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Wolves Gathering
Indigo heads straight home. She was so worried about her mom's safety. She could barely think straight. She kept her eyes peeled noticing the rusty yellow van, three cars back but keeping pace with her, turn for turn. She breaks out her cell phone dialing home.
Shirley Ferrara usually avoided answering the phone. They'd worked up a code. Her daughter would call, let the phone ring once, and then hang up. Call right back, do the same thing, and call a 3rd time. Shirley snatches up the receiver this time, "India, what's wrong?"
"Boyd's back, Mom," the young girl reveals while fighting back tears. They'd tried to hard, really hard, to avoid his detection. And yet, he found them no matter how many precautions they took.
"Oh, hell, not again," Shirley curses aloud pounding the coffee table. "Are you sure, India?"
"I've made some new friends here. One's a tech genius. He's petitioned his pals online to track down who's behind these blogs".
"Do you think they can?" Shirley sounded more hopeful than she had in a long time.
"I pray they can, Mama," Indigo didn't want her mom getting her hopes up, only to have them dashed yet again. She'd only recently come out of her shell. "Ron works with Global Justice. His friend consults with the CIA and NSA at times. So, I'm hopeful".
"Good," her mom tries to hide her worry. India detects her voice's strain. "Are you headed home now, Young Lady?"
"I don't know if I should. Boyd's been transferred here in Middleton. In fact, he's behind me..."
"You might come on home, Sugar," Shirley quells her daughter's concerns. "There's no hiding now. If he's behind you, as you say, then he already had your tag number and knows where we live".
"I guess you're right, Mama," Indigo shrugs. "I didn't think about that. Alright, Mama, I'm on my way home now".
"See ya when you get here," Shirley hangs up.
Drakken was outside his lab. Tonight was karaoke night. He and some henches slipped unto the local karaoke bar in disguise. He'd slipped on stage mangling, 'I Will Not Bow' (The first single from the alternative metal band, Breaking Benjamin's 2009 album, Dear Agony, released August 31, 2009 under Hollywood Records, owned by Disney).
About this same time. Will Du was inside G.J.'s command center. He'd received an anonymous tip. Drakken was seen in or near the Boston area. He spent hours combing through traffic cams, ATM, and nightclub footage. And, sure enough, there he was, singing live and in person inside The Karaoke Lounge, near the Gladstone Park neighborhood.
Will picks up the telephone dialing his immediate superior.
Betty Director was at home asleep. She hadn't slept in several nights, too busy chasing bogus leads on Drakken and Shego sightings. Her phone rings several times and wouldn't shut up. She rolls over in bed snapping up the receiver, "What is it, Will?"
Her naming his right off momentarily renders his speechless.
"Spit it out, Commander," she sounded more menacing than ever. She despised being kept hanging. "I promise, if you don't, you'll regret ever waking me up this early, first thing tomorrow".
"I located Drakken, Ma'am. He's singing karaoke inside The Karaoke Lounge, near Gladstone Park, Chicago".
"Notify the nearest police precinct, have them apprehend him if all possible. I want to know what he did unto my agent. I'll be in first thing tomorrow morning".
"I'll handle everything personally, Ma'am," Will hangs up.
Betty slams down her receiver mumbling to herself, "That's what worries me most". She turns over, pulls the covers over her head, and dozes back off.
Sleight of Hand
Drakken was halfway through his act, when his cell phone rings, killing his groove, blaring loudly, 'Accidental Happiness' (Ida Maria's 2014 release under the Album, Accidental Happiness). Three things about this song alarmed him.
First, his Caller-ID read Gama Rose. Yet, he could be sure it was her. He never assigned her this damn ringtone. In fact, his phone didn't have this ringtone. Second, she'd only hack his phone under the gravest circumstances. Third, her song's lyrics called for the doctor repeatedly. He slips off stage and into the back, "What's so damn important?"
"If I were you," she counters his haughtiness, "I'd give me less lip and get moving".
Gama Rose was a lot like Shego. Her reputation meant everything. She never joked about anything, always serious, especially her job. "What's wrong, Gama Rose?" He loses the attitude, immediately concerned more about his own safety.
"Eight squad cars and a SWAT team are headed your way. So, unless you like federal accommodations, I'd get out the back exit. Now!"
Drakken slips out the back abandoning his unsuspecting henches. They'd haft to fend for themselves. "What should I do now?" He asks, glaring up and down the dark, deserted back alleyway.
"Turn right and head straight up the alley. A cab's waiting for you at the corner. Get inside and tell the driver to take you to the abandoned holographic museum".
Drakken starts up the alley. He'd never been so afraid. He regretted now giving Shego the night off. "Not that I don't appreciate your help, but why else did you call me?"
She'd learnt one thing. Her 'reluctant' boss was a worry-wort, always worrying about the least thing. She distracts his mind discussing mission specifics, "My daughter made contact with the Blonde Boy".
"Good," Drakken's mind kicks into overdrive planning his next move.
"Not so good," she corrects him. "The blonde moron's really into her".
"Then, what's the problem?"
"First," she apprises her employer, "things are accelerating faster than anticipated. Second, an old enemy tracked us here from Aurora, Illinois. In fact, he's a cop and working with Middleton P.D.".
"A cop? That isn't good," Drakken contemns this newest wrinkle. Why is it, every time he targets Kim Possible and her teammates, he runs into so damn many problems?
"You don't have to tell me twice," she ups the ante. "You insisted I keep my daughter in the dark about her assignment. Well, I complied, and your precaution has come back to bite us in our backsides, Doc".
Drakken drops his head cursing under his breath, and rubbing his nose bridge, asking, "And why is that, Mrs. Rose".
"My daughter has learnt about our little media campaign against your nemesis. At least, for now, she believes Boyd's responsible, per her conditioning. She, however, went behind my back and recruited your nemesis' tech friend to help track down whoever set up this campaign".
"I know who she's talking about," he exits the alley, turns right, and spots an Elmswood Cab sitting there. He opens the back-passenger door sliding inside.
"Where to, Buddy?" The drive petitions her latest fair.
"Take me to the abandoned hologram museum," Drakken relays Gama Rose's coded message.
"Yes, Sir," she stutters, too afraid to say much else. She didn't bother turning on her meter.
Drakken returns unto his conversation at hand, "That tech brat's name is Wade Somebody. Never did catch that little snot-nose kid's last name. Oh, well, I'm sure you're better than him".
"It isn't a matter of who's better anymore," she discretely warns him against getting cocky this late in the operation.
Drakken assumes the worst, suspecting something else went wrong. And she's ready to drop more bad news into his lap. He braces for the burden asking, "Why?"
"This threat doesn't end with this tech geek, Doc," she wasn't usually one to worry. But, this last part even rattled her last nerve, "This Geek called in favors. His hacker buddies across the globe are diving into tracking down whoever's behind this blog against the Blonde Boob".
Wade was bad enough by himself. An army of Wades was worse news. Who knows what those nerds could dig up? The stakes get higher and their operations more dangerous with each passing moment. "Oh, snap," Drakken moans, realizing a little of what he's up against here.
"Oh, yea," she impresses the gravity of their situation, "his contacts include Global Justice, CIA, NSA, and Interpol. They've joined forces in locating me. It won't take long, and they'll match my style".
Drakken wanted more time. He enjoyed this little mind-game he devised against Kim Possible. Maybe the shock would finish her offer? One could hope. Now, he learns his time is more limited than he ever imagined. He realizes he'll have to speed up his operation. He inquires about his time parameters asking, "How long do we have until they locate us, Gama Rose?"
"I'd estimate a week, maybe two, tops".
"Two?" Drakken starts to lose his nerve again. He didn't feel much like a boss right now. "What do I do once I reach the museum?" He changes the subject.
"Nothing. I've called your bodyguard. She'll be there waiting on you".
"Oh, good," he starts to relax again. "What next?"
"I'd suggest, you accelerate whatever you have planned. Our window of opportunity is closing fast, Doctor".
Drakken preens with pride. Someone recognizes his genius using his affable title. "I need you to light an unquenchable fire under Little Red".
"To do that we must get her outside that lab".
"Well, get her released then," Drakken shouts, irritated over being bothered with trivialities. "Do whatever's necessary. I need her amped up and emotional," Drakken hangs up without another word.
The cab driver didn't initiate conversation, unsure who held her car's trigger switch, her passenger or the mysterious voice on her cab's com unit.
Lighting The Fire
Kim awoke, unsure where she was. A good guess would be the hospital, judging by the number of medical devices beeping roundabout her bed and wires connected to various parts of her anatomy. The open-back gown was a dead giveaway, too. She didn't know how long she'd been here. Her weight loss, pounding head and sore muscles suggested, it'd been quite some time.
Drakken splashing her with mutagen was her last lucid memory. She activated her suit's bio-bubble, mere seconds before losing consciousness. A thousand voices invade her private thoughts, and simply wouldn't shut up. What's worse, her skin still burned as if every nerve receptor was supercharged by molten lava. This sensation only continues to grow getting hotter and hotter.
Machines roundabout her bed short circuit shooting violent sparks. Kim shields her eyes, as some literally explodes scattering a million tiny pieces over her room. She quickly disconnects the lead wires backing into the nearest corner. Alarms begin to blare inside her room and nurses' station outside her unit. Light flash on and off.
"Code Orange in progress," a mechanized voice announces over the intercom. She'd been around medical facilities enough growing up. Code orange denoted a hazmat spill or potential exposure unto a dangerous substance. She sinks down in the corner shielding her head. A power surge hits her respirator triggering the oxygen tank. The explosion catapults the apparatus through her room's wall.
The excitement doesn't stop there. Overhead fluorescent lights explode like chain reactions. Sparks ignite the released mercury gases. Fiery miasmas crawls along the way but flames out quickly. Glass shards rain down all around shattering int tinier pieces roundabout. Piercing static resonates over the hospital PA, as speakers drop below dangling back and forth by wires. An army nurse rushes into her room. Kim glances up catching peripheral movement.
'Ah, man, how's she still alive?' The nurse's private thoughts invade hers.
It didn't take long. Kim perceives, the voices earlier weren't voices but thoughts. People's private thoughts she'd intercepted somehow, like this nurse's private thoughts. She realizes, her curiosity stimulated her probe into their minds.
"Darling, are you okay?"
"I think so," Kim screams above the chaos shoving aside these thoughts. "What happened?" She surveils the damage unto the lab.
"A severe electrical storm rose up without warning. Lightning hit our grid overloading our circuit breaking, and shorting our lights and electronics," the nurse explains. "My name's Daisy? And you?"
Kim senses her anxiety, and knew positively, the nurse lied unto her face. She could only imagine why. "Kim Possible," she replies, with an extra question of her own. "Where am I?"
"The U.S. Army Medical Research Institute of Infectious Diseases in Fort Detrick, Maryland".
"How long have I been here?"
"Almost 4-months".
"Is Ron okay?"
"He's fine, we discharged about 3-months back," Daisy assures her near hysterical patient.
"I'll bet he's lost without me".
'I wouldn't say lost, exactly,' the nurse thinks, but says, "He's made news a time or two. But, I'm sure he still misses his partner".
Kim perceives her implying Ron's infidelity. She'd feared the worst, before her accident. She refuses to believe he'd do such a thing.
Fanning The Flames
Fluorescent lights continue to explode violently overhead. Fiery miasmas still crawled along the ceiling and walls, flaming out. Even computer terminals shatter into tiny pieces. Flames leap lively out their empty shells.
The rapacious redhead stops undaunted by the chaos and wouldn't budge, "What do you mean?"
"I'm not really..." Daisy regrets saying anything.
"What do you mean?" Kim reiterates her question more forcibly.
"Okay, here," Daisy hands her patient a Tablet-PC, "just stay calm and you'll be out of here in a couple hours".
"Really?"
"For real z's," the nurses jabs but smile wavers. "I think that's what you kids say today".
"Not really, but I get your point," Kim laughs, recognizing the old woman trying to relate.
"Oh, well, I tried".
"That's the important point," Kim eases the nurse's tension. "When do I see the doctor?"
"You're about to see him now. I was headed your way when the fireworks started".
"Fireworks? They sounded more like cannons to me," Kim teases back. "I've heard of a 21-gun salute, only. I'm not dead, and isn't a 21-cannon salute taking things a little too far?"
Nurse Daisy chuckles softly shaking her head. Something told her, she could learn to like this one, if not for her chosen occupation. A solid steel door slides open just ahead them. Daisy leads her patient outside the isolation ward.
Kim no sooner steps over the threshold. The same door slams shut behind them. The chaos stops there. She felt like she'd cross dimensions. Everything was so calm and orderly here.
"This way, Miss," Daisy gestures her inside an office.
Kim eases inside, unsure what she'd find.
A bald, slightly overweight doctor sat behind his desk filling out paperwork. He doesn't say a word, only points her towards a chair.
Kim takes a seat marking his and the nurse's every move. Maybe it was her training or overactive imagination, but something wasn't right here. 3-minutes pass in chilling, enigmatic silence. Neither moved a muscle, explains her presence inside this office, or what occurred inside the isolation ward. Six minutes tick by. Kim debated making her own exit, when...
"Here," the doctor breaks their stalemate handing her some paperwork.
"What's this Doctor...?"
"Tomlin, Dr. Xavier Tomlin," he points out his name-tag and photo-ID.
Kim learnt early on. Don't trust name tags or pictures. They can be too easily falsified. 'Thank you, Shego,' she thinks. "I guess I'll be going then". Kim gets up easing towards the door, still marking both his and the nurse's every move.
"Miss," Kim stops, every muscle tensed and ready for action, hearing him speak, "don't you need a ride home?"
"Yes, I do," she accepts.
"I thought so," Dr. Tomlin lays aside his spectacles. "A Lockheed C-5 Galaxy's waiting on Runway #3. The pilot's scheduled delivery will take him over Middleton, Colorado".
"But, time constraints won't allow him to land, right?"
"Correct," the doctor nods. "You'll haft to jump".
"My favorite past time," she preens.
"Keep the tablet, a celebration over your recovery," the nurse grasps her hand politely.
She'd been sidelined quite a while, and needed to catch up. Kim accepts the Tablet with a smile. She exits the facility under the nurse's watchful eye. No guards attempted to stop them. Her discharge seemed legit enough. She makes her way towards the airfield sauntering onto Runway #3. Her cargo plane was airborne within 45-minutes.
Her Tablet beeps. Kim opts to ignore it. It'd quit momentarily. 30-seconds later, the wretched thing continued, and wouldn't shut off. Kim grumbles under her breath removing and unzipping her military supplied backpack. She retrieves the device unzipping its carrying case. The Tablet comes alive. A icon flashed at the bottom of the screen.
She taps the icon with her fingertip. Her Tablet auto-signs into the nurse's military account bringing up some blog, she'd subscribed to follow. Kim couldn't believe her eyes. The frontpage displayed RIP in big, bold letters on her tombstone. Next, she spots Ron dining with his new girlfriend, Jame Indigo Ferrara. She explores the site thoroughly getting madder by the moment.
Raw rage turns her complexion two shades redder. Kim didn't believe this blogger's lies, but knew, whoever's behind this was targeting her man and family. The plane's engines start to sputter, turning on and off, for no apparent reason. The same thing occurred back inside the isolation ward. She only had a hunch. Kim lays aside her Tablet-PC and leans back against the wall breathing slow and easy.
Turbulence ceases, and engines quit sputtering almost immediately. Kim knew then. Daisy lied, or was lied to, whatever the case. A freak storm didn't damage the isolation ward. She did. How? She didn't know, only. She'd felt different since awakening. She read people's private thoughts like reading an open book, also she felt more invigorated and stronger than ever. Her appetite wouldn't quit.
Fly In The Ointment
Will Du was back inside G.J.'s command center, more determined than ever to locate and apprehend Drakken. Maybe that would redeem his reputation in Dr. Director's eyes.
Boston was a nightmare, start to finish. First, he locates Drakken. Something, no one else could do. He notifies everyone through the proper chain of command and handled everything according to G.J. field protocols. Not only does the suspect still escape, Chief Isaiah Townsend of the Gladstone Park precinct has the gall to blame him. What's worse, his boss sides with Townsend against him, because he stationed undercover agents inside the club, per SOP (standard operating procedures).
Eight squad cars converged on the nightclub, two from every direction. Their sirens blared louder with closing proximity. All cars come to a screeching halt erecting a blockade around the club. Sixteen officers jump out their cars and charges inside. SWAT wasn't far behind wearing full body armor. They detained the crowd within seconds searching every crevice, top to bottom, the nearby neighborhoods, and came up empty-handed. Only then did someone check local traffic cams.
And that's when his nightmare started. Drakken exits the side alley talking with someone. Chicago's best tech tried but failed to triangulate this mystery signal, and backtrack whoever he helping him elude justice. Adding insult to injury, he waltzes outside the alley sliding into a waiting Elmswood Cab, Car #12. Dr. Director agreed with Chief Townsend, Drakken spotted G.J.'s agents coming and fled into the night, inversely eluding capture.
Commander Du didn't think so. His men didn't blow their covers. He theorized, that idiot's mystery partner tipped him about the raid. And that's why he escaped. Alas, it was a theory one, he couldn't prove at this point. He still recalled questioning that hysterical cabbie.
* Flashback*
"Calm down, Miss..."
"Calm down? Calm down! You've got to be kidding me! Man, that idiot and his partner planted a bomb, a b-o-m-b, underneath my hood!"
"Why were you at that particular corner? Dispatch lost track of your vehicle 35-miles northeast of here and headed in the opposite direction".
"I stopped for dinner, a turkey sub on rye with hot-chili sauce, BBQ chips, and a Sprite Cola. I finished my meal, and had no sooner turned over the ignition. A strange voice came through my speakers..."
"Did you recognize the voice?"
"No, Man, I didn't recognize the voice".
"Was it male or female?"
"Neither," the cabbie shivered over the memory alone. "It was cold, indifferent, mechanized".
"Did this voice give a name or refer...?"
"It called itself Gama Rose," the cabbie shivered with recollection.
Will couldn't tell she wasn't exactly lying, but she was holding something back. But, what? That was the question. "What'd this mystery voice instruct you to do, Miss?"
"Man, I already told the cops this a dozen times or more," his last question unnerves the cabbie. She starts to pace back and forth.
"Well, you'll tell me again or be detained as a material witness".
"Man, I can't..." She reconsiders lying to these people. Why try? She caves under lost fairs and mountain legal fees, if she doesn't cooperate, not to mention more income lost and time wasted looking for a new job.
"Gama Rose," she catches him rolling his eyes. She discerns he didn't buy her story. But, it was all she had. Why change directions now? It's the truth. "Whoever was behind that mysterious voice, she instructed me how to unplug my com unit and GPS antenna.
She, then, told me, ''Go to Elm and 24th in Gladstone Park and wait there for your next fair. You'd best not budge, unless he asks to see the hologram museum, or I'll blown you to hell'. Is that clear enough for you? If not, you'd best arrest me right now, G-man, because that's all I know".
Stirring The Pot
G.J. tied directly into USAMRID upon Agent Possible's admission. His security panel lights up and go dark almost instantly ending his mental flashback. He tries to remotely access the facility's security network. His terminal kept spitting back non-descript error messages. Horace-7 was the best satellite within range. The Geo-Star satellite could scan and dissect the facility subterranean layers.
Commander Du accesses its control matrix zooming on the facility. The main facility was luckily still intact. He activates the satellite's subterranean scanners peeling back the Earth's crusts. Thermal imagery comes into focus. He gasps in horror over the massive devastation. The subterranean facility lay in utter ruin. Bodies scattered roundabout and large sections caved in.
He couldn't chance alienating his superiors any worse. Dr. Director would demand, why didn't he get answers. He grabs the nearest telephone dialing USAMRID's senior commander.
"Holland here".
"Major General, my name's Commander William Eli Du with Global Justice..."
"Commander, I'm a little busy here".
"My call concerns my agent, Kimberly Anne Possible".
"Her," the general growls under his breath. "She escaped".
He'd tried but failed to hid his choler. Will asks him pointedly, "What'd she do, Major General?"
"I can't say positively, Commander," Holland despised knowing so little. "I have nearly 50 people dead, Dr. Xavier Tomlin and Lieutenant Daisy Mae, her PCP and personal nurse while here. So, you could say, your agent's my primary suspect".
"How'd she escape, Doctor?"
"Not without help," Holland states with absolute certainty. "It's the damnedest thing I've ever seen. A freaky storm descends upon us from nowhere. Lighting severs our connection with main power, and overloads our grid and back-up generators. Your agent simply walks about afterwards".
"Where'd she go?"
"Don't know yet, Commander. I'll make it my business to find out. You can bet on that".
"Can you send me the video footage preceding this freaky storm and her escape?"
"My techs will send it over the wire within the hour, Commander. I must really get back to work," he hangs up without another word.
A Waiting Game
Will Du didn't budge. He stayed inside CNC, recalling the rest of his interview with the cabbie. "Did you hear any part of your fair's conversation with his partner on the phone?"
"Bits and pieces, but only one sided," she shrugs uncomfortably. "I could hear him, but not her".
"Her? How do you know his partner's gender?"
"What man calls himself, Gama Rose?"
"Given," Will didn't argue that point. "What exactly did you hear?"
"His female partner mentioned something about a hacker. The blue guy knew who she meant, called him a nosy, snot-nose brat, Wade Somebody. He couldn't recall his last name. She said something else, which upset the blue guy even more. He pointedly asked her how long do we have? And whatever they have planned, I assume it'll go down very shortly. Two..."
"Two what? Days? Weeks? Months?"
"I don't know," she screams over being pressured. "He asked her about the museum".
"What'd she say?"
"I don't know," the cabbie gets tired having to repeat the same thing. "A raven-haired Hispanic woman met my cab".
"Is this her?" Will shows Shego's picture.
"Yea, I'll never forget her," she recalls her glowing eyes. She wasn't human. "She was livid over him disturbing her vacation".
Will didn't care about Shego's vacation. He wanted to know, "What happened next?"
"The blue guy told his phone partner, 'I need you to light an unquenchable fire under Little Red".
That ended his flashback.
"Little Red must reference Kim Possible," he makes an educated guess. "She's wiry and redheaded".
Boredom relegates him to leaning back in his chair counting ceiling cracks and floor tiles. He'd done this half a dozen time when his terminal beeps. What shocked him, he didn't have one but two videos.
One depicted Kim Possible snapping Dr. Tomlin's neck and stabbing the nurse, while equipment exploded around them, lights flicker on and off, and electrical sparks rain down, and she calmly walks out the nearly demolished hospital facility without a care in the world.
The 2nd painted a totally different scenario. A nurse escorted Possible outside the isolation ward. The video abruptly changes angles, probably a clip spliced in from another camera. The nurse's face comes into better focus. Will pauses the video, positive, he'd seen her somewhere before. He accesses the next terminal, first, bringing up Daisy Mae's military ID.
He could tell within seconds. This nurse definitely wasn't Daisy Mae, despite her name tag. He runs FRS against her image and sits back, again, waiting. It didn't take long. His terminal beeps loudly with a positive identification. Will loses two shades of complexion reading the name, 'Gama Rose, real name Diamonique Rose, deceased, killed last year in a shootout with Chicago police'".
"Levy, Kirby," he singles out G.J.'s two best counterintelligence tech analysts.
"Sir?"
"Start digging up everything you can connecting Junior Agent Kim Possible and this woman," he hands them Gama Rose's picture. "Get back with me the instant you have something". He grabs his laptop heading towards Dr. Director's office.
Facing The Music
Commander Du knocks lightly.
He'd worked for her so long. She recognized his distinct knock. "Come in, Commander".
Will eases inside closing the door behind. Her tone was neutral. He turns with a smile gauging her mood.
"Spit it out, Commander".
He instantly knew, she'd neither forgotten nor forgiven Chicago's debacle. "Ma'am," he draws his strength, "we have an issue?"
"Commander, can't you ever give me good news?" She slams a fist against her desk.
"Kim Possible escaped," he blurts, ignoring her temper tantrum.
"What?" She bolts out her chair. "What do you mean escaped?"
"A freaky storm cropped up near USAMRID. Lightning severed their connection to mainland power, and overloaded their back-up grids and service generators. In fact, something triggered explosions all over the facility. Nearly 50 people are dead. Kim Possible slipped out during the chaos".
"What'd Major General Holland say about all this?"
"He can't prove, but suspects Possible murdered Dr. Tomlin and Daisy Mae, her PCP and personal nurse there".
"What did..."
His computer chiming interrupts her next question. "Let me take this, Director. It's Kirby from CNC".
"Go ahead, Commander," she relents.
Commander Du opens his laptop activating their video link, "What do you have Kirby?"
"Sir, we discovered Lieutenant Mae's imposture escorted Kim Possible outside the facility and onto Runway #3, where Kim Possible boarded a Lockheed C-5 Galaxy military cargo transport".
"Do you know her destination, Kirby?"
"The plane itself is heading for Nevada, Director. The pilot's flight plan indicates, he'll pass directly over Middleton, Colorado".
Dr. Director deduces the obvious, "She's headed home?"
"That'd be my guess, too, Ma'am," Kirby seconds her opinion.
"What about those contradictory videos?" Will Du tries to redeem his tarnish reputation.
"Nothing positive yet. Our digit forensic analysts are combing both as we speak, Commander".
"Did you share what you'd learnt with Major General Holland?" Dr. Director wanted to prevent this snowballing into an international incident.
"Tried, Ma'am".
"But?"
"He accepts my first call, but abruptly hung up and refused to answer the rest, Director".
"Did he give a legitimate reason, Kirby?" Will shares his superior's growing concern over this latest development. Fake videos. A freaky storm. Kim Possible's escape. Those are just too many coincidences in a single case. And he didn't' believe in such coincidences.
"No, Commander," Kirby sighs heavily. He wished he had a better answer. It'd impress his boss.
"What did he say?" Dr. Director corners him with a direct question.
"He's deemed Possible the murderer, and sent three Alpha-3 teams to bring her in".
"Oh, hell," Dr. Director knew the repercussions here. "Kirby, get on those videos. Determine with absolute certainty which or if both are phony. Either way, give me something I can use. I must go over this idiot's head, but can't do that without positive proof, do you understand me, Mister?" She negates his rank.
"Perfectly, Director," he signs off relaying orders unto the other analysts.