The tread of armored feet sounded along the corridor as the Red Raider descended into the underground storage bay. The lair was a classic Jack Hench underground rural lair. The lair looked like a simple farm house on the surface but underneath had multiple overlapping levels. The previous owners some obscure terrorist group from southern Asia put up only slight resistance when the Red Raider came to claim their lair. He had detected it during a clandestine scanning of stolen data while conducting his research. He could care less about their politics. After treating them with short term memory clouding psychotropic drugs he turned them over the American authorities. After leaving an anonymous tip on where to find their still unconscious bodies.

The Red Raider passed through a barracks room where squads of Synthodrones, artificial human like soldiers, constructed to his specifications and still under his training tutelage where housed. He passed through the control center to check on his security and power output to make sure he was not leaving a traceable signature. When he was certain that everything was functioning normally he then decided to check in on his guests.

"I see that even after all these years you are still barely able to come up with your own inventions and need to steal the work of others," yelled the diminutive Dr. Dementor at his blue skinned companion.

"I don't need your inventions. I will have you know that I am supra-genius," yelled back Dr. Drakken as he tried to use his size advantage to tower over Dementor.

"Compared to whom? Preschoolers, Kindergarteners, or contestants on that singing show Yankee Idol."

"I will have you know that I will conquer the world just you watch me."

"Please you could not conquer strudel."

"Oh, but I know something you don't know you Bavarian cream puff."

"Do Not."

"Do too."

"Do Not."

"Do too, infinity."

"Doctors, please. This is not a time for bickering." Both Drakken and Dementor turned to see the Red Raider enter the lab. "I arranged for your early release to aid me in my endeavors not to play who is the long lost twin of Ron Stoppable."

"I am no one's twin," began Drakken indignantly," who is he talking about anyway?"

"I trust you have found the equipment and plans I have provided adequate for the tasks at hand?" asked the Red Raider.

"They have proven most informative and the equipment has been the best state of the art," said Dementor.

"But where did you obtain these plans they are almost as advanced as some of my mine," said Drakken. Dementor just threw up his arms in frustration.

"Where I got them is unimportant. That I have them and have provided them to you is."

"But we have been working for weeks now. You have allowed us to work on only one selected part a time. When are you going to give us the whole picture?" asked Dementor.

"Patience, doctors. The entirety of the project would consume too much energy and produce a signature that could be detectable by GJ or other concerned parties. Too often in your previous endeavors you have been discovered because you moved before you were ready. I do not plan to make that same mistake."

"That's right. Do you want the Possibles to descend on us like a pack of rabid naked...whatever that thing was," said Drakken.

"Do not lecture me you blue die knaltute (twerp in German slang)."

"Enough! The Possibles involvement in our activities is inevitable and as it turns out necessary. Doctors I have come for a progress report form each of you. Dr. Drakken you may begin."

"Very well, follow me." Drakken led them to a series of rooms where his work on the refinement of the drones was being conducted. He explained that he had altered their basic genetic model based on the specifications given to him by the Raider. The Raider withdrew a small journal and wrote notes in it during the tour. Dementor kept trying to steal a glance at the journal but was never able to get a close look.

"Excellent work Doctor. I will conduct the martial and weapon trainings of the drones myself as I have the ones before."

"If I may ask? Why do you need these things? Your technology and weapons are quite advanced without the need for these constructs," said Dementor waving distractedly at the drones.

"Even I cannot be in all places at once and I only have two hands. I need squads of competent soldiers to complete our work." Drakken crossed his arms beamed with pride. "Now Doctor Drakken I wish you to start assisting with the main project."

"What! I do not need his help!" whined Dementor.

"Do not argue with me. Remember our agreement. In exchange for you work I have granted you freedom from imprisonment, a large enough cash payment to establish yourselves afterward, and access to the project when complete. Now Doctor your report."

"I think you will be pleased with our progress," Dementor led them now to a different section of the complex. Here he displayed the various projects the Raider had put him to task on. Power distribution nodes, high particle accelerators, atomic energy cells, spatial distortion apparatus, and even wormhole research was present. The Raider followed writing more notes in his journal that Drakken now tried to glances at. When Finished the Raider opened his armor and placed the journal inside.

"Your progress is a right on schedule Doctor. Now I want to you begin moving everything to the beta site."

"My research is at a delicate state and we have followed all your security precautions. Why leave now?"

"I have different plans for this installation and I can't have our primary project compromised. Speaking of different plans I must attend my other guest now. Please excuse me Doctors." As the Raider left them Drakken produced a small scanning device from his coat pocket and directed it toward the receding figure.

"I dislike not knowing the entire picture of what we are doing," complained Dementor.

"Time displacement," said Drakken with an evil grin.

"How did you…. Yes! I see it now. The high gravitational field compensators and the quantum flux matrices make sense now. Wait a minute. You are not smarter than I so how did you know?" It was at this time that Dementor noticed the small scanning device that Drakken had been using. "What is that? Have already stolen some of our associate's technology?"

"I told you I do not need to steal anything." Drakken pocketed the small device as he turned away with his hands clasp behind his back. "This was a gift from a new friend."

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DNAmy (Amy Hall) twirled and weaved through the laboratory that was filled with all manner of biologic, genetic, genomic, recombinant, and cellular equipment. The slightly pudgy middle aged geneticist with black hair that was only starting to show touches of grey was feeling like a child on Christmas morning. She was running her hands lovingly over her new toys when the door opened and the Red Raider entered.

"Well if it isn't my mysterious benefactor. I must apologize for my appearance I must look a frightful sight." DNAmy stood posing demurely and even blushing slightly.

"Your appearance is adequate," said the Raider after but a moment's hesitation. "However, Ms. Hall, the reason I arranged for your early release from incarceration was for scientific and technical abilities."

"Call me Amy and I just love men that are tall dark and mysterious," said Amy as she slid closer to the Raider and ran her hand up and down his armored arm. "Do you never take the armor off?"

"Never on a first date."

"So you do have a sense of humor after all. "

"What I have is great admiration for your work and I have brought you here so that together we can create something very unique to me."

"Which part of my work are you interested in my dark rescuer."

"Project Cradle." Project cradle was the original plan by Drakken to impregnate Kim Possible ironically with Shego as the other parent. The plan was to take Kim out of the hero business by either saddling her with a child or the emotional turmoil of aborting it. The plan backfired and brought Kim and Shego together in an even stronger union of both marriage and crime fighting. For a few seconds Amy stood frozen and then she began backing away.

"No, no, no, no. I did that once for that blue fool and look what it did. The world has never been the same since." The Raider followed Amy until she was trapped against the vast array of genetic equipment.

"Yes, let's look at what happened from Project Cradle. You created life. Sustained life. Not a hybrid, mutant, or monster. Living breathing human success. If you asked the recipients of your work if they now regretted it what do you think they would say."

"It is still playing with people's lives and I swore I would never do that again for him."

"I am asking you to do it for me."

"Why would you need such a thing?" The Raider appeared to ignore the question and turned Amy to look at the expanse of equipment before her.

"In exchange for a single working device of Project Cradle that is modified according to my specifications. I will grant you, in addition to your freedom, enough money to set yourself up anywhere in the world you wish with your choice of the best equipment here. Some of it will need to remain here to maintain appearances."

"Just one?"

"Just one."

"What specifications?"

The Raider opened his armor and took out the journal. He withdrew several sheets of data and a computer data disc. Amy took the notes and the disc to a nearby computer and began reviewing the disc. After several minutes of study she finally turned back to the Raider.

"You are wanting an extensive modification of the original. I won't be able to do this as a broad field pattern. It will require specific genetic patterns and signatures which means I will need samples of specific subjects."

"I suspected as much. Amy, please begin work on the hardware component and remember it must look like the original. I will obtain the samples you require and once you incorporate them into the device your work for me will be done. But first I have an errand to run. It is imperative that we remain on schedule.

Author's Notes:

Wheels within wheels are turning as dark plans begin to unfold. Do not worry the action heats up soon enough.

Kim possible and all characters associated with it are the Copyrighted property of the Disney Corporation and the creation of Bob Schooley and Mark Mckorkle. Any characters of Disney's Kim Possible are used without their permission but for non-profit purposes.