Chapter 3:
Kim's communicator beeped as she was sneaking into some evil lair fortress in the middle of the of Arizona, one of those desert oasis types, it was a bit like nostalgia for the young hero. Big time villains were getting pushed aside by real criminals such as drug lords and illegal weapons trades, so it was nice to get the refreshing break from a good ol' fashion take over the world villain.
"Wade?" Kim clicked the kimmunicator as she squeezed herself into an absurdly large air duct. Why did evil liars include large air ducts? The standard size couldn't fit a person but somewhere in evil lair 101 there was a different protocol to fit your average teen into the air duct... just incase? College brought out a lot of questions in Kim to start questioning the world around her. But villains simply didn't make sense... somehow logic was thrown out the window when planning to take over the world. Or perhaps they went hand in hand.
"Hey Kim! One more thing, GJ sent out an alert that there has been unexplained U.S. satellite activity. Oh and have you replied to Shego yet?"
"Have you been reading my journal?" Kim groaned with frustration. She wouldn't put it past Wade to do something like this, he was one of fantastic computer skills and morals... but his job mainly entailed on gathering information that should be protected.
"No, Ron told me. I put a 256 bit encryption on your journal and your computer itself has a RSA public key encryption. Which is why you have to open up your kimmunicator and enter in the key that regenerates every 10 seconds to log into your computer." Wade flexed his fingers and smiled at Kim.
"Right. And yet everyone knows about my accidental text to Shego..." Kim trailed off.
"Hey, gossip can't be encrypted or blocked." Wade shrugged.
A large bang echoed from nearby stopping Kim from retorting.
"Wade I've got to go." Kim whispered and turned off the screen on the kimmunicator and crawled her way towards the sounds. It sounded like someone dropped a box full of... kitchen pots? Or something similar.
"No no no! I wanted the movers! Where are my movers? I cannot set up an evil lair in a couple hours without my movers?!"
DING-DONG
Was that a doorbell? Who installs a doorbell on an evil lair!? Kim then felt a little absurd. Here she was in an air duct while she could have waltzed through the front door. Old habits die hard, clearly, climbing into tight spaces was the normal for her?
"Who are you?" The unmistakable voice of Professor Dementor called out as he opened the door to his lair.
Kim crawled closer to the noises... was that giggling? She looked down through the slits of the air duct to see Professor Dementor staring at a group of... of... Is that a police outfit? Kim nearly fell out of the air duct staring at a gaggle of girls dressed up in scandalous police outfits.
"What is this!? Where are my movers?" Professor Dementor huffed frustrated at the current situation. The henchmen on the other hand had no protests to the mix up. One of them mentioned that this was much better than movers and who cares if some doomsday ray is not transported.
"Sir but you are under arrest for being naughty," A girl purred at the door, as the others took out handcuffs.
What in the world is going on? Kim thought stunned... Seriously what was going on this was too ferociously weird for even her process.
"I don't think that uniform is very standard for a police officer. Am I the ONLY one who notices this?!" Professor Dementor cried out in hysterics, "You have stolen my immunity ray and now pretending to be officers to arrest me! I will have none of it! I am never using Mobile Movers again, and I thought texting would be easier. HA you have not fooled me!"
Really... Did Professor Dementor have a lebito at all? She thought and broke through the air duct grate.
"You are so busted Professor Dementor!"
"Kim Possible! How did you?" Professor Dementor sputtered, "Get Her!" No one raised a finger. The henchmen continued to stare at the provocative officers. "Attack? What is this I am paying you to be on the job right now... Seriously what happened to the take over the world business? First movers now henchmen... this troubles me."
"It's Kim Possible!" One of the faux police officers cried out excited, "My daughter is a huge fan of yours Miss Possible."
"Oh-" Kim blinked, not expecting the implications there, "Um... Thank You!"
An awkward silence settled in the lair.
Beep-Beep-BeBeep
"Go Wade," Kim answered her kimmunicator as everyone stood around awkwardly listening to her conversation.
"Kim we got a hit from a bachelor's party in Arizona where they received a fully functioning Doomsday device labeled immunity ray." Wade explained, "If it isn't turned off soon it could end up killing off all the white blood cells in the human body making EVERYONE susceptible to all colds and diseases!"
"My immunity ray!" Professor Dementor squealed lovingly as if to a pet, "But how did it get over there?"
"Professor Dementor, how do you deactivate the immunity ray?" Kim asked.
"Well it's a very complicated process. If not done properly fräulein we could disrupt the immunity systems of everyone around us to mother Germany. You need to disconnect the..." Professor Dementor rambled on.
"Wade, new plan, we need a ride to the party." Kim called out dragging Professor Dementor's arm with her.
"We?" Professor Dementor stopped mid rant.
"You are helping me disarm the immunity ray" Kim replied curtly.
"Now saving you? The Kim Possible? My arch nemesis?" Professor Dementor complained, "Seriously am I the only one who remembers how to be a villain!?"
"Wade, ride?" Kim cutoff Professor Dementor.
"Working on it Kim."
"We can give you a ride?" One of the girls called out.
"Ooo yes! We flew in on our private jet, it's parked nearby. Shouldn't take us very long to get you to where you need to go."
"You flew in a private jet?" Kim balked. Even Professor Dementor was rendered speechless at the new information.
"Oh yes dear," The woman replied patting Kim on the shoulder, "We make quite a bit of money."
"Shall we?"
"How did you guys end up at Professor Dementor's anyway?" Kim asked while sipping some soda and munching on fresh fruit in the Jetaway Girls jet. Apparently the Jetaway Girls had indeed plenty of money to afford a luxury private jet filled with both snacks and drinks.
"We were texted an address change on a client, I think it was for a bachelor's party in fact so there might have been a swap."
"Probably," Kim sighed, "Seems like I'm not the only one this texting issue is affecting."
"Oh? Is this that texting warning on the news? I heard something about people getting the wrong texts and not to worry about any strange texts. What happened with you darling?" Miss B asked, from what Kim gathered about her, the girls all call her Miss B and she seemed to the spokeswoman for the Jetaway Girls.
"Yeah," Kim paused words waiting on the tip of her tongue. Miss B wasn't deterred and waited patiently smiling at her. "I... might have had some scandalous pictures that got in the wrong hands." Why am I telling her this? Kim wondered briefly, spilling all her beans out to a random woman... Well at this point who doesn't know...
"Honey, there is no shame in feeling sexy and showing it off a little." Miss B smile shamelessly at Kim giving her a wink, "It's just a little unfortunate it ended up where you didn't want it to go."
The hero blushed caught off guard at the flirty nature of Miss B.
"You are gorgeous sweetie," Miss B smiled at Kim's bashfulness. Clearly it was compliment overload and Kim was left as a blushing red hot mess. Miss B sipped her drink smiling to herself while watching the girl struggle internally.
"How..." Kim squeaked still bright red, "How do you... how do you do it?"
"Do what?" Miss B asked innocently.
The girl hesitated, "I-I mean how do you have the confidence to do what you do? To not be scared... to expose yourself?" Kim rambled.
"I could ask you the same thing? How can you go about saving the world? Risking your life on the line for people you don't even know?" Miss B countered.
"Oh well it's no big!" Kim replied almost as a reflex.
"It is a big deal, you keep yourself alive and everyone protected from evil." Miss B continued, "Naturally you are especially closed off to keep yourself safe."
Kim's eyes widened.
"I don't have to protect myself honey. I've got the most beautiful daughter whom I love more than anything, and a sexy body too boot. What is there to hide?" She patted Kim on the shoulder again and left the girl to think about the bomb she just set off.
What just happened? Kim felt like her brain was numbed by this woman whom she doesn't even know just managed to pin her entire relationships problems in a few sentences... How is that even possible? She smirked to herself... Well anything is possible... But in reality she had a lot of truth to her words. Kim spent most of her time protecting herself making sure she didn't expose anything to get hurt. Kyle might have been the first risk she took but even she knew it was a failure. She instantly regretted sending those pictures as soon as she did, the gnawing worry in her stomach was proof she didn't want to do. Still she did... out of panic? Why did she do it?
Why?
Perhaps it was because she was trying to change herself... She wasn't a hero anymore... Miss B was right. The world was changing to no longer need Kim Possible and here she was stuck in the old mindset of protecting herself and others.
It's time to change. Kim resolved, pulling out her phone and texting away.
The small glass table vibrated as a sleek black and green phone went off. Reflected on the screen was the picturesque deep blue sky above. A nail file was partnered next to the phone and well worn by the looks of the faded green color.
Shego smiled at the sound of the phone vibrating but she didn't open her eyes continuing her lounging. She had waited a while for that text message but it could wait a little bit longer. It was such a nice day, shouldn't let a goody-two shoes take away from it.
About an hour later when Shego woke up again from her little sun bathing nap she glanced at her phone and remembered the message. This should be good The ex-thief smirked to herself opening the phone.
At least I show and tell Shego. Can't say the same for you. I would almost think you're a prude... Scared you can't compete? Afraid to lose against me again?
Shego growled out loud... So that's how Princess wants to play? Game on Kimmie.
Author's notes:
I deal a lot with tech security if you can't tell already.
Also on the note of awful friends in the story... All of my friends are pretty much gossipy whores. Which is fine, none of us really hurt each others feelings about it but it's that kind of friendship where your friends don't let you get away with anything. If you do something stupid they are the first to tell you that you were being a dumbass. Which is great I love that relationship with them because I can explain all my faults of character and we will all get a good laugh out of a situation or an event and move on to the next thing. Our motto is "bad decisions make great stories" and I have a TON of bad decisions that are hilarious stories that my friends helped me get through by laughing at or with me. This story included is not too far off from some of the situations I've been in ;) So in terms of friendship I define mine a bit differently than someone else per say but it's that loving humiliation friendship.
Situation in this chapter I was in: met a total stranger online flew two thousand miles and ended up in a gay club with a ton of strippers and cross dressers. Certainly was not the concert I was intending to go at.
Bad decisions make great stories.
Also I'm bloody awful at writing so it takes me forever . sorry everyone. I am really self conscious about my writing haha I'm more of a designer and visual artist than a writer :P but I love telling stories which draws me here. TILL NEXT TIME!