Dark Mistress
Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.
The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.
Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.
CHAPTER 13: Planning For The Future.
Kim and Monique entered the command center. Around the central table sat a group that only a couple months ago would have given Kim the chills to see all together in one place. Drakken and Motor Ed sat side by side, with DNAmy clinging to Drakken's arm. Next to her sat Ricardo Senior, who was talking quietly with Jack Hench. Last was her wife, Shego. As she took her seat, it surprised her that she didn't even think of them as ex-enemies, but friends and associates. In Shego's case much, much more.
As she took her seat, she saw Wade sitting at a console on one side of the room. Seeing Monique take a chair beside him, she noticed something that hadn't occurred to her before. The plump geek she'd known for years was growing up. Gone was most of the plumpness. Even sitting, she could tell he was getting taller. There was also a hint of muscles showing in his arms and shoulders. To top it all, she was surprised to note, he needed a shave.
The world she knew and the people in it were changing. Not just physically, but also in relationships and attitudes. Of all the people in the room, one was changed more than all the rest. Herself. Some of the changes were accidental. Others were due to circumstances beyond her control. But most, especially in her way of thinking, were all her own doing.
It was change that brought them all together. Change that was begetting more change. One thing was very certain to her. Never again would she, or the rest of the world, be stuck in a rut.
Settling herself onto her backless stool, she asked. “What did we miss?”
Shego gave a small shake of her head. “Not much Kimmie. Eddie was about to go over his designs.”
Kim turned her attention to the mulleted engineer. To say he was the one person in the room she liked least would be an understatement. He was a brilliant automotive engineer, that couldn't be denied. Unfortunately, outside of of cars, he let his little head do all his thinking. His attitude toward women was one of his least appealing traits. If it weren't for the fact she needed his expertise, and his cousin's good will, she'd have already given him a private tour of the Moon's surface. Without a spacesuit. Fortunately, her plans would be getting him out of her hair soon.
She forced a smile, thankful she'd been getting better at being deceitful. “K, Ed. Let's see what you and the Tweebs have come up with.”
For the next half hour, Motor Ed described plans for an entire line of vehicles. Using holograms and lots of hand waving, he pointed out the features of each model. There was a sub compact, a sedan, even an SUV and a motorcycle. All of them were powered by hydrogen fuel cells. The very same kind Shego took scans from in the “Ronmobile.” The presentation was fascinating, even with the unnecessary inclusion of lecherous stares and way too many uses of the word “seriously.”
As the last hologram faded, Ed grinned widely. “Seriously though Red. That's nothing compared to the plans I got for the sports car model.” He reached for the controls of the hologram.
Kim held up a hand. She knew it would be an overblown, overpowered, waste of resources. She'd only promised him he could design it to make the job of designing the rest seem more palatable to him. When it came to the actual manufacturing, she was counting on her brothers to tone it down to something actually useable. “I'm sure they are great, but why don't you wait til you have it built and surprise us with the finished product?”
Motor Ed stroked his hand over his mullet. “You got it babe! It's gonna like seriously rock!”
To everyone's cringing annoyance, he stood and went into an air guitar solo. Once he finally lapsed into silence, Kim sent him back to his work area. She wanted to finish this without his presence. It surprised her to hear a gusty sigh of relief after the man left the room.
She turned to look at Drakken questioningly.
He rolled his eyes. “You know, if he weren't family, I'd have strapped him over the output array of a mega disintegrater years ago.”
Along with everyone else, Kim chuckled. “As appealing as that sounds, it won't be necessary. He'll be off our hands soon enough. When we are ready to start production, He'll be moved to the facility to oversee it.”
Hench cleared his throat. “Speaking of production. Do you know how much it will cost? Just building a facility and outfitting it will be in the millions alone. Then there is the cost of workers to operate it. Not to mention operating costs, taxes and fees.” He shook his head as he looked over his copy of the plans. “I just don't see how it's fiscally feasible.” He looked Kim in the eyes. “You wanted my business expertise. Well I can say, with no doubt in my mind, this won't be a profitable venture. I can also say, I'm at a loss as to why you would be considering it in the first place.”
Kim grinned. “Isn't bringing the world an inexpensive, and green, alternative to gas powered vehicles enough of a reason?” Her smile widened. “Now don't have a heart attack. All is not as it seems. This is just one of the products and services we'll be putting on the market as part of phase three of my plan.”
Intrigued, Jack asked. “Perhaps if you explained the plan in more detail?”
She looked around the table. Most knew her goals. Some of them knew a few of the details, but so far, she'd kept the whole of the plan to herself. It was time to lay her cards on the table. She pushed a button, and a large holographic display of the Earth formed above their heads. “You all know I intend to change the world. What you don't know is just how drastic that change needs to be.”
Waving a hand at the slowly spinning orb, she said. “In order to undo the corruption ingrained in our civilization, we need to change how people think and perceive the world around them. In the past, all attempts at this failed. They failed because they relied on forcing people to change. We will do the opposite. Instead of pushing them into change, we'll pull them in, seduce them. We'll dangle juicy bait in front of them. The car thing for example. By giving them what they want, we set the stage to entice them into even more change.”
She turned off the display and motioned to Wade. “In order to pull it off, we have to take a few things into consideration. First, we have to be free to operate. Getting rid of the Pact was a start. To stay free, we have to do something truly outrageous. We have to become legitimate. A start on that has been made by forming corporate entities to work through. We also have to use everything at our disposal to pull it off. One of those things is super science.”
Wade approached the table. He stuck his hands behind his back and said. “One of the side effects of the Pact was the suppression of scientific endeavor. Most of the really earth shattering breakthroughs have been made by those who thought outside the box.” He gave a nod in Drakken's direction. “Since most of those people were considered villains, their work has been suppressed.”
Kim gave him a nod. “Now that the Pact is gone, we'll use this technology.” She looked at Hench. “You are right in thinking that under normal circumstances we couldn't make a go of the car thing. Using super science changes circumstances. With the things we have available, like nanotechnology, we'll be able to produce products at barely a fraction of the cost. So even selling things at a greatly reduced price, we'll still make a generous profit.”
Jack frowned. “Hold on. I have a lot of experience making and selling super scientific stuff to villains. So I understand it can be done. However, you're talking about selling to the general public. That's an entirely different ball game. Governments won't let you. People, like the existing automotive industry, will oppose you...”
Nodding, Kim replied. “Yes they will. But that's where being evil comes in. We'll deal with those minor inconveniences behind the scenes. The biggest one, as you mentioned, was government interference.” She turned to Ricardo. “Have you picked out a good spot?”
Ricardo Senior stood as Wade brought up the holographic globe again. “Indeed I have. You see Mr. Hench, in order to alleviate this government interference you spoke of, we shall locate our facilities in a place where it does not exist.” He poked at the globe. Where he touched it, countries glowed brighter. “These are the most likely places that fit the criteria.”
With raised brows, Hench said. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but all those places have governments. In fact, they are some of the most repressive ones on the planet.”
Senior chuckled evilly. “But of course, that is why they make excellent choices. There is no place on earth that isn't under the control of a government. In order to do what we need to, we shall have to make a government that is amiable. What better way could there be than to do it on the ashes of a government that has proven itself a detriment to the world already?”
Kim laughed. “Revolution. We'll overthrow them and put our own government in place.”
Drakken spoke up. “Won't what's his name and the other heroes try to stop us? Whenever I tried...”
Shego smirked. “Doc, you kept trying to take over Canada. Nobody considers that a repressive regime. Besides, you aren't Canadian.”
Remembering the times she'd stopped him, Kim smiled. “One of the criteria for choosing a location, besides the corrupt government, was places where we could come up with a citizen of that country ready to take the helm of the new government. None of the world's heroes are going to interfere in a legitimate uprising.” She cocked her head at Ricardo. “So which one do you think is the best?”
He smiled as his finger touched the globe again. Kim immediately understood why he'd made the choice. In all the years she'd known Senior, there had been one thing she'd never thought about. Where he'd been born. Now, as she watched the small country glow, she understood. With her eyes locked on the spot some ninety miles from the U.S. coast, she deadpanned. “I just knew you had a thing for islands.” She then broke into a smile. “Works for me. We'll get started on the plan for the revolution tomorrow.”
From the side of the room, Monique called out. “Sorry to interrupt, but Betty's calling. Want me to put her through?”
Kim nodded.
One of the large screens lit up to show Betty Director sitting at her desk. “Mistress. I wanted to let you know we are about finished here.”
Impressed at the speed Betty was handling things, Kim said. “Nice work. What do the numbers look like?”
Picking up a notepad, Betty replied. “Here at headquarters, we have about thirty percent retention of ex GJ agents and troopers. Higher than we expected. Candy, Steve and I will start doing evaluations tomorrow to see how many can be 'retrained' as elite personnel. The rest will be assigned to regular jobs as they come in. We can expect to hear from the regional bases starting tomorrow.” She flipped a page. “As for the scientific staff, it appears that more than three quarters of them will be taking the positions offered at the Space Center and it's research divisions.”
“Spankin'!” Kim let out with a grin. “Tell you what. Let Steve and Candy finish up there and come on home. Mom's waiting for you. It's about time we got you fixed up.”
Betty glanced at her mangled hand, then smiled at Kim. “Gladly Mistress.”
The screen went blank as she turned back to the table. She could see Hench practically bursting with unasked questions. “I'll explain that later. First, I want to make sure we are all lined out on our respective tasks.” She looked at Ricardo. “Have you contacted them?”
The young looking elderly man nodded. “I have. However I was unable to convince two of them to meet with me.” He glanced over at Shego. “Ever since that little incident at my last poker night, they have been less willing to associate with me.”
Shego sighed. “Yeah, yeah. My bad. I can't help it that I got a little desperate after Junior chickened out on the kidnapping plan at the last minute.”
Ricardo smiled at her. “I am casting no aspersions. Had I not been so delighted at his one almost evil act, I might have been thinking clearly enough to aid you in the endeavor.”
Kim shook her head as she remembered that night. As Senior said, it wasn't her wife's fault the plan to kidnap the worlds five richest people went awry. She'd been the one to foil it. Well, that and her wife's irrational fear of large reptiles. “The past is the past. Who did agree to meet?”
Senior tilted his head in assent to her statement. “Mr. Porter and Mr. Smarty. I believe their desire to increase their wealth overpowered any ethical concerns they might have harbored. Both will be at my island at eight tonight for dinner.” He looked at the time displayed on the wall clock. “Speaking of which. I should be going. I wish to check on Bonita's progress and make preparations.”
Kim nodded as he rose. “Two is better than none. I'll see you there at about 7:30.”
After he left, Hench found himself unable to hold in his questions anymore. “You are building an army, and trying to recruit two of the richest people in the world? You'll have to pardon me if I say I don't understand where you are heading with this.”
Before Kim could reply, Drakken chuckled. “Of course. What good is such a grand scheme if it is not sufficiently convoluted? I had my doubts at first too. If I were in her place, I'd have gone for a quicker solution. Now, however, I understand there is something to be said for a more subtle approach.”
Shego chuckled. “I'd listen to him Jack. That's the king of overly complicated plans talking.”
Drakken grinned at his ex-sidekick. “Why thank you Shego. It's nice to know you were paying attention all those times.”
Hench shook his head. He knew Drakken's track record with complicated plans. He did have to consider that this wasn't one of the blue scientist's plans, but Kim Possible's. “I guess I don't see the whole picture. Especially where I fit into it.”
Kim looked over at Monique, who approached Hench. She handed him a small PDA. “It's all in here.”
As he began to read off the screen, Kim said. “Along with providing raw materials for both the lair here and our manufacturing facilities, you'll be recruiting people to staff them. People who have the proper attitude about getting the job done. Much the same as your Henchmen. Also, as co-owner of the Space Center, you and your scientists will be helping with the creation of new products.” She went to his side. “There is also your expertise in weapons. An army can't fight without them.”
He sat down the device. “That is the part I understand least. Why, if you are trying to win people over, do you need an army?”
Kim returned to her seat. “Excellent question. The answer is very simple. We won't be able to win everyone over. There will be some who, either due to fanaticism, greed or one of numerous other reasons who will always oppose what we are doing. Some we'll be able to take care of quietly. Others will have to be dealt with more directly. Having a highly trained army, in the guise of a security force, will be our hole card in case it's needed.”
Hench sighed. “Why do I get the feeling this is even more complicated than it seems already?”
Shego gave him a wicked grin. “You have no idea.”
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Ron Stoppable stared at the piece of paper he held in his hand. His eyes lifted to the man who stood before him in the parking lot of the Tower of Ronatude. “This is a joke right?”
The man shook his head. “No sir. I'm sorry to say it isn't. As you know there are signs of bad economic times on the horizon. There are also the, ahem, changes which have recently come about to be considered. We simply can't afford to continue providing support. It's not all bad though. You can keep all the equipment and vehicles already in your possession.”
Forlornly, Ron watched the mayor of Middleton walk toward his car. He turned as the car left and looked at his team. The paper shook in his hand. “How are we gonna pay for all this? Rent, utilities, and taxes?” His shoulders slumped. “If only I was still a billionaire!”
Justine quirked an eyebrow. “Evidently we shall have to find employment. I see no other way to fund the team.”
Joss nodded. “I reckon y'all is right. We is going ter have to get jobs.”
With a horrified look on his face, Junior screeched. “But I am having no experience at this job thing!”
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when he heard a car approaching. He felt glimmer of hope that it was the mayor returning to tell them it really was a joke. He spun and looked at the road. Instead of the mayor's dark sedan, he saw a bright red limousine. For a moment he stared dumbfounded. Then he remembered. “Aw no! I can't believe this!”
Joss gave him a puzzled look as the limo pulled to a stop. “Who is it?”
He stuffed the paper into his pocket as he replied. “You guys remember that minister guy at the funeral? Well I completely forgot I invited him on a tour of the Tower of Ronatude.” He glanced over as the red suited man exited the car with a wave and a smile. Ron returned the wave as he approached. He mumbled. “Now is so not a good time for this!”
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