I do not own any Disney characters named herein and am only borrowing them to tell a nonprofit tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Gifted
By LJ58
10
"What's the status on the rogue from DARPA," the somber, willowy woman with an eyepatch over one eye as she stalked into the command center where men and women were working with feverish intensity.
Like all those agents, she wore a dark blue jumpsuit with no sigils except a singular patch. The winged eagle carried a set of scales in one claw and a sword in the other. The Global Justice insignia was well known to most of the world, and the enforcement arm of the United Nations operated anywhere necessary, even the United States. This was the first time that the Administration had personally called for assistance, though, and it made Dr. Elizabeth Director both curious, and concerned.
"The target has gone silent, ma'am," a tall, lean man nearby turned to report. "In a peculiar aside, all agencies involved in the pursuit just went silent. Everyone is now pulling back."
"Pulling back? Did they capture the rogue?"
"Unlikely," the dour agent replied. "From the intercepted footage we observed, I doubt there is anyone out there that has a chance of stopping that rogue, let alone recapturing her. Not by conventional means."
"So why did they pull back," Dr. Director mused. "Consider it a query I require answered, Agent Du. Investigate the usuals, and then find out what you can. Report as necessary."
"Ma'am," he nodded curtly and turned to go without hesitating.
"Agent Fyne. Status on the hunt for Gemini?"
"No recent activity, ma'am, and no clues. The snitch may have lied just to try to escape his own sentencing."
"It wouldn't be the first time. Keep an eye on him, too. If necessary, we bring him back in for more intensive questioning. Meanwhile, let's not discount the risk WEE represents to the world. Especially with some of the madmen working for them," she added.
"Understood, ma'am, and we have all our people watching for indications of any activity. No sign as yet."
"Noted."
She went to stand in the middle of the room and eyed the monitors all around her. Eyeing one monitor, she frowned, and asked, "What is Dr. Bortel doing now?"
"Our mole indicates he is now working on mind-control for person or persons unknown. He did ask if you wanted him to sabotage him, or wait till he completed his current project to intercede."
Dr. Director frowned, rubbing a hand over her chin thoughtfully, and then nodded. "Shut him down. Send orders to destroy all his work, and bring Bortel in for questioning. It is time that little man answered a few questions about who he is working for, and why. I won't overlook the threat he represents again after that last fiasco he caused," she spat.
"Transmitting orders now, ma'am," the agent reported as she typed at her station on the encrypted keyboard.
"Confirmed," Dr. Director asked.
"Confirmed, Dr. Director," the woman reported as she looked back at her now. "Agent Burnham reports he will be inbound within thirty minutes, and will likely rendezvous at our area headquarters in ninety minutes with the target."
"Good. Ensure he knows to leave nothing behind," she told the agent.
"Orders confirmed, ma'am," the young agent replied.
"Anything else of merit," she asked bluntly now.
"Everything is quiet, so far, ma'am."
"Understood. I'll be in my office. Keep me informed on Agent Du's progress," she ordered as she left the command center with a firm, confident stride.
"Ma'am," someone responded with a crisp salute as she left.
~KP~
"How's your tutor going," Shego asked, not admitting she had been haunting the hall outside Kim's room when the young man showed up to test her, and assess just where Kim was as far as a standard education.
"He's much nicer than the doctors at the lab," Kim smiled as they stepped out into the backyard that had a high, wooden fence around it so no one could see them.
Shego had the idea it was likely the only reason Kim didn't mind going outside at times. She was still more than skittish about showing herself in public, and if no one had reacted as badly as she feared, she still seemed on edge at times, as if waiting for that first mocking laugh or taunt.
"Aside from that, what does he say?"
"He says I have a lot to learn," she sighed. "I'm really far behind in some stuff, and he said I probably can't go to school until I catch up on a lot of stuff he says I need to know."
"Well, I can see that. You aren't dumb, though, Kimmie. You get the basics, and I wager you'll be catching up in no time. And speaking of basics," she said as she led her out into the yard today to officially start her own training, today, we introduce you to basic martial arts."
"Okay," Kim smiled trustingly at her as ever and turned to face her. "How?"
"Like I said, we start with basics," Shego told her and took a stance. "To be skilled enough to win, you have to have balance, focus, and coordination to fight effectively," she told her.
"Right," Kim nodded and copied her stance surprisingly well.
"All of that also depends on your breath control. Breathing is key to most martial arts," she told Kim. "Now, just watch me while I do a few basic moves," Shego told the girl.
Kim watched as Shego moved out of her stance, snapping off strikes at imagined targets, and bringing in a few kicks before she spun around, and planted her feet back in the same stance she had started with. Kim gaped, but stared owlishly, her own excitement obvious.
"See how I did that? You keep your movements fluid, your breathing even, and you can keep your balance, and keep moving no matter what you face. Most people lose because they can't keep their balance or their focus. They get shaken up. They end up off-center. Then they can't fight," Shego instructed her.
"Oh, so….do you focus on the breathing, or the balance first," she asked.
"All three at once. Focus, balance, and coordination go together, and with the right breath control, then you can do anything," Shego told her.
"Anything," she murmured and refocused on her stance. "Can you show me that move again?"
"Right. So, watch," she said, and again ran through the basic kata. "Think you can do that," the older woman asked.
Kim closed her eyes, sighed, and then opened her eyes, looking grim and genuinely focused. She moved, her speed actually greater than Shego's, and ran through the kata with flawless precision as she spun at the end just as Shego, and returned to a perfect stance.
"Kimmie," Shego grinned. "You might just be a natural. Let me show you a few more moves, and a few special tricks I like myself. Then we'll try some sparring. Okay?"
"I don't know," she frowned. "It might not be….safe," she grimaced now, knowing she had a few accidents around the house lately when she forgot to hold back.
"Just try to hold your strength back. You learn these moves, and when you have to get serious, then you cut loose. First, you need to learn them. Okay, ready?"
"Ready," Kim nodded in determination, watching her intently as Shego began to move again.
~KP~
"Astonishing," the startlingly blue man in a darker blue lab coat remarked as he watched Kim Possible's incredible rampage. "Just astonishing. How she even contains the plasma energy in human cells is beyond belief. She should have destroyed herself within the first moments of exposure, and yet…."
"Just tell me you have some idea how to control, and guide her," Ed demanded of his cousin Drew, not about to ask how the hell he had managed to turn himself blue since the last time he had seen the, at times, unstable man.
"Perhaps," Drew Lipsi murmured. "Perhaps. I need everything, Eddie. I need to know how she started. How she progressed. How she survived. Bring me all the data you have, and I wager by the time I conclude my research, I will have a means of controlling our very impressive young lady."
"Or….replicating her power?"
"Oh, I doubt that could be done," Drew laughed.
"How can you be so sure," he demanded.
"Because, simpleton," Drew spat. "You're not talking about mere genetic aberrations here. You're talking about infusing an organic host with the stuff of the cosmos. Genuine solar fusion, somehow wed to human cells that impossibly mutated in those first instants to not only allow the child to survive but thrive," he said with dark, manic eyes glittering with anticipation. "Oh, the discoveries to be made here," he tittered. "Quickly now, we don't have a moment to waste," he said.
"Actually, Doc," a sullen Robbie stepped into the lab just then. "We have lots of time."
"What now, Robbie," Edward asked him.
"Just got the news from up top, Doc. They're shutting us down. All of us. All of it. DARPA is cutting funding, and closing the lab."
"What, why," Edward demanded as Drew just frowned.
"We don't get to experiment with the comet-powered girl," he asked like a petulant child whining over a lost toy.
"Apparently, General Hastings brought in someone that has not only managed to contain Possible, she's apparently actually able to interact and train them. They put her in the woman's custody for the next two years, and shut us down."
"A woman," Drew snarled. "As if a woman could be trusted with anything," he sneered.
Ed, knowing his cousin had issues, eyed Robbie and demanded, "And what of the other subject," he demanded. "Did they mention her?"
"Not a word. It is possible that they've forgotten about her. She had been sealed in cryo for over thirteen years now," Robbie pointed out.
"What….other subject," Drew asked with a sly smile.
"Never mind. Robbie, send everyone home. We'll oversee the shutdown, and take care of everything else ourselves. Oh, and if they don't mention the second subject, don't remind them," Ed growled at his minion. "Drew, let's go. We need to salvage all the data we can before these short-minded imbeciles decide to delete it all."
"Yes," Drew murmured. "I most definitely want to know….everything," he said with a manic smile. "After all, the slightest detail could well end up being critical," he stated sagely.
Ed eyed his cousin, who had overlooked a lot of details in his time but was admittedly beyond clever at times.
"Yes, Cuz. You're right," was all he said as he headed for the archives.
First the data, and then he was taking Subject Beta out of here before anyone else got around to remembering her.
To Be Continued….