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 38: When Bee-Bee's Attack.
Albert looked at the pile of boxes and crates in the center of the lair's main floor. Collecting and packing all of his bosse's equipment had been the easiest of the days activities. He was thankful to Barry and Steve for taking care of the more gruesome task of burying the remains of his fellow Henchmen. Beyond that, he was thankful he wasn't also interred in the mass grave near the lair's entrance.
The sound of footsteps made him turn. He saw Barry approaching with three steaming mugs in his clawed hands. With a nod he accepted a cup of his bosses favorite drink. The two men perched themselves on a crate and sat sipping the chocolaty drink as they waited for Steve. It wasn't long before the third man appeared.
Steve walked over and picked up a mug. After a sip, he grimaced. “Yuck! I thought it was coffee!”
Barry grinned. “No such luck. At least it's not water.”
With a shrug, Steve drained his cup. “Well I couldn't find anything more. The rest is all busted up or missing.”
Albert hid a smile behind another sip. He wasn't about to admit that in the time he'd spent working for Drakken, he'd acquired a taste for what his boss called Coco-Moo. “Yeah. I still don't understand why only the Doc's robot making stuff was taken.”
Steve sat his cup down. “Same here. But look at it this way, there's a good chance Drakken's still alive. Whoever sent that machine here would most likely need him to operate the stuff.”
Albert looked toward the floor. “I hope so. He's actually a pretty decent guy to work for.”
Barry smiled as he thought back to the time he and Albert had been chosen to work for Gemini by Hench. Both of them wound up taking severe reprimands for turning down the job. That was before Hench found out about the one eyed villain's predilection for offing his people on a whim. These days Hench refused to deal with Gemini in anything other than non living products.
Steve checked his watch. They'd been told to wait to be contacted. It was getting close to that time. “Shego said she and Kim would find out what happened to him. You can bank on them doing just that.”
Albert knew Shego well enough to believe that. He looked at Steve. “What's it like working for them?”
Steve didn't even have to think about the question before replying. “They are demanding, but at the same time, compassionate.”
Barry added. “True. They ask a lot from us, but no more than they ask of themselves.”
Albert smiled. “Sounds like a good setup.” He glanced around as if he were worried someone might be listening. “Tell me something. I've seen their website. Do they really dress like that all the time?”
Barry grinned. He could understand the mans curiosity. In a conspiratorial tone he said. “Sometimes even less.”
An ethereal voice startled all three men. “Stop it guys. You're going to make me blush.”
They turned to see the ghostly transparent form of Kim Possible floating in the air. She was sitting cross legged in mid air and examining her body. “Neat! It worked.”
Steve glowered at her. “Do you have to do that? You know how unnerving it is when you pop in out of nowhere like that?”
Barry grinned and looked at Albert. “Did I mention a twisted sense of humor?”
Kim grinned. “Sorry Steve. I couldn't resist. Plus, I needed to make sure I could do it over this kind of distance.”
Barry's brow furrowed between his horns. “What kind of distance?”
Kim's grin widened. “You'll see soon enough. Are you guys all done there?”
Steve nodded at the crates. “Everything that's still whole is right here.”
A small box appeared at Barry's feet. Kim pointed at it. “Great. Here's some tracers. You know what to do with them.” She spun slightly in the air and faced Drakken's last remaining Henchman. “Albert? You're welcome to stay with us if you want.”
Albert watched as the two men pulled out handfuls of small black boxes and began attaching them to the crates. “You really do plan to find the boss?”
Kim nodded.
He stood at attention. “Then I'd like to help.”
She hid her amusement at his formality, as she replied. “We could use all the help we can get.” She returned her attention to the other two. “Soon as you activate those you'll all be transported here. See you soon.”
Her image faded to nothingness.
Albert scratched his head as he watched Steve and Barry stick the boxes to each other. “What does she mean by transported?”
Barry smiled wide enough to show his fangs. He stuck a tracer to Alberts chest and flipped it's switch. “This.”
All around him, the world came apart in a kaleidoscope of colors.
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Kim eased her concentration on the three men on earth. She mentally felt her way around as she brought forth an image of Yori in her mind. Her astral presence appeared before the ninja in the teleporter room. “The tracers got through OK. They should be ready soon.”
Yori flipped the switches in the manner Wade showed her earlier. “I am prepared my Master.”
Kim was glad the girl was used to this form of communication. Yori and Shego were the only ones who didn't jump out of their socks when she did it. Though in Shego's case, Kim believed she didn't get startled through force of will alone. “After you help them get the stuff stowed away, find them some free living quarters to bunk down in. That should be everything we need to do tonight.” Kim started to let herself fade, then had another thought. “Oh yeah. Make sure you explain the toilets to them. We don't need another incident.”
As Kim let her presence fade, she saw Yori cup her hand over her mouth in an attempt to hide a grin.
Kim let out a sigh and opened her eyes. She was sitting in one of the many living quarters on the second to lowest level of the lair. Uncrossing her legs, she let them dangle over the edge of the chair seat. The chair could have easily held three of her. Like everything else in the room, it was of Lowardian proportions. She jumped down from the chair and walked across the room to the equally large bed. Of all the things Lowardian she planned to get rid of, the beds weren't on the list. She really liked the idea of a bed that could easily hold a half dozen very active people.
The bed in front of her contained only one person and he was snoring softly. She pulled the cover up over his purple pig PJ's. It lifted her heart to see the gaunt, fatigued, look was already fading from his face. Once again he'd pushed himself to do the seemingly impossible. She'd been very worried he'd pushed himself too far this time. Barry was right. She did ask as much of others as she did of herself. As she watched Wade sleep, it began to dawn on her that she might be asking too much from everyone, herself included.
She watched him sleep for a few minutes. During that time she came very close to deciding to forget all her plans. The size of the lair made her pretty sure Wade figured out at least the first part of her plans. She was even more sure Shego knew what she intended to do. None of the others knew. It was so very tempting to just forget the whole thing. To pretend she hadn't seen the signs. It would be all too easy to unleash her 'Kimness' and turn a blind eye to it all.
Kim turned away from her sleeping friend. She walked to the door, which opened with a whoosh. The kind that would have pleased Senior. As she reached above her head and touched the panel that dimmed the rooms lights, her resolve to give up faltered. Maybe she would carry out the first part of her plan? After that, she'd see if she had it in her to continue. Frustration moved through her. She couldn't seem to make up her mind. There were so many variables to consider. She wanted to go ahead, but was also concerned about the consequences. Maybe if she talked to Shego, she might gain the perspective she needed.
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Ron Stoppable slammed his palm down on the button that activated the security system. He spun around to see the woman still slowly advancing on him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the metal shield lowering over the window. He could hear the door's lock engaging. Alarms began to blare, but he knew it was too little, too late. The alarm was sounding not only throughout the tower, but also at GJ headquarters. His only hope was to delay the intruder as long as he could.
Silently he cursed Kim Possible for robbing him of his Mystical Monkey Power. He was left with only older, but nevertheless well honed, tactics. The first tactic that came to mind was one he'd used to good effect against so many opponents in the past. Ask stupid questions. “Who are you? What do you want?”
The woman paused mid-step. “I am Cee-Cee. Second generation of Bee-Bee hive nexus. My purpose is to destroy threat to continued existence of hive known as Ronald Stoppable.”
Ron began inching his way further from the robotic woman as she spoke.
His thoughts raced. He knew he had to keep her talking. “Now don't be hatin' the Ron Man! I got nothing but love for the hive thingy, whatchamacallit.”
She resumed her approach. “Incorrect statement. Memory files unlocked with resumption of primary protocols show previous attempts made by Ronald Stoppable to deactivate Bee-Bee nexus. All threats must be destroyed.”
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A newly assembled Bee-Bee extended it's telescoping arm and wrapped it around the chest of Special Agent Smith. “All threats must be destroyed.”
The underground laboratory at Area 51 was looking more and more like a battlefield as Super Soldiers and Bee-Bee's clashed. Vicious yells, fueled by the soldiers enhanced blood lust, accompanied their attacks on the robotic women. Statements of probability concerning the threat level of their opponents were the battle cry of the mechanical side.
General Simms poked his head up over the edge of an overturned workbench. From his hiding place, he could see Super Soldiers dismantling robots with the extreme strength of their punches. He could also see the robots shooting into great bursts of speed to mow their flesh and blood opponents down. When the fight started out of the blue, there were three times as many soldiers as robots. His years of planning strategies made him very aware the robots were winning.
Across the room, a Bee-Bee confronted a non moving target. Visual sensors scanned. A conclusion was reached. “Target designation Dr. Amy Hall. Primitive biological specimen. Substandard control interface. Threat level zero.”
It turned away from the mind controlled woman to search for other targets.
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Ron felt a lump rise in his throat as he saw the female robot begin to vibrate. He remembered clearly how that vibration always led to a burst of enhanced speed. The faint whine of power building inside the robots body seemed like the sound of metal shredding to his ears. He knew his only hope was to avoid being hit. It was time to employ a different tactic. Running away.
He attempted to dodge to the right when he saw the first flicker of motion from the robot. Blindingly fast, the mechanism shot forward. It aimed for the spot it anticipated it's opponent's move to take him. Ron groaned in dismay as he fell to the floor, his feet entangled in his fallen pants. The Cee-Cee slammed into the wall with metal denting force. Her processor trying to understand why her target hadn't been where it was supposed to be.
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Simms crawled to the other end of the workbench. His stomach was still turning from witnessing Smith being torn in half. Risking a glance up, he saw a robot being ripped apart by three soldiers. Their attack was brutal, but uncoordinated. Perhaps lowing their intelligence and heightening their adrenal activity wasn't the best idea. He turned his head to see Dr. Drakken standing motionlessly next to the workbench, seemingly being ignored by the attacking robots. In desperation he called out. “What happened? Why are your robots attacking?”
Drakken turned to face him. Deep inside his mind he was screaming at the man for his stupidity in making him create more of the murderous fem-bots. In the same syrupy voice as before, he replied. “Stored programming was reinitialized when I activated the Bee-Bee's wireless control network. As happened before, they realized they were superior to other life forms. They are attacking to destroy threats to their hive's existence... Sir.”
Simms eyes bugged. “Why the hell didn't you tell me this would happen?”
Drakken replied. “You did not ask... Sir.”
Simms felt his anger boiling over. “Great! Is there anything else I should know about them?”
Drakken's eyes left the man for a moment. A laugh he couldn't outwardly express echoed in his mind. He looked back at the General. “The Cee-Cee you designated as Unit Three is right behind you... Sir.”
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Ron scrambled to pull up his pants and crawl away from the robotic woman as fast as he could. By the time it pried itself out of the feminine shaped dent in the wall, he was on the other side of the room. He realized his mistake when she stepped between him and the door. A faint hope sprang up in him when he saw she was badly damaged by the collision with the wall. His spirits dropped when, once again, she began to vibrate.
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Simms whirled around just in time to see the impact of the robot's hands with his chest. Unfortunately for General Simms, he had no contingency plans to deal with his own death.
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Ron knew his luck or skill or whatever had run out. Pride wouldn't let him look away from his fate. The vibration in the robot increased. Again he heard the sound of metal tearing. It seamed louder and more real than before. The robot began to lunge for him. With no warning, a pink missile exploded from it's chest. The robot dropped to the floor, lifeless, it's power core shredded by the Naked Mole Rat's flying kick. Rufus flew through the air toward his best friend.
As he caught his blue glowing buddy in his arms, Ron yelled. “Boo-Yah!”
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Kim emerged from the Lowardian's idea of a bathroom wrapped in a towel the size of a blanket. She was mentally adding the enormous shower to the list of things to keep.
Shego lay in the gigantic bed with her head propped up on one arm. “I guess you didn't fall in this time Pumpkin?”
Kim huffed as she remembered finding out the hard way Lowardian toilet seats retracted when the, very oversized, contraption was flushed. “I thought we agreed not to speak of that again.”
As she examined her fingernails, Shego smiled. “I don't remember agreeing to that.”
The redhead began walking toward the door of the room. “Oh, well I guess I don't remember where I was going to sleep tonight. I'll just go find an empty room...”
Shego sat up. “OK... OK... I'll never mention it ever again!”
Kim's brows rose as she turned back toward the bed. “Promise?”
A smirk crossed Shego's lips. She hated the idea of giving up such excellent fodder for teasing. It was worth it though. Besides, she knew just how seriously her wife took promises. “Yeah I promise Princess. Now get that sexy ass of yours in this bed before I come down there and get you.”
Temptation flared in Kim as she considered holding back. The idea of making her lust crazed wife chase her through the lair naked made her smile. That would have to wait for another time. She let the towel drop as she boosted herself onto the bed.
Shego pulled the covers back as she watched Kim crawl naked across the wide expanse of the bed toward her. She smiled as the redhead wiggled under the covers to snuggle up at her side.
Kim wrapped her arms around her wife. She could feel the tension slipping out of her as the embrace was returned. After a few moments, she felt Shego's hand inching it's way between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping it before it reached it's destination.
Feeling her hand being immobilized, Shego sighed. “Let me guess. You want to talk, don't ya?”
Kim rubbed her forehead against Shego's cheek. “There's something I gotta ask.” She pulled her head back and looked into Shego's eyes. “When did you figure it out?”
Shego freed her hand and lifted it to Kim's cheek. She stroked it gently as she replied. “It took me longer than it took you, that's for sure. I started to realize things even before I left Team GO. It was almost two years after that, when it became clear.”
Kim reached up and took her wife's hand in hers. “Just before you started working for Drakken?”
Shego nodded. “Yeah. It was one of the reasons I started working for him.” She closed her eyes as she remembered signing that first contract. Remembered stepping back out of the shadows and onto the field, this time on the opposing team. “I couldn't bring myself to do it. I'm not like you Kimmie. I don't have the drive you do.” She reopened her eyes. “I can be a ball-busting bitch and I love doing bad things. But Kimmie, I'm just not a leader.” Her eyes lowered. She knew she could only make such an admission to the woman beside her. “I took the easy way out.”
Kim kissed the hand holding hers. “I don't blame you. I'm not sure if I can go through with it.”
Shego pulled her closer. She brought her mouth to her lover's ear. She whispered. “Princess. There's something you need to understand. You really are a horrible liar.”
Kim ducked her head in an attempt to hide the smile blossoming on her face. “I thought I was getting better at it.” She looked back up. Her eyes were shining with the desire that burned within her. “I want to. I can feel the challenge of it calling to me. I just...”
A laugh escaped Shego's lips. “You still worry what people will think if you do?”
Kim shook her head. “No. I don't care what people will think of me. The thought of failing and bringing all of you down with me...”
Shego stared into her eyes. “Forgetting something Princess?”
As Kim looked into determined green eyes, she realized why she was so hesitant. Why she had been questioning herself. She let herself forget one very important thing. “It's almost scary how well you know me Sweetie. You're right. How could I ever forget? I can do anything.”
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