Kim Possible Porn Story: KPM Drakkens Demise Chapter 11

Authors Note: Explosive chapter for you today. Time for the grand unveiling! I even dropped a small hint to the events surrounding a prequel story, Shego, which I hope to have the opportunity to write for you in future.

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Ch 9: Lollipops Lost

In contrast to her dramatic entrance in the afternoon, Kim entered her home quietly with Ron in tow and gently closed the door behind them. She called tentatively, Mom?

Reflecting the hushed mood of the household she barely let her soft voice rise above a whisper. Anne was in the living room, standing next to the fireplace and holding her wedding photo not far from her face. Either by Kims cautiously quiet entrance or her because she was too lost in her own thoughts Anne was not aware of the teens presence until Kim called again.

Mom?

Mrs Dr P? Ron added.

Anne turned.

Kimmie?

Anne replaced the photo frame before hugging her daughter.

Kimmie. Im glad your home. You left so suddenly, I didnt know what to think.

I called.

Saying youre searching for your father and dont bother cooking tea for the two of you does not set my mind at ease young lady. She fixed a wiry frown on Kim, then Ron, and back to Kim. Her voice was softer than usual but still packed with motherly authority. Shaken though she was Anne Possible was a strong woman with a responsibility to her children. She would cry when her husband was back safely in her arms.

We left you some pizza just in case. I didnt really feel like cooking tonight. The boys know. I sat down with them when they got home and told them everything. Theyre making a scanner to look for him. I think its meant to home in on his aftershave.

I bet they could do it too, Kim offered. Anythings possible for a Possible

James Possibles favourite saying and his twin boys determination were enough to bring a smile to the two Possible women. The tension that had been building throughout this ever worsening day crumbled, if only for a little while.

I suppose we should grab a blanket and some hot chocolate and you can tell all me about your heroics at the space centre. Its not every the head of Global Justice visits to thank you for saving the life of two of her agents.

Ugh, Mom! Do I have to? Kim moaned.

Youre dreaming if you think youre getting out of this; now park your keyster on that couch. Ron, youre parents heard about the space centre attack and theyre very worried about you. I want you to give them a call right now. And then, if youre staying, you can make a start on those hot chocolates.

Umm. Well, I. I understand if you would prefer that I.

Stay. Kim asked.

Yeah. Yeah alright.

**

Ron woke up on the Possibles couch, head aching from using the armrest as a pillow. He hadnt bothered folding it out when the Possibles had gone to bed, he just set the heat pump to a comfortable temperature, covered himself with the blanket and nodded off in an instant.

As he stretched and rubbed his aching neck he figured he was probably the first one up. He was hungry so he headed for their kitchen. He slept over often enough in his youth that he knew his way around and he remembered the mention of leftover pizza from the previous night.

After microwaving his prize, Ron sat down at the breakfast table and put his feet up. While not enough to wake up the Possibles, the noise he was making was enough to attract the attention of Rufus. She uncurled from her spot next to the couch, rapped up in Rons discarded hockey sweater, and went to investigate.

(Is that all you humans eat?) she complained once she had climbed up onto the breakfast table, (Gobs of sticky yellow paste spread over everything?)

Here boy, Ron broke off the tip of his pizza. The mole rat was hesitant.

Look, I know its not Bueno Nacho but its all I got right now.

Rufus sniffed at the piece warily. In the end she plucked a capsicum from the top and nibbled at it.

Rufus. Youre missing all of the cheese, natures perfect food.

(Hello? The last glob of cheese I fell in tried to eat me!)

Oh, dont be so melodramatic.

(Melodramatic?! Im the size of your palm! I was caught in a pizza box avalanche that almost crushed me, then trapped in a web of yellowy death trap hey! Did you respond to me?).

Kim walked into the kitchen still wearing the love heart t-shirt and sweat-pants that were her customary nightwear.

Ron, I know Rufus helped us at the space centre but does he have to climb all over our breakfast table?

I gave him a bath yesterday. You saw me give him a bath.

But look, hes getting all overexcited.

(Pay attention to me now!)

Fine. Ill make him a litter box.

(Urgh!)

Ron picked up Rufus, an empty ice cream container and shredded some newspaper. He placed the padded container on the tiled floor with Rufus inside.

Dont worry buddy, I understand.

(You do?)

You wont eat cheese because cows are sacred in your country.

(? Thats India! Im African-American! How can you not tell the difference?)

Ron leaned in closer and whispered. I think Kims warming to you too.

**

Somehow Kim found herself in the same place she found her mother the previous night, standing in front of the fireplace looking over the photos that lined the mantelpiece. Like her mother the previous night her eyes eventually settled on her parents wedding photo.

Ron finished with Rufus and came into the living room. Kim looked away from the mantelpiece trying to cover her sentimental moment.

Did you leave me any pizza?

Course. The vegetarian, he joked. We should probably get ready for school.

Kims shoulders sagged. Im not really sure I want to go.

No argument there. Think Barkin will let me off too, for sentimental reason?

Yeah, I think, no! Kim answered in an attempt to be playful. Mom says she wants a few days off work and Uncle Larry is flying in tomorrow. She said she could do without hearing an in depth review of Star Trek at a time like this, but I think shes happy hes coming.

I wouldnt mind hearing his take on the alternate timeline plot and how the loss of Vulcan against the early gain of advanced teleportation techniques and the knowledge of future Spock will affect the outcome of future challenges to the Federation.

Kim didnt respond. Not for a long moment. When she did she had bigger things on her mind than a science fiction movie.

What did you want badly enough to work for Wade?

No warning. No room to evade the issue. No hint of anger or disappointment in her voice, just curiosity. She asked him flat out.

Ah.

Ron had hoped Wades cooperation would deflect this line of questioning, or at least delay it. He did not regret exposing his business arrangement with the notorious hacker; it was for a good cause. That didnt make explaining to KP any easier.

You gave him enough information on your family for him to adopt himself into it, Kim continued laying it all out before them. You already suspected he was a wanted hacker. And you didnt tell me.

I swear I never did anything illegal for him. Just delivered boxes of computer equipment.

No. Dont say that, Kim warned. He knew everything about me, Ron.

I wanted Wade to enrol me in the same college you go to.

Kim blinked. She had to perform a mental rewind and playback to take in what Ron had said. Both because he had relented faster than anticipated, stating his reasoning the moment she finished her sentence, and because his reason was nothing like what she imagined. She hadnt known what to imagine, yet.

You wanted to go to college?

Not a college, your college. Youre smart, you do all these extracurricular activities; youll probably get a scholarship to Harvard or wherever. I wont.

Were sixteen. Why are you thinking about this?

Ron struggled to find the words to explain what he was thinking. I wasnt thinking about it. When Wade contacted me he offered me money, travel, backstage passes to any event, enrolment at any college. I wasnt seriously considering his offer; the idea just kind of hit me. Do a few jobs for Wade I dont have to worry anymore.

He was saved from explaining further by the timely intervention of Kims younger brothers, Jim & Tim. They ran into the living room, Jim carrying a remote control and Tim carrying a device that looked suspiciously like a flying saucer. Poor Rufus was strapped into the pilot seat.

Kim dropped her conversation with Ron. Wade would not be discussed in front of her brothers. She stepped in to block there path. Whoa, hold on! What are you two up to?

Ron held out his arms while speaking deliberately slow as not to excite the boys. Guys? I really wish you wouldnt strap Rufus to your inventions.

(And I was on the litter box when they nabbed me too! Some people are just animals)

The Possibles ignored his plea.

Were going to find dad! Tim answered Kims question first before Jim launched into an explanation.

The sensors are tuned to seek out every biometrical trace of dad we could think of; his aftershave, the smell of his hair on his pillow, the smell of his unwashed clothes.

Its like a bloodhound of the skies!

If dad is still in the Tri-City area this remote probe will find him.

(It its remote what do you need me for!)

If its remote control why do you need Rufus? Kim asked.

The twins shrugged. The remote only has a limited range. A pilot could cover more ground, Tim explained their logic.

And Mrs Mahoneys cat hasnt been he same since our last test flight.

Jim winced. Hicka-bicka boo.

Hoosha, Tim agreed.

(Oh, oh darn. Alright, stay calm. Deep breathes, Ron get over here and help me!)

Ron slowly advanced on the twins, arms still outstretched. Look guys, I want to find you dad too but Im afraid Rufus has a fear of heights so.

Too late.

Blast OFF!

Blast OFF!

(Oh snap, oh snap, oh snap, oh snap!)

dont blast him into outer space. Rufus!

Jets extended from the circular frame of the craft. Each one powered up and violently lifted the craft from a prone position on the floor. Ron barely yanked his head and arms back in time to save them. Kim shielded her eyes. The craft soured straight up rapidly, only halting half a metre from the ceiling.

(Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh? Ahhhh.? Ohhhh. Oh. Thank you Jesus.)

Tweebs! Kim yelled at her brothers. You almost youre crazy invention through the ceiling!

Did not! We were in complete control of the takeoff.

Its not like its the first time weve done this.

(Im fine by the way. Could you set me down?)

Set that thing down right now! Mom does not need the house to be destroyed this week.

We arent going to destroy it! the twins protested together.

Rufus was in a pickle. The sibling argument continued beneath her. Ron tried to calmly voice messages of reassurance to his furless companion though he did not look confident. In fact he was troubled like an anxious parent, helpless. Clearly none of the humans were going to get her out of this predicament in a hurry, either unable or too distracted to come to the rescue. It was up to Rufus to see herself safely to the ground.

(Alright. Its just like a video game. Just like a video game. Ignore the buttons. Gently on the joystick.)

The saucer shot diagonally down. Kim threw her brothers to the ground before they were pulverised by their own crazy creation, lying over the boys to shield them. Ron hid behind the couch.

The saucer bounced off the carpet and shot for the ceiling fan. Before it struck the craft jerked left. It bounced off the ceiling. It jerked right again, than corkscrewed.

Land that thing! Kim commanded.

Im trying! Jim admitted. Rufus is fighting for control of the ship!

The craft almost flew into the fireplace. Both Jim and Rufus pulled up. Instead of the fireplace the craft scrapped along the mantle piece knocking many of the family photos from there perch.

Cut the power! Tim advised.

Jim did so. The craft fell from the sky.

Ron did not think. He just acted. He swiped a pillow from the couch and dove. He managed to place it underneath the belly of the craft and catch it before both it, and he, hit the ground.

He was quick to unbuckle his mole rat and comfort her. He did not even mind when she tore and snapped at his jersey in her agitated state. Ron just calmly sat cross legged on the carpet sung a sweet lullaby, relieved she was alright, and waited for her distress to ease.

Kim swiftly confiscated the saucer remote and released the boys from the safely of the floor. She examined the destroyed photo frames, furious.

Look at what youve done to Mom & Dads wedding photo! She picked it up and waved it in her brothers faces. Shes going to be heartbroken when she sees this! Of all the days youve had your chance to destroy the house you choose this….

Her rant trailed off. She examined the shattered photo frame more closely. Front and back.

The twins were confused by her sudden relent. They looked to each other nervously.

Kim?

Kim tore the last of the photo frame apart. Inside the frame, the photo had been folded over. Members of the Wedding party were in the background.

Standing next to her father, at his right hand, was Dr Drakken.

**

The single bulb at the end of the corridor did not produce much light. There wasnt much to see if it did, just the cold stone floor and hastily erected iron bar cages. He was the only prisoner. He was alone. James Possible sat in the corner of his damp cell at the far end of the row.

His body was covered in numerous bruises. He had torn off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around his head to stop blood from a cut on his forehead. He could not remember a time he had suffered a worse beating. Even the bullies in high school were not as savage as those thugs who had worked him over.

Thugs working for Drew.

He did not remember much of abduction. He had tried to piece it all together in his head but he just couldnt. Between the bag and the beatings most of it was a blur. A darkness had descended over his mind and that had, thus far, in this cell, yet to lift.

But before the darkness he remembered Drew.

Down the corridor a heavy metal door was unbolted from the outside. It swung open, admitting one person, than swung shut again. It was hard to make out the mans features in the gloom. But James knew. He had been waiting for him.

The man pulled up a stool next to the cage. He also set up a small office lamp, directing the light into Jamess face. The sudden brightness hurt his eyes.

I hope you slept well. Best cure for jetlag. All this jet setting between continents lately.

James managed to cough out the name.

Drew!

The man leaned forward, letting the light reveal his smug smile.

Hello my old friend.

**

Four year old Kim Possible played with the water rocket her father had given her. It was a simple toy. Fill it using a bucket of water her mother had filled for her, squeeze it and watch it fly. She had endless fun chasing it around the yard. Her mommy was nearby, setting up an umbrella and laying out snacks on the garden table for their barbeque. Daddy and Uncle Drew would be home soon.

Unfortunately, one time the rocket flew a little too high and got stuck in a tree. Little Kim looked around for a grown up to help her out. Mommy had ducked into the kitchen to grab more snacks. There was no one else around.

No problem for Kim Possible. Not with her friend, Panderoo, at her side.

The first branch was hard to get to. She needed to drag over a plastic garden chair, then stack her tricycle and bucket on top of that. Once past her first hurdle however she found it remarkably easy to get from branch to branch. She imagined for a moment she was a monkey, able to travel along the tops of the tallest trees.

The water rocket was a far out on the end of a branch. She managed to get above it and tired to reach for it. To stretch her arm as far as it could go. It still wasnt enough.

I cant reach Pande-oo! Kim called to her stuffed friend whom she had left at the base of tree. The stuffed toy did not answer.

Determined to retrieve her rocket Kim took a chance. She braced herself and lunged for the rocket.

She grabbed it. She grabbed the end of the branch too, wrapping her tiny arms and legs around it. It swung violently under her weight, dipping but not breaking. Little Kim held on with everything she had until the tree limb stopped shaking.

I did it!

Very pleased with herself Kim started to shimmy back for the safety of the tree trunk were the tree limbs were thicker. She had not made it far when the branch gave way.

Kim fell from the tree

And into the arms of Uncle Drew, bowling him over. When she sat up she was sitting on his stomach. Uncle Drew was flat on his back, groaning in pain.

Her parents were not far behind Drew. Mommy picked her up and held her tight. She started methodically checking for injury while giving Kim a right talking to for attempting something so foolish. Daddy helped Uncle Drew up.

.

Kim?

Kim?

The twins were confused by Kims sudden silence. A few seconds ago she had oddly stopped yelling at them and instead stood transfixed by the photo she held in her hands. They called her name but she ignored them. She was in her own memories.

Finally, when their calls became louder and more urgent, Kim bellowed at them to, be quiet!

**

It was a rough time after I left the space centre and Middleton. Blacklisted. No respectable firm would touch me. With dwindling savings I drifted from job to job, flat to flat; gas station attendant, port-a-loo rental service, door to door salesman. Sitting alone in a leaky two room flat I really did come close to giving up, you know? Ending it all.

That was when they came to me, when I had hit my lowest point. They offered me work. A whole new life.

James sat up against the cage bars. His throat was parched. He croaked out the question.

Who?

World Empire.

Terrorists! James spat out the horrid term. Murderers.

Oh please James, dont be a dismissive, Drew scolded. World Empire is far more than a scruffy mob of terrorists. WE facilitates change of government services, helps nations defend themselves, gives the downtrodden a chance to better themselves. Look at Zimbabwe. That nation was marred by political strife, disease and hyperinflation. After calling in WE the nation received a massive cash influx, vast fields of genetically strengthened crops now feed the surrounding nations and all political opposition has disappeared overnight. It even has a Space Program to rival NASA!

You forgot military build-up and expansionist tendencies.

Drew gave a forced laugh Yes, its true. Life working for WE isnt all peaches. Civil war in Pakistan, drug war in Mexico, cyber warfare, exasperating drought in Australia; introducing sterilising agents to the waterways of Sudans unwanted minorities.

And you worked for them. You bastard! You worked for them.

Drew didnt deny it.

**

Kimmie cub. You should know you cant climb trees.

I can do anything! Kim replied defensively.

Drew blinked. James went red but his friend just chuckled. Can you now sweetie? Can you lick your nose?

No. Kim admitted, both amused at the thought and annoyed Uncle Drew had found a chink in her logic.

Here. I came outside to give you this.

Drew took out a lollypop and handed it to the little girl.

Suck on this and your tongue might grow.

Kim readily pulled the wrapper off her prize and ran off again to play. Before she got too far she overheard her mommy and Uncle Drew talking.

Drew. Youre so good with kids.

Drew laughed. Kids are fine. Wait until shes a teenager, thats when the nightmare starts.

.

Anne Possible, attracted by the saucers path of destruction, hurriedly threw on a dressing gown and went outside her room to investigate.

She entered the room right after Kim yelled at her brothers to be quiet, an act which startled Ron from his Rufus lullaby though she was still very distressed in his hands.

Can I lick my own nose?

Kim voiced the question quietly. The others didnt understand. Disturbed the flood of long forgotten memories, Kim passed the wedding photo off to her mother and fled the room for her own.

**

I spent the first few years in the Iraqi desert, working with their WMD program. Terrible place the desert. Unforgiving, like my WE taskmasters. Survive there, you can survive anything. I was glad when we evacuated in 2002 ahead of and Global Justice forces and set up shop in North Korea. Later I was promoted to Special Weapons Division; worked under a real bastard who called himself Professor Dementor.

Drew paused for a moment. When he continued his tone was sombre.

I can tell you some of the Dementors experiments would turn the stomach of any hardened terrorist.

James was incredulous. And youre going to give this man RF-78?!

Oh no, hes dead, Drew revealed gleefully. Destroyed by his own twisted creation. My associate, Shego, and I saw to it years ago. When I began preparation for leaving WE. No, this time, his voice increased in tempo, Dr Drakken flies solo with a scheme of his own. One for which the horrified nations of the world will blame WE! While I kick back with my millions in a quiet village up north in Canada. Ha, ha ha! Shall I tell you my plan? Its really quite impressive.

James did not remember one time Drew had ever laughed like that before. The menacing chuckle seemed out of place coming from the pale man wearing an oversized pair of browline glasses. It would be comical if Drew didnt have the hired muscle to back it up.

He was clearly incredibly pleased with himself, James recognised that much. He hated the idea of stroking the madmans ego yet he still wanted to know what he was planning. He tried to work it out on his own.

Hang on. James thought for a moment, about RF and what it was designed to do. If you needed 78, youre going to clean up a radioactive disaster?

Eventually, Drew admitted, pleased that James was showing interest in his scheme. He waited for James to puzzle out the rest.

Finally it struck him. But first you have to cause one.

Drew grinned. Precisely.

James paused again, taking it in.

Where?

Right here. In Middleton.

Drew stood up and kicked the stool away.

I apologise for the spartan dcor. Were still in the middle of renovation. You may not believe me but my quarters arent any better. Ill tell you what; Ill have my men let you out for some fresh air. Give you some fresh clothes and a hot meal. Its the least I can do for my old friend.

**

Boys! Explain yourselves this instant! Anne demanded from the twins sternly upon seeing the mess in the living room and her daughter so thorough spooked.

Ron got up and stood beside her, glancing at the photo. He immediately saw what had Kim wigged.

Thats him, he informed the Possibles grimly. Thats Drakken.

**

In a van at the end of the street a GJ agent waved his hands victoriously in the air. Bingo! We have our scumbag! The teens have recognised him from the family wedding photo.

Agent Du walked over and donned a headset. Show me.

The agent did. He rewound and replayed the recording device. They had secreted several onto the windows of the Possible household during the night. It had been a milk run for an expert agent like William Du.

We got him, Du agreed. Good work. Keep listening in. Tell me if anything else comes up. Ill inform the Director. With any luck well lay this thing to rest by the end of the weekend.

Patting the operator on the back, Du exited the van. He had a vital phone call to make.

**

Kim ran into her room and threw herself on her bed as she did the previous evening after meeting Dr Director and Agent Du.

He was back. Uncle Drew was back. It explained so much. He knew her fathers work. He knew his favourite catchphrase. He must have recognised it yesterday when he asked Shego to take her prisoner.

She felt the urge to clutch Panderoo, but she didnt want to. Not now. It felt dirty now.

.

See, see! This is Lion-us. Hes a Wal-us and a Lion. And this is Tig-sy. Hes a ti-ga and a monkey so he can swing all around the jungle.

Which makes him an extra special King of the Jungle, Drew commented. James, sitting across from him in the Possible living room, was silently laughing. Kim had taken her entire Cuddle Buddy collection, her pride and joy, down from her room to show Uncle Drew. It was a cold night but the fireplace kept the family and their friend toasty warm.

Oh, and this is Ela-gata. He likes to swim but mommy wont let me take him in the bath.

Where did you get so many friends Kimmie? Drew asked. He already knew the answer. James dragged him down to the Toy Store every time they went away to a conference.

Daddy gets them for me every time he goes on a bus-ness trip, Kim happily explained. An idea sprung to her little mind and she climbed up onto Uncle Drews knee.

You tell him next time what I really want is a Pande-oo.

.

When Daddy and Uncle Drew returned from their next conference, Daddy was carrying a specially wrapped black box with yellow ribbon. After greeting the pair and making sure to say, Please and Thank You, Kim gleefully opened the box.

To her amazement it was not just a Panderoo in the box. It was Panderoo Superstar Edition!

Kim jumped on her father, giving him the biggest bear hug she could muster. Thank you Daddy!

You should thank Uncle Drew. He can find anything and he wrestled a grandma so I could escape with it. He winked.

I did not! Drew exclaimed, outraged. Exactly.

Kim ran over to Drews leg, squeezing it. Thank you Uncle Drew!

Uncle Drew wasnt quite sure how to react. After a moments hesitation he simply patted her hair. Youre welcome, sweaty.

.

Snap!

In a fit of anger Kim threw Panderoo across her room. She didnt know if the explosion of anger made her feel better, but it felt right. She threw the rest of her Cuddle Buddies off her bed.

When the Cuddle toys and the pillows were dispatched she looked around for more items to toss. She eyed the items on her dresser, lamp, a hairbrush, make-up, Kimmunicator.

Kimmunicator!

The sight of Wades gizmo cleared her head. She was still furious but now she was thinking.

You know my name. I know yours.

She used the device to contact Wade.

**

Drew kept his word. He had his men remove James from the cell, clothe him in red overalls, feed him, and direct him to the command centre of the operation. Drew and his enforcer, Shego, were waiting. Although, she was seemingly more interested in a margarita, or some cocktail, and a magazine. She lay across the rooms computer consoles like a cat, legs crossed, head resting on her arm; daring the henchman to stare at her tight jumpsuit.

None of the men working at the consoles dared stare at anything but their shoelaces.

James couldnt tell where he was; only that the building seemed old and decrepit. Yet the equipment it housed was state of the art. If he had to guess he would say it was a fair sized warehouse with corridors linking to the mess hall and prisoner quarters. If there were windows the henchmen leading him never let him see it.

The command centre was nothing more than a small managerial office accessed by a rickety staircase. Nevertheless it was packed with numerous high tech computers. Outside the office window to the warehouse floor were twin vats, each filled with a familiar blue liquid. One was labelled RF-16; the other RF-78.

Youve produced that much RF-78 in one night?

Pfft. Please, I stole the formula months ago.

James was stunned by the revelation. But, the space centre! Me!

Drakken shrugged. Revenge for my blacklisting. Also, I could not afford the competition once my plan gets underway. There must be no alternate source of RF-78. I admit you almost ruined everything when you returned from the Ukraine sooner than expected. You never gave my carefully placed propaganda machine time to truly demonise you and your work.

Once again James was both stunned and horrified. Every word from Drews mouth revealed a new outrage. That he worked for WE, that he stole RF-78; that he was going to destroy Middleton! His friend! Now Drew casually admitted to sabotaging his work and demonising him in the press. He started to turn red with fury.

Gutter Slime! You almost killed Joe with that stunt at Prypiat! You destroyed my lifes work!

Shego giggled. James could not tell if it was because of his outburst or something she had read in the magazine. She had not seemed to be paying attention.

Drew, however, was not amused. A glace at his guards and they had their staff weapons activated and ready. Very aware of the electrical sparking noises behind his back, James took the hint and zipped his lip.

When he was sure James was nice and intimidated, Drew sidled over to his old friend. Even stooping at the neck as was his custom, he was still of imposing height. He could look down on James and warn him in a dangerously low voice.

It was my lifes work before you had that little accident. Then you revived my work and stood poised to take all the credit, so I consider us even. I waited a long time for you to perfect my creation James. I was beginning to fear you would never solve the toxicity problem, but now that you have, I know RF-78 as intimately as you do. Do not ever make the mistake of thinking you are necessary to my plans. Youre still alive out of common courtesy. Nothing more.

James gulped. He knew he shouldnt, though he felt Drew was selling his achievement short.

I also lessened the elastic properties, he squeaked.

Yes. I noticed that.

**

Kim was going to retrieve her father. Her bedroom was HQ for the operation. Ron, Rufus and Wade via the Kimmunicator made up her council of war.

Dr Drew Theodore Lipsky? Sure, I can tell you everything about him. Grades, degrees, jobs, social security number, library books checked out.

Kim frowned. Quick question. Isnt that illegal?

On screen, Wade was dumbfounded. Ah.

(No $#:%! Have you been paying attention? This is what the guy does; dont go high and mighty on us now.)

Seated at the end of Kims bed, Ron scratched his neck and tried to help his hacker friend out.

Um. KP, Im not sure you want to know the answer to that question. Not if you want Wades help.

Think of it this way, Wade added. The patriot act lets the FBI see what library books you check out. Why cant I?

Thats not very convincing logic.

She welted under the heavy stares of Wade, Ron and Rufus.

Fine!

Satisfied the moral considerations were laid to rest, Wade continued his profile. Hes an expert aeronautical and chemical engineer, the same as your dad, dismissed from the Middleton Space Centre twelve years ago after an industrial accident. His project, RF-16, escaped containment. Worked a string of odd jobs before disappearing ten years ago. The attack on the Space Centre, yesterday, marks his first appearance since.

Kim nodded. Exactly as her father had described events.

Not a big socialiser, he had no friends to speak of other than your dad. Immediate family consisted only of his mother, Maeve Lipsky. She disappeared three weeks before the disaster at Chernobyl. Neighbours report three men in red overalls arrived to take her away. The following week Interpol advised Miami PD the FBI that World Empire had agents keeping an eye out for Mrs Lipsky.

(Uh-oh)

Ron shuddered at the imperial mention. Our boy has enemies.

Even Kim tensed, though she stated with bravado, Its me he better watch out for.

**

Satisfied there would be no more outbursts, Drew continued to describe his plot, circling James like a shark as he did so. Now that only I have the means to create RF-78, I will devastate the Tri-City area with a nuclear warhead. A construction company, secretly owned by me, is already in position to take the government contract to rebuild. As the only construction company with the means to remove the radioactive fallout, the contract is assured.

Drew stopped when he was once again standing face to face with James, ready to bellow his dramatic finale.

I will rebuild Tri-City! And I will re-name it Drakkenville!

He started to laugh manically, lifting his arms as he did so, standing like a god basking in his own glory. Shego lost all pretence of reading the magazine and openly mocked, rolling along the computer consoles, giggling hysterically. Not with him. At him.

Oh my God! You look like such a dork–hahaha! she managed to say in between giggling fits.

Drews mood soured immediately. He let his arms down and glared. She was ruining his big reveal. Even so he oddly let the offence slid, not admonishing the women in any way.

The rest of the henchmen were conspicuously not laughing.

By accident, Shego knocked over her drink. One henchman immediately rushed in to wipe the floor, collect the broken glass and hurry off to dispose of it.

After a long moment, and with many false starts, Shego managed to control herself. Drew remained glaring at her the entire time until he was sure she was done. There it was. The insane plan of a madman revealed.

The Drew I know would never do this, James stated.

Both Drew and Shego found the pathetic plea immensely amusing. They glanced at each other.

Shego stretched out on the consoles and sat up from her prone position. Coming to stand at Drews side, he allowed her to continue giggling playfully, running one gloved hand through his dark hair while whispering discretely into his ear.

With supreme confidence, Drew advised James, The Drew you knew died years ago.

Dr Drakken signalled to his men to remove the prisoner. As they pulled him James struggled.

Get your hands off me! Drew! My family! What about my family?!

What about your family? Drakken replied as James was hauled away.

**

I got him! Drew Lipsky! He made a small murmur in the news as the new recluse majority shareholder of Hank Perkins Construction. The surprise takeover kicked up dirt at the company shareholders Annual General Meeting.

Kim and Ron leaned in closer to the Kimmunicator screen. Rufus popped in ahead of them, obscuring their view. Kim grumbled but Rufus ignored her.

Since the takeover Perkins Construction has been petitioning for large government contracts. Theyve also purchased an abandoned silver mine located in the Middleton mountain range; not far from where GJ lost track of Drakkens helicopter.

Yes! Kim cried. That has to be where hes keeping my dad. Wade, I need transport.

What do want me to do about it? Hire you a taxi? the wiz-kid complained. Besides, youll need more than that. The site is only accessible by a mountain road though Middleton Forrest.

Ron gave the matter some thought. I might have an idea for ride.

Oh, by the way, Wade interrupted. I sent you a package. It should be arriving right about now!

Downstairs the doorbell rang. Kim and Ron exchanged puzzled glances.

**

Inside the GJ van the operators gave each other a high five. Oh my God! I love this kid! Weeks of attempting to track a nuclear warhead across the globe and she cracks the case open overnight!

Wade too! Cyber division has been playing cat and mouse with him for a year. He was the cat! I cant wait till Director learns of this, the rear doors to the van opened. Agent Du jumped in with fresh coffee and pizza.

He must be number two on her hit list aside from Gemini, the operator finished his remark while gleefully digging into his pizza.

Who? Du asked, catching the tail end of the comment.

Wade.

Wade? he repeated, confused. Wait, Wade? Ghost in the Machine?

Yep.

Directors diary?

Thats the one. The kids are having a video conference with him even as we speak.

**

If I didnt adore you so darn much, Drakken warned with a fake smile, Id put you down.

Good luck finding a henchman daring enough to try, Shego purred in her employer’s ear while still playing with his hair. We both know you couldnt pull the trigger.

Drakken sneered. He swatted her hand away from his greasy hair. Would you stop that! he gruffly demanded.

Amused, Shego wiped her glove on the shoulder of his lab coat. With the captive doc returned to his cell she lost her playfulness, returning to an ice cold demeanour.

We have a problem. The Possible girl Id-ed you from an old family wedding photo.

Which would not have been a problem if you had subdued her like I asked, Drakken snapped.

Or if you had blown the building any one of fourteen minutes earlier! Shego shot back.

Drakken growled. He grabbed one of the computer technicians by his collar and threw him from his work station. The technician picked himself from the floor and stood at ease next to his boss while Drakken slouched in the now vacant chair.

Drakken considered his timetable and the danger of discovery by GJ or WE. He was more than a little aware of the high wire act he was performing and the consequences should he fall.

Bring me the cheerleader and her family, he at last commanded a henchman.

**

Kim! her brothers called out. Theres a package for you!

It says its from Wade Stoppable?

Whats in it? Kim asked the Kimmunicator with excited suspicion.

I spent last night whipping up a few more accessories to go with the Kimmunicator. How would you like a new hairdryer?

I towel dry.

Not a problem.

Kim took the Kimmunicator and rushed downstairs with Ron close behind. Her brothers were already tearing at the wrapping. Kim allowed them to continue. When they had it open the first thing they pulled out was a hairdryer.

A hairdryer with a grapple attachment loaded in the barrel.

Hicka boo?

Hoosha!

Kim held up the Kimmunicator so that Wade could see her, and before signing off said, You rock Wade.

**

Yeah, I have to hand it to madam Director, Agent Du shook his head. She really knows how to call them.

His mobile went off. Agent Du was quick to check the number. Excuse me guys, urgent call.

Once again he left the van to speak in private. One of the GJ operators nudged his mate.

I bet we all get a promotion for this.

What would that make golden boy? Semi-director?

They both had a good laugh, though outside Agent Du was not smiling.

Yes, its a positive Id. Drew Lipsky. Look, theres more! Theyre interested in an old silver mine Middleton Ranges. Well of course I havent called them yet! That would make a mess of the entire operation now wouldnt it?. Fine! What do you want to do?

Du removed the phone from his mouth while he silently cursed and balled his fist.

Bring her in? he said sarcastically. Why, wouldnt it have saved us all a lot of grief if you had done your job! And handled that yesterday! Now everythings going to get messy. Yeah, yeah, Im doing it. Dont know why.

He made sure he was the one who hung up first. Stupid pricks. Couldnt steal a candy bar without me holding their hands.

He took out his service weapon and methodically checked the inner workings, ensuring it was clean, loaded and ready. As an extra precaution took out a silencer and screwed it on the end of the barrel.

Damn it! There goes my perfect mission success ratio. Directors going to give me so much flak for loosing the girl, he muttered angrily.

Weapon raised, Du threw open the rear door of the van.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I introduce the Villains!