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
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Dr. Director leaned back in her chair as one of her agents escorted the unlikely family back to the transport that had brought them in earlier.
"They are….an unusual family," Will declared as the woman just sighed, and sat there.
"Indeed. I am of the opinion, Agent Du that we are looking at the greatest threat our world will ever face if we do not harness that group, and keep them in line."
"Surely…."
"Anti-gravity mines? Mini-missiles made from spare parts? Taking over an entire enemy base with a common laptop? And don't forget how the boys caught Camille in the first place," she added. "Then there is that flying WMD they have apparently made out of Shego's antique car."
"I take your point," Will Du nodded. "Do you think this apparent date with Senior, Jr. is something to concern us?"
"At this point, I'm of the opinion that Kimberly is more likely to drive him off than anything else. I have the feeling that indolent playboy is going to be in over his head this time," Dr. Director told him. "Recall, Shego and Kimberly's brothers both declared they were going to be watching them."
"Right," he nodded. "One could almost feel sorry for him. Almost."
"Almost?"
"I yet recall that global concert he somehow overrode all satellite transmissions to perform. I wager a lot of people do. He was not….talented," he actually grimaced.
"Yes. Still, no word of Camille. Meanwhile, be sure you keep our people aware we are still hunting Lipsky and his….blonde robot," she declared.
"Yes. One would think they would both stand out," he remarked.
"One would. Still, it's evident that this self-styled Drakken is more dangerous than anyone realized. Alpha alert, Will. We cannot take any chances with him. Meanwhile, keep up the search for Camille. I'm still more than curious how she even broke out."
"We're still investigating," he told her.
"Any news on Lord Fiske, or Stoppable?"
"Both seem to have vanished. And other than those vague records of an obscure Chinese cult Agent Trace discovered, we have no leads into this….monkey cult."
"Yes. Apparently, Fiske was the leading authority on them, and he's obviously going to be less than forthcoming. Stay on it. Something tells me this is not going to be someone to ignore. Not if Sheldon was already studying him," she pointed out.
"Yes. He is unlikely to bother with someone that couldn't be….useful."
"I'll keep our teams on track, ma'am," he assured her. "Will that be all, Dr. Director?"
"One last thing. Override all security concerns, and get Kimberly and her team in here for immediate training," she ordered.
"What about the Council. I thought they were still deliberating…."
"They obviously don't appreciate Team Possible's value, Agent Du. I do. Better to keep them close, and guide them, than risk any of them going rogue. So let's get them in line before they take off on us again, and unleash….who knows what," she declared.
"I do see your point. I'll have Agent Bernman arrange an immediate training schedule in an area training center. He does have a flair for organization and training programs."
"Keep an eye on them. As of now, I suspect a lot of our work is going to be focused on Kimberly, Will. I doubt Drakken is going to be finished with her either, and Chameleon has a bad reputation when thwarted. She won't be letting this one go."
He only nodded and left her office as she waved his dismissal. Betty again considered the debriefing and mused on everything she had learned.
Pressing her intercom, she told her secretary, "Sara, get me Agent Mien. I have a job for him," she informed her, thinking Kimberly might just need a professional backup just in case Senior, Sr. was planning to exploit this apparent date.
~KP~
General Roger Hastings eyed the compiled files one of his people put together of Project Rainbow's recent activities. Even he was stunned. Nothing in her earlier profile indicated she was half so powerful, or so versatile. The fact she had apparently tested off-scale on intelligence also bode ill for their hopes of guiding a relatively innocent, naïve child in the ways of the world.
Apparently, in addition to her growing power set, her mind was growing and improving just as fast as her obvious skills. She had faced several madmen and their lackeys already, and even shut down Dr. Lipski and his idiot cousin without effort. Then to hear she had managed to grow to near fifty feet, and tear a building apart with her bare hands? Even before facing WEE's best, and still coming out on top?
This definitely did not bode well for their chances of having a skilled operative delivered to them at the prescribed time as he had expected. If anything, this Kim Possible was going to be even more willful, and mutinous than she was when she finally bolted from the lab once she learned her family still lived.
The fact her family were highly placed, and highly respected members of their community, and known in certain DOD circles did not help either.
It was far too late to try to disappear the girl again. If they had anyone that could even take her. Shego was still there. Still allegedly testing and tasking the girl. Only it was becoming more and more evident that Gordeaux' teaching was only making her all the more defiant to authority. How Director and Global Justice managed to keep her under their thumb was as yet beyond him, but he had to find out. Because Project Rainbow was his asset, and no low-class civil servant was going to take her away from him.
He had plans for that girl. Plans that did not include a borderline anarchist or a one-eyed idealist.
Pressing a button, he made a snap decision as he summoned his aide to his office. It was time to take back their asset. One way or another, Possible was coming back to where she belonged. He could not see any other outcome.
~KP~
The knock was expected, but Kim was still nervous when it came a few nights later.
"I can't believe I agreed to this," she grumbled.
"Don't worry. I'll be close. You need me, just signal."
"I doubt I will…."
"There are different kinds of challenges that come up on dates, Princess," Shego told her.
"I know. I know. I got the lecture…."
"I didn't lecture," Shego sputtered.
"No, but dad did. So did mom. Even that Dr. Director had advice when I came in the other day for that initial training session to map out exercise programs to fit me," Kim sighed. "Suddenly everyone thinks I'm an idiot again…."
"No. We're worried about you. As I said, different situations can come up with boys. Especially if boys are charming and slick enough to talk you into something you might not otherwise want to do."
"I know, I know," Kim sighed, and looked down to smooth her dress. "I still can't believe that old man paid so much for such a tiny dress," she complained as she looked down at the black dress with lacy shoulders trimming the shoulders and neckline.
"He's a billionaire. Those guys like to overpay for everything," Shego advised her.
"Oh. Well, it's nice, and all, but….it's so sparkly," she said, eyeing the sequins along the hem.
"I just wish I knew what this Junior plans. I don't even know who he is, or what he's like, and…."
Which was when the knock had come.
"You're about to find out. Just remind him no means no in case he thinks to push. And watch out for his old man. I'm still not sure he's not up to something, because he can be sneakier than a black snake in the dark," Shego warned her.
Kim grimaced again.
"I can't just punch them both?"
"You gave your word. I think I know you well enough, Kimmie, to know you want to be the kind of person that keeps her word. Am I wrong?"
"No," she sighed as Shego only smiled as Kim headed for the door.
"Got your nerd-alert," she asked.
Kim sniggered as she patted her small purse. "I actually call it a Kimmunicator," she beamed.
"A what," Shego sputtered.
"Well, it's a communicator, and it's mine," Kim smiled now, "So I named it a Kimmunicator."
"Oy," Shego groaned as Kim opened the door, and looked up at the very tall, very brawny older teen with the face of a child.
"Uh, Junior," she asked.
"Indeed, my wonderfully tanned goddess," the boy-man beamed brightly as he feigned brushing back his perfectly arranged hair without touching it. "I am Junior, and you may bask in the glory that is me," he said, flashing a huge smile.
"Wow," Kim said, and Junior missed the roll of her eyes as she said that.
"I know. I am great," he enthused. "Now come, the Disco Revival starts at eight, and we cannot be late for the start of the dancing," he told her, and all but dragged her to a waiting jet-copter that had landed outside on her lawn.
"The what revival," she asked. "Shego? Disco?"
"It's music. Bad music, but it's music," she shouted after her.
"But I can't dance," Kim howled as Junior all but shoved her into the helicopter as Shego just grinned.
The older woman just smiled, and then watched the jet-copter take off as Junior was obviously telling Kim something that had her gaping incredulously. Shego walked over to her muscle car, climbed in, and said, "ANI, follow that bird, but don't get too close. Just don't lose them."
"Locking on the designated target," the amazingly lifelike computer declared. "Activating VTOL life, and prepping jet engines. Please buckle up for your safety."
Shego buckled up, but she would have done so anyway without the prompting. She still wasn't sure about turning her car into a glorified ATV, but she had to admit it had already come in handy more than once. She let the computer plot the course and eyed the GPS grid as she noted the helicopter was headed directly for a northeasterly course that would them to somewhere in the northeast if she was right.
She was guessing New York.
"ANI, are there any disco events in New York tonight?"
"Scanning available files. There are several clubs featuring disco ventures this evening in the target city. Would you like more data?"
"Which are the most exclusive and most expensive."
"Only one event is noted within your parameters," the computer informed her.
Shego smirked as she heard the infamous club's name, but didn't even bother to ask how Junior planned to get in, especially with an underage girl. Junior was a billionaire's kid. If he wanted it, he got it. No one was going to deny him when his father was known to have a very dark and spiteful side when things didn't go his way.
Or his stupid brat got upset, which set off the old man.
"Okay, stay on target, but if it looks like they're going to that club, get me on the guest list."
"Easily done, Shego," ANI assured her.
"Maybe robot cars aren't so bad," she mused.
"I am an upgradable AI, Shego. Not a mere robot," ANI declared with a surprisingly convincing tone that relayed a bit of indignation.
"Not complaining. I have to admit you're pretty handy, ANI. Pretty handy."
"Thank you, Shego."
To Be Continued…..