I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Invisible
BY LJ58
12
Will Du stood in the lab as Dr. Fyne worked on the device before him, and while he was silent due to his still-healing jaw, he was focused intently on the work before him.
He finally stepped back, and nodded, gesturing for Will to inspect the device.
"You think this will help us detect her if she comes anywhere near us," Will asked him bluntly.
Dr. Fyne nodded and gave a weak smile as he reached to cradle his jaw at that effort.
"Demonstrate," Agent Du told her.
The researcher nodded again, and again cringed, and then threw two toggles on the face of the device as the small scope began to chirp. Just before it began to shrill and the small dots on the GPS grid began to register all at once and everywhere.
Will, not being a complete imbecile, grabbed the man and dove down behind a solid lab table even as the machine exploded.
"That was not very helpful," Will hissed at the gaping man as they lay behind the table as debris rained over them.
Dr. Fyne just frowned up at him, looking stunned.
Rushing to a keyboard, he began to type and once done he waved Will over to point at the screen.
"The device did work," he typed with exclamation points. "The explosion was from the sheer number of tachyon particles being released by her new energetic core. Likely left from her last visit, which explains the overload. If I downplay the sensitivity to those particles, I can still track her anywhere she goes!"
"Then get on it. We need to find her, and fast, before she can….worse," Agent Du demanded.
~KP~
Kim smirked as they watched the new farmers on her miniature farm settling in as yet. So far, not many of them were getting along, and she wasn't taking any bets on their long-term survival if they didn't learn to cooperate.
Not that she cared just then.
So far as she was concerned she was finally ridding the world of blights that should have long been swept away.
Speaking of which, she mused, considering another blight that often unleashed more chaos than not, there was an overdue accounting yet to be tended.
She said nothing as she left her makeshift lab, Shego sleeping by then and the boys off doing whatever they did when not poking their noses into things. Fixing her gaze on the many and very easily opened portals around her, she smiled as she saw one, in particular, she had been thinking about just a moment ago.
She smirked as she opened a certain portal for viewing only, and saw the man with a brace on his jaw and smirked.
She ignored whatever he was working on, knowing it was likely only something soon to bring misery to someone somewhere, and reached through the portal rather than risk stepping through, and jerked the man right through the portal to land sprawling at her feet.
The man landed there, eyes hugely rounded, and staring in horror as Kim pointed something at him.
"Posh-ul," he slurred, and held up his hands in vain as something bright flashed before him, and suddenly the redhead was a giant reaching for him even as she suddenly vanished before he was carried away.
He noted the moment she touched him the world seemed to turn into a blurry haze and he could not even clearly see himself. This was bizarre, and he couldn't imagine what was creating this illusion as he suddenly found himself dropped, and slowly the world came back into focus after he was deposited on what seemed a wide, patch of raw earth.
Then Dr. Director and Wade Lode were there eyeing him as he stared helplessly around.
"So, she got to you, too," Dr. Director murmured as she looked around, but saw nothing, not even Shego.
"From the look of his jaw he isn't going to be saying much for a while," Wade sighed.
"No. Just tell me, yes or no, is Agent Du aware of what is happening?"
Dr. Fyne nodded.
"That's something. Du can be a bulldog on the trail if he is focused. With luck, he may find a means of locating us," Betty mused.
"But can he stop Kim," Wade asked.
Dr. Director had no answer for that.
~KP~
"Ron-San," Yori asked as the young monkey ninja put his communicator away. "Is something wrong?"
"I'm not sure," he told her as they knelt on a certain rooftop. "I was trying to check in with Wade about KP's issue, but…. I couldn't reach either of them. Just a lot of messages from Du and GJ, but I already know what they want," he said, rolling his eyes.
"Perhaps they are busy themselves just now," the young ninja woman asked, pointing, "As we are about to be."
"Good point. Let's go explain you don't target children in our territory, shall we," Ron smiled.
"It would be my honor," Yori said grimly as they both rose to leap over the rooftop to fire matching grapples as they swung down toward the gang members infiltrating a certain neighborhood watched over by Yamanouchi.
~KP~
"Has anyone seen Dr. Fyne this morning," Will Du asked as he entered the command center two days later.
One of the agents turned, and eyed him, remarking, "According to internal security, he never left his lab, sir. He certainly never checked out through any of the standard checkpoints."
Will frowned, and declared, "Full sweep. I want a check of the entire premises, and make sure you check everywhere."
"Commander…?"
"Possible may have struck again," he swore and turned to stalk out, looking grim as he headed for Dr. Fyne's lab himself.
Walking into the lab, he saw the man's personal laptop still open and something on it was blinking. He walked over and studied the grid coordinates apparently logging something he was tracking.
Then he noted the equipment plugged into the laptop, and knew it was very similar to that first device crafted to try to track Possible's new energy signature that was keeping her invisible. He frowned as he glanced back to the map and noted the signature was being logged almost all over the world as if she were bouncing around like a manic frog.
Eyeing the device again, he began to make his own adjustments and set the tracking software to adjust for times and dates as well as past incidences. The points now adjusted themselves using color-coding, and then lines connected those from the older incidents to the most recent.
Then he noted something curious.
He followed the lines and noted the majority all connected at a point in the southern Pacific Ocean in a location far from any landmass.
Any known landmass.
Still, and he adjusted the map and reset the grid to confirm his findings, he again saw that almost all of the tracking nodes either originated or ended at that same location. Noting the coordinates, Will began to smile as he forgot Dr. Fyne and logged the grid coordinates for his own use.
Rushing back to control, he loaded the coordinates on the tracking satellite GJ used, and ordered his agents, "Get me everything you can on that location. Zoom in and scan with everything we have," he ordered.
Twenty minutes later, Will Du smiled more than smugly as he declared, "Prep three…. No, five strike teams. We're going after Possible, and I'll lead them myself," he said, and turned and went to prepare.
~KP~
Jack Hench eyed the newcomer in disgust.
The lanky, if not almost scrawny man was not only injured, he was obviously unfit for any work as they tried to manage the farming demanded of them if they were going to outlast the rapidly dwindling provisions available to them.
"Give me one reason why we should keep this idiot alive," Jack demanded. "Especially since I happen to know he's the reason we're all stuck here like this," the tycoon swore, making all those around him in the kitchen just then eye him.
"We can all point fingers, and take the blame here," Betty cut in. "Consider, however, that while Dr. Fyne may not be…brawn, he is a very clever brain. While we do the labor, he can find us a way to work smarter, and maybe even ensure our agricultural efforts succeed. Am I right," she asked the pale, uneasy man surrounded by genuine supervillains rather than fawning interns or research peers.
He nodded vehemently and lifted a worn pencil over the tablet they had found for him to communicate.
"I earned my first degree in agricultural practices and farming hostile environs," he wrote. "I'm sure I can help you improve this habitat," he wrote, underlining 'improve.'
"Well, he certainly has my vote," Senor Senior, Sr. declared as he read the tablet held up for them to view. "I wager few of us can boast such expertise."
"If he's being honest," Professor Dementor sneered, "For I am thinking not!"
"One more shout and you are out of my kitchen," Bonnie Senior pointed at him with her own coffee cup. "I already told you about that one."
"The man cringed, looking sheepish because until Bonnie had arrived, most of their meals had been barely edible. None of them had been very good cooks.
"Aye, let the laddie at least try," Killigan told them. "We already know we're all clueless. What could it hurt?"
"It could mean an extra mouth to feed we can't afford," Lucre declared. "Considering every newcomer represents a lowering of our chances…."
"We can always cut the dead weight from the start," Jack said, eyeing Francis.
"I'm just saying if he can help, let him help," he grimaced.
"I'll look over your operation first, and discern how you're doing, and how we need to improve," Alyn Fyne wrote. "Only I will need hands to manage the labor, because…. Ribs as well as jaw," he admitted.
"I still can't believe Kim did that to you," Wade remarked.
"Possible? Damn, the wee lassie is getting meaner," Killigan grimaced.
"Worse. As we said, much worse," Dr. Director told them. "So don't expect help. I have the feeling we really are on our own here," she reminded them.
"Right. So, after lunch, you prove you're worth keeping around, and we all get to work. Mrs. Senior," Jack nodded to her, "You start an official inventory of what we have now, and we clamp down on rationing so we can ensure things last long enough for our first crop at the least."
"Now see here. You're letting her….?"
"Zip it," Jack growled at Lucre.
"I'm just saying," the little man cringed, "I'm quite good at managing things, and ensuring…."
"You're also quite good at pilfering. Stay out of the pantry, or we plant you next," Jack shot.
Lucre didn't say a word.
To Be Continued…..