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Kim Possible: Bad Girls
Original Story By Twisted-Wun & LJ58
Edited and Reposted (With Permission) by LJ58
4
"Come in, Jade," Shego called her as she walked into the office after being woke up around ten by a call from her office.
She walked in, and only briefly eyed the burly Arbiter sitting to one side, and smiling at her. "Miss Greene," she murmured, barely giving the thug a glance as she walked up to the desk where Shego conducted her official business as the owner and manager of her island resort.
"Thank you for coming in."
"So, what's so important you had to wake me up early," she asked, not masking a yawn.
"Zo. Ze puzzy is lazy, too?"
Her glare only made him smirk. Arbiter was a man that felt himself funny. From what she had heard, his idea of humor was to crush your hands, and then leave you to diffuse a bomb he left ticking away in front of you.
"Hans here would like to hire you."
"Already got a job," she shot, and turned back for the door.
"You haven't heard of ze job. Or ze pay," the man told her smugly.
"I just turned down fifty grand to sleep with one poser. Do you honestly think you can do better," she shot as Shego's eyes flared briefly at her words.
"Zuppoze I offer you fifteen million. Cash. But all you have to do is help me take down a few guards so I might….procure a certain…..item."
"I don't do petty crime," she growled.
"Petty? You zhink I am ze zmall-timer, Tiger. Nein. I happen to know where ze American CIA haz….mizplaced a very important lizt. A list of top agents, and zheir assignments for the pazt ten yearz. A very important lizt, ja? You help me get it, and I give you fifteen million. Zhat is a fair trade? Ja?"
Jade froze halfway to the door.
"A data file? Those can't even be read without….."
"Zomeone foolizhly printed a copy of ze data. Zhen foolizhly left it to be taken by zomeone not zo foolizh."
Kim's eyes narrowed as she considered the true value of such a list.
"That could be worth a lot more than fifteen million."
"Only to zomeone with ze right contactz."
"True. Where is it?"
"You vill zee when you follow me."
"No. No, I don't work that way."
"Vhat?"
"You've got amateurs trailing you like neon signs," she told him curtly. "I'm guessing anyone else you've hired is just as bad. Or worse, plants. You tell me where it is, and I'll go in and get it. Alone."
"I am to truzt you," he snapped now, his smile gone.
"If you really want the list."
"You vould zteal zhis lizt, even zhough you are American?"
"What I am, is curious. There is some…..information that may be on that list. Information I'd like to find myself. You let me look at it first, and pay me the money, half up front, half on delivery, and I guarantee you I will get it for you."
"Trust her," Shego smiled. "She is one of the best at getting into places she shouldn't be."
"Hah! Zis iz a very tough puzzy," he quipped, "For I zee thiz myself lazt night. But if ze Tiger iz zo good, why haf I never heard of her?"
Jade smiled. "Because I am so good. I don't showboat. I don't crow. I don't play games. I just get the job done."
The big man eye Shego. "Ze Tiger is truly zhat good?"
"As good as me in my prime," Shego smiled, but said no more.
"Berlin," the Arbiter told her, and pulled out a small notepad. "Ze addrezz. Zhe thief iz a Ruzzian ex-KGB named…"
"I've heard of him," Jade nodded, seeing the name. "I take it he's not looking to sell?"
"He hopez to eizher zell the lizt back for a zmall fortune himzelf, or he zhreatens to undermine the American prezence in Ruzzia himzelf by picking off zhe agents on zhe list. He thinkz too zmall."
"Most Russians do," Shego agreed.
"You can truly do zis, little puzzy," Arbiter asked flatly.
Jade tucked the page she tore from the notepad into her pants pocket. "When I see the cash advance, I'll leave. You will stay here, and wait for my return."
"Wait….?"
"What better alibi could you have than to be staying here in full view of your peers," Jade told him slyly.
"Ahhhhh. You are clever, Tiger. I like zhat. Indeed, I do. You zure you vould not like to vork for me? I could uze….."
"I'm strictly freelance. When I feel like it," Jade told him curtly, and walked out of the office.
"Now zhe zounds like you, my dear," Arbiter laughed as Kim left the office.
KP
"You don't have to do this?"
"Who's the professional thief here. You may get in and out, but you don't really think like a thief. I know how this guy will think. And where to look," Shego told her as they picked the lock on the rooftop access hatch that led into the private office building that was a front for certain Russian spies.
"Fine. Okay, and it's up. I have the security footage looped with enough empty shots to give us ten minutes to find any roaming guards."
"There won't be any here. Trust me. These guys are the sort that sit on their butt in front of the monitors, and suck coffee and donuts all night."
"Even better," Jade nodded, and finished tapping out commands on the small notebook computer she had brought along.
"All right. The office is on the ninth floor. So, three floors down, and…."
"No. No stairs," she stopped her from opening the door. "There are motion sensors in the stairwells."
"Okay, so…..?"
She pointed.
Shego groaned. "Tell me you're kidding?"
Jade was already moving toward the air vent.
KP
"We have a leak," a balding man sweating bullets swore.
The man in the dark suit glowered at Betty Director as if she were at fault.
"Don't look at me," she shot back at the four men. "My people are clean. If you had let my team go in, we would have already had the data list back without issue. But you wanted to be clever, and let Pieter lead you to his cell."
"He claims someone stole the list from him."
Betty eyed the head of the CIA. "Do you believe him?"
"He's a professional spy, but he is professional. He's just chagrined enough to be honest about it. He accused us of double-crossing him."
"You didn't," Will Du asked blandly.
"We didn't even have a man in Berlin at the time that could have managed this kind of operation."
"Besides, why did you even leave a hardcopy of those files laying around? Did you want them stolen," Will demanded of them.
None of the three men in the room said anything. Their glances were cold, hard, and ominous, and Will ignored them all.
"Define….the operation," Betty asked. "What happened?"
"It's more like what didn't happen. No security alerts. No evidence of B&E. Nothing. Just one minute the list was in Pieter's safe, and the morning when he went to check, it wasn't. Just that slick."
"A professional," Will murmured.
"A damned good one," Betty admitted. "Start background checks on all known thieves with the skill-set, and opportunity. Check everyone."
"We have our own operatives checking….."
"With all due respect, Mr. Anselm," Betty cut him off. "We have resources even you do not possess. We'll investigate this matter hereon since it is now an…international concern. I would ask you to alert us the moment you hear of anything from your side. And I mean anything."
"We don't need your trained errand boys…..!"
"Watson," Anselm cut the lanky younger man in the room with him off. He eyed the other man who was a liaison for European ops, and both nodded. "You'll have anything we find the moment we find it," the older man assured her. "Need I say, it is vital that we get this list back?"
"Of course. Considering some of our own agents may be on the list, I'd rather we didn't take chances with anyone's lives."
Ten minutes later, back in her private jet heading for GJ headquarters, Will frowned at the silent head agent for Global Justice.
"Something wrong? I mean, beyond the obvious?"
"It's Possible."
"Dr. Director, we haven't even seen any evidence….."
"Was Shego still on her island last week?"
"According to long range reconnaissance, she never left. In fact, she's still there. We have satellite images from just this morning of her lounging on the beach. Along with some very unsavory sorts that apparently frequent the place. Senor Senior, Sr., however, left last week. Do you think he….?"
"Not his style. He tends to avoid espionage. No, my gut says Possible is moving, Will. If she is, this is only going to be the opening gambit."
"If it is her," he frowned, "Why go after such a hot target? And how would she have even learned of it?"
"Those….are very good questions, Mr. Du. Very good questions," she murmured as she lapsed back into her thoughtful silence.
"And if it isn't her?"
"Then we may have a new player. One we can't afford to let escape our attention. But this one screams ninja."
"And that makes you think of Possible," he frowned again.
"Recall her friends. She did study with him for several years at the end."
Now Will was thoughtful.
KP
"I can see why you enjoyed stealing," Jade grinned, pouring over the reams of pages as she sought the clues she suspected might be in the documents.
Arbiter was all but drooling over her return, but she had first look, and she was making sure she got a complete look at the Agency's dirty dealings of the past ten years. Some didn't surprise her. Some did. Some just sickened her.
"Oh," Shego asked, setting coffee next to her on the table as she scoured the papers.
"Thanks," she smiled, looking more relaxed since their return. "And, yeah. The rush. It was kind of a kick outwitting those guys, and waltzing in and out right under their noses."
"That's part of what kept me in the game for so long," she admitted.
"Only part?"
"That, and I liked my luxuries."
"Like your island?"
"Ironically, this was a legitimate investment I made that paid off in the long run. Even I knew I couldn't play the bad girl forever, so I was planning for my retirement."
"So, you are admitting you are getting old….."
"What is it with you, and my age," Shego grumbled.
Jade only sniggered, and then choked. Then paled.
"Jade? Kim," she asked when the girl didn't look up. Didn't answer. Just stared at the page before her with clenched fists.
"They did it. They really did it, and they weren't even after you, or Drakken. Not even me," she hissed. "This was all….about….Ron."
"Monkey-boy? What did they want with…..? Oh," Shego murmured, remembering only then just how powerful Ron had become in the end. Just how skilled. How truly dangerous. "I get it."
"They would have killed us all to get to him. We were nothing, Shego," she called her. "All they cared about was getting a trained mystical ninja in their hands."
"What did happen to…..?"
"I don't know," Jade said when Shego faltered, simply gesturing helplessly. "And I don't care. I've been dumped on before. It is, as you say, part of the biz. But this? Targeting us. Killing Drakken. Going after family, and friends? This….is personal," Kim said, her eyes glittering coldly.
"I know that look," Shego murmured. "Are you going back into the biz after all?"
"Not like you think. But not like they likely think either," she said with a smile that made even Shego shudder.
Still… Whatever you want, Kim. Whatever you need. I'm in. Dr. D was a dimwit. But he was my dimwit. So count me in."
"Good. Because I need a private meeting with two of your guests. And then we declare war on the world's spy agencies," she told her. "Starting with Jacob Phelps."
KP
Simon Anselm banged both fists on his desk as he glared at his visitors.
"Are you telling me we can't do anything? Anything at all?"
Betty Director eyed her counterpart in American Intelligence, and glared back just as potently. "Listen, Mr. Anselm, while it is true I know Kimberly as well as anyone can in our position, I cannot begin to accurately predict her actions until I know exactly what your foolish friends did to her."
"Yet you claim it was her that stole…..?"
"I would bet my underrated pension on it," Dr. Director nodded as Will said nothing, but simply stood beside her chair as she faced the man who had called her in for an immediate conference on the theft of the highly classified documents they now feared could be in the wrong hands.
Simon sagged back in his chair, swore, and swore again, only one fist banging the file before him as he finally shook his head, and looked back at her.
"It was supposed to be an easy job. A little….influence in the right places, and we would have swayed the perfect covert agent we wanted to join us without issue."
"You tried to get Kimberly to join you?"
"No, not her. Stoppable," he admitted. "Only he kept refusing us. Insisted he already had a team. One of our best conjured a ploy to put pressure on the so-called Team Possible, which should have forced him to turn to us. Only Jacob miscalculated. The whole thing turned into a fiasco, and before it was over, we lost Possible, and Stoppable."
"I could have told you that one. Just as I could have told you Phelps doesn't have a clue when it comes to probabilities. He's still playing catch-up with better, and brighter men than he'll ever be," she swore. "God," she spat, shaking her own head. "All this because that idiot thought he had a way to turn Stoppable over to your guidance?"
"It looked good on paper."
Betty shared a somber glance with Agent Du, who said nothing, those his lips thinned slightly more.
"And her parole?"
A last-ditch effort. When it became obvious the monkey-ninja wasn't coming out of the shadows, we felt he might reappear if we let her back out into the limelight."
"That one shot you in the foot good, didn't it," Betty spat.
"Just tell us what we don't know? What's likely now?"
"Now? Tell me one thing more, and I'll tell you. No, two things, because both could be critical."
"All right. But you can't ever let what I say leave this room."
Betty shot him a look that suggested the man might just be that big an idiot.
"Why Drakken? Why kill him?"
"Because we felt we'd also be neutralizing Shego. We at least got that one right," he grumbled.
"Not the way you think. Last question. Was any of this in those stolen files? Any of it?"
Simon grimaced, and nodded.
"All of it. Every detail of our past ten years of operations were included in those reports."
Even Will looked grimmer than ever.
"Then, God help you," Betty said as she stood up.
"What? That's it? What are you saying?"
"I'm saying it's all but certain that Kimberly has those files. And that she's read them. If I'm right, so has Shego." 'Then…..?"
"Then, you moron, you just had a very large bull's-eye painted on your incompetent backside, Agent Anselm. And the ladies I know are the kind to want to take aim. Understand?"
"We have to do something," Simon hissed, looking paler than ever.
"You will. Leave it in my hands. For once, try not to do anything stupid."
"Ma'am," Will asked as they left the office, and headed for their transport.
"Get me clearance to Diego Isle. I need to speak to Shego. Now."
"You're going to her island? After what you said….?"
"If Kim is there, I might get a look at her. If not, I can at least assess Shego's state of mind, and give us an idea of where we're at here."
"Don't you mean Carla?"
"No," Betty said ominously, thinking of that flawless theft. "I mean Shego."
Will had nothing to say to that.
Continued…..