Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set 20 plus years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Kim set the microphone back so Don could hear her, "Don, get her away from population!"
"I'll try, Mom," After a moment, he added, "Suggestions?"
Kim sighed, "The suit is causing her to overreact emotionally. Be her annoying brother. She'll follow."
"Well, if its gonna be that easy..." Don trailed off as he put the handheld in his pocket.
Wade then ran into the office. "Something wrong, Kim?"
Kim set her hands on the desk and stood, "Did you not tell me that the Mark 1 Battle suit was destroyed?" She used every ounce of authority she could muster.
Wade paled, "What would make you think that-"
Kim turned her monitor. She had already rewound and paused the transmission from Don. It showed Anne, holding Barkin in mid-toss. The suit in question was clearly visible.
"Oh no," was all Wade could say.
"We will talk when my daughter is out of danger!" Kim dismissed him with a wave.
She then sat at the terminal and keyed in a connection. A moment later a man about thirty with brown hair was on the screen. "Kim, what's up?" he said jovially.
"How's Project Briaun coming, Tim?" asked Kim.
"Actually, I'm Jim," said her brother.
"Nice try," Kim almost smiled. "The project?"
"It's ready for field testing now," Tim said with a smile.
"Good." Kim's eyes narrowed. "It's getting one today."
"Be her annoying brother. She'll follow."
"Well, if it's gonna be that easy," Don said as he put the handheld in his pocket. "I might almost enjoy it," he lied, hoping it could be true.
"Hey, Lemonhead!" Don called, dredging up one of Anne's least favorite names from when they were kids.
Anne whirled toward him and glared. "I told you never to call me that, Strawberryface!"
She'd made the appropriate response. Anne was in there somewhere. What concerned him was that she had tossed a big guy like Barkin so easily.
Thankful that it was under Mom's orders, Don ran down the hall toward the exit. "Make me, Sourbrain!"
Once he was sure that she was following, Don ran out the door.
He paused a moment outside, unsure that she would come out. When Anne kicked down both of the exit doors, he was sure.
Don ran away from the school, trying to think where he should lead her. Where's a deserted wasteland when you need one?
Don needed someplace unused. Don thought about pulling out his handheld and asking Uncle Wade if there were only unused villain lairs nearby. Heck, an occupied one might be useful. Then he noticed the library up ahead. Fairy Tale Field!
Don ran around the library and up to the dilapidated wall with the locked gate. As he did, he wondered whether Anne could keep up and find him. He looked back to see that she was gaining! Apparently, strong people leap farther and faster.
Don didn't like the new situation of being trapped there against a wall with Anne bearing down on him with pumped up emotions and strength to match. Then he got an idea.
He stepped directly in front of the gate and watched her approach. Just as she was about five yards away, he called out. "You're late!"
Anne roared and leaped into a flying kick.
Don ducked, allowing Anne to knock down the door for him.
"Thanks, Sourbrain."
Anne got up and leapt at him with her arms extended.
She knocked him over and went for his throat.
Don kicked his knees up and rolled on his upper back, sending Anne over his head. He then jumped to his feet and ran through the gate.
Once in, he knew he had to hide and take a breath. He found a stage to hide under. After a moment, he pulled out his handheld and his inhaler.
"Mom, it's just Anne and me at Fairy Tale Field," he panted before dosing his lungs with medication.
"Good work, Don," came her reply from the blank screen. "I'll be there soon."
"Mom?" Don could not think how to voice his surprise.
"I'm coming, Don." she said sternly. "I know you just riled her up, but I need you to try to talk her down again. Just until I get there."
Flo surveyed the choices in the break room vending machine, also known by some of the more health-conscious agents as the 'carousel of death'. She knew she had to eat, but had no idea what she wanted. She pressed the controls that spun the cylinder around inside the machine, so that she saw all the possibilities. She finally chose a breakfast sandwich with sausage, despite the fact that it was now a half hour past noon.
She heated the sandwich in the microwave and bought a soda. Not long after she sat down, Will Du sat down across from her.
"Ming, I think you should know something," Du, head of information management, was not one to waste words.
"What is that?" asked Flo just before she bit into her sandwich.
"Someone has altered your file," he whispered.
Flo noted the concern on his face. "That was the Director," Flo said dabbing her mouth with a napkin.
"You know about this?" He asked, surprised.
"She advised me this morning."
"You mean it's correct?" Du's eyes were wide.
"She and I discovered it weeks ago," Flo tried to appear calm.
Du was quiet.
"It's only genetic," Flo told him. "I'm the same person. We just know who birthed me, now."
"Then why even file the information?"
"Full disclosure is always the ethical thing to do," Flo eyed him carefully. "You know that."
Du nodded, "I am sorry to have bothered you."
"You were trying to help," she managed to smile at him.
He nodded.
"Will?"
He paused before leaving, "Yes?"
"How did you catch this so quickly?"
"After every update I compare the new files with the backups, to make certain nothing has been hacked."
"Thanks." Flo knew that there was no telling how quickly this would spread, now that it had been released.
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