ANOMALY

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. References to real life persons, places, things and events are used in a fictitious manner. I'm not making a single cent from this. Please don't sue me. Original characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains profanity, sexual situations, mature themes and violence.

CHAPTER 03: The Heat Is On.

Nancy Possible watched as clerks and data entry specialists scurried around like the ants in her son's ant farm. She was standing in the middle of the records room at Global Justice headquarters. Things were changing throughout the entire organization. To one side of the room, geeks in white coats were replacing file cabinets with brand new computer systems. No sooner than they would set one up, a technician would jump in and start inputting files. At the rate they were working, there wouldn't be a single paper file left in the building a month from now. She couldn't help but marvel at the miracles of modern technology.

She went to one of the still untouched file cabinets and extracted a file she hadn't looked at in years. Ignoring the eyes that followed her, she left the room with the thick folder tucked under her arm. It took great force of will for her to travel the hallways and elevators of the building to her office without opening the file. Upon reaching the office, she kicked the door closed and for the first time sat in the chair behind the desk.

In what was her first official act as the newly promoted Commander and Director of Global Justice, Nancy Possible reopened the NeuGenetics investigation.

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Anne walked up the driveway of her home. As she had everyday for the last two weeks, she stopped and admired the house. A good portion of the money she'd stolen had gone into the down payment. It was her first real home, even though it was in the name of her, quite fictitious, mother. It had been listed as a split level ranch style, but that didn't really describe it well at all. The house perched near the crest of a hill was unique.

Overly large windows wrapped around the living and dining rooms. Both of which were sitting on pylons due to the hill's sharp drop on that side of the house. Two large stone chimneys rose above the center of the structure and the dual roofs were canted at a single sided angle. Nobody would call it normal and that suited her perfectly. She continued on past the two car garage and stuck her key in the front door's lock.

The inside of the house was almost completely bare of furnishings. It was something she intended to take care of soon. She walked through the living and dining rooms to get to the kitchen. She sat her bag down on the table of the built in breakfast nook and went to the refrigerator. Minutes later, she was pouring over the homework assignment Mr. Barkin had given out, while eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

The whole learning process was new and fascinating to her. One day in school, the first one of her entire life, had shown her just how different she really was from the other students. She needed to keep that in mind if she was going to fit in. Before she finished half her sandwich, she'd read the entire chapter of her history book on the American revolution. By the time she was done eating and had drunk a full glass of milk, she was finished with writing the assigned 500 word essay.

From watching TV, she knew she was supposed to hate doing homework. It was, according to the shows she'd watched, the bane of a student's existence. A dreaded task which took up precious hours of their time. She smiled as she collected her books and headed up the stairs to the room she'd picked as her bedroom. Tomorrow she would have to remember to complain as much about it as the other students.

The house had three bedrooms. The room she'd chosen for her's wasn't one of them. According to the brochure she'd read when she was going through the house listings, it was intended for storage, or possibly a home office. In a normal house it would be considered an attic. As she climbed the stairs that emerged through the room's floor, she felt she'd made the right choice. She could have taken the master bedroom, but didn't in order to maintain the fiction of living with her mother, who would have that room.

The other two bedrooms would have been just as easy to pick, but neither afforded her the view the large triangular windows of this room did. Looking at the sloping ceiling over her folded futon, she knew this room was just the right one for the average teenage girl. Like the rest of the house, it was in dire need of furnishings. Other then the futon, there was only an exercise mat in the middle of the floor.

The sight of the mat reminded her that she'd been so excited about her first day of school, she'd skipped her daily workout. Rather than fall into bad habits, she decided to take care of it now. Moving to the closet, she began removing her school uniform. Once she was completely naked, she moved back to the mat and began. 100 jumping-jacks, 50 situps and 100 pushups later she wiped the bare sheen of perspiration from her brow. She rested for a minute before beginning the second of three sets in her usual routine.

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It took all the control she could summon to keep from throwing the file across the room. Nancy Possible buried her head in her arms as she thought about what she'd read. She wanted to strangle her predecessor for lying to her about the case being closed. The former GJ commander had spelled it out in black and white. He'd thought she was too emotionally involved. In his estimation, she was to be removed from the case for her own good.

What really stung, was that he was right. Those few months after the the destruction of the NeuGenetics building, she'd driven herself past her limits. Her pursuit of answers, and that little child, had taken it's toll. Her health and family had suffered. Even now, she was still dealing with the aftermath of a broken marriage. She flipped the file's cover closed with a sigh. The past couldn't be fixed, but now she had the information she needed to move forward. With a couple years of added wisdom under her belt, she hoped she could do so without making the same mistakes all over again.

Putting aside her first urge, she locked the file in her desk instead of putting it in her briefcase to take home and study. For the last couple years she'd managed, except for real emergencies, to keep her work at work. As she picked up her briefcase and headed out of the office, she resolved to continue to do so. By the time she'd reached the underground parking garage, she was sure she was making the right choice.

As she drove her, GJ issue, nondescript gray sedan home. She though about what she'd read. NeuGenetics itself was a dead end. But of the girl, there had been more information than she'd imagined. She had been located and placed under surveillance by the agent who'd replaced her on the case. There were some records of her activities and associations, but large portions of information were missing. It was almost like they had been intentionally removed from the file. For some reason the agent had decided not to make contact. Not even to find out if the girl was being coerced by the criminals she'd fallen in with. Nor was any information given on the girl's sudden and complete disappearance about a month ago.

Nancy pulled the car into her driveway. This was where she always put aside all thoughts of work. Her last work related thought before going into the house was to contact the agent tomorrow and get a full report. Entering the house, she knew from the silence, her son wasn't at home. She tossed her briefcase on the sofa and headed into the kitchen. As expected, her son had left a note on the fridge.

Mom,

Had a great first day of school. Won't be home for dinner. I'll grab something to eat at Cow & Chow with Anne. She's new in town and I'm showing her around.

Jimmy.

The woman read the note three times before it sunk in. She face broke into a delighted smile as the implication of her son's words registered. It had finally happened. He was out on a date with a girl!

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Jimmy spoke around the bite he'd just taken of his Big Moo burger. "It's just me and my mom too. My folks got divorced a couple years ago. My brother and sister are both in college." He swallowed loudly. "So what do you think of Middleton so far?"

Anne stuck a couple of greasy fries in her mouth. She thought back over the tour he'd taken her on. It certainly hadn't been how she'd expected to spend the afternoon. He'd been so earnest and friendly when he asked if he could show her around, she hadn't the heart to refuse. Now, as she sat here across the booth of the fast food joint from him, she was glad she'd accepted. It wasn't because of the tour itself. She'd studied the town thoroughly before deciding to move here. She was glad because of the chance it had given her to get to know him.

She washed down the fries with a sip of strawberry milkshake. "It's a fascinating town. I had no idea there were so many science and research places here. I guess that's because of the Space Center huh?"

Jimmy nodded. "You got it. Twenty two at last count and they are building more everyday."

With a glance out the window at the construction site on the corner of the block, Anne asked. "Is that going to be one too?"

He laughed as he saw where she was looking. "Nope. I've heard it's supposed to be another Pizza place. I think the only kind we don't have here is Mexican."

Anne pursed her lips as she picked up her burger. "I don't mind. Mexican is too spicy for my taste."

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It was a little after 8:00 pm when Anne got home. She grinned as she closed the front door behind her. The day had been a perfect start to her new life. Her grin widened as she thought of the perfect way to end the day. She climbed the stairs and went to the door of the master bedroom. The brand new lock on the door felt stiff as she turned her key in it. She entered and relocked the door from the inside before turning on the lights.

Unlike the rest of the house, this room was fully furnished. There was however, no way it could be mistaken for a bedroom. Along the far wall, under the boarded up window, were two long folding tables containing implements of dubious use and legality. Everything from ropes and grappling hooks, to lock picking tools were arranged neatly. On the right, beside the closet door, was a dressing table. Nothing about it would appear odd at first glance. The makeup and wigs on it were not for cosmetic enhancement though. They were designed for the art of disguise and concealment. Opposite that wall was a desk, file cabinet and large floor safe.

Anne did a quick visual survey of what she called her preparation room. When she'd left BD and the mob behind her, she'd vowed to give up her life as a thief. That pipe dream died a sudden death when she realized life on her own wasn't going to be as simple as she'd imagined. The money she'd taken wasn't going to last forever. In fact she was down to only a couple thousand dollars left.

Going to the wardrobe, she opened it and began removing her clothes. The mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door showed more and more of her slender teenage body as she removed each item. It was that very youthfulness that made it imperative for her to continue her criminal endeavors. At her age, there was no way she could get a job that would support her. She would never be able to afford the house and all the rest just by doing things like babysitting.

After hanging her clothes neatly in the wardrobe, she moved to the walk in closet. Inside were what she called her work clothes, a selection of uniforms and costumes. She thought for a moment before grabbing a black bodysuit and a pair of soft leather boots. With practiced ease, she donned the suit and carried the boots back out to the dressing table. From a drawer, she pulled a pair of socks and slid them over her feet. Then she zipped the boots up over her calves.

Next she looked over her selection of wigs. She pinned her hair up as she decided on a straight black, shoulder length one. Once the wig was secured in place, she looked into the mirror. Makeup, she decided, she could forgo tonight. There wasn't any need for her to pretend to be old, as she had to do when posing as her own mother. Looking older would be a detriment tonight. Young and innocent would serve her better.

Crossing the room to the tables, she picked up a black fanny pack and strapped over her slender hips. Into it, she put her favorite set of lockpicks. The safe was her next stop. She dialed the combination and pulled the heavy door open. From her collection, she selected the drivers license that fit her wig and declared her to be 21. It joined her tools in the pack. She reached back inside the safe. For a moment her hand hovered over the compact 9mm automatic pistol in it's holster. She had to make a decision.

For all her life, that she could remember, she'd lived with mobsters. Most all of them carried a gun. BD had given her the pistol just before her first big heist. He'd taken her out and showed her how to fire it, something that seemed to come naturally to her. After that, he'd insisted she take it with her every time she went on a job. It wasn't that he expected her to use it, but more as a last resort if she were ever faced with the choice of her or them.

Things had changed since the last time she'd carried it. She laid her hand on the pistol and slid it to the side. From behind it, she extracted a metal box. Where she was going tonight wasn't dangerous enough to warrant the gun, but she wouldn't be going without a backup. She flipped the box open and grinned at the result of her worst botched heist. It was a silver cylinder, not much bigger around than a pencil. Who would have guessed stealing the wrong thing from a medical research facility would be so fortuitous. With her thumb, she slid a tiny panel on the side of the device open. Seeing it was fully charged, she closed the panel and placed the prototype laser scalpel in her pack.

As she closed and locked the safe, she did a quick mental inventory. Satisfied she had everything she needed, she moved to the door. From a peg next to the door she grabbed a black trench coat and slipped it on. Making her way downstairs, she pulled a pair of thin black gloves out of the coat's pocket and put them on. Opening another door, she stepped into the garage. Here she had another choice to make.

Two vehicles she couldn't legally drive sat in the dark space. The first was a brand new type that had just come on the market called a minivan. Personally, she thought it was just a funny shaped station wagon. She'd got it because it was a popular family vehicle, something her fictitious mother would drive. It was a dark brown color just in case she might need it for a heist.

The other, she'd stolen from a collector's storage garage almost a year ago. An associate of BD's had made the necessary alterations to make it untraceable. Normally, she wouldn't even consider using the sports car, but for what she had in mind it would be just right. Minutes later, she was cruising down the road behind the wheel of the pure black '62 Stingray convertible.