Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 9
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Two Gravities
Chapter 5 part 1
Kim had to admit she was a little impressed with the two dogging her steps, especially given how much ground the trio had covered. No, even she was willing to give credit where it was due. Contrary to her expectations, she knew that there were at least two 33s that lived up to the name. Probably a third if she felt like being generous, which she wasnt. Getting caught by the blues put a big smudge on street cred, especially for Runners out of Old town, doubly so for a Runner of Moniques stature.
Of the girls hot on her heels, she was more surprised with the blond, who was nearly pacing her stride for stride. Someone had obviously been putting the girl through the wringer, and Kim didnt wonder at who that happened to be. It was pretty obvious by the way Bonnie shadowed the other runner, keeping herself just to the outside of any ledge they happened to cross. It was probably for the best, because in the short time that Kim had been around the blond, it was even plainer to see that Tara hadnt been focusing on all the aspects of Runner life. The girl definitely wasnt a fighter, no matter how well those long legs moved.
There hadnt been a way to make up the lead that the other Runners had on them, so Kim had arranged for Wade to plot the fastest route from Old town to the NCPD building, once he found out that Monique was being held there. The direct route had involved two train jumps and a lot of cross traffic, but theyd made it in one piece, barring a few near slips on Taras part, but the girl was still alive. Kim did her best to not deal in might haves.
By the time they got close enough to see what was going on, the party had already started without them. The first explosion across the street was more than enough to let Kim know that Ron was taking this serious, and maybe a little personally. That he was going this far for was understandable on a certain level, and it certainly wasnt just because the two of his crew were in a tight spot. It was all about Monique, the redhead was sure of it, and that was what rankled Kim.
She swallowed the scratchy feeling that had been in the back of her throat since finding out Monique had been put on the chopping block. Ron had charged off at a moments notice. That feeling, it didnt quite go away, instead choosing to catch in her chest, a stubborn splinter. Was it jealousy? She wasnt sure, and she didnt care to pick at it and risk digging up something bitter and ugly.
Think we should get down there, the brunette put her hands on the ledge, watching the crowd scatter as gunfire cut the air following a second explosion. Its a mess.
Hey, I can see Ron, Tara chimed, pointing out another distinctive blond, one of the few that were racing up the stairs, into the courtyard rather than away from it. Is he crazy, she leaned against the ledge next to the brunette.
B shook her head, Maybe, but hes pulling it off, her gloves curled on the concrete, as long as he doesnt get a bullet in his ass on the way out. Pulling her eyes away for a split second, she shot a glance Kims way. Still want to get in on this? Down below the gunfire continued to ramp up as the Blues regained their equilibrium.
Something isnt right here. This is more than just a publicity stunt, Kim narrowed her eyes, mind racing. Theres no way they didnt expect the 33s to show up. So, why the shitty setup? They had plenty of time to get more people into position, the redhead considered the other buildings, scanning the windows, and rooftops for likely sniper positions. Why let them slip the trap? She knew she was missing a piece of the puzzle, but there wasnt a whole lot of time to debate the hows and whys.
But, there was someone who did have time on his hands. The redheaded courier dialed up her handler. Wade, youre following the situation? I need you to tell me what Im not seeing, she pulled the other women away from the front side of the building while waiting for a response.
Both Bonnie and Tara shared a questioning look, but jogged after Kim, who was making her way over to a fire escape on the side ledge. Are we just going to wait on her, the blonde pulled at her friends arm. I dont want to be too late.
The taller 33 frowned, but had to concede that waiting a few seconds longer probably wasnt going to make a big difference. Besides, Kim was right about this mess. It wasnt sitting well with her either. All of them had been dealing with the Blues long enough to know how they liked to do things. Personally, she was already angry with Ron for running off without making sure everyone was in on this. Not that she got along with Monique all that well, especially not after Kim left.
Two years, it was both a blink of an eye, and a lifetime ago. Thinking back, she wasnt particularly proud of her own part in contributing to the redhead cutting ties with them. Really, the brunette had been only thinking of getting some small satisfaction from watching Kim get a dose of reality in her rose-colored world. Not that any of them really had it great, either then or now. But, for the redhead, things just always seemed to fall into place. Like the world treated her just a bit better than everyone else.
That was a bunch of bullshit, B knew. Kim had it no better and ultimately, a bit worse than the rest of the crew. Especially after nearly everyone all but stabbed her in the back. Too many of the other runners had similar feelings about the redhead for it not to have turned out the way it did. B looked from Kims back to Taras expectant face. She didnt bother really making a comparison. It was automatic. Kim still came out on top, and everyone else could only watch as the redhead continued to climb, past each new limit.
Tara, B paused, making sure of herself.
The blonde frowned, not caring for the way B had been staring after the ex-33. Youre letting her decide for us, Tara reluctantly confirmed without really asking. She didnt need to, she knew the brunette better than anyone, or so she liked to think, and it was the same for B and Kim, once upon a time. Tara really didnt want to hear B say it, so she gave the brunettes arm a faint squeeze and just nodded her head, letting her know that it was fine by her. As long as they all got home after this was over, it didnt matter who called the shots.
Its bound to be better than my plan, B conceded. Mostly since her best idea was a repeat of Rons performance. After all, it seemed to be working out fine, despite their collective misgivings on the Blues behavior. But, that was also the heart of her own decision. Habits die hard after all, and it was just easier to let the redhead take the reins. Bonnie had to fight to keep the edge of a smile from her lips. If she could ignore the gap between them, it would almost be like old times.
Well, there was Tara to think of too, though B was positive the blonde wouldnt do much without a word from her first. In turn, Taras dependence kept B on her toes, kept her sharp. Not that the shorter girl was spineless, quite the opposite in fact. Just that B understood the blonde needed someone to point her in the right direction sometimes. A firm hand to guide her. In return for that, B found in her, someone that she could trust not to let her repeat old mistakes. A friend that wouldnt stand by and watch her get stabbed in the back; someone that she didnt have to see on the other side of the mirror.
Keeping one ear on the sporadic gunfire, Kim waited for what seemed like a full minute before Wade got back to her, his voice coming in clear over the ambient noise.
Kim, you need to get out of there, as in right now. Its not just the Blues, Hench is in on it too. I picked up a few stray comms, theyre sending in three teams. Cordons are up already further down the main drag, the urgency was plain, though his voice was rock solid.
Damn it, I knew it, the redhead turned to try and see if she could spot the roadblock, but the glare from the sunlight against the buildings down the street was too much. How much leeway do we have?
Maybe three blocks, if that. Hold on, there was a small click as the line switched over, then Wades voice came back after a moment. Sounds like theyve started to tighten it.
Even though they couldnt see the actual blockade, the three runners watched as the traffic down below began slowing to a crawl a few buildings away. It was going to make a getaway all that much harder.
For Tara and B, they could only hear Kims side of the conversation, but it was easy to tell what was going on from such a vantage point. Down below, Ron and the others wouldnt see a thing. But, they would figure it out in short order, once the flow of traffic stilled completely.
Let me know when Hench actually has people on the ground. Watch the trains too, if the shut those down, this is going to be a really short run, Kim left the line open, but faced the other two. Hench is throwing in with the Blues on this. We have next to no time before more guns show up, but we need to let them know the Blues are just buying time, she didnt bother specifying who them was, it was plain the way her face tightened as she said it.
So, were just going to hit the ground running and hope for the best, that it, B cocked her head, thats the greatest plan Ive ever heard.
I was hoping for a bit better myself, but the direct approach works best, most of the time, the redhead brushed off the undisguised jibe. Shed heard too many similar remarks pass those lips before. It usually happened when the brunette was trying to cover for her own shortage of ideas. Or she was just being snotty for no good reason. Either way, it had stopped mattering to Kim the moment she left old town. There was no reason for her to let a little weak sarcasm slow her down.
I was thinking more along the lines of how we are supposed to get everyone past whatever little surprise theyve got cooked up for us, B stepped over to get a better look at the sea of chaos. Theyve got a few patrol cars coming up fast, all blues though, none of those damn vans, she spat. It was common enough these days, that every runner in the city knew that the unmarked black vans meant trouble. Jack Hench, the founder of the global security company, too often played for keeps, and none of his employees seemed to bat an eye when it came down to pulling the trigger on a runner, armed or otherwise. Black vans meant nothing but trouble.
Kim understood where B was coming from, Wade tells me that more company is on the way, three vans worth. If we can warn everyone to fan out, theyll have a bitch of a time just trying to figure out who to go after. Especially with all that gear slowing the Blues down. One of us just needs to get the word spread, she spun on her heel and made for the fire escape that jutted out a good extra three meters from the ledge. It would make the jump to the next roof childs play.
And the rest of us, B voiced her suspicions.
The redhead called back as she made the effortless landing, What else, we could use some distractions of our own.
Kim was already off and running as the two 33s pushed to catch up. Together the three of them dashed for the next edge, which would put them almost directly across the street from the Police Headquarters.
B grit her teeth and pushed her legs just that little bit harder to pull up along the redhead, Just whos supposed to be the bait?
That depends on which one of you is faster. Its your call this time, not mine. How good is she, Kim slowed a tad as they got closer to the edge.
What, Tara? Maybe a little less than I was, when we met. Shes quicker than me though, if thats what youre asking, the brunette matched the ex-33s pace, and could hear the blonde nipping at her own heels. Why?
They reached the end of the roof, where Kim slid to a halt with the side of her foot snug against the lip of the ledge. Because, the faster one goes after Ron and the rest, she scouted the ledge for the quickest way down, spotting a water pipe that would do. It looks like the Blues are trying to pin them down while Hench sends in his troops.
Indeed, her words appeared to strike true, as the scene unfolded on the street. The three of them watched as the fleeing crowd began to thin, and more than a few disappeared under the tide of sneakers and dress shoes, either knocked down or victim to a stray bullet. It was easy to pick out the Runners from the white collars, just by the way they moved. As they watched, the Blues started to rally and more of the officers in armor flooded out from where theyd been waiting in the wings. Already, Kim could count at least two fallen Runners, but they were too far away to identify with any certainty.
Get moving, theres no more time, Kim hopped over the side and snagged the pipe, Tara, you go after Ron, or whoever you can get to quickest, let them know Hench is on the move, and the roads are being cut off. Well keep them off your tail, she spared no more words and quickly slid down the pipe three stories, dropping neatly atop a dumpster in the alley below.
Im doing what, Tara goggled, still having trouble with the idea of running toward the Blues instead of the other way. Then again, maybe that was better than actually trying to get them to shoot at her. She wasnt sure she cared much for this plan at all. It wasnt like she had much of a choice, she realized. B and Kim would have their own problems soon enough. Were talking about this when we get back, B, she promised as she shimmied down the pipe almost on top of the brunette. She was starting to recall just why she didnt really like the redhead, and it had little to do with the recent memory of the choke hold Kim had put her in, probably out of spite.
The brunette tuned the muttered complaints raining down from above, and concentrated on not twisting her ankle on the dumpsters angled lid. She was having similar thoughts about Kim as it was, and the redhead was right about one thing, this wasnt the time for a wandering mind. Each of them would need to be on top of their game. Just because they were at the relative safety of street level, didnt mean that they could slack off. Catching a bullet was just as fatal as a missed step upstairs.
Dropping down from the dumpster, B heard Tara land just after her. Dusting her gloves, the brunette turned to go and almost walked right into Kim, who apparently hadnt moved but two or three steps since hitting the ground. Whats going on, I almost busted my nose on your big head, she cut off anything more that she was about to say as she noticed that the redhead was ignoring her and was holding herself in a loose combat stance. Leaning out to the side, B suddenly feared she would be staring down the wrong end of a gun.
But, the mouth of the alley was empty of either Blues or Hench goons, there was only a single woman blocking the way out to the street. Kim, what gives, to say the brunette was confused was an understatement. As far as she could tell, the woman was unarmed, and her skin was unnaturally pale, almost translucent. So much so, that B wondered if the woman was sick. Whatever the case, Kim hadnt so much as budged in the last five seconds. Cmon, whats the problem? Theres three of us, and one of her, she pointed over the redheads shoulder.
Kim thought about the concrete pillar this one woman had cracked with a single blow. Then she considered Taras less than stellar fighting ability, and stacked that up with her own last experience fighting the brunette, How many fights have you been in since last time, she asked out of the corner of her mouth.
Bonnie tried to figure out what that had to do with anything. This was basic math, 3 to 1 odds were shitty if you were the one on the wrong end. Just the usual, nothing bigRon tries to make sure we stay out of too much trouble. Im just as good as I was last time I kicked your ass, so lets go, were wasting time, she made to shoulder past Kim, but the redhead shot out a hand before B could take more than a step. The brunette found herself pinned to the side of the dumpster, the hell are you doing!
And Taras not as good as you. You probably wont let her be. But, thats beside the point, Kim released her grip. Ive been pushing hard since then. Very hard, because I dont have anyone out there to watch my back, she shot the brunette a sideways glance that held a deep hurt that disappeared before B could be sure she wasnt imagining things. And she, Kim put her guard back up, did a pretty good job trying to hand my ass to me last night. I dont think its going to matter if there are three of us, or not.
Tara got down and pulled at her friend, Let her do what she wants, youre right, there probably isnt a whole lot of time. You and me can go around the back way. Maybe we can head Ron off before they get too far.
Up until that point, Shego had kept out of the little powwow going on. They might be in a rush, but right now, she had all the time in the world, and didnt have to worry about dealing with any cops, or going to that jerk Jack Hench to ask for help. The redheaded thief had dropped right into her lap, and now she even had a little name to go with the face, Kim, Shego spoke faintly, almost as if she were tasting it, and found it missing something.
Apparently the thief heard her, and the raven haired woman found herself once again the subject of a sharp gaze, one that was entirely too serious. Shed had time to think about it, think about the chase that shed been led on, and the subsequent fight. It was clearly a challenge. It had been a very long time since someone had come along to test her, and it was high time she did something about it. There was meaning in testing your limits, in pushing yourself to be better than you thought you could be. Shego could tell that this woman understood something similar.
In fact, the redhead all but said the words to her short-haired accomplice, right after putting the brunette in her place in a way that Shego could appreciate. But, just watching the redhead for a moment was enough to convince the head of security that the thief desperately needed to lighten up. A challenge was good, and a contest of wills was fine, but walking around with a stick up your ass wasnt supposed to be a public affair. Taking a few steps toward the waiting trio, she decided to kick things off, Kimmie, Shego smirked at the expression the newly christened nickname evoked. It was like the redhead was trying to burn Shego to a cinder with the force of her glare alone. Im willing to make a deal. But only this once.
That got their attention, and the three Runners all looked toward the tall pale woman. Kim spoke first, What are you talking about, what kind of deal?
Its pretty simple really, and very generous of me, If I do say so myself, as she spoke, she took off her shades, folding them deliberately, put them into a small case and into an inside jacket pocket. You tell your friends to scoot, she made a shooing motion with one of her hands. Im sure they can entertain themselves for a few minutes, what with all the partying going on out there, the noirette waited for that to sink in. Honestly, she didnt care what they did, as long as they didnt get in her way. Out of the two, only the brunette with the feisty look was worth a second look. The blonde wouldnt last a second, and Shego didnt want to have to get her jacket dry cleaned again. Shed scotch-guarded it after last time, but the blonde looked like a real bleeder.
The three women shared a confused glance, but Kim decided that this was already working in their favor. Still, something about the way the pale woman was almost hiding a smile bothered her And, she prompted.
Now, Shego did grin, and it was all teeth, and Ill help you get that thing out thats been bothering you.
Kim wasnt quite sure what the woman was talking about, but she was starting to get an idea, especially when she noticed B looking at her kind of funny. She was probably going to regret this, what would that be?
Bonnie and Tara shared a look, and B interjected, I hate to break up, whatever this is, but were going since it doesnt look like she, the brunette jerked her chin toward Shego, doesnt seem to have a problem with that. When it was obvious that the pale woman wasnt making a move to stop them, the two 33s took off for the street.
That left Shego and Kim alone, and the pale woman continued as if nothing had happened. She walked up until the two were nearly toe to toe, You know, that stick that youve somehow managed to jam all the way up your ass. You should be more careful with your hobbies, Kimmie, Shego was rewarded immediately with a reaction, and was doubly grateful she put her shades away. She leaned back to avoid it and leather still brushed her nose.
Her own hand snaked up to catch the redheads wrist as it retreated. Shego was more certain than ever. This was what shed been searching for. The smile returned in force as she twisted and applied a wrist-lock. Before she could get a solid hold, the redhead in her grasp flipped sideways and broke Shegos grip, knocking her off balance when she had to block a hidden kick that went for her neck in passing.
As Kim inverted herself, she lashed out again with a second kick that connected with Shegos hip, sending the taller woman stumbling backward and giving the redhead the time she needed to spin around back onto her feet. Not wanting to give her opponent the same chance, she darted in and hammered a tattoo of quick strikes against that leather jacketed guard. Strikes which were soaked up like water.
Youre pretty good at that, just a little higher on the right side, Ive had a wicked knot there for the longest time, Shego made an appreciative noise in the back of her throat. Though actually, her left arm was starting to go numb; the redhead was deft with those bony knuckles, digging repeatedly at the nerves buried in Shegos thickly muscled forearms.
If the woman was willing to sit there and take the assault — Kims eyes widened and she darted back several steps out of reach. Just in time too, as hands passed through where her head had been not a second before, clawed fingers snaking back with only a few strands of red hair to show. Hooked fingers that had been aiming for her eyes. The woman might act like she was playing around, but there was serious intent behind that faade. This wasnt going to end with them both just walking away again.