I do not own any Disney Character named herein, and am only using them for a tale meant for entertainment purposes only.
Kim Possible: Hearts & Minds
By LJ58
8
"Wade," Betty shouted over the Kimmunicator. "Are you there?"
"Here," the young man answered as Will jumped to one side, firing quickly as they were backed down the corridor, the survivors from their third regional office in the southwest having somehow guessed what was going on, and arranged an ambush for them.
"We were expected here. I need that fail-safe, and I need it now," she said. "We have no civilians on site. Repeat, no civilians," she shouted, pausing to open fire on a man in GJ colors about to take one of her own agent's head off with very lethal ordinance.
"Can't you just retreat?"
"They destroyed out transport the minute we landed," Dr. Director told him. "We're only holding out because we were able to reach the armory corridor, and kept them from getting to heavier ordinance after our arrival. But they have numbers, and we have no way out."
"Understood. I have a prototype ready. Give me…..six minutes. But understand, everything but your Kimmunicator will likely be shut down afterward," Wade warned.
"We can handle a blackout. We can't stop bullets! ASAP, young man!"
"Launching my drone now," Wade told her. "Try to hold on. If you can't, remember your own failsafe."
"He has a drone," Will exclaimed. "Where does that boy get his…..? Wait, what failsafe?"
"Never mind," Betty shouted, shoving a female agent aside to fire her EM-pistol at a man about to fire a grenade launched at them. "Spence, get that armory door closed!"
"But, Dr. Director…..!"
"If they fire a round in there, we're toast! Close that door, man," she shouted, she, and the six survivors of her fourteen man strike-team unable to move, but unable to do more than hold their own. She was also hoping what she was about to do wouldn't completely gut their defenses.
"At least they can't swarm us in this narrow hall," Will grimaced.
"But we can't get out, either. Still, it was our best hope," she stated needlessly. "Six minutes, Agent Du. Best guess, can we keep them back she asked as Will scowled down the hall.
"This is horrible," Agent Alice Connors swore. "I know some of these….."
"I knew them all," Dr. Director told the only other female on their team. "I hired them. But they're dead, Connors. We're not fighting them. We're fighting enemies. Now, shoot," she ordered the woman, doing that very thing. "Will," she snapped at him as he scowled bleakly.
"At our current rate, and theirs, they still overwhelm us in…..three minutes."
"Damn. Then I have no choice. Everyone switch to standard weapons. It's about to get very dark in here."
"Dr. Director…..?"
Will watched her throw down her weapon, and reach for her watch. A new design she had taken to wearing of late.
She popped the face, and twisted the dial, just before she pushed a singular button within.
The wave was mildly concussive as the force erupted from that innocuously tiny device, and yet everyone just ahead of them suddenly stopped, giving choking moans, and simply fell over.
"The enemy now knows we onto them," she said grimly, eyeing the faint glow from the watch before it chirped, and gave a tinny declaration, stating, "Recharge in nine minutes."
"How…..?"
"Need to know, Will. Now, let's get working weapons, and get moving. We have no idea what the effective range was, and we still have a lot of work ahead of us. It's not over, people. Move," Betty declared, and instinctively reached for her holster even as she recalled the twins had also built the blue laser she had yet to fire.
With her EM emitter essentially rendered useless….
Then she frowned, and reached for the discarded weapon.
If they had built it, too, she mused.
She picked up the device, and slid the charging lever.
The soft hum of power filled the air, and the charge level showed on the side.
"How…..?"
"Agent Du, when this is over, remind me to fill in our a very special conscription I once impulsively made," she smirked. "Now, people," she said, "Let's go," she declared, and led the charge back up the hall, and over the bodies of far too many dead cyber-drones than she cared to think about.
KP
"Boys, it's me," Wade called when he noticed what happened. "Dr. Director used the mini-EMP."
"Effective range," Jim asked at once. "Even we weren't sure."
"I sent my drone on ahead just in case. From the trail of bodies I found, I'd say we have a two mile radius from source," he told her. "Still, by using it, we now put a very big thumb in someone's eye out there. They have to know. I thought I'd better warn you."
"Understood. We'll relay the warning. What about D.C.? Was the President compromised?"
"It was tricky, but we getting him out with Team Impossible's help, and managed to find a few generals, and other leaders also still overlooked. D.C. is now a deathtrap now, though."
"Drone-flight, Wade," Tim told him, speaking for the first time. "If we don't undercut their apparent command structure now that they know we're on to them, we could end up facing our own military. Or worse."
"I was thinking that, too. Any word from Kim? She's gone quiet lately."
"You know Kim," Jim smirked.
Wade nodded.
"We'll alert the others, you handle saving our national leaders who aren't already brain-zapped. Remember the plan, Wade," Tim went on, his back to the screen just then.
"Tim, what are you….?"
"Gotta go," Jim said, the sound of James Possible's voice in the background.
Wade leaned back, studied the five drones he had already managed to launch, each carrying their own very powerful EMP. The sixth one over Dr. Director's location had just fired, giving her a ten mile safe zone.
Only that now made it very obvious they were onto whoever was out there, and ratcheted the odds on both sides.
Wade considered all the things at play just then, and actually gave a silent prayer that Team Possible could really pull off another miracle. Because just then, even he was feeling too good about their chances. And he was hiding in his ultimate fallback shelter himself, after calling to warn his parents to lay low after he had arranged for their inoculations.
Unfortunately, a good part of Middleton had already been infected, as Ron put it. Fortunately, they could save the rest, but it still left a lot of once innocent people…..dead.
That did not set well with him.
What grated even more was that he had never even seen this coming until he started looking into Kim's near death after she had faced Dementor. Then the pieces belatedly came together, and he began to track the growing sphere of influence all around the world.
The only thing he had yet to manage to decipher was who might be behind it, and why.
He turned back to his own monitors, eyeing his own agents in place, and radioed the President's contingent.
"Sir, the drone will reach your location in two minutes. Be ready to move. You cannot remain where you are without being taken."
"Understood," a man in a rumpled uniform with a lot of stars declared. "We appreciate your help. Tell me, though, is it true that Kim Possible….?"
"She's still alive, and fighting to stop the madman behind this, sir," he told him. "Don't worry, she's back on the job again, and she will put an end to this," he assured the men eyeing him on that monitor who all wore grim expressions.
They looked hopeful for a moment, but not overly much.
He understood.
"Thirty seconds," Wade told them. "Be ready to move. Remember the rendezvous point. You can't be late, or I can't guarantee a safe extraction."
"We'll be there," the stocky man in very rumpled suit declared. "This country isn't finished yet, and neither are we," the leader of the nation swore.
Wade pressed a button as he noted the GPS marker over D.C. just then, and fired his secret weapon before anti-aircraft measures could be implemented.
The monitor showing the area leaders went dark, and Wade grimaced as he leaned back. All he could do now was wait. Wait, and hope his impromptu plans to save those important men worked.
KP
"Ron, we just had an update," Jim called him as he and Monique sped toward their rendezvous with Kim in a borrowed mini-jet borrowed from a South American GJ branch.
"Jim," Ron nodded. "What's going on?"
"Things just escalated. Dr. Director had to use her EMP, and Wade just launched his operation to extract the President. If the mystery man didn't know we're wise yet, he does now. The cat is definitely out of the bag on this one. Any word from Kim on your end?"
"Not since she started south. And while we still have her beacon on GPS," he said, nodding at the tracking panel on his jet's control panel. "She's been quiet since she started south," he fretted.
"There could be a communications jammer around her, since she's getting close to the transmission source. Just get to her, and be ready to use your own fail-safe if necessary."
"Won't Kim…..?"
"She didn't get that gear. She's been out, remember," Tim snapped. "And the Roth was never fitted with protective measures, anyway, so it didn't do any good to add it to the car."
"Which means…."
"She needs you to get there, and back her up," Jim cut in. "Go. We've got Middleton. You get to work, and stop this mess. Leave the rest to us," the younger member of Team Possible snapped before the monitor went dark.
"Whoa. He's worried," Monique realized. "That just made my skin crawl."
"Yeah," Ron nodded grimly as he studied the GPS, and navigational setting again. "Because nothing worries those boys. If they're concerned….."
"We're screwed," Monique suggested grimly.
"Let's not forget Kim. Or the Ron-Man's mad luck," he forced a smile.
"Suddenly, I'm hoping our girl really is feeling up to this one. It's starting to look pretty serious," the raven beauty said somberly as she raised a small, seemingly impotent fist.
"Hang on, Monique. First thing you need to remmeber is that KP is already back on her feet, and out there ahead of us. And say what you want about the rest of us, that girl does not know how to quit. Whoever, or whatever is out there? They're going down," Ron declared with a knowing nod.
"Ron, I really hope you're right about this one."
"So do I," Ron almost said, but bit off the grim retort before he did. Instead, he simply just gave her a grim nod.
KP
"Okay," Kim nodded to Shego after dropping off Yori to make contact with her own people. "We're over the coast, and headed inbound towards the source of the signal. Wade? Wade?"
"Jamming," Shego asked knowingly.
"We're headed into enemy territory, likely to find the mastermind behind a plot to wipe out our entire race. What do you think?"
"Jamming," Shego nodded.
"I've still got a solid lock on the signal transmission."
"Well, duh. They can't jam it, or they lose control of all their people-bots," Shego huffed.
"You know, that just sounds….icky."
"Icky?"
"People-bots?"
"You prefer zombie-bots?"
Kim sighed.
"Just how much time have you spent around Ron lately?"
"More than I'd like," Shego admitted. "I do have the opinion your family is a lot more devious than people realize, though. You don't want to know how many times, and how many ways I've been threatened since they dragged me in to, ahem, help you."
"I can guess. Mom is cool, but she takes family very seriously. And the Tweebs?"
Kim only sighed there.
"I get it. They're just twisted."
"Goes without saying," Kim nodded authoritatively.
"And your dad?"
"Well, he just wants to pretend I'm still a little girl he can protect," she smiled. "So long as there are no boys around to offend my chastity…."
"That explains Stoppable," Shego sniggered.
"Hey!"
"Sorry. Sorry. Had to be said, though."
"Cute. Focus, will you? I think we're getting close."
"How can you be sure?"
"Well, the signal is getting stronger. Then again," she said, pointing out the windshield even as they felt something rock the Roth despite its impressive stabilizers. "There's that!"
"Oh, snap," Shego gasped, feeling her blood freeze as she looked down.
KP
"We are definitely being jammed," Ron said, turning to try something else as he adjust the jet's communication bands. "Nothing. But we do still have the cyber-signal, and we're getting close," he told Monique.
The woman stayed silent.
"You okay?"
"Just wondering how you and Kim make this all seem so easy without freaking out over what's happening," the woman admitted ruefully.
"Don't kid yourself," Ron said. "I am tweaked, hyper, and way close to losing it. I just learned to channel, and look calm. It takes some of the bluster from the baddies when they think you're dissing them with your innate coolness."
"And Kim?"
"Has always been insane. It's my only theory," the sandy-haired monkey master stated blandly.
"So, anything from the crazy girl," Monique asked with a rueful chortle as she eyed the communicators panel that had gone silent a few minutes ago, and not even crackled since.
"Can't even get Wade. We are definitely on our own for now."
"Man, I hope everyone else is okay," she murmured.
"Turn your seat right, look down, and open that panel."
"What is it?"
"Weapons locker," he told her. "You're going to want to grab everything you can carry. Something tells me, we'll need it."
"Not helping, monkey-boy," he said.
"I see the Roth," Ron declared, the jet suddenly banking even as Monique yelped when he abruptly banked hard.
"Hey! What are you….. Holy….freaking…..smokes," Monique gasped, seeing what lay below. "Is that?"
"It's KP. And I think she needs help," he said, aiming the jet down at a steep angle as laser blasts filled the sky around them. "Hang on. We're definitely on, Monique!"
"Ron," she shouted, clutching her seat in one hand, and the laser rifle she grapped up in the other as the jet dove at the ground that was coming up fast.
Very fast!
To Be Continued…..