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Short Fuse
The Possible, Stoppables, and Loads walks towards the dungeon.
Aconasema stops them cold, waltzing back into the main area. Armor saturated in blood. Blade now sheathed upon her body. Shield held tightly in her right hand. Helmet and face guard shielding her eyes.
"Not this time, Little One," she refused to be mollified.
"But, Mommy..."
"Not buts, Young Lady," Kim puts her foot down. "I'm going! That's final!"
"You go's, I go's. That's Pinal," Hana stomps her little foot, too.
Kim stops and turns. Irate, she'd dare oppose her openly, but also impressed by Hana's fortitude. She didn't let this traumatic experience crush her fighting spirit. A new plan formulates in her mind. Hana's defiance could play unto her favor, if spun just right. "Alright, Little One, you can come, but you'll need an upgrade first, do you agree?"
"I'sa dos a'ne'tang to keep yous safe, Mommy".
Kim holds out her sword.
"No," Olivia Stoppable races towards them yelling, "keep that damn thing..."
Kim simply points, an invisible force grabs Olivia and drags her back kicking and screaming, until she's fettered immobile against the far back wall.
Hana falters, glancing towards her Mama.
Kim senses her conflicting emotions counseling, "She's Mama. I'm only Mommy. I may've birthed you, Hana. She raised you. She's the mama you remember. I don't expect you to choose between us. If you heart says stay, then stay with her. I won't blame or love you any less, Little One. But, if it says come with me, then let's fuse. Listen to your heart, My Brave Daughter. What's my big girl's choice?"
"I goes," she decides.
"Daddy, watch over Mama".
"That's my girl," Kim whips around her sword, crying something in an ancient dialect. A crimson ray shoots out her sword's tip, washing over Hana, head to toe. She starts to age right before their eyes, until she looked about 16-years old.
"What'd you do unto my little girl?" Olivia Stoppable gasps, ready to burst into tears.
"Relax, Maw. It's only temporary. We couldn't fuse with her son young. The merger would've killed her instantly. Now we can without endangering her life".
Olivia couldn't relax. She didn't understand anything Kim said. She only knew Kim planned on taking her baby into danger. Her mind was so clouded with anxieties. She could barely think straight. Plus, she couldn't move her limb a single inch.
"Hana, do you remember when Aconasema and I fused?"
"Yes, Mommy," she nods her head.
"Ours will be a little different".
"Just tells mes what I's needs to do, Mommy".
"Here, reach out and grasp a hold of my sword," Kim extends her sword.
Hana grasps hold the sword without any hesitation. A crimson aura spreads over her 16-year old body. Aconasema and Hana fuses, then vanishes moments later".
"Annie, where are they?"
"Kim and Hanna are on Earth".
"What are they doing?" Wade asks.
"Scarlett Flames and her teams are under heavy attack," Annie delivers the worst news possible.
"She's taking my baby into battle," Olivia sobs heavier, leaning into her husband's chest.
"It's the only way she'll learn to control her powers, or they'll kill her later on," Wolverine tries to console the irate adoptive mother.
The invisible force dissipates. "Oh, shut up, you... you..." Olivia grunts, not free to move. She storms out of the main area. She wasn't willing to complete the thought now scrolling through her mind.
Dean Stoppable wasn't far behind.
Battle Royale
Scarlett Flames managed to rescue Reuben, Gwen, June, and Larry Possible. Her teams regrouped outside Upperton city limits. Local and state police ambushed them, storming all sides.
Scarlett Flame lost half her team simply trying to reach this abandoned warehouse. It wasn't a very defensive position. Alas, it afforded better protection than being out in the open. AP rounds perforated its exterior siding with such ease. She didn't wish to harm these women and men. They weren't their enemies, only mere pawns in all this.
Aconasema and Hans appears in the skies above them. Both local and state cops knelt behind their cars, hammering the warehouse with various caliber full automatic rounds. Armored LAPVs and MPVs guarded their sixes, no doubt waiting on her arrival. She wasn't one to disappoint. Aconasema lands, and shimmers into open view.
SAIC 1st Lieutenant Leanne Daley served in American Military Intelligence for 15 years and then joined the NSA 10-years ago. She had quite the reputation. She was staunch and unyielding, with people skills to match an angry Rottweiler. She gave an order and expected it obeyed, immediately. "Our target is within the nest. I repeat, our target is within the nest," she radios her bosses.
"Fire," her bosses order her to carry out her part of their plan.
"Forget the warehouse, and target Aconasema,' she relays their orders. Her teams don't question their orders. Every cop, agent, and soldier target Aconasema outright. Various caliber rounds and laser shots assail her body armor. The LAPVs target her with their HK-GMG remote auto-grenade launchers. 40-mm RPGs whistle left and right joining the assault. The M-153s didn't disappoint firing their M2s.
Aconasema didn't buckle, simply stomping her feet. Her soles leave a miniature crater, shaking everything and everyone within a quarter mile radius. A fiery tidal wave arose beneath her sole, washing over their attackers. Her objective wasn't to kill. Her daughter was with her, this time.
The LAPVs and M-153s dissolve into atoms, as do the soldiers, police, and agents' weapons, body armor, and clothes, leaving them all buck naked. Men and women alike. All equally exposed. She turns around about to head inside the warehouse.
"Aconasema, I wouldn't leave just yet. You have two Cobra and Comanche class assault helicopters headed your way. Weapons hot and they'll be within firing range within 30-seconds".
"Copy that, Ares".
"Children, destroy them," she merely points heading inside.
Tiny portals burst open above them. Fiery phoenixes and dragon emerge into open view. Wings outstretched. Shrieking ferally. All take off at inordinate speed. Flight in tight V-combat formations.
"Sorry, I failed in getting them out safely," Scarlett Flames bows her head in shame.
"Don't beat yourself up, Scarlett. You kept them alive, until I got here. That is what really counts. And besides, their being alive will enrage those behind this madness, possibly even spur them into acting far quicker than planned. Who knows? We may catch a break. I'm grateful, My Friend".
Aconasema opens a portal instructing her, "Scarlett, lead them through, and back onto my base. I still have one last stop to make before returning".
"Sure, Boss," Scarlett salutes.
A Head's Up
She'd been played long enough. By Fury. By Dr. Director. The Shadow Committee and the GSC. Not to mention, whoever was behind the scenes pulling their puppet strings. It was past time she shared her dread. Aconasema appears inside Global Justice HQ, barricading Betty's office door with an invisible force field.
Dr. Director didn't detect her presence, til Aconasema fully materializes inside her office and casts Red Hawke's severed head across her desk. Fresh blood splashes over her paperwork and in her face. His head rolls off her desk and lands in her lap. His cold, lifeless eyes staring back into hers. Dr. Director jumps up, realizing what'd occurred. Only then did she recognize her uninvited guest.
"Aconasema," she contemns, shaking off the blood, "what do you want?"
"Your chief assassin failed," Aconasema direct Dr. Director's attention towards her desk. "Your convoys backing him up did, too. Even your Cobra and Comanche attack helicopters. I destroyed them all, leaving your forces, along with local LEOs a little exposed, shall we say". She snickers, imagining the publicity tomorrow when this hits the papers.
"Why are you here? It isn't simply to gloat, I assume". Betty crosses her arms defiantly, not to appear rattled by her presence.
"I'm here to deliver a message. Period".
"What message would that be?"
"Apparently, I chose the wrong lover," she plays up her cover story. Maybe a little subterfuge might spread dissension among these conspirators, who knew? "Fury can't or downright refuses to deliver my message, so I've chosen you. Maybe a woman can do what a man couldn't?"
"Enough already," Dr. Director loses her patience. "Don't be so long winded".
"Long winded?" Aconasema screams in ire deploying her claws. She glares upon the director with blood in her eyes. She races ahead grabbing and pinning her against the far back wall.
"Mama, no!" Hana screams.
Dr. Director snaps her head left and right. She'd know that voice anywhere. They'd had Golden Heart under 24/7 surveillance the last 2-years straight. She, however, didn't see anyone else here but herself and Aconasema. And Aconasema's lips never moved either. "Where's she?" Dr. Director demands to know Golden Heart's whereabouts.
"The two are one," 16-year old Hana replies through Aconasema.
"Huh?" Dr. Director saw her lips move this time. She still didn't understand what she might be pulling.
"She means we're fused, Director," Aconasema explains in terms even she'd understand.
"That's why our scans have been so spurious around you," Dr. Director curses aloud. "We've been scanning two mutants simultaneously. One question still remains unanswered, "What about the child with the Stoppable family? Who is she?"
"I knew you'd inevitably learn about my daughter's birth, and planned accordingly. Simply put, I gave you the perfect patsy".
"What do you mean?"
"Simpletons," Aconasema condescends, "I always knew, sooner or later, authorities would learn about my little girl's birth. That's why I started all those rumors. So, you'd never know exactly when she was born, at least not until I was ready to reveal it unto you.
I also knew you'd seek an oriental girl about 6-9 years old. I, therefore, set up a patsy by randomly selecting and tailoring a little oriental girl's blood, just enough to favor mine. Only, this pawn could never wield my powers. She would be authentic enough to convince you cretins she was mine. And you went after her with all your hearts".
"How long ago did you do this?" Dr. Director bought her story. Even she wasn't sure why. It simply sounded like something Aconasema would so.
"I know how you simpletons think. I knew, you'd figure out what I'd done, sooner or later. So, like I said, I tailored a patsy's DNA, before putting myself and my daughter into stasis all those years ago. A loyal subject waited a while, then thawed and arranged her adoption through Yamanouchi. Not even the old man ever suspected my involvement or objectives behind the scenes. The true beauty of my plan, this decoy isn't royal blood, can't wield my powers, and much younger than my daughter.
As expected, you cretins were so blinded by power when you learnt about her birth. You never stopped to ask yourselves a simple question. Where exactly was she born? Your 'brain box' simply approximated her age, which was very close unto my decoy's age. And you naturally assumed her being mine. You, therefore, hunted down and murdered Possible's friends, even arrested and incarcerated her allies within Global Justice and S.H.I.E.L.D., and childhood support base on fake evidence. That was comedy in action. And you did it to obtain a decoy," she cracks up laughing hard.
"Sonuva..."
"Now. Now," Aconasema wags her finger reprovingly, "watch what you say around my daughter, Dr. Director. She's an impressionable teen. And besides, you'd best be thanking her. You're still alive, because of her. She's become my sole reason for living; my conscience and guide. I lost my humanity over what your co-conspirators put me through".
"What do you want?" Dr. Director demands with a stone-cold glare. She didn't care about what she'd put this mutant through. Her eyes bore like daggers through this predator's heart.
"You're my messenger".
"What's my message?"
Actions always speak louder than words. Aconasema draws her Blood Reaper Blade striking the director's desk. A crimson aura spreads over its exterior, crackling like fire, and devouring its essence in under 3-seconds. She leans in closer whispering firmly, "Tell the Boss, hunt the Possibles, Stoppables, and Loads, anyone else he wants, I won't say a single word. Come after me or my little one again, and I won't hesitate to bathe this pathetic world in blood".
Dr. Director didn't doubt she meant every word. She presses her back harder against the wall trying to get as much distance as possible between her and that accursed sword.
"Tell himwhat you've seen. Trust me, he'll find it educational," Aconasema busts up laughing and vanishes before her eyes.
Telling The Boss
She retracts the force field, unbarricading the director's door. Will Du and several others rush inside but stops cold, noticing the severed head where her desk once stood.
"Director, what's happened here?" Will asks what no one else dared.
"Who do you think, Commander?"
He notices she said who, not what. "Aconasema?"
"Who else? She stopped by to deliver a couple of messages?"
"What message, Director?"
"Oh, shut the hell up and get out," she shoves them all outside, slamming her door.
Dr. Director rummages through her bottom right desk drawer fishing out her satellite phone. She skims her contact list selecting BOSS. The phone of the other end rings several times.
"Report," a gruff modulated voice bids her.
"Sir, I received a visit..."
"What'd she say, Director?"
"First, she gloated over beating our best teams. Again! She mentioned something about how she'd left them a little exposed".
"Exposed hell! That's putting it mildly," Hammerhead scoffs. "She stripped our agents, local cops, and military backup buck naked, men and women. She left them to wander around the outskirts of town, in an unfamiliar area. Middleton PD received an anonymous tip…"
"Wade Load," Dr. Director regretted missing her target.
"Most likely," Hammerhead suspected the same thing. "Either way, local police apprehended our agents and military allies, moments later, booking them on indecent exposure, attempted murder, and carrying out unauthorized clandestine operations on American soil.
The media was also tipped about this little incident. Tomorrow's headline will read, "S.H.I.E.L.D AND GLOBAL JUSTICE IN BED TOGETHER, LITERALLY!' Edited photos of our agents and allies being busted for public nudity will top every major newspaper and internet website around the world.
Making matters worse, Canadian authorities linked us with another illegal operation, Global Justice and S.H.I.E.L.D. Canadian authorities recovered our drone lost behind their borders. Wade Load even supplied Canadian Intelligence with its exact coordinates. Now they've filed formal charges with the U.N. Oversight Committee. We have a virtual PR nightmare. So, you'd best quit stringing me along and tell me the truth. What'd she say, Director?"
"She delivered Red Hawke's severed head..."
"Any outright threats?"
"All specifically aimed at you, Sir".
"What makes you say that, Director?"
"Aconasema tossed his head into my lap saying, 'Tell the Boss', (I'm guessing she meant you, Sir), hunt the Possibles, Stoppables, Loads, or anyone else you want. I won't say a single word. Come after me or my little one again, and I won't hesitate to bathe this pathetic world in blood".
"Damn," he swears begrudgingly, "if only we could get our hands on that daughter. We could..."
"We'd have to conquer the mother first".
Hammerhead was boiling mad over her daring to interrupt him, but kept his cool. She'd never done this outright before. His gut told him. There was a good reason behind this outburst, "Why do you say that, Director?"
"Aconaseam and her daughter are fused together. To get one, we must contain them both".
"What about the little girl?"
"G.J.'s best geneticists analyzed that little girl's genetic profile, pediatric records, and so forth. They detected a genetic abnormality in her blood. Something she didn't acquire at birth. They all theorized she was an average little girl. I didn't initially believe their assessment. Now, I'm not so sure. If what she said was true, it'd explain so much, Sir".
"What'd she say?"
"Aconasema claims, she killed that little girl's parents, tailed her blood as a decoy for us, then pawns arranged her adoption".
"Why would she do this, Director?" He couldn't believe they'd been tricked. Again!
"First, it'd protect her daughter. We'd detect early mutations in her blood, and be convinced she was hers. She wire-worked us into eliminating Kim Possible's family and friends, secondly, keeping us busy, until she'd set the next stage of her retribution into motion".
"Interesting," Hammerhead entertains the possibility. "Maybe we've targeted the wrong people this whole time".
"Sir, we come too far, and can't back down now," she disputes the repercussions.
"Correction, Director," Hammerhead sneers over his betrayal, "there's no we in this. S.H.I.E.L.D. nor Global Justice's Oversight Committees ever officially sanctioned your rogue op". He disavows her actions, laughing her to scorn, and hanging up.
Survival necessitated keeping him pacified. Something about his obnoxious laughter ticks her the wrong way. "What about Raja's sword, Boss?"
His laughter devolves into piercing, gagging coughs almost instantly. His mind reeling with a single question, "How'd you learn about that?"
"Please," she rubs him right back, "my people aren't inept as you think. Also, Aconasema wielded her father's sword right inside my office".
"What? She possesses both weapons, the sword and the shield?"
"She didn't have a shield, but definitely wielded a crimson red sword. She barely struck my desk. A crimson red aura spread over its exterior dissolving it before my eyes. Want to see the video?"
"Sunuv..." Hammerhead slams down his receiver. Literally growling, sure she was mocking him.
He'd recruited her, convincing she was doing what's best for humanity. They were supposed to be humanity's guardians, willing to sacrifice anything to achieve their goals. Thins get a little dicey, and they turn against throwing each other unto the wolves.
Her bosses turned against her. She'd bet, Fury's did the same. "One good turn deserves another," she vows vengeance, emailing Fury a copy of this conversation. Maybe they could help cover each other's asses somehow.
Dr. Director tosses her HenchCo phone in the back of her bottom right desk drawer. She thought but dared not say aloud. Even Aconasema would've made a better ally than her own bosses. Alas, she was trying to destroy humanity.
And, even if she weren't, Dr. Director knew she'd gone too far now. She'd reached that point, where, there was no turning back and switching sides. She'd made her bed, and must live with the consequences, for good and for evil. Everything she'd done was to safeguard humanity. She didn't regret her actions, and would do the same thing again.