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 XL…
"A delightful strudel…Haven't had such since I was last in Germany…" Lindendon smiled… "And so nice to taste real coffee again, after years of tepid American brown water." He set cup down on table with surprising elegance for such a huge frame.
"So pleased you enjoyed it…" Bortel, beaming…
"And a magnificent view from here…" Lindendon, expansively…Waving arms to take in the said magnificent sunset view from the patio of the heliport lounge of Bortel Labs.
"Anything wrong, friend Avairius…?" he smiled at Avairius' perturbed expression…Avairius' cup and plate still untouched.
Avairius glancing at the torn remains of the two eagles he'd summoned…
There was no need for that…I thought he liked eagles…
"The animals put up a spirited battle, worthy of respect…But Nature, like lesser breeds, must bow to the Superior Man…" Lindendon, cool smile. "But, an impressive demonstration of your marvelous telepathic abilities…" he raised his cup.
Hmmn…I imagine he'd have little problem extracting my DNA from my corpse…Avairius reflected.
And should he choose to do much digging into my background…
Well, Bubbe Hannah would want me to live…And fulfill my destiny.
"Yes…Yes, so they did…Thanks." he winced again slightly at the sight.
Forgive me, my poor friends…
"Excuse, gentlemen…" Bortel, back to a normal business suit, cut in. Regarding a table-top, built-in computer screen blinking an alert… "As expected, the authorities are en route…Time to begin our little playlet, Alan, my boy. Colonel? If you would be so kind as to accompany my staff to the secure location we've set up?"
"Of course, professor…I trust I will be able to observe the comedy?" smile…
"Certainly…" Bortel, pressing a summons…
"Is the girl?…This, Miss Possible…?" slight sneer…
"Not as yet…" Bortel, checking screen… "But I am confident she will come as well…Possibly mit der hesitance, though, as Drakken would be foolish to waste his new weapon in such a way by encouraging her to engage us. But she would be expected to assist and he has a hubristic tendency to overreach in showing off his toys."
"I look forward to meeting her. And learning the secret of Drakken's control over her…By whatever means necessary…"
Avairius picturing Kim strapped to table, Lindendon with dissection tools…
Several staff approached… "Professor…?" Bortel nodding to them, turning back to the others…
"Shall ve, gentlemen?"
All rose…Lindendon politely following the two staff members escorting him to a high speed elevator…All three departing immediately on entry.
"Alan…I am sorry…" Bortel murmured to his stricken colleague. "But ve need him and as you see he can control himself in essential matters."
"We're playing with fire, Cyrus and we may suffer for it." Avairius shook his head… "But I suppose we've no choice. Well, shall we? I'd better change before they tie us up."
You can't mean it…Shego inwardly sighed, still staring at the office wall…
My idiot brothers?...The UN's relying on my idiot brothers?...
"But apparently it's just a recon…" Drakken repeated, reassuring tone…
She desperately attempted to repress a sarcastic eyeroll…Blank, bovine, girl.
Right…And if that moron Hego so much as catches sight of The Throwback…
Picture Teddy Roosevelt, foolishly granted his World War I division, charging straight into German machine gun fire on horseback…Waving riding crop and howling 'Bul…Arggghhh…'
And they say Woodrow Wilson hated him…
Well, Hego may deserve to get his head kicked in, literally…But I promised Mom at her gravesite I'd never let the boys be hurt…Even if I joined the other team.
"And Kimberly is safe with our team…"
No doubt she's the UN's second recon choice…Shego sighed…
"I can't believe Dementor is going to stay at the lab and fight it out, though…I'm sure the boys won't find him or the Throwback, sweetheart." Drakken's voice in her head continued, soothingly. "They'll be fine."
Only you would know how concerned I am, Drew…After all these years of piling endless sarcasm on them…You sweet, sweet...
Ooops, no time for watery eyes, idiot…
"Ms. Sculder…" a beaming Bortel in suit had entered the reception room… "I am so sorry to have kept you vaiting…Here are your files." He offered a briefcase. Which she rose…Slowly, stiffly…To take…
"Thank you, Dr. Bortel…" she paused.
Hmmn…What now?
Grab him? Walk out and find a place to hide?
"That should do for the video evidence…Shego?" Bortel eyed her. "You vill please to change into your battle suit and begin destroying this place, particularly the computer system? Then go to the main lab floor and fight mit your brothers who should be entering our complex momentarily. Defeat them if you can, but by no means let them capture you, please? You may encounter myself and Dr. Avair, tied as prisoners? Act as if ve are your prisoners…Under Drakken's orders? Und if captured, forget everything that happened here und destroy the compliance chip before it ist discovered? There's a fine girl."
Hmmn…Ah…Shift the blame on Drew, right…
"Yes, Dr. Bortel."
"Miss Shego?" Bortel's voice from the intercom. "I confirm my copy's orders…You vill however now proceed to give him orders to assist you in your destruction and the fighting, as he ist a synthodroid…I vish it to be so and you vill do it. If opportunities arises, please make sure it's clear the droid ist one of Drakken's? The design should match perfectly, I used trace samples from one of his destroyed ones."
Cute…She blankly eyed the droid Bortel who beamed at her.
"Stole my synthodroid design? That little!..." Drakken fumed.
Beat up my little brothers and my idiot big brother while keepin' 'em reasonably undamaged?...That I can do, with pleas, doc…Shego thought.
Though for sticking this on Drew…You will pay, you lil' white-haired, kindly, Nazi murderer's friend…
"Yes, Dr. Bortel."
The synthodroid awaiting…
Yeah…Pal?...
"Awaiting your orders, ma'am…" the droid now in monotone voice…
"Go outside the room while I change, please…" maintaining blank tone.
I don't care if there is a restroom in here, I'm not changing with this thing next to the door…Probably equipped with X-ray and infrared…And my husband listening and watching on the other end…
Speakin' of which…
Well…At least this shouldn't be too much for Shego…Drakken noted to Barclay as they watched the Bortel synthodroid step out. "She's handled her brothers before."
"Seems awful if you get the blame of releasing the Throwback, boss…" Barclay shook head.
"Eh…They'd figure a fifty percent chance it was me in any case…" Drakken shrugged. "Though it will sting a bit, if everyone assumes I'm pro-Nazi. I mean there's evil and there's Evil…"
Barclay nodding sympathetically…
Hmmn…Drakken caught sight of the small screen on which Shego's video feed was displayed…She was in front of a ladies' room door in the reception room…Seemed to be waiting…?
Oh, right… "Barclay, darken the image on Shego's feed…Lets give Ms. Drakken her privacy…" speaking into the transmitter mike as well.
Thank…You…Shego, repressing frown. Entering bathroom…
"Boss?" Sally's voice, urgent now…
"Sally?…" Drakken viewed the small screen insert on which Sally's anxious face, staring into her Ipad, was illuminated.
"Kimmy's flown the coop…Literally. Sorry, sir. She was gone before we could stop her."
"What?!..."
"Fraid so, Boss…" Walter's voice, chiming in… "She was off soon as her nerdy friend told her Shego's family was moving in on Dementor's lair at Bortel Labs."
"What?!..."Drakken, nervously. And here I was about to praise that boy to the skies for his fine common sense…Promote him to possibly acceptable boyfriend material…In some future time, long down the road, should the buffoon's allure fade.
Things I instinctively do for family…Even stupid old stepfamily…Potential glowered as she headed down the highway in newly "acquired" car.
Hmmn…Speakin' of family…
"Hey, boyfriend…" she cooed into phone held to ear and speed-dialed.
"Kim? You on your way home?" Ron's voice. "Wade's had me go to your house and help your parents move out, in a hurry. They're worried about you."
"No prob…I'm comin' to pick you up. We got a chance for a piece of the action." Grin.
Hey…I'm willing to do my bit for family like a true Drakken but I'm not dumb enough to eliminate the "Ron" factor here, she thought, closing phone.