Disclaimer: I only own the character, Blackout. Disney controls the rights to all else Kim Possible. I've borrowed many bits and pieces for my own writing exercise. I gain nothing, but experience as a writer.
Chapter 11: Debrief
The last of the doctors left the room. Dr. James Possible laid back into the uncomfortable hospital bed and sighed. Ron, Kim and Dr. Director came into the room. "Ready to be debriefed?" Dr. Director asked. "Or would you prefer waiting until tomorrow?" Kim came over, sat on the edge of the bed and gave her Dad a big hug. "Mom will be a few minutes. She wants to go over the chip with some of the lab guys... to see if it's different from the other chips we have," Kim said, keeping one arm around her father's shoulder. He snaked his arm behind her, at the waist, and pulled her close. "No, let's get this over with. The doctors have cleared me, but want to keep me over night. Just in case." Ron moved over to the opposite side of the bed from Kim. He put his hand on Mr. Dr. P.'s shoulder. "You sure you're up to it? I remember Kim was a little wiped from her episode." "I'm just fine, Ronald." Mr. Dr. P. patted the hand on his shoulder.
Dr. Director pulled a chair up to the foot of the bed. "We know the Bortol Compliance Chip doesn't affect your memory so, tell us what happened."
Mr. Dr. P. gathered his thoughts for a moment. "Well, Drakken's hover jet picked my van up with a Gravitomic Ray. We went straight to Mount Jacob where we entered a cave, about half way up." Dr. Director interrupted him, "We know. G.J. raided the place. All they found was a drafting table and a couple of chairs. We've recovered your van." Mr. Dr. P. looked puzzled. "Really? There was a whole lot of equipment when I was there. Too much to be moved in so short a time."
"I thought I had seen a lot of equipment when I first grappled in. But when I came out of my tuck-and-roll, all I saw was the table and chairs," Kim chimed in. "I thought I had seen another man, dressed in black, too. But... again... after the T and R, he was gone. I wrote it off to stress. You know, saving my Dad and all."
"No, there was another man, dressed in black," he continued. "He called himself 'Blackout.' He seemed vaguely familiar." With his free hand, he stroked his chin for a moment. Then, pulling himself out of thought. "And there were some BeeBee robots. They immediately took my first sketches for a big rocket and started to build it. That's why Drakken and Blackout kidnapped me. They were going to build a rocket to launch a huge payload. They didn't say what the cargo was, though." Kim looked shocked at the mention of the BeeBees. "The BeeBees were working with Drakken? Now that's weird." Kim got up and started to pace the room. "I thought they went independent, searching for 'Perfection'?"
Mr. Dr. P. looked over to her. "No, Drakken said they were re-programmed. Anyway, by the time the rocket was complete, I had finished the designs for the engines. The BeeBees grabbed those and... hold the phone! I know who Blackout is. In college, there was this brainy little guy... name of Paul... ahhh... Bowman!" He snapped his fingers. "He was majoring in stealth technology!"
The room went silent. Ron's face lit up. "That's why G.J. didn't find anything! He had the room stealthed!" Kim's face brightened, "You mean cloaked! But the whole room?" Kim went to her puzzled look. Mr. Dr. P. raised a finger, "I remember now. Paul came to a party one time, but we couldn't see him at first. He said he perfected some sort of stealth technology. He could fade in and out of view. Later that week he cloaked the entire Science Hall building. I think he got kicked out of school for that stunt."
Dr. Director stood, pushing the chair away. "So, G.J. needs to return to the lair and stop the rocket." She pulled a radio from her belt. "No you don't." Mr. Dr. P. looked a little sheepish. He turned to Kim."You know I never get my calculations and launch vector right the first time. I never catch all my mistakes until I've check them five or six times. When they light that baby up, BOOM!" His arms spread out in a big arc. Everyone broke out in fits of giggles. Something sounding like thunder roared from outside and shook the window. They all stopped and looked at each other. A huge smile broke across Ron's face. "I guess Drakken's 'Self Foiling' is contagious." The room filled with riotous laughter. Three nurses came rushing in, confused by the ruckus.
Three days later, the good people of Lowerton, Middleton and Upperton were still picking up bits and pieces of Mylar. G.J. had re-raided the lair and found a lot of damaged equipment and the plans for the Shield. They also found bits and pieces of the BeeBees and Drakken. They didn't find any Stealth Tech or Blackout.