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Reigning Forest
Dr. Director sat aboard G.J. newest acquisition, peeved but hopeful. G.J. didn't have S.H.I. .'s generous fiscal budget. And yet, her 'tiny' organization obtained a hybrid transport plane, a crossbreed between an AN-225 and theoretical X-34B. Her jet screamed across the sky at Mach 6. She came fully prepare to even battle S.H.I.E.L.D., if necessary.
True, G.J. didn't have mutant agents, like S.H.I.E.L.D. An oversight, she intends on correcting when she completes this mission. Dr. Director wasn't worried. Fury would never bring along mutants when hunting one of their own. They might turn against and wipe out his teams.
This was one fight she didn't intend on losing. It was him or her. Their very lives hinged on who obtained 'Golden Heart,' their designation for Aconasema's daughter. It was a 'one lives, one dies, winner takes all' type of mission. Whoever acquire that little girl, her organization would set the course of global law enforcement for generations to come.
That was why her transport plane carried 40 M1 Abram tanks, 20 M1-ABVs (armed with M58-MICLIC, mine and explosive sweeper), 2 Bradley BCV (Battle Command Vehicles with state-of-the-art communications suite), 6 AN/TWQ-1 Avenger (4/8 FIM-92 Stinger Missiles launcher and .50-M3P machine gun), 4 M270A1 MLRS, 10 Humvee SCTVs, 6 M113s, and X-47 prototype drone armed with 6 AGM-176 Griffin air-to-surface missiles, and backed by over 800 agents.
"Cubby Leader, this is Gray Fox. Come in, Cubby Leader".
She assigned a surveillance team, code named Gray Fox, to watch S.H.I.E.L.D.'s every move. "Go ahead, Gray Fox. What do you to report?" She inquires.
"Cubby Leader, Sly Weasel just left his nest, headed your way".
Sly Weasel was her code name for S.H.I. .'s Senior Director, Nick Fury. "Roger that, Gray Fox. Rendezvous with us at the assigned coordinates".
"We'll be there, Cubby Leader. Gray Fox, out".
"Frank," she radios her pilot, "let's get a move on".
Her pilot increases their thrust to maximum. Her transport accelerates past Mach 9, arriving in the Amazon jungle an hour ahead of their competition.
The pilots scan the area landing amidst a small clearing, 2-click north-northeast of Golden Heart's cabin. Dr. Director unloads her team and equipment in record time. Both load up and heads out slowly making their way over this rocky, holey patch of jungle dirt. Stumps still stuck up amidst the 'road'.
"Cubby Leader, this is Host. Over," Will Du relays their TAC report. This was a new experience. He was usually the one ran point, and she stayed behind.
Dr. Director couldn't afford to even trust her own right-hand man. Will was competent but somewhat impulse at times. She couldn't chance him slipping up. Their lives and Global Justice's very existence hung in the balances. Too many things could go wrong. "What do you have, Host?" She queries.
"Contact verifies, Sly Weasel and his teams are closing fast upon our position. Their quint-jets fully armed for combat".
"What's our combat readiness, Host?"
"Not good, Cubby Leader. We still have superior speed and maneuverability in the air, and firepower on the ground. But, their jets have Kh-90 hypersonic cruise and BrahMos-II air-to-surface missiles, along with AIM-120 AMRAAM and K-1000 air-to-air missiles, and two M-134 Gatling style mini-guns under the nose front and one near the tail section".
"How long until arrival, Host?"
"Given their craft can sustain Mach 6, even loaded as it is, approximately 10-minutes".
"Picking up pace, Host".
"Roger that, Cubby Leader. I will continue to monitor bands, and keep you updated about changes in the field. Host out".
"Sir, I've picked up some chatter near Golden Heart location," Romany, his Chief Com Officer, alerts Fury.
"Scan everything within 10-click of that cabin. Verify there are no rebels in the area. They could be sheltering Golden Heart".
4-minutes pass in relative silence. No one dared talk. The computer did enough for them all. A long, drawn out beep alerts them. Trouble was coming".
"Sir, earlier we intercepted a spurious signal. We originally thought it was background noise. Upon closer examination, the signal contained Pentagon grade encryption, and knew, it wasn't mere noise. Acting on a hung, I descrambled the message and ran a voice print analysis. My analysis proved, Dr. Director's leading this mission, Sir. Global Justice has a jump on us".
"Damn," Fury pounds his command chair. He'd heard the rumors. They never seemed that credible, until now. "She must be using G.J. prototype Mark X-34. That's the only way they could reached beat us here".
"My thoughts exactly, Sir," his TAC officer illustrates his initiative. "There isn't many places a plane that size can land inside the Amazon jungle, and still reach Golden Heart any time soon. Therefore, based on the X-34's size and VTOL capability, I've narrowed three possible points where they could've landed: (1) a small clear about 2-click north-northeast of the cabin, (2) a riverbed about 6-clicks south, or (3) a small formation of rocks, that could double as a helipad".
Fury debates this TAC data deducing, "The riverbed and rocky formation would leave them too exposed. Dr. Director would choose the clearing. That's where they are".
"I can't detect them, Sir".
"You won't, TAC. S.H.I.E.L.D. INTEL confirms, G.J.'s scientists equipped that transport with an experimental cloak. Even S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't figured out how it operates. Yet".
"Black Widow, once we reach Golden Heart's location, hover over and we'll rappel into the cabin. It's the only way we'll acquire the objective, before our colleagues interfere".
"Copy that, Sir," she accelerates the engines into the red.
All Hell Breaks Loose
Another 4-minutes pass in nerve-racking silence, until alarms start to blare aboard the Quint-Jet.
"What the hell's going on, Wilkes?" Fury screams at this Senior TAC Officer.
He didn't respond right away. Fingers flying across his control panel, running last second scans, and studying their readouts. This mission was too important. He triple-checks every piece of data, not taking anything at face value, even running various battle scenarios. What would he do in this given situation?'
"Well?"
Wilkes finally answers his boss with absolute certainty, "Sir, we have M26 and M30 rockets headed straight towards us".
"Taking evasive maneuvers," Black Window screams over the cabin com.
"Two MGM-140B ATACMS headed our way, too," Wilkes amends his early report.
"Sir, I hate to admit this. Global Justice intends on bringing us down," Black Widow gives her own expert opinion.
"You think," Fury snaps, jostled about, as Black Widow took evasive maneuvers.
"Wilkes, G.J.'s limited funds would diminish their TAC positions. Scan the area for anything even remotely resembling an M993 Carrier Vehicle. They're armed with M270 MLRS platforms, concealed somewhere nearby. Those platforms can lobby M26/M30 rockets and MGM-140B missiles. They're trying to distract us, while Global Justice ground units acquire Golden Heart.
That'd be the ultimate insult. S.H.I.E.L.D. would never live down the humiliation, if they beat us there. What does G.J. know about mutants S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn't? Nothing! S.H.I.E.L.D. wrote the book. In the meantime," Fury smirks seditiously, "target that clearing and fire".
A crimson-red saucer shaped warship decloaks off their aft port firing an ionized spread of warheads. The warheads keep pace with their plane for 10-seconds.
"Sir, I'm detecting..."
Aconasema re-engages her warship's cloak.
"What'd you detect, Wilkes?"
"I detected a saucer shaped aircraft. Now? It's gone. Simply gone, Sir".
"Black Widow?'
"Haven't see anything, Sir. Nothing on…" She falls silent, as her panel lights up. Instruments detecting something her eyes couldn't readily see. That changed rather abruptly.
"Sir, check the starboard windows," she directs his attention outside the plane.
Crimson red ionized warheads shimmer into view. Each thunder ahead easily overtaking their own warheads.
"Trajectory?"
Wilkes says, "The clearing, Sir". The crimson warheads detonate on impacting the plane. A bright flash blinds them physically and disrupts their instruments' readings for several seconds. And, when the flare dissipates. The clearing and plane should've been toast, but was still intact.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Kh-90s and AGM-114 Hellfire air-to-surface missiles veer off course, for no apparent reason, detonating roundabout the forest roundabout G.J.'s X-34. Fiery black smoke spews high above the tree line spreading in every direction. Serrated shrapnel skinning the trees' bark, while concussive waves rapped the landscape bare, leaving nothing up charred stumps and ash behind.
"Wilkes, what's wrong with my missiles?"
"This ionized radeon cloud is disrupting our laser/GPS locking mechanism. Sir, we have a bigger problem. Scans detect 8 RIM-174 ERAM air-to-surface missiles".
"How the hell can theirs lock onto us in this ionic cloud, when our more advanced missiles can't obtain a positive lock on them?"
"I don't know, Sir," he gets busy trying to find out.
Kim needed to sow confusion. How better than destruction? Alas, she still needed them alive. At least Dr. Director and Nick Fury.
Aconasema overshadows S.H.I.E.L.D.'s quint-jet. All missiles impact an invisible shield, detonating prematurely. The concussive wave spews shrapnel through the air. Most bounce harmlessly off their outer armor plating, while only the sharpest, fastest moving pieces embed through the jet's outer hull, a few breaches in select places. Their jet screams through their fiery smoke cloud. Alarms blare, as black smoke pours beneath the engine. The jet goes into an abrupt nose dive. Terra firma coming up fast.
"All hands, abandon ship," Fury orders. The crew jump up and grab their parachutes.
"No, Sir, I can save her".
"If you think you can, try. If not, jump before this thing crashes. That's an order, Black Widow".
"Understood, Sir," she salutes.
The rest of the crew bail out, as their plane spirals faster towards ground zero. Tail section spewing oily black smoke. Alarms blaring and controls sluggish at best. Black Widow pulls the yoke back hard. A piece of shrapnel breaks loose tumbling unto the ground. The control starts to respond again. She pulls back, the nose starts to come up again. "Sir, I have control again".
"Good. What was the trouble, Black Widow?"
"A piece of shrapnel lodged under the right-wing's tip-flap, Sir".
"Signal our back-up squad, land atop the rocky formation above the cabin, and join us inside. We need a woman's touch securing the package".
"I'll be there, Sir".
Every Good Turn
While Fury and his teams padded the skies above, Dr. Director and her teams reaped their own woes below. Four M1-ABVs lead their charge, 20-meters ahead. The convoy was within 0.25-mile of Golden Heart's cabin. They hadn't encountered any trouble so far.
This mission went smoothly, a little too much so. Something told her, that was about to change. Her danger sense began to tingle. She'd learnt the hard way. Don't ignore her instincts. "Let's drop back, Lieutenant. We're too close to our objective. We can't get careless now, or we'll lose our prize".
"Yes, Director," her driver moves over, letting those behind pass them. Four more M1-ABVs join their counterparts leading this charge across this rugged terrain. Those aboard, all the while, felt someone watching their convoy's every move. An X-47C drone prototype swoops down out the sky. Gunners spot the drones spraying the skyline.
The drone's new pilot banks a hard left executing an inverse roll. She comes back around firing. Six AGM-176 Griffins screams towards their marks.
"Director, that's our drone firing on us?"
"What!?" Dr. Director glares like he was crazy. She glances back, "Are you sure?"
"Positive, Ma'am," its operations officer even confirms it. "Someone hacked its operating system. We no longer have control over our own attack drone".
"Where's this foreign signal originating?"
"The cabin, Director".
The drone's new pilot banks a hard left, executes another inverse roll, and comes back around.
That was all she needed to hear. She knew who was behind this attack. Dr. Director taps her ear bud order, "Host, initiate Drone #Alpha 7 Kilo Victor 2's fail safe".
Commander Du types in his command code authorization, triggering the drone's fail safe. The X-47C blows up a fraction of a second later. Little good it did. The damage already done. Six AGM-176 Griffin missiles scream across the sky. The first impacts just ahead the convoy. The resulting concussion easily knocks over the two lead M1-ABVs.
"Well, Ma'am," he shouts over the explosions, tossed about in the command vehicle, "that settles one thing. For sure".
"What's that, Commander?"
"She knows we're here".
"You think," Dr. Director rolls her eyes.
The 2nd impacts between the crippled M1-ABVs, completely decimating both vehicles. The 3rd Griffin hits 3rd ABV dead center detonating. That blast wave propels the first two ABVs' shrapnel. Armor plating shreds armor plating, like a tin, crippling two more far enough away. Outer hull scorched black, and engine black shredded with shrapnel.
The 4th and 5th Griffins don't disappoint. Both detonate about the same time Kim activates nearly 20 Mk-19 automatic grenade launchers mounted inside M153-CROWS II mounts, lining the makeshift service road cutting through a dense forest.
Mk-19s thunder like cannons as 40-mm GTB-7VM RPGs assail them from all sides. The 4th and 5th ABVs' armor takes so many hits so fast. Their armor plating buckles rather quickly. Fiery shrapnel ignites their fuel tanks. Fiery miasmas claim their latest victims, trapped inside. The 6th Griffin veers off course obliterating several trees but uprooting others, which collapse atop, trapping their lead vehicles.
Every Man For Himself
"Director, they're being slaughtered," Fury's TAC officer gives him a field update.
"Their problem, Farrel. Not ours. Our objective states, we much reach that cabin before them".
"Understood, Sir. They're serving as distractions, while we acquire the package".
"Exactly". Fury lands, and discards his parachute. He sprints ahead, his teams not far behind.
Back with Global Justice.
She had nearly 600 agents under her command. Men and women with washboard abs and arms like mighty trees. Even so, what could they do? A tree blocked their advance. And road was too narrow for a hasty retreat. 40-mm GTB-7VM RPGs assailed them, left and right, from all sides. M2 Brownings joined the foray, as.50-caliber API rounds detonating in increasing furor against their armor vehicles.
Soldiers and agents crawl through mud. Bullets soaring over their heads ricocheting left and right. RPGs detonating against leaving bigger and bigger dents in their armored vehicles. The majority take a stance against their attackers. A two-member EOD team plants C7 charges, while a three-member SAR team rescue fellow agents trapped inside the pinned ABV. The EOD team waits til they clear the blast radius detonating their charges and clearing the road.
The convoy eases ahead despite meeting heavier resistance. Soldiers fire blindly into the dense black jungle. IFR and sonar prove useless, too. Eyes clearly seeing humanoid silhouettes amidst muzzle flashes. Only, these heat signatures didn't register on their equipment. And worse, their assault only intensifies the closer they got unto the cabin.
Soldiers and agents go down in increasing numbers. Some shot; others blown apart. Even serious injuries don't break their spirits. Every man and woman determined to fight unto their last mortal breath. Gold Heart would be theirs. Humanity's very existence hinges on this mission.
"M270 MLRS #1-2, clear the path ahead". The large mobile platforms power up lobbying its full arsenal. M31 rockets soar ahead 20-meters impacting the ground.
Again. Kim predicted Dr. Director's approximate move. She buried 50 60-gallon oil drums, all filled with petrol mixed with oil, and rigged with IEDs. The drums scattered roundabout her target's current location. The drums' trigger tied directly into the same remote in her hands. The rockets soar overhead and detonate upon impacting the ground.
This works against Dr. Director. Each blast trips Kim's seismic sensors. She easily locates G.J.'s forces exact location. She waits until their convoy was within an ideal blast radius. That'd maximize her trap's overall effectiveness, while leaving Dr. Director outside the kill zone. Her handheld beeps, signaling zero hour. Kim removes her detonator pressing its big red button.
One second, the ground was solid, and then next, all hell broke loose. The ground beneath rumbled a piercing cry. Hell's fury bursts through its inner depths, spreading in every direction, engulfing half the convoy beneath its fiery canopy. Their body armor offered little protection, warping like plastic around the wearer's body.
Dr. Director's BCV comes to a screeching halt. Driver eyeing the fire inferno ahead them. An MQ-1 Predator drone soars over ground launching 6 more Griffins. All six missiles hit on target taking out the M270 MLRS platforms, lining the road ahead. The Griffins ignite on cue, taking out each platform's reserve rockets, amplifying this attack's devastation, as the last of the enemy's ordinances rain down roundabout them, taking out their remaining Humvees.
These men and woman moved their vehicle into position, sacrificing their lives to protect hers. These vehicles' burnt-out shells flickered like votive candles memorializing their great sacrifice. The Humvees left intact couldn't advance any farther. A towering wall of fiery perdition blocked their way.
That couldn't stop the rest. ten M1 Abram tanks, six M1-ABVs, Dr. Director's BCV, and six M113 Armored Personnel Carriers forge ahead through the fiery summit. Even they wouldn't last long at these soaring temps. At least, their armor plating would protect those inside until they got across this fiery wasteland.
Hell's fury caressed their vehicles' outer hulls. Temperatures slowly rising inside. Each driver pushes forward. Sweat starts to pour down their brow. Air getting a little thinner the longer they're inside this melee. One-by-one, each vehicle makes its way up the other side. Her party had dwindled til a third its original size. Dr. Director wouldn't be deterred regardless the cost. Golden Heart would be hers.
Cabin Fever
Dr. Director and her teams reach the cabin within 10-minutes. Strangely the enemy ceased to attack them. Outwardly, they couldn't be happier. Mentally depleted and physically exhausted. Bodies tested well beyond normal human endurance. And yet, the lack of opposition this close to Gold Heart gave every man and woman ample reason to worry, inwardly.
Her team file out of their vehicles. Assault rifles and lasers clasped tightly. Fingers resting over their triggers, ready to fire should trouble arise. The procession starts up the stairs leading inside. An EOD unit sweeping everything 2-meters ahead. Each step becomes a milestone infusing their hearts with renewed resolve.
One hope drives them ahead. Acquire Golden Heart, and they'd restore their own peace and sanity by ending this mutant threat once and for all. Her EOD specialists reaches the cabin's entrance. Every man and woman on the six-man team examines the door-frame finding nothing suspicious. The sextet grasp turning the doorknob. The hinges shriek like a Friday night horror special upon its rustic hinges. These brave souls lead their colleagues inside.
All stop dead once inside scouring their surroundings. One thing immediately caught their attention. The cabin was small. Too small for a mother and child. A ragged couch, couple whiskey barrel chairs, an old iron wood stove, that was it. The cabin almost looked deserted, and not where a wealthy mother would choose to raise her daughter.
"Sir," Black Widow alerts her superior, "Global Justice beat us here, and is already inside the cabin. What're your instructions?"
"Leave them alone, and let those idiots springs this bitch's traps. You saw what she did back on the road. I don't relish walking blindly into another firetrap".
"No argument there, Sir".
"We'll rendezvous with you in 3-minutes. Only then will we confront our friends inside, all together. Fury, out".
Structural engineers scan everything around them, every wall, hearth brick, and floor plank. Each convinced, there must be more...than this, equally positive, more traps awaited them whenever they did unmask this Svengali's magic trick.
"Ma'am, I've located a lever. A false panel built into the hearth mantel," he presses the lever. The heart slide forward and back revealing a giant 22-metric ton vault door.
"Oh, we've located her secret lair alright," Dr. Director asserts with glee, feeling the temperature rising abruptly. They all did. Most discounted it as mere nerves, attributed to cabin fever over what they'd just endured. The rest were so sure, minds reeling with what ifs, unsure what she may pull next. Throats parched and limbs trembling, both excited and scared, unlike anything they'd ever felt.
Prize Acquisition
"I've got this," an EOD tech proclaims with bold cockiness. She strode over barely touching the vault door, but quickly begins to scream in mortal agony, as thousands of volts light up her whole body. Muscles contracted and hair standing on edge smoking hot ever. A spark explodes. The tech shoots out the cabin's entrance, like a human shell shot from a rifle barrel.
"I could've warned you that wouldn't work, if you'd only waited on us," an African-American stood behind them with an assertive smile, to match her own, just moments ago.
"Nick Fury, what're you doing here?" Dr. Director and her team train their weapons upon their new arrivals.
"Backing up Global Justice, what else? We are partners, remember?" He flashes a lopsided smirk. 0
Dr. Director smiles back, fully aware that she'd double-crossed him, and he'd done the same. Both wanted Golden Heart for his/her own agency's secret agendas.
"What's the problem here? Maybe S.H.I.E.L.D. can help?" He offers their assistance.
"We discovered this vault door, but can't breach its exterior," Commander Du both apprises and downright challenges his agency's superiority.
"We've got this," Fury makes several hand gestures. His team interprets them with ease. Three men step forward and kneel down. Each wielded a slightly modified Milkor MGL-140, and instead of firing 40-mm RPGs. Six electronically magnetized disc-mines attach onto the vault's exterior. Timers synced at 30-seconds, til hitting double zero and detonating, blowing a hole through the ceiling and cabin door off its hinges, even shattering its tiny window. The smoke and miasma dissipate, revealing their EODs didn't even scratch the vaults metallic alloy. In fact, its exterior remained cold as ice.
"Team A, you're up," Fury orders over his earbud.
Iron Man, Thor, Hawkeye, and Hulk amble through the door.
"Still need us, don't you, Fury?"
"Oh, shut up, Stark, and just open the damn door," he steps aside, hoping the genius would show better results against this remarkable alloy.
Iron Man blast the vault door with everything at his disposal. His pulsar lasers prove useless, and bunker busters only ping against his metallic shell with a resonating hollow gong. His chest's uni-beam, though, bores quarter an inch, or 0.64-cm, deep into its exterior. Heat and seismic sensors detect the damage activating an orange force field.
Hawkeye's arrows prove even less effective.
Thor spins, releasing his hammer. Mjolnir impacts the force field. Electrical sparks fly everywhere, and start to electrocute everyone there, but him. Dr. Director and her team, Nick Fury and his, even Iron Man and Hawkeye cry in excruciating agony. Hulk did too, and getting madder by the moment.
Thor grasps hold retracting his hammer. The force field quits attacking his friends.
"Step back, I got this," Hulk grumbles, flexing his muscles. He punches the force field with such force. The field dissipates in thin air. Hulk grabs hold of the vault's exterior. The specially coated alloy glows molten green matching his complexion absorbing his gama radiation. Hulk reverts to Dr. Bruce Banner. Every wall roundabout radiated the same green aura knocking everyone unconscious in 3-seconds flat.
"Annie, beam the Avengers back home," Kim shimmers into open view.
The A.I. teleports them back to Stark Tower.
Kim binds both directors leaving their teams behind. They could fend for themselves. She powers up her warship, engaged its quantum fielding cloak, and heads back towards her Martian base.
I know it's been two weeks since I updated my story. I rewrote parts, hoping it meets and exceeds my readers' expectations. I tried to restore some of the Kim Possible-ness of the overall flow of the story. I hope you agree, let me know. Leave a review or drop me a PM.