2. Missions
No one was surprised to see Kim Possible strolling down the hallways after the interrogation. She had hours to kill before her return flight. If it had not been for Dr. Director's 'unexpected' inspection, she would have had weeks to wait until the next supply run. Kim was friendly and relaxed as she made her way to Level Four. The acting was wearing on her nerves.
Spy work is so much harder than simple infiltration.
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Kim and Ron pulled the raft ashore. They tied it to the 'Haunted' sign at the foot of the beach. The lights to Dr. Drakken's lair were on.
Rufus stuck his head out of Ron's pocket. "Uh-oh, here again." He chirped.
"Yeah, but you gotta like the Caribbean." Ron enthused. "The blue water, the climate, the beach. You'd think he'd make some improvements."
"Maybe he has." Kim put on a pair of shades and pressed a button. "Mines. Stick close."
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She reached Level Four after what seemed forever. Alone, she pulled out the Kimmunicator.
"It seems deserted, Wade."
"Security is fairly simple here. There's no access to the outside, so it's no way to escape. I have the monitors here on a feed back loop, so they won't record your movements. Use the Kimmunicator to open any doors or operate anything. It'll provide the commands and power. There should be no proof that you ever were here."
"You'd think they'd have stepped up security. At least an extra guard or two."
"Kim, they do that and they admit that they have something. Drakken is right about the level of international tension. GJ and everyone else are playing a giant game of denial. It only works as long as everybody goes along."
"And if someone stops?"
"Nations are like people. Get them scared or desperate and they can do something really stupid. Let's hope nobody jumps."
"This is way too serious, Wade."
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It did not take long to get to where they were going. They knew the way, after all. A little knockout gas for the guards in the first room, some meat for the alligators in the moat. Soon they were in the hall way to the main operations area.
"Another improvement."
Just before the last bend they came upon a laser grid. It must have been a last minute job. The gaps were relatively huge.
Ron reached into his pocket. "Okay, Rufus, show time!"
"Let him sleep." Kim said stepping forward. "I can take care of this. Besides, I need the exercise. I missed practice again because of this."
She could have jumped her way through in no time. Instead she began with a hand stand, holding it just long enough for her shirt to start to slide down. Then she set her feet down across the first line. A slide here, a slither there, and don't forget a wiggle. She made it over to the control panel, and turned it off. Looking over her shoulder, she gave Ron a wink.
He stood there with his jaw dropped. His eyes were bulging.
Poor guy puts up with so much. He deserves his own show every now and then.
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The third door was marked. MORGUE. The Kimmunicator indicated there was no one inside. She hooked it up, the door opened.
It was a small area. After all, it was a small prison. Four drawers lined a wall. The light beside one was blinking.
"The gloves from your battle suit should protect you from the cold." Wade prompted.
Kim had a question as she reached into her backpack. "What do I have to use if he's right?"
"There's a compact in your belt. The one with the purple ring on the rim. Just check first all right?" Wade sounded uneasy.
She plugged in the Kimmunicator. A few seconds passed, then the drawer opened with a hiss. The tray came forward, a body bag on it. Kim took a deep breath, then pulled down the zipper.
"Oh, Shego."
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"I tell you I even amaze myself." Drakken was at his grandiose best, arms waving. Shego leaned against a control panel in complete control of any enthusiasm.
"Warmonga may think she took all her Lorwardian technology with her, but she's wrong." He held up something too small to see from the archway. "With this energy cell, the Discombobulator comes back off the drawing board and into world dominating reality."
Kim and Ron looked to the machine on the raised platform. It looked like a large canister with globes every three feet. Something yellow swirled inside.
"Haven't we seen this before?" Ron asked.
"Yes. At the Amazon lair. It was in the store room. Shego had placed tapes around it. 'Stupid line, do not cross.'"
Shego took a step to the left. "This is the quickest way out. If I recall, the blast radius is about thirty feet. Good thing we covered fire fighting with the boys last week."
"Oh ye of little—no faith. The Discombobulator failed last time because it wasn't able to handle the power required. Thanks to the Lorwardian fuel I've been able to duplicate, it not only can get the power it needs, but will be able to handle the heat. I've already used it in the central cooling system. Have you noticed how pleasant it is in here, despite the outside temperature?"
"Now that you mention it, it is nice."
"And wait until you see the power bill. Now that the system is engaged, I'm closing up the control panel. It would take five minutes to laser through this crystal, or three minutes to cut through the titanium hinges. I've set the countdown at two."
"Still learning." Shego almost sounded impressed. "Your chances have quadrupled. I'd say it's up to five percent."
"You might want to reduce those odds again."
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Shego was still in her cat suit. At her feet were Drakken's lab outfit, and the blood soaked pants legs Kim had lasered off before they left the lair. A thin layer of frost covered everything. Her lips were slightly parted, the face still showed traces of pain.
"It's her." Kim informed Wade. "Now what do I do?"
"Take out the compact. Give it half a turn to the left, then pull down."
The compact telescoped to nearly a liter's capacity when Kim followed Wade's instructions.
"And now?"
"Fill it to the line on the inside. It'll mix itself. Then just pour it on her. And Kim, do NOT get any on you. You won't like the result."
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"Kim Possible? But how?" Drakken was taken aback.
Shego shook her head. "Because while you may be using alien technology, this is Planet Earth."
"Well, you're too late, Kim. Shego! You don't even have to win. Just keep her busy another ninety seconds."
"But I want to win." Shego crouched, her hands glowing. She sprang at Kim.
Kim blocked the flying kick, replied with a punch of her own. Shego pressed the attack, and Kim seemed to be completely on the defensive, until she was in position. Shego threw another kick. Kim grabbed her leg and spun her across the floor. Shego sneered as she got up.
Kim glanced over her shoulder, at the Discombobulator. Everything was up to Shego now.
Shego, you're as fast as I am, stronger, and more experienced. You have one weakness, though, you're too aggressive. Sooner or later, you always charge.
There was a yell as Shego charged, hands blazing. Kim stepped aside at the last second, grabbing her by the wrist and elbow. She made a complete turn, then another half, and let go. The spin and Shego's momentum carried her onto one of the globes of the Discombobulator. Electricity arced into the air, yellow smoke came out. The machine went dark. Drakken screamed his disbelief.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, the portion of our program when Shego falls.
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Coming back from the sink, Kim began to pour. The fluid looked like oil, and frost fled wherever it flowed. There was plenty for what she needed to do.
"Done, Wade."
"Leave the cup with her. The fluid will destroy anything nonmetallic."
Kim placed the cup at Shego's feet. Carefully, she began to pull the zipper back up. When she got to her face, she stopped and stood up.
"Kim, you need to hurry. Our luck can't hold out forever."
She felt the need to say something. It was too much like disposing of garbage otherwise. But she realized that she had no idea to whom, if anyone, Shego would have prayed. She said the only thing that came to mind. That made sense.
"Enjoy Valhalla, Shego."
Kim finished the zipper. The Kimmunicator closed the drawer, then opened the door. There was still no traffic in the hallway. She hurried away, and in a few minutes she was back among the agents, as if nothing had ever happened.