It's Addictive: Chapter 16

I.

Will Du listened to the low chatter from the other table, his miniaturized amplifier, issued only to top agents like himself, stuck in his left ear. His sister had been behaving very oddly, the last week, even for her. Throughout his career, his sister had embarrassed him over and over. It was only right that he maintain surveillance on her, in order to be prepared for whatever trouble she had got herself, and him, into this time. The group of female agents around his sister looked like a gaggle of giddy girls giggling about their dates. The whispers, blushes, and eager looks screamed danger to Will. One more adjustment and he would hear...

"Agent Du? You're wanted at the front desk."

Du jerked his head irritably toward the agent beside him. "I'm off duty. What do they want?"

"I don't know, but it sounded urgent."

Standing reluctantly, Du headed for the exit. "All right, all right. But what's going on?"

The agent shrugged.

II.

"I feel so stupid." Melody whispered into Little Mary's shoulder.

"So feel stupid, but don't stop crying." Little Mary retorted softly. "How do you think I feel?"

Melody let out a soft wail, hiding her face deeper in Little Mary's shoulder. "If this doesn't work, I'm going to kill Bonnie."

"You'll have to get in line. Now get ready, the elevator's opening."

Melody peeked around Little Mary's body, "Which one is he?" She whispered.

"Possible said he was about nineteen, thin, with short black hair." Little Mary cut her eyes to the men entering the room. "She also said he was an arrogant ass so it's got to be that strutting one on the left, the other guy's too old."

Melody drew a deep breath, "Show time." She broke from Little Mary, launching herself into Du's startled arms, "Willy! Oh, Willy!" She sobbed.

"Who...who...what..." Du managed, just before Little Mary's fist ushered him into la-la land.

III.

"This has got to be the stupidest plan I've ever heard of. It even tops Ron's 'stealing Christmas' theory." Kim groused as she stomped toward the location of the GJ access tube.

"GG there, GF?" Monique laughed.

"I am not greedy. I'm not! It's just, just...he's my BF, dammit, and I haven't been able to...to..."

"Keep him all to yourself?" Suzie snapped. "You're greedy, Kim, face it."

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are." Amelia stated matter of factly, "Just like the rest of us would be if we had your opportunitys."

"What opportunitys?" Kim snarled. "For the last few days, every time I think I have a chance, one of you pops up, or a mission is called, or Ron gets kidnapped, or...or..." She stuttered to a stop, drawing a deep breath. "Anyway, after I rescue..."

"We, girlfriend, after 'we' rescue Ron."

"Whatever, Ron and I are going to have a long talk."

"Gonna have a horizontal 'argument', Kim?" Tara giggled. "Can I help?"

Kim stopped in her tracks, head bowed, gloved fists clenched at her sides. "The next one who mentions getting personal with Ron is going to get up close and personal with sixteen kinds of kung-fu." She gritted. "Am I understood?"

A chorus of giggles answered her. Kim groaned, then pulled out her Kimmunicator. "Wade? Have you hacked GJ's tube system yet?"

"Just waiting on you, Kim." Her tech genius grinned, "There are two entrances at your location. Stand whoever is going with you thirty inches to your right. Then have the others step up in twenty second intervals. I'll keep punching 'till they stop."

"Spankin'" Kim enthused before blushing deeply. As her friends snickered, she muttered, "I am so going to hurt him." Ignoring her flaming face, she turned to her posse, "All right, Monique, you come with me. Your Pain King moves might help. Jessica, you've studied Judo, pick a partner and then come next. Then the rest of you, two at a time." She turned and pointed Monique to her side, "Okay, Wade, go." Instantly the portal opened, a faint whoosh was heard, and the two girls vanished.

IV.

Ron had been captured enough times in his adventures with Kim that he knew to pretend helplessness until he had something to work with. He continued his unconscious act as he attempted to get his bearings. Okay, he was in some kind of solution, he had a breathing mask on, he was restrained, and he didn't have anything on! Well some kind of briefs, but they felt much smaller than his boxers. He could hear voices, but couldn't make out the words. When he cracked his eyes open, the fluid did not burn. However, he still could not see through the thick liquid. He decided to meditate while he was helpless, in preparation for the coming fight.

"Very nice, Dr. Director, where is it from?" Shego asked, taking a sip from her glass.

"A small winery in Germany, it's a Reine-Hessen. But, please, we're off duty, call me Betty."

"Alright, Betty, call me Sherry."

"Sherry? That's not the name in your records."

"New name, long story. Elizabeth."

"How did you..." Betty controlled herself. "All right, Sherry, care to tell me what it stands for?" She could have sworn the green woman blushed.

"Ah, no, maybe some other time." Sherry looked over at the regeneration case. "When do we wake him up?"

"All automatic. When the biometric readings are correct, the case will drain itself and open." Betty explained. "In the meantime, would you like to see more of my little pied-a-terre? And possibly get into something a little more, ah, comfortable?"

"Are we going to start the clothes thing again?" Sherry growled, "I think my dress is fine."

Betty held both hands up palm out, "No, no, nothing wrong with your outfit. I just thought we might get into something a little more 'comfortable', if you get my drift." She wiggled her eyebrows.

"A little more comfortable," Sherry puzzled, "This skirt is comf...Ohhhh, you mean 'comfortable'." She grinned. "Let's, before he comes around."

"I have a dark scarlet outfit that I think will work just perfectly for you." Betty grinned as the two left the room.

V.

The two agents leaped from their chairs, grabbing Little Mary. "What do you think you're doing?" The male agent asked. The agent accompanying Du just stared at his unconscious colleague.

Holding tight to Little Mary, the female agent frowned, "I understand, Miss, if the slime ball had gotten my little sister pregnant, I'd want to deck him, too, but we have procedures."

Little Mary continued to struggle, while Melody sobbed and wailed on Du's chest. "She's only thirteen!" Little Mary bellowed, attempting to surge forward toward Du.

"Thirteen? Maybe..." The distaff agent began.

"No, we are not letting her go." The male agent snarled, "We are calling security."

"What if it was your daughter?" Little Mary yelled. "Attempting to kick Du. His accompanying agent grabbed her swinging leg.

In the commotion and chaos, neither agent noticed Bonnie and Carol behind them. The two reached and placed a small disk on each agent's neck.

"What the..." the male agent managed before collapsing.

Bonnie grinned at Little Mary and Melody. "Good work guys. Now we just plug Wade into the elevators and we're in."

The lobby filled with the other girls.

VI.

"All right, Monique, the compact was enough for these four, but now we have to find the the main blowers." Kim smiled.

"I am going to have to do something nice for Wade," Monique chortled, "No fighting, just walking on the sleeping bodies."

"Only if we get this into the vents before the alarm goes off." Kim cautioned, holding up the 20 oz. can of compressed sleeping gas.

"You go, girl. You can do anything." Monique grinned.

"Let's make that we, and let's get Ron out of here before the others show." Kim grinned evilly.

"That's my girl!" Monique grinned back.

VII.

Lying on the couch, faking sleep, Ron listened to the two women laugh. "So, they want some monkey lovin', huh. Well, let's see what they think of the Monkey King.

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AN: This is rapidly coming to a conclusion. One more chapter to tie everything up and an epilogue. I'll have them up shortly.

I want to thank all those who voted for "It's Addictive" in the Fannie awards. I was stunned and very, very honored that you liked my little tale that much. This and the others will be finished, and I'll start posting new stories. Until then, thank you again.

Many thanks to daywalker82 for the quick proofreading and content suggestions. Too many times I miss the small puntuation he catches.