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Knock, Knock
Kim left the helicarrier and headed straight for Banning, Truman, and Fontaine Law Firm'sparking garage, as Rocco instructed. Two hours came and went. Her contact still hadn't showed. Kim grew uneasy, draws her .357 Magnum, and searches beneath the structure, deck-by-deck. She didn't see anything unusual, except a manila envelope under a gray 2016 BMW X6's right windshield wiper.
Kim tears open, dumping the envelope, noting four items: a bill of sale, two photos, and a blu-ray disc. The car's bill of sale registered under an alias, Keira Vinson, complete with New York Driver ID, even a passport, if necessary. Hers and Ron's photo sported two giant red X's. She picks up the disc, unlocks the car, and climbs into the front seat. She inserts the disc into the player.
"Watch your back, SISA 3rd Class Agent Stoppable. There's a contract over you and your husband. Upper management wants you dead," a gruff, rumbly voice warns. The recording ends there.
Kim didn't even bother ejecting the disc. She quickly exits the vehicle, heading back towards her Coupe. She'd become a little paranoid over what happened last time. Global Justice tried to kill her, til she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. Now, she no longer had Fury's protection. She cultivated prominent assets within both organizations. She retrieves her black-market burner phone, dialing her emergency contact.
"Aurora, here," Scarlett Flame answers the call.
"It's going down now, Scar," Kim alerts her next move.
"I understand, and know what to do," she hangs up without another word.
Kim climbs into her car, turns over the ignition, and peels out the parking deck with sirens blaring. She reaches hers and Ron's apartment in under 20-minutes. She races upstairs, unlocks her door in haste, and hurries inside calling out, "Ron!" Over and over.
She panics, imagining the worst, smelling gas stronger and not getting a response. Kim bursts into the kitchen. Gun drawn. No one was there. She discovers why gas permeated their apartment. There'd been a struggle, dishes broken, flour and meal strewn over the floor, gas line cut, and stove tipped over.
She dashes upstairs into their bedroom. Ron laid beneath their bed. A needle lying nearby. All pieces fell into place. Fury wanted her dead. And Ron blamed. He'd been a little down lately over her working so much. Fury's scenario, Ron got depressed and killed her, then himself, case closed. Kim knelt down beside him. A trembling hand reaches out to take his pulse. She bursts into tears. He was alive, only beaten unconscious. 8u76yNothing was ever so simple. Not with her team.
"EOD inbound," Ares barely alerts her in time.
Kim didn't have time to debate her actions. She activates, channeling her powers through her battle suit. A cerulean sphere spreads around them. A 40-mm RPG breaches the bedroom window less than two seconds later, detonating against their headboard, followed closely by two more RPGs colliding midair above their heads.
Their apartment walls were so paper thin. They couldn't contain its magnitude. Concussive forces and fiery miasmas spread upward and outward, in every direction, bulldozing walls, ceilings, and floors, leaving little intact inside the apartment. Fiery miasmas spread into neighboring apartments, including two above and below theirs.
These miasmas swept over their interiors, reducing man and beast, even furniture to ash. Concussive waves shatter every window, spewing black smoke over 40-ft outside their complex on all sides. Broken furniture, glass shards, charred body parts, and other debris rain down below, littering the streets.
Red Hawke records his handiwork, swelling with pride. He envisions himself an artist. The world was his canvas. Blood was his pain. His portraits would stand the test of time. He snaps a photo and emails his clients, "Phase #1 complete. Video proof attached".
Fury, Dr. Director, Will Chamberlain ( . Hammerhead), and their co-conspirators smile balefully upon reading this text message. His video only deepens their joy. Her death would surely bring Dragon Phoenix back into the open. And they were ready this time. They'd learnt something they didn't know last time. She'd a mother. Grab her daughter, and the mighty goddess will be at their mercy.
Each conspirator grabs his/her cell phone texting those under his/her command, "Commence with Phase #2".
Interrupts Obit
Phase #2 entailed them alerting every major global media outlet about Special Agent Kimberly Anne Stoppable and her husband's deaths. That should bring Aconasema back into the open.
Tim and Jim caught these initial reports.
"Mom, dad…" Jim screams for both parents.
"…get in here," Tim urges in unison.
"Hurry!" Tim and Jim impress this situation's urgency.
James and Anne Possible rush into the living room.
"What's the emergency, boys?" James voices his wife's growing concerns.
Neither twin answers their dad. Jim simply turns up the TV's volume., "Hello, Middleton, it's with a heavy heart we here at WMGX Channel 13 News bring our latest coverage. About two hours ago, the 113th Fire Department in Upstate New York responded unto reports of massive explosions. Fire Marshal Oliver Trumble investigated the incident. Eyewitnesses recount seeing three RPGs breached Apartment 20-E at the Burlington Arms Complex…"
Jim mutes the television, hearing his mom burst into tears.
"Dear God, that's Kim and Ron's apartment".
No sooner does she bemoan her daughter and son-in-law's passing. A strapping 5'5" redhead crashes through their living room window. Anne turns, gasping in shock. Tears swell in her eyes. She fears the worst. First, the news report, now she recognizes Kim's co-worker. "Scarlet, what's wrong. And where's my little girl?"
She didn't have time to explain their situation. Their enemies' plans were progressing absolutely too fast hearing, "Scarlett Flame, you don't have time to explain and escape. You have a heavily armored convoy right now barreling down on your location".
"Copy that, Ares," she acknowledges the imminent threat. "Activate Red Eye's countermeasures, and identify those hostiles, while waiting on further orders".
"Let's move, People," she urges them. "We don't have time for questions".
Anne, James, and their boys don't argue. They'd learnt the hard way. It didn't do any good. Jim and Tim file outside but stopping cold, not believing their eyes.
"Whoa," Tim and Jim whistle aloud.
"Whose is this?" Anne asks as they head towards the 2016 BMW X6.
"Kimberly's".
"Wow," her father whistles, admiring the vehicle. "S.H.I.E.L.D. must pay better than Global Justice".
"Oh, trust me, this job comes with its perks, especially lately," Aurora makes sure the boy's strap themselves in tight. She jumps into the driver's seat.
"Where's the convoy now, Ares?"
"Still on the outskirts of Middleton, 6-minutes out," her voice comes through the dash.
"What're we up against?" She throws her X6 into drive peeling out.
"We have Buckley AFB's 120th Fighter Squad, consisting of six F16s, armed with 6 AGM-65 Maverick missiles, LAU-68/ARKWS rockets, and M-61A1 Vulcan 20-mm, 6-barrel Gatling cannon with over 500 API rounds. They're providing air support for E-Company of the 135th GSAB, Buckley AFB and the C-Company of the 157th Infantry Division at Grand Junction AFB, at least according to the ITO's CCN number".
"How well armed are their ground troops?"
"The convoy itself comprises B5 to B7 armored Marauders, LAPVs, MPVs, pick-up trucks, middle size vans, and smaller sedans, carrying an estimated 100 or more troops. My scans detect Class-3 blue lasers, assault/sniper rifles, RPGs, grenades, and plastique explosives".
"Anything unusual stand out, Ares?"
"My scans cannot penetrate the trailing Marauder's interior. I do trace a com-link hooked directly with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s helicarrier".
"Okay, that brings our situation into perspective," she ascertains their intentions. "This is starting to resemble what we were up against last time. Whoever's spearheading this attack must be aboard Fury's carrier, and probably coordinating everything with Global Justice. S.H.I.E.L.D. and G.J. have been chummy, ever since Kimberly ended their 50-year feud. Plus, Fury has been icy towards her lately, even threw her off the carrier yesterday".
James and Anne exchange pensive glimpses. Their son's notice, but don't say anything. All four knew, whatever was going down, they'd targeted their sister again, if she was still alive.
"It seems," Scarlett Flames continues with her deductions, "they're up to their old tricks, fronting the Colorado Army National Guard and Colorado Air National Guard to take the blame, while inserting S.H.I.E.L.D. and Global Justice agents among their outfit, like they did when the Trinidad and Tobago Police Services (TTPS) and SIA raided San-TechX Metallurgy, Inc. Typical Fury move".
She deduces, they expect us to terminate these pawns. Men and women sacrificed for the greater good. Upper management could then secure Congressional and U.N. GSC support for whatever they may have planned next".
"Agreed, Scarlett Flame," Ares concurs.
"Release our 'Bird Mites,' and let's let these bastards terminate themselves. That should really get their superiors' attention back in Washington, D.C."
In The Killing Zone
"Releasing 'Bird Mites' now," Ares executes her orders.
Most hackers devote their efforts to circumventing a system's security protocols. That was how the police caught most hackers. Few, however, really work within the system.
'Why do it the hard way, and risk detection, when you can legitimately interface with the targeted system without tripping a single alarm?' That was Ares' motto when he created nanobotic bird mites. The mites were so small, less than six microns in length. They didn't appear on the F-16's radar.
Each device attaches itself onto a specific F-16. A corrosive acid easily eats through the plane's heat shielding exposing internal circuitry. Nanobotic arms extend outward, tapping, and interfacing with each individual plane's systems.
"Link established," Ares alerts Scarlet. "We can now manipulate the pilots' GPS/NVIS enhanced helmet HUD system, feeding them bogus targets through their ALQ-23(V)".
"How long until the convoy enters the Red Eye Zone?"
"1 minute 34 seconds".
"Feed Halo their new target".
"I'm on it," Ares signs off temporarily.
Anne, James, and their children share mixed expressions. They didn't know exactly what order she'd given, but knew, it meant more people dying.
The lead pilot's HUD signals a change in target. Cautious, he seeks confirmation, "Roadrunner, this is Halo Leader. I'm seeking confirmation on our target".
Roadrunner was the convoy's code designation. "Hold please," Roadrunner's TAC office advises. She accesses Grim-Lore, S.H.I.E.L.D. and G.J.'s secret orbital platform specifically designed to scan Earth's surface and locate Aconasema and her daughter's bio-signatures. It could also locate anyone else's DNA as well.
They'd placed a tracked under the Possibles, Stoppables, and Loads' skin. Grim-Lore tracks them fleeing Middleton, headed in the opposite direction. They'd never catch their targets at this speed. She pinpoints three X-6s. She deduces, Possible planned her escape well, but not good enough to fool her. She scans each vehicle individually, pinpointing the one carrying their primary targets.
"Be advised, Halo Leader, targets are a lock. I repeat, targets are a lock," she broadcasts their current coordinates over their coded network.
Annie intercepts, alters her orders, then rebroadcasts these orders through Roadrunners own com-link system. Halo Leader had no reason to question his orders.
"Roger that, Roadrunner. Going dark and commencing run".
"Ares, tell me you recorded enough and can simulate that TAC officer's voice".
"Easily," he boasts. "I have NSA's latest AVAS modulation equipment".
"I don't even know what that is," Scarlet Flame concedes. "I'm assuming it's good. Either way, we have exactly 10-15-minutes, until showtime, Ares".
"For what, Scarlett Flame?"
"My grandest performance ever, Ares," she boasts cryptically.
She nor Kim bothered to share their plan here. Whatever it was, it didn't bode well for those soldiers and agents buried inside Fury's convoy.
The convoy was 30-minutes behind schedule. Colonel Manning seethes, staring at his watch every few minutes, seated inside the trailing Marauder. He blamed Fury for making this mission more difficult than necessary. His men could've handle this mission with no problems. Their efficiency illustrated their competency. They'd been there already. But, no. Fury had to saddle them with civilian agents.
What irked him far worse? He initially refused their involvement. Fury went over his head. His bosses in Washington overrode him, claiming this mission was far too delicate and flocked with untold dangers. These targets were wilier than any they'd dealt with in the past. And their home was a virtual fortress, guarded by a home defense network
This mission was far too delicate, flocked with untold dangers. Their targets were wily, and their home guarded better than most military bases. He didn't have time to babysit these wannabes. Women and men who play dress up and pretend they're soldiers, but didn't truly know the first thing about discipline. These missions never end well. His stomach pitted with doubt.
Luckily, he had more pressing matters to distract his mind. The armor added an extra layer of security, but slowed down their procession as well, which inversely increased their vulnerability to open attack. The lead LAPV gets halfway across an extended bridge, when the 120thdrops below. Weapons hots and targets locked, all F-16s screaming across the skyline at Mach 2.
"Ah, hell, that's why I loathe civilians being involved with military operations," Colonel Manning curses, seeing them headed his way.
"TAC Hayes, advise Halo Leader to abort this run".
"Yes, Sir," she salutes.
"Halo Leader, this is Roadrunner," she jumps into action.
There was no response.
"Halo Leader, this is Roadrunner, over," she tries again.
She starts to really worry, recalling Halo Leader saying he was going dark. She doubted they'd raise him. He'd already gone radio-silent, and commenced his run.
"Halo Leader, come in, over," she screams, panicking.
The radio's static seemed to grow louder, drowning her out. Colonel Manning's nerves unravel fearing the inevitable, unless his com office could reach their aerial support, the 120th Fighter Wing. She tries but failed, numerous times. He loses patience, pushes her aside, and grabs the receiver screaming, "Damn, You, Lieutenant, break off this bombing run!"
He didn't get a response either. Fate sorely mocked his rank and pride. He runs his hands through his thinning hairline. He knew they were sitting ducks, debating his options. The Marauder couldn't turn back around. The bridge was too narrow. And their vehicle wasn't that maneuverable. They could only go one way, straight ahead. He closes his eyes doing something he hadn't done in a while, praying.
In The Killing Zone, Two
Lieutenant Burns, Halo Leader, maneuvers his wing into attack formation, commencing their run. He arms his 6-barrel Vulcan cannon, as do those under his command. Halo Wing locks on the convoy below, thinking they were Kim Possible's terrorist allies, firing without prejudice.
Their 6-barrel cannons spew 36-rounds per second. The majority of their rounds miss the convoy's trailing vehicles, digging up the asphalt roundabout their tires. Concrete shards pummel their armor plating and windshields. A few rounds miss the convoy and bridge burrowing in the ground beneath the bridge. The rest hammers the convoy's armaments, leaving gaping dents and pin-size holes. The wing soars past, and comes back around to make another pass.
"Team Leader, this is Roadrunner. Cancel this run. Abort. Abort," Colonel Manning screams into his receiver, only getting more static.
Again. Colonel Manning's efforts prove a fruitless as TAC Hayes'. "Lieutenant, respond," he tries one last time.
Halo Leader soars past again coming back around. Cannons alone weren't enough. Lieut. Burns activates his pods firing ARKWS rockets. Those under his command follow suit firing theirs. Most miss their targets. The rockets detonate upon impacting the ground roundabout the bridge supports columns.
A couple of rockets detonate ahead the leading LAPV. The detonate sent powerful ripples through the bridge's infrastructure. Micro fractures creep along the roadway ahead, heading towards them, growing wide and spreading in a spider web fashion. The bridge groans with structural fatigue. The lead driver slams on brakes, skidding to a stop, bringing the convoy unto a dead halt.
Colonel Manning curses bitterly, realizing they were trapped and couldn't run. More rockets detonate upon impacting the vehicles ahead them. Their companions blew up in increasing numbers. Explosions grew closer. Serrated shrapnel beat against surviving vehicle's armor plating. The dents only grew wider and deeper with each impact, finally perforating their defenses, killing and wounding those inside the assaulted vehicles.
Fiery sulfuric smoke ascended amidst the chaos, threading their armor's holes, roasting survivors alive, also triggering their reserve plastique explosives. Pressure builds inside, like a pressure cooker, exploding with such force. The concussive waves spread its debris in every direction. Metallic shards beat against the nearest vehicles' armor plating.
This vicious cycle repeats itself, slowly making its way towards their Marauder, the convoy's mobile command center, code named Roadrunner. Each resulting explosion only speeds up the scene, amplifying the resulting explosions' destructiveness—destroying more vehicles, faster, killing more soldiers/agents, while compromising the bridge beneath them.
The last wave detonates upon impacting their mobile command center. The blast picks the Marauder up, flips it several times in the air, before slamming it hard into the bridge's crumbling support columns. The impact crushes the engine block, pushing the engine into the cab. The engine pins the driver's bent legs beneath his seat. The cab cave in like papier-mâché.
The trailer survived intact. It had minor dents. Fires danced inside the cab and crushed engine block. The mobile command center rebounds off the column and comes to rest. Front bumper hanging over the bridge's edge, teetering back and forth like a seesaw. Those under Colonel Manning's command panic, jump from their seats, diving from the vehicle.
Captain Jacklyn Harding observes the impossible. Halo Leader's F-16 commences a four pass, while his companions drop back and watch. She deduces, either this was a suicide run, or this strike was personal. She didn't care which. Their own people targeted them. Not their enemy. And they couldn't raise Halo Leader over the radio.
She couldn't argue. Halo Leader was friendly. And yet, he'd gotten his wires crossed somehow. Her people had one avenue of retreat, the only section of the bridge still intact. A single RPG could collapse this section of the bridge, killing all her people. She was too slow. She'd never make it unto the other side. Why try? At least she could cover those who had a chance. Captain Harding climbs into the only still intact LAPV. She crawls into the back arming its 20-amm auto-cannon firing.
Lieutenant Burns, Halo Leader, returns fire. Vulcan cannon spewing 6,000 RPMs. 20-mm auto-rounds hammer the bridge, trailing near her position. Select rounds even compromise the support columns. The bridge groans worse, swaying ever so slightly.
Captain Harding mans her post covering her comrades' escape. 20-mm projectiles light up the sky. Alas, she wasn't fast enough. Her efforts couldn't prevent the inevitable.
Lieutenant Burns targets her point-blank, firing an AGM-65 Maverick.
To hell with running. She'd never make it to safety. Captain Harding resolves, she may die, but she'd take that bastard with her. She fires her 20-mm cannon with more determination. She gets lucky with a single shot. A 20-mm shell perforates the lieutenant's tail section.
Lieut. Burns wasn't sure what she'd hit. Only, his controls become unresponsive. And the nose abruptly dives. Alarms start to blare alerting an imminent crash in progress. Lieutenant Burns fires his payload, before ejecting. He floats mid-air, watching with anticipation, as his missiles impact one-by-one, taking down three-quarters of the bridge.
Those trapped on the bridge reap death's full fury. Concrete, metal shavings, warped plating and other debris mercilessly tear through their mortal flesh, whereupon a fiery miasma waited to devour those who survive the first. The few who survive this torment die screaming to the top of their lungs, while plunging headfirst to their death into the ravine below.
Sandman, Halo's Wind Commander, witnesses Halo Leader eject. He breaks radio silence to verify their next orders, "Roadrunner, this is Halo Leader Two. Halo Leader's clipped. His plane is down. But, we acquired our targets. Mission accomplished".
"Copy that, Halo Two. Acquisition confirmed. Return unto base. We'll meet you there".
"Long-neck Mama, here we come," Team Leader Two caterwauls like a bobcat.
"If you get there before us, pop one for us, too. Roadrunner out," Scarlett Flames disconnects, before busting out laughing heavily. She'd fooled them all so easily.
"Mind telling us, what all that was about?" Anne probes what just happened.
"Nah, I don't mind. The enemy just bombed their own people helping us escape".
"And why would they do that?" James gives his best sideways intimidating grimace.
"Let's just say, they suffered a slight break in communications, a crossed wire or two," she rests her hands over her X6's dash screen. A green light scans her prints.
"Authorization granted. What's mission parameters, Scarlett Flame?"
"Terminate the Bird Mites' link with enemy planes, and bring them home, Ares".
"Five online. A sixth was destroyed when Halo One crashed into Becker's Bridge off County Road 117, Scarlett Flame".
"Dispatch our best sanitation team, Ares. We can't leave any trace about what happened back there. The more questions they ask, and the longer they probe this debacle, the better it will be for us all".
"I'll get right on that, after signaling home-base," Ares signs off.