. Leave it to Nerdlinger to save the day. "How is she?"
"Other than an elevated heart rate, she's fine. No drugs have been given to her and as far as I can tell the baby is fine. They are just speeding along. What's this?" Wade looked concerned for a moment.
Shego's heart tightened in fear. "What?"
"I think they have undressed her and tossed her bag. They didn't take the necklace and I think they left the Kerambits with her. So, that's something. Both of those tracers are still moving in the same direction as before but the others have stopped."
Shego sighed, it was good news for the most part. "Okay, but stop doing that to me. I don't think I can take it."
"Sorry Shego. I'll keep you updated." said Wade, as he turned his focus to his computers.
"Okay. I am heading to the hospital to pick up Ron and check on Abby." Shego sped along, zipping through traffic
"No problem. I'll keep an eye on Kim. I am also tasking a Keyhole satellite to the task, to give us a better idea of the lay of the land. I'll find where they have her Shego. I promise." vowed Wade.
Shego nodded once and then focused on her driving. She then called Doctor Director, realizing that the head of GJ would want to know what had just happened. "Betty, we have a problem."
"I heard. I am sending you two squads and some air support. Will that work?" replied the one eyed woman.
"It should. You might also have someone get down to the ER to check on Abby. She was hit four times in the back." Shego was pulling up to the hospital. "I'll call back when I know where we are going."
"Take care Shego."
Shego ran in to the ER, where she spotted Ron pacing nervously. He didn't look all that good and had blood on his hands and shirt. He looked up at her and his eyes were haunted. "Ron, are you okay?"
"Yeah, this isn't mine. Abby's heart stopped once on the way here but they got it restarted. She's in the OR right now." His voice was drained and nearly emotionless. It was clear just how upset he was.
Shego pulled the blond into a hug, which surprised both Ron and Rufus. Ron slowly relaxed into it, as he could feel Shego's trembling. After a few seconds she held him out at arms length and looked him in the eyes. "We have something tracking them. We know were they are taking Kim. Want to go rescue her now and get a little revenge?"
Ron nodded, his face grim. Someone was going to pay for this. "Let's go. I think I want to hurt someone."
KPKPKPKPKP
Kim's arms had been grabbed and restrained when she had gotten into the van. She had screamed for her wife when Abby had gotten shot and her tears were falling pretty steadily right now. She had no idea if Abby was alive or dead. She had no idea if Shego was going to be able to find her. She would have given in to despair but Shego ad promised her that she would be kept safe and Kim believed it. The van was bouncing around some but the person holding her hands never let go. Her best bet was to not struggle.
After about five minutes, one of the people who had shot Abby turned to face Kim, his pistol aimed at her. "Strip."
"What?" Kim was shocked at the order.
"Strip."
Knowing that she really had no other choice at the moment, Kim took off her blouse and bra, covering her breasts with one arm to retain some modesty. She took off her shoes and socks and was able to get the skirt off fairly easily. She sat back and stared at the people who had captured her.
"Underwear as well." The same flat voice, as if the person couldn't care less what he was seeing.
"Can I keep jewelry and my hair clip?" she asked, irritated with this.
The man thought this through, as if her were tring to process something. "Yes. Now underwear."
Kim blushed as she took off her panties. She dropped them into the pile of clothes she had made and glared at the man. "There. Are you happy now?"
There was no answer as they took the pile of clothes and her backpack and tossed it out of the speeding vehicle. Kim was alarmed, as it looked like she was screwed. Her Kimmunicator had been in her bag and now she had no way to talk to Wade, no way to let them know where she was. She could feel her Muffin grow agitated and thrash around some, picking up on her mother's emotions. That's all she needed right now was for her baby to be upset as well. She hummed to herself, hoping to calm the baby down some, one hand rubbing circles on her belly.
The remainder of the trip was done in silence. Kim had given up on being embarrassed at this point. These people looked at her as if she weren't naked, as if she wasn't quite anything. Maybe they were synthodrones, since they weren't quite right in several ways? That would make some sense as they did seem rather detached from things. Kim wasn't sure what she would be able to do in order to fight back against this many and she was sure here would be more at the lair. If she weren't pregnant this whole thing would be easy, but not now.
She was getting a little cold but figured that there was no good reason for them to give her a blanket, so she just focused her thoughts at the problem at hand. She didn't have the speed needed to take them out which left her in their care for now. Maybe she would be able to get to see who this villain was and if she got close enough…well, she had her Kerambits. She could kill them and hopefully find her way back home. The thought didn't bother her any as right now she was so pissed that she couldn't believe it. Whoever was behind this sitch was going to pay for everything they had done to her and those around her that she cared for. The last time she had been this angry she had kicked Shego into a radio tower. Anyone else wouldn't even be that lucky.
With some effort she calmed her breathing and vowed to herself that she was going to take revenge for killing Abby. The woman had been incredible and to have died like that, shot in the back, was just a travesty. Whoever this was behind all of this, they were a fucking coward.
The biggest problem in terms of figuring this out was that this was atypical for Drakken, out of character for DNAmy and the others weren't this cowardly. Hell, Monkey Fist or Killigan would have been out front, attacking her directly instead of sending minions to do the job. The identity of her captor eluded her, but the minions being used were familiar. Shapeshifting clones and synthodrones screamed Drakken, as did the Bebe, but it didn't feel right. Everything seemed too easy, too pat, as if someone were trying to place the blame on Drakken. No, there had to be something else going on here that she hadn't figured out yet.
After an hour or so of driving, with a number of turns, the van finally came to a stop. Based on the feel of the air pressure they were probably underground. That would make it more difficult to spot this lair from the air but that didn't worry her at the moment. She needed information if she expected to escape.
The van's door slid open and she was escorted out into a high roofed motorpool. With a surreptitious glance around, Kim noted the architectural details, spotting access hatches and design features that told her that this was a Jack Hench design lair. Based on the duct positioning and the pipes in the ceiling, she figured it might be a 34c lair design, part of the whole Lair in a Box line. She smiled. That was information she could work with. Maybe she just might be able to escape after all?
They took her to a holding cell and shoved her roughly into it. Kim stumbled some but still had enough coordination to keep from falling over, for which she was thankful. She spotted the surveillance camera in one of the corners. She turned away from it and smiled to herself, yep…this was 34c alright. The trek through the halls had confirmed that. Now all she needed was a suitable distraction and she could waddle her way out of here and back to Middleton.
On the cot there was a set of safety orange colored clothes, looking similar to standard prison wear. It even had a pair of hideously colored slippers as well. Kim looked at them and thought that would be more comfortable than sitting around naked in a drafty lair. She put the clothes on, not really worrying about the fact that the color looked terrible on her. The warmth was of main concern.
She sat there of the thin mattress of the cot and thought about what was going on and who wanted her dead or taken out of the way. Sadly, the list wasn't small. She had foiled too many plans at world domination and other assorted crimes for her to have a short list of suspects. She sighed, slightly upset that her world saving ways had gotten her here, pregnant and at some psychopaths mercy. Maybe she should give that up and take up crocheting? Knitting? Cross stitch? Something that wasn't inherently dangerous?
That way she could always be there for her child, to watch her first steps, hear her first words, and wonder at her all of her firsts. True, it might make her a bit stir crazy staying at home all the time but the Muffin would always have a parent present, always have some one who loved her unconditionally. Shego also seemed to want to calm down her life, wanting to teach instead of world saving. Maybe if she got her adventure with GJ as a consultant that would keep her need for a rush down? Shego wasn't always called in to save the day, so maybe that might work out? Giving up what she had done for years would be difficult but if she was going to do it for anyone it would be her daughter and her wife.
What if she named the Muffin after Abby? Abigail Anne Possible. It was a mouthful and didn't flow well, but it might just work. It would be a fitting memorial for the woman who had done everything possible to keep her and her baby safe. The woman had been amazing, doing moves that Kim had never thought of, firing from all directions and positions. Gun Fu indeed. The sight of the brunette getting shot in the back replayed itself and she began to cry. What the hell was she going to do?
She sobbed, "Shego…come save me."
KPKPKPKPKP
"She's stationary?" asked Shego, pleased by the statement.
"Yep. Has been for the last five minutes. Are you ready to go?" asked Wade, a bit nervously as he typed more things into the computer, focusing the satellite imagery onto where he needed it.
Shego looked over at Ron Stoppable, the one time buffoon who was a dedicated and determined sidekick, and his ninja girlfriend Yori. They looked ready to move. The two squads of GJ agents were standing by with 2 MH-53M Pavelow helicopters that had been heavily modified for this type of operation. They also had an escort of 2 AH-64D Apache Longbow attack helicopters to provide additional firepower. They were as ready as they were going to be to pull this off and now they had a target.
Shego nodded grimly. "Let's go get my wife back."
