Infiltrated?
Camille Leon was not happy by any means. Not only was she forced to put on the super hottie's horrible wardrobe, she had to shapeshift into him and walk almost a mile before the actual plan even began! She did not like transforming into guys, especially for long periods, it was far too uncomfortable on her chest. Shapeshifting in general for long periods was annoying enough on its own. Her body wanted to be in her true form, it took constant effort to keep her in another form, and to top that off, it risked causing stretch marks to her perfect body!
Then there were the damn gun barrels on her arm and the shoes! The ugly wrist accessory was so heavy that it threw her off balance and it was causing more than a bit of pain all up her arm, but if that wasn't enough, the cheap looking sneakers were hiding a layer of metal in the base. The extra weight wasn't too noticeable initially, but after walking for half an hour, Camille could sure feel it now. Her legs were killing her.
"I made it. Just so we're clear, if I don't get rich from this, your heads will roll." Camille hissed as she exited an alley and found herself staring at the target. "I am sore, I am tired and I am not happy."
"Trust me, your cat's leaving all of us in the same condition." Drakken replied dryly, grunting as a hiss and a smash rang in the background through her earpiece. "Look on the bright side; you won't have to act tired and in pain. Now get into character. We can't have them becoming suspicious of you."
"I'm on it, cool your jets." Camille snapped, shifting her voice to match what little she'd heard of Henry's. "It's not a hard roll. Go in, tell them I'm alright and claim I want bed rest. In and out, easy peasy."
"Don't be foolish! You only have one chance to get this right." Drakken snapped back. "The fact that you're 'sore and tired' might allow you to hide a poor impersonation of his personality, but if you play it too hard, they will force you to a medical bay and an observer! Brush it off too much and they'll suspect something. Especially if you're still wearing the ear piece! While no one would wonder how Tech managed to find and tap into a private frequency, they'd all wonder why he didn't already let them know he was safe."
"You mean I get to stop listening to your whiny voice? Poppin!" Camille exclaimed, mock excitement oozing from her voice before she ripped the device from her ear. At least that was one annoyance she didn't have to deal with anymore. Shoving it into her pocket, she gave herself one more moment to glare in disgust at everything she was conceding to do before forcing her face into an exhausted expression and made her way across the street. As much as she hated to admit it, the blue weirdo was right. Between her own lethargy and the weight leaving her walking wonkily, she didn't have to do much to look the part at all.
"HENRY!" She didn't even get halfway up the front yard before a girl's cry hit her ears. Slowly raising her head a bit, she found a small group of people running her way, led by a girl with red hair. Jazz Fenton, she reminded herself as the girl reached her. "Oh, thank goodness you got away. Are you ok? We've been so worried, we've been looking everywhere for you. How badly are you hurt? Let's get you to a medic. Can you walk, or-"
"Let him answer a question or two, Jazz." Bulma interrupted as she caught up, looking just as concerned. Though that didn't stop her eyes from hardening a little as she nudged the redhead aside. "Also, let's not forget precautions. There are ghosts involved in this, remember?" She added, motioning to the Specter Deflector around her waist before placing her hands firmly on Camille's shoulders. Resisting the urge to shriek as the woman's greasy hands made contact with her bare shoulder, Camille simply responded by leaning into the touch with a tired moan, resting her head on Bulma's shoulder. "Good, there's no possession going on. Let's get you to a medic."
"I don't need one. I'm mostly alright. I heal fast." Camille muttered, pulling her head back up to meet Bulma's concerned eyes. "I just need a hot bath and a bed. I'm really tired."
"What? But after all the hits you took…" Jazz started.
"I'm tough. I'm just worn out." Camille broke in, a little more firmly than was probably a good idea, before covering it with a yawn. "I'm not built for long term exertion and fast healing takes energy. I need a nap, that's it, k?"
"If you're sure." Bulma answered before Jazz could, though she still brushed her hands over Camille's body for a moment, checking for injuries, before truly conceding. "You're friends will be happy to hear it. Takato and Rika have been calling every twenty minutes, asking or demanding updates. They'd already be here helping to look for you if they weren't busy with some devil lady spreading demonic bats across Odaiba."
"Kim and the others are relieved too." Wade added, joining them as they reentered the building. "You had us all really worried, buddy. Global Justice wants a debriefing though. They're hoping you can help us get numbers and a location on these guys."
"Sorry, I don't know." Camille replied with an exaggerated, tired sigh. "I was in a moving truck south east of here when I woke up and I only saw like, four people in there. The monkey guy, the crazy golfer and few guys in ugly body suits. I didn't stick around to find anything out. Do I look like I could go another round?"
"Fair enough." Wade conceded, throwing his hands up for the standard 'I surrender' look. Damn, that was a bit too snappy for this goody two shoes, wasn't it? The reports Drakken had dug up said this was a very calm and restrained hottie with terrible fashion sense. All well, hopefully they'd just take it as tired moodiness. The guy had to have bad days, right? "I'll tell them it's a dead angle. Is there anything you can tell us though? Maybe something they said?"
"Only complaints that the boss was douche and needed to stop adding to the plan." Camille answered, struggling not to roll her eyes or swing into one of her poses as she took the chance to rant. "Now that Global Justice is about to be toasted, they feel that just going after Kim Possible is more than enough."
"So Kim is a target." Wade muttered as they reached the elevator, frowning and rubbing his chin as he stepped inside. "I'll need to make sure to tell them that's been confirmed."
"Forget that part, we already knew it!" Jazz cried, far more distressed as she stared wide eyed at Camille. "What do you mean 'Global Justice is about to be toasted'? There's still a plan targeting them?"
'Oops.' Well, that was a mistake. She didn't intend to let that slip. Trust the 'brilliant Jazz Fenton' to catch on to her wording. All well, it was too late now to stop it anyway, she was sure. Gemini didn't seem like the kind of guy to go slow and it wasn't like she had anything to do with it or to gain or lose from it anyway. "That's what they said. Besides, if I was an evil megalomaniac, why would I stop there?"
"Ok, that's worth giving to Dr Director." Wade stated, suddenly growing a lot more anxious and almost barreling his way out the door the moment it opened. "I've got to warn them immediately."
She'd probably get an earful for that later, but Camille was just happy to see that boy gone as the doors closed again. It was one less person risking her exposure and it was the guy that knew her best to boot. Again, she struggled not to smirk as the elevator made it to the next floor, Jazz shifting her against her body and guiding her out into the hallway.
"I'll send a nurse to check up on you." Bulma called after them, right before her phone went off again. "Fast healer or not, it's better to be sure you're healing properly. Rest well, Henry."
"Ok, thanks." Camille grinned over her shoulder as the elevator doors closed, ignoring the disapproving tutting coming from her remaining companion. It was a bit bothersome that she'd been left with the one least willing to let 'Henry' just sleep it off, but no matter. She could make do with this.
Shifting a little more weight onto Jazz's shoulder, she opted to stay quiet and let the redhead lead her back to the boy's room, simply humming as Jazz told her how silly she was being and pushing for a medic visit sooner until they stopped in front of a door. Fortunately, it wasn't locked, as Camille did not have a key, so Jazz opened it and strolled right in. "I mean really, it'd be no trouble. I could go grab the nurse now while you take a bath. If you really are fine, then it would be a simple five minute visit and then you're free to sleep."
"Alright, fine!" Camille snapped, pulling herself off of the redhead and forcing her arm up onto the desk before ripping the gauntlet off of her arm. She was just as sick of this girl's nagging as she was of that chunk of metal on her arm. If it would shut her up, she'd let her have her way. She'd just deal with another early victim.
After her bath. She hadn't had one since this started and the grime she was forced to smear herself with for this was gross. Besides, she couldn't do this mission smelling like a dump. She needed a hot bath as much as she wanted one.
….
Under normal circumstances, Vlad would have felt the urge to go and strangle that stupid child. One comment was all it took for her to risk the unraveling of the most important part of his plan. Global Justice had been hit hard, but they were far from done for just yet. They were still a threat to Vlad.
Wade was already alerting Global Justice to the situation. It wouldn't be long before the information, as little as there was, would be passed through to every agent. It was very fortunate to Vlad that it was already too late. Even as the spies were warned, Gemini was already well underway with the next attack and on a very large scale.
Though Spectra and the others weren't aware of it, Gemini had had his own follow up in the works from the beginning. His organization was almost as far reaching, globally speaking, as Global Justice and as such, he'd been preparing his men to stage their own attacks on bases ever since he agreed to help. On top of that, the sly dog had even reached out and tipped off the Forever Knights, one of many groups that had a longstanding conflict with Global Justice and had the alien tech needed to hit them hard. The plan was a simple one, set up attack groups near every discovered base likely to send assistance to the original targets, wait for the places' numbers to lower and attack simultaneously again.
Vlad's smirk grew into an all out laugh as one of his spybots showed him Gemini in the thick of it, his metal hand launching his finger rockets all over the place as his men poured out in all directions, destroying everything they came across. The plan wasn't taking out many agents, but that was fine. Their bases were crumbling, their equipment was either destroyed or stolen and their computers were getting hacked for even more sensitive information and locations before also being blown up. It was only a matter of time before the next wave of bases was hit too. At the rate this was going, no matter how many agents did survive, Global Justice would be gone by the end of the week and even if they could rebuild, it would be far too late to stop Vlad.
"Incoming!" A clone called, drawing Vlad's attention away right before the next explosion wiped out his spybot anyway. Determining which clone called by the way the others turned, Vlad dropped his eyes onto his screen and chuckled as he watched Kim and Ron disappear in flash of electricity, dropping the teleportation module in the process. "Isn't it a little early for their return?" The clone asked, raising an eyebrow at the original.
"Perhaps, but no matter." Vlad replied with an uncaring shrug. "They were heading out of town, right? By the time they get all the way back to Capsule Corp, it will be ours."
"Assuming the Saiyan girl doesn't interfere." Another clone called, a little nervous as he pointed to his monitor. "She's back in town. Sure, she's heading straight for the blast sight, but…"
"We can keep her out of it well enough." Yet another clone declared with a chuckle. "Drakken's involvement has already been discovered and the program upgrades to his little toys are complete. They should be more than enough to handle her and the extra brats flying around the city."
"Who would have thought Drew Lipsky of all people would make something worthy of fighting a Z Fighter." Vlad snorted. He actually was really impressed with the feat.
"Though they are here, not in Japan." The first clone pointed out. "If they are our contingency plan, we'd best send them now."
"Yes, I suppose I am right." Vlad nodded with a smirk, picking up a teleportation module he'd had one of his vultures swipe. "I should probably pick up that blood sample now anyway." With that, he sucked all but two clones back into his being and took off through the ceiling, one clone following with a large crate while the other went back to monitoring. He had a payphone to find.
….
Sighing as the bath water disappeared, Camille dried off and forced herself back into Henry's form. She'd doubted that Jazz would barge in while a boy was bathing, so she was free to enjoy the hot water in her own form.
"Such a shame he's such a goody goody." Camille sighed, staring over her current form in the mirror. Excluding below the waist, her form was currently a perfect replica of Henry's and she liked what she saw. "Put him in a suit and this guy would make one yummy escort."
"Henry?" Jazz's voice called as she knocked on the door, startling Camille. "Did you say something? Are you ok? You've been in there for a while."
"I-I'm fine." Camille called, scowling as she stumbled over the vocal manipulation. That girl just would not stop being a nuisance! Camille was amazed that she got even five minutes to herself. She needed to be dealt with.
Fortunately, Camille was prepared for that. All she had to do was…
"Ok, then are you ready to see the nurse? She'll be here in one minute." Oh, come on! Could she not even finish a thought before this pushy redhead butted into her business? That's it, she was going down now!
"Actually, I'm struggling a little to put on my shirt." Camille called back, ruffling through Henry's poor excuse for clothing before heading toward the door. "Would you mind giving me a hand? I have pants on, so you're free to come in."
"You might as well leave it off any-AH!" Jazz started, opening the door only to be literally stunned as Camille lurched forward a taser into her neck. She crashed to the floor instantly, spasming, but much unconscious.
"I can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you, blue boy." Camille grinned as her body started contorting into Jazz's form. "I don't think even a gag would have shut her up." Moving back to put on her underwear, she moved to take Jazz's clothes, but stopped and smirked as another knock sounded, this time coming from the bedroom door.
"Just a second." She called, pushing Jazz's body further into the bathroom before closing that door and heading for the other. Keeping her body behind it, she slowly opened the door, poking her head out and smiling at the nurse. "Come on in, he's just drying off."
"How is he now?" The nurse asked, stepping into the room. "Has he mentioned any particular-"
BZZZT
"And another one bites the dust. Poppin!" Camille smirked as the nurse hit the floor, her form already contorting to match the last victim. This would work much better. No one would question a medic moving around the company. One mention of an injury and everyone would just get out of the way. Yes, this would be perfect. She just needed the outfit.
….
True to form, no one made a single move to stop her as she hustled through the halls. Which was a good thing, because Camille did get a little lost. She didn't exactly get a decent amount of time to memorize a floor plan.
Fortunately, the 'nurse on a mission' look that she was giving off also made it easy to get help. It was no surprise to anyone that she didn't know her way around, after all the building was so enormous that few people actually did know how to get anywhere and everywhere. So, as long as she sounded like she was in a hurry, most people just gave her directions and got out of her way. It almost made her thankful for all of Jazz's pestering.
Still, that didn't stop her from grumbling under her breath the whole way, something that only stopped with a low growl as she finally stood in front of the damn door! She had a feeling that she'd been around it almost three times beforehand. Not only was that a pointless, killer walk, but it wasted so much time that her victims might have already woken up! If that happened, then she was busted and Camille Leon will never be caught in orange again, damn it!
"Next time, you give me actually useable directions." She hissed softly, turning her earpiece back on.
"After this, there shouldn't be a next time." Drakken retorted, only making her glare at the door.
"Here's hoping." With that, she slowly opened the door, just a crack, and took a look inside.
It was a pretty standard deal. Two people, one man, one woman, sitting in front of a fancy control panel and a lot of monitors. There were no donuts, and both were actually looking pretty tense, but seeing as they talking about the crisis taking up a good chunk of the city, it was safe to say that they weren't too focused on their job. Or their surroundings.
Slowly opening the door just enough to slip in before closing it again, Camille slowly approached the duo, careful not to make any noise. Reaching into her pockets, she pulled out a taser in each hand and the moment she was close enough, she leapt right at them. The sudden movement caught the woman's attention and she whipped around, but it was only to watch with wide terrified eyes Camille struck, pressing the tasers into both of them at the same time. Choked gasps were all that managed to leave their lips as they jolted out of their seats and into the console before collapsing bonelessly onto the ground.
"Ok, I'm here and the killjoys are buzzed. What now?" Camille asked as she sneered down at the console. She could operate her phone and social sights like no one's ever seen, but she was not a geek. She couldn't tell you what a single button did on this thing.
"You have the USB drive I gave you, right?"
"Duh!" She replied with an eyeroll.
"Then it's so simple even you can do it." Drakken replied, the mock sweetness in his voice leaving Camille wanting to slap him. "Place it into a port, open it up and Professor Dementor will do the rest."
"I still don't know why you had me make the virus or do any of this. Aren't you-"
"This needs no mistakes and I'm admitting you're better at this stuff than me. Gloat about it later!"
"Can you two take your old married couple routine out of my ear?" Camille snapped, scowling as she scanned the console. "There are like, so many things I'd rather hear. Like the nagging redhead."
"Do the job and we won't have to talk to each other!" Drakken snapped.
"I like, already got it." Camille snapped back, practically slamming the USB into the first drive she saw. Fortunately, the system immediately responded, asking her if she wanted it opened so all she had to do was hit a single button. A new window popped up a second later, depicting a number of flickering symbols and numbers for a few minutes before a loud, bellowing laugh had her ripping the earpiece from her ear.
If she needed any other signs that her job was done, then the slamming of heavy doors and panicked voices not far from the room were more than willing to suffice.
….
"Ah, Bertrand. How nice to see you in person again." Vlad greeted as he and his clone made it to the meeting point, the tired out clone immediately disappearing a moment later. Flying from a town away with the crate did the frail thing in. "I trust everything is going as planned?"
"For the plan Spectra and I actually care about? Yes, somehow it has yet to go off the rails." Bertrand replied, not making any effort in hiding his contempt. Whether that was directed at the route the plan was taking, the extra work Vlad had asked of him or simply his feelings for Vlad in general, the ghost hybrid didn't know. Fortunately, he also didn't really care. "Your side plan on the other hand, has hit a snag."
"What kind of snag?" Vlad asked, his smug look disappearing as his eyes narrowed.
"The kind where Tech scrubs his data history instead of unlocking it." Bertrand shrugged, tossing him Henry's device. "I do however, have the blood." He added, taking a little more care as he handed over a box.
"You failed to get the data." Vlad muttered lowly, his eye ticking as his anger grew. That was a setback. He needed that data. Not only would it have given him Ryo's location, but there was no doubt plenty of other things within this toy. Perhaps even everything he needed to fill the holes in his information and perfect his plan. To know it was so easily and carelessly lost by Bertrand, that Henry had denied him, it was so vexing…
But he had to let it go. He couldn't threaten Bertrand. With Spectra still out there, no matter what he did, it would backfire horribly. He still wasn't ready for the world to know of his return. He had to settle down.
Besides, while the bonuses were beyond his reach, Ryo's location was still a possibility. He'd just need to get into Capsule Corp and find the computer Henry's handheld had been connected to. It should still have the data and once the final stage of the plan was underway, it would be far safer for him to enter.
Besides, even if that plan failed, he still had other ways to find Ryo. The most important thing was the blood now safely in his hands. At least for that plan.
Either way, he could worry about that later. Right now, he had one more thing he had to do before he could watch the current plan come to its climatic finale. And who knows, maybe these new toys he'd brought over would actually make this even better. After all, conquering the world would be far easier with one less Z Fighter to get in his way.