Kim Possible Porn Story: 24601 Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I dont own Kim Possible.
Authors Note: There is the possibility of me doing some sneaky things in this chapter and the ones that follow. To those of you who know the story already and choose to review, please dont give away any surprises. Im trying to disguise what Im doing as best I can, but theres only so much I can do and still operate within the parameters of the original work.
Those who follow the path of the righteous shall have their reward. And if they fall, as Lucifer fell: the flame, the sword!
-Inspector Javert
At the End of the Day
The day after Kim Possible left her life behind, trouble was stirring in a top secret underground laboratory hundreds of miles away.
Hicka-bicka-boo? the adolescent man asked his partner. Sporting a lab coat and a grin, Jim Possible looked very much the part of the satisfied scientist. His brother and partner in crime Tim Possible responded to the inquiry as expected.
Hoo-sha! Tim Possibles clothing and expression matched his brothers perfectly, with the exception that both items showed evidence of having been lightly torched very recently in an explosion of one kind or another.
It had been three years since their employer had offered them their current jobs. The mysterious Wade Load had contacted them after one of their attempts to free their sister had gone awry early on in the execution stage and made them an offer.
Jim and Tim growled under their breath at the library computer they were sitting at. Even after sneaking in their homemade upgrades to the aging machine, it still lacked the raw power that their program required in order to execute and without that program, Operation: Cootie Rescue was dead in the water.
The pair was about to give up and go back to their hideout in the nearby junkyard when the computer started making some very strange noises. Worried that their illicit additions to the computer were about to start some fireworks (as was the usual fate of their inventions), they backed away from the table and were about to dive for cover when the noises ceased, and a message appeared in the middle of their screen. Tim, who was marginally more daring than his older brother, edged back into the usual blast radius so that he could see what was written.
A few seconds passed before Tim waved Jim over, his eyes still glued to the monitor. As they read, neither could really believe what they were seeing. Gentlemen, the message began, I have been observing your progress for some time now. It continued, provided critiques of every last one of their attempts to secure their sisters release, concluding with the failure of not even two minutes ago. In spite of your lack of resources, you have shown yourselves to be remarkably inventive and capable. However, you are doing your sister no favors in your efforts to gain her freedom through extralegal means: should you succeed, all three of you would be fugitives from the law, and it is exceedingly difficult to keep yourself warm, fed, and free with the resources that would be brought to bear against you. So I would like to make you an offer: come work for me in my lab, with proper tools and materials at your disposal, until your sister is legally released from prison. I will retain the patent rights to any inventions or innovations that you develop at my direction, and you will hold the patent rights to any inventions or innovations that you develop independently. That way, you will have a steady (and if I am not wrong, a not inconsiderable) source of income at your disposal for when your family can be reunited. If you are interested, send me an email with my name as the subject line in the next seven days.
Jim and Tim finished the message and stared blankly at it in shock. Then Jim smelled smoke, and pulled his brother away from the computer just before it went up in flames.
Five days later, the twins had tracked down their prospective employers name and email addressalthough that was all that they could find about himand accepted his offer. Within the hour, they found themselves on a private jet headed off to their new job.
The twins celebration was interrupted by the intercom in the lab buzzing to life. They had still not met the man who employed them, but they suspected that was more from shyness than diabolic intent. After his first excessively stiff message to them, they had expected someone a great deal older than themselves, but if his voice was to be believed, he was probably even younger than they were!
Uh, guys? Ive got some good news and some bad news for you. The voice of Wade Load sounded rather nervous, immediately worrying his two employees. The good news is that Kim was paroled four days ago-
What?! Tim shouted in surprise. Why didnt-
-you tell us earlier? Jim finished.
Im sorry, Im sorry! Wade apologized. There was a backlog at the Colorado Department of Corrections, and until thirty minutes ago, the only record that your sister was even being considered for parole was on paper!
The twins forced themselves to calm down. They knew well enough that not even the worlds best hackerwhich they suspected Wade of beingcould track down information that wasnt put onto a computer. At least shes out, though, Jim finally said.
And the bad news? asked Tim.
Well, uh, she went back to Middleton and worked at the Bueno Nacho for a day, then theres some business with a Rabbi Katz that doesnt make any sensea police report about a gift, or somethingand then this morning, um
Well? the twins asked together, impatiently.
She broke her parole, and nobody knows where she is.
The explosion that erupted from the Possible twins dwarfed the one that had scorched Tims lab coat.
Three years later
Doctor Elizabeth Betty Director walked through the halls of Global Justice with a feeling that she felt was not unlike a mothers pride in her child.
Global Justice though her face betrayed no emotion, she was laughing on the inside. When she had founded the company two years ago, nobody had thought that it would amount to much. Her first employee, William Du, had even remarked that he thought the name was a little bit braggy. A company of two could hardly be Global after all.
Now, GJ was the premier private investigation company in the country, if not the world. As the head of the company, Dr. Director had travelled all over the globe to aid in investigations and apprehensions of terrorists, criminals, and assorted whackjob villains. She employed and trained several hundred agents of varying caliber, ranging from outstanding to the absolute best of the best. She was still on top of the dogpile, but not for lack of trying. Agent Du kept striving to beat her scores on the simulators, and her top investigator
Well Betty laughed silently, theres a reason they call Inspector Barkin Mad Dog.
Steve Mad Dog Barkin was famous throughout the company for his tenacity. Absolutely refusing to stop until he had solved the case, Agent Barkin had succeeded where other agents had failed by simply bulling his way to getting his man through sheer stubbornness.
As valuable a trait as that determination was, though, there were times that Dr. Director wished that he would simply let go. Agent Barkin had his white whale, and anyone that spoke to him for longer than ten minutes soon heard about the one who got away: Kimberly Anne Possible, prisoner number 24601. It didnt matter that her crime had been insignificant, that she had escaped while on his watch was an intolerable insult to his pride, and when he wasnt on duty working on a case for GJ (and sometimes when he was), he was searching for the elusive redhead.
A commotion in the room up ahead snapped Betty from her thoughts. Reaching up to her forehead, she tugged the eyepatch-shaped lens into place. The neat little toy, which had been designed by some tiny company out of New Mexico called LoadTech, allowed its wearer, if they chose, to see in the infrared spectrum, to zoom in up to four times magnification, and even to use a simple facial recognition algorithm. It was this last feature that Dr. Director wanted to make use of. Opening the door ahead of her, the cause of the hubbub became apparent.
Ronald Stoppable had long ago mastered the art of keeping his head down, but sometimes even his prodigious skill couldnt keep him out of trouble, and today was one of those days.
He had been working as an administrative assistant for Global Justice for the last six months, helping to make sure that the paperwork for each of the cases that the company investigated was properly filled out and filed where it belonged. They pay was good but his financial obligations were severe. The monthly payments for Hanas upkeep had increased as she got older, a change the innkeeper blamed on inflation and property damage. After paying for Hana, he had almost exactly enough left over to pay his bills, rent, and groceries. He saved what he could, but he was more than aware that a slight bump in the road at this point could spell disaster.
Then the mail came.
He had been expecting his monthly bill to arrive at his desk this morning, and to his surprise it did in the hands of his supervisor Bonnie Rockwaller.
When he had arrived at Global Justice, he had been somewhat surprised when his very attractive and very friendly supervisor had invited him into her office during his lunch hour. She hadnt wasted any time in letting him know that she was a woman who knew what she wanted and how to get it and to his bewilderment, she wanted him. Like a deer in the headlights, he had frozen in place as she advanced on him, but when she had placed her hand there, he sprang into action and fled the room in a state of panic.
That had been the end of the very friendly Bonnie Rockwaller, and from then on she had made it her mission to make him miserable for as long as he worked at Global Justice. He found himself receiving the assignments that nobody wanted, working the shifts that nobody wanted, and being subjected to severe ass-chewings over even the most insignificant of perceived slights.
So, Stoppable, I see youve got a little secret here, dont you? Bonnie looked like the cat that swallowed the canary. Youll snub me, but any other little harlot that comes your way is fair game, isnt it? I wonder what would happen to your precious little Hana if you, for some reason, suddenly lost your job?
Ron looked around to make sure that nobody was looking and leaned in. This, he hissed, is sexual harassment, Ms. Rockwaller. I have a daughter, I pay for her keeping, and there is nothing wrong with that! Bonnie barked out a derisive laugh.
Sexual harassment? Youre kidding, right? Who in the world would believe that someone like me was sexually harassing a loser like you? No, Stoppable, youre ass is mine, and theres not a thing you can do about it. Heck, with debts like this, simply docking your pay would ruin you, and if you dont do exactly what I say, then thats exactly what will happen. A predatory grin flashed across Bonnies face. Now kiss me, and make me believe it!
Swallowing down the taste of bile in the back of his throat, Ron steeled himself and leaned in to give her a tentative peck. He was only inches away when she grabbed his collar and planted a lascivious kiss on his lips. Ron froze again, but was snapped out of it when Bonnie shoved him away from her, slapped him, and screamed.
Moments later, the door on the other side of the room slammed open, and Rons heart sank. Standing in the doorway with a stern expression on her face was the head honcho, Dr. Director herself. Whats going on here, Mr. Stoppable? Ron did a passable imitation of a goldfish, giving Bonnie the opening she needed. Within moments, Ron found himself made out to be a vile womanizer who had been taking indecent liberties with his tear-stricken boss.
I see, said Dr. Director, when Bonnie had finished her story. She turned to Ron, Have you anything to say in your defense? Ron just gaped. Very well. Agent Du, if you will?
Will Du, who had appeared behind Ron without him noticing, clapped a hand on the blondes shoulder. Come with me, Mr. Stoppable, growled the Top Agent. I think its time you were on your way.