In honor of the upcoming Metal Gear Solid 4 and the release of Metal Gear Solid 3 Substance … I give you the return of Metal Gear Red Fox! Enjoy!
Chapter 2: You're Here Early
Foxhound Headquarters, Washington DC
Meryl Emmerich walked toward her friend's quarters in the underground fortress of the Black Ops Unit Foxhound. She huffed some of her red hair from her face as she knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Kim's voice came muffled from the other side.
"Your favorite instructor," Meryl smirked as she responded light-heartedly.
"Door's unlocked, come on in," Kim replied, and Meryl did as she was told. Meryl laughed when she saw Kim trying to close the suitcase.
"Maybe you should use more then one, Foxie," she said as she watched Kim dressed in a pair of Ron's boxer shorts and a sports bra literally sitting on an over-packed suitcase while trying to wrestle the zipper closed. Kim pushed loose strands of hair, which was tied in a ponytail, back from over her shoulder.
"Damned thing won't shut …" Kim grunted before her grip on the zipper finally slipped. She let out a yelp when the strength she was putting on the zipper pushed her all the way off the bed, and without the weight on the top of the suitcase, all the clothing flew from it. Kim pulled herself to a seated position, one of her thongs now resting on her head. She gave the undergarment no attention, only glared at the suitcase as if it was laughing at her.
"Why don't you just pack two suitcases, Kim, less dangerous that way," Meryl advised, helping Kim off the floor. "Even if you get the thing closed, when Ron opens it at your mom's house, it'll put his other eye out."
"I do have two, but Ron's already packed a few things in his for his mission in Japan, so this is the only one I have left for the rest of our stuff," Kim fumed as she once again tried to pile the stuff inside. "If the jerk would have packed more than just what he needed for his stupid mission, then I wouldn't be trying to pack BOTH our things in this single, stupid, annoying THING that seems to HATE me!"
"Hal and I are on call for the holidays; you want to use one of our bags?" Meryl asked, plucking the string-like pair of panties off Kim's head. "Pink?"
"Ron seems to like me in that color, so hush," Kim jerked the garment from Meryl's hand, "and sure, I'll borrow one, that is if you're sure?"
"Sure I'm sure," Meryl nodded, "So Ron say anything about his mission?"
"Just a simple info recovery, he's got Raiden as backup, so I'm sure they can handle it." Kim puffed a strand of red hair from her face. "He's supposed to call when he gets his flight back to the States, then I'm going to meet him in Middleton to go home for Thanksgiving."
"Ah ok," Meryl nodded, "Now let's get you that other bag before you kill yourself," Meryl waved to the young redhead.
Supposedly insignificant warehouse, Tokyo, Japan
Shadow Snake and Raiden eased behind a box as a well dressed Japanese gentleman seemed to try to sneak through the dusty warehouse. "Three piece suit, fancy briefcase, nah, he's not out of place here …" Raiden said over Ron's Codec.
"Let's see what he's up to," Shadow replied as the two Foxhound Agents activated their Stealth Camouflage.
Shadow and Raiden followed him through a hidden passage into a cold, steel-walled hallway that smelled and felt sterile. "Wow, the Patriots really spared no expense," Ron sent Raiden as they continued carefully after the man, before sliding into a side computer lab.
They deactivated their stealth as Ron stood guard and Raiden checked out the computer. "Rose, you read me?" Raiden spoke into his Codec.
"Loud and clear, Jack, what have you got?"
"We're in, I'm doing a map search and download," Raiden replied to his wife.
"Hey, Rose, what do you make of this symbol on the door?" Shadow added, using his mini-recorder to capture a picture of the odd symbol on the door. It wasn't anything fancy, merely an open scroll with an odd character symbol behind it.
"Not sure, but I'll get research right on it," Rose replied.
"We got the map," Raiden piped in, "I have the locale of the main database. We're going in."
"Let's get this over with," Shadow nodded to his partner as they reactivated their Stealth Camouflage. "I have a meeting with an old friend while I'm in town."
The two silently eased back into the hallway ducking and dodging security.
"We need a security card to get in," Raiden pointed out, nodding to the security terminal at the door to the database.
"That guy looks important enough," Shadow asked, nodding to an Japanese man in a white lab coat over a fancy three piece suit.
"Yeah, but how are we going to get him alone?" Raiden asked, as the man parted from his companions and walked into the men's room. "Hello, Dolly."
"I got this one," Shadow said drawing his tranquilizer pistol. "Be back in a minute."
Raiden smirked as he watched the door to the restroom open and close by itself.
Five minutes later, the door opened and out walked Ron in a lab coat and the man's jeans over his Sneak Suit. "What took so long?" Raiden asked as Ron pulled out the keycard.
"Had a pain hit after I gave the overworked guy a nice nap. Want details, bro?" Ron smirked as Raiden deactivated his Stealth.
"The coat I could understand, but why take the man's pants?" Raiden asked as the door slid open.
"Years of suppressed embarrassment bubbling out for vengeance," Shadow smirked as the two entered.
Raiden chuckled as they walked into the oval room with a single computer system in the center. "Let's make this fast; I'm getting a bad feeling." Shadow said as Raiden sat down at the seat in front of the terminal.
"That was easy… Got the list of politicians in power who are following Patriot commands," Raiden said, as he transferred the data to a disk.
"Good, now we'll know who not to hit," Shadow nodded, earning a questionable glance from his partner, "Of course, do you think they'd give us this info this easily if it was the ones we were supposed to hit?"
"Wow, you grew brains, buffoon," a familiar voice called from the door behind, causing Shadow Snake to freeze in shock. "I guess screwing the Princess' brains out must have built yours up."
"Shego?" Shadow asked, turning to see the emerald skinned woman leaning against the doorway.
"Hiya, cutie," Shego waved with her fingers, "Long time no see," she grinned.
"Didn't I kill you?" Shadow asked as he and Raiden reached for their SOCOMs.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Cyclops." Shego waved her finger in a 'no-no' movement, "you tried your best, but that's the thing with me …" She said lighting her plasma around her hands, "I'm a very resilient bitch."
"I gotta say, it was very rude for you to shoot me in the head," Shego said, pushing back her bangs to show the faint scar still on her forehead, "If it wasn't for my powers, I'd be toast."
"What'll it take to kill you then?" Ron asked, drawing his pistols and aiming them at his long time enemy.
"I dunno, never died before, so I can't say," Shego replied, before diving at him, dodging his and Raiden's fire. Shego flipped through the air and continued on to Shadow with an insane gleam in her eyes.
"Shadow!" Raiden called, throwing Ron his high frequency bladed katana.
Shadow barely got it up in time to catch Shego's energy claws. "Used to think you were cute," Shadow growled as he pushed back against Shego's fists. "Must have just been the light," He said before kicking her off him, her back hitting the far wall hard. "Got the disk?" Shadow asked, glancing to his partner, "Good, let's jet! If she knows we're here, others probably do too."
The two managed to escape the way they came with a minimum fuss, only stopping when they reached their safe zone in the hotel room across town. "That was a fun work out," Raiden smiled at his friend. "Looks like you and your girlfriend's friend's back."
"No kidding," Ron pulled a cigarette out and lit it, "Should have known it wouldn't be that easy to take her out. We'll have to try harder next time."
"I thought you were going to kick that habit?" Raiden asked as they changed into street clothes.
"I have kicked the habit," Ron said taking a drag, "AROUND Kim."
Raiden laughed and shook his head at his friend, "Sure you're not going to fly with me back to Washington?"
"Nah, got things I gots to do here," Ron smiled, "You and Rose have a good Thanksgiving, Jack,"
"You and Kim, too. I'll handle the report for you as well. You can handle giving Snake the details about your little friend's return when you see him." Raiden nodded, before walking out of the hotel room and making his way toward the airport.
"You can come out now, we're alone," Ron said taking another drag from his cig.
"Forgive my intrusion, Stoppable-san, I did not intend to eavesdrop." Yori said humbly walking out of the bathroom of the hotel room.
"No need to apologize," He said hugging his friend, "I owe you for help."
"Do not suggest my debt to you until we see how much help I can provide," She said lowering her gaze.
"Then shall we get to work and see what we can do then?" Ron suggested placing an arm around the slender girl's shoulders.
"It would be my honor, Ron-san."
Shego groaned as she stumbled into her room in the base. "Did they take the bait?" Light Snake asked, sitting on her bed watching television.
"Surprisingly, you were right about Stoppable," Shego said, sitting down beside him, "He bought into thinking the list was wrong just like you said."
"Good, good, Snake and the others will probably do the same then. Now, comes the fun part," Light said, glancing to the emerald villain. "Ready to go home, dear Shego?"
"There's no place like it," Shego grinned evilly.
Several Hours Later …
Washington DC
Kim Possible sat in her window seat in the 747 that would fly her from Country's capitol to her hometown's airport. It had been almost a year since she had last been home and she missed her mother. Even her brothers were wax eloquent on her memory. "Kim? Is that you?" a familiar voice spoke from the aisleway, and the redhead turned to see a pretty African American woman standing and staring at her.
"Monique?" Kim's eyes lit up in recognition.
"I'll find another seat," Monique sighed, turning to walk away, before Kim reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"No, sit, please …" she said pleadingly.
"Why should I want to sit with one of the two Bitch Queens of Middleton High?" Monique asked, her eyes reflecting the hurt that remained from their high school days," Kim withdrew slightly, "Sure you pulled around toward the end, but did I ever get an apology for being brushed off for the In Crowd? Not a one, some best friend you were? I'm surprised Ron took back a bitch like you."
"Look … I … I know I was stupid back then, and I did a lot of very, very stupid things. And I'm sorry for every one of them," Kim said, looking up at her old friend sadly, "Mon, I really am sorry... for how I treated you…"
Monique smirked and sat down in the seat beside Kim. "Now, was that so hard, K?"
"So, I'm forgiven?" Kim asked hopefully.
"Shit no," Monique stated with a glare, "You really pissed me off for a number of years, and I plan to stay pissed off at you for an equal number. But now that you've asked forgiveness and seemed to honestly be sorry for being the dictionary description of uber bitch, we have something to work with." she said with a smile.
"I've really missed you, Mon," Kim said returning the smile. "I've missed my best friend."
"Don't tell me something happened to the SP again." Monique asked worriedly.
"SP?"
"Swan Prince," Monique said as if it was the most obvious thing. "Boy went from ugly duckling to whoa baby gotta get some of that back,"
"You'd be surprised what he's been through," Kim said with a smile that grew sly. "And technically, he's still my best friend, but since "I got some of that back" we've become a bit more than that."
"Had a feeling you had when he carried you away on his shoulder from the prom," Monique all but squealed, "I mean, that boy had to be a BBANL." Monique laughed at Kim's blank expression. "Bucking Bronco All Night Long. And I don't see no rings on those pretty little fingers; what's the hold up, huh?"
"Work, I guess," Kim said sitting back, "We've both … enlisted and we've been so busy that we hardly have time to do more than just share a bed."
"Ahuh," Monique cocked an eyebrow.
"What? It's true." Kim said defensively.
"Sounds like one or both of y'all have CF." Monique stated.
"Cold Feet?" Kim blinked, and Monique nodded. "That is so not true."
Monique started to reply when the captain announced the plane was about to take off.
"Ah well, maybe, maybe not. What matters is Monique's back here for ya, girlfriend," she said crossing her arms and nodding firmly. "Should've known you two'd never get past sex without me around."
"Whatever you say," Kim shook her head as the plane began to take off.
Miami, Florida
"Nana" Kimber Possible sighed as she rubbed her tired shoulder after packing the last of her things for her flight to Middleton, Colorado. She let out a small, sad sigh when her eyes rested on the slightly faded tattoo on her upper arm, which she kept hidden with sleeves these days.
With only a few hours to her flight, there was no time to reminisce on past adventures and better past days. She was just about to pick up the phone to call a taxi to take her to the airport when the phone rang. She blinked in surprise before she lifted the receiver. "H-Hello?"
"140.73." a masked voice spoke on the line.
"Excuse me?" Nana asked in confusion.
"140.73. Major Zero, Tom, Virtuous." The voice returned before the line was severed.
She blinked for a moment before she walked to her closet, pulled out a metal safety box and placed it on her bed. She quickly unlocked it and pulled out a small communication box, placing the earplug and microphone in place. She quickly turned the dial to 140.73 and spoke into the mic. "Hello?"
Long time no hear, Para-Medic, this is Chicken Fox.
"Ro… Fox, what's going on?" Nana asked sitting down on the bad. "It's been years since I used this; I wasn't even sure it still worked."
Operation: Freedom's Price is ready, the Les Enfants Terrible and Philosophers' Blade have gone out of their control and we're ready to strike them. If the kids are going to win this fight, we're going to have to cover them. Are you up for it, Para?
Nana closed her eyes for a moment and said a silent prayer before responding, "Tell Naked Snake I'm in."
Middleton International Airport
Kim and Monique continued to chat as they exited the airliner when they heard a near by airport worker yelling at someone to put out his cigarette … and to make his pet do the same. "There's my baby," Kim smiled to Monique before following the sound of the disgruntled employee's insistance.
They turned the corner into the airport to find Ron with Rufus on his shoulder, both puffing on cigarettes and ignoring the short, young woman's ranting on smoking in a obvious no-smoking section. "I thought you stopped smoking," Kim said, planting her fists on her hips to glare at her lover.
"I have," Ron cocked his good eyebrow, pressing the bud of his cig into his boot before balling it up to stuff it in his pocket. He made Rufus put out his as well before he winking at Monique. "How's it going, Mon?"
"Going good, Ron," She said before moving forward to hug her old friend, "If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your eye?"
"Work related accident," Ron shrugged with his usual care-free smile, "Hurt like a bitch though, I can tell you that much."
"Yeah, I bet," Monique smiled sheepishly, "Hey, guys, I'm going to meet my folks; if your in town long, maybe we can meet up and reacquaint and all that mush."
"Sounds good, Mon," Kim smiled standing at Ron's side, "see ya later," she waved, as Monique left the two alone.
"So, how was the mission?" Kim asked in a hushed voice.
"Oh, typical, by-the-books mission," Ron nodded, avoiding looking her in the eye.
"Raiden said you met up with someone over there; someone I know?" Kim asked, hugging his arm as they walked toward baggage pickup.
"Just Nakasumi-sama," Ron said without missing a beat, "Wanted to show me some new game ideas."
"Ah, ok, cool," Kim nodded acceptingly.
Ron and Kim picked up Kim's single suitcase, all the while Kim complaining about him taking the other and complicating the whole travel packing experience. Ron just let her rant as he put the suitcase in the large saddlebag of his motorcycle. "Feels good to be home, doesn't it KP?" he asked as he mounted the bike.
Oh, yeah, definitely," Kim replied, climbing on behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. "Now, let's go see Mom and the Tweebs. I'm looking forward to getting you alone in my big, warm bed in my nice, soundproof loft …" She purred into his shoulder.
"Booyah." Ron smirked as he kick started the bike and roared out of the airport parking lot.
Kim and Ron entered the home she grew up in. "What a sight for sore eyes!" Ron breathed, stretching his arms out over his head.
"Yeah …" Kim sighed, staring intently at a family picture on the wall taken before her father was killed.
"He was as much a father to me as my real dad," Ron said, seeing what she was staring at. "I miss him too. And I'm sure he's proud of how ya grew up, Fox." He said using her codename to show he was dead serious.
Kim started to reply when a gasp-like yelp sounded through the halls of the house
"What was that?" Kim asked dropping into a combat position. Ron simply held up his hand as they drew their SOCOM .45's.
"Mmm …" a mix of a moan and a growl echoed again.
"That sounded kind of like mom …" Kim whispered, narrowing her eyes.
"Please …" her mother's pleading yelp sounded from the kitchen doorway.
"That was mom … someone's torturing her!" Kim leapt right to that conclusion.
"Um … KP that didn't sound too much like she was being … well, hurt …" Ron tried to reason, lowing his gun back to the hidden holster on the small of his back.
"Kim, wait!" Ron hissed as Kim quickly moved toward the kitchen door, followed by twin Possible women screams.
Ron came running and stopped at the stunned Kim's side, his eye widening and his jaw almost dropping to the floor.
Mrs. Dr. Possible was caught in the act. She was still lying on her back on the dinner table with her spread legs hanging off the edge, as bare as the day she was born and trying desperately to cover her modesty from her daughter. "Kimmie!" Was all the elder Possible could squeak, staring almost fearfully into her daughter's shell shocked eyes.
Even if that wasn't a surprise, her lover was more than a shock. Standing between Kim's mother's legs, equally as nude but no where near as modest … was Solid Snake.
"Well now," Snake said smirking at his two subordinates. "You're here early."
To Be Continued …
