The Middleton Pact - Redux
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More)
If you find any of the above offensive, please don't read further.
CHAPTER 21: Not Quite as it Seems.
Shego crouched in the dense foliage of the jungle. Her hiding place was just outside the clearing where the monkey temple stood. She watched as the three heroes came running out the mouth shaped portal. The hot African sun pounded down on her. It was very uncomfortable, but she dare not move until they were well out of sight. They barely left the clearing when she heard the sound of others moving closer. It could only be the local villagers, coming to investigate the noise.
She scrambled out and ran towards the temple. It would not be a good thing if the locals discovered she wasn't really here to rescue their fallen hero. That little lie was what got them into the temple in the first place. She'd have preferred being teleported inside, bypassing the need of dealing with them in the first place, but Wade vetoed that idea. He wasn't about to teleport anyone into a place he couldn't be sure of the layout.
She waited as long as she dared, then sprang out of her hiding place and through the stone teeth of the entrance. In only a few minutes, she was back in the temple's main chamber. Even over the rumbling noise, she could hear the villagers approaching from behind her.
She yelled out, as she scrambled down to the center of the room. “Would you kill that damn noise?”
A figure shimmered out of thin air. The sound disappeared as Wade Load appeared. A pair of high intensity speakers began retracting into his backpack. “What's the rush?”
Shego nodded towards corridor. “Company coming. We gotta get moving.”
She reached the center cavern and looked down at the impaled woman. Using her toe, she prodded the motionless head. “I said, we gotta get moving.”
Green eyes blinked. Red hair shifted, the head turned. “Did I perform adequately?”
Shego smirked. “Yeah. If they start giving out those little gold statues for playing dead, I'll nominate you. Now get your cute mechanical butt up so we can get out of here.”
The disguised Cee-Cee started to lift herself up. After a moment of trying she found she wasn't able to, due to the stake impaling her chest cavity. “Assistance would be appreciated. The object you insisted on piercing my torso with is stuck.”
Shego reached down and pulled on the spike. It took most of her strength to remove it from both the robot's body and the hole in the floor. “Well, you know... Sorry about that, but it had to look real.”
Wade chuckled from behind her. “It all looked real. Especially your tears Shego.”
She spun around and pointed a green glowing finger at the young man. “If you ever tell anyone about that, I'll personally destroy every internet connection you have!”
Visibly shaken at that threat, Wade took a step back. “My lips are sealed! Promise!”
Shego turned to see Cee-Cee stand up. The robotic woman spoke. “Erasing recent memory files of crying event.”
The flicker of torches and the sound of approaching feet from the passageway kept Shego from gloating too much. “Let's hit the road.”
Wade nodded and pulled out an extremely complex looking PDA. He tapped into his new, world encompassing, satellite system. A flash of orange light left the temple chamber empty.
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Dr. Betty Director was happy to be back in her office at Global Justice headquarters. Kim told her she should be safe coming back to direct operations from here. Any ninja assassins should be on their way back to Japan. During the time she spent at the Possible's lair, she found Kim was usually right about such things. This begged the question, what else was Kim Possible right about? The last few days had been a real eye opener for her, in more ways than one.
The entire time she was there, she felt off kilter. Not just because of the drug she had been given either. That was only a small part of it. She had been forced to look deep inside her being and see the parts she kept hidden, even from herself. It was as if the world turned sideways. Her whole point of view had to shift with it. Now that she was back in what she considered her comfort zone, she found that point of view had not reset.
The Possibles introduced her to a world that clashed with many of her long held notions. Vibrant, rich, colors replaced the black and white she lived by for so long. Colors that mixed and clashed in ways that were new and exciting to her. Betty knew she had fallen into temptation's heady and seductive trap. The question that plagued her was, did she want back out again? She shook her head in an attempt to shake loose her thoughts.
For now, she would put business first. Soul searching could wait for later. She punched the intercom button on her desk. “Send in my Head of Special Projects please.”
The cheery voice of her assistant came back. “Yes Commander.”
Moments later, the door opened and Candida Du stepped into the office. She was wearing a brand new uniform and carrying a slender brief case. “You wanted to see me Dr. Director?”
Betty gestured to a chair. “Yes Ms. Du. Please have a seat.”
She watched as the young woman sat. It was obvious she wasn't used to wearing the dark blue jumpsuit that was the uniform of GJ's officers and agents. The dress code for scientists and researchers was quite different. It consisted mainly of a white lab coat over whatever they chose to wear. Betty had to admit, the almost skin tight uniform did look good on the young woman's slender, fit, body. She quickly shoved that thought aside. She couldn't believe how easily she was accepting her newly revealed interest in the fairer sex. “First, I want to congratulate you on your promotion. Commander Viceroy made an excellent choice.”
Candida tried to hide her embarrassment at the unexpected praise from her boss. “Thank you Ma'am.”
Betty gave her a brief smile before continuing. “Now, I'd like an update on the preparations for Task Alpha.”
Candida nodded and cleared her throat. “Surveillance teams in Japan have noted increased traffic moving into the area of Mt. Hikaru. People from many diverse backgrounds are entering the area. Business men, Students, and even Geishas. None are returning. At my urging, the research division investigated the area. They found that, prior to the industrial era, the mountain was known as Mt. Yamanuchi.”
Betty could only nod at this information. Kim had indeed been right. The ninjas were all going home. “Continue.”
Candida reached into her case and pulled out a folder. She set it on the desk. “These are the plans of the holding facility under construction next to Middleton prison. Steve... Umm... I mean, Possible Henchman Barkin, has some unique ideas in the field of incarceration. It should be completed by this afternoon. I have assigned two squads of field agents for the actual implementation phase.”
Betty gave this some thought. The ninjas were a tricky bunch. Better to err on the side of safety. “Make it four squads. I want to be sure everything stays under control. Thank you for your report HSP Du.”
Candida stood and began walking toward the office door.
Betty smiled at the girl's back. She let her almost get out of the room before she spoke. “There is one other thing...”
Candida turned back toward her boss. Worry flitted through her mind. Her boss had obviously noticed her slip. “Ma'am?”
Betty composed her face into the one she usually wore when dressing down a subordinate. “Ms. Du. I want you to remember that Global Justice is not in the business of regulating the personal lives, or off duty activities, of it's personnel. That will be all. Dismissed.”
Candida Du took a moment to digest what her boss just said. Her face glowed with delight. “Yes Ma'am. I'll remember that.”
She fled the room as fast as decorum would let her. She couldn't wait to get back to the prison area... And Steve.
Betty slumped in her chair. She just gave her third in command permission to fraternize with the enemy. There was nothing in the rule book that said she couldn't, but it was one of the more obvious unwritten rules. She couldn't throw stones though. Some things were more important than right and wrong. She knew this, since she was feeling the urge to fraternize with some of the enemy too. She slid her hand down between her legs. Cupping her, increasingly damp, pussy through her uniform. Her mind began to replay the fractured memories of that wild, drug induced, night in the Possible's lair.
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Deep beneath Mt. Yamanuchi lay an ancient cavern. Long ago, in times forgotten, it had been created by magma which had flowed from the now dormant volcanic mountain. This place was the dark heart of the Clan. It was here their founder hid from his enemies. Here that he began to teach his followers the way of the ninja. Soon it would be filled with his children. They would partake of the power that would make them the new rulers of the world.
Sensei stood in the center of the cavern. Beside him was a stone alter. It's thick surface was scarred with the furrows of many blades. Dried blood, from the sacrifices of those who held power, was clearly visible. Sensei remembered the last time one such was sacrificed here. In his youth, he received the power of dark magic from a once great warrior, as his blade had taken that one's life. The Clan would gain even more power with the death of Ron Stoppable.
He stepped away from the alter, toward one of the four short stone pillars that surrounded it. His hand reached out and caressed the black idol sitting atop it. The hunger that waited inside the idol called out to his magic. Soon it would feed. He stepped over to the one empty pillar. He could almost see the idol that would soon rest there. Once it joined it's brothers, and they consumed the Mystical Monkey Power, nothing would stand before the power and might of Clan Yamanuchi.
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(September 1st 2007, 10:00 am)
Yori was having trouble keeping up the facade of loving girlfriend. She sat in the dining hall of the newly christened 'Tower of Ronatude.' Across the table from her, Joss was trying to comfort the, still distraught, blond man. She knew, if she were playing her part properly, she should be doing that instead. The black idol sitting in the middle of the table was, however, distracting her. More than anything, she wanted to get it, and Stoppable, to Japan.
Over breakfast she almost lost control and dropped her act when Ron had announced he wanted to inform Kim Possible's family of her death, in person. She wanted to rage at him for delaying her destiny. The teenage girl had, as was so typical, agreed with him. It was almost like she was trying to make Yori mad enough to lose control. Only by relying on her training, had she been able to look at things from their view. They were simply grieving.
At least she managed to get them to wait until later in the day. She hoped she would get an idea that would get the plan back on track. Nothing, so far, was occurring to her.
Joss gave Ron a hug. “I reckon we all ought ter be heading out ta uncle James' place.”
Yori felt anger building again inside her. Couldn't that stupid girl learn to speak properly? Ever since she moved in with them, her mangling of the language had been grating on her nerves. She forced the anger down. It was time for extreme measures. She smiled. “Before we are going, let us have some tea. It will help in the calming of the nerves.”
She stood and made her way over to a counter. Quickly, she poured the abomination that passed for tea in this uncivilized country. With a glance, she made sure neither of them were watching her. A small vial dropped from a hidden pocket in her sleeve. She added the contents to two of the cups. Replacing the vapid smile on her face, she brought the tea to the table.
Ron looked down at the cup she placed in front of him. “Awww Man. I really would rather have coffee.”
Yori shook her head. “Tea is better. Coffee will only make you... How do you say..? Jittery?”
Ron sighed and lifted the cup to his lips.
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Kim, Anne, Shego and Barry sat in the lair's command center. Their eyes were glued to the main view screen. On the screen was the dining hall of Ron's headquarters. Kim was staring at it while she absentmindedly played with the end of her tail. Both Anne and Barry looked nervous. Shego was mouthing words under her breath, as she scribbled on a piece of paper. Suddenly, she stood and jumped to a console below the screen.
She ran her fingers over the keyboard, while still staring at the screen. The image zoomed in until it was focused in tightly on Joss's butt. Shego sighed as she stared at the image. “That's better.”
Anne started to speak, but Shego shushed her. “Hold on. I almost got it.”
She sat back down and began reading aloud what she had written. “Yori cracking … putting something in drinks … likely drug to sleep … will play along … time to act.”
They all watched, as Ron drank. In moments, he was slumping to the side, unconscious. Joss quickly sipped and apparently did the same, her cup tumbled from her hand to the floor. Yori stood and walked out of the room. For the first time, since they started watching the video feed, they saw a genuine smile on her lips.
Anne shook her head. “I never thought I'd see anyone send a message in Morse code by squeezing their butt cheeks together!”
Shego grinned. “Worked didn't it? Wait... She's coming back.”
On the screen, Yori re-entered the room. She wasn't alone. Three, black clad, ninja followed her. They watched as the four ninjas tied up the, apparently drugged, Ron and Joss. They carried them out a couple minutes later.
Shego shut off the screen.
She turned to the others. “Like she said, time to act. Let's start getting everything ready.” She glanced at the clock. “We'll leave in 45 minutes.”
Barry turned to look at Kim. “Are you going to be OK?”
She just nodded, and continued playing with her tail.
Anne glanced around. “Where are Wade and Drakken?”
Shego smirked. “They're repairing Cee-Cee in one of the labs.”
Anne stood. “I'll go let them know the ball is rolling then.”
She walked out of the room.
Shego went over to Kim and put a hand on her shoulder. “Look kiddo. I know this isn't easy for you. I promise we'll get them both out of this, safe and sound. Now you promise me you'll stay here with Wade and Drakken, and not try following us.”
Kim let out a heavy sigh. “I reckon y'all is knowin' best.”
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Sensei watched with pride as more of his fellow ninja entered the cavern. One broke from the crowd and ran over to him. He accepted the parchment the young ninja held out to him. A smile formed as he read the message. He strode over to the alter and called out. “Hear me! Your sister is bringing the power bearer to us. Rejoice! For tomorrow we shall be the lords of a new world!”
His ears rang as hundreds of voices shouted out their triumph.
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Tim looked up at his father. “Can we go dad? Please?”
Jim chimed in. “Yeah dad. We really want to!”
James Possible looked at his sons. “I don't know boys. It's going to be pretty dangerous.”
Jim tried his best to imitate his sister's Puppy Dog Pout. “We really, really want to go.”
Tim went for logic. “We'll stay out of the way. You might need our help.”
James shook his head. He was pretty sure if he didn't say yes, they would find some way to do it anyhow. “Alright boys. But I want you to stay with me, or Vivian, at all times.”
Both boys cheered as they gave their father a hug.
From across the living room, Vivian laughed. “Hey! Don't I get a hug too?”
They released their father and ran over to her. The twins wrapped their arms around her. Their dad chuckled. Vivian pretended not to notice that both of them were rubbing and nuzzling their cheeks on her breasts.
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Señor Senior Senior maneuvered the control stick of the helicopter, as he spoke. “Well children. We are almost to Japan.”
From the back seat Junior huffed. “I don't see why we had to come so early father. Nothing is supposed to happen until tomorrow.”
Bonnie turned in the co-pilots seat, to look back at her husband. “We are getting here early because of you, dear. If you had not let me oversleep and told Possible I was having trouble finding something to wear. Well... I want to make sure we are on time. I can't let Possible think I'm a slacker.”
Junior pouted. He knew he had yet to hear the end of this.
Señor Senior Senior chuckled. “Besides, I know of a very nice restaurant I wish to try. Also, I seem to be in the mood for dancing.”
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