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 XXXVII…
"Nicely done, guys…" Potential beamed at Walter and Sally as they drove off, Synthodroid 535 at the wheel, maintaining his "Dr. Muffley" form… "I thought it might be you but wasn't sure till I saw you, Walt…God, it's good to see ya…How's Dad and EStM?"
"Terrific, and very pleased with your progress, ma'am…" Walter nodded.
"And? Dementor's on his way? I know Dad wouldn't make contact this way unless things were moving. Is that poor imitation of Dad planning an ambush?"
"Well…Ma'am…" Sally began... "Yes and no…There's a complication…"
"Feel like a little dinner, Colonel…?" a tall guard in private's uniform wheeling a dining cart paused, awaiting…
Lindendon, sardonic look, eyeing cart, then guard…
"Doc says, its good for you to eat a little real food now and then. And this isn't bad, I had the cook adjust the tarragon as you asked. Whatdaya say, it's your mom's recipe?" smile…
"For a miserable worm, you've always been pleasant enough…When I finally escape this place, I'll try not to kill you. Many thanks…" nod, rising, carefully moving chained arms and legs.
"Extend secondary field…" a guard by the cell door, just outside the field dome, called to the guards in the control booth outside the second gate door. At the edge of the sparkling force dome around the Throwback's cell, a smaller field extended and enveloped the cart, now left by the guard. Lindendon standing, waiting…
"Secondary field is extended, bring it in…" the guard monitoring the field waving…The cart rolling in on a short conveyor belt.
"Thank you." Lindendon pulled his chair over. "Very fine, the tarragon smells quite right. My compliments to the chef."
"Will do, Colonel…" the private nodded.
"It was his rank, sir…" he shrugged to the captain of the guard frowning at him… "Can't hurt to use it, he did see some action…"
"Before they stripped it from me after I decided it was time to retire that feeble cripple Roosevelt and his foolish wife coddling the nation's other defectives to Hades…" Lindendon noted, taking large, reinforced seat, carefully moving chained legs, lifting dish covers… Friendly wave to the departing private.
"Uh huh…Enjoy your meal, Mr. Lindendon." The captain, curtly.
"I believe I shall…Thoroughly…Captain…" thin smile…Glance at the control booth, the inner and outer cell doors…The position of each posted sentry…The various cameras and so forth…
"You know…" renewed smile… "These chains are always a source of amusement to me." He rattled chains on arms. "Even with the drugs to suppress my abilities, I could easily change the molecular structure of my limbs to allow these to drop off in a second, they seem such a ridiculous waste of the taxpayers' funds."
"They'd slow you down…As a pilot you ought to know even a few seconds gained can be crucial…" the captain noted briefly.
"So right…" Lindendon gave slightest of bows…A bit ludicrous with his huge hulking frame in the large chair…Nothing so much as a blonde hulking Thor in prison garb gone to a bit of seed… "Given my extended life I forget how much seconds even can mean to your kind."
"How long does he have?" curious guard at the security control panel to his partner.
"Docs say he could make for another two or three hundred years, maybe more…Bodywise…Brain? Eh? Probably not so good."
"Yes, excellent…" Lindendon, savoring his first taste… "Just like Mom used to make…Now there was a woman who knew her place and her duty in the world."
"He's off again…" the curious guard noted to his partner… "Elaine was asking me the other day if they ever allowed women guards with him. I told her the docs advised against it and he'd requested no women. He despised them until his wife turned against him, gave the government the evidence that nailed him…Since then he hates them. So she said…"
"Fluctuation!" the other guard cried, scanning meters, pressing warning alarm as automatic alarms kicked in… "We have a malfunction, possible containment breech!" The captain and two guards with him, racing to the booth, the captain grabbing intercom mike.
Lindendon smiling… "Trouble, gentlemen? Perhaps I can be of help, I was once a fine engineer…" he stood up, chains falling off…
"So…Who the heck's this Throwback?" Potential stared at Walter…A tad disappointed on hearing they were not heading for the lair for a family dinner, Drakken feeling it was best she return home quickly…
"Got the Boss online…He'll fill you in better than we can, honey…" Walter handed her an Ipad.
"Daddy!" beaming smile as Drakken's face appeared…
A worried face, no trace of ambition or exultation…
"Where's…Shego…?" repressing disappointed tone…
"Colonel Lindendon…Welcome aboard…" Dementor, now in costume beamed at Lindendon, who'd banged on the half-submerged hatch. Which Avairius opened hurriedly…Stepping back as the huge form entered…
Way back…
"Professor…And?" stare at Avairius…
"My colleague, the famed master of our avarian friends, Avairius…"
"I see…" cool tone…
"I believe this reinforced seat should support you comfortably, Colonel…" Dementor indicated the said heavily reinforced seat. "I thought you might enjoy a chance to use the controls, after so long."
"Indeed…An interesting vessel…Yes…" Lindendon scanned the controls a brief moment… "Simple but elegant design, my compliments, Professor."
"Honored, Colonel."
Uh…Avairius cleared his throat…
"Perhaps we should get moving…The UN troops will be swarming over this place and if we can't be detected on radar, etc…We aren't completely invisible…"
"Not for a little time, friend Avairius…" Lindendon smiled… "The staff is nearly all dead…The communications and alarms disrupted. A warning was unavoidably sent out when the field went down…And a second confirmed it…The captain of the guard deserves a Congressional Medal, he died very bravely sending it out…"
All?...In what, less than fifteen minutes since the field went down…There were nearly eight thousand military personnel on that island…?
"But your caution is sensible…With your permission, Professor?"
Dementor nodding… "The course to my laboratory is set, we should evade detection."
"Where we can talk…And you can, as they say, catch me up on all the things I've missed since my confinement…" Lindendon smiled. "I'm especially interested of course in the current state of any real or potential foes of the superior variety. And perhaps we can share an after dinner dessert and coffee outside to celebrate my release…It's been a while since I've had the pleasure."