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Kim Possible: Darker Destiny

By LJ58

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Shego took off from Middleton in a hover pod after planting the emitters, heading back to her jet she left at a safe distance.

You never know when, or if, Dr. Dimwit would actually listen.

Sometimes he did.

Sometimes he got impatient to try some new idea, and that was when people got hurt, and the dying started. Like the time his 'solar farm' vaporized most of the Midwest, leaving a desert sized hole in the middle of a once prosperous nation.

Ironically, he turned most of Canada into a new bread basket with a series of massive nursery farms using his new mutagen that grew plants anywhere, in any environment. He just ensured he didn't grow too much, because as he put it, he didn't want fat people in his world.

She didn't intend to call the Doc until she was back on her jet, and on her way to her next stop. Once away from the palace, she decided to have a night out, and was heading for California for a little real sunning.

True, Hollywood was defunct these days, but there was still a lot of nice beach out there since Drew passed a law that no one could live on the coast except him. Never mind, his palace now occupied what had once been New York, and he never went anywhere except to wage his wars, or toy with new tech. He didn't want anyone living on a coast, for fear it might somehow make others think less of him.

As if they could.

She had the men load the pod back into her private jet once she arrived, and then waited for the captain to signal he was refueled before she climbed back on board. She didn't like to take chances.

She had once had a saboteur use her refueling stop to try to blow up a jet she was on.

He failed, obviously, because she was tougher than most realized.

She just hated losing a perfectly good aircraft. So she waited, and kept an eye on everyone around her bird.

Nodding to the local guard outside the Denver airport, she had them cordon off her runway, and then climbed onto the aircraft to signal the captain to take off. She settled into her seat, and waited for a drink while they taxied, and smiled as she pondered just how long she could make Blue-boy wait before he called demanding an update.

She was pretty sure she could bluff him for a day. Maybe two.

Drewbie had no clue how the real world worked outside his laboratory, and yet he still issued silly orders about how to make others live.

She carried them out just to give him a sense he was in charge.

In reality, she had been letting their many sycophants and regional governors run the empire he had carved out of the former Americas for years. All she did was keep them in line, and usually that let everything run pretty smoothly.

Unless someone like that idiot harpy rose, and tried to bring her down.

That woman had to have been insane to have thought she could actually fight her one-on-one, though. Why she thought she could use her pathetic skills to stop her was beyond credence, but she wouldn't be trying again. Not in this world.

Of course, it helped her little errand boy tipped them off, and told her all Bets' tricks, and secrets. The little snitch was the kind she knew, and exploited all over the world. So busy looking out for himself, he didn't even stop to consider anyone else.

She made him a judge/executioner somewhere in South America. It seemed a good fit. The errand boy did seem obsessed with rules, and that place needed a few.

"Rollie," she called the pilot over her intercom. "How far out are we?"

"We're forty minutes from Old L.A., Lady Shego," the captain's voice replied.

"Sounds good. Wake me when we get there," she told him. "I'm taking a nap."

"Yes, Lady Shego," the man replied dutifully.

Shego settled in her custom built seat, and reclined back. She didn't mind the deference. She didn't mind the fear and respect. She certainly didn't mind the power, or getting anything she wanted, when she wanted.

It was just she was so…bored.

KP

"We just received word that the emperor is about to test some new technology atop Mount Middleton," Vivian Porter told the group as they huddled around the stone used as a table in the cavern not far from the Tri-City valley. "We aren't sure what it is, but we have to accept that if it is his…."

"It's bad news," Ron Stoppable agreed.

"Very bad," Felix nodded. "So, do we try to sabotage it like the last one?"

"Unfortunately, we can't. He's gotten….. I hate to say smarter. But he's using a long-range, satellite interface to activate the weapon. It could be that he's only waiting for us to show so he can trigger it when any of us show."

"And if we don't," Brick asked. "How many die this time?"

"Yori and I will go," Ron said quietly when everyone looked grim, no one answering.

"You," Vivian asked. "Ron, you just got back, and….."

"No one knows that region better than we do. No one is more capable of defending ourselves. We're also the stealthiest pair here," he added. "Let's face it, most of your other field agents are still in medical after that last fiasco in St. Louis."

The former robotics expert sighed, but couldn't argue.

She was but one of many forced out of her field by a madman that refused to have anyone smarter than he was working in his 'perfect' nation. Rather than end up another piece of fluff in the clubs servicing the man's lackeys, she ran for the Wastelands herself, bringing two of her best robots, and a wealth of knowledge with her. The robots were long since gone, having sacrificed themselves to save lives in past operations.

"All right. But only if Dash agrees," she nodded, naming the underground's current leader.

Dash Damont, once head of a band of true heroes, fled certain death himself after his teammates turned on him to curry favor with the emperor. Dash had taught them all a great deal about surviving in extreme conditions, and their secret colony would have been doomed from the start without his efforts. It had been he who first found, and brought in Dr. Director, but even he had not been able to stop that woman from trying to face Shego alone.

"I'll talk to him on my way out," Ron said, his tone implying he was going either way. "Meanwhile, everyone needs to lay low until this….new experiment is over. Just in case it is a trap."

"Yet you still intend….?"

"Dr. P," Ron cut her off. "Someone has to find out what is going on out there. We both know what happens when we wait too long for answers."

Vivian couldn't counter that one as Ron and Yori left the cavern. She was still grimacing over the last fiasco they had faced when she talked them into staying back when Drakken's lackeys turned loose mutant hybrids in the Wastelands. What she had felt was a ploy then proved only to be the emperor cleaning out his overcrowded labs of monstrous experiments. Experiments that quickly went to ground, and began to reproduce.

Now, anyone venturing out into the once lifeless barrens was taking their lives into their own hands. Even the emperor's people didn't unnecessarily visit now. Not unless they were dropping off more trouble, and bringing a great deal of firepower.

"All right. Just….be careful," Vivian sent after him. "We can't afford to lose you. Either of you."

"No big, Dr. P," Ron shot over his shoulder. "It's a walk in the park."

"Hai. A big, dry sandy park," Yori added as she eyed her friend.

Ron only chortled, and kept going.

KP

"Lady Shego," the pilot buzzed her on the intercom as they were flying back toward the palace after a full five days of sweet, relaxing peace and quiet. Even Blue-boy didn't call her. Not once. Which meant that either things were going very well for a change. Or, he was ignoring all the usual trouble again.

Frankly, she was betting on the latter.

Which was why she sighed when the pilot buzzed.

"What," she growled.

"We have a priority call out of Middleton, Lady Shego," the pilot informed her. "Governor Barkin is calling."

"What's that jerk want now," she sighed, wishing she had dropped him in a shark tank when she had the chance.

"Lady, he claims they have a Glyph at the local assessment center. He wants to know what he should do."

Shego blinked, then grinned.

"Is he actually saying he has a problem he can't hammer into oblivion with his less than capable skills," she chortled. "This, I have to see. All right, divert, and take us to Middleton. I want to see this one myself. Could be good for a laugh."

"But, Lady Shego, if there is a Glyph, shouldn't the emperor be notified," her hitherto silent aide sitting across the aisle from her asked fearfully.

She glowered at the nondescript man holding a PDA.

"And what would he do if we called?"

The man whimpered.

Wuss.

"What," she barked, as she felt the aircraft turning.

It was a sweet ride, but she still missed flying her own jet. Too bad every time she tried, someone tried blowing it out of the sky. Now, they at least hesitated, since it meant they weren't sure if anyone of importance were aboard or not when she flew the 'company' jets.

Or if it were another trap to lure the jerks still protesting Drakken's rule out.

Still, she missed flying herself.

Alone.

"Well," she growled when the wimp still hadn't answered as she glared at him.

"He…. He….. Would likely….."

"Call me, and tell me to deal with it. Well, this is me, dealing with it. So shut up, and put it in my 'To do' list, moron."

She rolled her eyes as the man quickly opened the electronic day-planner that was linked to the palace computers to keep the emperor aware of her activities, and her schedule so he didn't lose track of her. Or bother her when she didn't want to be bothered.

Even the emperor knew that could be a dangerous thing of late.

"Yo, Rollie," she called the pilot over the intercom he had already closed. "Stevie say what kind of Glyph this was?"

"No, Lady Shego. Only that he was holding one, and awaiting instructions."

"He's actually holding out on me, huh? Don't know if that makes me more curious, or more furious," she said blandly as the aide beside her shuddered at her too casual tone.

"Grow a pair," she growled when she noticed. "Jeez, you'd think you were about to get tossed out a hatch."

He actually paled even more.

"Well, not today," she shrugged. Then perversely added, "I don't think."

She was actually surprised to see him actually trying to shrink down into his seat.

She'd laugh, if it weren't so pathetic.

KP

"Ron, wait," Ben shouted as he loped after him.

"Yo, Brick. What is it," Ron paused to look back toward him as Yori kept her eyes on the horizon before them. Standing just outside the colony defenses, you never knew what waited for you. Being careless even this close to refuge was a sure way to die.

It had happened all too often.

"We just got word," the big former jock told him grimly. Dash said to keep extra close eyes on Middleton. Word is, Shego herself may be in the area overseeing this one."

"Shego," Yori hissed, turning to eye the man.

Ron looked beyond grim now.

They all knew that Yori's cousin Hirotaka had died at her hands when the Enforcer had tried to take out Yamanouchi years ago in the emperor's rise to power. To this day, they didn't know if anyone else had survived, or not. Yori had only survived because she had been bringing Ron's adopted sister home.

There was an irony in that she arrived just as Drakken's Enforcer struck at Yamanouchi, the blue man's lieutenant Monkey Fist having warned him of their power, and likelihood they would interfere. His parents took Hanna, and fled the country at the time. Ron took Yori, still high on Drakken's kill list, and fled for the mountains, and the region beyond that soon became known as the Wastelands after Drakken got through with the Midwest.

"This is confirmed," Ron finally asked.

"Dash's inside man confirmed it himself. Shego personally appeared in Middleton carrying something big for the emperor. No one knows what, or why, though. They only know it's now on top of Mount Middleton."

"Then we should waste no more time," Yori declared. "Come, Stoppable-San. We must learn what deviltry is climbing from the pit now."

"Agreed. Thanks, Brick. Watch your own back while we're gone," he said pointedly.

"Hey, monkey-boy," The bigger man grinned. "We're not all helpless runaways," he smirked, and patted the rifle he cradled in one hand. "Just go do what you do. And if you can hurt that green bitch….."

"Consider it a priority on my own to-do list," Ron said coolly.

"One we share," Yori declared with as much emotion as the impassive girl ever seemed to show. Which, Ben knew, wasn't much.

"Let's jet," Ron nodded to her. "Ready?"

"As you say, ready and eager to go," she smiled at him.

The only time she smiled of late.

Ron didn't misunderstand her feelings. He just wasn't ready for anything complicated just now. Maybe, he felt, not ever. His parents gone. His precious sister with them. He had no way of even knowing if they had really gotten away, or if they were just more of Drakken's many uncounted victims. If only the Lotus Sword had not been lost. If only he had finished his own training before Yamanouchi had been attacked. So many ifs.

One day, he really was going to have to face his own destiny.

Even if it did scare him at times.

To Be Continued…