Bad Moon Rising
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A Kim Possible fanfic
by
Zombie Boy
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Over here, over there, everywhere.
Yesterday, today, always…
Bad people there are.
Hate you they do.
Kill you they will.
Watch out, you better.
Shoshone proverb
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Chapter 8
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Middleton Savings & Loan, 1:04 PM...
Security guard David Cohen didn't know it at the time, but the last few moments of his life were not going anything like he expected. For example, he was in his mid twenties rather than his late nineties, he was at work rather than trying to jump a backyard fence, and it was the twisted, redheaded, clone of a local super heroine rather than the outraged husband about to shoot him that he expected.
Finally, he was also completely bored out of his mind.
"Nothing ever happens here..." was his final thought before he caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye.
David turned and the last thing he saw was a flash of red as a Glock was shoved in his face. He had reflexively started to reach for his gun when the world went white.
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"THIS IS A ROBBERY!" One shouted as David's body crumpled to the ground.
Stunned, the employees and the few customers inside the S&L stared at her and her clones as they surged in, weapons up.
"NOW!" One shouted, punctuating her statement by pumping a couple of rounds into the ceiling.
That got the idea across, and the customers immediately started complying, with Two helping those slow to comply with a friendly butt stroke from her AK. While that was going on, Three and Four rushed to the counter and tossed a bag onto the counter and began to force the tellers to empty their cash drawers into it.
"CASH INTO THE BAG! CASH INTO THE BAG!" Two shouted as Three passed the bag down to the tellers.
As Three and Four were gathering the cash, One was watching the parking lot while Two watched the customers. She jumped when a double tap erupted behind her, and when she whirled around she saw Two standing over the body of a woman with two children, AK smoking.
"NO PHONES!" Two shouted as the children started to shriek in terror. Kicking the phone away, she leveled her AK at them. "SHUT IT!" she commanded, and they both complied.
The alarm began to sound as One turned back to watching the parking lot.
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Parking lot, Middleton Savings & Loan, 1:16 PM.
Though most people would say otherwise, Patrolman Marcus Hicks luck was about to take a turn for the better that day. He had just pulled into a vacant spot in the parking lot and was just about to turn the ignition off when he heard the dispatcher come over the radio.
"All unit, all units, robbery in progress at Middleton Savings and Loan. Repeat, all unit, all units, robbery in progress at Middleton Savings and Loan."
Hicks heart slammed into his throat and his stomach threatened to empty itself as he fumbled for his mike.
"D-dispatch, this unit 27. Am on site and responding. Request back up." he said, struggling to keep his voice under control.
"Copy that 27." the dispatchers voice said, somehow remaining calm. "All units, car 27 is on site and is requesting backup. Please respond."
Other voices came on over the radio, but he never heard them, because, as he was exiting out of his cruiser he saw some figures coming out of the S&L. He saw them raise a rifle and he ducked behind the door to the cruiser. He was screaming something as he head rounds hit the door, then it felt like a pair of sledgehammers hit him in the chest.
Gritting his teeth against the pain, he drew his Glock and peeked out from his cover. He saw the figures running for a car sitting on the far side of the parking lot. One of the figures started to turn towards him, and the Glock was suddenly up and firing.
The figure staggered and stumbled to its knees. The others kept running for the car, not even looking back. He heard her (it was definitely a girls voice) yell something, and then struggle to her feet. For an instant, he was faced with a dilemma: Shift his focus to the ones running for the car, or the one in front of him.
He got the answer to his dilemma half a heart beat later when the figure raised her rifle and fired at him again, the rounds going wide and perforating the passenger side rear door, backseat, and tire with a burst of automatic weapons fire.
Instinct kicked in again and he fired again at the figure as she started to advance towards him. In the back of his mind, he realized just what a bad position he was in and began to duck back towards the rear of his cruiser.
Mixed in with the impossibly loud gunshots Hicks heard the sound of tires squealing, and that caused his concentration to slip and he fumbled the insertion of a fresh clip into his pistol. Again, his luck turned to the better as at that moment his attacker's magazine ran dry.
Leaping to his feet, he leveled his Glock at his attacker and fired. The attacker staggered backwards and fell, scrabbling at her side. Hicks started to shift sideways to reacquire his target when pistol fire made him duck back behind his cruiser.
The pistol fire stopped for a second when he ducked down, then for what seemed an eternity there was a pause, then it was broken by a single gunshot.
The Glock felt like it was greased in his hands, his heart was lodged in between his tonsils, and he felt like he was going to puke. Swallowing painfully with his dry mouth, Hicks leaned out from behind his cruiser and saw his attacker lying on the ground.
Hicks' pistol sights were doing the jitterbug as he kept it trained on her, and he very carefully began to walk towards her. She kept still as he approached, and when he got up to her he saw why. That final pistol shot had been the one that had ended her life.
That's when he got a good look at her face and it took him a few seconds to realize just who his attacker was: Kim Possible.
He stared blankly at her for a few moments before the sound of approaching sirens snapped him back to reality. Shakily, he reached up for his radio mike.
"T-this is Unit 27." he said, he voice sounding oddly calm and distant. "Suspect down. I repeat, suspect down."
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They were rolling north on State Road 149 and were about fifteen minutes away from Middleton when Shego swore under her breath.
"What?" Ron asked, sitting up in his seat, roused out of his road induced stupor by Shego's sudden swearing.
"That's the fifth cop I've seen in the last ten minutes." Shego said, pointing to the Colorado Highway Patrol cruiser parked on the side of the road ahead of them. "Something's going on."
"That is odd." Ron agreed, looking at the patrol car as they passed it. "I wonder what happened?"
"Of all the times for the damn radio to die on us..." Shego muttered, sparing a murderous glance at the offending piece of electronics embedded in the dash. "We could just turn on Local 1606 and they'd tell us."
"That would be nice." Ron said, stretching his stiff back.
"Of course, it's academic at this point. We're about five minutes from my place, so we'll know soon enough."
"We're not going to my place?" Ron asked.
Shego gave Ron an "are you kidding?" look. "Ron," she said patiently "I'm stiff, sore, hungry, and I need a shower along with some clean clothes." she said.
"Okay, okay." Ron said nervously running a hand through his hair. "Eew. Greasy hair." he said, wiping his hand off on his pants. "You know, I think I could do with a shower myself."
"I'm sure it would help your parent's state of mind if you showed back up showered and shaved, with some clean clothes on." Shego added.
Ron rubbed his jaw and felt the golden stubble along it and had to agree with her. "Yeah." he said with a nod. "A shave would be nice, too." he added, scratching at the stubble on his jaw.
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Pitt punched the figure at the bottom of the receipt into his calculator, took a look at the sum, and nearly burst into tears.
"Milo's gonna be the death of me..." he thought as he added the sum onto the form, and then rummaged through a stack looking for another one.
He paused when he heard the pounding of footsteps and looked up just in time as a Newbie stuck his head in.
"Hey, Z, Harbinger says you had better come and look at this." the Newbie said breathlessly.
Owen looked at the snarl of paperwork, receipts, and general migraine inducement that was Milo's paperwork for a second, and dropped his pen onto the desk.
"Be right there." he said, and levered himself to his feet.
A minute and fifteen seconds later he found himself in Harbinger's office with Julie and Milo.
"Okay, the Newbie said there was something I should see?" Owen asked as he came in.
"Yeah." Earl said, and nodded towards the flat screen mounted on his office wall. "Watch." he added as he raised a remote.
Owen turned his attention to the TV just as a Fox News segment came on.
"Breaking news here. In an added twist to the Kim Possible story, we just got word from one of our affiliates in Colorado that apparently the Middleton Savings and Loan has been robbed, and according to eyewitness accounts, the robbers all resembled Kim Possible.
Also, according to reports, one of the robbers was shot and killed by a Middleton PD officer, but we've not had confirmation as of this report." the anchor said as a graphic appeared over his left shoulder.
As the anchor continued to talk Owens gaze slipped down to the ticker running at the bottom of the screen. CNN: POSSIBLE DEATH A HOAX? Caught his eye as it marched leftwards across the screen.
When he flicked his attention back up to the anchor, the scene had changed to a woman standing outside a building with the parking lot cordoned off with yellow crime scene tape and swarming with cops, with a graphic reading JANET GLENFIDDICH, KFXL.
"Thank you, Adam." the woman said. "I'm at the scene now, where as you can see, the Middleton PD, along with several other agencies, are investigating the scene. They're not releasing any details yet, other than to say that this is an ongoing investigation.
They are also asking for people in the area to be on the lookout for a silver, late model, BMW, reportedly used by the robbers-"
The playback paused, and everyone turned to face Harbinger.
"Alright everybody, I think the question of what the good Doctor was up to has been answered." he said. "Questions?"
"Yes." Julie said. "What do we know, besides what the news report just told us?"
Harbinger leaned back and lit himself a cigarette. "Well, from I've gotten from Team Haven, their sources out there say that the robber that got dropped definitely looks like the late Kim Possible, but they won't be 100% sure until the lab takes a look at her.
And considering that this is a mad scientist that we're dealing with, you can almost guarantee that the robbers were actually Kim Possible. Which brings up all sorts of unpleasant possibilities."
"Do you think they've been infected with lycanthropy?" Milo asked.
"I hope not." Harbinger said as he stood up and flicked some ash off of his cigarette. "But just to be safe, Team Haven's hauling ass to Middleton as we speak just in case.
And speaking of hauling ass, we've got to do that as well. Grab your gear folks. We're heading out."
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"Shit!" Evans swore when he read the email that Wade had just sent him. Pushing back his chair, he got to his feet and headed over to where Lt. Mendez's desk was.
Mendez saw him coming and arched an eyebrow at him as he approached. "I know that look, Sargent." he said. "What happened?"
"Sir, I think I just figured out what the hell the good Doctor was up to in regards to Miss Possibles head." he said.
Mendez nodded and motioned for Evans to continue.
"He's cloned her, sir." he said.
"Really." Mendez said, a scowl forming on his face.
Evans nodded. "Yes, sir." he said. "I got word from Mr Load. According to him, four Kim Possibles just robbed Middleton Savings and Loan."
"He sure about that?" Mendez asked.
"He's positive, sir." Evans answered. "One of the robbers was shot by a cop in the parking lot. She took six rounds of forty Smith & Wesson to the chest and bled out. In his email he mentioned that the ME was on site and confirmed that it was a real, deceased, Kim Possible, not someone in a mask."
"So, it wasn't a Synthodrone then." Mendez said, his scowl shifting to a thoughtful expression. "Interesting. And your saying that these clones committed a bank robbery?"
"Yeah." Evans replied. "A violent one, too. They came in, shot the security guard and a mother of two, then on their way out they opened up on that cop."
"Huh. What were they armed with?" Mendez asked.
"Full auto Ak's and Glock 17's." Evans replied. "Knew how to use them, too."
"Lovely." Mendez said, his scowl returning. "Get on this."
"Right, sir." Evans said with a salute.
"One more thing." Mendez added as he returned Evans salute. "Whats the situation with our two rabbits?"
Evans instantly shifted mental gears to Shego and Ron. "The last GPS update we had on them was that they were near her cabin, sir." he said. "They should be there by now."
Mendez nodded as he took in the information. "Okay." he said. "I want every asset we've got put on that cabin of her's. You know that they're gonna haring off after Drakken for pulling a stunt like this, and I want to know where they're going.
And on that note, get the Major out there ASAP."
"What do you want him to do, sir?" Evans asked.
Mendez looked up at the Sargent and smiled. "Have him make an offer to them." he said.
"Upping the schedule, sir?" Evans asked.
"We have to, thanks to Drakken." Mendez said. "You know that not only is this gonna get our two rabbits out in the open, it's going to get MHI there too, if they aren't there already. And we need Goizargi and Stoppable."
"Right, sir." Evans said before turning on his heel and sprinting back to his desk.
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Adjusting her robe, Shego strode into the living room and found Ron still sprawled out where he had flopped down when they arrived, staring glumly at the TV.
"Shower's yours, after the water heater reheats." she said, adjusting the towel she had wrapped around her head. "Something wrong?" she asked, noticing Ron's demeanor.
"Yeah." Ron said. "There's no cable."
"Oh." Shego said. "Ah, yeah, sorry about that. My dish's converter box suffered freak plasma related accident last month."
Ron gave Shego a questioning look as he got to his feet. "Freak plasma related accident?" he asked.
Shego smiled sheepishly and shrugged. "I had drank two bottles of wine, and well, there was nothing but crap on, and I kinda of, well, lost my temper." she explained. "And I've been too busy to get a new one."
Ron blinked a couple of times as he digested this information and formulated a response. "I see." he said. "You couldn't find anything?"
Shego shook her head. "Not a thing." she said. "Bear in mind, I was very drunk at the time."
"Okay..." Ron said.
"But I do have an antenna and converter." Shego added helpfully. "So there'll something for you watch while the water heater reheats."
"Alright." Ron said "So, ah, how do you get it to work?" he asked, looking at the remote in his hand.
"Here." Shego said, and held out her hand for the remote.
Ron handed her the remote, and she began pressing buttons. Moments later, the TV came to life on the local Fox affiliate.
"The hell?" Shego asked as they both looked at the breaking news scrolling across the ticker. "Kim Possible killed in bank robbery-"
She stopped in mid sentence when she heard Ron's growl beside her, and looked over just in time to see his eyes shift from blue to yellow.
"Oh shit, he's gonna lose it" she thought.
"Ron!"Shego said forcefully.
"What?" When he turned his gaze to her she saw that his eyes had gone fully yellow, and his canines had already started to lengthen.
"Keep him calm." Shego told herself. "Last thing we need is him going off the handle." she added as she saw the bones start to shift underneath his skin.
"Don't." she said forcefully, holding up a forefinger. "Calm down."
"Calm down...?" Ron's voice was shifting into a feral growl, and his whole body was beginning to distort as the transformation took hold. "How can you expect me to-"
"I mean it!" Shego warned him. "Calm the fuck down! Losing it is the absolute last thing you should do now.
You transform and fly off the handle, you might as well send Drakken a postcard saying 'wish you were here. He's already tried to kill us once. The next time we won't be so lucky."
Ron stared at her for several seconds, the battle between animalistic fury and cold human logic playing out on his face as the transformation waxed and waned. Finally (and thankfully, in Shego's opinion), logic won out and Ron began to revert back to normal.
"gorramit..." Ron muttered under his breath, then looked at the TV.
The ticker that was running at the bottom of the screen flashed the words MULTIPLE KIM POSSIBLE'S REPORTED IN ROBBERY and his face twisted into an,ugly, silent, scowl.
And then the TV exploded as Ron buried his fist in it. Shego jumped at the sudden explosion of electronics, his sudden movement catching her unawares. She watched dumbfounded as Ron convulsed for a few moments as the electricity from the TV grounded itself through him, then she jumped again as Ron ripped his arm free, revealing a bloody, shredded, fist.
There was near silence for a few moments, the only sound being Ron's breathing as he used the pain in his fist to distract him from he had seen on the TV.
"Feeling better now?" Shego asked, not believing that she was hearing the tremor in her voice.
Ron grunted and nodded jerkily.
"Good." Shego said, and pulled the towel from her head. "Here, let's get that fist wrapped up. No sense in you bleeding all over my rugs."
Ron looked down at his hand and surprise registered through the pained look on his face as he saw his shredded hand.
"Ow..." he said, the pain now really kicking in.
"Indeed." Shego said as she wrapped the damp towel around his forearm. "C'mon. I got a first aid kit in the kitchen."
"Okay." Ron said as she started to lead him. "Sorry about your TV."
"It's okay." Shego said. "I was wanting a new one anyways."
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Twenty five minutes later, Shego had picked all of the glass and plastic shards out of Ron's hand and had bandaged him up. As she had did that, she noticed that the cuts already seemed to be closing, which she chalked up to the lycanthropy. Ron attributed it to his Mystical Monkey Power, and then they decided to go with "a little from column A, a little from column B".
"So." Shego said as she spooned coffee grounds into the basket. "You still want to go see your parents?"
Ron grimaced and looked at his hand. "As much as it pains me to say it, no." he said. "It's gonna be a whole lot of drama when I go back, and I'm no condition for that right now."
"Probably a wise idea." Shego agreed. "You still angry?"
"Oh yeah." Ron confirmed. "I want to rip Drakken's fucking head off."
"Well, I'll be all too glad to help." Shego said as she closed the lid on the coffee maker and turned it on.
"Thanks." Ron said, and rubbed his eyes. "Speaking of him, you have any idea on how we are going to find him? Preferably before he finds us?"
Shego tapped a finger on the counter as she thought for a moment. "What about that ninja clan you're buddy buddy with?" she asked. "You think that they could find him with their mystical ninja powers?"
Ron blinked for a second, then smacked himself upside the head. "Of course! The Yamanuchi!" he said. "Why the hell didn't I- wait." he started to say, then interrupted himself. "How do you know about that?"
"Drakken and I ran into him about six months ago in a Tesco , and he was ranting on about you." Shego told him with a roll of her eyes. "Cripes, that man can bitch."
"Tesco?" Ron asked.
"British supermarket chain." Shego explained. "We were there on a parts run."
"Okay..."
"Anyways. As I said, we ran into him there, and mentioned you in his rants." Shego continued. "I just remembered them and figured that they're probably the best shot we've got right now."
Ron nodded. "And if that doesn't work, we can always ask Motor Ed." he said.
Shego shook her head. "Waste of time." she said. "Ed may be a mechanical genius, a metal head, and a moron, but he's not a snitch."
"You sure about that?" Ron asked.
"Positive." Shego answered with a nod. "Every time he's been caught, they offered him a reduced sentence in exchange for Drakken's location and every time he's said no.
Hell, I heard that once Dr Director herself came in and talked to him, and he told her to blow him."
"He said that?" Ron asked incredulously. "You're kidding, right?"
"I wish I was." Shego replied.
"Huh." Ron said, and leaned back in his chair. "I never would have thought he was capable of that."
Shego shrugged. "You learn something new every day." she said.
"Tell me about it." Ron said, a scowl creeping across his features. "Dammit, I need to work off this anger." he said as he stood up suddenly.
"I have an idea that could help." Shego suggested.
"Really." Ron said doubtfully. "Dare I ask what it is?"
"It's easy." Shego said as she pushed herself off of the counter. "How about we go into my bedroom and bang ourselves silly?"
"Excuse me?" Ron asked, his tone saying that perhaps he hadn't heard her correctly.
"What?" Shego asked. "Which would you rather do? Sulk and stew about what happened to Kimmie, or have hot, sweaty, thrashing sex with lots of yelling and screaming?"
"How the hell can you be horny at a time like this?" Ron asked her.
"It's one of my control mechanisms." Shego answered. "I use it to deal with stress. So it's either this, or you get to hear me use my vibrator."
Ron was silent for a few moments as he weighed the pros and cons of her argument. "You're serious, right?"
"Like a heart attack." Shego answered.
"And you're gonna beat me over the head with this until I give in, right?" he asked.
"Also true."
Ron rolled his eyes heavenwards, then sighed in defeat. "You win." he said. "Lets go."
Shego merely smiled.
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End.
Author's note: And so ends another chapter of Bad Moon Rising. Ron and Shego have got a plan on how to find Drakken, Drakken's plans are starting to unfold, as are GATEKEEPER's and MHI's.
Now the question is: Who's plans are going to come unraveled when they have first contact with the enemy?
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