Kim Possible Porn Story: Rangers Part 01 The Disappearance Chapter 2

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Location: NORAD, Cheyenne Mountain, Colorado

Colonel Collins looked at the Defcon board for a moment, gearing himself up for what come next. Then he returned his attention to the phone.

Confirmed General, we are now at Defcon 3. Please stand by Colonel Collins said. Then reaching into a drawer of his desk, he removed an Ear-bud. Unplugging the charging wire from it, he hooked it over his left ear and pressed the small button that would turn it on. The ear-bud powered up and was activated. Pressing a button on his receiver, the Generals voice could now be heard coming over the device.

Colonel Collins took a moment to look around the room at the men and women stationed inside. He didnt know them all on a personal level, but he knew something about each and everyone of them. Manning one of the tracking stations was Senior Master Sergeant Elizabeth Shackles and Master Sergeant Adam Thomas Mitchell; off-duty he had been given the nickname of ATM. Over at another bank of monitors were two Second Lieutenants: Jay McAdams and Isaac Washington. As he heard the door to the monitoring room open, he saw Airman Chris Matherson and Airman First Class Charles Freeman run into the room and head over to two monitors that watched US airspace.

Collins knew that at that moment, in bases all over the US, if not the world, Men and Women were rushing to stations like the one he was standing in: activating monitoring systems and turning those systems skyward.

Were getting more information now from the sensor net, Colonel Senior Master Sergeant Shackles spoke up; her voice was calm and carried a hint of an accent from growing up overseas. Tango Alpha 150 Delta is smaller then the Lowardian ship, but its bigger then the old NASA Shuttles.

Master Sergeant Mitchell, seated beside Senior Master Sergeant Shackles, checked some more readings and added Trying to get a visual fix on the target, Sir. Give me a moment or two.

Colonel Collins nodded his head even as he knew that Master Sergeant Mitchell would not see it, as Master Sergeant Mitchell was busy re-positioning a number of Earth-Observer satellites to look spaceward. Over the ear-bud, he could hear General Smith talking to some higher-ups. He figured it was someone on the Joint Chefs of Staff, but he could also hear the sounds of a group of individuals moving quickly in what sounded like a hallway of some kind. Thinking it might be humorous to watch a 3-star General running down any hallway, Colonel Collins was about to ask for another status report but Second Lieutenant McAdams beat him to it.

We have Tango Alpha 150 Delta on the Close Orbit Radar screens now, Colonel. Patching the coordinates to Malmstrom, Eielson, Edwards, and Andrews Air Force bases now, Colonel.

Tango Alpha 150 Delta is reducing speed, Colonel. Sergeant Evans chimed in.

Recalculating time to Orbital Interface, Sergeant Hartford added.

The door at the back of the room suddenly burst open, and in walked Lieutenant General Robert Smith, followed by a number of others.

Report, Colonel Collins Lieutenant General Smith called out the second he was inside the door.

Sir, Colonel Collins said as he turned to salute the General. Approximately 30 minutes ago, the system detected a new target that suddenly appeared from the dark side of the Moon. At that time, the system estimated that the unidentified target, Tango Alpha 150 Delta, was on a direct course to impact the atmosphere in aapproximately 48 hours. However, in the time that we have been tracking Tango Alpha 150 Delta it has changed course and speed at least twice. The last update has it now reducing speed.

Colonel Collins pause to take a breath, then spoke out clearly Status update, Sergeant Hartford.

Sir, Sergeant Hartford said, not looking up from his console, Tango Alpha 150 Delta has reduced its speed enough to enter Earth Orbit. Sergeant Hartford paused for a heartbeat. Whether we want it or not, I think we have visitors coming for dinner, Sir, he said with an unseen smile.

Colonel Collin watched Lieutenant General Smith press an ear-bud over his own ear and the whole room heard him say Yes, Sir, I recommend we launch the Interceptors now.

Got it, Colonel, locking on and getting a visual now, called out Master Sergeant Mitchell.

Put it on the big screen, called out General Smith.

The big status screen flashed to show static for a moment, and then a picture of a craft appeared.

The craft was white in Color with light blue trim on what appeared to be wing tips. The blue trim was also around what were clearly engine or rocket pods top and bottom as there was clearly rocket fire coming from one end of the pods. The blue trim was also running down the fuselage from the nose to about midway. The wings looked to be a delta configuration similar to the old NASA Space Shuttles that started just after the half-way point of the ship. There was what looked to be some kind of hatch just forward of the half way point down the fuselage, and on the upper one third of the craft, that looked to be quite large based on the size of the craft. Just past the nose, like the shuttles of old, there were forward facing windows. Using the windows and the hatch as a base, the ship looked quite large.

Tango Alpha 150 Delta has now achieved Earth orbit, Sir said Second Lieutenant Washington, calling out to the room at large.

Lieutenant General Smith again reached up to the ear-bud and informed whoever was on the other end of the new information.

Colonel Collins moved over to where Sergeants Evans and Hartford were sitting as he pressed his own ear-bud, deactivating it as he moved. Once there, he bent between the two men and spoke in a low voice.

Any thoughts?

Both Evans and Hartford looked at each other then at Colonel Collins before answering.

I dont think its Lowardians, Sir Sergeant Hartford said, also in a low tone.

I agree, Sir; the shape would appear to have some base in our own aerospace science fields Sergeant Evans added.

My thoughts, too Colonel Collins said, then stood up and moved to where Senior Master Sergeant Shackles and Master Sergeant Mitchell were. Once there, he again bent over and spoke in a whisper.

Evans, Hartford, and I believe we are not looking at the Lowardians here. Any thoughts?

Both Senior Master Sergeant Shackles and Master Sergeant Mitchell turned to look at Colonel Collins before answering.

I concur, Sir, but I really cant explain way. It just doesnt feel right. Senior Master Sergeant Shackles said. When the Lowardians were this close, we started to lose satellite commutation worldwide. But we havent at this time.

Colonel Collins turned to Master Sergeant Mitchell and he just nodded his head. With that, Colonel Collins stood up and looked over to Airman Chris Matherson and Airman First Class Charles Freeman, both of whom were nodding at him. But, before anymore could be said or before Colonel Collins could move, an alert siren called out from the speakers. Turning to look at the Defcon board, he watched it change from 3 to 2 Just seconds later; the base alert level went to 1.

Sir, Sergeant Evans called out, Tango Alpha 150 Delta is changing trajectory again.

One heartbeat later Sergeant Hartford added, Confirmed, Colonel Collins. Tango Alpha 150 Delta is now in a reentry trajectory, controlled decent.

Sir, Airman Matherson spoke up, I have conformation that interceptors are airborne from Malmstrom, Eielson, and Edwards, Sir, but at Tango Alpha 150 Deltas projected speed, based on the computer models, our interceptors wont catch it, and their missiles wont hit it.

Colonel Collins turned again to face Lieutenant General Smith, and found him sitting at his desk talking on the phone, and it appeared to him, on his ear-bud at the same time.

Yes, Sir, Lieutenant General Smith said into both phones, The code Invade1 is now on a reentry trajectory.

Lieutenant General Smith paused to listen to whatever the higher-ups were telling him as Colonel Collins again spoke to the room at large.

Status reports: Near Earth Orbit?

The space from the Moon to Earth is clean, Sir Sergeant Evans said.

Confirmed Colonel, came from Sergeant Hartford. No additional new targets on the screens.

Earth Orbit? Colonel Collins asked next.

Tango Alpha 150 Delta has started reentry. Sir, Tango Alpha 150 Delta is following a trajectory that is used by the Middleton Space Center for their Spacestation re-supply craft. If they continue to follow that course, they might be planning a landing somewhere in Colorado. Lieutenant McAdams informed everyone.

Washington? asked Colonel Collins.

Confirmed, Sir Lieutenant Washington said. Its on course for a landing in Colorado if they follow their current trajectory.

Colonel Collins, called an Airman that came into the center and moved quickly to stand beside Colonel Collins. Once the Airman was beside Colonel Collins, the young woman saluted. Colonel Collins had just enough time to note she was of Native American descent and was blond before she spoke.

Airman Wildhorse, Sir. We have just received a request from Global Justice for an update on the situation I think. Airman Wildhorse said the last two words with something that sounded like doubt to Colonel Collins. It took him just a second to understand the Airmans doubt.

Ill bet Dr. Director said, and I quote, Whats the Sitch? Colonel Collins said with a smile. Even with everything happening it surprised him that he could find a bit of humor in it.

Airman Wildhorse nodded, but the look on her face clearly showed she didnt understand the phrase or why Colonel Collins was smiling.

Airman, Colonel Collins said, Dr. Director married her fianc a few years ago. One Samuel Clemons Possible. He paused for just a heartbeat then motioned for her to follow him as he added. I bet the name Possible rings a bell with you, right?

Collins looked over his shoulder to see Wildhorse nod her head.

Shes spending to much time with her niece and step-daughter. Colonel Collins said as he and Airman Wildhorse stopped in front of General Smith.

General, Colonel Collins said, managing to keep the grin off his face, Ive been informed that Eagle Eye is asking, and I quote Whats the Sitch? unquote Sir.

Before Smith could answer, Airman Matherson called out to the room at large, and by what she said, Colonel Collins figured she didnt know that she spoke out loud.

Damn, thats one fast ship Airman Chris Matherson said, and with her Georgia accent making her sound like everyones stereotypical idea of a Southern Belle, it added a touch of humor to the room at large. Colonel Collins was surprised to find almost everyone giving a chuckle. Collins suddenly remembered his time monitoring a NASA Shuttle landing and his thoughts on what is, or was, really a powerless glider racing across the sky at over Mach 20.

And, that chuckle was just what was needed to take the edge off the tension in the room.

Lieutenant General Smith looked at Airman Wildhorse and said, Inform Isis that we have an incoming Invade1 that is heading toward her front door, Airman that is, if she is at Global Justice HQ under Middleton. If shes in that Bunker her husband built on his ranch, tell her that her brother-in-law is going to have some company soon.

Colonel Collins watched Airman Wildhorse salute Lieutenant General Smith and leave the room quickly. Making his way over to Airman Mathersons console, he said, not knowing his mind was still on Dr. Elizabeth Isis Director-Possible, Whats the sitch, Airman?

Thats one fast bird Sir. Airman Matherson said. Its approaching the California coastline at speeds that make the Blackbird look like a Piper Cub, Sir.

Well, the Blackbird could only go a little over Mach 3 Airman. Even the shuttles flew at over Mach 20 but they Colonel Collins said, but before he could finish, Matherson interrupted him.

Yes Sir, I remember the Shuttles glide speeds, but those were powerless flights coming in from orbit. Airman Matherson paused for the time it took her to draw a breath then kept going. Sir, this thing is not slowing down, and I mean the Blackbirds real Classified speed. I have the clearance, so I know what Im talking about

Before Colonel Collins could reply, Airman Freeman added, Its changing again, Sir. New heading has it targeting Montana and increasing speed.

Airman Matherson brought a hand to her headset. Colonel Collins thought it looked like she had been hit with a bat.

Sir, she said, Tango Alpha 150 Delta just flew by a pair of interceptors out of Edwards like they were flying backwards. Then she looked at Colonel Collins and mouthed Told you.

Get those planes out of Malmstrom over there fast. And tell those flyboys to go in weapons hot, called out Lieutenant General Smith, then added And tell then not to spare the afterburners.

The speakers sounded again as the Defcon level changed to 1. Then the room became quiet.

Sir, I have the Interceptors from Malmstrom, and Eielson in route. At current their current rate of speed, Malmstrom should intercept in 2 to 5, Sir. The flight out of Eielson, and a flight out of Canada, are both at full afterburner, but they will most likely arrive after Tango Alpha 150 Delta enters Montana airspace and dang near lands, Airman Freeman informed the room at large.

With Airman Freemans information hanging in the room like a cloud, it became almost silent with the only sound coming from the air conditioning vents.

Silence filled the room as everyone waited. In seconds, Airman Freeman updated the room.

Sir, Tango Alpha 150 Delta has now crossed California, and is entering Nevada air space. Holding course, but speed is still increasing.

In seconds, Airman Matherson added, Tango Alpha 150 Delta is now crossed into Idaho air space. Holding course, and still increasing speed.

Im putting the Malmstrom flight on the speaker Sir, Airman Freeman said, and then added Time to intercept in 6 5 4 3 21 Mark.

During the countdown, everyone could hear the pilots in the flight calling out to each other as they performed their own countdown. Before they came to one, everyone heard what they assumed was the flight leader tell a pre-determined part of his team to start a high speed bank so they would be flying in the same direction as the target. However, when Airman Freemans count hit Mark there were only two sounds that came over the speakers: One sound was like being passed by a fast moving train while standing still and the other was the sound of four pilots saying the same word at the same time.

Tango Alpha 150 Delta is now crossing into Montana airspace, holding course, but speed is still increasing Airman Freeman updated, but just as he finished Airman Matherson spoke up.

Sir, Tango Alpha 150 Delta has just changed course and speed.

Status, Airman? barked out Lieutenant General Smith.

Tango Alpha 150 Delta is slowing down… What the heck?

Report, Airman called out Colonel Collins.

Sir, Airman Freeman said, Tango Alpha 150 Delta was slowing down quickly, and then it just disappeared off the screen.

Everyone looked up at the big board. The dot that was TA150D was gone.

Silence filled the room for minutes as everyone looked at the board. Finally it was broken by Lieutenant General Smith.

I want to know how that is possible, Colonel; do I make myself clear?

Yes, Sir, Lieutenant General Smith. Colonel Collins said.

Lieutenant General Smith picked up the phone on Colonel Collins desk, entered a number, and started talking to someone on the other end.

Colonel Collins turned to the room at large and said, I want to know just where Tango Alpha 150 Delta disappeared. Then I want the boys and girls from Maintenance up here and insure there isnt a malfunction in the equipment. While they are on the way, get those pilots on the horn and have them start a search pattern over the last known location of Tango Alpha 150 Delta. Call in search helos from Malmstrom and get them on site.

The room suddenly filled with sound as everyone started calling maintenance and confirming with other bases on the status of TA150D. As some of the maintenance started arriving, Master Sergeant Mitchell called out.

Colonel Collins, I have the last confirmed location for Tango Alpha 150 Delta. Coordinates are 48 Degrees, 5927.78 North, by 106 Degrees, 42… But Master Sergeant Mitchell never finished.

Lieutenant General Smith intercepted him with a firm response:

Oh, snap

Lieutenant General Smith? Colonel Collins asked.

Let me guess, the location is within 50 miles of these coordinates, and then Lieutenant General Smith said a location that was almost a perfect copy of those started by Master Sergeant Mitchell.

Yes, Sir, General Smith, said Senior Master Sergeant Shackles.

The Lazy C Ranch, Lieutenant General Smith said, his voice dead level. Then under his voice, Colonel Collins thought he heard him say, Why does that not surprise me.

Lieutenant General Smith then answered with two sentences:

Colonel, get me Dr Director on the horn: Now.

He stopped for a moment, to a deep breath the added.

Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

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To be continued