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
36
Jim heard the door close and opened his eyes a degree, and carefully looked around.
"You awake?"
"Duh," came the reply as Tim sat up. "Where are we?"
"Just a sec," he said and brushed a thumb over the watch on his wrist. The ropes seared away as his thermal force field burned through the ropes, and his nanite-driven battle suit inspired by his sister's crazy powers amped his muscles so he could snap the scorched fibers trying to still hold him.
"Worked like a charm," Tim grinned as he broke loose in the same instant before checking a device he pulled from his pocket. "Okay. Looks like we're somewhere in the Midwest. In the middle of nowhere."
"Looks like a villainous lair to me," Jim said, standing up as he noted the tables of various electronics, parts, and mechanical devices in stages of development all around them.
"You know," Tim murmured, "We could probably blow this dump if we had….."
"A sufficient power source for a portable rocket booster," Jim asked, holding up the small, glowing power cell.
"Sweet," Tim murmured. "Molecular?"
"Organic tech," he sneered. "Not very well made, but good enough. So, give me five minutes, and I can make up a couple of mini jetpacks. Only what about the imposter that looked like mom?"
"Obviously, she must be that shapeshifter we heard Kim and Shego talking about with that sourpuss in the eye patch. You know, we have a distraction, too."
"Camille de Leon?"
"Yeah. Some kind of biotech morphing ability from what I saw on her Interpol file," Tim nodded.
"So, she's probably got a body filled with unstable tech," Jim said with a grim smile.
"Oh, yeah, only explanation," Tim said. "Let me fix up something so we don't have to worry about being duped again. Not that we didn't figure her out like two minutes after we got into the car, but…."
"Why take any chances," Jim agreed. "Think they already called up Kim?"
"If they did, someone miscalculated. C'mon, call Kim in after grabbing us, and force her to do as they say or they do something to us? I don't think Kim is the kind to stand and wait on ultimatums. You saw what she did when they played Shego."
"Yeah. So, we should expect splashes," Jim nodded.
"Big, noisy ones. Good thing we have our force fields on, and I've been wanting to test these next-generation battle suits. I wonder if we could match Kim?"
"Have you seen her bio-energy output?"
"Not recently. I've been working on the Roth after dad suggested Kim could have it if we got it running again."
"Right. Does she even have a license yet?"
"I think she's working on it," Tim murmured thoughtfully and held up the interface he had rebuilt to attach to the cell phone he had converted to a tech scanner. "There. This should be able to…."
"Looks like an acid test," Jim said as the device began chirping.
"Yep, it looks like someone with a lot of tech in their cells is coming this way now."
"We really should look into stealth modes for these outfits," Jim said as they heard someone at the door.
"Or….we could just go low-tech," Tim grinned and tossed him a small belt with a webbed harness attached. "Until we can get outside."
"Low-tech," he asked.
Tim held up the taser wand and twisted it until the device hummed.
"Oh. Honestly, that is so last decade," he grumbled and glanced around after putting the belt and harness on over his battle suit. "But I guess you can't expect plasma cannons in a dump like this one," he sighed.
"Well, if you don't have what you need," Jim grinned.
"Build what you want," Tim chortled and scooped up the small laser prove he attached to a battery pack, and extended its emitter with a rod designed more for welding than blasting.
The door opened a few minutes later as they were working on a suitable distraction, and two men in red stepped in with a blonde girl with a less than pleasant face.
"See, I have them….."
She looked around and saw too late the twins were not still tied in the corner. They were behind the door, and slamming it back into the face of one of Jack's men, even as the other twin shoved a taser wand into the other man's gut, and left him howling and jerking like a manic puppet before he hit the floor.
"You made a serious mistake grabbing us," one of the smirking boys grinned.
"Almost as big a mistake as dumping us in your shop full of junk," the other laughed. "By the way, how fast are you?"
"What," the woman asked, one hand going for a knife strapped at her side.
"How fast? Because while we're safe enough with our force fields, I don't think you want to be here when the multi-phasic bio-bomb we rigged goes off," the first boy sniggered. "It's designed to have a quarter mile blast radius, and will take out any biotech in its range," the boy claimed.
"There is no way….."
"Two minutes to detonation," the mishmash of parts on the center of one table chirped and began to hum.
The blonde screeched and turned to run.
"That was easy. Say, do you think that hodgepodge will really go off?"
"Who knows? We can watch from elsewhere," Jim told his brother. "Let's blaze since she just showed us the way out."
Running down the hall, the blonde leading the way as she screamed, "Bomb! They built a bomb!"
Every man in the bunker-type lair raced for any available exit, and no one even looked at them as they ran with them. Once outside, the pair just hit something on their belt, and small rockets with stabilizing gyros burst from their harness before they soared up into the sky.
Every man below was still running.
"Guess we better call those GJ clowns to sweep up. Still got their frequency?"
"You are kidding," Tim asked. "Those guys have lousy security. I pinged and hacked their comms like the second that agent walked in the house."
"Right. Call them up, and tell them to meet us so we can get a lift home. I don't think we have enough fuel, or stability to reach home with these things," Jim admitted as they began to descend toward a large empty field once well clear of the goons.
"On it. You know, with a little work, these would make great emergency escape vehicles," Tim told him as they landed, and he pulled out the small walkie talkie that was far more than a toy.
"Cool. Maybe we could build them into the suits?"
"It would solve the power issue," Tim nodded as Jim opened a certain channel and simply said, "Hello? Anyone listening?"
~KP~
"The boys are okay," Kim shouted as she ran down the stairs, and grinned.
"What? Did they call," James frowned as he eyed the still silent phone.
"Wade called. They just got a call from the twins, and they led GJ to the Chameleon's hideout. This time they scooped up her, and a whole bunch of those goons," Kim grinned. "The boys scared them out with a fake bomb, and flew off on homemade rocket belts."
"Rocket belts," Shego gaped.
"They, ah, apparently locked up the boys in an old lab."
"Wow, so they were the stupid kind of lackeys," Shego nodded.
"What about your mother?"
"No word yet, dad, but we'll get her back, too. And when I find out who took her…."
"I think we can guess," Shego told her. "So, give, what did the Nerdlinger leave you?"
Kim laughed.
"That's not really polite, Shego. And I'm wearing it," she said, pulling up her blouse's sleeve to show an ivory garment beneath it. "I just thought I'd keep it low-key for now. Wade has a suit he thinks should be resistant enough to survive my plasma," she told her. "It's a bit….colorful, though, so I figured it might be best to hide it for now."
"It can't be that….."
"Wow. And you're really wearing that," Shego asked as Kim turned away from her father, lifted the blouse, and showed off the ivory garment with a comet blazing over the chest.
"It's supposed to be plasma resistant. I can't too well complain about the look as long as it works."
"It looks like something a silly cartoon hero would wear," Shego sniggered now.
"Oh, well….I wouldn't know," Kim frowned.
"You still have a lot to learn," Shego told her. "Next Saturday, I'll show you all the bad cartoons you like," she grinned.
"With my mom," Kim said fiercely.
"I'd count on it," Shego told her.
~KP~
"Well, well, well," the one-eyed man smiled coldly as Ann was shoved into a large room filled with dozens of television monitors all showing different scenes from various places. "The perfect hostage, and just in time," he said, turning away from one monitor showing a fifty foot Kim Possible starting to shrink as she stepped out of a shattered museum wing.
Ann couldn't help but gape at the screen, not having seen Kim truly use her powers like that until now.
"It seems the monkey ninja escaped...them, sir, but our area contacts state that he definitely achieved his goal in spite of area interference," a man in red with a letter Kappa on his chest.
"So, she is already aware of Fiske?"
"Not from what we discovered, sir. The interference was a bumbling high school boy who managed to be saved by Kim Possible when she sought him out," the agent told his employer.
"Excellent work, Kappa. You may go. And do be sure you inform Beta I am displeased with his recent efforts. Very displeased. Letting a witless shapeshifting female dupe him? Yes, very displeased," he growled.
"I'll be sure he knows to return at once for his….correction, sir," Kappa declared, sweating under his own mask as he only hoped to get out of the command center alive just then. Too much was happening just then, and that meant too many opportunities for screw-ups. He was not wanting to be blamed for any of them. He had learned how that went. He just wished someone had warned him before he signed on with WEE.
"Do that," Gemini gestured. "As for you," he turned to Ann who was eyeing him uneasily while his two men kept her in place. "I do believe you will soon bring my new Alpha to me, and then I will surely have the power to finally crush the world, and Global Justice," he hissed that last that set off a small, hairless Chihuahua that had been dozing nearby.
The animal abruptly leaped to its paws, looking around, and snarled and barked furiously.
"Sorry, Pepe," he smiled coldly. "I quite got carried away," he said, and rose to his feet to scoop up the animated little animal, stroking its tiny head with a metal hand.
Ann could only gape as she realized this must be the man Kim, Shego, and even that Dr. Director had been talking about earlier. She had been in a few dangerous scrapes herself, though, and trusted she could escape this one, too, if she were cautious.
One hand moved closer to the other since the men had cuffed them behind her back, and brushed the small watch her sons had given her. She had yet to try it, but she didn't want to waste her best chance at surprise so she waited.
"Come, gentlemen. The doctor has an appointment with our doctor," he chortled, and led the way out of the room, down a long hall that curved around a long sloping turn, and finally entered another chamber.
Stepping inside, he glared at the blue-skinned man who was puttering with a pile of electronics and muttering viciously as it addressing someone only he could see.
"Drakken," he barked, and the man jumped, looked around almost comically, and then turned to eye Gemini.
Ann knew who he was, too, after Shego and Kim had told her of that trap that lured Kim back to the lab.
"Dr. Drakken, if you please," he huffed indignantly.
"Whatever," Gemini waved dismissively. "Just tell me you were able to complete my device."
"Of course," the blue man declared, and waved dismissively himself. "Honestly, I thought you were giving a real challenge, but this neuro-compliance tech is so simplistic your usual buffoons should have managed to complete it blindfolded."
"Indeed," the head of WEE murmured coldly.
"Of course, they do have the superlative and vastly superior intelligence of Dr. Drakken!"
"Just tell me how many you have ready for me," he demanded.
"One, obviously. You only requested I complete it. The chip. You did not specify numbers, and so I went to work on my project, which you said you would fund once I did as you asked."
Gemini shuddered physically, and drew a deep breath as he clenched his free hand, and eyed Pepe. "Sometimes, Pepe, it is very hard to get good help."
"I can hear you, you know. Honestly, I'm a genius, not deaf," Drakken actually lectured him.
"Then you should have realized I need more than one of those compliance chips, you witless cretin," Gemini spat.
"Well, if you're going to start tossing insults, we are leaving."
"We," Gemini frowned as he eyed the messy lab.
"We," Drakken declared, and shouted, "Bebe!"
The tall, feminine robot seemed to just appear, and Gemini could only gape at the slender metal construct with a gaudy blonde wig.
"You put a wig….on a robot," Gemini gawked.
"Well she needed hair," Drakken huffed indignantly. "Bebe, pack what we need to complete your sisters. We are leaving. Now."
"I have not dismissed you," Gemini started as the robot suddenly began to move at almost blinding speed, and by the time he finished, the robot, the heap of parts, and Drakken were all gone.
Gemini looked around and frowned.
"Drakken?"
There was no reply.
"Drakken," he roared. "Where is my mind-control chip?"
"I….think this is it, boss," one of the guards with Ann said and indicated a tiny, silver square smaller than a thumbnail.
Gemini walked over to the nearby lab table, eyed the device, and saw the note next to it.
'N-C chip. One use only, so make sure you put it on the right pawn.'
"Fine. It looks like we control the doctor the old-fashioned way," he said, glaring at Ann as if she were somehow at fault here. "Send out the word I want Drakken back to finish his work for us. If he resists, persuade him," he spat, thinking that robotic creature he had apparently built out of spare parts was going to be just as valuable to him as Kim Possible once he got that mind-control device on her.
He couldn't wait. Soon, the world and GJ would finally bow to him.
Ann didn't say a word as her thumb brushed the control on the watch she wore.
To Be Continued…..