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
34
"It's the truth," Kim told Dr. Director as she, Shego, and Ron sat in the office as Will Du stood to one side, and just watched and listened as they gave their reports.
Even Will Du was stunned by Ron Stoppable, and his apparent grasp on….nothing. His account had Dr. Director lifting her brow over her good eye more than once as the young man babbled more than he explained, and his entire involvement seemed to involve needing to relieve himself more than anything else.
"When did you discover you could….grow like that," Dr. Director asked, saying nothing about the man with the monkey fetish after finally just shaking her head at the teenage boy.
"I, uhm, extrapolated," Kim said with a faint grimace. "See, since I got out of that….whatever it was that sucked Tara and me in that time, I noticed I could….change size. Mostly I just….shrank if I had enough energy in reserve, or grow back up to my usual height," Kim told her. "When I saw Shego about to get smushed…."
"Smushed," Shego sputtered.
"You were. You ran in right under that column about to fall, and I knew you couldn't get away in time, so I….. It was instinct," she turned back to Dr. Director who only eyed them both. "Only afterward, it took me a little while to…..get my strength back. I think growing like that really strains me, or something, because it really wore me out for a while," she told her.
"I see," Dr. Director said.
"Look, I know how you 'dults do," Ron cut in again. "So I know you're blowing me off, but that monkey nut is for real. And I've played enough video games to know that whatever he was up to is not a good thing. Those ugly little statues did some kind of…..upgrade or something, and that can't be good if he was already so tough."
"Upgrade," Will Du asked with an ever bland tone.
"Well, yeah. Like on Neo-Zombie Fetish IX? C'mon," he said as he faced an office full of blank faces. "It's a classic," he protested. "You have to know…. Look, it's like the ultimate power-up for the dungeon boss in the end. You think you're about to cut him down, and then he goes all super-regeneration mode on you and takes off your head if you don't upgrade, too. Get it?"
"So, you play a lot of video games," Shego drawled, eyeing the boy cynically.
"Look, I know I never knew kung fu or none of that other Japanese stuff…."
"Kung fu is Chinese," Will told him.
"Whatever. All I know is I didn't know it, and yet one zap from those ugly statues had me jumping around like a….."
"Monkey," Kim asked pointedly.
"Eeeewww, no," Ron shuddered. "Like a grasshopper. Yeah, or a jumping bean, which don't actually jump just in case you didn't know. But not a monkey. Monkeys are…..eeewwwww."
"Right," Shego murmured.
"Whatever happened," Betty remarked now, "Something happened that was beyond the ordinary in that museum, Will. I want all footage from the security cams, and those monkey totems brought in at once."
"I'll send out Agent Trace," Will nodded as he turned for the door. "He has a background in archaeology, and might be able to help us understand this…..event."
"As to you, Kimberly," Dr. Director turned to her as Will left. "We obviously need to help you discover just what is…..possible with those powers of yours. Before you bring down another building."
"I…. That is, I didn't…. Well, it wasn't really my fault," she blushed.
"Indeed," she murmured. "Shego, take them home. And, Kimberly? No more using your powers in public."
"But…."
"I think even you must realize you far exceeded the threat parameters back there," the head of Global Justice told her.
"She's not exactly trained for this kind of stuff," Shego countered, "So give the kid a break."
"Kid," Kim sputtered.
"I'm on your side here, Kimmie. Still, if you are going to be facing this kind of nuttiness very often…."
"I'll arrange a training schedule. I think we can even write you off as a provisional intern so we can cover the use of official training sites so we can….keep you from showing off in public again," Dr. Director suggested.
"Sounds good," Shego agreed.
"Just don't expect me to wear no stupid uniform, or act like that robot guy of yours," Kim huffed.
"Robot guy," Betty frowned.
Shego sniggered.
"C'mon, that guy you have is so stiff he has to be a robot or something," Kim retorted.
"I assure you, Kimberly, that Agent Du is not a robot," she sighed.
"Android," Ron asked.
"Yeah, he could be an android," Kim nodded at him. "I saw a movie where…."
"Agent Du is as human as you are," Dr. Director snapped now, and Shego barely hid her smirk now as she only eyed the two teens.
"Let's go, Kimmie. Jeez, you two might be more alike than you think."
"I am not," Ron sputtered.
"Of course not…."
"She's a girl, and I'm not. So we can't be alike," Ron declared as they left the office, as Shego looked back, and said, "Give us a call when you arrange something. Red really does need a better training ground than her back yard, and the area dojos just don't do it for her lately."
"I'll be in touch," Dr. Director assured her.
"C'mon, you two, let's get back home, and make sure everyone else is okay."
"Yeah," Kim smiled. "Right."
~KP~
"Hey, mom," Jim waved as the sedan pulled up in front of the school. "What's with the curb service today?"
"Yeah, we didn't even do anything today," Tim added.
"Well, your father and I were both almost attacked, and with Kim away, I didn't want to take chances so I came to pick you up," Ann Possible told them.
"Someone attacked you guys," the boys said as one as they climbed into the car, and buckled up.
"Someone tried to grab your father on his way home, and then someone tried to get into the hospital today while I was operating."
"No big," the boys sneered. "I doubt they could get through anything we have."
"Well, your father is at home, and I'm making sure you get there safe."
"And Kim?"
"I heard there was trouble at the museum, but Global Justice apparently showed up to help your sister."
"Like she needs help," Tim smirked.
"Yeah, for a girl she does okay," Jim agreed.
"Well, I'm sure you two will appreciate a ride," Ann told them as she put the car in gear, and drove away from the school. "After all, it saves you getting into trouble on the bus," she said knowingly.
"Uh, aren't we going home?"
"Oh, yes. Home," the redhead smiled.
"But home is…."
The small sphere exploded with yellow gas as the redhead tossed it over her shoulder to land in the back seat between the two. Even as she lifted a small mask to her face that was now flowing like water, and becoming an entirely different visage.
"Have the jet warmed up, and ready. I've got our package," Camille told her Henches over the radio she switched on. "Once we have the boys secure, we just drag little Kimmie in, and she'll have to do anything Jack wants. Or else."
"Jet's ready and waiting, boss," a man's gruff voice replied.
"Good. Good. And you made sure someone saw Henches in Greek letters hanging around the bus station?"
"We planted three guys that were more than obvious there, and they all took different buses out of town. All three took a kid with them, too. That should confuse anyone watching," the voice replied.
"Good. Good. Everything is going as planned," the gaunt blonde sneered. "I don't why Jack felt this was so hard. These kids were easy to snatch once we took off the eyes on them."
~KP~
Dr. Ann Possible walked out of the hospital after a long day and looked around.
"Something wrong, Ann," someone asked as she turned around, but still didn't see her car.
"Someone took my car," she said and pulled out her cell phone.
The nurse walked over, and frowned, seeing the empty reserved lot that Ann always used. "Your car?"
"Yes. I'm trying to remember if I set the alarm, or not, but I've had so much on my mind of late…."
"I'll say. It's not every day your daughter tears up the local museum," the nurse exclaimed.
"My daughter what," Ann frowned.
"You hadn't heard?"
"I was in surgery all day until just twenty minutes ago," the neurosurgeon exclaimed. "Kim tore up the museum?"
"Took the roof off and shattered several walls from what I heard," she told her. "There was some kind of footage showing her growing up to monstrous size, but it's all gone now. Probably someone's idea of a prank. Still, I did hear she was involved in some kind of trouble."
"Prank," Ann sighed as she dialed home. "Honey, it's me," she said as her phone answered just then. "No, no. I'm fine. But someone seems to have stolen my car. Think you can come to pick me up."
"I could drop you off," the nurse assured her.
"Oh, well, thanks. Never mind, James," she told her. "Hanna is going to bring me home. I'll see you in a few minutes. Oh, and did you hear about Kim being in any trouble? Okay. Okay, we'll talk when I get home," she said as Hanna led Ann to another part of the lot and a small van.
"When did you get a van," Ann frowned, turning just as Ann lifted a fist.
"Get her inside," the apparent nurse said, her holographic mask slipping as she grabbed the unconscious woman who dropped the moment the spray anesthetic hit her in the face. "Before anyone sees us," she said, and the two Henches both wearing stylized Ks on their chests dragged the woman into the van grinned.
"The diversions worked perfectly," Hanna grinned as she climbed behind the wheel, and started the van after resetting her mask just in case. "Now, let's get Gemini's pawn out of here before GJ can show up again."
"No problem. We shut down the area surveillance just before you made your move," one of the men informed her. "By the time anyone thinks to investigate, we'll be long gone, and that freak will have to obey WEE, or lose her mother."
"Right. Gemini can't possibly blame us for screwing up this time," the other man grinned. "Maybe we'll even be…..promoted."
"Oh, God, I hope not," the apparent woman behind the wheel moaned.
The men said nothing as they drove out of town and to a rendezvous far from the area airport that was swarming with Global Justice agents of late.
~KP~
The grim, bald agent with a scarred face walked into the office after knocking and stopped before the desk where the one-eyed woman was scanning files before her on the desk, and on her computer. She finished the file before her, closed it, and then looked up.
"Agent Trace. Report?"
"The security tapes were gone. So were any traces of the apparent totems or related artifacts described by Ronald Stoppable," the young agent told her, his eyes narrowed with personal displeasure. "The museum director is still trying to inventory the losses as best he can for us."
"I see. What did you learn?"
"The museum was cordoned off, with a solid local police presence to ensure no one tried looting the museum in the wake of the damage, which was surprisingly extensive in that wing. However, there was no trace of the totems anywhere to be found, and as I stated, someone pointedly deleted or took all footage from the west wing cameras. I do not believe that to be coincidental," he remarked.
"No, I wouldn't think so," Betty declared.
"Still, based on the young man's reports, I did acquire a lead," he said, and only then put the flash drive down on her desk.
"And this is…."
"Lord Monte Fiske," he stated as Betty opened the file she found and saw a scowling face that looked more than unfriendly. "A rather peculiar Brit with a belief in an obscure monkey cult that has something to do with the end of the world."
"Is he….?"
"Born with a particular genetic deformity that gives him…..simian characteristics. Somehow, he still managed to claim his family's title, did some undisclosed service for the Crown, and also has an undisclosed source of income that has let him chase this cult's presence and activity across the globe for the past nine years. In case you are wondering, he flew into Middleton earlier this morning, and left just as abruptly."
"So, the report of a monkey army?"
"Fiske is known to be eccentric, and often travels with a troupe of monkeys he reportedly trained as personal valets since he doesn't care for people in general."
"Trained them as valets, or ninja," Dr. Director murmured.
"Considering his obsession…."
"Tell me of the cult."
"Ironically focused in Japan, despite being an originally Chinese cult, Tai Shing Pek Kwar seems to be a kind of monkey kung fu with a strong mystical base. The legends claim that every generation, a new master is born to lead the cult, and it's fifty/fifty as to whether they save, or destroy the world. The details tend to be sketchy. Again, this entire thing seems ironically based in Japan despite obvious Chinese origins."
"Curious. Only it doesn't explain what was going on in that museum. Agent Trace, track down Fiske and find out exactly what he's up to out there. I'll contact our Tokyo office, and find out if they know anything about these….monkey ninjas," she said with a completely straight face in spite of the urge to roll her eyes.
To Be Continued…..