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 27: Return of the Ron Factor.
(September 2nd 2007, 8:58 pm)
In a not so secret location in the Nevada desert, was a not so secret base. It went by the not so secret name of Area 51. Before the Lowardian invasion it was the best kept secret of the U.S. government. For decades the man in charge of the base kept that secret with an ingenious application of rumors. So many people heard the rumors he'd spread of flying saucers, alien technology, yadda, yadda... The conspiracy theorists and nut cases who thrived on the rumors helped the general public scoff at their validity. In point of fact, every one of the rumors were true.
Things changed a lot at Area 51 after the invasion. General Simms no longer had to spread rumors, the entire world knew, without any doubt, aliens existed. Nobody cared anymore about his beloved secret base. Within a week after the invasion he received notice from the government. The base was to be shut down. It came all too close to becoming nothing more than a footnote in the history books. Simms had been staring a forced retirement in the face.
Just as the plans for decommissioning the base were about to go into effect, a visit from a brown haired man in a black suit changed everything. The man's name was Smith. He was a special agent for a secret government organization. Smith told him how his partner had been killed in the invasion. How it infuriated him that the government could do nothing to stop the Lowardians. They had to watch, impotently, as a superhero saved the world.
Using his connections in the government, Smith formed a small group that believed the way he did. They wanted to give the government the power to handle things for themselves. Simms wholeheartedly jumped on the bandwagon. Together Smith and Simms began turning Area 51 into the government's new clandestine super science research base. No longer would super science be left to the superheroes, or privately funded researchers. They believed that soon the government would be able to handle it's own problems, whether it be aliens or supervillains.
Simms sat at his desk and ran his hand over his bald head. He wasn't happy. Things were getting off to a slow and rocky start with their plans. Since they were secretly funded by the government, they didn't have the kind of money they needed to hire top scientists in their fields. Their science staff were mostly second stringers, or people who, for some reason or other, couldn't find work in the private sector.
He looked at the file on his desk. It contained the specifications of their very first project. A smile crept over his face. At least they had one truly competent scientist working toward their goal. His infiltration units were already in the field, worming their way into positions within the villain community. He closed the folder. Now was a good time to check on their progress. Simms put on his sunglasses and left his office.
A short walk took him to the lab the doctor was working in. Most of the rest of the base was shut down for the night, but he knew what he'd find as he opened the door. Exactly as he expected, the scientist was in a flurry of activity. His small eyes were darting from screen to screen, reading what to Simms was an incomprehensible bunch if data. The doctor didn't even notice him standing there as he mumbled to himself.
Simms watched the man work for a few moments. He noted that, as usual, he'd pushed the sleeves of his lab coat up, off of his unusually hairy forearms. The man was a rumpled mess, but Simms didn't care. All that mattered were the results the man could give them.
Clearing his throat, Simms made his presence known. “Doctor? How are things progressing?”
The man gave a startled jump. “General! Must you do that?” He waved a hand at the incomprehensible data on a screen. “I'm doing delicate work here!”
Simms left the doorway and walked up to him. “Sorry. I thought I'd get an update from you. I know you don't like to be disturbed, but you must understand how important it is we be kept informed.”
The doctor pushed his sleeves up further. “Yes, yes. Well everything is going very well. All three units are in the field. Unit One is still in position within Drakken's organization. The other two are working toward finding ways to infiltrate others.”
The General nodded. “Very good. I'll let you get back to your work then.” He turned and walked toward the door of the lab. As he neared the door he turned. “I want to say again how good it is to have you on the team Dr. Fen.”
He walked out of the lab.
Dr. Pete Fen slumped down in a chair as soon as the uniformed man left. A sigh escaped him, as he turned off the random number generator on the screen. He was lucky that neither of his bosses were scientists. If they had been, he would already be in deep shit. The project was quickly turning into a complete fiasco. Unit One was actually completely destroyed. He was using Unit Two to find out where it was. And, unlike he'd told the boss, Unit Three was still here in the lab.
Unknown to his employers, Dr. Fen was an almost complete fraud. They'd been so happy to have someone with his credentials on staff, they hadn't taken the time to check them closely. Fen worried they might if they found out how bad things really were. In truth, Fen couldn't build a working robot to save his life. The three he'd claimed to have built for them, were actually from a completely outside source.
Fen had few scruples when it came to his career. When he found out a certain Global Justice trooper had a gambling problem, he took the opportunity to use it to his advantage. He'd paid off the trooper's debt, in return for the three rebuilt robots GJ had in storage. He'd simply polished them up and slapped a synthetic skin on them. Then he'd flattered one of the young, semi-competent, computer programers here at the base into overwriting their old programming.
After that, it was not too difficult for him to install the additional parts needed for their new purpose. His head was filled with visions of glory when his bosses praised him for his work. Those visions faded quickly when Unit One went into active mode, and destroyed itself. He had no idea why it happened, but he was using Unit Two to try and locate it and find out.
He swung to a keyboard. Typing slowly, he called up the sensors he had Unit Two place in the last known location of Unit One. The fact the location was in Middleton Co. worried him. He wasn't sure what building it was, but it was big. At least it wasn't the Space Center. He didn't want to think about that place. He'd been busy in the years since his inglorious firing from there. It took a lot of work covering that up enough to just get any kind of job.
On the screen, dots appeared. Each one was a sensor Unit Two put in place. The sensors would pick up, and amplify, any signals from Unit One's locator beacon. Each one was powerful enough, by itself, to transmit the signal back to Area 51. Once he had it pinpointed, he'd send in Unit's Two and Three to retrieve it, before anyone found out. Hopefully, he'd be able to repair it, or find some reasonable sounding excuse for it's failure.
A beep came from the screen. Fen stared in confusion as the sensors began moving. He did a quick check, Unit Two was close, but not in that location. Someone else must be messing with them. He watched as the sensors all came together in one place. Then they moved completely out of the area. After a few moments, they stopped. He continued to watch for a few minutes, but nothing more happened. He began to fear his chances of fixing this, without getting caught, were dwindling.
Just outside the door of the lab General Simms paused. For a brief moment, he wondered if there were a 67 stroke HG scenario in progress. 'Incompetent scientist passing off stolen robots as his own work and covering up the loss of one of them to save his sorry ass.' He chuckled, as he continued on down the hall, he knew it couldn't be that, it was just too implausible.
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John Viceroy felt tired as he walked into the Commander's office at GJ headquarters. He smiled as he heard Ms. Du on the phone. She was doing the whole young lover babble with her new boyfriend. John hoped he could meet this mystery man someday. Anyone who could break through Du's shell had to be someone special.
She quickly closed her cell when she saw him enter.
John smiled at the embarrassed look on her face. He pretended not to notice. “Good evening Du. I'll take over and finish up here.”
She stood and let him take the big chair. “Yes sir. There's not much left to do.”
He took the seat and nodded as he saw the desk was mostly cleared of work. “That's good. I don't want to be too late myself. There's still a lot to do tomorrow.”
Picking up her slim briefcase, she asked. “How many more to go?”
He did a quick count in his head. “About 200. They are pretty efficient at the Space Center. We could barely keep up transferring the prisoners.”
She kept her smile hidden. Hopefully, if things got finished early enough tomorrow, she might be able to go out with Steve like they planned in the evening. “Don't work too hard sir.”
He just nodded as she left. The few papers on the desk didn't appear of significant importance, so he pushed them aside, for later. He logged into the GJ mainframe and checked messages. Most were, like the paperwork, something that could wait. Only one was marked urgent. A quick check told him the scientist who sent the message was still in the building. He sighed as he paged the man. Hopefully, it was something he could take care of with minimal fuss.
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Ron Stoppable was glad of the distraction, even if it was surveillance video of an intruder in the Tower of Ronatude. He'd been in a funk for hours. Knowing he was risking more than just his own life if he made a move against Kim was depressing. Even a delivery order from Bueno Nacho hadn't helped. It wasn't until after dinner that Rufus managed to get his attention by slapping a small plastic and metal disk down in front of him.
Now he watched the playback of the invader. Whoever she was, she wasn't trying to be sneaky. At first he'd thought it might be a ninja that got away. The blue eyes he saw, under the hood of the black catsuit, made him dismiss that soon enough. He kept changing the camera angles, trying to find some hint of who she was. No luck. He shut the screen off.
Joss leaned over his shoulder. “Y'all got any idea what she was up to?”
Both Ron and Rufus shook their heads. Ron looked at the disk. He had no clue what it was, but he figured it was a kind of bug. There was no way he was going to let them stay where the woman put them. Over the next hour, he and Joss followed Rufus and the security video to all the places she placed them. Once they were all gathered, he put them in a bag.
Ron stared at the bag. He had absolutely no idea what to do with them. If there was one thing he knew, it was he didn't know enough to figure them out by himself. Even Joss, with her knowledge of robotic animals was stumped. They needed someone like Wade. Ron felt depression creeping up on him again. Joss had already informed him, Wade was working with Kim. He'd lost yet another friend to evil.
Ron shook his head. He tried not to think about it. There was nothing he could do. Someday though, he'd make sure Kim Possible payed for her treachery.
He looked at Joss. “I'm gonna get rid of these. Why don't you check the alarm systems, OK?”
She nodded as he left the room. She was worried about how Ron was taking things. She hoped her ploy worked, and he didn't try anything stupid when it came to Kim.
Ron took the elevator down to the main entrance and walked outside. The night was getting cold. He shivered as he held the bag up. His eyes roamed around the the area. Where could he put them? Over by the treeline, he spotted a small white building. He walked towards it.
The ghost of a smile appeared on his face as he read the sign on the building. This was good. Let whoever it was bug the city's sewage. He walked around it looking for a door. It was locked and his inability to pry it open reminded him forcefully again how powerless he was now. Heck, even his 'Dumb Skills' seemed to have given out on him. With a grunt of disgust, he tossed the bag on the ground and walked away.
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The head of Cybernetics pointed at the wavering image on the screen. John Viceroy leaned closer and tried to make it out. “What am I looking at?”
The scientist began running the video back to the start. “We started receiving this signal about an hour ago. It's some kind of bounce-back from Dr. Director's implant. I don't know why, or how, but it's tapping into her optic nerve. Something is making it transmit instead of receive, like it's supposed to.”
John could see slightly blurry images. “What could cause that?”
The scientist shrugged. “I'm not sure. Maybe a large amplification field? I'm guessing, she isn't aware of it happening.”
John looked away from the scrambled image. “Why wouldn't she be?”
The man ran the video forward. “Sir. If she knew it was transmitting this...”
John felt his jaw go slack. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A cold knot formed in his stomach as he realized the implications of what was being displayed. He shut off the screen. He stood and looked at the scientist. “I'll take care of this. For now, just forget you ever saw this. That's an order.”
The scientist gulped. “Yes sir!”
Viceroy waited until the man left. He turned the screen on and patiently watched the entire thing, from start to finish. After it was done, he pulled out his GJ communicator. He dialed in the secret code that, in case of extreme emergency, would put him in contact with the Council.
It took almost two minutes to get a reply. On his com screen, a masked, elderly woman appeared. Her white hair was rumpled from sleep. She appeared to be in a hotel room. “This had better be important young man! Some of us try to get to bed at a decent hour you know!”
John hadn't been called young for a couple decades, but then, he was still not anywhere near as old as Miss Freedom. “Ma'am. I have a very serious situation to report. Evidence has come to my hands that shows Dr. Director in collusion with Kim Possible.”
The woman's brows lifted. “Show me!”
He uploaded the disc to the heroes communicator. While she was watching it, he began working at his own computer. He began a worldwide scan. Anything with enough power to make the signal feed back this way, should be easy enough to find.
After almost 20 minutes, Miss Freedom's face reappeared on his com. “Mr. Viceroy. I am appointing you Commander of Global Justice. My fellow council members agree. Your first task is to find and capture Director, and if you can, any of the Possibles and their minions.”
A light blinked on his computer. He looked at it in disbelief. “Ma'am? I've located her.”
She smiled. “I'll be there in a short while. I want you to have a plan in place by the time I get there.”
John stared at the screen as she closed the connection. Once more he played the disc. He wished it wasn't just video. Sound could give him much more information to work with. He paused the playback and felt like slapping himself. Fatigue was making his mind slow. His finger jabbed the intercom button. “Get me someone who can read lips!”
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Yori lay naked on a small, yet comfortable, bed. It was the last in a row of beds in a large barracks room. Solid steel chains on her wrists and ankles, bound her to the beds frame. Even though she still had the mind control chip on her forehead, her captors were obviously taking no chances. She was surprised at how well she was being treated since her arrival here from Japan. First she was placed in a machine, which healed all of her injuries. Then, she'd been commanded to eat a large and tasty meal. After that, she'd been brought here, shackled to the bed, and told to rest and sleep if she wanted.
All this was much better than she expected. Especially since she expected to be dead. She remembered back to how she was used to deceive her master. Her mind under complete control of Kim Possible. Even though her actions were not her own, she knew her fellow ninja would see them as dishonorable. Inside her head, she laughed. From what she'd overheard, she was, or would soon be, the only one of the Yamanuchi Ninja Clan left on earth. Her dishonor was only known to those who were there to witness it. The very same people who now held her captive.
If she were ever to escape this bondage, honor dictated she take her own life. This was what was required of her, for betraying her master. Even as she contemplated the ritual suicide, she rejected the thought. She wanted to live. She refused to accept the blame for Sensei's death. It was Kim Possible who killed him.
All her life, Yori believed her master to be the most powerful person in the world. Yet he was killed, in one swift blow, by a girl hardly older than herself. A girl who was not a ninja, even though she fought like one. Yori's mind froze. She was thinking respectful thoughts of her enemy! She closed her eyes and meditated on this. She let her mind wander, let thoughts float unbidden. Soon, she found herself reaching a surprising conclusion.
Had her master ever asked it of her, she would have gladly killed Kim Possible. Now her master was dead, by Kim's hand. Kim deserved her respect. She was truly more powerful than her, now dead, master. She witnessed it first hand. Kim took his life, and his power. It had been a violent and merciless act. Yori had seen for herself, the anger in Kim's eyes. Then she saw Kim take the life of her own friend.
The respect Yori felt swelled. She remembered how Kim plunged the blade. How Kim smiled as it tore through Stoppable's heart. Yori knew, beyond any doubt, Kim enjoyed brutally murdering him. Yori smiled a mental smile. She understood now. Death by her own hand, was not what awaited her. What awaited her was service to a new master. One who was worthy of that title. Worthy of her loyalty. A master, more powerful and evil, than her old one ever dreamed of being. Silently, Yori pledged her life to Kim Possible.
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