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
37
Kim stared at the phone, but it just didn't ring.
"Staring won't make it ring, Princess," Shego told her as the two sat up in the living room even though her father had finally gone to bed just after midnight. Just about the time the twins had been delivered home after being debriefed by Betty Director herself. Unfortunately, as half expected, the men captured knew nothing of Ann Possible, and none of them knew who else was involved. Nor had there been any word on Kim's mother.
Global Justice was now watching more closely than ever, but all the Henches in the area beyond those few actual parolees trying to live quietly were now gone. Kim, always energetic at the best of times lately, now paced restlessly as she glared at the phone as if it offended her.
"It's been hours," she complained. "Where is she? And what do they expect me to do, just sit and worry," she fumed, clenching her fists with impotent fury.
"Calm down, Kimmie. Remember the first thing I taught you?"
She drew a deep breath and sighed.
"Don't lose your temper. Let the other guy lose his," she sighed.
"Bingo," Shego pointed at her as she reached for her still steaming fresh cup of coffee with the other hand. "They have to make a move sooner or later, and when they do, we just follow them back to your mom, and bring her home."
"I have never even met this guy," Kim grumbled as she shook her head, "And I'm already starting to really hate him."
"From what I've heard he's a classic loon. So if you get the chance to drop him, you better land on him hard," Shego told her. "He's the kind to stab his own people in the back, so you can bet he won't care about anyone else."
"If he touches my mother," Kim said ominously.
"He wouldn't dare. After all, without her, he doesn't have any leverage. Right? So I'm sure she's safe. Not to mention, she does have one of the boys' special watches."
"Then why didn't she use it sooner," she frowned.
"I don't know, Kim. I don't. We both know that your mom is a pretty smart woman, though, so let's not count her out just yet either. This guy will have to set up his ambush, but eventually, he has to call you to spring it. Only we're the ones that will be ambushing him because I don't think even he will be expecting us, or what we can do," Shego told her, and paused to sip her coffee again.
"I'm really just wanting to hit something just now," Kim muttered.
Shego laughed.
"Now you sound like me," she told the redhead.
Kim only muttered again.
~KP~
Camille frowned as she studied the cell that currently held her until Interpol could arrive to extradite her on a little matter over in France, and frowned all the more when she noted the three different security cameras all focused on her. She still couldn't believe those two children had not only outwitted her, but used her own borrowed lair, and its dubious contents to escape so easily.
Children were not supposed to be so smart.
They were supposed to be slow, sullen, and weep over every little disappointment in their slated for misery lives.
Someone, however, had forgotten to tell these brats that there were rules to the world around them. Rules they were supposed to follow. When captured by strange, dangerous individuals, you were not supposed to build doomsday machines and blow up things around you. You were not supposed to have belts with rockets or crazy devices that let you attack grown men with impunity.
Jack would pay for this one because she had let her think those boys were typical. Harmless. Easily managed.
Oh, how he would pay.
She just had to get out of Global Justice before Interpol arrived. Because she could already guess who was being sent for her this time. God help her if the infamous, and often lethal Inspector Jacques Clouseau showed up to escort her. She might never survive to reach France!
~KP~
"How," Dr. Director demanded, staring at the empty cell.
"We….don't know," the sentry admitted. "We had men stationed on the monitors, watching her every move. Yet when we came in to bring her the noon meal….."
The man grimaced helplessly.
"So, Chameleon is obviously more than a one-trick pony," the head of Global Justice swore. "She's been gone at least….ninety minutes by now if we use the last check-in point. Shut down all access anyway, and sift everyone. And I mean everyone," she told Will who still stood behind her without saying a word. "And I want to know why those security cameras didn't detect her escape. I want to know yesterday," the somber woman demanded.
"I'll get on it right away," Will told her.
"What about Middleton?"
"Team Impossible is still on post, and on high alert. So far, no one has moved. No incoming calls. Nothing to tip their hand. It has to be soon, though. Gemini is nothing if not impatient," Will needlessly reminded her.
"Indeed. Did we ever find Drakken, or why WEE wanted him?"
"We have feelers out through all our usual contacts. So far the man has yet to show, and no one will say a word about WEE's intentions. They don't want Gemini to go after them for spilling secrets."
"I see," she grumbled. "I swear, Agent Du, I will celebrate the day we finally get that man behind bars. I'll personally see to it the door is welded shut behind him," she added.
Will Du didn't say a word. He understood completely.
They were just leaving the detention block when a harried agent ran up to them and held out a paper. "We have movement in Middleton, ma'am," he panted, proving he had run all the way from command.
"Why didn't you call," she demanded.
"Something has all internal coms down, ma'am," he admitted. "We suspect it may be connected to the malfunction with the security cameras. Dr. Load is working on it now, but I thought you'd want this at once."
She stared, and Will daringly asked, "Gemini?"
"No. Possible. She and Shego just took off in that car of Shego's, and it was flying so no one was ready in time to follow. Get back to tracking," she began.
"We're trying to triangulate now, ma'am. We have satellite and ground-based radar efforting a track now," he told her. "So far, they're headed due west."
"The ocean," Will said, nodding curtly. "Those rumors of an undersea base have to be real after all," he informed her.
"I want three….five strike teams standing by, and ready to go on a moment's notice. The moment we know where Possible lands, I want our people on top of her."
"Yes, ma'am," the agent nodded, and turned, and ran back.
"Get with Wade. Double check all our coms and security. If necessary…."
"Yes?"
"Bring in the Possible twins. Something tells me they are far more capable than anyone has realized."
"Apparently. Rocket belts, and flare bombs out of broken parts? I shudder to think what they could do without limitations?"
"Kimberly and Shego just flew off in an antique car," Betty reminded him.
"Yes, they did," he murmured and turned away to carry out his own orders as she kept going toward central command.
~KP~
Both women started when someone banged on the door rather than ring the bell.
They both eyed one another, and then Shego went to the door, one hand over a pistol as Kim checked the house security.
"It's some old man," she frowned, gesturing at the camera feed.
"That's no old man," Shego said ominously. "I don't see him working with Gemini since that guy is independent at the best of times, but he's probably one of the most dangerous, and amoral bastards out there. If he's here, he wants something. Only I have to admit, he will play fair with you, even while trying to stab you in the back. Let's see what he has to say," Shego told her as the man knocked again with a cane he carried.
Kim nodded, and carefully opened the door, and eyed the man.
"What do you want," Kim spat.
"Oh, my, how rude," the man declared with a faint smile. "Honestly, I knew you were raised without the usual courtesies, but….. Ah, that explains it," he added with a faint smirk as Shego pulled the door back, and glared. "Still, for courtesies sake, let me introduce myself. I am Senor Roberto Senior, Sr., Miss Possible," he nodded to her.
"It's a bad time, Senior, so spill it or get slapped for being in the wrong place at the wrong time," Shego spat.
"Polite as ever," the man nodded toward her with an air of mirth. "In fact, I am here with an offer. A private….business transaction, one might say."
"Come in," Kim said with a heavy sigh. "You try anything, though, and you won't make it back outside," she promised.
"Ah, I assure you, Kimberly Anne, I am only here for….shall we call it, mutual business?"
"Like I said, spill," Shego demanded as the man walked into the house, and looked around with a diffident air.
"Well, we might as well put our proverbial cards on the table," he said, walking over, and settling in James Possible's usual chair.
Kim scowled at that, but just stood before him, and asked, "So what are you wanting?"
"Ah, a minor matter, to be honest. Obviously, I know who you are. I know what you are. I even know what you can do, which suggests that heavy-handed simpleton with family issues does as well."
"Losing patience fast," Shego told him, one hand still on one of her pistols.
"That does not surprise me. You never were the…."
"I meant Kimmie," Shego told her coolly, noting the girl's clenched hands were starting to flutter with green. "Now, if you're here, you know something about her mother, or are involved. Either way, that puts you in a very dangerous place, because Kimmie here is very, very touchy about family. Understand, old man."
"In point of fact," the still smiling man looked up at Kim. "I'm here to lead you to your mother. Not personally, of course, but I can direct you to her….. For a slight favor in turn."
"What favor," Kim demanded, one hand now starting to glow brightly.
"I'm not here to haggle," he told her. "I'd like a simple date in exchange once you settle this matter with your family crisis."
"A date," Kim sputtered, looking horrified now as she stared at the old man smiling at her.
"No, no, no. You misunderstand. Not with me, my dear. With my son," the old man smiled.
"Oy," Shego groaned in genuine aversion.
"Well, you know my son," the man nodded at Shego. "Still, for whatever his reason, he has decided he simply must have a night out with young Kimberly at his side. Agree to that single, simple date, and I will offer you this. The coordinates for WEE's current hidden lair," he said, holding up a small GPS scanner.
"That's it?"
"Now, Shego, you know I never mix business with pleasure. And we shall have some business later, I assure you. After all, the young lady is simply too…..valuable to leave undirected."
"I swear," Kim hissed, eyes narrowing as she grew more visibly angry.
"But this moment is solely for our private affairs, so to speak. So, do we have a deal, Miss Possible," he asked without concern, holding out the device that was still blank, and showing no signal.
"How do we know that's real?"
"Because, my dear, one of my less legitimate businesses recently shipped a lot of certain electronics to a known alias through Henchco. Being a….careful man, I naturally track all my shipments. Discreetly," he smiled blandly. "This will take you right to the lair where they were delivered. Oh, and I should warn you, some of those parts were likely capable of creating a mind-control device. It's hardly much of an effort to guess why a simpleton like that wants such technology," he said, eyeing Kim pointedly.
"So, you're planning on me escaping WEE, and coming back if you want me to see your son," Kim remarked now.
"Of course. Of course. I doubt it will be easy, mind you, the man is nefarious with his traps and schemes. Still, I have every confidence in you. So, again, do you have a deal?"
"All right. Mom's location for one date. He steps out of line, though, and you'll need a new heir," Kim told him.
"Trust me, Princess. The kid is clueless. He's just also annoying as hell and blacklisted from almost every major club and restaurant out there," Shego smirked.
Kim frowned.
"I just want to find my mother," she spat.
"Then, my dear, we have a deal," he said and rose to his feet. He tapped the device several times, and the screen lit up, and a chirping beacon appeared. "I do believe I'd dress for swimming," he told her as he handed the GPS over to her.
Shego eyed her and nodded.
"All right. We'll talk when we get back. Now you need to go. I have to get ready," she told him grimly.
Senor Senior only nodded and walked out the door without hesitation.
"Get ready? I thought you've been ready for hours," Shego said.
"I am. Only I have an idea, and I want some….extra precautions before we take off."
"And how do we get there," Shego asked as she took the grid marker, and eyed it. This does look like it's in the middle of the ocean?"
"Your car flies now, remember?"
"Right. God only knows what they've stuffed in my baby by now."
"We'll find out," Kim told her as she headed for the stairs.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Shego shuddered.
To Be Continued….