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.
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Part XLI…
On the one hand, Shego thought…Firing a burst of plasma into the main control panel for Bortel's primary lab's manufacture processing plant, tearing it apart and starting several electrical fires.,.
There's a lot to be said for the cathartic power of random, unbridled violence in quelling the lust for revenge...When that said lust could interfere with clear thinking and daughter-saving.
Sound of explosion from a nearby lab where synthodroid Bortel was about his own assigned destructive chore…
On the other…It's a pity to have to sit here playin' around while that maniac and Bortel escape to wherever.
Oh…Wait…
Right…Droidy Bortel said I might "encounter" the good doctor faking prisoner.
Now, what a pity if compliance chipped Shego should, in her natural, bland enthusiasm for her role, blast a plasma-fueled hole in kindly Cyrus Bortel, supposed prisoner of her and the fiendish Drakken?
But then…The bigger crazy would get off safe to do mayhem to my little girl, and the world, later. No, best to see if we can get the dope on his plan for the Throwback and where he's stashed him first, then target the heart and blast away to my heart's content.
See, the benefit of blowing off some of that revenge lust showing already…
Hmmn…Hego and the guys are takin' their time getting down here. I imagine big brother is busy on the roof giving the pre-battle pontification.
I wonder if I should let it slip that lil' sis has got herself a husband…Not that there's much chance those insensitive oafs'd ever think to get us a present.
"Ron…In…Hey, Mom...Sorry, no time…" Potential, opening door of "acquired" car to an uncertain Ron while waving to a troubled-looking but preoccupied Dr. Mrs Possible, busy directing the government agents trying to load the family's most "essential" items…
We can't possibly leave my good china…
…Onto a small truck while also trying to keep an eye on the twins, who were currently engaged in posing questions to the harassed-looking agents.
"Guns and cell phones? That's all you carry?" astounded shake of head…Eyeroll by the other.
"Boys! Let the gentlemen get on with their work! Kim?! Where are you going?!"
"Just the usual, Mom…Catch you guys later…Don't worry!" Potential, offering smile and renewed wave…
"Are we going to Bortel Labs too?" Ron asked, strapping seat belt at her quizzical stare.
Which continuing…Oh…
Wade, a few minutes ago…He answered to her, how did…? Look…
"Sharp, s.o." she grinned, turning into the road. "Keep it up and I may have to take steps to remove you as my overly ambitious sidekick challenging me for leadership of the pack."
That's the Drakken way…Though the beloved may just get a kick upstairs to "chairperson of the board" while we run the real show, she did not say …Taking the freeway exit…
"Kim? Are you sure we should be doin' this? Wade says the UN is gathering an assault force. And that Team Go…"
"Those Shego-minus mental defectives…" Potential frowned.
My step-uncles…Well, even a clone can't choose her family…
Ron, a bit startled by the harsh…"Kim? You sound like Shego…"
"She knows her brothers…" Potential shrugged.
And thanks…A daughter…er, step-daughter…Even one committed to the step's destruction…Does kinda like to hear she shares a few traits with a respected parent…
"Kim?" Ron looked at a sweater draped on Potential's seat and a gym bag on the floor in front of his seat as they zipped along, she taking the fast lane. "Is this a government loaner or did you rent or what?"
"Yeah…" she nodded…Innocent beam.
Hell, I oughta be able to do the duly deputized ersatz law guy needs to borrow your car thing with my twin's record.
Speakin' of which…She floored as Ron gulped…
And certainly such borderline arrogant flouting of the law is another good step down that slippery slope…
"KP! A little above the speed limit!"
"No problemo, I got it, Ronnie." She patted him briefly, reaching down… "Hey, Wade!" she addressed the now open Kimmunicator.
"KP! Not while…!" Ron began…Catching as she tossed the device his way…
"Get the fast lane on Interstate 25 cleared for me, willya, Wadey?! The matter of life/death thing!" she called.
And just be glad you don't know how old I really am, sweetie… Glance to the stricken Ron…
Or how much actual driving experience…
"All right, fellas…" the sturdy voice of Hego echoed through the main corridor of the top floor of the Bortel Labs main complex. "Fan out but stay in touch…First one to see the Throwback or Dr. Bortel or anyone else, holler!"
What, does he think we'll sit quietly and wave a little at them? Wego eyed Wego…
"And then what?" Mego frowned.
"Well…We'll all come running." Hego noted. Looking round the corridor carefully. Testing a door…Nope. "Secure."
Wego opening said door a second later, rolling eyes at twin Wego.
"Great…Let him pick us off one at a time as we 'come running'…Idiot."
"Mego?! Well, what's your bright idea?" Hego, pausing to glare…
"Anything's gotta be brighter than yours." Sniff.
"Look, we're dealing with two highly dangerous criminals, one of whom is an outright pumped-up supermaniac." Hego frowned, peering into open office. "Could you for once try and get on the same…"
Sound of minor explosion from the floor below…Fire alarms starting to blare…Spinklers clicking on all down the hallway.
"Just as I expected…" Hego nodded solemnly. "They're destroying the place to cover their tracks."
"Oh, really…" Mego rolled eyes. "So leading us into a place that's self-destructing is an actual plan on your part?"
"Wegos!" Hego, ignoring him… "Make like a clone fire company and lets get down to that level and see if we can find out what's what before this place goes up."
The Wegos multiplied, heading to the stairwell.
"Hello?! Into a burning building?!" Mego, glaring…
"Our suits'll and the fire system should protect us for a little while if it doesn't get worse. If they were blowing the place up, it'd've gone up immediately." Hego noted, heading to stairwell. "Go back and report we're inside if you like."
"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?!" Mego, annoyed…
Ummn…Cyrus? Avair, back in lab coat and street clothes, gagged and rope-bound by the retreating staff to a chair in the main lab on the floor Team Go was now making its way down to, eyed Bortel, likewise secured in chair next to him. While I don't really mind getting soaked by our sprinkler system, the idea of getting blown up in our own lab…By our own people and your little bio-bot Shego and droid copy…
Not appealing…
Bortel now giving a good performance of a prisoner struggling with his bonds…Occasional encouraging glance to Avair…
Well, certainly no need to fake the sincerity of wanting to get out of this…Avair noted.
"Hey, there…" chorus of Wegos…Avair looking over…
Oh, joy…Look who's here to 'save' us.
Well, paste that look of joy before they recognize their old nemesis…He gave a relieved look as a Wego in battle costume and mask came over.
And on the other hand…Ought to be amusing when Shego gets…
"Dr. Cyrus Bortel?" Hego, with Mego frowning beside him, had entered the lab. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with us…"
"Ach, gladly, my boy…" Bortel, gag removed by a Wego, urgent tone… "I fear a terrible thing hast been done in mine name…But I vould suggest ve…"
"Sis?" several Wegos in chorus…