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
31
"Jack," the man spoke when the special phone rang.
"You didn't tell me half of GJ was in this dinky town," an angry voice spat.
"I said they were watching, didn't I," Jack smirked nonchalantly as he heard a familiar voice. "And even you should recall how obsessive Director can be," he added.
"It does seem to run in the family," she sneered. "I expect a bonus out of this one before I'm done. I've had to do some serious misdirection to get those clowns off my tail."
"I have every confidence in you," Jack smiled, nodding at the man that had just walked into the office as he held up a finger. "Anything else, or were you just wasting time again?"
"One of these days, Jackie," the woman growled. "You are going to push me too far. Remember what happens to people that push me too far," she said, or asked, and then hung up.
Jack sighed and shook his head.
"Some people just cannot take criticism," he told the dapper elder man standing before him that acted as if had the patience of a mountain.
Jack, however, knew better.
"So, Senor Senior. What can I do for you today?"
"Coincidentally, I hear you sent someone to procure the very curious Miss Possible."
"Really? Someone already tattled? It's just so hard to get help. Or stop some gossip," he sighed.
"My point, Mr. Hench," the man smiled on, "Is that I happen to have a notion of how to manage, and of course use the young lady in question. I'll pay you fifty million for her once you have her in custody. I trust you know I can match any other bidding on the girl?"
"You sound as if you already know something yourself," Jack murmured as he put his steepled hands before him on the desk, and eyed the man. "Planning to share?"
"Let's just say I have a lot of connections in….low places. Business often takes you to many strange and peculiar places, after all. So, do we have an accord, sir," the smiling billionaire asked.
"Tell you what, you agree to share what you learn of her abilities, and how they might…replicated, and I'll be more than glad to make a deal," Jack smiled.
"Of course. Of course. We are, after all, all birds of a feather, and all that. I'll expect her to be delivered to my island complex by week's end."
"If we have her by then," Jack declared.
"Come now, Mr. Hench," Roberto smiled blandly as ever. "Even Ms. De Leon isn't that incompetent."
Jack said nothing as the old man walked out, affecting a limp as he used his cane even though he had seen the old man walk without it, and often without betraying his age at all. It made him wonder just what the old man knew since he didn't seem to be aging of late, either. Something to look into on a later date, he suspected. Meanwhile, he did have a business to run, and even he couldn't just laugh off fifty million. Especially when Senior had a very solid rep built on exploiting….anything, or anyone. If anyone could find out this peculiar Possible's secrets, it was going to be him. Not a glorified sociopath out to build an empire on his own sibling's ashes.
~KP~
Steve Barkin scowled as he looked around the American History of Middleton exhibit, and his frown grew darker.
"Possible, where is Stoppable?"
"Ah," the redhead murmured, looking around when distracted from the exhibit she was studying, "I think he went to the restroom."
"Alone," the man actually looked horrified. "On his own?"
Kim shrugged.
"Go find him," he told her. "Now. And make you both get right back here."
"Me," Kim sputtered. "You do know he's a boy, and likely in the boy's bathroom," she exclaimed as the class pointedly ignored them both since Steve Barkin did have a reputation.
"He's not likely to still be in there," the burly instructor huffed. "Knowing that slacker, he's hiding in some corner, or just lost again. Go find him, and remind him he's missing things that will be on the pop test I'll be giving."
"But….isn't Ms. Weems still teaching the class," Kim asked.
"Go," Steve bellowed, and Kim actually rolled her eyes now as she walked off.
"Fine," he was told. "But that means you can't test me on anything I miss because I'm doing your job."
"My job," the man exclaimed and glared as Kim walked off.
He turned to see who was sniggering, but whoever it was had pointedly looked away by then, and when he glanced back, the muttering Possible was already gone. He scowled all the more, determined he was going to prove she had somehow cheated one way or another. No one was that smart. No one. Certainly not a weird, freakish girl those insane brothers of hers had likely experimented on.
Comet, indeed.
~KP~
The private aircraft landed on the far side of the field, and slowly taxied toward a waiting hangar that was well away from the busy airport.
For a small town, Middleton had its share of traffic due to a lot of VIPs that often visited various institutions from the Science Center to the surprisingly well-connected University that did a lot of cutting-edge research with both medical communities and the local Science Center. The passenger, however, wasn't that interested in any of that.
The small man in a dark red jacket checked the equipment belt over his heavy coat that was more for protection against attack than from the cold. He slid a hand across his belt's pouches, mentally reviewing the contents as he stood up as the jet slowed, and parked just outside the hangar where he should have a complement of Henches awaiting his arrival.
If all went well, and he saw no reason why it shouldn't, he would soon be partaking of the powers of the cosmos while plotting his ultimate takeover of the world. His own grand destiny, if anyone asked. He smiled slyly, his face hidden from view aside from the slit of his thinned lips barely masked by the small goatee he favored.
Soon, he mused as the pilot shut down the engines, and the single steward opened the door for him, soon he would have all he ever desired.
He just had one little stop to make first.
~KP~
"We have movement at the Science Center. Four, five, no….six tails on Dr. Possible."
"I thought they were looking at the boys," someone complained.
"I think they are, but it doesn't mean there aren't multiple players at work. We've had a lot of international flights coming in of late," someone complained, "And they weren't all vetted."
"Why not," someone sputtered. "Shouldn't we know who is showing up here?"
"Focus," another voice snapped. "Team Bravo and Delta. Stay on task," Dash ordered. "Crash, take Team Charlie, and make sure Dr. Possible makes it home."
"Understood, boss man," Burn was told. "Don't worry. Between that tank of a van he drives, and our boys, the Doc won't even get ruffled."
"Make sure of that. He's still vulnerable outside of that vehicle, so don't take chances," Crash was told.
"Nag, nag, nag. You're worse than the Chief!"
"I'll tell her you said so," Dash growled on the channel.
"Let's not get crazy," Burn exclaimed uneasily.
"Focus. Burn," Crash demanded, "Are all six in play?"
"Lining up like dominos," Crash heard.
"Don't take chances. Take them out now," he was told.
"On it," Burn replied. "Better get ready to scoop up some baddies, because we're going in hot in three….two…. Go," the strongman of the former Team Impossible barked.
Crash drummed his fingers as he sat back in the local command post set up in the Possible neighborhood, and frowned as he eyed monitors, monitored frequencies, and waited for reports. He favored behind out in the action himself, but when Dr. Director told you to command, she didn't mean in half measure. The only thing worse that he could imagine than her lecturing him over slipping up was having Will Du it for her.
That guy was the only agent he knew that literally memorized all five regulation manuals, and every footnote in them, too.
Talk about retentive!
"We have four targets sidelined," Burn suddenly broke into his thoughts. "Doc hasn't noticed and is still going. Two remaining targets are bailing, boss," he told Crash. "Do we pursue, or remain with the asset?"
"Stay focused on Possible. They may be trying to lure you off."
"Understood. We're babysitting, but you might want someone to get out here before those four bail. I doubt they'll hang around once they catch their breath," his teammate told him.
"Agents are en route now to take them into custody. Just stay focused."
"GJ Base," someone barked just then. "We have four men in bad red outfits looking to sneak into the hospital. We're moving to intercept," Crash heard.
"Understood. Delta, status?"
"High school is a snooze, same as it ever was," someone replied with a hint of mirth. "No sign of anyone that shouldn't be here."
"What about Possible's field trip?"
"Shego went into town to shadow her for that one," the agent reported. "She suggested we could stay on the boys, and out of her way, and we wouldn't get hurt."
"Sounds like her," Crash sighed. "I heard that one can be….cranky."
"That's not what I heard," someone behind Crash told him as the radio chatter settled down again, and nothing else came in just then.
"This is Fallback," someone called in a few moments later. We have five captives. All standard Henches. No WEE agents. I don't know about those that eluded us."
Crash frowned.
"Have we actually seen any WEE Henches in town," Crash turned to ask his companion.
"All regular Henchco lackeys, Agent Cranston," the man was told as he studied the reports being sifted by the three men working with him.
He rubbed his dark face thoughtfully and looked up at the map of the small town.
"Something isn't adding up. We know WEE is after Possible. That's given. Yet all we have are flunkies and wannabes?"
"Base, base, we have movement at the Museum!"
"Report," Crash almost shouted, knowing Kim was there this morning. "Is WEE moving?"
"Not sure, sir, but something just took out the entire top of the west wing, and word is someone is fighting in there! They're evacuating, and it sounds like a damn platoon is tearing the place apart! I'm moving in now, and…."
"Delta, report! Delta," Crash shouted when the channel remained silent.
"This is GJ Base to all agents. Secure your targets now, and anyone free move to the museum now! That is a priority order!"
Crash jumped up, and eyed his team, and nodded.
"That means us, too. Move, guys. No way am I going to tell Dr. Director we let Gemini sneak in under our noses!"
The man grabbed their own weapons as they ran for the garage, all of them hoping they weren't too late.
To Be Continued…..