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Kim Possible: Rogue

By LJ58

12

"How did I miss this," Wade kept asking himself as he sifted the incoming data that showed a lot of questionable buyouts, and subsequent orders that made no sense by certain businesses acquired by whoever was behind the corporate buyouts.

He frowned as the data continued to compile, indicating a trend that went back almost three years. Right up to the curious disappearance of his longtime friend Kim Possible.

There was, regrettably, only one explanation. The only one that made sense. Someone in GJ had been able to censor his work. Somehow, despite the fact he was usually the best at finding hidden trails, had kept this information out of his sight for all this time.

Which said something about their abilities.

Just one more reason he hated being part of any organization.

Still, suddenly Dr. Director's increased paranoia made a great deal of sense.

If even she saw something coming, then it had to be bigger than any of them realized. As he began putting pieces together, he began to realize this wasn't a mere interagency competition. It wasn't even a national plot. This could well have global repercussions.

Only who did he turn to if what he was finding was proof of a plot that no one had seen, or noted, for far too long?

Dr. Director herself was incognito, and feared she might even be compromised.

He hadn't been able to find Kim in all this time, though he now found his earlier investigations suspect if someone was tailoring the Intel fed to him all along. That left him….where?

Even as he asked the question of himself, he looked up as a light glowed yellow on a certain computer link.

He grimaced as he switched on a camera, and saw no less than fourteen men in body armor, all carrying prototype rail guns, surrounding his house.

"Wow," he murmured, watching them break in, and move on cue, sweeping the house as they cleared each room in tandem, and closed on the basement. "I'm flattered. A full strike team just for me?"

The men converged, obviously uneasy, but moving in professional manner as they descended the steps, and surrounded his wireless router. He smirked, and threw a switch.

Far from his actual location, a holographic image from a previously recorded message flared to life.

"Welcome. As you have discovered, I'm not home. However, I'm not exactly thrilled with the fact you obviously came to kill me, so…..goodbye," he said, and threw a switch.

The device unnoticed on the far wall sparked, and yellow light exploded to fill the dimly lit room around the men. When it faded, all fourteen men were gone. Wade smirked, and closed the signal. They wouldn't be bothering him again.

Not that they were dead.

Of course, they might be wishing they were before they ever found help.

If they found help.

The special defense he had set up was one of his own adapted, and improved designs. A shrink ray that reduced the men to the size of a dot on a printed page. The entire basement was now their prison, and they wouldn't be going anywhere, or alerting anyone at that size. Of course, he had left indicators that would direct them to a safe house of sorts he had built, and shrank down just for such eventualities. He wasn't a sadist, after all. They'd just have to find, and reach the house.

Turning back to his computers, he continued his searching, which had obviously put those men on his trail, which spoke to the earnestness of their desire to remain hidden. A good thing he had convinced his folks to take that long vacation. Incognito. Still, he'd better arrange for repairment to fix up the damage before they returned.

His mom could really be kind of less than understanding about uninvited guests arriving to bang the place up. She still wouldn't let him bring home action figures of any kind since that Lil' Diablo fiasco. He almost smiled at that, and then sobered when he remembered just how close that unlikely plot had come to literally grinding the world under Drakken's heel.

And now, here was yet another overlooked scheme that had suddenly exploded in their faces.

When, he wondered, had he gotten so blind?

When GJ harnessed him, he realized somberly.

No more, though, he told himself. It was time he did what he did best. After he reached out, and let the one person he felt he could still trust know what was really going on. Just before he restarted a fresh investigation into Kim's disappearance. This time, though, no one was going to be holding him back.

KP

Ron nodded as Yori and Hirotaka prepared to infiltrate the top secret facility.

Because he was so familiar to most people in the Agency, and the world, Ron was staying back, and out of sight. He would provide distraction, and backup as necessary. A role he was well versed in managing after all these years.

Two other recent alumni moved in tandem with his friends and companions, and they moved silently into the shadows around the top secret, and very exclusive clinic hidden in plain sight in the heart of Philadelphia.

He watched the night, his senses attuned to every sound, every move, and every potential problem. His old communicator was also switched on, muted, of course, as it had a very good scanner that was still likely better than anything else he could have acquired. If anything came in, vehicle, or message, the communicator would detect it in time to warn his allies.

They were, however, counting on this most unlikely of moves from even registering with whoever was behind the current sitch, as Kim would say. He eyed the device, saw an empty grid, and heard nothing coming over phone, or computers that might be aimed at the clinic.

So far, it looked like they still had the element of surprise.

Two blocks behind him, a cloaked mini-jet that had brought them here was still waiting, and if they had to run, it was their best bet. Nothing could catch that little jet that was built by Yamanouchi's best. Even Wade couldn't have done better.

Well, likely not.

You never knew with him.

He was still watching the night's shadows around him when the small communicator vibrated, alerting him to an incoming message. He considered the source, but didn't dare break silence. Not here. Not now. He tapped a switch, and let the sender know to leave a message.

Frowning, something chirped softly, and Ron quickly stuck in the earpiece so nothing would sound as Wade obviously overrode his command, and switched on the device.

He frowned at the screen, making a motion that suggested he couldn't talk, and Wade nodded.

"Just listen," came the voice in his ear. "I think something bigger than anyone knows is going on…."

Ron gave him a thumbs up.

"Ron….? Where are you?"

Just as quickly as the young teen asked the question, he gaped at Ron.

"What are you doing there," he demanded, obviously having answered his own question.

Ron held up a finger, suggesting he wait.

"Listen, when you can talk, call me back. It's important. I think we're in the middle of another secret plot like Drakken's Bueno Nacho deal."

Ron just nodded.

Better late than never, he thought as he realized Wade was catching up fast now that he wasn't in GJ Command any longer.

He never did understand why he let them chain him to a desk. Especially one of their desks. Dr. Director aside, he knew you could never really do much following orders. Not compared to just doing what you knew needed doing without waiting on permission, or such.

That was part of why Kim was seemingly so effective compared to some other agencies. While they were waiting on orders, clearance, or warrants, Kim was already kicking in doors, and shutting down plots.

He hadn't seen that himself at the time, but now he did.

And he wondered how many people beyond the obvious hated her just for that?

How many might have been waiting to get rid of her for it?

Or, he suddenly thought. Waiting to exploit her when she seemingly stepped back from that life, and was left all alone?

He clenched his jaw, thinking he likely had not helped her himself.

He didn't think it was coincidence that they only moved on Kim after Shego had left her side.

He didn't think it coincidence at all. He could bet Shego was probably thinking the same thing.

As she told him two days ago, it was time to get serious.

"We have him," Hirotaka said quietly over his earpiece. "We are on route to the jet now. Fall back, and cover our departure."

Ron didn't bother replying.

"We are bringing one other," Yori spoke after Hiro fell silent. "We were discovered by a nurse. One that would not relinquish her charge."

Ron didn't say anything to that.

He did see an ambulance pull out without lights, and head for the street. When it turned his way, he saw the driver, and gave him a thumb. He then leapt into the nearest tree to watch for pursuit, and ensure no one followed.

KP

"We have a jet coming in on approach," a Hench told them as he joined them in the dining room where they were sharing an afternoon meal.

Dr. Director was chafing at the apparent inactivity around her, but Senor Senior kept insisting they await his ally before they did anything else. He sagely pointed out that Shego would be more than cross if she simply stormed out to upset her own plans.

Whatever they might be.

Dr. Director didn't doubt it.

"Is it Miss Shego," Senor Senior asked pleasantly as he set his fork aside.

"No, sir. But it's following her prearranged approach vector. It isn't transmitting any known frequency, either. It's transponder is either offline, or disabled."

"That has grim implications," Will remarked. "Is it possible….?"

"If Shego let anyone have her authorized approach vectors," Bonnie cut in, "Then it was someone she trusted."

"Agreed," her father-in-law nodded. "After all, who could have made that particular woman talk? If they could catch her at all when she did not wish it."

Betty nodded her agreement at that one.

Kimberly's skills aside, she had long since figured out that no one put Shego where she didn't want to be. If she let them catch her now and again, it was usually for some perverse reason of her own. She had long since proven she could walk out of any prison they put her in, whenever she wanted. The one time they even tried putting her in an experimental cyro-tube, she had just melted her way out, and thanked them for the nap. That had been ten minutes after she had been literally frozen solid.

"Still, Robbie," the older Senior addressed the man. "Let's have full security, and a ready team on the tarmac to greet our guests. Won't you?"

"If you don't mind," Dr. Director started to stand. "I'll join them."

"Of course. Be my guest," he nodded. "I shall await news here. It would be a shame to waste this very find meal," he smiled.

"Wait here, Will," Dr. Director said, and stopped him from following her when he started to rise, too. "In case our hosts require….backup themselves if this is a feint."

"Understood."

The old man merely nodded at her, and then she turned to follow the man addressed as Robbie.

"So, Robert? Have we met," she asked, following him out of the house, to a motorized cart where he just nodded, and picked up a radio of his own.

"Code Yellow. Repeat, code Yellow," he called, and then put the device down before starting the engine to head for the field.

Dr. Director said nothing as he drove without comment for a moment. Then, glancing her way, he nodded again.

"Guess you don't remember? Five years ago? Right before Dr. Drakken gave up for good?"

"You stopped Lars from shooting me in the back," she realized, recognizing that jaw.

"He always was a fanatic."

"Was?"

"He disappeared during all the craziness afterward. A lot of us think he crossed the wrong guy when he moved on after Doc quit. Anyway, the Doc gave him way too much leeway, if you ask me. Guy like that, he needed a chain, not a rope."

"I have heard stories. Still, I appreciate that. You likely saved my life back then."

"Well, I figured we were already beat. Going up for murder? Especially your murder? I figured that wouldn't help our parole."

"It wouldn't have helped your life expectancy. I have a brother…. He's a bit of a fanatic, too. Much as he disdains me, he's the type to….."

"Avenge you, all the same?"

"Exactly. You probably know him. They call him Gemini."

"Good God," the man exclaimed, showing the first hint of emotion. "You're kidding? Him?"

"Obviously, we have issues."

"No kidding," the Hench sputtered, regaining his composure as they neared the field even as they heard the near distant sounds of a small jet engine. "I know hardcore guys that refuse to work for that loon. Uh, no offense."

"None taken. He is a bit crazed at the best of times. Frankly, I keep expecting to hear he's killed himself with some of his stunts."

"Yeah," the man murmured noncommittally now, and looked up even as the small, black jet slowed, and began to descend vertically.

"I know that design," Betty murmured. "Whatever you do, don't point any weapons at them when they arrive," she called to the nearby team in the shelter of the hangar.

"Who," Robert started to ask.

Then the jet was settling, and they saw Ron Stoppable appear in the hatch, looking down at them.

"Dr. Director? Has Shego arrived yet?"

"No. We thought you were….? How did you meet her? What's going on now, Ronald," she demanded.

"We can wait for summaries, and reports," Ellen Greer appeared in the door next. "I need to get my patient settled, and ensure he's still stable."

"Patient," Robert frowned even as they put steps up to the jet's hatch, and more ninja appeared, carrying out a gurney. "Dr. Drakken," he exclaimed, recognizing the face almost buried in the oxygen masks, tubes, and wires around him.

"Shego felt he knew something that might help us all," Ron stated without introduction. "First, we have to wake him up."

"Wake him….? Ronald, we haven't even been able to figure out what is wrong with him," Dr. Director told him.

"With apologies," the young female that followed Ellen bowed to her. "One of our own, a rogue, did this to Stoppable-San's former rival. We, however, shall undo it. If can show us to a lab, or medical clinic. I am understanding Senior-San will have the chemicals we require."

"This way, Miss…."

Yori turned to Robert, and bowed.

"You may call me Yori. Show us the way, please. Time is of the essence."

"Prep the jet," Ron turned to Hirotaka. "Keep it ready. Just in case."

"Hai, Stoppable-San. We shall be ready whenever you must go," the man nodded.

"So, what's with all the bowing," Robert asked as Lipski was loaded on the back of the cart, and Ron and Yori loaded up with them while the other three ninja remained behind with the jet.

"Stoppable-San is our master's heir," Yori told him, making Betty glanced back at him in new understanding of his disappearance. "He is also the greatest Monkey-Master to ever rise since Toshimiru-Sama founded our school."

"That does indeed explain much," Dr. Director murmured.

Robert's expression suggested that it didn't explain a single thing.

"Trust me," Betty told him when she caught his frown. "You're better off not knowing."

Ron's expression seemed to emphasize those words.

Robert wisely didn't ask anything else. He was used to not knowing. Sometimes, it even kept you alive.

"So, Shego sent you?"

"We met in Washington," Ron nodded at Dr. Director. "Something big has been moving under all our noses. Wade told me some of what Shego already shared. Military plots? Hostile takeovers? Covert assassinations? What's really going on, Dr. D," he asked her.

Dr. Director ground her teeth.

"Don't call me that, Ronald. And unfortunately, I cannot tell you. Apparently, I was kept out of the loop as much as you. Which galls me," she admitted bitterly.

Ron glanced back at Drew as they loaded him onto the nearby motorized cart.

"Well, Shego seemed to think he knows something. She told me he called her right before his….accident. He also told her to call Kim if anything happened to him. Which means…."

"Kimberly's disappearance might not have been…..accidental."

"Nothing about this seems accidental," Ron spat as they all climbed into the cart.

"It's not. We were played. All of us," Dr. Director told him.

"I believe her," Yori murmured when Ron glanced her way.

"You should," Ellen remarked from the back of the cart where she knelt beside Drew. "Her instincts are very good. They kept me alive when I was almost killed."

"I did wonder about your….devotion to your patient," Ron remarked as the cart started, and Robert headed for the house.

"Mr. Lipski doesn't mean anything to me. But if Dr. Director wanted him spared, I wasn't going to let anyone near him. And you might be surprised how many people have tried to finish him off since he was put in my care."

"I wouldn't," Betty murmured.

"Neither would I," Ron added. "Now."

"Which means someone is still worried about what's in Doc's head," Robert realized.

"Bingo," Ron said, and looked up as they approached the house. "Never thought I be coming here to find help, though."

"Always expect the unexpected," Dr. Director told him. "It's the first rule of this game."

"As Shego recently pointed out," Ron retorted as they pulled up near the front door, and stopped. "This is no game. Playtime's over."

"In that, we are agreed," Senor Senior appeared in the front door, merely staring at Drew as they unloaded his gurney, he and Yori carrying him now as Ellen stayed close. "This way, Mr. Stoppable. And, Elizabeth. I just heard from Shego. She is going to provide us some….distraction long enough for our new guests to hopefully bring our unlikely ally around, and get some answers from him. She was a little uneasy about being out of sight too long, fearing it might give them time, and inclination to start looking our way again."

"Understood. Ronald, do you really think…?"

"Yori is one of the best herbalists in the school. Give her time, and I'm sure she can find out what Fukushima did to Drakken, and then hopefully undo it."

"That is our intention," Yori said with a quiet tone. "Your laboratory, Senior-San," she asked, looking at him.

"This way. I believe we have anything you'll need. Naturally, I try to keep anything on hand one might require in case of….emergencies," he said.

"Very wise," Yori smiled on.

The elder Senior wasn't fooled. He was old enough, and experienced enough to see death in that placid gaze if that woman was challenged.

"And, Dr. Director," Ron turned to speak to her as he followed Senor Senior, carrying the front of the gurney. "Wade sent a message for you."

"Yes?"

"He said he quits."

"I understand."

"Maybe. He also said something strange."

"Yes?"

He paused to set the gurney down on a table in the very well stocked clinic, and nodded at Yori as he gestured for her to follow him out again, leaving the other women behind.

"He wanted to know why you had Shego's brothers arrested, and incarcerated incognito," he said as Senor Senior closed the clinic door behind them.

"You did that," the old man stared. "Oh, dear."

"I did not do that," Betty fumed. "I knew Team GO had gone to ground lately, but I never…. Wade thinks I did it?"

"He said he found evidence of your giving direct orders to do just that. He just hasn't found where you allegedly put them. Yet," Ron added. "He did say he's already eliminated four strike teams sent to kill him. Not arrest him. Kill him."

"How did he….?"

"I didn't ask," Ron cut her off. "Considering all the faux twins I've already run into lately, I figured he knew what he was doing," he said, gauging her reaction to his news. "Tell me this? If you had arrested four super-powered siblings, or anyone else with powers, where would you have put them?"

"There is only one place of late," Senor Senior told him. "Luna One."

"You know about that, too," Dr. Director turned to stare at him.

"My dear Elizabeth, one of my own companies supplied your materials and resources to build your little playhouse up there."

"Up….there," Ron frowned.

"A lunar prison for uncontrollable Alpha felons," Betty told him. "You know yourself how hard it is to keep some of them locked up. We recently opened Luna One to do just that. It remains, however, a top Agency secret until we've cleared our mandate with the U.N., and the other usual international politics."

"Indeed," Senior's eyes rest on her with canny insight. "And who owns that intriguing piece of real estate is bound to be high on that list of topics."

"Exactly. We'd rather not have the moon carved up like a turkey by those that don't see the value of keeping our nearest neighbor neutral in a global sense."

"Politics aside, how would they even get anyone up there without anyone…."

"The Space Center," Ron was told as Betty frowned. "They weren't after Romanski as much as they were after…."

"Dr. P's space plane," he nodded. "With that…."

"They could come and go anytime they wanted, and no one would even notice them. Which means they were likely planning on escalating whatever they are up to just now," Betty grimaced.

Ron frowned.

"By now, they've already gotten the space plane, and gone, too."

"That's a given. But it also means the Possibles are still in danger," she added.

"I put them on alert, and told them to stay close to home."

"Smart. So the next question is…. What's next?"

Ron stood there thoughtfully, then nodded.

"We talk to Dr. P," Ron told her.

"Ronald?"

"We're going to need one of his rockets."

"To do what," Senor Senior asked.

Ron smiled in a manner Dr. Director had never seen.

"Once we figure out if Yori can help, or not, we are going to Luna One."

Dr. Director stared at him.

"Even you can't expect to just walk into Luna."

"Trust me," Ron smiled thinly. "No one ever expects ninja. Especially in space."

"That quite goes without saying," Junior commented as he just then walked into the room. "Father, I just heard from Shego. She has the most peculiar message for you."

"What does she say," he asked.

"She said, 'The man in the moon wants out.' Does that mean anything?"

"She figured it out," Betty realized. "Tell her to come in. Distractions aside…."

"No," Ron said, turning to Junior. "Send her to the Possibles. It's time to gather our own allies before anyone else disappears. Tell her we need the Possibles, and we need them now."

Junior nodded, and left the room.

"When you say the Possibles?"

"Tweebs, too," Ron nodded. "Who else do you know that can all but guarantee chaos and havoc without even trying."

Will walked over to join them, and asked, "Just what are you planning?"

"A jailbreak," he said with a faint grin. "The biggest in history."

To Be Continued…..