Kim Potential…
Summary: A desperate Dr. Drakken has sensibly reviewed his Files of Past Plots to find the most effective weapon yet used on KP and improve it with unexpected results. Ron and company find they have a new partner.
Disclaimer: No infringement intended.
Part XXXVI…
"Now as to our next moves…" Drakken sighed… "Obviously, 'Operation Review' while successful beyond my wildest dreams in many ways, must be...Modified…In fact, I would say we have entered into a whole new suboperational phase…"
(Lets call it "Operation Cut and Run…And Save Our Little Girl…'…Shego thought.)
"…Focusing on Dementor and the Throwback and what we can do to support our Kim Potential…"
Hmmn…That does seem a bit of a change in the master plan, Barclay noted.
Still, one I'd say we're all good with…Glance round at the attentive faces…
"If this guy's still locked up, can we just monitor him?" Sally asked… "Keep our guys stationed to intervene?"
"We'll try…But unfortunately, we have no idea where the fortress where the Throwback is kept is…Just getting the photo of the place you saw was a major achievement." Drakken noted. "But we are doing all we can to monitor Dementor and his alter ego, Bortel…Though, again…Unfortunately…We appear to have lost track of him right now."
(I think I might be able to get him back on the radar screen, sweetheart…Shego thought. I'm getting bored here anyway.)
"And I hope Shego listening in realizes she's better to us remaining in position and taking no action just yet…For which service we are all grateful…" Drakken, hastily.
(Ok…He knows me all too well…Wry grin. Ok, I like it. But, Drew, we gotta do something…)
"Can't we at least let Kimberly know what's going on?" Walter asked now. "Then she'll at least be a little more ready."
"That, Walter…" Drakken nodded… "Is precisely our next move…"
"All right…" Bortel eyeing Avair as their craft, a convertible copter/submarine moved off from the island fortress. "You gave him the time?"
"Four fingers, representing ten minute interval each, total forty minutes till the virus causes field malfunction." Avair nodded.
"Gut. Now we must cloak and send our counterparts on their way home." Bortel pressed several control panel buttons…The ship released a small hovering craft which in an instant took on the form of their craft…A figure of Bortel at the controls, figure of Avair beside him.
"Und ve disappear und our holographic decoy goes home…Very gut…" Bortel beamed at the other craft now heading off… "We are now shielded from radar and for all practical purposes, invisible…Time to don our personas, my boy…Move to the rendezvous point…Und await our guest."
Looking forward to that, Avair rolled eyes, pulling off his lab coat and looking round for the briefcase in which his Avairius costume lay.
I can just imagine how high on the Throwback's scale of "superior men" I sit…
Still he does like to fly…Lets hope he's a bird fancier…
"Hello…" the dapper and gracious-looking figure in suit addressed Dr. Mrs. Possible at the Possible front door… "I'm Dr. Merton Muffley of the Capitol City State Archive…I've come to speak to your daughter, Ms. Possible? It's rather urgent, concerning this morning's robbery?"
"Oh? Hmmn…Well..Doctor, I don't really like to have Kim bothered at home about her work, outside of school work…" hesitant…
"A very wise policy, Dr. Possible… And one I am sorry to have to intrude on. But, we have an important lead on the stolen items and wanted to see that Kimberly gets the information as soon as possible…" charming smile, nod…
"Gotta hand it to Synth 535…" Sally, in business suit with Walter, likewise attired as museum official, watching from a car parked on the street, Walter watching a screen on which a closeup from drone 247 was showing the scene in detail.
"He always puts the human over well…"
"And…There he goes…Good one…" Walter noted, watching as Dr. Mrs. Possible and Synthodroid 535 entered the Possible home.
"Now if she just doesn't get too upset…" Sally, nervously.
"I hope she will be upset…No time for her to be cocky…"
"I just don't wanna see her running out after Dementor, thinking the Boss might be in danger…" Sally noted. "She's a good daughter that way…"
"The best…But 535'll explain it to her properly…Or we will if she comes out with him before he can get her alone. You look nice, Sal." He noted, with smile.
"Oh?..." she eyed him.
"Very…Nice…" he put on Vader tone…Smile…
Hmmn…I could submit to the power of the Dark Side, she thought…But, later…
"Walt…Business…"
"Just sayin'…Later?" still maintain Vader tones.
"I may possibly find the courage within me to face Lord Vader later, yeah…" sly grin.
"Here they come…" Walter cut in, normal voice, pointing.
"It's…A…Date, Padme."
"I'm very grateful to your mother for allowing you to speak to me, Ms. Possible…" 535 was addressing Potential just outside the Possible front door…She in her new Gothish style, though no time to put on stick-on tattoos yet.
"Sure, doc." She nodded…Quick glance and wave back to an anxious Dr. Mrs. Possible standing at the doorway. "Bye, mom! I'll call to let you know when I'll be back."
"Isn't Ron going with you?" Dr. Mrs. P, nervously.
Hmmn…Hinting at affair with handsome older museum director, possibly a tie-in to illicit distribution of the goods?...Not a bad step down, Possible…Potential thought.
But, she's worried…As if I…Twinie…Hasn't gone off alone with some government or scientific type a thousand times…
Still, nice to know she cares…Guess I've shaken her complacency about her lil' together supergirl these last few…
Twinie'd appreciate that…It does hurt, a little, when the stiffs take all this for such granted…
Even the most independent and confident of young super teens likes to be mothered and smothered a little, once in a while.
She turned back to take Dr. Mrs. P's hand…Quick cheek kiss… "Don't worry, I'm sure he's legit, Mom. And I promise I'll call." Warm smile.
Image of a concerned Shego reaching to help her up after firing a near miss that had caused her to fall over the blasted stumps of the weights' supports in the Drakken lair training room…
They all smell the same, don't they…Mothers…
Wonderful…Though I love that little whiff of ozone from Mom's…EStMom's…Plasma…
"Kimberly!..." Shego's agonized face…Falling back into darkness… "Don't!...Don't…" fading…
"Miss?..." 535, a bit urgent… "I'll try to have her back as soon as possible." He addressed Dr. Mrs. P who nodded, reluctantly releasing Potential from an embrace…
"Don't…Blame yourself…" That's what she was saying…Potential blinked…
When Mom jumped, to save me from doing it.