I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Vamped
By LJ58
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When the man lifted a small, silenced pistol to aim at the man in the cell, Yori fired a small dart at him in the same instant from her vantage point in the vent, and the man stiffened and fell before he could pull the trigger.
The other three men were making a lot of noise in the next room, obviously managing a distraction as the sleeping prisoner slept on without knowing how close he had come to death.
Stoppable-San was right. Someone did not wish to have this man questioned.
She smirked, fired the tiny device that looked like a child's toy to her from her vantage point, and the assassin shrank down until he was the size of a doll. A six-inch doll. Yori then aimed and fired a small grapple at the tiny figure, retracting the hook on the end of the very thin cable, and pulled the diminutive figure up and into her grasp.
Wrapping a strip of clear tape around him, effectively binding him with hands at his side, she tucked him into a pouch carried at her side.
She then returned to her post as another man walked into the cell.
He looked around in confusion, spotted the fallen weapon, and walked quickly over to scoop it up, and glanced around again. When the prisoner moved restlessly, the man realized he obviously still lived and started to raise that weapon himself.
Just before he fell unconscious, and seemed to shrink down out of sight.
The procession was almost comedic as the events were replayed twice more, and finally, a guard walked in, looked around, and then kicked the bars, startling the prisoner awake, and demanding to know where the other agents had gone.
"What agents," the prisoner spat in confusion.
Ron, having rejoined Yori, nodded, and they waited for the guard to rush out, shouting for aid, and then Yori aimed a fresh dart.
When the guards were gone, the prisoner known only as Paradox suddenly gasped as he stiffened, and began to grow very, very small. Still mostly awake, he saw a huge grappling hook shoot out from above him, and jerk him very high into the air before a giant's hand reached for him, and pulled him into an air vent.
He whimpered in fear as his mostly numb body was cocooned, and shoved into a dark place with several other bodies.
"Let's jet," Ron murmured. "If we have to separate, meet me at Kim's. Full stealth," he added as if an afterthought.
"Of course, Ron-San," she said, and gracefully turned and moved swiftly up the ventilation shaft to their exit.
Behind them, men shouted in confusion, and investigators came in to hunt the missing guests and the now missing prisoner. No sign was found of any of them.
Dr. Director, grim, resolute, and scowling was nevertheless not surprised by the report.
~KP~
The five men stood in a transparent box that might be a fish tank, or something akin to one as they stood barely six inches tall before the giant Kim Possible and the two figures in black. While masked, they had no doubt it was Stoppable and his current partner.
"You called it, KP," Ron confirmed his identity by speaking. "This bunch was sent in to kill P-Man there, and every one of them tried to finish the job when the others vanished before them."
"You came to kill me," the tall, gaunt man known as Paradox cursed the others, stepping aside from them now.
"Let's start with you," Kim said, and reached in and scooped up Roger Timms first. "After all, I know you, assassin."
"I'm no assassin…."
"Or should I call you Richardt Tanz," Kim asked, making the man sputter as she sat him down on the table outside the tank. "Now, if you want to live, you will cooperate. Lying, or defying me now has consequences," she said, and pointedly pulled out a small, ivory pistol she set on the far side of the tank.
The men all eyed the device, and knowing Possible's family and reputation, none of them didn't break into a cold sweat.
"I'm going to ask a few simple questions. Bear in mind, I already know more than you think. So, again, lying would be a bad idea."
Roger glowered but said nothing even as Kim turned away from him as if daring to try anything.
She turned to Ron, and said, "Ron. Yori. If you stay, I must ask you don't interfere. Not with anything I plan to do."
"We owe them, too, KP. Do what you have to do," Ron nodded.
"Indeed, Possible-San," Yori smiled and nodded to the redhead.
"I know you, of course. You've sabotaged a lot of our missions. Figured out a real vampire was hiding out in Eastern Europe and sent us out to get killed. All at the behest of your masters. Your real masters. The GJ Ruling Council," Kim declared. "I want to know why. Tell me that, and you get to live."
"I'm to believe you," Roger spat. "A cold-blooded demon yourself?"
Kim smiled, flashing her fangs.
"Upon my honor, you answer my questions, and you get to live," she told him. "Defy me, and you will regret it for a very long time. Only not so long as you might think because the end will come for you."
Roger glanced at his team, as helpless as he since they had all been stripped naked while out cold, and left literally with nothing but their birthday suits. He didn't even have a knife if such would have been any good at their current size.
"Fine. What do you want, woman," he spat.
"First, you will speak to me with respect. Even I still know an insult, little vermin," she spat at him, flashing her fangs again. "I will not allow it."
"Damn touchy vamps," he grimaced in a barely audible voice at his size. Except to her ears.
She only smirked.
"You know what you've been told to do regarding my past missions that led to my death. Why? Why did they want Ron and I sidelined? Even killed? Tell me truly, little man," she called him with a smirk.
"You know they'll kill me for talking?"
"What do you think I'll do," Kim sneered. "Besides, I'm certain a man like you will manage."
"Fine. Just recall your oath, vampire," he spat and crossed his arms as he stood there refusing to show any modesty. "The Council runs half the damn vice in the world out there. Drugs. Slavery. Prostitution. Gambling. Forget the gangs. The families. They're all fronts for the big shots that run it all from behind the scenes. Only you kept getting closer and closer to major operations that stood to cost those people billions. Not millions. Billions. When you kept getting too close, even when diverted, they decided it was time for the Possible legend to go down in flames."
"So, GJ isn't even about justice," Ron said coolly.
"It's a pretty face masking the reality behind that idiot Director. She pretty much provided a ready-made mask for the Council when she showed up with her idea for a global interagency law enforcement band to help police the world. Even they saw how valuable it could be….to them….and that one-eyed bitch never even saw her biggest enemies were right in front of her."
"True," Kim said, "But I do. And you just confirmed it. Is it the whole Council? All nine members?"
"Why do you think they're on the council," Roger spat. They bought those seats, and ensure they keep them so they're in place to ensure anything or anyone that pops up comes to them first. If they can't use them or profit off them, then they go down. Hard if necessary," Roger said. "Only you…. You didn't stay dead. You…"
"Anything is possible," Kim said in an utterly ruthless tone. "What about your followers? Are they but pawns, or do they know anything of importance?"
"Protégés," Roger sniffed. "Rather poor ones considering they were all duped and taken out without even realizing they had walked into a trap."
"Did you," Ron asked carelessly.
Kim wondered if Ron heard his muttered comment about nosy ninja.
"One last question, and I'll let you and your men go. As promised. Provided you continue to be honest."
"What else?"
"What are their current operations? Right now. And what of their troves? Where do I find them? Because we both know you'd know because those men wouldn't trust anyone else to hold their illicit riches."
"That's…more than one…"
"Answer, and go. Defy me…."
Kim's eyes flashed red, and Roger grimaced.
"Fine. You're only signing another death warrant, woman. Even vampires die, as your ninja lover proved."
Kim snorted.
"You are behind the times if you think Ron and I are still a thing."
Ron and Yori stayed quiet as the assassin just glared.
"Silence is the same as a lie to me just now," Kim said with a very convincing growl.
"Fine. Right now, Paradox is supposed to have built a satellite that would have targeted enemy fields. Drugs, cocoa, crops of any sort they don't want to be harvested. Only your brat duped me somehow, and GJ grabbed Paradox before he could fulfill his mission."
"And you were to kill him before he was questioned, and spilled the wrong secrets," Kim nodded as Paradox frowned all the more at them as he still stood away from the others, eyeing them suspiciously.
To say he looked angry would have been a genuine understatement.
"He's been getting greedy. He figured out a few too many details and decided he wanted a bigger slice. Too big a slice for his place," Roger huffed.
"I guessed that, too. Now, where is their trove? Or troves. Do be concise. Lying at this point could bring….additional penalties you've yet to imagine."
"It won't do you any good. Most of it is hidden in secret vaults inside underground bunkers built for emergencies."
"Locations," Kim growled again.
"Greenland. Inside the official GJ HQ, there is a top-secret level no one even knows about. Over half the gold, jewels, and the like taken are stored there. Most of the cash is banked through Roberto Senior's companies or buried in an underground vault on his island. They really got furious when you almost cost him his standing, because someone could have found that vault had the old man not gotten his standing back to reclaim the place."
"And?"
"And, likely all of them have personal caches on their own estates," Roger said. "Hell, even I have a few million I keep on hand. It's yours. You keep your word and give me a head start, and you won't even see me again."
"Oh, I expect that. Now that you know the folly of facing me," he was told as Kim reached for him.
"Remember you promise," he howled as he was lifted and put back into the tank.
"Oh, I do. And I will. All four of you are no more use to me. You've only confirmed what I already suspected, or already knew. Now, you will be let go," she said and lifted the tank only after pulling Paradox out of the tank to place on the table before carrying the tank to a corner of the lab.
"Ron," she nodded as she lifted her ivory pistol. "If you will?"
Ron fired a small child's weapon, only it made them suddenly grow, and all four men were suddenly back to normal size. Even as they tensed, Kim lifted her own weapon, and said, "And now to fulfill my oath. I release you," she said, and fired the weapon that sent a blazing amber beam out to surround all four men who howled as they began to shimmer, turn opaque, and then slowly faded away.
"You killed them," Paradox gasped.
Kim put the device down and switched on a monitor behind the six-inch man.
"Ever hear that one about a fate worse than death," Kim teased. "I said I'd let them go, and I did. Only they just ended up on an alien world with only their own wits to keep them alive. What do you think? Think they'll survive?"
"An….alien world," the man paled.
"Anything is possible," she smiled again.
"What do you want to know," the gaunt villain blurted.
"Now you know how the game is supposed to work," Kim smiled almost warmly now. "Respect. I like that. I truly do. Did he speak earnestly? You were targeting the fields of any they wished to undermine?"
"With the satellite, we could have done more than ruin crops. We could turn loose superstorms anywhere on the planet. Even buried cities in snow. Done…anything."
"Drakken's weather machine on steroids," Ron grimaced.
"I long guessed Drakken was a dupe used by others to test certain tech they couldn't test ethically any other way," Kim declared. "Only you signed on to test it without caring who you hurt. How many dead, Andrew James Washington the Third?"
"How did you know…?"
"You're not the first impoverished pampered rich brat I've encountered," she sneered. "Lost out on the family tradition and money when you turned on your own, though. Didn't you Andy? So, what, you thought you would remake your fortune by destroying innocent lives?"
"Someone might as well do it. Why not me? If it wasn't, they'd have just hired someone else. Only I was smarter than they thought. I'm no Drakken. I figured out their game plan from the start."
"And still made sure you profited from it without caring for all those lives you ruined or destroyed."
Andrew just looked away, looking mulish.
"Would you like to join your executioners? Or perhaps you'd like to try your luck in a rocket? Or maybe I could open up a portal to another world. Or deep space. Or….just nowhere. How would you like to be the first to know what's it like to find and face limbo? Why the possibilities are….?"
"You give me your word you won't kill me, or send me….anywhere dangerous, and I'll give you all the information I've been gathering about the Council. I have it all. Proof of their crimes. Their business arrangements with major crime families, and even rogue governments. Hell, even legitimate nations that don't want their own knowing how dirty they are at times. I've got proof of everything. It's yours. Just…let me go….safely."
"That's all you want? To be released…safely?"
"That's all. I figure I'll be back on top soon enough. I'm smart enough to know when to get out and start over. There are always other opportunities."
"Where is the information," Kim demanded.
"You're word."
"You have it. You give me that information, and I let you go safe and unharmed. If you think to play me, though…."
"No. No. The information is in the belt buckle of my uniform. It's a digital recorder with a backup in my last lair only I can decipher. The buckle still holds the primary data in the memory, though. Everything I've seen and heard, it's there. Along with every mission they ordered me to carry out for them," Paradox declared.
"I believe you," Kim said, and lifted him, and set him down on the floor before her. "Ron."
"No!" the man screamed even as Kim lifted her dimensional portal.
"You lied to him."
"Not at all. I let him go, and he's safe enough. There are not any overt dangers in that world. He might even manage to do just as he said and find new opportunities there. If those assassins don't kill him on principal. Still, I kept my word," Kim smiled.
"Cleverly done," Yori nodded at her, her tone sounding approving.
"I guess so. Now what?"
"You bought his uniform, didn't you," Kim asked Ron who still looked uneasy.
"Yeah. And all his gear."
"Wade deciphers the recorder and checks on his lair's leftovers. Meanwhile, you will feed Dr. Director the data that will do the most good. While I visit the first of our nine Scrooges," Kim said coolly as she now holstered that small pistol in her equipment belt she hardly needed these days.
"Are you going to…."
"Ron, you heard what I did. You know now they knowingly sent us to our deaths. Ruined countless missions. We could have both died that day, but you survived."
Ron looked grim himself now and looked away.
"And I'm glad," Kim told him as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm glad. You were always the heart of our team anyway. You were there from the start. It's only right you carry our name into the future. Whatever happens to me, you will prove we were heroes to the end."
"You're sounding…."
"Come on, Ron," she smiled. "Whatever happens, do you think the kind of power vacuum I'm about to create will last long? I'll slow them down. Make the powers-that-be cautious again for a time. Only their kind will be back. They always come back. Different names, same old song-and-dance," she sighed almost wearily now.
"Then why bother…."
"Because they cost Monique's life, and dared raise hands against my child," Kim spat now as she walked over, and adjust the monitor to show four naked men facing off with a fifth. "Oh, look, my new favorite show."
The men shouted soundlessly, but Ron could guess what was being said. For a long, tense moment the four seemed ready to leap on the one, but then they seemed to deflate, and they all gathered around one another, and began to be gesturing around, and making some kind of plans.
"Well, Andy is a man of his word. Clever little opportunist isn't he," Kim asked, and then began to gather other devices from the desk before her. "Now, I need to prepare. Watch your own back, and your own family, Ron. When I begin to move, it won't take the rest long to decide where the blame falls. Especially when you begin to give Dr. Director the data from Paradox's recorder."
"Just be careful, Kim," Ron said quietly, following her up from the basement after a last glance at the men on that screen that was apparently on another world according to Kim.
"Always. Guard your own, Ron. No one else will," she advised him.
Ron watched her leave the house, Dana and Shego watching a program they focused on in spite of the people around them, and Ron just nodded to Shego as he and Yori left."
"Okay," Shego said after they left, holding up the communicator. "You got those coordinates, Princess," she asked even as the Roth powered up outside.
"Logged under ANI's memory, and Wade put a backup of her memory in your jet. Visit Greenland first. Empty the vault. You know how we talked about it. Tomorrow, you hit Senior's vault. I want them broke, and floundering by the time they realize Councilman Van Dyke has taken a powder," she laughed over the speaker. "By the time they figure out it wasn't he who grabbed and ran, it will be too late."
"We know the drill," Shego said, eyeing Dana. "Only what do we do with the stash once we grab it?"
"Keep it shrunk down, and we'll bury it in a box. No one will think to find a missing treasure of that size in a shoebox in our closet," she laughed.
"You're being weird again, Kimmie. How about we keep it tiny, but bury it so no one finds it nosing around if they do manage to break in."
"That works, too," Kim agreed. "I'll be in touch. Good luck."
"Just…."
The communicator went silent.
"Oy," Shego groaned.
"Can we really just…."
"Actually, I'm thinking of shrinking the entire damn vault, and carrying it off," Shego said. "It's probably easier than trying to crack it under uncertain conditions. Depends on the vault, but we'll see. Ready to go?"
"I'm just saying, it's supposed to have a lot of security."
"Let me tell you about the time I raided the Pentagon, and they never even realized I was in, or out, and still don't. Even Kimmie doesn't know about some of my jobs," Shego chortled.
Dana throwing off her robe to reveal her old mission clothes, and equipment belt already strapped in place, said nothing as she followed Shego to the door. The green-skinned woman wore her old uniform for the first time in months and was looking almost gleeful herself at the idea of a job Kim Possible had sent her out to do for her.
To Be Continued….