KP One Oh One Chapter 13: Part XIII The Alpha Plot, a kim possible fanfic

KP – One Oh One : Part XIII - The Alpha Plot

Three aircraft were being lifted into place by an overhead crane. Crews dressed in coveralls versions of the magenta and white off WWEE swarmed all over them, preparing them for flight. Perhaps it was not as efficient as the automated hanger system built into Global Justice headquarters, but it would do for their purposes. The flight crews readied themselves as fuel lines were disengaged.

Cary allowed himself a smug, satisfied smile. He was standing on the raised platform in the middle of his command and control center. While he knew they would soon have to abandon that particular base, he was not concerned. His mole at GJ told him the fools were still in a wait and see mode where they were concerned. By the time they 'saw' it would be too late and he would be safely ensconced in another one of their hideouts.

There was a bad moment when he learned Team Possible had penetrated the installation. If Global Justice didn't have their collective heads up their backsides, they would have had assault teams hitting the base before Kim and Ron had finished transmitting their findings. Instead, with a little bit of help from his man inside, the information wasn't even passed on to Doctor Director until sometime the next morning. Why they didn't attack then, he couldn't fathom. What mattered was that he was assured they were not planning any kind of move against them then. That gave them all the more time to implement their plan.

It was all very simple, actually, at least to his active mind. GJ had learned the hard way that super villains always had some means of escape when captured. Part of that came from the agency's stunning lack of common sense. The other part was the outside support many of them had. There was always a network of henchmen ready to curry favor by springing their boss from prison, or at least earn a bonus from their real employer, usually HenchCo.

Despite all of that, Gemini languished in prison for more than two years. It seemed nobody at WWEE was quite totally willing to do anything to get him back. The defacto leaders who managed to put the organization back together after his capture certainly didn't. They knew they would have to get him back within days or risk his certain wrath. He was paying the price for his deep intolerance of his own lackeys.

That was soon to come to an end. He had learned a closely guarded secret. Certain criminals without special powers of their own were moved from secure location to secure location from time to time, to stymie plans made to spring them. Without his robotic hand, Gemini was nothing more than a middle-aged, slightly overweight man with one eye and one hand. The super-secure pit they threw the likes of Shego into now would have been a better choice, but space in those high-dollar locations was at a premium. That meant they had to get inventive.

A trio of Global Justice hoverjets would land at the current facility and the prisoner would be hustled aboard. Then they would take off at full throttle to any one of four other random, secure locations. The pilot was not given his flight plan until the prisoner was aboard. If all went well, they would have everyone home in time for dinner and prime-time TV.

It all looked good on paper, but there were certain weaknesses. For one, the aircraft would always originate in Middleton, then head to wherever the prisoner was currently being held. GJ hoverjets had full stealth capability, so they were extremely difficult to track in the air. In full quiet mode, with electronic countermeasures active, not even HQ would know their exact location while they were in the air.

All it took was knowing when they were planning to launch and where the prisoner was being held. They waited an extra two months, allowing the whole plan to become routine before they were ready to strike.

Actually, Cary On, the current Agent Alpha, couldn't care less about Gemini. The man was a fool, with his insane fixation with trying to one-up his sister, instead of dedication the organization to its true purpose. He squandered his resources, both human and otherwise, to that end. It was no wonder his own people seemed to fear and despise him so.

Still, he provided a rallying point for the foundering organization. The temporary leaders had the organizational skills to pull WWEE back together with spit and baling wire, but they lacked the ambition and focus to do any more than that. That's when Cary stepped in, donning the uniform and the emblem of Gemini's second in command, the mysterious Agent Alpha.

Nobody knew he was actually a nineteen year old who had recently escaped from a medium security prison camp in Northern Colorado. He was intelligent enough and ruthless enough they simply took him at his word. In no time he was able to shape them back into an effective force for spreading a brand of evil and chaos that appealed to him.

It also helped there were enough of them left who dealt with Kim Possible the first time who relished the opportunity to take her on once more. It was as if he had his own personal army at his disposal to both take over the world and get his (and by default his father's) revenge on the teen hero.

While they played their waiting game, he was free to pursue his own plot against her. It was easy enough to insert himself onto the campus. It wasn't like they guarded their computer systems like, say, a multi-national company. Once in place, with a suitable disguise, he was able to spy on her, to make her life miserable.

Now all of that was coming to fruition. He took a chance that Stoppable had somehow never revealed who Agent Alpha actually was. It was a calculated risk. If she did know he was free, then there was the chance she would see through his disguise. Instead he was treated to a fantastic show. Kim Possible was now out of the picture. She was in more pain than he could have imagined before. The concept that he was finally able to drive a wedge between her and Ron was almost palpably delicious.

He walked around the edge of the large bank of controls on the raised platform. He would not sit in the seat. That was reserved for Gemini alone. Now, if things were to go south with their attempt, then perhaps he would take that seat himself. Gemini would become a martyr to the cause and he would set himself up as the new supreme commander. Perhaps then he would reveal himself and set out to conquer the world in his father's name. Aviarius was a fool himself, but he at least was old enough to command respect if he had the right kind of backing. Plus that gave him the added bonus of painting the target on somebody else while he pulled all the strings.

He grabbed the microphone. "All aircraft, prepare to launch in five minutes. All ground crew to ready positions. Open pod bay doors."

"Pod?" Agent Pi curled his mouth in confusion.

"Just open the damned doors." He growled.

"Agent Alpha, I'm detecting a small aircraft closing on our location." Another technician reported.

"Put it on the main screen." The large monitor dominating the room switched to an outside view. There was a tiny speck silhouetted by the rising sun. "Identify."

"The markings match those of a bi-plane owned by a crop-dusting service in Lowerton. It's definitely not a military plane, or law enforcement. Shall we shoot it down? We have men with stinger missiles in place."

Cary smiled. He wished his men could see his eyes right then. Somebody was coming, and he had a very good idea who it was.

"No. That would have the potential of alerting the authorities before we can properly evacuate the base. Let it be." That was a good enough explanation. One the trio of stolen GJ hoverjets were in the air, they would signal the complete evacuation of the base itself. To him, that meant simply getting out of there once the real GJ planes were on their way there. This was the move the enemy was waiting for, but they would be too late. That was the price they would pay for letting him make the first move.

The massive doors protecting the main hanger complex locked into their open position. The trio of aircraft lifted into the air, much more quietly than the helicopters they normally used. Moments later they were speeding off into the dawn sky. They would drop into the course set by a matching set of jets that would be leaving Middleton shortly. Nobody at the prison complex would even bat an eye at the jets arriving just a few minutes early. They would not realize their mistake until they were safely on their way and the three real transports came in for a landing.

"Give the order. Sound the general evacuation." Cary ordered as he opened a pouch on his belt. He took out a pair of finely crafted leather gloves. Set into the back of each was a clear crystal. He grinned evilly as he pushed them down around his fingers. He was going to enjoy this.

He slowly walked down the steps leading from the platform to the main floor below. All around him his men were bustling. They would fan out into the mountains, headed for hidden vehicles that would carry them to the rendezvous point. From there they would move into the new lair, the lair from which either Gemini and his right hand man Alpha, or Aviarius and his son Carrion would take over the world. He literally licked his lips at the thought. He wasn't even old enough to drink legally and he was well on his way to doing what so many dreamed of.

In the space of five minutes, the entire base cleared out. They already made all the appropriate preparations. There was nothing they needed to carry, they simply had to leave. In moments a computer virus would be unleashed into the network, destroying all electronic evidence. Following that, specially placed charges would destroy even that. There would be nothing left but a collapsed cavern full of smoking, twisted metal for Global Justice to sift through.

Confident he was alone, he stripped off the hood, letting his now shoulder length hair spill out. He flexed his fingers in his custom made gloves. He really appreciated the feel and fit of the Italian leather, but it was his special addition, his special ingredient that truly made him smile. Balling his right hand up into a fist, the crystal started glowing. This time nobody would wrest a staff out of his hand. This time, he had not only one, but two crystals. They were much smaller than the first, but he had refined the process for growing them, imbuing much smaller gems with the power and ability sucking qualities into what had once been the size of his hand. Picking a target at random, he spun around and fired a beam at one. It intersected the abandoned microphone harmlessly. The beams were meant to work on flesh and blood, not metal and plastic.

The original crystal he created for his father was designed to fulfill only one purpose. That was to steal the "Go Team Glow" powers from his enemies…Team Go. That had been easy enough for him. He was gifted with the knowledge of how certain powers could be transmitted, using specially formulated crystals. Later, he found he could not only steal specific super-powers, but with a purer, more sophisticated crystal he could also steal normal human abilities. If he kept those abilities long enough, the transfer became permanent. Apparently it took longer than he thought, for when Kim Possible smashed the second crystal, most of his stolen skills fled him. Most, but not all.

Shortly after breaking out of the prison camp, he created a third crystal, spending a month seeking out the best and the brightest, stealing each person's best ability from them. It gave him superior speed, superior agility and boosted his already genius intellect.

With the resources at his command at WWEE, he created his masterpiece, his new gloves.

Soon, very soon he was expecting the delivery of some new powers, powers beyond anything his father ever believed in. His focus was only on that remaining quartet of heroes in Go City. Cary had watched, waiting in the wings as he held what could be the ultimate power right in his hand and never knew it.

"Foolish boy." Aviarius had mocked.

Cary stopped and turned. He was no longer alone in the cavernous command center. Framed in the nearby doorway was a lone man. He was dressed from head to toe in solid black, just standing there, as if he were waiting for something.

He squared off and faced the apparition. Suddenly the clothing seemed to change. Glowing yellow striped appeared, as well as dark gray panels on the shoulders. With the increasing light he could see the brown colored gloves. The figure reached up and pulled down his hood.

"I was wondering when you would get here, Ron. Seems I owe you for some teeth, if I remember correctly."

Ron didn't say a word. Blue light flared from his eyes and around his hands, mixing with the bright yellow of the suit's power bands. He stretched out his fingers and there was a very faint sound, like a small knife being drawn from a metal sheath. Without a sound, Ron started toward him at a dead run.

Cary just held up a hand and fired.