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 30: ...Before the Dawn.
Kim saw the dark hallway brighten momentarily as the teleporter activated. Darkness and silence closed in around her. Though it was the only thing she'd mentioned, retrieving Yori wasn't the only reason she'd stayed behind. As she moved toward the elevator, questions ran through her mind. How had they been found? What was the reason for the attack? Who was behind it? Staying behind was the quickest way she could find out the answers. As she reached the elevator shaft, the tiny bit of light from the door to the teleporter room faded until even her genetically enhanced vision was useless.
Using hands and tail, she felt her way past the melted door frame and into the shaft. Carefully, she began climbing the emergency ladder up to the next level. Emerging on the second level, she turned away from the barracks. Instead, she went toward her own living quarters. A slight feeling of dizziness began to creep over her as she went through the door. A hint of chemical smell hung in the air. The gas was spreading faster than Wade predicted. She felt her way to a certain cabinet and flung it open.
Moments later, she was breathing sweet, untainted, air as she strapped her diving tank to her back. She smiled around the mouthpiece. Of all the equipment she used on missions, this was the most mundane. It's operation was completely mechanical. Had she not remembered it, she might have reconsidered staying behind. Once she had the tank in place, she dug around in the cabinet again. A sickly yellowish-green light spread as she cracked and shook a chemical glow stick. It seemed as bright as day to her.
She stuffed a few extra sticks into a pouch attached to the dive straps. Last, she pulled out the dive utility knife and affixed it's sheath to her leg. Now she only had to out wait the gas. If it took longer than the hours worth of air she had, she would be forced to abandon Yori and leave. It wasn't likely she would have to. She stepped back out into the hallway and started walking toward the barracks. First she'd get Yori out. Then she could turn her thoughts to the best way to greet her uninvited guests.
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Viceroy stood near the drill hole. He glanced at his watch before turning to the armored woman beside him. “Five more minutes to complete saturation. In ten minutes it will be dissipated enough to go in without masks.”
Miss Freedom nodded as she activated her internal air supply. She moved to the rope ladder being lowered into the hole by a couple of troopers. “Good. Have your troopers follow once it's dissipated.”
He looked at her in surprise. “You are going in now? Alone?”
She began climbing down the hole. Her voice came back over his communicator. “They have another escape route. Some kind of teleporting device. We have to be sure it's not functioning. I don't want them to have the chance to use it while we wait for the gas to work.”
Viceroy watched her disappear beneath the ground. He couldn't help wondering if she was incredibly brave to go alone into the unknown like that, or just plain crazy.
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Kim was thankful for small favors as she cracked open the door to the barracks. Had it been locked, all her efforts would have been wasted. She quickly went to the bed the ninja was shackled to. A quick glance told her the girl was unconscious. She made sure the mind control chip was firmly fixed on the girl's forehead before she started undoing the chains. The last thing she needed right now was for Yori to have a chance of attacking her or escaping once the gas wore off.
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In a burst of orange light, Wade's bedroom was suddenly filled with people. There was barely room to move, as Wade pushed his way to his computer desk. The twins only had time to give each other high fives before he pushed between them.
Wade's fingers flew over the keyboard. “Good job guys.”
In the back of the crowd, Vivian wrapped her arms around Anne in a mix of relief and delight. “What happened? We were trying to find out what happened to Wade and suddenly you guys show up.”
Anne returned the hug. “It's a long story. I'll fill you in once it's all over.”
Shego stepped behind Wade. “How much longer does she have?”
Jim's eyes widened as he looked at a Demon and his ex-teacher. He turned to Wade, sure his mind was playing tricks on him, and asked. “Does who have?”
Wade flipped a switch. “Kim. She stayed behind.” He tilted his head back and looked at Shego. “Less than two minutes. I'm doing a search while we wait. Maybe I can find out who's behind all this.”
Tim nudged his friend with his elbow. “It's Global Justice. We managed to catch some of their radio chatter while we were searching.”
Jim nodded. “Some guy named Viceroy and a Hero called Miss Freedom set off a S-EMP...”
Anne paled at the name her son spoke. “Oh shit! Nana...”
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Miss Freedom peered out of the elevator shaft. She shone her flashlight out into the corridor. She smiled as she recognized it as the place where the conclave had been held. On the top level, she'd seen nothing familiar. Ditto for the second level. She'd been tempted to search each of them, but she remembered her priority was the device that transported her here before. It was here on the lowest level. The lack of light or movement meant she was probably too late. Just in case, she'd make sure the device was as out of commission as everything else seemed to be. Then she could begin to search in earnest for the rotten apples on her family tree.
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Shego looked at the time displayed in the corner of one of Wade's many computer monitors. Frustration was etched on her face. “That's it Nerdlinger! Send me back. It's been five minutes already.”
Steve placed a hand on her arm. “Let's give her some more time. Wade could have been off on his guess about how much time it takes for the gas to spread.”
She shook her head. “No such luck. Nerd boy here has never been wrong yet.” She grabbed Wade by the front of his shirt. “I'm not waiting anymore! Send me back!”
Wade sputtered. “I can't. With the way I had to cobble the teleporter together just to get it to work, it can only transmit from there.”
Anne placed her hand over Shego's. “Let him go. It's not his fault. Besides, even if he could send you back, you'd get gassed the moment you arrived.”
She smiled as Shego let go. “Kimmie is resourceful. I'm sure she'll manage.”
Barry cleared his throat. “Look at it this way. If, and that's a big if, Kim were to get captured, it's not really all that bad. Since GJ is running the show, the worst they will do is lock her up.” He grinned. “We can just break her out later.”
Betty nodded. “John is GJ to the core. If he's in charge of the OP, he'll go by the book.”
Shego whirled and faced Betty. “Why do you think I'm so worried? They aren't going by the book! The electromagnetic thing. The gas. That's not GJ tactics and you know it!”
Anne stepped between them. “Maybe not, but that doesn't mean they are going to...”
Betty cut her off. “Shego's right. It is unusual. I think it's time for me to head to GJ and take control of things myself.”
Wade turned in his chair. His finger pointing at the data flowing across his computer screen. “Umm... That might not be such a good idea...”
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Kim grunted with the effort of dragging Yori down the hallway. Between the heavy air tank, and the unconscious girl, it was rough going. She let the girl's arms drop and checked her air gauge. The reading wasn't good. She was using her air faster than she anticipated. There was plenty left, but she had no way to tell how long she'd need to use it. Leaving the girl lay, she went over to the elevator shaft. She couldn't see any sign of the intruders as she looked up. A sound caught her attention. She looked down. It was faint. Just the tiniest scraping sound. Any other time or place and she would have dismissed it. She knew without any doubt, someone was moving around on the lower level.
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John Viceroy looked up at the sound of an approaching vehicle. He waved the troopers toward the hole as he watched a GJ van come to a stop. His brows raised when he saw Candida Du step out. “I thought you had the day off Du? It is a holiday you know.”
She strode over to him. A single trooper followed in her wake. “I did and it is, but something came up.” She looked away from him. Seeing the first of the troopers approaching the hole, she raised her voice. “Troopers! Stand down and hold your positions.”
A frown crossed Viceroy's face. “Miss Du, explain yourself.”
Her eyes met his. “John Viceroy. By order of the Council, I am relieving you of duty.” She motioned to the trooper. “You are to be taken into custody.”
The trooper reached to his belt and produced a pair of handcuffs. “Sir? Place you hands behind your back.”
Viceroy's face went livid. He took a step backwards. “On what grounds?”
Candida unholstered her stun baton. “You are charged with violating the Council's restriction on the use of banned technology...”
He shook his head violently. “It was approved! Ask Miss Freedom!”
Ignoring his outburst, she pressed the stud that activated her baton. “You are further charged with negligent homicide as a direct result of using said banned technology.”
His eyes grew wide. “No... No...”
Candida dialed the baton to it's lowest setting and jammed it into his gut.
His mind went fuzzy and he lost control of his limbs. Moments later, he found himself laying on the ground in handcuffs.
She leaned down until she was nose to nose with him. “That damn thing you set off caused a young woman to loose control of her car two miles from here. They had to pry what was left of her out of the wreckage.” Rage made her tremble. “You didn't bother to get confirmation did you? You were in just too much of a hurry. I hope you can live with yourself!”
He whimpered as the trooper lifted him to his feet. “It was Miss...”
Candida started walking away from him. “Don't worry about Miss Freedom. Council representatives are on their way to take care of her.”
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Kim watched from the dark corridor as the armored figure raised it's fist toward the teleporter. She spat out the mouthpiece. “You know. Iron Guy called. He wants his pajamas back.”
She watched the intruder spin around. Taking a small risk, she cautiously sniffed the air. Not feeling dizzy, faint, or smelling even a hint of chemicals, she smiled. Instead of replacing the mouthpiece, she loosened the tank's straps. She let it drop with a clang, as she backed down the corridor, away from the advancing metal clad woman. She tried not to show her delight at luring the woman away from her best means of escape.
Miss Freedom raised her arms and quickened her pace. “You won't be so witty once I've put an end to your evil ways Kim Possible!”
Kim began to move faster. She silently counted her steps as she went. “So you're one of the good guys huh? I'm surprised. It was a very naughty thing you did, breaking all my toys.”
In a burst of unexpected speed, Miss Freedom rushed forward. She swung a gauntlet at the retreating girl. It swiped through the air as her target leaped to the side.
Kim jumped and tumbled through the door of the lair's control room. She was concerned at the speed of her opponent. In her mind, she revised her estimate of the bulky looking armor's capabilities. Rolling back to her feet, she braced herself against the central console.
Miss Freedom turned and strode through the melted doorway. She could see the large room clearly. Glow sticks were scattered around the circular chamber. She hesitated. Knowledge that she'd been lured here came instantly. She swung her helmet from side to side, trying to see if there were any surprises awaiting her. “So you think you're going to trap me?”
Kim laughed. “Nothing of the sort. I just like to have plenty of room. It's no fun beating the living daylights out of a someone in a cramped hallway.”
Lunging forward, Miss Freedom swung a leg out. Kim dug her claws into the edge of the table and pushed her body upwards. The armored foot sped by just under her. It barely grazed her tail as her own legs pumped out, striking the heroe's breastplate. Both women tumbled backwards from the force of the impact. Kim rolled across the table and landed lightly on her feet. Miss Freedom stumbled and fell to the floor with a metallic clatter.
Kim stood across the table, watching as the other woman regained her feet. It was quite obvious she stood little chance against such a heavily armored foe. An edge was what she needed. Her thoughts raced back to all the times she'd fought Shego. More than once, her wife had set her off her stride with her taunts and snide comments. She leaned forward and propped her elbows on the table. She grinned as she cradled her chin in her hands. “You will let me know when you're ready to actually start fighting, won't you?”
Miss Freedom glared at the smug look on Kim's face. She fought down the flare of anger she felt. Slowly, she began circling to her right. Her mind seethed as she looked at the disgustingly evil creature that had once been her granddaughter. “I guess I should expect such insolence from a deviant like you.”
Kim began moving, keeping the table between them. She chuckled. “You think I'm a deviant? Well, well I never expected such flattery!” Her head cocked to the side. “Would you by any chance be coming on to me?” Licking her lips seductively, she leered at the metal clad woman. “Tell you what. Why don't you take off that tin can. I'll show you just how deviant I am. She ran her hand down between her legs. Making an obvious show of rubbing her cunnie. “I'll eat your goody-goody pussy til you beg for mercy!”
Miss Freedom felt her gorge rise. The very thought of the perverse thing Kim was saying made her ill. She screamed out in disgust and rage. “You sick, twisted, little bitch!”
Kim rolled onto her back as the maddened woman hurled across the table. She kicked her legs up as Miss Freedom passed over her. An armored fist slammed into the side of her head before she managed to push the other woman up and over. Pain surged as she shook her head to dispel the sparks before her eyes. She stood and turned to the heap of metal laying against the far fall.
Miss Freedom gasped in pain. She could feel the grinding of bone from her fractured ribs. She pushed herself into a sitting position. Her arm lifted toward the girl slowly approached her.
Kim blinked. Shook her head forcefully. She was seeing double. Two arms raised. Two small panels opened on the armor's forearms. Two tiny missiles flamed to life.
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Two men stood over the naked girl. The taller one stripped off his suit jacket and covered her bare body. “She is unresponsive. Do you have any idea who she could be?”
The shorter man shook his helmeted head. “I am hafing no idea.” He knelt down beside her. “It is seeming to me that she is a prisoner.”
A puzzled look crossed Officer Twill's face. “What makes you say that Professor?”
Dementor reached out and plucked the chip from the girl's forehead. He held it up. “This. It is for the controlling of the mind.”
Neither man saw the girl's eyes blink. They barely saw her move, as she leaped up and disappeared into the darkness.
Dementor gasped in surprise. “VAT IN THE NAME OF MY GRANDMOTHER'S STRUDEL!?”
Twill spun around. He couldn't see anything in the beam of his flashlight. “Should we go after her?”
The German stood. “Nein. She is not being our problem. Our business for the Council IS COMING FIRST!”
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Dr. James Possible stared out of the control tower window. His eyes took in the beauty of the giant rocket ship sitting on the launch pad. An amused chuckle made him glance away.
Dr. Wong smiled as she joined him at the launch console. “You know James. If that rocket were a woman, she could slap you with a sexual harassment suit for leering at her like that.”
He returned her smile. “Well she is a beauty. Can you blame me?”
She shook her head. “I guess not.” She reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. “It's time to say farewell to her.”
He nodded and gently laid his hand on a big red button. His eyes returned to the window as he pressed it. Both scientists watched as the rocket's engines roared to life. Smoke and flames billowed, as the ship lifted itself toward the heavens. They continued to watch until it was no longer even a speck in the sky.
Dr. Wong gave a nod. “Time for me to call NASA and the Air Force. It seems we have yet another 'accidental' launch.”
His cheeks burned scarlet as she walked away. After one last glance into the sky, he too turned away. Visions of the design specifications for the Kepler IV were already floating through his brain.
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Kim Possible watched as the miniature rocket approached, in seemingly slow motion. She felt her body backing away. Her clouded mind dredged up the memory of her last brush with death. Once again, she could feel the bullets ripping through her body. She wondered what it would feel like to be blow apart when the missile exploded? This time, there would be no miraculous reprieve. The Genetic Zipper was nothing more than useless metal and pipes. She felt no fear as the tiny warhead continued it's unwavering approach. The only thing she felt was regret, that she would never again hold the women she loved in her arms.
Even as she took another step back, her vision began to blur. No. Something was moving before her eyes. A large, cylindrical, object was flying through the air toward the missile. Her befuddled mind wondered how her scuba tank had learned to fly? Scant feet away from her, the missile and tank collided. She felt herself being thrown to the floor by the force of the explosion. As she descended into unconsciousness, she could have sworn she heard a voice.
It said. “You shall not harm my Master!”
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