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Chapter 15

For the next two days, Phillipe and Big Daddy worked on developing a few more of the Eric drones. Once they had a couple of them cloned, they immediately trained them to take over the cloning process so they wouldn't have to work anymore than they had to. After all, both were a little past middle age, and definitely over weight.

The plan was fairly simple. There were to be five groups of Eric drones, each labeled Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Epsilon. Each group would have 10 drones, maybe more in the future. At any rate, the Alpha group was about finished.

"We need to test these drones to make sure they are all completely functional, and ready for anything." Big Daddy said as he typed some information into his lap top computer. He turned to his partner. "How's that power cell doing Phillipe?"

"It's working beautifully. We've been completely off the power grid for two days now, and have used enough energy to power Go City for the next 100 years. We've only used…" He looked at a digital readout. "2 percent of the anti-matter battery reserves."

"Imagine what the rest of the world would do with all this energy? They'd probably do something foolish and bring about world peace. Hah ha ha ha!" Big Daddy threw his head back in laughter, his jowls shaking.

"That fool Drakken who is always trying to take over the world? Imagine what stupidity HE would do with it. He'd probably try to make more of those infernal 'doomsday' robots." Phillipe thought to himself for a second or two with his hand on his chin. "Speaking of self –absorbed villains, how were you planning on keeping all of them out of our hair?"

"Oh, I made sure all of the big hitters received an e-mail that an auction was going to take place for doomsday devices at their next convention. It takes place this evening, and I'm sure they've all arrived by now. Fairly soon they will all be… taken care of."

"Permanently?" Phillipe asked

"No, at least not yet. After we take over G J's defenses, we will find out where their true allegiance lies. Then we will decide who stays… and who does not." Big Daddy's face seemed to darken as he spoke the last few words.

…x x x x…

"Attention! Attention!" An emcee announced over the PA system. "Will all auction participants please go to Convention Room 2A. The auction for doomsday machines will begin in 5 minutes."

As people started to enter the room, everyone recognized each other almost immediately. Not a single villain said anything to the other as they sat down in rows of chairs. There weren't many, so they all tended to stay away from each other by either rows, or numbers of chairs.

The emcee stood in front of the room, approached the podium, and spoke again. "To make sure everyone that was invited is here, I will call your name. Please answer, so I can check you off the list."

"What is this? High School?" Shego muttered under breath as she sat by Drakken.

The emcee started down his list. "Dementor, Professor."

"Da…" Was the short response.

"Dr. Drakken and Shego."

"Present, and accounted for." He replied, hooking a thumb at Shego.

"Monkey Fist?

"Of course I'm here! Let's get on with this!" The ape man said, crossing his hairy hands across his chest.

"Motor Ed?

"Yo! Here, Dude! Seriously." He just simply couldn't wait to get his hands on some new tech.

"Senor Senior Senior?"

"I am here." Triple S answered, but appearing a little sad. His son could not make it as he was at an open try-out in New York City to try and get on this years "Cat's" troupe.

"Mr. Yapsby? Chester?"

"Back here." The skinny older man said as he stood and waved a hand.

"And last… Zorpox and Sheela."

No answer. The emcee repeated himself. "Zorpox and Sheela? Are you here?"

Shego raised her hand, as Drakken seemed to slink down in his chair and cover his face with a hand, groaning at the memory.

"Those two were… posers." She said. "I don't know how you got their names, but they actually don't exist. They were actually Kim Possible and her sidekick in disguise. Now since we all know that they're dead…"

The emcee made a swiping motion with his hand that held a pen, obviously crossing off their names. "Well… it seems that everyone is here then. I only have one thing to say to everyone."

The emcee pulled something out from under the podium and held it behind his back. He raised a hand to his ear, and spoke into a microphone attached to the cuff on his coat. A white gas immediately came billowing out of the vents as the emcee leaned closer to the microphone, said "Nighty night ", and donned the gas mask he had held behind his back.

Shego watched as everyone else in the room almost immediately succumbed to the sleeping gas. For some reason she wasn't being affected.

Maybe because of my powers. She thought, and let herself fall over, pretending to finally succumb to the gas, biding her time. She would work on a way to get out of the situation at a later time.

…x x x x…

Two days previous:

Rufus stood there on his haunches, his mouth open in mute surprise at what Kim had done to him. After all, all he did was say 'Hi'.

The room was quiet for at least 20 to 30 seconds. Kim finally picked up a cloth napkin and tried to dry off a very perturbed Rufus. She looked up at her parent's and gave a small smile.

"Hi Mom… Daddy."

The looks on her parent's faces weren't too hard to read as they both stood up, and looked at the daughter they thought was dead. Mrs. Possible's hand was visibly shaking as she it hovered in front of her mouth, and tears threatened to fall from her teal eyes.

Mr. Possible was harder to read, as he had almost a stern look. It was his eyes that betrayed him though, as a single tear fell from the corner of an eye, and caught on his day-old beard stubble.

Kim stood, and with one fluid motion tossed the napkin on the table and rushed to her parents. They too had started in her direction, but Kim arrived just after they cleared their chairs.

Sniffles and cries could be heard as Ron and Dr. Director looked at each other. Ron picked the napkin off of Rufus as Kim had carelessly plopped it down on his head, and looked at the Twins, who were getting out of their chairs to join in the family hug.

"Let's go get Rufus cleaned up, and let them be alone for bit." Betty said to Ron, who agreed and picked up his slightly sticky friend. They went into the kitchen, placed Rufus in one of the large sinks, and Ron started to draw a small bath for his friend.

In the dining area of the cafeteria, different water works were running. In the tangle of arms all attempting to hug each other, Kim finally spoke as she untied herself from the rest of her family.

"I… am so sorry you guys." She said as she wiped the tears from her face with the heel of her hand, and sniffing. "I… couldn't tell you. Dr. Director said it was so… important for my identity to be secret. Someone has developed anti-matter, and GJ believed if the world thought I was dead, the people who developed it would come out of hiding. It was a matter of… World security."

Both of the elder Possibles nodded their head, agreeing with the situation, but not fully.

Anne spoke her first coherent sentence since Kim was… ratted out. So to speak. "Oh Kimmie… I just don't see why you couldn't tell us after your father and I came here to GJ to help. I mean… we could have kept it secret."

"Mom…" Kim said almost a little perturbed. "They almost got Jim and Tim to try and get you to come out of here. Imagine what they would try if the two of you were outside of G J's protective walls, and they knew I was alive? It's still of the utmost importance that the world still thinks I am dead, so that these guys will slip up, and we find out who they are."

Ron and Dr. Director walked up to the family as Kim finished speaking.

"She's right." Dr. Director said. "Now that you know about Kim, all of you are going to have to stay here. At least until we find out who is in control of the anti-matter, and take them down. That's just too much power for one small group to have. Absolute power corrupts absolutely, you know."

"Imagine what we could do with an anti-matter power cell?" Tim said to his brother, and both began to wring their hands as ideas began to form in their heads.

"Every country would lose their dependence on oil and coal. It would be almost free energy!" James said. "It might even end… wars."

"Yes." Dr. Director said. "And wars mean money for certain people. Money that they would do anything to keep."

A silence fell over the room for about a minute as each person contemplated the horror of what had just been said.

"Well…" James said. "It looks like there's no time like the present to get going on Kim's… I mean, Quinn's… improvements."

…x x x x…

For the next few days, there was a flurry of activity in the labs at GJ, as the two Doctor Possibles made finishing touches on their respective projects, and began to install them on their daughter.

First were the capsules that Anne had developed to contain all of the medication Kim would need to keep her body in top physical form, and keep her human side from rejecting the bionics. 750 were initially made, and that would last about a year, as she had to take two a day.

"I would like to get you completely off of these eventually, Kim." Her mother said. "As soon as this is all over, I'll try to work on something."

The next improvement was the interface between synthetic and natural muscle, and it turned out to be a little more… involved. The only way the physical connections and neurons could be improved was by a direct application of specific chemicals. To do this, it required a very long needle.

When Anne entered the room with the needle, which was about 4 inches long, Kim's eyes went a big as saucers, and Ron, who was holding Kim's hand for support, reacted the only way he could. He fainted.

"I'm sorry Kim, but this is the only way. It's going to take eight of these shots. The results should be fairly instantaneous though."

"Where do they go?" Kim asked, a little nervous.

"There's eight main connections of syntho to natural muscle. There is one on each side of the chest next to the shoulder, and then the corresponding places on your back. Then in front of each hip and then on your lower back just above the glute."

"Sounds painful." Kim said. "Will it take long?"

"No, it shouldn't. Too bad Ron passed out, or he could give you some one to vent anything your feeling to."

Kim immediately got an idea, knelt to her boyfriend's side, and whispered into his ear, but not loud enough for her mother to hear. Immediately his eyes popped open. Before he could sit up, Kim placed a quick kiss on his lips, and whispered the word "Thank-you".

"What did you say to him, Kim?"

"I'll tell you later, Mom. As long as you promise not to tell Daddy what I said." She gave a sly little smile, and her mother gave a knowing nod and wink, causing Kim to blush slightly.

"Ok Kimmie, you will need to remove your shirt and lie on the table here. Please try to relax, Honey. Take Ron's hand, and try not to think of what I'm doing."

Kim slipped her shirt off, glad that she had put on a bra earlier. It was a lacey little number, but it kept her covered. Ron looked into his girlfriend's eyes and took hold of her hands. They clasped all four hands on her chest, and Dr. Possible pushed the needle in the first spot. Kim breathed in sharply and winced, squeezing Ron's hands. Immediately his MMP flared and kept his hands from being crushed to powder.

The next three shots Anne used a fresh needle, and all three resulted in the same reaction. As soon as she withdrew the needle though, the pain would immediately go away.

Dr. Anne Possible finished the four places on her daughters front, and then asked her to flip over so she could get all four on her back. Ron knelt in front of Kim as she lay on her stomach, and Kim held his hands again, her elbows resting on the long exam table.

The two in her back went just as before, but it was the two in her lower back that were especially painful. Kim involuntarily yelped when the needle hit the spot, and delivered the medicine. A small tear fell from her natural eye, and Ron just whispered to her in a soothing voice.

"Just one more, Kim. Then it's all over. You can do it."

"Are you OK dear?" Anne asked.

Kim went to say she was fine, but Ron answered. "Yeah, I'm OK."

"I think she meant me, Ron." Kim said in a slightly admonishing tone.

"Oh, Right. Sorry."

"Last one Kim, here we go." Kim shut her eyes and ground her teeth at the pain she felt. Her hands squeezed with all her bionic might, and Ron just sat there looking into her eyes, his hands glowing a bight blue, protecting him from her incredible strength.

When Anne finished, Kim breathed out hard. "Whew! I'm glad that's over."

"Your muscles may be a little sore for the next day or so, nothing to be worried about." She paused a bit, noticing the looks that Kim and Ron were giving each other as she still lay on the table. Ron touched his forehead to Kim's, and Anne sighed at the display of affection between the two.

"Are you ready for your Father's improvements now?" Anne asked her daughter.

Yeah, I think so." Kim said as she pushed herself up, and swung a leg off the table. She felt a little sore, but nothing more than what she would feel after a hard workout.

Kim and Ron walked hand in hand to the lab, and entered. They found James making minor adjustments to some equipment, and he looked up as they entered.

"Jim, Tim!" He called out. "They're here!" The twins stepped out from behind a bank of computers, each one looking like they had crawled from underneath a car.

"You just need to sit down over here, Kimmie-cub, and I should be able to do this for you in less than 10 minutes."

"OK, Daddy." Kim sat down, and Ron stood by her side, holding her right hand.

"Uh… Ronald?" James said. "I'm going to need Kim's hand."

"Oh, Sorry, Mr. Dr. P."

"Now, the trick here," James said, talking to himself, "Is getting past the self-sealing skin."

He placed a small object against the palm of her hand that looked like a car alarm transmitter, and pressed a series of four buttons that were on it. He then picked up a small scalpel and placed the blade on her hand.

"You may want to look away Ronald, if you're at all squeemish." Ron closed his eyes for a few seconds, and opened them to see a flap of skin folded over in the palm of Kim's hand. Inside he saw a skeleton of steel, and wire bundles.

"Whoah…" He said, as he looked closely at his girlfriend's hand.

"Excuse me, Ronald." James said, as he needed to get to her hand.

With small tools and skilled hands, James Possible threaded small wires around the intricate circuits, and then picked up a small device from the table. He placed it inside her hand, and then made solder-less connections. A small plate slid over the area he had worked on to protect it, and then he folded the flap of skin over. He placed the small transmitter on her palm again, pressed the buttons, and the skin molded together, looking like it had before.

"What's that do, Mr. Dr. P.?" Ron asked.

"It's a communication and listening device of my own design. Hold your hand up to your ear, and it will amplify sound waves and direct them to your ear. One little quirk though, you need to hold your hair out of the way. Something to do with hair blocking a certain wavelength of sound. Also, just hold your index finger to your ear like your holding a phone, and speak. That's your communication link." He paused, taking a breath.

"OK, Kim, that's all for today. The rest will be done tomorrow, as it will take a little longer."

"What's left, Daddy?"

"Software upgrade, installation of the back-up system, and then ESD protection. I'll see you two in the morning, bright and early. Say… 7 O'clock?"

"Sure thing, Daddy." Kim said.

Ron's response was less enthusiastic. "Aww Mann!"

"Just remember Ronald…" James said straight to his face. "Now that we know this is Kimmy, I want YOU to know that I still have plans for that deep-space probe. Kapisch?"

"Yes, Sir." The two walked out hand in hand again, and James Possible chuckled to himself as he watched them leave.

"OK boys…" He said, looking at his twin sons. "We need to get ready for tomorrow. There can't be ANY distractions while installing the ESD protection. Even just one second less than the required time I've calculated, and it would fail on the first pulse.

…x x x x…

"Alpha group is finished." Eric Drone A-1 said as he walked up to his two bosses.

"Good…" Big Daddy said. "Then you will all have a trial by fire. Five of you will go to G J's home base, and the other five will go to the minor base that Mr. Hom located not too long ago." He lowered his head at the memory of his close friend and bodyguard. "Whatever you do, do NOT forget those EMP grenades, as we need to shut down the entire facility. Both of them."

To be continued…

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Well, it seems like all I've done is write transition chapters. Sorry… I PROMISE that the next chap will have action galore!