-Chapter 4-
The president of the United States of America stood at the lonely lectern, facing the entire congregation of representatives of the world. Flanked by two agents in a peculiar one piece uniforms, President Obama was looking out to the filled amphitheatre that was the United Nations chamber, gearing up the confidence and courage that he knew he needed for what he was about to present to the UN, the most important speech in his career. As he shuffled the pages in his hand, Obama looked one last time to the brown haired agent to his right and then back to the crowd of high-end politicians in front of him.
'It's now or never' he thought to himself.
"Ladies, Gentlemen, I have come before you today to discuss an issue, a peculiarity that is not only occurring at home in the United States but also, as you know, world wide."
Pausing for a moment, for dramatic effect of course, he continued, "Mutants are becoming more public in society, and with that a greater previously unforeseen risk is rising for the greater public."
A low murmur came from the crowd of politicians, taking in this news, especially those among them who were mutants themselves, who weren't sure where this was going.
President Obama continued, "As is known by the 'five eyes', and some select close friends of the US, special divisions have in the past wars utilised small crack squads of mutants to aid in missions. These missions however, were small and contained, quite unlike what we are experiencing today…" Obama paused as he heard a muffled cough come from his right.
"I- uh." The President tried to find himself again, "The thing is, the large number of Mutants, becoming noticed worldwide poses a risk, to themselves and to the greater public. What if a Mutant was to surface that could dodge bullets, control your mind and body, or going to extremes, was unable to even die? A Mutant like that walking around unbeknown to us could become the next terrorist or serial killer, only they'd be unstoppable without a way to keep an eye on or bring in if need be-"
"Are you seriously suggesting we should monitor a specific group of people, to constantly be on guard to arrest or kill them? Even without consulting with Frau Merkel I know we would never support this." A heavily accented voice cut into the President's speech.
"I understand where you are coming from, Herr Braun, however as tabled and expanded on in detail on the files that my office has sent to all of you prior to coming together here tonight this is far more important than one country's past. If not properly addressed, an unchecked global Mutant population with unknown abilities could bring down civilisation and order within a decade! The Unites States, Russia and China together have asked for the UN summit at the end of this year to be pushed forward to six months time so that we may discuss the Mutant Registration Act with full knowledge of the logistics and if the feat would be possible globally, were the Mutant population to become too interesting for the world to continue to ignore." President Obama concluded before picking up his papers. "Thank you all for your time and allowing for this meeting to convene on such short notice." He then nodded to the agent on his right and the three walked off to a side room that would eventually snake about to the front entrance where his armoured limo was waiting.
"There, I have pushed your agenda, jumped through your hoops and quite possibly have paved the way for another Holocaust to occur on a global scale all under the flag of America." Barack Obama snapped at agent Will Du.
"Oh don't worry Mr. President, you have most certainly performed admirably and we will hold to our end of the agreement. When the Registration act is passed, and if anything happens to the greater Mutant community world wide, your daughters will be quite safe. We will not see them as threats… unless they make themselves a threat to Global Justice of course." Agent Du said calmly, though uttering the last words though a poorly concealed smirk.
-Global Justice Headquarters, office of Dr. Director, 10 Minutes post gathering of UN representatives-
"… and still no one seems to be willing to say exactly why a full meeting of the United Nations members was convened at such short notice and with the UN summit on the horizon. This is Oswin Oswald from-."
The TV screen faded to black as Betty Director placed the remote back to its spot on her desk, deep in thought at what Global Justice had just done. It had been two weeks since the fiasco that was Project Nemesis and the attempt at aligning Kimberly Possible to the GJ cause against the Mutant threat and GJ headquarters were finally up and running again.
'Did we jump the gun? Are we ready? Where the bloody hell are Stoppable and Possible?!' all these thoughts and more were rushing through her mind as she sat in silence, contemplating her next move against the enemy, the enemy of course being anyone who would not align to the GJ cause when it came time to choose sides.
Snapping from her train of thoughts, Dr. Director reached for her office phone and pressed a button. "Miss Kelly? Call Agent Right to my office, I wish for a personal update on the UN and the escaped subjects from the mutant cells below."
"Right away Ma'am". Miss Kelly, Dr. Director's secretary replied over the comm system.
Shortly afterwards a scrawny looking agent came through the doors to Betty Director's office, two binders tucked under his arm as he navigated his way to her desk with two hot mugs of coffee.
"Forgive me for taking so long Dr. Director, I just remembered that personal updates often go smoother for the both of us if caffeine is involved."
"Thank you, Agent Right. Now on the-"
"The UN and the escaped subjects, yes I can give some new information to you on them." Agent Right said hastily, ignoring the eyebrow that began to rise on Dr. Director's face above her eye patch. "In regards to the UN, it would seem that we can steamroll over Germany and France's expected restraint to the Registration Act by simply bypassing their legal systems and deporting, terminating or evaluating Mutants residing there. Simple, dirty and we'll remain anonymous under the guise of the US of A, that and the moles in their governments speak of an uncertainty and confusion as to how to go ahead with the MRA on the table now. That was the good news, the bad news however comes with the topic of the escaped subjects from the cells; Mutant Rockwaller and Mutant King. They appear to have more of an ability to blend into their surroundings than we believed possible as, since their escape from HQ the trail has gone cold, we can only observe and listen for clues." Agent Thomas Right took a few deep breaths, realising that he had managed to nearly forget to breathe in the process of summing up the 'sitch' on the UN and the escapes.
"Thank you Agent Right, that'll do for now. Ensure that your people send the full reports to my office when you leave here." Betty paused for a moment, "Now leave me, I have some rather important plans to attend to and missions to monitor."
With a quick nod and a sip of his coffee Agent Right turned on the spot and exited the office of one of the, if not THE most powerful human in the world.
"Dr. Jones. I am giving a green light on the extension of the SENTINEL program, change designation to offensive purposes."
-Two weeks prior to Mutant Registration Act proposal, GJ HQ, lower levels-
The sealed blast door buckled and groaned as it began to warp, before it finally burst from its tracks to reveal two women standing there, looking at the door on the ground like it was their master piece.
"You know Bonnie, if we make it out of here alive I reckon we should stick together. We make quite the team I'd say." Tara said looking to the woman to her right.
"Yeah, with our combined powers no doors can stand in our way! But in all honesty I've been thinking the same thing really. We would make a perfect ass whooping team, we almost somehow know what each other are going to do."
"You make us sound like Jedi, B. you sure you didn't have a thing for Ron back at school?" Tara asked jokingly.
"yeah, um hows about no T. I was more referring to the fact we've had to rely on each other so much, in cheer leading and now this, that we know each other like the back of our hands." Bonnie looked over to Tara, smiling. "I've got to say though T, I'm pretty impressed, you're different from when we were at school, a good different that is."
Having not run into any armed guards for a while down on their level in GJ HQ, Tara and Bonnie decided to us the moment to rest up and recover their strength and energy from keeping up their powers and running about for such a long time in one go.
"You know, T, ever since getting out of that cell I'm certainly going to appreciate the outdoors a fair bit more." Bonnie said, leaning against the wall. "That and being able to do my cheerleader moves again would be nice, just for old time's sake."
"Haha yeah you know it. Though first thing I'm doing once we're out of here is finding a nice tree to sit under and watch the sun drop over the horizon. You have no idea how much I've missed just being able to do that."
"Hey Tara, so knowing how I got acquainted with my hotness, did you want to talk about how you discovered your powers? I get the feeling it's not a case of waking up and discovering you're the coolest person alive." Bonnie asked, observing Tara's face cautiously.
"Umm, another time maybe B. you're right though, it wasn't a pain free discovery."
"Yeah, sure thing Tara, now lets find us one of those 'YOU ARE HERE' maps and get out of here." Bonnie looked over when a loud snort signalled that Tara had found something amusing. "What?"
"Do you really think that Global Justice would make it that easy for prisoners to escape? Haha I mean really the chance of finding one that'd help us get out of- why are you smirking like tha- oh you actually found one… wow."
Through the map and its user friendly interactive interface Tara and Bonnie managed to figure out where they were, thanks to a super friendly big red arrow, stating 'YOU ARE HERE' and quickly went about locating the nearest elevator. Without as much as a moment's pause to collect their thoughts they made their way towards it.
"Well I guess we really need to thank someone in the lost and found department of GJ, we really would be lost in the maze of tunnels without the maps." Bonnie stated, somewhat marvelling at the stupidity that even an organisation like Global Justice could fall victim to.
"Yeah, though I hope you wont mind if I don't thank them personally. I want to get as much distance between them and us as possible." Tara finished off as she reached for the elevator button to call the machine down to their level, only to notice it was already coming down. "Hey B, we've got company."
"Already on it T." Bonnie replied, her hands alight and slightly trembling with anticipation.
There was a loud BING as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open to reveal a dozen nervous guards armed to the teeth.
"Looking for us boys?" Tara asked somewhat seductively before pointing hands towards them, willing a jet of ice to materialise and crash right into the front two armed men, quickly followed by superheated air and fire as Bonnie joined in in taking out the unfortunate victims of the two women.
With little effort and time wasted Tara and Bonnie managed to freeze, fry and incapacitate the agents and, after removing them from the elevator, took said machine up as many levels as it would allow them. Reaching the top floor they opened the doors and exited, only to find a pile of bodies strewn across the floor with evident cut marks on them.
"Well damn Tara, I think we're not alone in wanting to get out of here…" Bonnie said, trying to sound calm as she looked about nervously for whoever had downed the guards near the elevator.
A loud BING and the closing doors of the elevator quickly brought her attention back to the here and the now.
"Looks like they really don't want us to leave." Tara said as she noticed the elevator had been summoned by someone, or lots of someones below. "Hey B, care to use those mighty powers of yours to weld the doors shut and buy us some time?"
"Sure, I didn't think of that."
Having safely and quickly sealed off the door Tara and Bonnie proceeded to make their way down the hallway, for some reason choosing to go left instead of right. Travelling further along they came across an open door, nothing like their cell doors, but it still had some serious locks on it. Going against their better judgment they decided to take a look inside and came face to face with the grizzly sight of an armed agent skewered to the wall by bits and pieces of wood metal and anything the room was made of inside, as well as noticing the still intact bed with the torn restraints on it.
"Heh, well, all I can say T is that at least we now know who helped us escape from the cells. Well you know sort of helped." Bonnie remarked, looking over the carnage that was once a clean well kept room.
"Yeah you got that right B, though I hope you don't mind if I don't want to stick around for too much longer to marvel at what went on in there, or get on whoever did that's bad side, ever."
"Hmm yeah. Not even pissing off the famous Kim Possible back in the day would come close to the ass whooping we'd get from our 'saviour'," Bonnie paused and looked down the hallway following the path of destruction with her eyes as far as she could see, before beckoning to Tara. "Anyway, shall we T?"
"Yes, lets."
Tara and Bonnie proceed down the hallway, following the path of chaos and destruction their mystery 'saviour' had left behind. Making sure not to have too many breaks and not to move too slowly they still managed to notice that some armed guards had cut wounds whilst others seem to have been battered and thrown around, which caught their interest as the two different means of death seemed to suggest that either their 'saviour' were actually two 'saviours', both armed, or was a complete and total badass that didn't tire or get hurt once as no trails of blood lead from any of the scenes of battle bar on some occasions where a bloody boot print could be seen here and there that didn't match the boots worn by the GJ guards. Lost in thought, and remaining as quiet as possible Tara and Bonnie found themselves in the hangar that Ron and Kim had escaped from, however no functioning aircraft could be seen by either Tara or Bonnie as they scanned the room for anything useful.
"Well… now what? We cant fly out that's for sure. We could drive, but I'm sure they'd have checkpoints leading out of the facility." Tara remarked after only spotting one still functioning vehicle, a boxy, bulky looking car that seemed to have had an additional set of wheels slapped on for the sake of it. She was brought out of her moment of contemplation though by a wild Bonnie appearing by her side from looking about, looking a tad nervous.
"Um not meaning to rush you Tara, but there are a few not so friendly faces coming our way in the hallway. I welded the door shut but they'll be here soon."
"Ah, car it is then! Lets fuel up and get out of here!"
As the duo hopped into the car and keyed the ignition sparks began to fly from the door they'd welded shut, signaling the arrival of the not so friendly faces and the bodies they belonged to.
"Hey T!" Bonnie shouted to Tara as they burst from the hangar in the car. "The checkpoints, wanna freeze-fry them? I'm sure it'd be pretty cool!"
"Bad pun Bonnie, but good idea! Hell hath no fury after all."
Wielding fire and ice Tara, Bonnie and the car with more wheels than necessary hurtled towards the first checkpoint in their path to freedom, melting fences, gates and freezing the mechanics of landmines over in a bid to get out in one piece.
-The countryside, outskirts of Upperton, 2 hours after escape from GJ HQ-
"Ok-ok KP I know, I know we would already be at the mystery location that the brain-thought voice was telling me to go to if we hadn't crashed the Hoverjet…" Ron quickly glanced over at the slightly seething red head he was walking beside, "but how could I have known that the jet we had chosen had just come in from a mission and only had a third of a tank full." His defense was weak, he knew it, but the jet had crashed and they had gotten out unscathed thanks to Kim's telekinetic powers lifting them out just before impact, which would be even cooler if they didn't belong to a grumpy red head within arm's reach of him.
"I know, just you'd think we'd someday get better luck than our usual dosage of 10% Good luck 50% meh luck, a sprinkle of bad luck and the rest a mix of it all. GAH! I just hope my family is alright…"
"They're fine KP. Your two sisters and parents-"
"Brothers Ron, I have two brothers."
"Oh, uhm right, your two brothers and your parents are safe."
"How do you know?" Kim asked Ron inquisitively.
"Huh? Oh, the weird brain-thought voice told me they had some dudes and dudettes looking out for them. Looks like we might have somehow made new friends finally Kim." Ron looked over and flashed a goofy reassuring smile at a rather suspicious and concerned Kim, who still though it weird that he had a voice leading them both to a 'safe' location. She soon gave in though to the Ron who was looking so much like he had done before the trap they had flown in which had set this whole stich into motion.
"Ok then brain-thought man, lets just get to Upperton like your voices in your head are telling you to do, 'cause I feel like I really need a shower." Kim paused to look down at herself and the dirty torn clothing she was wearing. "And definitely a change of clothes. Eugh!"
"Well Lets get going then, we're a couple hours out of Upperton and there is no time like the now!" Ron jumped into a weird pose and looked into the distance towards where Upperton would be, the midday sun beating down on him and Kim. A minor revelation brought him out of the stare as he looked over to the red head going through the backpack she had salvaged from the Hoverjet. "hehe, hey KP, you wouldn't believe it but I have had the best idea ever for making the trip to Upperton much faster!"
"… and that plan for super fast travel to Upperton being, Ronald the walking brain?" a slightly suspicious Kim Possible replied.
"You could use your special telekinetic powers to throw us multiple times towards Upperton. It'd be great!"
"Shockingly enough, that might actually work. Wait that only explains what I would do, what about you? Wait… you're planning to just sit back and relax aren't you." Kim's eyebrow began to rise as she stopped to study the blonde boy's face.
"Pssshh what-me? Noooo. I would never. Heh" Ron said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly the clouds had become super interesting and he was content to look at them.
"Uh huh, yeah I've known you nearly all my life Ron, I saw right through that. Oh well lets get going then. If we stay here any longer you might accidentally name the jet and get attached to it and want to bring it with you." Kim said, looking over the supply of water, gadgets and medical supplies in her pack before reaching over to Ron to see if his plan would correlate with her powers.
"Alrighty lets do this Ron. Hang on to something." Kim concentrated and willed her powers to lift her up off the ground as she jumped. Feeling the strain the use of her powers was putting on her after a little while in the air they touched down to grab a quick break. "Ok, that was actually pretty fun, and practice enough I might be able to stay up in the air longer."
"What you mean like fly KP? Like superman- er woman?" Ron asked, extremely curious though instantly confused, "Wait, who are superman and woman?"
"Comic book heroes nerd-boy." Kim looked at him sympathetically. She could still remember when one of the devices Drakken had tried to steal had backfired in her face causing her to lose her memory for a while, and felt she knew what Ron was going through. "We'll get you reacquainted with all the nerdiness when we get out of here, promise."
"Alright Kim," Ron said, seemingly happy that the one person he'd met in the base at GJ HQ who didn't try to kill him seemed to have been important enough in his life to want to stick around and help him remember. "Take all the time you need to recover KP. I'll keep a look out for any agents… and I've got to get out of this suit! It itches something fierce I tell you! Gah!"
Kim couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Ron squirm out of the power suit and give it an evil stare, as if it had said something to offend him. Feeling immensely tired from using up so much energy, Kim allowed herself to close her eyes and drift off into a light sleep.
-End Chapter 4-