How's everybody doing? Sorry for taking a little bit to get this posted. The daily job got in the way again. Anyways, hope you like the update…
Disclaimer (Again): I do not own the characters portrayed in the following…
The Day Before
Waking up the next morning, James decided he would call in to work and tell them he was going to be there for only half the day, and that he would arrive around noon. "It's good to be the Technical Director", he said to himself as he hung up the phone.
After he hung up the phone, Dr. Possible jumped back in to bed. Turning to his wife, who had just snapped shut her mobile phone, he snuggled into her neck. "Well?"
"They said they won't need me until about noon."
Mr. and Mrs. Possible snuggled for a little bit, and then the two did something that they hadn't done for a very long time. Something they had wanted to do ever since their daughter had first been born. Husband and wife… slept in.
It was about 10:30 when Mrs. Possible cracked open an eye, and rolled over on her side. Her husband's dark eyes greeted her. Lying on his side, James had been watching his wife sleep.
"What are you looking at?" She asked, as she began to force her sleep addled brain to wake up.
"Oh… just the most 'Bon-diggity' wife ever"
"You've been hanging around Ronald, haven't you?" The two laughed, and cuddled for a little bit, and then they finally forced themselves out of bed.
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Dr. James Timothy Possible pulled up to the building that held his office just a little later than he originally had planned, and he couldn't seem to wipe the Cheshire-cat grin from his face. Of course, the impromptu shower that he and his wife took together probably had a little bit to do with that.
He pulled into his own reserved parking spot that was marked with a sign that read: Reserved For – Technical Director.
James loved his title. He knew it was just that, a title, but it did make him feel like he belonged there. In fact, he knew he belonged. He loved his job, and what he did. He couldn't imagine what else he would, or could, do.
Walking into the reception area just before his office, James said hello to his secretary. "Good afternoon Miss. Buxley." He said with a smile.
"Good afternoon Dr. Possible. How are you today?"
"Very good, very good in deed. Do I have any messages?"
"There are a few calls on your voice mail that you need to check, and your meeting with the Flight Director has been cancelled. He said that he would call back tomorrow to re-schedule."
"That will actually make the rest of my day a little bit better." James didn't particularly care for the Flight Director. He was always pushing for James to finish his projects, so that scheduled launches would go off on time.
James unlocked his door, and entered the corner office. Being the office of the Technical Director definitely had its perks. A large, spacious office, with a window overlooking the launch pad was just one of them. The large oak desk was another. On it, sat his computer, and a couple of extra monitors, which were for display purposes only. They showed different angles of the launch pad.
On it sat two fairly large accordion-style folders, one marked IN, and the other marked OUT. The OUT folder was empty, but the one marked IN was now bulging at the seams.
"Glad to see my coming in late didn't stop the flow of paper work." James said to himself sarcastically.
As he slapped his briefcase down on top of the impeccably clean surface, Dr. Possible tapped the space bar on his computer to turn the monitor on. After it warmed up, he was greeted with a sight he wasn't expecting.
"Huh… I thought I logged off last night." He said to himself. James quickly ran a check on the system and didn't find anything out of place. He summarily dismissed it, as he had forgotten to log off before. But this time he had thought for sure he had. "Oh well."
After plopping down in the comfortable swivel chair, he looked around his desk, glancing at each of the pictures of his family that he had sitting there. On the right was a family picture of everyone in the Possible Family, and on the left were a couple pictures of his children. One was a picture of Jim and Tim, and the other was one of Kim. He then noticed something sitting on his desk that he knew wasn't there the day before. It looked like a small gift.
"Miss Buxley," He called out as he had left his door open. "Has anyone been in my office lately?"
"Uhh… no sir." She had to stifle a small laugh.
James picked up the box warily, turned it over in his hands, and cautiously removed the small bow and wrapping paper. He opened the plain brown box, and pulled out a bottle. "Miss. Buxley!" James roared.
Miss. Buxley couldn't hold it in any longer. She bust out laughing so hard, she almost fell out of her chair!
The office must have played a little birthday joke on the Technical Director, and they must have known how old he had just become. Sitting on the desk by the now opened box and wadded up wrapping paper was a bottle of… Viagra!
"Miss. Buxley!" He yelled again. By now his co-workers in the rest of the office area were sticking their heads up to look over the partitions that separated their desks, and they were all laughing. They laughed long and hard, with reckless abandon.
After the laughter died down to a trickle, James finally was able to settle down and get to work. He was just about finished with his most recent project, and he wanted it done before he went home.
Dr. James Timothy Possible was working on a new type of AI. It was adaptable, and it was groundbreaking. It was probably the closest thing to a true AI system. It could monitor any electrically controlled system, learn what its functions were, and then take over and mimic the original programming. In essence, it was to be used to upload to older systems, such as older satellites, and give them a renewed sense of life.
But now he ran into a snag. There was one line of code that was just not cooperating, and he was getting frustrated. He was so close to finishing! James glanced at the clock. It was 7 pm. Miss Buxley had left a couple hours ago, and he was the only one left in the office area. In fact, he was the only person left in the building, save for the security guards.
James called his wife and told her that he wouldn't be home from probably another hour or so. He almost had the problem contained, and he figured it wouldn't be much longer.
"I need to wake up!" He said aloud to no one as he began looking through his desk drawers. "Where did I put that bag of candy? I need some sugar to stay awake!"
Finally James opened the lower left drawer. "There it is!" He said triumphantly, and picked up the small bag of hard candy. Underneath it something caught his eye. A small box wrapped in paper and a bow.
He set the box and bag of candy on his desk, and took a piece of butterscotch and popped it into his mouth. Beside the bag of candy sat the small gift he had just found.
It was wrapped in green and black paper, and had a black ribbon tied around it that formed a bow. There was a tag on the small gift that simply read, Happy Belated Birthday.
He picked it up as he played with the butterscotch in his mouth, making it click on his teeth. "I wonder who this is from?" James muttered under his breath. Slowly he pulled the bow, and it easily came untied.
The small box was about 5 inches in length, width and height, and it had a lid that was easily lifted off. Expecting a joke of some sort, James watched the box closely and he slowly lifted the lid off. He was expecting a coiled spring snake to jump out and scare him, but it was something much different.
As soon as the lid cleared the edge of the box, a small puff of blue smoke blew right into his face! He fell back into his chair from both surprise, and the suddenly intense feeling of sleepiness.
James Possible slumped into his chair, unconscious! In this state, he never noticed the small mechanical bug that crawled out of the box, leapt to his arm, and moved up to the back of his head, where it attached itself to the base of his skull with small pin-like legs.
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In a lair somewhere in the Arizona desert:
"Shego!" Drakken bellowed from his office. Shego sauntered in, appearing to not be in any kind of hurry. "Which box did you plant in Dr. Possible's office?"
"The one with the black ribbon. Like you said." She responded, getting a little miffed that he questioned what she had done.
"No, Shego. I said the one with the GREEN ribbon! Do you realize what you have done!" Drakken's voice was telling her that he was very worried.
"It doesn't matter, does it? They both were designed to do the same thing, right?"
"Yes Shego, they were. But the one with the black ribbon was designed to leave the target with PERMANENT BRAIN DAMAGE!"
"Oh no…" Was her only response, and a very worried look on her face.
Fade to black…
To be continued…
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