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Kim Possible: Bad Girls
Original Story By Twisted-Wun & LJ58
Edited and Reposted (With Permission) by LJ58
6
"I wish I could have seen his face," Shego sniggered. "I mean, in person, not just on the holo-cam you used to record him," she amended.
"How did our other deception work?"
"Two fizzled, but we still had fourteen look-alikes out there running GJ, and their errand boys ragged."
"Good. I'll have to thank Arbiter for finding so many close doubles we could use the holo-emitters on."
"You trust him not to use those devices for his own purposes?"
"Not for a second. Which is why they're rigged to self-destruct after a certain time, or if they try to use them for anything but what I intended," Kim smirked as she leaned over the laptop where she was currently typing furiously as numbers and symbols scrolled before her eyes.
"Yeah, he'll like that one. So, how is it going?"
"I've rerouted all fifty million through five dozen ghost accounts, and laundered it through another five hundred legitimate banks. By the time the money is put into the real account I set up, it will be clean, and untraceable. And only I will know the account, or the pin."
"Congratulations, Princess. You just made the big-time," Shego grinned.
Kim gave her a feral smirk as she told her, "I'm just getting started. Check out the new web page I sent to UTip-Leaks."
Shego glanced to the standard PC setting in her den, and gaped as the page came up.
"Holy…..! Kimmie, you just blew away the rules with this one. They'll be coming after you with blood in their eyes."
"Good. Angry people make mistakes. Really angry people tend to shoot themselves in the….foot."
Shego said nothing to that as she saw the first few pages of a very sensitive document censored only to hide names and locations, but giving away some very blatant details on some very high level operations that had been glossed over in the past as terrorist activities, or accidents.
The entries were under a file titled 'Your Government is Killing You!'
"Subtle," she murmured, and read some entries that surprised even her. Buried in the first twenty listings was the operation that killed Dr. Drakken to undermine Team Possible. Reason, or reasons unknown, but the operational details were put out for all to see.
"One way or another, I will have the truth shoved down their throats."
"With both fists, I'm guessing?"
Kim only smiled, and kept typing on the notebook she now carried with her at all times.
"So, why isn't your computer nerd helping? Wasn't this his kind of thing?"
Kim sighed, then Shego saw the smile was gone. Kim was looking miserable again.
"Kim?"
"Wade ghosted on me. He…. Even he believed I was guilty in the end. He actually told me he was disappointed in me. Then he vanished. But I learned enough from him, and a few other scientists, to manage on my own," she told her somberly. "Enough to know I am better off trusting no one."
"Not even me," Shego asked her quietly.
Kim studied her intently for a moment, then murmured, "I'm trying. But you have to admit, we did spend a half dozen years trying to kill each other."
"No. I was just playing," Shego smiled wanly at her.
"Playing, was it," Kim's thin lips quirked slightly.
"Well, yeah," Shego actually blushed. "It was…fun. Wasn't it," she asked almost timidly now.
Kim continued to study her.
"Oddly enough, it was, Shego. Yeah. It was fun."
"I missed you, too, Princess," she murmured, and walked up to daringly put her hands on her shoulders.
"Those were….better times, weren't they?"
"Yeah. So…. Even your folks?"
"Yeah. Everyone bailed. When they let me out, I found out they had moved. No forwarding address. I couldn't even find Uncle Slim. They all just….went away."
"Damn. No wonder you were so….. Well, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere," she told the redhead who had washed out her dye as part of her 'Return' ploy. She impulsively slid her arms down and around the younger woman, embracing her.
To her genuine surprise, Kim turned, and even returned the embrace.
This wasn't a drunken new year's kiss. This wasn't a teasing game. Kim put her head on her shoulder, holding her tight, and suddenly began to cry.
"It's all right, Kimberly," she murmured, stroking her red mane. "I won't go anywhere. You have my promise. And I never break my promises."
Kim said nothing as she simply clung to her. And for the first time in many years, just cried.
KP
"What if we brought in the Possibles?"
"Know where they went, do you," Betty asked Simon. "As I recall from the details you let slip, you censored all contact with their daughter, and ensured they remained out of touch until they took off on their own just to get away from you people."
"Her hacking friend?"
"No one knows where he is anymore. It's a sure bet he's cut himself from anyone in the field after he felt Kimberly betrayed their own principles."
The head of the Agency frowned.
"Damn it," the man spat. "We paid her off, and she still leaked key elements of past missions. We have have no less than nine different countries screaming at the President just now, all demanding formal apologies, and even reparations."
"Sorry. GJ doesn't get involved in internal political squabbles. Remember? After all, you did help rewrite our charter."
Simon glared.
"So, what is your advice?"
"Cooperate."
"Cooperate!? With a…..a terrorist?"
"Hmmmm. And yet again you overlook the fact that you created this one. You turned an ally into an implacable enemy. Seems to be a recurring theme with you gentlemen," she pointed out.
"Posturing aside," Simon finally hissed as he eyed the only other person in the private office just then. "Would she carry out her threats?"
"You tell me. Operation Bluebell?"
Simon shook his head. "That was Hinton's operation. Start to end. He thought he had a way to manage the ninja, just like I said, and he took it. It was approved by HO without problem."
"I could have told you it wouldn't work. Team Possible didn't work by the rules you understand. Stoppable was a sidekick the way you are a boss. Understand?"
Simon just frowned.
Betty just shook her head.
"The point is, you couldn't have made Ronald work for you if you put a gun to Kimberly's head, and ordered him to cooperate. If anything, you'd have had two….."
Simon had the sense to glance away.
"You didn't?"
Simon remained silent.
"Stoppable's early parole. His subsequent disappearance? You tried to pressure him again. Didn't you?"
"The Secretary felt that if he understood the woman's future well-being were…..compromised…."
"Hinton hasn't got a brain in his head, and you listened to him? God, he's worse than Phelps. You two really have made a mess of things. No wonder I can't even get Yamanouchi to listen to me anymore."
Simon fell silent again.
Just as the phone rang, and his secretary told him, "Call on line three, sir. They say it's urgent."
"Who?"
"They said it was an Alpha-Two-Alpha call, sir."
Simon snatched up the phone, and barked, "Secretary Hinton? What's happened now…..?"
"Hello, Simon," a low, obviously feminine voice murmured as Betty's keen hearing caught the tone.
She reached over, and pressed the speaker button, and it told her how shaken he was that Simon didn't argue.
"Kimberly, it's Dr. Direc….."
"I know, Dr. Director," Kimberly replied smoothly. "I've got a very good shot of you. A very good shot," she told them pointedly. "Now, it's four days into the deadline, and I haven't heard that sniveling errand boy saying anything of import just yet. So I want Simple Simon there to play another game today. It's called 'duck, duck, goose."
Betty gasped, lunged forward, and shoved Simon to the ground even as the window behind him exploded, and something impacted the far wall.
"Still there?"
"We're here, Kimberly. Listen, I know you were….."
"Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup. I'm talking now. You're listening. Ready for the rules?"
"We're listening," a very shaken Simon rasped as he clambered to his knees, looking not at the phone, but at the wall where a very high-tech arrow was impaling his portrait of the current president. Right through the forehead.
"Here's my game. You have ten minutes to evacuate the building, and then my arrow releases a special nerve toxin that will put you all into irreversible comas. I'm not bluffing, and don't try to tamper with it, or it goes off now. If you think I'm playing, ask the backstabbing harpy. I used her formula for XM-798. This is to remind you that your confession period has one day left, only one, before I assume you decided to ignore me. Oh, and one last thing. Your ten minutes starts now," Kim told them, and the line went dead.
Betty swore even as the arrow chirped, and a blinking light flashed on a slender cylinder on the bolt. She shoved Simon aside again, and slapped the emergency evacuation button on his desk.
"You can't….!"
"We have ten minutes. She's not joking. I recognize the canister, and XM is what put my brother into a coma. Anyone that breathes that stuff is as good as dead. We need a four block perimeter until it dissipates, and we need to go! Now!"
Simon didn't look back as the people around them surged for the stairs and elevators.
KP
"I'm on the top floor," the voice rasped as the bulky figure moved through the halls, and toward the main offices. "Still not picking up any traces of the pathogen on the scanner."
"It might have been contained in my office," Simon said over the radio. "We closed the door on the way out. Be careful when you open the door."
"That's why I'm wearing a D-Con suit," Will Du drawled as he held up the airborne sensor. "Still nothing. I'm opening the door now. Outer office is still clean. Going into the inner office now."
"Will? What is it? What did you find?"
"You're not going to like it," Will predicted, staring at the gaping safe, and the charred word literally burned into the wall.
"Sukkerz," the daring taunt declared.
He had little doubt who had done it.
"Dr. Director. Omega One is definitely active, and working with Possible."
"Son-of-a-bitch," his usually composed boss spat bitterly when he transmitted the image of the vandalized wall, and the open safe.
Betty, meanwhile, turned to Simon.
"What did you have in that safe?"
Simon looked genuinely ill.
"Anselm," she spat. "What was in there?"
"Ju-Just…..daily reports. A few grand. And….."
"And," she snapped, ignoring the federal officers around them.
"The…. The current program updates to the President's football."
Betty suddenly looked as pale as Simon.
Turning away, she snapped at her communications officer, and demanded, "Get me the President. Don't argue, hook me up, now!"
KP
"Think they'll figure it out?"
"Are you kidding? Even Betty tends to think two-dimensionally. I mean, hello? The Ron Factor?"
"I read about that in Villain's Quarterly," Shego giggled as they flew back to the island to prepare for their next operation.
"You so did not," the redhead actually laughed.
"Oh, yeah. We had our own moles, and when we read about that one, we laughed for days. Of course, Gemini took it all seriously, and we heard how that one went, too. He couldn't show himself at the usual meets for a long time after that one blew up in his face."
"I'll bet. Still, you should have seen Betty and Sheldon having a slap-down when they met that day. Talk about issues!"
"I always knew she was a control freak, though. But, still, sticking her own brother in a coma just to 'save the world.'"
"I can see where he had to be stopped in the end," Kim sighed. "Still, you're right. That was cold. That was past cold, it was frigid."
"And you wonder why I turned my back on the whole hero biz. Trust me, the only real heroes in this world are clueless dupes. Everyone else is just a poser."
"I guess I was just a clueless dupe," Kim remarked grimly.
"You were honest, Kimmie," Shego told her as they flew on over the ocean, masking by stealth, and her low flight just over the waves. "Only no one told you that honesty isn't always the best policy."
"I figured it out," she murmured.
"So, what next?"
"Next? I'm going to try to reach out, and touch somebody," she smiled.
KP
"Stoppable-San," the lithe, black-haired ninja woman ran into the room where he was meditating, and floating four feet off the floor. "I bear important news."
His eyes opened, but they were not hazel. They were bright blue. The same blue as the faint aura surrounding his entire body.
"What news, Yori," he asked quietly, showing no alarm.
"Our brothers in Kyoto just sent word that the car you hid there is gone."
"Someone took it," he asked quietly.
"No, Stoppable-San. It….took itself. Tomaz assured me it simply started on its own, and flew away."
Ron's thin lips quirked as he slowly put his feet down at the same moment the aura faded. "As expected. It is time to go, Yori. Things will happen very fast now. Kimberly will need our help."
"Our help, Stoppable-San," she frowned.
"Hai. If we do not help her, she will damn herself, and the world with her. We must stop her, for her own sake."
"I see. You have had a vision?"
"Hai. Not that it was needed. I have known Kimberly long enough to know she is often her own worst enemy."
"She is a strong, and proud warrior," Yori murmured as he turned to pack a small satchel.
"She is my past. But if we are to have a future, she must be shown another way."
"It will be my honor to assist you, Ron-San," she smiled at him, and quickly left to pack her own bag.
KP
"Holy…. Are these what I think they are," Shego asked as Kim returned to her little notebook, and began typing something that even she recognized this time, because she once had seen similar codes on an ill-advised mission of her own.
"The President's nuclear arming codes," Kim smiled. "Director Anselm just gave me control of the world's nuclear arsenals."
"The….world's," Shego asked quietly, staring at Kim as if not quite seeing her until that moment.
The redhead only grinned.
"Oh, yeah. Once I had his codes, extrapolating, and deducing the arming codes for similar systems was child's play," she smirked. "I now control every nuclear weapon on the planet. Including the nine missiles hidden in Tehran's underground bunkers."
Shego found she had nothing to say to that. Nothing at all.
Kim glanced back at her, eyeing the stack of papers taken from other key offices during their raid. "What about the Intel we picked up. Anything valuable?"
"Tons of stuff. You could blackmail half the world leaders with this stuff forever," she admitted dryly. I only gave Arbiter the least of it. I kept the best."
"You aren't really going to…..use those codes? Are you," Shego asked uneasily.
Kim snorted.
"Please. You think I want to live on a glowing rock? No, this is just to get their attention. They think that they can keep playing games as usual. That they can just ignore us because we're girls." she spat. "Well, I'm just reminding them who the deadlier of the species can be," she smiled, and even Shego was once more unnerved by that smirk on her face.
She started to wonder if maybe Kim hadn't stepped way over a line she had not even noticed until now.
"Then again," Kim shrugged. "If they leave me with nothing, why should I leave them with….anything?"
"Kim!"
"Teasing," Kim smiled back at her, closing the notebook.
Only Shego had to wonder. She had to wonder a lot.
"I'm going to go brief Camille on the final phase of this operation, and then I'll be back," she told her.
Shego only nodded.
And waited.
And waited.
Kim did not come back.
Only three hours later, after seeking out the fallen heiress, did she learn what happened. Kim had strolled down to the beach when a small car actually drove up out of the water onto the beach. Kim climbed inside, and drove back into the water.
She never came back.
Shego was still trying not to panic when a small, sleek mini-jet set down near her villa, and the most unlikely face of all appeared as Ron Stoppable jumped out.
"I'm only looking for Kim," he told her when Shego tensed, not sure what was going on now.
"So am I. I think she's about to do something….stupid," she admitted, noting Ron's gaze as he glanced to the flight bag in her hands.
She had been on her way to the airstrip to try to find Kim. Only the world was a big place, and she couldn't imagine where to look.
"Tell me what happened," Ron demanded.
"Stoppable-San has had a vision of disaster," the young ninja girl that made Shego jealous of her youth and figure as she jumped gracefully down to join them. "We must find Possible-San before….."
"I think your vision is already coming true," Shego moaned, and told him in a nutshell what had been going on.
"I know what's going on," Betty said as she shocked them all by coming out of the woods just then. Behind her, two GJ agents followed, but none were carrying weapons. None of them looked happy.
"Dr. Director," Ron merely murmured as Shego just glared.
"I just heard from Secretary Hinton. He was finally….persuaded to tell us of a few details overlooked in the official accounts."
"What details," Shego demanded, glaring at her.
"It seems that while the Agency was trying to sway her into cooperating with them," Will told them, he being one of the two agents with Betty, "They used a reverse polarizer on her."
"Oh, no," Shego groaned.
"So, she found her own dark side," Ron nodded, remembering his own foray into the dark side.
"Worse than that," Betty reminded him. "She just took control of the President's nuclear launch codes."
"No. She took control of the world's nuclear launch codes," Shego told her.
Betty looked paler than the white sands on her beaches.
"Will she launch them," Betty demanded of Shego.
"I don't know," Shego told her. "God help me, I don't know. She's been getting…..moodier lately. Like she is giving up on…..everything. Everyone," she said, looking away as she shook her head.
"Where would she go," Will asked them both, looking far less reserved than usual.
Ron's eyes glittered. "Where it began," he said, and climbed back into his jet. "Coming," he asked Shego.
"Stoppable…..?"
"I'm going to ask you to stay out of this, Dr. Director," Ron told her somberly. "If she sees any of your people, it may only set her off."
"I'll hold back, but the authorities need to know…."
"If they push her, she will launch," Ron told her somberly. "I have foreseen it. Now give us time to stop this catastrophe, before you try making another."
Shego didn't hesitate. She jumped up into the jet with the two ninja, squeezing in with the younger woman, and then Ron slid the cockpit down and into place as Betty just watched them go.
"We aren't following."
"No need. I know where he's going."
"Then we should…."
"We should listen to him. Remember, he's the mystical monkey-master now. That wasn't the sidekick that we just saw. It was the warrior he's become. We'll give him time to do what he can. Meanwhile, we'll have people standing by."
"Where?"
"Middleton, of course."
"Of course," Will grumbled.
Continued….