Jez:Don't worry the cards were a one time thing, as is the billions. You'll have to wait for the end of the story for it to make sense. As for the powers, you'll notice she hasn't used them to change her fighting style much. They're more utility than anything else. As for getting more, she's not, just learning what can be done with the magic. I never intended on integrating it into her fighting style, but on occasion, having them is good when the sitch calls for it. They aren't exactly super either, since they do require energy.
I didn't fix it, but found enough of the backups to keep writing this.
CC:Thanks, and he doesn't learn that fast.
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"I can't drive this thing." Ron grunted. They were standing in Behemoth, with Ron in the command chair. It really was called that. The steering wheel in front was standard, but instead of pedals, it had a throttle, and two sliding foot rests, to control tilt of the entire thing.
"You'll have to learn, Kim and Shego did." Adam replied. He'd already known Shego could do it, so he'd had her demonstrate. Kim had learned quick, and turned out to be better at driving it than Shego. A fact that drew mirth from Ron, until he was informed he was going to have to do it.
"So let them drive, I don't want to." Adam threw his hands up, and turned to the girls.
"You two do it. I'm going to watch television." A ring now rested on his right hand, a gift he said, from Kara and the other Adam. He said that it suppressed certain aspects of his powers, allowing him greater control. He'd explained that his magic was what caused the incidents at the lake, by suppressing inhibitions, and letting emotions that one would normally have ignored, float to the surface. He apologized mentioning it was probably why Kim and Shego had... He was visibly glad, when they professed they knew, and were not going to kill him. They did promise not to forget it though. He'd simply sighed and nodded. Ron hadn't been entirely so nice. He hauled back, and driven his fist into Adam's jaw. Which had started a fairly long fight, lasting almost an hour. By the end of the fight, all tension had been gone, and Ron had forgiven him. When asked for an explanation from the girls, they'd shrugged and said it was a guy thing. The response resulted in a number of eye rolls, and low mutters.
"Ron it's not difficult." Kim said. "The throttle has five mph detour detents, meaning it locks in place every five miles an hour. That's what the thumb button is for, to lock, and unlock it. The finger trigger makes it go. Rocking the throttle back and forth slows you down incrementally, so you stop longer, instead of the hard stops. Releasing and depressing the trigger again resets it to full. It's not hard." Ron nodded.
"To do it any other way, would make controlling speed too hard. Even with hydraulics, it's tricky. That's why the detents. Most roads use five mile an hour increments of speed, so that makes it easier." Shego commented.
"That's not the tricky part. It's steering." He waved encompassing both pedals, and wheel. "I keep bumping the pedals."
"Ah, is that all?" Shego grins, and leans over towards Kim. She whispers something in her ear. Kim turns, and whispers back and forth. Ron swallows, as they talk, grins slowly rising. When they turn back, the smiles much resemble cats, about to play with a mouse. He swallowed again, when Kim pulled him off the seat, and Shego sat down. "Sit down." She patted her leg. Ron stared. Kim pushed him, laughing. He swallowed, yet again and sat down. He could almost feel Shego grinning.
"Shego's going to demonstrate. Adam! We're moving." Kim called.
"Alright." The response drifted back.
"Shego..." Ron silenced as Shego slipped the throttle forwards, at an easy ten miles an hour. The massive vehicle moved ahead smoothly, despite it's size. He forced himself to remain calm as he held the wheel in a death grip. They were practicing in a huge, vacant parking lot, so there was lots of room to maneuver,and he did, slowly swinging the wheel around to the right, he vehicle began to turn, and lean. Kim snapped her hand out and grabbed the wall railing, running waist high, all the way around the sides of the bus. Shego waited a moment longer and then pulled her right foot back and jammed the left forwards. The secondary hydraulics whined as they yanked down on the right side, and pushed up against the left, balancing the huge vehicle. Ron straightened the wheel. "See, I can't do it. I can't react that fast." He complained. Shego released the throttle. She leaned forwards smashing him as she gripped his legs and put one foot on each pedal, then sat up straight, pulling him along. She grabbed his hands and put the right one on the steering wheel, with the left on the throttle. She wrapped her hands over his, directly over his fingers, palms pressed against the backs.
"Alright, this time, I'm going to drive you and you just have to feel it." Shego told him, pressing his left thumb with hers, then she pushed the throttle back up to ten. The massive vehicle accelerated again. Shego lifted his hand to the steering wheel, and began to turn the monster vehicle again. It started to tilt, and he moved his legs, but the wrong way. Shego rolled her eyes, and jammed the pedals the other way, over powering his legs, with hers, and the bus tilted level again. She straightened out the wheel. "Just remember, the bus knows where it's balance is, but you need to tell it to find that. It won't do it on it's own. Just remember, forward makes the hydraulics go up, and back makes them go down." He turned the wheel again, and balanced the bus again. She grinned at Kim, winking since she didn't have to help this time. He noticed after a moment that she hadn't.
"Did I do that?" He grinned. Kim laughed and nodded. "Boo-yah!" He grinned, pumping his fist. The process made him elbow Shego. She grunted. "Sorry." He apologized.
"No big, I'll make sure you make it up to me later." She grinned when he whipped around in the seat, and stared at her. She let the throttle die, and then kissed him on the nose. Ron grinned, as he slipped off. Adam appeared from further back, seeming know when it occurred.
"So, who wants to drive back?" He asked with a grin. A few minutes later, he was grumbling as he drove the huge bus back to the lot where he kept it. He'd been unanimously voted driver. There was a certain amount of giggling drifting from the back. Not all of it from Kim and Shego.
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On Darkwolf's Citadel, Amy was giggling, as Drakken and Monkey fist battled back and forth, a fight provoked by an idle comment she made. While they rolled around on the floor, Duff and Darkwolf were knocking golf balls out the forcefield that had replaced the window. It was calibrated so nothing could get in, and only the golf balls could get out. They were waiting on Dementor, a now common occurrence. He was almost never on time, and when he was, something was usually about to go wrong, or just had. The door banged open, and he entered, dragging a large silver box. One of the guards held the door until he was through, and then shut it quietly. The noise had broken up the fight on the floor, and now everyone was staring at Dementor.
"Behold! The Entertaininator!" The silver box unfolded into a large satellite dish. Blank stares met his pronouncement. "It vill make all television pay-per-view. And they vill have to pay US." He smiled.
"Excellent." Darkwolf smiled. He turned to Duff and Drakken. "Are you two ready to put into action our plan to infiltrate the listening device?" They nodded. It had been disguised as a rough gem, fresh from the ground. A fake hit on the website would bring Kim into action, and they would get away clean, Darkwolf had planned the escape personally, it wasn't something that could be screwed up. :Even by Mr. Marcae's interference.: He smiled mentally, as the two nodded.
"Oh, aye we're ready to go anytime." Duff confirmed.
"Then go for it." He nodded. They left. "So, what missing component that we don't have need to steal does this thing need?"
"A transwave modulator." Dementor replied, sighing.
"Oh, I know where to get one of those." Amy spoke up. Monkey Fist turned to her.
"Where my dear?" He asked congenially.
"There's one at the university of southern California. In the research lab." She smiled.
"Then we will go and steal it. Let us round up my monkey minions, and we shall snatch it out of their very grasp." Monkey Fist smiled.
"Isn't he just so cute when he's evil?" DNAmy asked the other two villains.
"Do we have to answer with him standing there?" Darkwolf asked.
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"I still think I should be getting some if I'm doing the work." Adam muttered. Shego kicked him in the leg.
"What am I?" She asked.
"I concede the point." He grinned, rubbing the impact point on his leg.
"Don't hurt him. He's just mad that Ron's getting more than he is." Kim giggled. Ron grinned, and Adam snorted.
"I can get more than him if I want." He grunted.
"Yeah, dream on." A pair of girls walking by commented. They were sitting in an outdoor cafe eating lunch. He leveled a stare at them, and found himself resisting the urge to give them the finger, or taking the ring off.
"Awww, poor baby." Shego said kissing him on the cheek.
"Ah well." He sighed, and leaned back. "So, what'd you all want to do today? We got the tailor out of the way, and we aren't leaving until tomorrow, so..." He shrugged.
"Well, we could go shopping again." Kim suggested.
"NO!" The response came from both boys. Kim laughed.
"I was kidding. How about some target practice?" She asked.
"Sounds good to me." Ron shrugged.
"Of course you agree, you really are getting some." Adam accused. Three stares leveled at him. "Sorry."
"Let's go get some practice, then we'll get it on." Shego offered. A shrug around the table confirmed it.
An hour later, Kim pulled into a dusty farmers driveway, a few miles outside Middleton.
"Is this the place?" She asked.
"Yeah. Jerry!" Adam bellowed. A head poked out of the farm house, and then a huge man burst out the door. Six foot, five inches, and with muscles the size of tree trunks on his upper arms, the man grabbed Adam and squeezed him into a bear hug. There was a cracking noise, and then Adam hit the ground again. He stood, and stretched. "Ladies, Ron, meet Jerry, the single strongest chiropractor I've ever met. He can realign a spine with a hug."
"You know Adam?" Kim asked.
"And you Miss Possible. You helped my uncle, he was lost in a hurricane in the gulf." He smiled warmly.
"I remember that, it's no big, just guiding a super tanker in the middle of the night, without instruments." Kim shrugged it off.
"So, what can I do for you guys?" He asked.
"We wanted to use your north field, for a little target practice." Adam smiled. Jerry gave him a flat look.
"Level it out this time, it took forever to get it done last time. But go ahead." He grinned.
"Can we take the tractor? Kim'd kill me if your... ahem, roads, destroyed her car." Adam asked. Jerry nodded.
"I'll get it." Fifteen minutes later, they were standing on a hay wagon, in the middle of an open field, watching the tractor race away.
"Isn't this a bit big for target practice?" Kim asked.
"No, you two suck." He pointed at Kim and Ron. Kim glanced at Shego.
"You said sucking was a good thing." Shego stared back a second then burst into a fit of laughter. When she finished, Adam shook his head.
"I mean your aim sucks. Here." He lifted his hand, energy dancing and forming into a small steel orb. He cast it out into the field, where it floated. "Alright, blast it with lightning." Ron stepped forwards, and raised his arm. Lightning flashed out, and blew the ground behind the orb into a crater. He winced, and stepped aside. Kim launched her attack, and hit short. Shego snorted, and lanced out a single finger of lightning, annihilating the orb.
"You two aren't focusing. Just relax, and feel it." Another orb flashed out. Ron fired again, managed a finger of lightning, and missed totally. Kim fired, hit the orb, but still couldn't manage to control it down. Another orb, another try. Kim went first this time, and nailed the orb, with a nearly straight finger of lightning. Ron missed again.
"Alright, time to try something else." Adam muttered, sweating. The orb lowered to the ground. "Stupid ring. It's supposed to help my control, so I'm not burning so much energy."
"You aren't, without it, you'd have passed out by this point." Ron pointed out.
"You're right." Adam nodded, dropping to one of the crates. "Alright, one big burst, and then we'll go from there. Step back, this might be messy." Red and blue light flashed up as he lifted his arms out to his sides. Hair flying, he rose into the air, and then a wave of power expanded, sweeping across the field. In it's wake a large number of targets appeared, some backed by sand mounds, some not, and a small building. He hit the deck again, and dropped to his knees. Shego passed him a bottle of water, which he drained. He sat back down, and she took over.
"I think we'll try Exo-armor next. It's a tad less dangerous." She smiled, and opened the largest of the six crates. From it, she pulled a pair of small shoulder pads. She handed one to Kim, and one to Ron. She pulled her own, and slipped it on. "Just hit the button."
In doing so, the armor unfolded. It spread from the shoulder plate, covering first the other shoulder, and down the arms, leaving only the hands uncovered. It stretched down the torso, almost, but not quite skin tight, wrapping the waist, and then the legs, and feet. Stylized, with the Team Possible Logo, along with an engraved name on the chest just below the neck. Kim's was red, Ron's blue, and Shego's? Black and Green of course.
"This reminds me of the Centurion project." Kim commented.
"It's very similar, both in style, and operation, though different in execution." Shego replied. "Strength enhancements are greater, along with energy based combat enhancers." Blank stares. "Surrounds your hands and feet in a protective force field, allowing for more power behind the punches, with less damage to your hands." She explained. "Lethal weapons, included in the armor, include, a seven inch spike, on the right arm." She bent her right hand back, and a long spike snapped out. It vanished as she leaned her hand back. "A sonic disruption cannon." She lifted her left arm, and concentrated on a large white plate. There was a ripple in the air, as the discharge flashed through the air, and shattered the plate. "A lesser version of Adam's big gun. And finally, the coup de grace." She lifted her right arm again, and the armor reacted, sliding from every where else, to form into a large multi barreled cannon. "The three-six-zero. A high velocity .50 caliber minigun. Requires outside ammo, but anything in front of it is shredded." The armor reformed. "Lift is achieved the same way as your backpack, except this is an air breather. Includes muscle enhancements on a magnitude of five, as well as optional vision enhancements, with HUD." A silver piece of metal slithered up her neck, and over her eye, giving her an eye piece. "Thermal, night vision, radio wave, and zoom functions. The entire armor interfaces directly into your spinal column, giving instant control. Everything works without thinking. The armor itself, while not invulnerable, is nearly so against small arms fire. Will stop ninety-nine percent of a full standard magazine from an AK-47."
"Ninety nine percent?" Ron asked, a touch worriedly.
"Yes, it will block the first twenty-nine rounds, but number thirty will get through. The idea is to close before that happens." She grinned. Kim lifted her arm, and aimed for another of the white plates. The shot shattered the plates, lifted her off her feet, and carried her through Adam, onto the ground. Adam was knocked off his crate. Kim laughed.
"Are you alright KP?" Ron asked.
"Just fine, this stuff is spankin'!" She grinned, as she rose into the air, and landed on the decking. "I love this stuff." She grinned. The eyepiece formed over Ron's eye, and he aimed for another plate. He fired, and missed. The back blast lifted him high into the air, but he stopped, and hung there.
"Cool." He grinned. He landed again. Shego sighed.
"Let's try a little hand to hand combat." She leapt off the wagon, and hit the ground. Ron and Kim floated off, and landed gently. Shego hit them right away, sweeping a foot through the location of Kim's head, just after it moved, sliding into a sweep towards Ron's legs. He leapt them and kicked out, but she was already rolling away. Kim charged her and leapt, the scram jet flaring to give power to her leap. Shego just managed to roll away, and came to her feet, just as Ron impacted, feet first. The impact put her on the ground, but he slammed the jets into action, and he lifted into the air. "I was going to play fair, but, since you won't." As Kim's foot slammed downwards to drive her back down, the ground below her exploded as her own jets burst into action. The foot hit the ground, as Shego reached twenty feet. "You want me? Come and get me." She grinned. A nod between the friends, and they burst into the air, arms cocked, striking out at her. Shego laughed, and dropped a dozen feet, then lanced up at them. She hit them in mid abdomen, and then the thrust angled and the three slammed into the ground.
"Get her!" Kim yelled, laughing. Ron swung, and Shego ducked, so the blow caught Kim across the chin. She reeled back, and then came to stare at Ron. She lunged and attacked them both. The two fought back, against each other, as well as her, so it turned mostly into a massive melee. It was almost an hour later, before they tired out. Returning to the wagon, Adam was nowhere to be found. Shego slammed her jets to full power, lifting almost three hundred feet into the air, before finding him. He was tottering slowly across the field towards them. She landed again, and he arrived a few moments later.
"Sorry, nature called, and there weren't any convenient bushes." He apologized.
"No big. Are you alright?" Kim asked.
"Yeah, just had too much tequila." He waved at the bottle.
"There's only a single drink's worth missing." Ron commented. Kim wondered how he knew how much was there.
"So?" Adam asked, smiling. He really was drunk, and on just that. Shego sighed.
"Why did you bring that along?" She asked.
"It was." He belched. "Excuse me, a present for you, that I wanted to give you later, but I, grabbed the wrong bottle." He replied. "I know you don't like Vodka, and I couldn't find any of that, greek stuff you like, so..." He waved at the bottle. "If my... Oh hell." He stumbled back, and almost fell off the wagon. "Metabolism ever catches up, I'll be fine." He whispered. He appeared to have progressed into hangover. "Let's go shoot something, quiet, by personal preference." He moved absolutely silently to the crate containing the armor, and lifted his out. He slid it on, counted ten, and turned it on. It was identical to the rest of theirs, except it was silver in color, and had a different logo. A S, inside of an C, inside of a U. Something clicked in Kim's mind
"I've seen that before." She said, snapping her fingers. Adam glared at her. "Sorry." She whispered. "That same symbol is on Genny, and Behemoth."
"It's the symbol of the company that employs him. Unlimited leisure expeditions, incorporated. Ule corp. This stuff all comes from the Systemworks division, more or less their R&D department. That's the individual division logo." Shego explained. "We get most of the new stuff, before any of the rest of the company does." There was a quartet of clicks, as he pushed down on the rack which had held the armor panels. It slid up, and she saw why it was so large. Four, compound recurve bows hung on racks under the panels. Adam squinted at the names handing one to each of them. They were colorless when received, but changed on contact. They were also engraved. He lifted his own.
"See? Quiet." He whispered. He floated quietly off the platform, and headed through the field, very quietly, as they followed. He reached a small archery range. Something occurred to him. "Ron? Do me a favor, and run back to the wagon, and retrieve the arrows? The crate is marked. Thanks." Ron stepped around a corner. There was a roar from his scram jet. Adam winced again. "Nice to know my head is still in one piece. Ron landed back a moment later, carrying a large round case. He set it down, and Shego unscrewed the lid.
"Why is the lid screwed on in the first.... Oh." Nestled in the lid of the case, in separate packaging, in order to avoid injury, were several dozen broadhead tips. In the bottom, were an equal number of arrows. Adam plucked on out, and fitted it to the bow. It was already fitted with a bullet shaped tip. He raised the weapon, closed his eyes, and fired. The arrow slammed through the target, dead on. He opened his eyes, and swore.
"What? You got a bulls-eye." Ron commented.
"I was aiming for the far left hand target, not the one on the right. You guys try." The archery was fairly interesting. Kim turned out to really suck, while Ron split several arrows, not all his own. Shego wrote her name in arrows. Adam? His aimed seemed to get worse, the closer he got to sober. The problem was solved, when it was pointed out he was closing his eyes to aim. He wasn't as perfect at it as Ron, but he was better than Kim.
"Kim? Try using the armor's sights. The bow will interface." She nodded, and the eye piece slid up, she took a breath, and fired. The arrow blew through dead center. She grinned.
"Time to move up to some noisier." Adam grinned, as they retrieved their arrows. Returning to the wagon, using the armor's jets this time, they landed at the large gun range, carrying two crates a piece. Adam had the heaviest, and Ron the next down. Kim and Shego were carrying the largest in size. On landing, Shego flipped the first one open. Inside, lay four shining AK-47's, gleaming from fresh oil. "We keep them oiled, even though they work without it. The case auto oils it every so often, even if it's not being used. I kissed the designer when I got this." Adam explained, and then grinned. "It's a good thing her boyfriend was standing there, and she was able to call him off, that would have been nasty other wise." He laughed.
"You're incorrigible." Shego said, poking him. He nodded. She lifted out the guns.
"Doesn't matter who gets which one." He told her. "They're identical." She tossed him one, and he bent over to inspect the cases he'd carried in. He snorted and peered at Ron's. He chuckled, and unscrewed one of them. Inside, were stacked, in quarters, four piles of magazines. The other side was empty. He lifted a magazine, and snapped it in, finger clear the trigger. They each loaded, all keeping finger clear the trigger. "These only have Safe, Semi, and three round burst so they aren't standard. Those have full auto capability. I rarely fire full auto anyway." He stepped up, snapped the gun to semi, snapped back the bolt, and checked for brass. He swung the gun up from the ground, and took aim. He stopped, and turned. You might want to use the armor's AV protection."
"Anti-virus?" Ron asked.
"Audio/Visual." Shego replied, and the armor formed up over her ears, and eyes. A throat mike slid up. "Now outside noise from gun fire is cancelled out." She explained. Ron and Kim nodded, and activated it. Adam did as well, and then fired twice, aiming for the long target, almost a quarter mile away. The zoom on the armor showed them that he hit, one to each side of the bulls eye. A third round hit dead on.
"The first two were wing shots, using only zoom on the armor. The third took the armors aiming sights into account. Either of you actually fired a gun before?" Adam asked. They both shook their heads. He sighed. "Shego, you've got choice." He waved. She grinned, and put an arm around Kim's shoulders. "I get first pick next time." A quick firearms lesson later, Ron and Kim were firing without benefit of the armor's sighting, and doing fairly well. Shego's aim was perfect as usual. Adam made a comment about that. "You're showing off." He accused.
"Who made two wing shots, at a quarter mile, without benefit of assistance?" She asked. He snorted.
"You wrote our initials in a heart, at an eighth of a mile." He replied. Kim shrugged when Shego looked at her. Ron continued shooting, blissfully ignoring the conversation. When they had finished the ammo, and replaced the rifles. Shego promised to show them how to clean it later, he popped open the next crate. Inside, rested a pair, of rocket launchers. "I only brought two, due to weight, and ammo restrictions." He lifted one out, wincing at the weight, despite the armor, and handed it to Shego, who barely seemed to notice it. The launchers had two tubes, a sighting scope, and pistol grip for the trigger. "The scope has to be switched between one tube and the other, to true the sighting, since what's a perfect shot for one tube, might be a miss for the other." He commented, pointing out a small button.
"This is the only weapon, that can't take advantage of the armors sighting system." Shego noted. "Eye and ear protection, is recommended though, as is staying out of the back blast. The armor won't protect from the several thousand degree's of heat." She grinned, and aimed down range. Of the five targets, she aimed for the one a quarter mile away, and fired. The rocket's back blast lifted her from her feet, and slammed her into the back wall, even counting her bracing, and the armor enhancing her already impressive strength. The rocket itself, set two of the targets on fire, and mostly vaporized the far one. Shego rose, and dusted herself off.
"I told you not to fire from a standing position." Adam grinned.
"Once. After we'd just had sex. I was very tired, and unlike you, I do forget things." Shego snorted. Ron chuckled.
"She's got a point dude, that isn't the best time to tell things, except maybe proposing." Ron grinned.
"Why proposing?" Kim asked curiously.
"The ring is a great reminder." Ron replied, with a wink. Kim stared at him a moment, and shrugged. Shego handed her the rocket launcher, and she grimaced.
"This, is how you're supposed to fire it." Adam dropped to one knee,and took aim at the next closer target. He fired. The back blast roared, and dropped him on his ass, but he didn't move from his location. The rocket wiped out the target. Kim dropped to one knee, and fired. The rocket slammed into the target, and then blew. There was a split second delay between impact, and detonation. Adam sighed. He passed Ron the launcher, and hit the deck. Ron fired, and the rocket lanced out, annihilating both remaining targets. Whether he planned it, or it was an accident, the other three weren't entirely sure. He managed to maintain perfect calm.
"Holy hell." Was Kim's response. Shego just stared. Adam leaned the launchers against a wall.
"Got to let them cool before packing them back up." He explained. "Grab the other cases, there's another range over here." He led them through a door, large enough to bring the remaining cases through. There was, an identical range. Shego popped the next crate. Inside was a surprise.