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Sending A Message
Kim stood under the shadow of Mount Middleton. She watched the smoke billowing upwards from her blown vehicle. She abhorred how the media would dramatize the fallen hero. Her death would break her family's hearts, leave Dr. Director in shock and confusion, while her enemies celebrated.
She wished she could ease the blow of her dead. Alas, she knew she couldn't. Her choice wasn't so simple. Breaking cover and warning her family would blow her cover, possibly costing thousands of innocent lives. Or she could allow her family and friends to suffer a short season and save all these people. She realized what must be done.
She only prayed those offended by her actions would understand when this was over. Killing her name sake—Kim Possible—served so many strategic purposes. First, her enemies won't target the innocent simply to get even with her. Second, as a stranger, she could move more freely without attracting any unnecessary attention. Third, her new alias—Isabella Trinity Rose—would give her a distinct edge over her adversary, which she didn't have as Kim Possible.
Master Sensei shared a secret even the intelligence community didn't know about Gama Rose. Her real name was Diamonique Rose. And she had a twin sister. Long labor induced a stroke killing theoir mother. Doctors delivered her twin sister through an emergency C-section. Their dad walked out upon learning about his wife's death, leaving both girls as wards of the Louisiana government. Two separate Japanese couples adopted the sisters training them as assassins for rival drug clans.
Isabella Trinity Rose perished during a live training exercise. They, however, never recovered her body. A few people believed Trinity was still alive. She broke free of her clan's control and disappeared, living under an alias, wanting nothing else to do with her past life. The question still remains, which theory did Gama Rose believe.
Kim realized, alive or dead, Trinity Rose would be about her age. Plus, they shared the same build, proportionate height, weight, and frame. Kim never warned her family, Wade, or Ron. She figured, it'd be best if no one else knew about her contingency. Plus, learning she intended on taking up a reformed assassin's name would ruffle her family and friends' sensibilities.
Her family and teammates didn't know, though. She'd enacted this failsafe nearly 2-years ago, when someone started to murder her chief adversaries. Local, state, and federal investigations didn't turn up any clues regarding this assassins' identities or who they worked for.
She then understood why a mysterious lady walked into her life nearly a year earlier and introduced herself as Trinity Rose. She offered to accelerate Kim's training but swore her to secrecy, claiming her life would be turned upside down very shortly. She'd need every edge just to stay alive long enough to save her family and friends.
Kim didn't understand what she meant until now. Even so, she agreed to keep silent and submitted under her training. She'd already gotten down the basics. Trinity Rose accelerated the redhead's training, imparting her clan's most closely guarded martial art secrets.
That was when a new Trinity Rose was born. Kim assumed the grieved assassin's mantle. She knew instantly she couldn't save everyone. Not only would it blow her cover but turn the underworld against Trinity Rose. She could only save certain key figures within the villain community. She accepted their contracts and faked their assassinations, then using their skills and confiscated assets for saving their lives, built a rival terror organization.
That was another reason she doubted her family or teammates would understand why she did what she did. What's worse, she couldn't blame them. She'd become an assassin, faked several assassinations, set up an organization rivaling WEE, and become its chief enforcer. Even she couldn't deny their joint concerns, over how she'd betrayed every shred of ethics she'd once held so dear.
She'd always intended on faking her own death and disappearing, where they'd never have to learn what she'd done. She figured, it'd be easier on everyone involved, especially herself. Getting poisoned only delayed her plans.
Now, this delay become the perfect cover. Kim Possible was dead, blown apart by enemy agents. Her body mutilated beyond recognition. A devoted medical examiner may put the pieces back together. She doubted they could ever make a positive identification with any degree of accuracy. Hence, no one would question her death, not her family, former boss, or enemies.
Now, Trinity Rose can rescue Shego, coercing Gama Rose into acting contrary unto her boss' last standing orders, while also warning Global Justice—there was a new player in this game. Kim smirks devilishly, realizing Trinity Rose's rise to power may piss off Gemini, it'd downright rattle Master Sergeant Jonathan Matthys, code name Crimson Fox, the only Global Justice agent to ever infiltrate Necros' criminal enterprise with any degree of success.
Kim realized her call could jeopardize his cover. She honestly couldn't think how else she could possibly locate Shego and send Dr. Director a coded warning without exposing Kim Possible was still alive. She retrieves her newly activated HenchCo burner Galaxy S9 Plus phone dialing Crimson Fox's alias Atticus Cruz.
He'd worked a double shift, listened unto Drakken's incessant prattling, and didn't get home til early this morning. He took a bath, ate a little soup, and read part of And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie. He laid down a short time later and barely been asleep 3-hours. He rolls over and snatches up his ringing cell phone mewling, "Hello," behind a prolonged yawn.
"Cruz," a raspy voice snaps his awake immediately.
Crimson Fox was awake in 3-seconds flat. He'd worked under the man for nearly a year. And he'd never outright called him, always sending messages through Shego. And yet, he immediately recognized his chief target's raspy voice, "Doctor?"
Kim sympathizes with his shock. She sticks with character condescending, "Who else would I be? The Pope?"
"Uhm..." Cruz hesitates but regains his composure. He realizes Drakken didn't call for small-talk. He spent nearly every free moment inside his lab these days, occasionally stopping long enough to have a karaoke night. "What can I do for you, Doctor?" He inquires the reason behind his unscheduled call.
"That's more like it," Kim preens, mimicking Drakken's self-esteem issues. Again, like Drakken, she gets straight to the point asking, "Where's Shego?"
"Sir, she's on vacation," he couldn't recall why he didn't remember. "Remember she told us during our last briefing..."
Drakken despised when subordinates reminded him about things. It made him feel like his employee esteemed him as being more incompetent than him/her. They could rule matter more effectively. Drakken contemned people usurping his authority, well, everyone except Shego. In his mind, their actions showed an utter disregard for his authority.
He drives home his disappointment asking, "Are you happy here, Cruz?"
Crimson Fox was anything but happy. He'd never met anyone so idiosyncratic or accident prone. He marveled how the man was still alive. He was just smart enough to be dangerous, but certainly not an expert in any field of science.
His cover wouldn't permit him admitting the truth, "I'm ecstatic working for you, Doctor. Tell me what I did wrong, and I'll rectify that oversight".
"Glad to hear that, Mr. Cruz," Drakken preens, someone respected his authority. "You'll never repeat this, ever! To anyone! Especially Shego! It'd be hazardous to both our health, if you know what I mean. Truth is, I wasn't paying attention during our last meeting. I need Shego, but I can't reach her cell. Where is she, Cruz?"
"I understand, Doctor," he strokes his boss' ego. "She's vacationing on South Island inside the Coco Keeling Islands".
"There will be a bonus in your next paycheck, Cruz," Kim hangs up, certain he'd alert Dr. Director. His call would start the clock. Her verses Global Justice and Necros.
The Parrot Messenger
Crimson Fox exhales sharply tossing his HenchCo phone aside. It'd be a cold day in hell, before he'd receive a dime of that bonus. Drakken was a tightwad. He promises much but rarely delivers. Fox slides off his bed, sinks unto his knees, rakes aside the rug beside his bed, and pries up a loose floor plank. He digs out his G.J.'s satellite cell phone dialing his superior's direct line.
Dr. Director recognizes his Caller-ID. She gets into her elderly mother person, "Matthys".
"I called with a mission update, Director".
She notices his low tone. Neither could she miss his tension, which insinuated, someone had come up that was so unexpected. Matthys decided it was important enough to jeopardize his own life to warn her. "What update is that, Master Sergeant?"
He relays the most unsettling news possible, given Global Justice's current threat level. "Drakken and his associates are about to make their next move, and soon, Ma'am?"
Betty curses under her breath. She figured as much but prayed she'd have a little longer to prepare. Time wasn't in their favor. "Why do you say that, Master Sergeant?" She inquires what they're up against.
"Drakken and his associated held a meeting..."
Dr. Director lights up. Their mand attended a Necros 'sit down,' where all the head leaders meet under the same roof. "Could you see any faces? Maybe identify them, Matthys?"
He crushes her hopes then justifies why, "Never got a chance, Director".
Dr. Director curses aloud pounding her desk thundering, "Why not?"
"Everyone wore cowl hoods, except Drakken and Shego. The rest deferred unto their judgment".
"Don't believe their lies, Matthys," she warns him sternly.
"Why's that, Ma'am?"
"Gama Rose double-crossed Drakken by selling Shego into the hands of the highest bidder, which turns out his Necros…"
"Necros?" Matthys couldn't believe why he hadn't already heard any chatter about this.
"Yes, Necros," she reiterates who was targeting Shego. "We still don't know whether or not they want her alive or dead. Either way, it's a safe bet they're wanting to weaponize her plasma. And that could be disastrous for global security".
"Maybe that's why Drakken called me acting so strange, well, stranger than normal, even for him," again, he strokes his boss' escalating fears.
"Why's that?"
"Drakken tried but couldn't hide his concern. He called me because he'd supposedly tried but couldn't reach her. And he'd forgotten where she'd gone on vacation this time. I told him…"
"Wait," she halts him right there, "you know where she is, right now?"
"Of course, Director," he preens. "It's my job".
"Where? We must find her before Necros takes her into possession," she urges him to disclose her location immediately.
"She's honing her survival skills on South Island inside the Cocoa Keeling Islands chain, Director," he provides a prompt, detailed response.
Dr. Director still wasn't satisfied with his answer. He didn't provide the one thing she expected, "Where exactly is she on this island?"
Cruz realizes she wanted exact coordinates. She couldn't ease the disappointment responding, "I don't know her exact coordinates, Director".
She'd learnt what she could about Shego's location. She couldn't pass up learning about this last briefing, either. "What else does Drakken have in motion, Matthys?"
He sums up what his Necros bosses discussed, "Our last meeting mainly consisted of Drakken and his pissed off associates ranting over how your 'Poster Girl' spoiled their plans one too many times lately and how she'd never do it again".
"Well," she knew now who targeted Kim Possible, "they succeeded there. Agent Possible perished earlier this afternoon. Drakken's associates riddled her body with bullet holes".
"I'm sorry to hear about that, Director".
"It's life in this business, Master Sergeant," she dismisses his sympathy. "I'll get people combing South Island. We'll find Shego. Keep an eye on Drakken. If they get her, we may be looking at a gangland war within the villain community, or worse".
"I'll do my best, Ma'am," Matthys hangs up hiding his G.J. phone again. He pops the floor plant back into place covering its hiding place with the light blue shaggy, nonslip wool woven rug.
Tropical Cauldron
South Island wasn't the world's biggest landmass. Kim knew she could waste a week or more searching this island. And she still may never find Shego. Luckily, she had an ace. Wade developed a certain little gizmo, useful in tracking Shego's unique quantum-plasmatic signature, but she must be close.
Once she found Shego, Kim realized she still faced another obstacle. Shego might have trusted Kim Possible enough to at least have a civil conversation and heed a warning. Kim knew she'd never trust someone she didn't recognize. Shego would waste precious time putting up a fight. Such pettiness would only succeed in getting them both caught and killed by Necros.
Herein was another reason why she'd chosen this cover identity. Isabella Trinity Rose favored her twin so closely. Kim could approach Shego without immediately triggering a fight. Maybe, just maybe, if she played her cards right, she might leave the island without a fuss, especially when she learns about Global Justice combing the island looking for her.
Kim could then her little surprise for Gama Rose behind without Shego or Global Justice ever being any wiser, well, until later, of course. Islanders built huts deep within these islands' remotest locales. Shego liked these rugged terrains.
She compared cops with the jungle's deadliest predators, saying. Like cops, these animals enjoyed a keen survival instinct. Their claws served as their chief means of defense. Most predators possess a sharp sense of tracking their prey. Some used their sight, others their noses, others adapted other survival capabilities.
Shego always said, if she could elude nature's best enforcers, she could evade even a Delta Force 4, Special Op Team sent to apprehend or possibly terminate her on sight. That was why she vacationed on islands such as these, pushing herself beyond her normal limits and getting in contact with her own inner savage. That way, she can more easily anticipate and counteract her pursuers' tactics.
Dr. Director had received and deciphered her cryptic message by now. She'd no doubt sent troops here to forcibly take Shego into custody. Complicating matters, she'd received intel about 20-minutes ago, Gama Rose and 30 Necros militants were already combing the island's northern tip looking for Shego, while Will Du headed up and three critical response units, each unit comprising 20-agents specially trained in jungle warfare, combed the middle part of the island working their way southward.
Her con wouldn't last long. These two forces could potentially cross paths along the way. And they wouldn't waste time bothering to negotiate a surrender. Will and Gama Rose's people will shoot first and ask questions never.
No doubt, their fight will attract Shego's attention. She'd become more combative than ever. Kim doubted Shego would ever leave this island peaceably, even with Gama Rose, Drakken's newest associate. Shego's own combativeness would force Kim into fighting her, again, possibly getting them caught and executed by the real Gama Rose, Necros' hired gun.
She'd known Shego long enough. Shego didn't really have friends. Acquaintances, maybe? Friends were only a liability in her chosen profession. One thing was in Kim's favor, though. She'd gotten here before Gama Rose or Global Justice.
She could only hope Gama Rose and Shego had a 'pass and let pass' relationship. If not, she might still have to battle the irascible woman. Kim spots her target lurking by the beach. No doubt, Gama Rose and Global Justice pinpointed her location by satellite by now.
Kim ambles onto the beach in full disguise hollering, "Shego!"
Shego wasn't exactly dressed for combat. She wore a solid mint green two-piece string bikini with teasing triangle halter bra-top and teeny bottom. Shego turns, palms lit, but making sure her glow didn't spread, or she'd wind up naked on a beach in the middle of the Indian Ocean. And there she stood, her colleague. "What do you want, Nique?"
Kim instantly knew. She wasn't Shego's only victim. Shego loved to nickname people. Kim didn't recognize the nickname, but figures, Nique is short for Dominique. Hence, she deduces, that was the pet name Shego gave her boss' newest associate.
Kim smirks behind a deep scowl. Shego bought her cover thus far. "You know I hate that name, Shego," she contemns this childish name calling. That was beneath women of their stature and training.
"Whatever!" Shego shrugs her colleagues' fragile feelings. "What are you doing here?"
"Drakken sent me to..."
Shego learnt a long time ago. Don't judge a book by its cover. She looked, talked, dressed, even walked like Gama Rose. And yet, there was this nagging doubt. Was this really her? Shego tests her theory by ruffling the assassin's feathers, "Have you really sunk so low, Nique?
"Low? I don't understand?" Kim feigns ignorance trying to avoid a fight.
"Alright, let me state it plainer then," Shego directly insults the feral assassin gauging her response. "You're muscle, a skilled assassin. And yet, Drakken's relegated you to a lapdog messenger".
Kim sighs inwardly; knowing, she couldn't let her backhanded insult slide. "Lapdog?" She screams irefully.
"Yea, lapdog," Shego pushes her buttons.
"I'll show you," Kim produces an ARX-160 assault rifle retrofitted with GLX-160 grenade launcher and computer enhanced night vision scope.
"Now that's more like the Nique I know," Shego douses her palms snatching up her beach towel. "Why'd you come so armed? What, don't you trust me?" She leers over her right shoulder.
"It's because I trust your irascible, unpredictable nature I brought protection along," Kim answers bluntly, patting her ARX-160 assault rifle.
Shego wraps her towel around her neck and stops, turning back and eyeing her uninvited guest. She detects something else troubling her. "Why else did you bring such firepower?" She starts towards her rented hut.
"G.J.'s on this island..."
"What?" Shego stops cold demanding, "How'd they find me?"
Kim stands her ground laying out her cover story, "That's why I became Drakken's lapdog, as you so aptly insulted me, even after trying to save your miserable life. We have been betrayed, most likely by someone at last week's meeting".
Shego's suspicious mind kicks into action. She pinpoints her most likely suspect berating, "I'll bet it was Brodsky. I never did..."
"Shego, we don't have time. G.J. has nearly 60 agents covering this island working their way north to south. All hyped up and looking for you with blood in their eyes," Kim gives her a reason for caution.
Shego takes the bait. She'd been fasting, eating off the land, going days without something to eat, only sleeping when she couldn't stay on her feet any longer. Body weak and tired. She couldn't stay on full burn long enough to fight that many agents.
She only had one question, "Me? Why?"
"Kim Possible's dead," Kim relays Dr. Director's motives for wanting her dead.
Shego quits teasing her counterpart, getting serious. Kim Possible was that patch-eyed bitch's pet. If she's dead, and Global Justice blames her, Dr. Director wouldn't bother reading her rights. A body bag awaited her if they crossed paths.
"How did you get here by the way, Nique?"
"At my own expense, how else?" Kim gripes.
Shego snorts, "Dr. Skinflint wouldn't cover your travel expenses, would he?"
"What'd you really expect?" Kim shakes her head. "I caught a commercial flight to Coco-Keeling Island Airport and chartered a small boat to get here".
"Leave it behind and follow me," Shego heads towards a clearing south of her hut.
Kim shrugs, not offering any resistance. She discretely taps her watch face twice. Sheva receives her owner's covert signal. Everything was proceeding according to plan. The AI releases Shego's clone.
Shego, meanwhile, leads her deeper into the woods, while, unbeknownst to the green mercenary, her clone was taking her place inside the hut.
Kim smirks with anticipation. Her surprise was in place. She only needed to handle Shego and wait on her pursuers to arrive.
They'd traveled northeast 20-minutes. Shego stops near a clearing, overgrown with shrubs. She did the last thing Kim ever expected. She grasps the shrubbery yanking back a camouflaged tarp. A small VTOL set dead center the clearing. Shego rests her palms over the scanner. The security AI recognizes her palm print with a beep. The cabin door slides back and ladder extends downward.
Shego climbs aboard, "Make yourself at home. It'll be a 17-hour flight. We should..."
Kim arms her prod jamming it into the green woman's lower back.
Shego arches her back screaming. Mind and body riddled with excruciating agony. Her muscles twitch uncontrollably. And plasma reaches critical mass. Thousands of volts of electricity ravage every inch of her body. She didn't last long collapsing unconscious on deck.
Her comet powered metabolism easily counteracted pharmaceuticals. Kim kneels down giving her triple the prescribed amount of hydroxyzine. Even that wouldn't keep her out long. She casts the green mercenary's prints, before disembarking and camouflaging the plane again. She makes her way back towards the hut. Trinity Rose was ready to make her grand debut.
Attracting An Audience
"Kim, your company will arrive in 3-minutes".
"Global Justice's assault team? Or Gama Rose?" She queries just above a whisper.
"Gama Rose," Sheva apprises her owner.
"Good," her plan was falling into place. "Did the decoy work?"
"I waited 15-minutes, per your instructions, and launched the bio-beacon near the commander's current position. He and his team bypassed Gama Rose's, nearly 30-minutes ago. Gama Rose should be at your location in under 1-minute and 35-seconds".
"Launch the tracer gnats and tag everyone on her team".
"What about her?"
"Tag, but leave her behind," Kim instructs her AI. "Grimmorea cannot rise to international prominence, unless she leaves this island alive". Grimmorea (pronounced Grim-more-ee-au) was her code name for the impromptu group of criminal masterminds she'd assembled to combat Necros.
"Launching," Annie alerts her owner.
Dr. Director didn't venture onto the island. She stayed behind monitoring her teams progress.
Rear Admiral Sebastian Flynn personally commissioned Commodore Leo Kelly to immediately assume command over the HMAS Collins, command vessel of the Australia's Collins-class subs. The submarine hovered at 100-meters off South Island's southern-most tip.
"Commodore, I've intercepted a communication signal of some type, but I'm unsure what exactly it is, Sir".
"What's our cable?"
"We're receiving this over JASURAUS, Sir," his com specialist replies.
"Maybe the signals got crossed somehow," he proposes one explanation. "Can you decipher them, Billingsley".
"I'm trying, Sir," she responds. "The signal isn't crossed, per se. It's scrambled, and whatever algorithm the sender is using is highly technical and doesn't conform to standard military communication protocols I've ever encountered. And I've ran this com stream through theoretical decryption algorithms, too, Sir".
"Mind if I try, Commodore," Dr. Director removes a G.J. decoding module.
"Be my guest," he gestures her towards the com board.
Dr. Director plugs her module into the com specialist's terminal. The Com system feeds the garbled signal into her hand-held module. A video pops on screen. She notices the female com officer's frustration advising, "You should've noticed the signal's unique compression ratio. That should've clued you. This was a video, not audio, Lieutenant".
"How are you receiving this so clearly, at these depths?" She poses a logical objection.
Dr. Director anticipated her question, and was ready with an answer, "G.J. launched cybernetic fish all around this island. This network is a modern variation of the Cold War TACAMO protocols". She declares with a haughty snicker over the young woman's confusion.
Grand Debut
Gama Rose traipses from the woods. Her team surrounds the hut. Gama Rose blocks the entrance. There was no escape. "Shego, come out with your hands up," she toys with her prey.
"Why should I?" The clone hurls plasma bolts towards her location.
Her clients wanted her alive. Gama Rose easily dodges her attack countering, "I can just as easily kill you". She fires three warning shots. 5.57-mm rounds pierce the hut's thin exterior.
Kim's gnats trickle into the area tagging her team members. Gama Rose's team members swats the pests even as they land upon their arm. But, it was already too late, they just didn't know it yet. Kim chuckles under her own breath. She was right.
Gama Rose's people just swatted her baby without giving them a second though or realizing they'd just implanted a subdermal micro explosive under their skin. More gnats attach onto their body armor. Gama Rose and her enforcers ignore these gnats. Each cybernetic insect hooks into their armor feeding their victim's position directly into Kim's control gauntlet.
She ambles into the open, "Well, well, it'd seem we're after the same prize".
Gama Rose turns in shock, never imagining anyone would outright challenge her authority. Her rival did so alone. Gama Rose cracks up laughing in contempt. Several moments pass in uncertain silence.
"Commander Du," Dr. Director barks into her decoder modules. The device effortlessly hooks into the sub's com system transmitting a priority message.
Will Du com emits a short beep followed by three longer bursts. He retrieves his com and breaks radio silence. He knew this could only be one person activating his video link, "What's the problem, Director?"
"Forget the northern tip and head back towards the southern-most edge of the island, Commander," she orders, amending. "The exact coordinates are coming across your computer now".
"What about Shego, Director?" He ignorantly questions her orders.
"I don't know what you're tracking, Commander. I can assure you. It isn't her. Shego's cornered in a hut at those exact coordinates," she points towards the red dot blinking on his screen. "Double team it and get there fast, or we're all in deep shit".
"I thought..."
He'd usurped her authority once. And she ignored his infraction, because they were among foreign allies. She didn't wish to impart the wrong impression about Global Justice's operations. She couldn't let this usurpation pass thundering, "Don't think, Commander! Get there!"
He didn't debate her orders any further, only asking, "What's going on, Director".
The video outside the hut replaces her image.
Gama Rose, he knew. Her hooded opponent piqued his curiosity. Her breasts, long hair, and curves suggested female. "Who's she supposed to be, Director".
Kim answers his inquiry, "My name's Isabella Trinity Rose, a.k.a. Dark Starr".
"And I'm Mother Teresa," Gama Rose condescends.
Kim peeks into her opponent's mind. She needed a memory only her sister would know. A latent memory creeps unto the surface. "Always was the cynic, weren't you, Naveah".
"No, you can't be," Gama Rose backs away in terror recognizing her nickname. No one ever called her that, except her sister. Her reaction distracts her team. But, she didn't even notice, too distracted. "You're dead! Master Fujiwara claimed you'd been killed during a training exercise".
Kim plays up her 'sister's' doubts, "Did they ever produce a body?"
"No," Gama Rose shakes her head. She entertains the possibility. Her sister may be alive, not that it really mattered, since they were enemies, her current mission took precedence over trivial relationships.
Kim discerns her abrupt posture change. Gama Rose was about to attack. Kim drops three metallic orbs vanishing amidst the vitriolic cloud.
"I don't believe you," Gama Rose produces an MP-7, targets who could be her sister, and fires at point blank range. A tropical breeze wafts away the black smoke. There was no body. Her 'sister' was gone, vanished in thin air. Incessant jeering emanates all around them.
"Always were impatient, weren't you, Little Sister?" Her opponent's laughter turns derisive.
"What do you want, Bella?" Gama Rose sprays her sister's approximate location with automatic gunfire.
"This," Kim taps her gauntlet three times. Every gnat emits a piercing beep. Gama Rose dives for cover expecting them to explode. Instead, every man and woman arch their backs in tandem screaming in mortal agony, as thousands of volts course through their bodies, head to toe.
Gama Rose rolls over on her side glaring around. Every team member collapse on the ground, out cold, but bodies still involuntarily convulsing.
Kim kills the stunners, somersaults off the hut's roof, and shimmers into open view. An ARX-160 cocked and pointed at her sister's head.
"Enough!" Gama Rose leaps back onto her feet. "I demand, show me your face".
"Fine, Little Sister," Kim removes her hood.
Mirror Image
Gama Rose gasps in shock. She'd heard the rumor, but never given them much credence. Now, she wasn't so sure anymore. A part of her considered the possibility. Her sister could be alive. And yet, her logical brain offered an alternative solution.
Maybe her sister was dead, just like Master Fujiwara claimed. If so, this bitch could only be a lookalike, given extensive plastic surgery, just so she'd resemble and pass for Trinity Rose. It sounded logical, but raise another logical question, 'What edge could her enemies possibly gain by faking her own sister's resurrection?
It wasn't like they were close. Hell, they were raised by separate parents, members of enemy clans, making them enemies, though related by blood. Still, Gama Rose couldn't ignore the similarities between them.
An evening breeze wafts her sister's wavy, ginger deadlocks towards the right, revealing identical hardened facial features. Deep-set lancing green eyes marked her every move. There was something so familiar, and yet, never stranger about them.
Neither could she ignore the tattoo. A winged lion wrapped around her neck. A symbol marking a bitter time of separation in their lives; a childish innocence long lost. They'd been adopted separately, but enrolled in the same martial arts academy, trained as assassins. Their owners branded them with their clan's individual marks. She'd broken free and removed hers. Her sister apparently hadn't, and still worked for their slavers.
"Director, what's going on there? I hear explosions in the distance," Will Du impedes the silence.
"Gama Rose's twin..."
He'd read Gama Rose's file. He knew she had a twin, "Trinity Rose, a.k.a. Dark Starr?"
"Is there another?" Dr. Director condescends over him wasting time asking such frivolous questions.
Will recalls her death certificate objecting, "I thought she was dead".
Dr. Director shares his doubts spieling, "So did I, Commander".
"What are they fighting over?"
Gama Rose regains her composure rephrasing Will's question, "What do you want here?"
"I want Shego".
"Never!" Gama Rose refuses to bargain. "Necros will pay me $15 million for her".
"Grimmorea will pay me $30 million, double your puny fee. Then, again, I always was the better assassin. Why shouldn't I be better compensated for my troubles?" Kim pricks her pride.
"I'll show..."
"Don't take another step," Kim holds up a remote detonator.
"Or what?" Gama Rose stops, trying to devise a way to disarm her sister.
"I'd rather blow her up, than let Necros have my merchandise".
"It'd seem, Commander, they're representing two rival organization, both arguing over ownership of Shego".
Will surmised that much. What he didn't know, "Who's this Grimmorea, Director?"
"Never heard of them, Commander," Dr. Director admits. "A new player possibly".
"I'll get counter-intelligence searching, when we get back home, Director".
Diamonique 'Gama' Rose noticed subtle differences in their appearances. Her hair was quarter an inch past her waist and less silky. She also had a small mole under her right eyes. Her sister didn't. She was shapelier and better filled out.
She couldn't allow sentimentality to endanger her mission. "Hand over my quarry, or I'll be forced to kill you, even if you're my sister or not".
Kim hollers, "No," before hitting the ground and triggering the hut. Every remaining gnat detonates scattering its debris over where the hut once stood.
Gama Rose climbs back onto her feet. Her sister was gone, and bounty dead. She heads back the opposite way towards her escape vehicle.
Her video goes dead mysteriously. The com officer works the dials, but couldn't restore their link, even with Dr Director decoder module. Fifteen minutes, she waited on an update.
"Commander, are you there yet?" She shouts, losing patience with how long he's taking.
"Yes, Ma'am," Will relays his team arrived at their destination, Shego's blown hut.
"What about Shego?"
"Field medics are checking what's left of the hut now, Director".
Dr. Director waits on their report. One minute turns into two, two into three, the clock continued its ominous ticking, counting down the minutes she still didn't have any answers. She drums her fingers losing patience more with each passing minute.
Finally, she couldn't take it any longer demanding, "Commodore, do you have any more vessels roundabout this area?"
"No, Ma'am, we're on our own," he clears his throat and walks away. His 'navy' was small.
"Damn," she deplored losing not one, but two suspects, either of whom could've led her unto two of the most powerful terror organizations.
"Commander, she's dead," the head medic returns his verdict.
"How?" Dr. Director poses over Will's com.
"Shot twice, once in the right thigh and lower left abdomen, then blown to smithereens, Ma'am. Even her comet powers couldn't compensate for the blood loss and keep her alive".
Kim returns unto Shego's plane pulling back its tarp. She slips the glove cast over pressing her right palm into the print scanner. A green light analyzes her prints. The AI recognizes its owner opening the cabin door and extending the stairs. Kim climbs aboard with some trepidation. Luckily, her prisoner/bounty wasn't awake yet.
She hoped, maybe she'd be more appreciative after a little sleep. Kim gives her another shot, before settling into the pilot's seat, turning over the engines, and rising into the air heading towards her latest base. Her challenge was only starting.
The Dead Do Speak
Kim settles her plane inside their mountainous hangar. Guards gather with rifles drawn around the unauthorized plane.
Kim disembarks the transport carrying an unconscious Shego in her arms.
The head guard didn't immediately recognize her disguise challenging, "Who goes there?"
"Trinity Rose, a.k.a. Dark Starr, Captain," she signals her change in identity.
Captain Jerold Shaffer served as head of base security. He finally recognized his boss, despite her new disguise. Her voice tone and subtle micro-gestures blows her cover. He wasn't sure why she faked her death but didn't blow her cover in front of the other guards, per his job description.
"This way, Miss," he leads her past a wall of arms guards.
"Where's everybody?" She makes small-talk.
"Below, Miss," he digresses, but defers unto her rank, letting his men know, she wasn't a stranger, she outranked them all. "We lost a vital leader today. Will you be assuming command now, Miss?"
"That's why she chose me, Captain," she announces herself as their new boss.
Captain Shaffer escorts her inside the elevator and away from the other guards. He presses the bottom deck's button. The elevator jerks into motion.
Kim discerns, he saw through her disguise asking, "Where's my family, Captain?"
"In the media room," he sighs heavily. "They took your death hard".
"My return should soothe their weepy hearts then," she prays under her breath her family and friends truly understand her actions.
"If they're not too mad," he warns against expecting too much too quick.
"They'll cool down…" Of that, even she wasn't so sure deadpanning, "Eventually".
He didn't say anything. The elevator dings and doors open. Kim carries her prisoner off the cubical, rounds the corner, down a long hall, and stops outside the media room, hearing...
"Meanwhile, here's a file folder. That paperwork outlines your next assignment. Make sure IT techs follow my instructions unto the letter, and don't get caught; other words, we're all dead".
"I understand, Dark Starr," he accepts the folder heading back towards the elevator.
"I hope you do," Kim evinces.
I'm Me
Kim approaches the media room. Back planted against the outside wall and listening through the slightly opened door.
"Are you positive that's her, Wade?"
"Mrs. P, I've tested this video every way possible, no pun intended," she assures her best friend's grieving parents. He wasn't making light of their daughter's demise. He points at the vehicle on screen, "That Rhino is hers. Even the tag number lines up with that captured outside your house.
Plus, G.J. recovered this video from its black box. He clicks on executing the link. A video pops up on screen. Kim gets out with both hands up, surrounded by armed assailant. They share a little banter. All six gun her down in cold blood. The Rhino detonates moments later killing everyone nearby, too.
"That's my Kimmie-Cub?" James Possible sobs inconsolably.
"It's her, Mr. P, I'm positive," Wade swears just above a muffled sob.
"Wade, you disappoint me," Kim barges into the room. She knew, they'd never recognize her new disguise.
"Who the hell are you, Lady?" He notices her carrying the green mercenary/thief, who'd also been reported killed during the bombing on Cocos-Keeling's South Island.
An L-shaped sofa sat against the far corner. Kim lays Shego there. Her parents and Wade mark her every move. She traipses unto center room, peels back her silicone mask, takes off her wig, and removes her contacts. "Well, I didn't think you'd forget me so soon?" She shakes her head laughing and running her fingers through her hair.
"Kimmie-Cub," her dad bewails with relief and betrayal.
"Kimmie," her mom shares his joy. Both wrap her tightly within their arms sobbing heavily.
"I know impossible escapes are your thing, Kim, but..." Wade gestures back towards his computer monitor. "How'd you escape certain death, this time?"
"Simple, I didn't," she breaks her parents' embrace.
"What does that mean, Kimmie-Cub?"
"Simple, Dad," she supplies her cover story. "A clone died in my place".
Anne Possible discerns, this wasn't a 'spur of the moment' decision. Kimmie created this clone as a contingency for something. She simply didn't understand, "Why was your death even necessary?"
"Necros, Mom," Kim deadpans, not offering any more information at this point.
"They're behind all this madness, aren't they, Kim?".
"Yes," she confirms his worst nightmare. "They wanted me dead over exposing six operations over the past year alone. I knew Necros wanted revenge. I, therefore, set up the perfect opportunity where they could achieve this objective. That way, they'd accelerate their plans. Maybe then I could learn why they planned on killing Drakken and kidnapping Shego".
"And you killed her first," Wade contemns such blatant deception.
It surprised her that word about Shego's death had gotten out so quickly. He wondered, "How'd you hear about her death so soon, Wade?"
"Dr. Director personally broadcasted a murder one bolo in the name Isabella Trinity Rose, a.k.a. Dark Starr, Gama Rose's twin sister, charged with Murder ! in the death of Mala Angitia Quinn Go, a.k.a. Shego. I presume Trinity Rose is your new alias, isn't it, Kim?"
"Yes," she nods with a devilish grin.
"Why does Dr. Director want you apprehended so badly, Kimmie-Cub?"
Kim observes the betrayal in her dad's eyes. She couldn't ease the blow. She could only share the truth, "She doesn't know Kim Possible and Trinity Rose are the same person. Plus, she thinks she witnessed me kill Shego in cold blood, rather than let my enemies acquire my property".
"And...?" Wade pries the rest.
She recognized the tech genius' hardened undertone. He'd figure something else about her new cover identity. Either she could tell her parents the unsettling news or he would. "I'm off reservations, a better way of saying, I've gone Rogue. She thinks I'm an assassin working under Grimmorea, a rival terrorist organization challenging Necros for world domination".
Her gut ties into a knot. She couldn't believe her daughter, the world-renown Kim Possible, grew up and became an international assassin and terrorist. Anne tests her nagging theory asking, "Kimmie, who runs Grimmorea?"
"I do, Mom, under the alias, Isabelle Trinity Rose," she offers no apologies for her affiliations.
"You're a terrorist?" Her parents spew in utter abhorrence. It was inconceivable. Their daughter, who fought so long for freedom and justice. She'd turned evil and become a terrorist, seeking to destroy what she'd spent a lifetime protecting.
"Pretend only," she eases their worries. "Where's Ron? And the tweebs?"
"Your brothers got so upset over your death. They blamed themselves over failing to program your vehicle better. I sedated them. Ron, well,..." Her mother trails off eyeing Wade nervously.
Wade picks up where she left off, "Ron took your death the hardest. He went back to Japan".
That wasn't the news she'd hoped to hear. Kim notices three more people missing, also Stoppables, asking, "What about his parents? And Hanna?"
Again, Wade picks up the slack conveying the bad news, "Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable took their daughter and went back home, saying if Ron could leave, then it was safe for them to return home".
Her family and friends didn't know. They'd all been moved thrice since arriving here".
"Annie, did the Stoppables leave before or after zero hour?"
"Before, Kim, we're still safe here," the A.I. assures her owner.
Anne didn't like this spy talk. She wanted a straight answer inquiring, "What's she talking about, Kim?"
"Their leaving could've exposed your whereabouts, Mom, and gotten you all killed, while I wasn't here. You're inside my modular command base. We can't stay anywhere too long. I programmed Annie to move you to random locations at preset intervals, in the event someone left protective custody. Dean and Pearl left before your last move. Hence, their departure doesn't put us at any unnecessary risks".
Anne deduces, they were up against an enemy that even worried Kim. And whoever they were, these people had extensive connection. Kim feared Global Justice could be compromised. Hence, she went off reservation, moving her family and friends, too. She didn't have a clue what was going on or what was at stake. She only wanted to help, "What can I do to help, Darling?"
"Please treat Shego. I need her awake within the hour," she states why she saved Shego.
"Why?" Wade beats her parents to the punchline.
"Together, we must save the Stoppables," she shocks him more.
"Who from?"
"Wade, that's the second time tonight you've disappointed me," she scolds him over not keeping his head in this mission. "You should already know. Necros has hefty prices on all our heads, double on mine and Hanna's".