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 36: Lies.
Junior lay in his bed staring up at his father. His voice was a miserable whine. “But Papi!”
Señor Senior Senior thumped his cane on the floor. “No buts Junior! This trip is very important to Bonita. The doctor has made it quite clear, your... Ahem... Condition would only be aggravated by travel. Therefore, you will remain here.”
The young man watched his father leave the bedroom. He didn't understand what all the fuss was about. True, the doctor said no sex, but he didn't understand why he couldn't go with his wife and father to Middleton. He lifted the covers and looked quizzically at the small scratch just behind the head of his dick. It no longer even needed a bandage.
Up on the roof, Señor Senior Senior climbed into his helicopter. Bonnie watched as he strapped himself in beside her. She could see the discouraged look on his face. “Let me guess. He threw a fit?”
He let out a sigh. “I dearly love my son, but sometimes I wish he would act in a more mature and evil manner.”
She reached over and patted his shoulder as he lifted the copter into the air. “He has his moments. They're few and far between, but he has them.”
Senior maneuvered the controls until they were on the proper course. “That is true. He has shown some improvement thanks to you. Indeed, you are quite the treasure.”
Bonnie grinned at the compliment. She chided him jokingly. “Pops! You old flatterer. Be careful, you could turn a girls head with talk like that.”
He gave her a wry grin. “Ah, but that is what flattery is for my dear. It is an art form that, I am sad to say, is lacking in this day and age.”
She mulled that over in her head. If there was anything she understood well, it was flattery. She'd used it many times to get what she wanted. It was a skill she was quite adept at. “I know what you mean.” She shifted slightly in her seat to take a bit of pressure off her tail. “There's something I've been meaning to ask. I'm not usually one to pry but...”
Senior shifted his gaze to her inquiringly. He found this turn of conversation intriguing. He knew for a fact that the woman beside him loved to pry, especially into things of a social nature. “I find it rarely hurts to ask. Do tell me, what is it you wish to know?”
She sat silently for a moment before speaking. “I was wondering... Is there a special someone in your life?”
Señor Senior Senior felt himself caught off guard by the question. Especially since he'd been giving some thought in that direction. He fiddled with the aircraft's controls for a moment in order to have some time to think. “I am afraid I have not been involved in a relationship since the passing of my late wife. However, I recently have found myself becoming enamored of a certain lady.”
Bonnie was a bit stunned by this revelation. She knew the mans wife had died giving birth to Junior. To her, that seemed much too long a time to be without companionship. “Who is she?”
Senior chuckled. “I am afraid I must keep that to myself for now. Among other things, I do not know if she might return my feelings. As a gentlemen I must be circumspect in such matters.”
She grinned as his old fashioned notion. “Well, if you want to find out how she feels, you should take her dancing. Don't tell junior, but I think you are a very good dancer. Your lady friend would be really impressed.”
A grin touched his lips. “My dear Bonita, that is indeed an excellent suggestion. Which reminds me. I know of a small club in Upperton where they have dancing. Perhaps once our business is complete, you might accompany me?”
Thoughts of the reason for her going to Middleton dampened her spirits a little. “You know Pops. I think that might be just what I need.”
Senior shook his head slightly. “My dear. Though the appellation is endearing, I find I would much prefer it if, in private, you called me by my name.”
Bonnie's eyes widened and her large furry ears twitched in surprise. There was a slight flutter in her stomach. The first time she met the man, he made it clear he preferred people not address him by his first name. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yes indeed.”
She smiled. “Alright. I can do that... Ricardo.”
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Justine Flanner frowned as she stepped aside to let a technician pass her. For the last hour, she'd been going through Team Stoppable's headquarters. Most of the building's systems were restored. It was promised the rest would be finished by the end of the day. A glance at her electronic notepad told her the next room she wanted to see was just down this hall. So far, her inventory of Team Stoppable's assets was disappointing, but not unexpected. Ron was right about needing her help.
She stepped into the room that was supposed to be the armory. Just like everything else she'd seen, everything in the room was regulation police issue. Their sponsors seemed to be under the impression it was what they used to fight common criminals, would also work for villains. She was also seeing a pattern. One of a limited budget, and petty rivalry. As with everything else, there were three of everything in the room. Markings on the bullet proof vests showed one of each were from one of the three cities sponsoring them.
As she stepped back out into the hall, she made a note on her pad to have all of the guns she found immediately removed. The moment she agreed to join Team Stoppable, she'd read over, and memorized, the copy of the Pact she was given. Apparently, nobody informed their sponsors of the restriction on that type of weapon. She could understand they meant well, but her work was definitely cut out for her.
The final area on her list, was also the first to surprise her. The garage contained police vehicles. That wasn't surprising since she'd started her tour with the hanger, which contained three helicopters, that nobody on the team knew how to fly. The surprising part was, instead of three, there were six. Each city had obviously gone all out in this one area. Upperton providing an Armored Personnel Carrier and a cruiser. Middleton, a surveillance van and a cruiser. And lastly Lowerton, two matched motorcycles.
She started her examination of the vehicles, starting with the APC. She had an idea about how to utilize it's potential. As she was checking out it's bulky armor plating, she heard the rattling of the main garage door. The afternoon sunlight flooded in. She saw her fellow Team Stoppable member, Jocelyn Possible. The girl entered the garage with a distracted air. She was wearing a pair of well used coveralls over her tall, slender, frame. Justine watched the girl grab up an tool kit and return the way she came. Deciding it was time to get to know the girl better, she followed.
Outside, she saw the first sign of super science since entering the tower. She stared at the robot. It was a masterpiece of engineering. From the joint structure, she could tell it had transformational capabilities. It's head turned at her approach. She could almost feel it's AI appraising her through it's glowing red optical sensors. Her feet stopped next to the open tool kit on the ground. The robot's underside panel was open and Joss was laying on the ground inspecting the interior.
She watched as the teenager went through a diagnostic routine. Guilt flooded her mind. When she was first introduced to her by Ron, she obviously made a large mistake in judgment. Justine could see Joss was more intelligent than she'd given her credit for. She remembered the last time she'd made the mistake of underestimating someones capabilities. That person had also been a Possible.
She was startled by an exclamation by Joss. “Consarn it!”
Joss lowered her head out of the panel and looked at Justine. “Ya mind handin' me that there molecular analysis probe?”
Justine reached into the kit and removed the device. As she handed it to Joss, she decided it was high time she started applying her mind to more social endeavors. “That's a beautiful horse. What is his name?”
Joss adjusted the settings on the probe. “Name's Spitfire.”
The robot gave out an almost real whinny and nodded it's head at her.
Justine could only smile. Delighted on both a technical and more primal level. “May I inquire what is wrong with him?”
Joss pulled herself out from under the horse. She sat up, and let her shoulders sag. “That right there is a durn good question. Ain't nothing wrong. That's the whole problem.”
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Deep in a Florida swamp, the sound of a gunshot caused a flock of birds to take flight.
Kim Possible stepped to a window and tossed a, still smoking, pistol out. She watched it drop into the mire below. Turning, she looked at Yori, who was clutching her leg with a pained expression on her face. Kim dropped to her knees and began wrapping the bullet wound with bandages that were already at the ready. “I'm sorry...”
Yori winced as Kim tied the bandage tightly. “Master. You have no need to apologize to me. I will gladly suffer for your needs.”
A few hours later, Kim pulled the station wagon into the multi-car garage. She waited until the automatic door was completely closed before she cleared the car's windows. The door leading into the house opened as she shut off the engine. Her father stepped into the garage with a concerned look on his face. He was followed by Anne, who carried a black medical bag, then Vivian and the twins.
Kim helped the two women extract Yori from the car. As the doctor and robotic scientist carried Yori into the house, Kim turned to her father and brothers. “I wish there could have been another way. She took us by surprise. There was no way we could have known she had a gun.”
James stared at the bloody bandage on the young Japanese girl's leg. It brought home the reality of his mother's uncaring desperation. Kim's call, telling them of what happened, had not quite sunk in until now.
Kim stepped to him. She reached out and touched his arm. “I had to stop her. She didn't give me a choice. She wouldn't listen when I told her we were only there to take her in to the authorities. Her next shot might of...”
He slumped slightly. She could feel the tension in him. She wrapped her arms around her father and hugged him, while the boys reached out and hugged them both.
James remembered the day it all started. Just like his mother killed to save him, Kim did the same to save herself and Yori. There was a major difference though. Kim had the guts to tell him the truth.
Kim released her hold on her father. She looked into his eyes. For just a moment, she didn't recognize him. Then she understood. Gone was that hint of worry and sadness he carried for so many years. “It's OK now. It's over and done. We can move on with our lives.”
He smiled at her ability to put the horrors of the past behind her and think so easily of the future. He knew he could only do the same. “You're right Kimmie-Cub. It's time to move on.”
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Betty Director sat at her desk awaiting her last appointment of the day. She was greatly relieved the pain pills were finally kicking in. It had been difficult resisting the urge to take the day off. In point of fact, most everyone she'd encountered all day suggested she do just that. Apparently she looked even worse than she felt. There were two reasons she didn't. Firstly, Kim needed all the intelligence she could get. Secondly, Kim insisted Betty act as she always did in the past. For Betty, that meant she would work through even the most extreme of discomfort.
A chime from her intercom signaled her next appointment was arriving. Will Du entered the office with an air of confidence. It was something he'd never been lacking in. She noted there were other changes in him. Most noticeable was the physical. He'd put on muscle since she last saw him. Less apparent, was a subtle change in his demeanor. It was as if the stick up his butt had shrunk to something more compatible with normal social interaction. She knew it had to be his teammates, Crash and Burn, rubbing off on him.
Unlike in his days as her number one agent, he immediately took the chair across from her desk. Before, he always stood at attention to give his reports. The first words out of his mouth also reflected a change in him. “Dr. Director, you look like hell.”
She fought not to roll her eyes at the comment. Maybe she should have taken a day off if this was going to be everyone's reaction. “So I have been told. You are looking well. How is life with Team Impossible treating you?”
It was almost impossible to miss the pride in his voice. “Things are going quite well. The men are shaping up nicely.”
She wondered if he had any clue how much the other members of Team impossible could say the same of him. “That's good. I understand there was some problem with your raid on DNAmy's hideout?”
His eyes glazed slightly as he handed her a data disk. The memory wasn't a pleasant one. “There was. It's all there in my report. I also included my reasons for believing Kim Possible may have been behind what we found.”
Betty was intrigued by that bit of information. She knew for a fact Kim didn't even know about any of it yet. “I see. I will go over it immediately then.”
Will cleared his throat. “There's something I must say. I find it appalling and nonsensical that Commander Viceroy would go behind your back and attempt such a foolhardy attack. I understand he was acting on false information, but that's still no excuse for his actions.”
She gave him a slight nod. “I agree. It is my belief he was acting under the undue influence of Miss Freedom. I am also partly to blame. Had I confided in him, things might have gone much differently.”
Will gave a solid negative shake of his head. “I disagree. From everything I read in your report, you acted appropriately. Informing too many people of your plan to infiltrate Kim Possible's organization might have caused even worse repercussions.”
Betty smiled. “Thank you Will. I'm just glad to have people like you and your sister around who I can trust.”
Will returned her smile. “About my sister. I'm glad you chose to confide in her. She's always been a bit of a brat, but she is competent.”
Betty tucked the disk into her briefcase. “Yes she is. I'm sorry to cut our conversation short, but I think I should be getting home. My reserves are about shot.”
He stood. “I understand. You really must learn not to push yourself so hard.”
She also stood. “Maybe someday I will. Thank you again for your time Will.”
After he left, she punched a button on the intercom. The voice of her administrative assistant asked. “Ma'am?”
She let the inner weariness she felt fill her voice. “I'm leaving for the day. Commander Du will be on call. Contact her in case anything comes up.”
The voice came back, tinged with concern. “Very well. I hope you are feeling better soon.”
Betty gathered her things and made her way to the tube transport room. As much as she'd like to get some rest, she still had two more things to do. She stepped into the most recently installed tube and braced herself as best she could. The first task was one she'd come close to arguing with her mistress over. As she plummeted through the tube, she remembered how adamant Kim was about it. Betty believed it was pushing things. She understood it was a part of Kim's greater plan. What she didn't understand was how it could be helpful to give Ron Stoppable more reasons to hate her.
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The doorbell rang. Vivian pushed her chair back from the dining room table. “I've got it.”
As Vivian left the room, Shego opened her mouth to speak, but Kim shook her head. “Wait til she gets back. There's no sense having to tell it twice.”
James looked down the table at his daughter. “Kimmie, I understand this is important. But do you really think Viv, the boys, and I should be here?”
Kim gave him a nod. “Yeah I do. I'll explain everything after we're done.”
Vivian's voice came from the living room. “A little help here!?”
James looked over at his sons. “Boys?”
Jim and Tim raced out of the room. Seconds later, all three returned. Each was laden with multiple pizza boxes. Dinner was soon served.
Shego looked inquiringly at Kim, who in return nodded.
Looking at the people eating, Shego decided to leave out a few details of what they'd found at Drakken's lair. “That's when I called Barry and had him teleport to the lair. He and Steve are staying up there to help Albert take care of the cleanup.”
Betty took a bite from a slice of pepperoni pizza. “That is almost exactly the same as the report I got from Will Du about DNAmy's lab. Of course there was nobody left there to describe who did it. Will put two and two together and somehow got five. He thinks Kim is the one who did it.”
Kim looped a string of cheese into her mouth. “I'm not really surprised. He's always thought the worst of me.”
Anne wiped a dab of sauce from her lips. “So there's another Cee-Cee?”
Kim nodded. “At least one. This is beginning to remind me of the times I went up against the Bee-Bee's.”
Betty nodded her head at Kim. “You may be more right than you think. The Bee-Bee's we had in storage at GJ headquarters are missing. The scientist who was studying and rebuilding them is on leave. Nobody noticed until they began moving all the villain related materials to the new storage complex.”
Shego almost growled. “It still pisses me off. Our lair being turned into a warehouse. I bet Wade's even madder about it.”
Betty grinned. “He is. But no more than he was about the attack itself.” She paused. They had agreed not to mention Miss Freedom or the attack any more than necessary. “He did ask if you had taken care of that little problem.”
Shego gave her a evil smile. “Oh yeah. Took care of that yesterday. I'll owe someone a favor, but it will be done quite soon.”
Betty decided not to press the matter. “I've got people going through the security videos. They will find out how the Bee-Bees managed to go missing.”
Kim took another bite of pizza. “I knew there was something about Cee-Cee Drakken wasn't telling us. My guess is she was really an upgraded Bee-Bee.”
Shego let out a ladylike belch. “Albert didn't know anything more about her. As far as he knew, Dr. D. just showed up one morning with her.”
Kim frowned at her wife's table manners. “The question is, who upgraded them if it wasn't Drakken, and why are they using them to kidnap and kill people?”
As the resident robotic expert, Vivian decided to speak up. “There is a very short list of people capable of the kind of work you're talking about. There's myself, Slim, Dr. Freeman, Wade Load, Dr. Drakken and Prof. Aso. I can't think of anyone else skilled enough to build or repair a complex cybernetic brain, or who has worked on humanoid robots.”
Kim's brows knit. “I think we can rule out most of them. I don't know the last one though.”
Betty smiled. “He works for GJ. He was the one who was working on them before they were stolen. I checked. He is too busy soaking up the sun in Tahiti to be involved.”
James coughed hesitantly. “Umm Viv... What about Fen?”
Vivian laughed. “I left him off the list for a reason. On his own, there's no way he could have done that kind of work.”
Kim eyed another piece of pizza, but decided against it. “OK, we'll just have to keep our eyes open.” She turned to Betty. “You mentioned there was another scientist that's gone missing?”
Betty reached for another piece of pizza. It seemed to disappear right before she touched it. Moments later, she saw Yori savoring a bite of it. She rolled her eyes. “Yes. You can cancel your trip to visit Dr. Bortel tomorrow. He has disappeared. I don't know if it is the same as the others though. None of the GJ guards assigned to him are hurt or missing. He is just gone.”
Anne huffed. “Darn, I was looking forward to that trip.”
Kim and Shego both smiled. They knew why. They'd all hoped to get in some sky diving on the way.
Giving in to temptation, Kim grabbed another piece of pizza. “That may be our fault. We did put a big scare into him on our last visit. That's just one more thing to worry about. Was there anything else?”
Everyone sat looking at each other for a moment. When nobody spoke, Betty reached down beneath her chair and grabbed a small bag. She sat it on the table in front of Kim.
Kim glanced at the bag, then at her Kimmunicator. It's clock read 7:56 pm. She opened the bag and began passing out the items inside to everyone in the room. She then nodded to Betty.
Betty spoke. “Wade called me earlier today. He told me he had a surprise and an announcement to make. If everyone would put those on. We'll find out what he is up to at exactly 8:00 pm.”
Kim watched as everyone slid rings onto their fingers. “Dad. I said before I'd tell you why you were included.” She paused to collect her thoughts. “You heard about whats happening. I don't know if it's all related or not, but things are getting dangerous. I know you want to give the Tweebs a normal life, but I'm worried. I don't think it's going to be safe for you guys to live here unprotected.”
James frowned. “Kim. You know I can't just give up my position.”
Kim smiled. “I'm not asking you to. Nor am I asking Vivian to give up her job, or the Tweebs their school. I simply think it would be safer for you all to move into our new lair. You'll be able to keep this house for appearances.”
James looked around the table. There were no smiles. It wasn't a joke. “Kim. What aren't you telling us?”
Kim sighed. “I'll try to explain. I have a plan. It's big. In order to pull it off, I'm going to be putting dangerous things in motion. You see it's...”
A chime sounded from the clock in the living room. Everything went dark.
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A/N: As many have before, and I hope more will also do in the future. I dedicate this chapter to the late Ricardo Montalban. I found it fitting that Señor Senior Senior should share his name in my story. Not only did he give the character a voice, but also a soul.
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