Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set twenty three years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.
Bopper flew above the troops giving radio commands. "Keego five, bring your division a few degrees south." It had been refreshingly easy to train these troops. They all thought so alike that they moved and fought together with incredible synchronization.
They had already run off a squad of policeman in riot gear with ease. This was going to be cake.
"Bopper, Status report."
"Our girls are doing just bitchen, Dr. D," Bopper smiled. As something exploded somewhere below, she commented, "There goes another cop car."
"Excellent," said Drakken. "How far to Carson City?"
"We're storming through Como. Another fifteen miles or so."
He laughed, "By tomorrow morning, it will be the capital of Drakada!"
Bopper winced at the pun, "Yes, Dear."
Wade appeared on Kim's screen. "Kim, I'm sorry. I know you wanted time off,"
"What's the sitch, Wade?" Kim sounded tired.
"Drakken is attacking Nevada!"
"Nevada?" echoed Ron.
"Maybe he thought a desert state would be easier," Anne thought aloud.
"He could charge admission to Vegas," quipped Don.
"Have you mobilized any units yet?" asked Kim.
"We've got several teams flying out there, and the army is deploying too."
"What's his weapon this time?" asked Kim.
Wade glanced at his readings again, "An army of green-haired women."
"Why don't I like the sound of that?"
"They seem to be some sort of clones," said Wade. A picture and partial schematic came up of a green haired woman with more than a passing resemblance to Kim, one hand aglow. "Local police tried using soda on our suggestion, but it didn't work."
"Oh, man," sighed Ron.
"Not again!" moaned Kim.
The kids brought up the reading on their own handheld units.
"You would look surprisingly good with green hair, Mom," said Don.
Kim just scowled.
"They've got Shego's powers?" Anne gasped.
"You know when I was in high school, clones didn't have Shego's powers," said Ron. "In fact, only Shego had Shego's powers, which is why they're Shego's powers."
"How many are we talking about, Wade?" Kim asked.
"Hundreds," Wade said dejectedly.
Don broke the following silence, "Any pink ones, Uncle Wade?"
"No, just green."
Don smiled knowingly.
"Transport for us, Wade?" Kim asked.
"Cann should be there any second now."
Everyone got up.
Kim ordered, "Wade, scan these girls every way you can. Drakken couldn't have made so many so quickly without cutting a corner somewhere."
"I'm on it." Wade disappeared from the screen.
Soon the Stoppable family was flying together over Nevada.
Wade came on the aircraft's screen again. "We caught a piece of a radio transmission. Drakken calls these clones, 'Keegos'."
"That is sick and wrong!" said Ron.
"You don't have to tell me, Dear," Kim said calmly. "Do we have a command center yet, Wade?"
"We've set up in a place called 'Fiddler's Green'."
"How are those scans coming?"
"A while longer, Kim."
"We need to know, Wade!"
"I'm going as fast as I can, Kim," Wade said as he typed. "There are thousands upon thousands of possible permutations... Got it!" He did a double take at his screen.
"Well?"
"Salt water," Wade said with disbelief.
"That'll be easy!" said Don.
"Except in the desert," quipped Anne.
"Actually, Carson City is in the mountains," said Kim. "Of course, it's still dry."
"How about Lake Tahoe?" asked Anne.
"Fresh water," said Wade.
"Now we know why Nevada," said Ron.
"So it had nothing to do with Las Vegas?" asked Don.
"No, Don," Kim patronized. "Thanks, Wade. I'll check in after we touch down."
Walter Nelson was tending the garden in front of his home. He so enjoyed the quiet challenge of maintaining vegetation in the high, dry clime. It was not as hard as many might think, particularly when one knew what could survive on it's own and what plants required great care in the current environ.
His quiet task was disrupted when a green blast struck his wife's car, which was parked in the driveway. He turned to see a large group of green-haired teen women marching down the trail by his home. Several of them took more pot shots at various objects along their way with green blasts emanating from glowing hands.
He thought he should move to safety, but was mesmerized by their fluid motion and striking, if unusual, beauty. He was surprised when one winked at him.
"Walter!" his wife called from the front door softly. "Get inside!"
"Huh?" Walter turned. "Oh!" he rushed in and his wife closed the door behind him.
"The news said it's some sort of terrorist group," Julia said once they were both inside.
They watched out the front window together, standing in the doorway to the front room in case they had to retreat.
Walter couldn't shake the feeling that these terrorist girls looked familiar.
The Stoppables filed into the makeshift tent that was the new field command post with their pilot. The agents present greeted the Director respectfully. She quickly thanked them went to a Comm. terminal to check in.
"There moving quickly for foot soldiers," said Wade. "They should be on your position in a few hours."
"Thanks, Wade." Kim closed the channel. "How's the army progressing?" she asked Dora Barnes
"They have an infantry division moving in, but they will be another hour at least."
"Air support?"
"We now have five transport aircraft onsite and the new squadron of Jordans is en route," Dora checked the time, "Another forty-five minutes, Director."
"Any salt water sources around?"
"No, Director."
Kim sighed, "See if we can get local fire departments involved to start with. If that works, then we will just need a lot of salt."
Ron Reager was climbing carefully down the bank of a small river to obtain a water sample for the water management division of Lyon County. It was at times like this that he wished he hadn't cut gym in high school.
He held onto a small tree trunk jutting out of the steep bank and let his cup-on-a-string fall into the stream below.
Suddenly, a group of green-haired girls leaped across from the other side of the stream. Several nimbly landed near his precarious position.
He was startled but managed to continue holding on. However, one of the green teens chopped at the small tree he was holding with a glowing hand. He promptly fell into the stream.
He spent a moment under the water before he reached the surface, then he shook excess water out his hair. He was again awed when he still saw at least a score of identical women leaping across the stream as he allowed himself to be carried downstream.
"I knew I should have taken that job in Trenton!"
"Director, we have another bogie coming in fast from the Northeast," said Dora.
"Any markings?" asked Kim.
"The aircraft is hailing on our frequency, Director," Dora was surprised.
A voice came through. "Global Justice, this is Hego. Can the team assist in any way?"
"Affirmative, Hego," Kim smiled. "What brings you out here?"
"Well, Director, we understand there is an army of glowing women down there." His tone changed just enough to indicate he was smiling. "And our newest member, who has a soft spot for Global causes, explained that this is a family matter."
"Flo's up there?" Don said hopefully.
Kim handed her son the microphone.
"Hego, this is Don Stoppable. Put the pink lady on, please."
Flo's voice came immediately, "I can hear you, boyo."
"You had me worried, Flo," smiled Don.
"Don, I really don't know if your mom's gonna like us talking."
"Ask her yourself, girlfriend." Don handed the microphone back to his mother, who actually tried not to take it. Don silently insisted.
"Flo?" Kim said experimentally. "You're clear." Kim waited to see if there was a response before she continued, "I'll make a long, formal apology later. Right now, we have a need for saline down here. Would you be offended if I sent your team to the salt mines?"
"Not at all, Kim," Flo responded.
"Excellent!" Kim leaned over a map Anne was brining over. "There's a flat ten miles north of my position. You can follow the route our planes are taking there. We've got the water coming. You just help bring the salt. Okay?"
"Affirmative, GJ," Hego answered as the team's jet turned.
"Good luck, Go."
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