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 33: Deceptions and Misconceptions.
Justine Flanner lived for two things. Satisfying her intellectual curiosity and competition. It was the former that led her to this place. Very rarely did she ever frequent any kind of fast food establishment. While she wasn't a food snob, she did believe in eating healthy. She shuddered in distaste as she walked through the dining area of Bueno Nacho. She could almost smell the Monosodium Glutamate in the air.
From across the room, Ron Stoppable was waving at her. She was intrigued by the message she received from him earlier. There wasn't much to it, just a simple request to meet him here. She couldn't help wondering what the man who saved the world wanted talk to her about. As she neared the booth, she could see he'd changed little in the last few months. This too was a thing of curiosity for her. How could a bumbling, accident prone, slacker like Ron Stoppable be the one who saved the world?
Ron grinned at her. “Glad you could make it. Have a seat.”
She slid into the booth opposite him. “Your message was lacking in information. Meeting you was the only way to find out what you wished to talk about.”
Ron grinned. He wasn't sure if she was complimenting him on luring her here, or chastising him. It had always been that way. Like the few times he spoke with her in the past, most everything she said went right over his head. He mentally shrugged it off. “The thing is Justine. I need some help...”
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(September 3rd 2007, 6:57 pm)
Kim sat alone in the living room. On the coffee table in front of her were spread out the things Wade had sent over. She could feel the events of the last few weeks catching up with her. So much had happened to her in that time. She wanted, more than anything, to spend a few days doing nothing but enjoying the pleasures of all her new lovers. That wasn't in the cards though. At least not until they were safe in a new lair. Something Wade was already working on. That wouldn't be for a few more days, at the very least.
She opened the folder that was sitting on the coffee table in front of her. As she read through it's contents, she sighed. There was so much she still had to do before she could get any rest and recreation. One was something that had been preying on her mind ever since Barry's almost death. She needed to find out what Drakken was hiding about Cee-Cee. Then there was the mind control chip. It should have been destroyed in this morning's attack like everything else. According to Yori, she hadn't been able to act of her own volition until it was removed. Finding out why was a priority. She didn't want to risk being the victim of another such attack. If she could find out why it survived, maybe Wade could design new equipment that was fully resistant.
Both of those things meant trips to see Drakken and Dr. Bortel. That brought to mind another of the problems which needed taking care of. Her equipment. What wasn't destroyed in the attack had been confiscated. She glanced over at the small pile of backup equipment on the table. It was just luck Wade had those few things laying around in his room at home. A few spare PDA sized Kimmunicator's, a couple tubes of laser lipstick, and a hair dryer grappling gun were just not going to be enough. She needed replacements for almost everything. Mostly she was missing her now dead Sloth.
She sighed as she closed the folder. A few things she couldn't do personally. Betty and Steve were already at work on getting Betty's job back. Their scheme had been quite a surprise to her. If it worked, nobody would ever know Betty belonged to her. In a way Shego had a part to play in that too. Mostly though, what her wife had to do was simple revenge for Wade.
It was the thing set squarely on her own plate that was her biggest concern. It was partly revenge for Wade too. It was also her own revenge. More so, it was justice for a person who couldn't have vengeance. Mostly it was correcting a wrong that should have been taken care of decades ago. Sadness filled her, as she contemplated the talk she would soon have to have with her father.
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Officer Lace stared in disbelief at the villain. He was staggering around in the middle of the sidewalk, in just a pair of boxers. The pictures of racing cars adorning his one item of clothing was bad enough, but his limp penis hanging out the front of them made it all the worse. She approached the, obviously drunk, man cautiously. It was to be her first arrest. She winced as she saw the man stagger into the side of a building, rebound, and shake his mullet covered head. He fell to the ground with a loud thud. A moment later, she was staring down into his dazed eyes.
She asked. “Can you understand me?”
His voice slurred. “Yeah. I hear ya Blondie.”
She sighed. “I'm placing you under arrest for indecent exposure.”
His eyes spun as he tried to focus on her. Just before he passed out, he managed to mumble. “Seriously?”
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Three men stood in the garbage strewn ally. Two were scanning the area, looking for any possible trouble. The third worked to open a locked door. With a tiny click, the door opened. The smallest man motioned for the others to enter. Once inside, they looked around the dimly lit store's backroom. Shelf after shelf were filled with boxes of plush toys.
Will Du nodded as he read the labels. “This is the place. Look around. We need to find the basement access.”
Crash Cranston and Burn Burman moved of in separate directions. Moments later, Cranston's voice came from Du's com unit. “Got it. There's a problem though. It looks like someone got here first.”
Soon all three men were examining the basement door. Part of it still hung from one hinge. The rest was shattered bits on the floor and steps. Darkness was all that could be seen from the lower floor.
Will frowned as he adjusted his Stop Watch to it's maximum setting. “Let's take it slow. We have no idea what is awaiting us down there.”
A few minutes later, their caution seemed to have been wasted. DNAmy's backup lab was little more than a large basement. It was an uninhabited by any living creature. Unfortunately, of dead creatures, there were two to be found. In a corner, Crash was puking noisily. Finding the pig headed man in multiple pieces had been too much for him to stomach. Will examined the few pieces of equipment remaining. Meanwhile Burn tried to figure out if what he was looking at had once been more man or chicken.
Crash spat as he regained his feet unsteadily. He made sure not to look at the mutilated corpse at his feet. “Whoever did this was just plain sadistic.”
Will could only agree with that assessment. “And purposeful. No sign at all of DNAmy. I'd be willing to guess these creatures died trying to protect her. Not to mention, whoever it was seems to have taken most of her equipment too.”
Burn averted his head as he shook a bloody feather off the sole of his boot. “No hero did this. It had to be another villain. Perhaps a rival of hers?”
Will's mind grasped at his teammates words. He thought back to an after action report he'd read. One of the GJ troopers assigned to guard the ruins of DNAmy's last lair mentioned he'd seen a flash of orange light. After which, most of her equipment turned up missing. That, in turn, reminded him of something he'd seen. When the Possibles arrived for the party at DNAmy's home, there had also been a similar flash.
Then there was the report filed by Commander Viceroy just before his arrest. It told of horrific things perpetrated by Kim Possible on her own cousin. Pieces began to click into place in his mind. It was obvious. She had shown both an interest in DNAmy's work and was evil enough to do what had been done here. That left only one question in his mind. Was the missing geneticist still alive or was her blood also on the hands of Kim Possible?
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The technician gave a negative shake of his head. “I'm sorry Agent Tatt. As I explained earlier, my firm has a preexisting contract with Team Stoppable. Repairs on their systems take priority.”
Tatt glared at the man. “Look. My people need more than portable lights to work down there. The elevator still isn't working. Your people have been in and out all day. I saw them bring in the new power supply myself.”
The tech drew himself up to his full height. He looked up at Tatt. “Yes they did. Most of that time was spent assessing the damage, which I understand you caused. The damage is simply too extensive to repair in one day. Tomorrow, when we're done with the tower, is the soonest we can get to it.”
Tatt gave a resigned sigh as the tech walked away. He looked around the underground parking area. Scores of crates were piled everywhere. Until power was restored in the former lair, there was no easy way of getting all of it to the lower levels. He really wanted to get this job over with. For a moment, he considered calling his superior. That thought was instantly discarded. She'd made it abundantly clear she was not to be disturbed for anything short of a real emergency. He shrugged and began the long walk up the ramp to the surface. It looked like they would just have to wait until tomorrow to finish the job.
At the top of the ramp he checked his electronic memo pad. All the technicians were signed out. A frown crossed his face as he looked at the multiple cables running from the portable generators. They snaked past his feet and down into the lair. He didn't like not being able to seal the complex for the night. With yet another frustrated shrug, he began to assign guards to the two points of entry. The last thing he did before turning the problem over to the guards, was to personally shut down all the generators.
Deep beneath his feet everything went dark. The lid of a crate popped open. Eyes peered out into the darkness. Seeing no sign of activity, Wade Load clicked on a flashlight. He climbed out of the crate. Reaching back inside, he pulled out a large case. Things were going exactly to plan so far. A sigh escaped him as he silently wished the rest of his life could do the same. Even as he made his way down the dark hallway, his mind returned to his girlfriend's startling news.
He entered the teleporter room. As he hoped everything was untouched. Nobody from Global Justice wanted to mess with the one still functioning piece of equipment. Not until their scientists were sure it wasn't dangerous that is. Until now, Wade scoffed at danger. Things had changed though. He now had to think of the woman he loved and the child she carried.
With deft movements, he opened his case and began setting out the tools and spare parts he needed. He was in a hurry to get the teleporter functioning properly again. It was the major part of his plan. He foresaw a lot of work ahead of him. He wanted to get it done as quickly as possible.
He opened a panel on the side of the machine. With quick, sure, movements he began his task. Just as in his life, he was swapping out the old for the new. His parent's reaction to the news of Monique's condition saw to it there was only one course left.
He sat down his tools. A diagnostic showed the teleporter in full working condition. If only everything were so easy to fix. Life, unfortunately, didn't have a reset button. You only got the one chance. Wade planned to make the most of that chance. The sacrifices would be worth it.
Inputting the proper coordinates, He pressed the activation button. Light flashed. Two worker bots and a crate appeared. The bots immediately began their programed tasks. Wade hefted the teleporter's remote activator. The first part of the plan was complete. Now it was on to the next. In a flash, he and the crate disappeared.
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The sound of a door opening caused Kim to look up. She saw Shego appear in the hallway. If she remembered correctly, the door was the one to the garage. She watched as her wife strode toward her with a large smile on her face. She raised an eyebrow. “I only know of three things that could make you smile like that. Good sex, a good fight, or a well executed theft. Which is it?”
Shego laughed as she flopped down beside Kim. “None of the above. Though what we did earlier with your mom and dad would certainly qualify as great sex. I have some good news.”
Kim snuggled close to her. “What's that?”
Shego gave her a peck on the nose. “We got ourselves a ride. Turns out your brothers tricked out Anne's station wagon.”
Kim's eyes widened. “You mean?”
Shego grinned. “Yeah. It flies. It doesn't have all the bells and whistles your Sloth had though.”
A grin spread across Kim's face. “That's OK. Better than having to drive.”
Shego nodded. “You bet. Now when you are going to visit Dr. D. tomorrow, I can fly it to...”
Kim poked her in the ribs. “Nice try sweetie!”
Shego rubbed her side. “Kimmie. I really think I should...”
Kim shook her head. “You know I have to do it.”
Shego wrapped her arms around the woman she loved. “I know dammit. I just wish...” She let out a sigh. “Anyway. Did you talk to your dad yet?”
Kim glanced at the folder on the table. “No. I'm going to wait until after dinner.”
Shego's face lit up. “Speaking of dinner. I wonder when it will be? I'm starving.”
A mischievous smile appeared on Kim's face. “Is that so? Well... If you really want to eat something...”
Shego smirked. “Pervert.”
Kim chuckled as her hands began to roam over Shego's body. “Takes one to know one!”
The clicking of heels caused the two women to jump apart. A voice from behind them said. “Master. It is time for dinner.”
Shego turned to see Yori standing in the large doorway. She began to turn back to Kim. She wanted to see her wife's reaction to the outfit Vivian picked out. Kim, however, was no longer siting beside her. Instead, she was laying on the floor. Her hands were wrapped around her sides as she tried her hardest not to laugh. This, in turn, caused her to also begin laughing.
Yori stared at her master and her master's wife. It was odd that they were acting in such a manner. She looked down at herself. She didn't understand why they would find the attire of a domestic servant so funny. She shrugged and turned in her three inch black heels. She began walking back to the dining room, her black fishnet stockings making a swishing sound. She straightened the small white apron attached to her, very short and frilly, black dress.
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(September 3rd 2007, 8:43 pm)
The rooftop dining area of the restaurant was almost empty. Only two people were there to enjoy the view of Upperton's lighted skyline. Candida turned her eyes from the sight. She looked over at the man across the table. In her eyes, his smile was just a breathtaking. “Oh Steve. I'm so glad you were able to escape.”
Steve Barkin took in her beauty. He wished his work and his love life could have collided another time. If things were different, he could imagine how the night would turn out. Next time, it would for sure. “Me too. It was a pretty close thing...”
Her eyes narrowed. “Steve! Don't forget our agreement!”
He chuckled. “I didn't. I wasn't going to go into any details.”
She let out a breath. “Just remember, what I don't know won't hurt you.”
He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I was just going to say, I'm glad your people jumped the gun like they did.”
Curiosity at his odd comment ate at her. She couldn't help asking. “What do you mean?”
His smile widened slightly. “I mean if your guy Viceroy hadn't attacked when he did, I'd be staring at a prison wall instead of your lovely self.”
Candida was confused. What he was saying was making less and less sense. “Steve, they almost got you...”
He shook his head. “No. We had plenty of time to escape. I'd be willing to bet my shirt your boss lady is still pissed about that.”
She wondered if there had been something in her drink. She was more confused than ever. “You mean Director? But she...”
Steve let his smile fade. “She's a conniving and sneaky bitch. I'm glad her plan was wrecked.”
Candida let her hand slip out of his. “Her plan?”
Steve nodded. “Yeah. I'm sure she had plenty to say about it when she got back. In fact, I was surprised you were able to get away tonight. I figured she'd still be chewing everyone at GJ out.”
She grabbed up her wine glass and drained it. “I don't know what you are taking about. I saw the video. She's gone rogue and joined up with your boss.”
It was his turn to become wide eyed. “If only! We caught her out before she could finish weaseling her way into Kim's confidence.” He gave her a sidelong look. “But you know that. There's no way she wouldn't let everyone of you know how badly they screwed her plan up.”
She took in the hurt look on his face. Her heart felt like it was climbing her throat. “Steve. Please believe me. I have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't see or heard from Betty Director since before the whole ninja thing.”
Steve gasped loudly. “Shit..!”
Concern crossed her features. “What?”
Steve shook his head violently. “Let me think!”
She watched as he jammed his chin down on a fist. The look in his eyes began to worry her a lot.
His eyes closed and he took a couple very deep breaths. When he opened them again, he seemed calm. “I'm gonna be in trouble for saying this. We were sure you found her by now. It seems obvious by your reaction, you haven't.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he went on. “We detected the the plane carrying the bomb long before it arrived. Kim had already figured out by then what Betty Director was up to. We got out in plenty of time. Kim decided to stuff your boss into a prototype cryo-chamber. That's why Kim was still in the lair when the attack happened. She was leaving clues for you guys to find the chamber.”
Candida looked at him in shock. “You mean she's still..?”
He nodded. “Look, Candy. I'll tell you where it is, but you have to promise me Kim will never find out you got the information from me.” He gave a fearful shudder. “If she does...”
She could feel her heart melting. “Stevie... You know I'd never do anything that would hurt you.”
He kept his real feelings off his face as he told her about a certain abandoned warehouse in Lowerton.
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