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Kim Possible: Invisible

BY LJ58

13

Kim came up the hall after a rather nice sleep for a change and found Shego making breakfast. She smiled at the green-skinned woman humming as she made their morning meal, and pulled out a chair to sit. Being smaller than the desk chair she used of late, the dining table chair vanished under her completely.

"I guess I don't have to ask if it is you, Kimmie," Shego grinned as she turned to set a platter of eggs on the table she had just finished.

"Oh, right," Kim said, and switching on her new 'hard-light camo, she reappeared looking like herself as she smiled up at her unlikely host.

"Pleasant dreams?"

"Amusing, at the least," she nodded, filling her plate from the platters of food before her as Shego filled a mug with coffee for her before joining her. "I dragged in Fyne last night and dropped him in our little zoo. Last I saw, he was trying to argue, with pencil and paper at least, that he deserved to live. I wonder if he convinced Jack. He's starting to finally see I was serious about leaving them to sink or swim."

"He would. He's a miser, a jerk, and one very selfish bastard, but he is clever in his own way."

"I can't deny it," Kim nodded as she began to eat as Shego filled her own plate now.

"You planning on anyone else?"

"Are you going to say I shouldn't," Kim asked far too blandly to not be masking something.

"Not a bit. Just wondering how many you can add before they outstrip the provisions you offered, or they blow up and start killing each other," Shego smirked.

"Oh, well, if they ration, and are smart, they can last up to a year with twice their number. The question," Kim smirked. "Is can they? Remember who is in there?"

"Truth is, I've long had a bet that eventually Gemini's henches are going to rebel and shove him in one of his own death traps. He and his pet rat," Shego smirked. "That would be funny to watch," Shego smirked.

Even as they were finishing breakfast, Kim's Kimmunicator chirped, and she switched it on, already knowing it couldn't be Wade.

"Kim," Jim almost shouted. "You have to go and go now. Take the Roth. Fyne figured out a way to track your portals. Take the Roth. You try jumping again, and they'll track you down again."

"They're almost on top of you now," Tim added, turning from something in the background. "Go! Go now."

Kim turned to Shego, and Shego said, "I'm with you. They find me here and they'd only use it as an excuse to try dragging me in again. We both know it," she said.

Kim scooped up her backpack on the way out, slung her equipment belt over one shoulder, and then ran out with Shego behind her.

"I know where to go," Shego told her as they ran out to Roth, and jumped into the car whose doors opened even as they approached.

"I should have grabbed that jerk before he could do whatever he did," Kim swore, activating the Roth's cloaking systems even if it did vanish with her in contract with it. Then she activated the engines and went straight up.

Even as they spotted seven GJ jets approaching at high speed.

"Think they will find your farm," Shego asked irritably.

"Think they can do anything about it even if they do," Kim sneered. "Those…. My prisoners are prisoners for life. I shrank them down to less than an inch in height. Funny thing. My brothers learned a long time ago that if you shrink a human body smaller than six inches, it's lethal to try to restore them. Either way, those jerks are done."

"Seriously," Shego asked. "Lethal?"

"Molecular strain on a level not to be ignored," Kim nodded. "Either way, my farmers are lost."

"I don't care. Especially about Bets. Or that damn kid if he could have so easily sacrificed you like that," Shego told her.

Kim spun the Roth's wheel now, and asked, "So, where are we going?"

"Believe it or not, head for Middleton. Doc has an old abandoned lair he once used and never returned to afterward. In all this time, no one has found it."

"Hiding in plain sight. Sounds like a clever plan."

"Doc has his moments," Shego agreed as the Roth flew away even as the jets began to circle the island below.

~KP~

The jets flew over the island after circling and then closed on the small villa hidden in one part of the jungle with the smallest of clearings nearby.

"Team Able, with me," Will Du reported. "The rest of you land on the beach and then converge with us. We approach from all sides, and no one goes anywhere alone," he added. "Keep your tasers ready at all times. You see anything, and I mean anything, you aim your taser at it. Especially if something grabs your partner. Now, move," he said as his strike team began to descend.

Not ten minutes later, a ring of experienced, ready agents surrounded the villa, and someone remarked, "You know, Commander Du, this doesn't seem like a place Possible would have. Maybe she met someone here?"

"I already suspect she's in contact with Shego."

"Shego," someone hissed.

"There have been more than a few improbably thefts that went unnaturally smooth of late. Who better to advise her than a master thief? Now focus, and let's move. Gamma team, you remain outside, eyes on, and watch the damn windows. Both these women are known to use more than doors," Will barked as he moved in on the front door, taser at the ready with two men bracketing him.

Another tense fifteen minutes later, the shouts started echoing through the villa.

"Room clear."

"Kitchen and deck clear."

"Hall and bathroom's clear."

"Bedrooms clear."

"She's not here," Will said in disgust.

"How can you be sure," Agent Ian Fyne asked.

"Because, neither Shego nor Possible are the type to sneak out and avoid a fight. We must have missed them. Especially if they're still using that damn antique of hers. That," he complained, "We still cannot track. We'll just have to wait for her to use another energy burst, whatever the hell it is, and leave another path."

"Hmmm," Ben Dunne told him. "Maybe while she's airborne it doesn't show her. Only every time she lands, it somehow leaves a trace that creates her path?"

"We'll find out," Will nodded at the agent, not about to admit he was wondering the same thing. That invisibility of hers was strangely undefined. If only they still had Dr. Stein. He might have been able to tell them more.

"Sir, we found a door to a basement or something down here," someone shouted. "It was hidden, but it's a door."

"Right. Three men, check it out. It may be where Shego has stored so much of her stolen wealth since very little was ever recovered."

Three agents grimaced, pulled their tasers again, and then began to descend the steps.

Just before a blinding light filled the dimly lit passage.

They looked back, and Will eyed them deprecatingly, declaring, "Either they left, or they have an escape tunnel. Either way, it would be best to see where you're going. Don't you think," he asked wryly.

The men went down the steps swiftly now, stopped at the last as they looked around, and one shook his head.

"Looks like a lot of junk and old tools," he called back up.

"Check everything all the same. We don't know if it might not be a clue," Will ordered.

"Understood," the agent waved, and they began to move around the wide but cluttered space as they eyed the pretty ordinary things around them.

"Hey. Guys, look at this one," he smirked, gesturing at the small crate before him with faint lettering. "Drakken's shampoo? What, was she hiding his soap and stuff?"

"Who knows with that crazy woman. She couldn't be much saner than the blue guy from all I heard at times," the second agent declared.

"I'll say," the other nodded. "One of the Henches we grabbed once told me Shego threatened anyone that fought her before she could. Seriously threatened them."

"Okay, now this is weird," the team leader frowned as he eyed something in the far corner near a window and several small pipes. "Why would she have a tray of dirt down here?"

"Maybe it's her MJ, who knows," another said.

"Nothing growing now," the third smirked. "C'mon, let's go. There's nothing down here," he complained.

The men walked back to the steps, ascending even as behind them, unnoticed, ten people shouted and waved in vain as they disappeared.

~KP~

"They didn't see us," Bonnie whined as she stood there, hands on the glass, staring helplessly as tears rolled down her cheeks. "They didn't even see us."

"We are around an inch tall. Maybe less," Wade told them. "In this light, at this size, we're even less than most insects," he added.

Not one man didn't glare at him.

"Aye, laddie and it is your fault we're here. Maybe we should be planting you," Killigan growled, "Before we worry about the corn?"

"Smart move, Scotsman," Betty spat. "Kill the only one of us that knows anything about agriculture. Or are any of your people farmers? Anyone," the head of GJ demanded.

"What the boy hasn't told you," Dementor said as he stood back, not one of those shouting or waving when the giants walked past earlier. "Is even if we're found, we can't be rescued. Not this time," the squat man who had foregone his helmet after a time declared.

"What? What are you talking about," Junior wailed. "How will I keep my tan? Get my hair products? How will I dance with no music or clubs," he began to cry in earnest.

No one didn't eye him with disdain.

Even Senor Senior just shook his head at his son.

"Tell them," Wade said. "They might as well know," Wade told the mad scientist.

"I have been examining our state. What, you think I was giving up? I was not," he spat. "Only now, I am. Because we have no choice. The human body, like us, has been shrunk down to barely one inch in height. One inch. If any of you have any brains, imagine all that space, tissue, blood and tissues compressed sub-atomically to a state allowing this size."

"What about it," Jack frowned. "People have been shrunk before now."

"Ja! They have. Not, however, this small. Six or seven inches. Ja, that is as small as you can shrink a man safely. Anything smaller, especially one inch, and restoring us becomes….lethal. Imagine again, all that blood and tissue, compressed to an impossible degree, suddenly exploding up and out in its rush to restore itself. Ja, it will explode. And we will die," he said bluntly.

"D-D-Die," Junior stammered and fell over in a dead faint.

"Any questions," Dementor asked almost smugly.

"Wade, do you think Kim knew this," Betty asked him.

"She did," he told her. "Her brothers had already experimented along these lines a long time ago. They knew. She knew. When she captured us, she was sentencing us to this prison for life," Wade admitted.

"Why," Bonnie wailed.

"Because," Wade said quietly. "Dr. Stein and I convinced her to use an experiment that failed. One that turned her permanently invisible."

"And," Jack asked.

"And drove her mad," Betty added.

"I always suspected Possible might be the death of me," Jack Hench sighed as he looked around grimly. "What an unexpected shock to learn I was right."

"We need to ration. We need to ration and be careful of everything, or we might starve to death before that first harvest," Francis said with a look of genuine fear.

"Leave everything to me," Jack smiled thinly. "I am quite famed for my ability to organize and manage….difficult situations," he declared.

"As am I," Betty told him curtly. "So, just to ensure everyone is being fair, I'll work with you."

No one else argued.

Killigan, meanwhile, stalked over to the still injured scientist and glowered. "So, this is all your fault, you simpleton? You set off the wee lassie, and drove her over the edge?"

"I didn't know… I was so sure we…."

Killigan wasn't as big as some men. He was brawny. His big fist slammed into the injured man's fractured jaw and hit him with enough force to spin him around before he went sprawling to land in an ungainly heap.

The Scotsman spat on him and started to walk away as Bonnie rushed over and checked him.

"H-He's….d-dead," she choked, backing away with a look of genuine horror on her face.

Killigan looked back at them, sneering, and said, "One less mouth to feed."

"Enough," Jack barked. "Killigan, you and Francis drag him to the far corner," he pointed. "Dig a grave."

"What if'n I don't feel like it," the man in the kilt sneered.

"Then you don't eat," Betty told him. "From here on, you work, or you starve."

"Agreed," Jack declared.

"I'll get a shovel," Frances Lucre said and headed toward the makeshift barn.

To Be Continued….