Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 6
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Two Gravities
Chapter 4 part 1 of 2
There was a distant tone that should have meant something, but it escaped the pale form twisted up in a mess of sheets, for a long few seconds. Eventually, an arm worked its way free and fumbled around on the nightstand to shut the irksome thing up. Fingers closed around the base of the phone and snagged it. Mm, what, Shego garbled into the cordless handset.
Yeah, uh huh, she sat up as best she could, tossing the offending linens to the side. The voice on the other end of the line rose in pitch, and she had to hold the phone away from her ear until the yammering subsided. No, no I didnt, ruffling her hair, she made a face at the dry taste in her mouth. Maybe a cup of espresso would get rid of it, or a cold glass of orange juice. Hang on, Ill be there as soon as I can, or as soon as she felt like going. Shego didnt relish the thought of combing through security logs, or standing around while her boss tried his damnedest to tear her a new one. I dont know, twenty, thirty minutes? More if the traffic is all fucked up.
The phone got a little quieter. Huh? What the hell do you think? You just woke my ass up, Im not a freaking night owlLook, Ill get dressed and meet you there in as close to thirty minutes as I can manage, rubbing her temple, she did her best to calm down. She hated driving across the city when she was pissed. If she let herself get all worked up now, it would make the day just that much longer.
Shego let her boss go on again for another minute, keeping most of her opinions to herself. Sure, Ill remember just who signs the paychecks, got it. Yeah, twenty minutes. Ill be there, she pressed the call button, cutting off the rant that had started up again. For a genius, her boss was incredibly dense on the simplest concepts, and constantly found new ways to irritate her.
Tossing the handset back on the cradle, she stretched, working the kinks out of her back, and invariably reminding herself of the little workout shed had the night before as a sharp twinge of pain lanced through her side. Gh, she dropped her arms and prodded gingerly around her ribs. There was no visible swelling, but she was sporting a faint set of bruises. Damn, girls a skinny little firecracker, Shego recalled the hits that the redheaded thief had slipped in under her guard. Maybe the cameras had caught something that would help identify the girl. Satisfied that she wasnt anything more than a bit sore, Shego rolled out of bed and padded to the kitchen to get a pot of the good stuff brewing while she got herself ready for work.
By the time all was said and done, Shego shifted her R8 into park in the underground lot of the Lipsky Building just past seven. On the off-chance that the girl had gotten away with anything, an extra hour after an entire nights head start, wouldnt be making much of a difference. Besides, other than threatening to cut her pay, she didnt believe for one second that her boss was going to do anything as drastic, as say, firing her. Hed had a hard enough time getting anyone near as qualified as her to work for him in the first place. Outsourcing the job was no better an option either. Not when the only available manpower in the city belonged to Jack Hench.
Besides, for all the yelling and complaining he did, the two of them had been working together for the larger part of five years now. Unfortunately, she knew him probably better than he did himself, and he understood that, in his own strange way. For that reason, he placed an inordinate amount of trust in her, not just for the noirettes various skills, regarding most of what was actually going on within the rest of the company, not just the main complex.
Frankly, far too much of her bosss plans disturbed her on one level or another, but she paid it little mind, at least until any actual results showed. Until then, she considered them the idle dreams of a reclusive eccentric.
Locking up her car, she headed to the elevator and up to the office suite of Drew Lipsky, to get on with round two of their morning chat. Hopefully, her fashionably late arrival had given him time to cool down, but it was a very faint hope.
Getting off the elevator, Shego shook her head. It never ceased to annoy her that the building was becoming exceedingly personalized. As such, many of the facilities and rooms, not excluding the elevator shed just exited, and employee washrooms, featured piped in music that was set to customized playlists. An ID chip embedded in certain uniforms would trigger the music on entry, and apparently to avoid conflicting lists, Shego found that her chip overrode nearly any other list playing when she walked in. The problem with that was her boss personally set up the playlists.
It had been going on for about a week now, and so far, shed only ever heard hers playing. It was a four song rotation, none of which were songs she particularly liked, and certainly not after hearing them constantly playing faintly in the background. The only benefit shed found was that people had quickly learned to shut up and at least look busy when she popped by to check on things.
Thankfully, she found she didnt have to deal with it in several places, one of which was past the double doors she was currently stopped in front of. Placing her hand inside a small plastic dome on a stand just to the right of the office entrance, she waited until she felt an all too familiar sting, and watched as the dome glowed a brief green before she removed her hand.
Identity confirmed, Sheri Gordon. Welcome, Sheri Gordon. an electronic voice informed her from the stand. Honestly, it was another pet peeve of hers. For reasons that she didnt particularly care to dwell on, Lipsky had rigged most of the computer terminals equipped with vocal status confirmations in a rough approximation of Shegos own voice. It wasnt exactly hers, but it was close enough that only a moron wouldnt notice the similarity. Her only consolation was that very few systems in the building supported the voice software, and thus barely a handful of people working here even knew about it.
Yeah, stuff it. Let me in already. And, stop calling me that, She groused, for the upteenth time. Complaining wouldnt do any good, since the system wasnt set up to respond to anyone but Lipsky, as far as she knew. It never spoke to her, aside from the standard greetings, that the raven haired woman could recall. Which was fine, since she hated the sound of her own voice coming from anything but her own lips. Probably why she never left messages, and only spoke to her boss directly whenever the occasion arose.
Which reminded her, as the doors finally opened, she would have to see about getting him to replace her phone. It had been a work related accident as far as she was concerned, so it should be fully covered under company expenses.
Across the polished floor, Drew Lipksy was sitting behind his desk, attention slowly moving from the row of monitors on the wall away toward his Head of Security as she strode in. Punctual as always. How glad I am to find that some things you do can still be counted on, snide though his words might have been, they were lacking the earlier manic edge. Folding his hands across one another on the desk, he stared at Shego with a critical eye, as if weighing something intangible.
Im here arent I, she said, folding her arms. Now was one of the times where she had trouble deciding if his stares were supposed to be intimidating, or just a creepy leer. A long scar down the left side of his face that turned just at the corner of his mouth, lent credence to the latter. Shed never gotten around to asking what it was from, and her boss had never volunteered the information, even the first few times after hed caught her involuntary stare.
Yes, there is that. But, why must you always stroll in on your own clock? Youre on company time, my time. Not Shego time, he leaned back away from the desk. Start keeping that in mind. There are things that depend on quick responses, and last nights incident might very well have been one of those things.
I showed up as quick as I could, she started to say more, but realized that it would be better to argue with a wall.
In that speed demon of yours, I dont doubt you were flying down the road, Drew nodded, before pointing a remote at one wall monitor.
Hey, its a classic, dont knock it just because you pedal around in that tiny claustrophobic box you like to call a car, she unfolded her arms to wave a hand disgustedly.
Quickly or not, the intruder still managed to get away. You of all people, know that there could be dire consequences if certain information were to be leaked out. I didnt spend all that time and money getting the permits and contracts to build this complex just to have it yanked out from under my feet because you werent good enough to catch a girl half your age, he pulled up a composite image of said intruder on the monitor, taken from the cameras from the stairwell.
Shego stared hard at the image as it rotated, giving them a detailed approximation of the young courier. It was the first real look shed gotten, given the lack of light when the two of them had fought under the bridge. The girl, who did appear younger than herself, was probably in her early twenties, if that. But, either way, certainly not half Shegos own age, that was for sure. Five or six years younger, at most. She mentally filed the insult away for later. This was important and she didnt need to get sidetracked into a shouting match with the boss man. Any idea who she is, or who she works for?
Thats precisely what Ive been trying to find out since I arrived two hours ago. Since youre here, Ill leave it up to you. I know where she went in the building, but the question is why. There are the clones to consider. I believe the last progress report was at sixty-seven percent.
And, just where did she get to, Shego tried to get him to clarify. Sometimes, well, most of the time, she found talking to him was akin to pulling teeth. His was definitely not a simple one-track mind.
Didnt I just say? She came in and made a beeline for Lab 3B, the scowl on his face served to deepen the scar as it creased.
3B, the Head of Security had to think for a moment, drawing a mental map of the building to figure out which Lab that was. Then she had it, and it made more sense as to why her boss was babbling about his latest side project. Oh, that Lab, she said as it dawned on her.
Yes, that Lab. She wasnt in there for more than two minutes, and there doesnt seem to be any tampering with the equipment. However, the Doctors arent due to come in until ten, he finished.
Shego rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling like she should be pacing back and forth across the floor in frustration, Can we just call them in early? It would help to sort this out, as fast as possible. Isnt that why you got me up at the crack of dawn?
They need to be well rested for their work. Especially at this late stage. Its vitally important that they are clear headed and focused, he paused, giving her another of his weird glances, Just as I expect you to be, at all times. Thats why I pay you the big ones.
Did he actually just say that, she wondered. The pay check wasnt all that great, to be honest, but it was a lot better than her last job, that was for sure. Shed even been able to afford restoring her dads old pride and joy, the R8. And the hours, except at times like this, were pretty cushy, she admitted. Even if it meant putting up with Lipsky in large doses. So, where exactly do you want me to start looking?
I told you Id leave it up to you. But, if you insist, we might do well to check with the New Eden authorities. Failing that, you may have to stoop to dealing with that tiresome Hench Company, the tone in his voice was almost dismissive, and Shego knew that there was no love lost between her boss and Jack Hench.
After all, Hench Co. had been trying to muscle in on this particular bit of real estate ever since it had gone on the market. Word had it that they wanted to build another training facility. It was no secret that Hench was financing a small army. What he planned on doing with that many shock troops was anybodys guess, and a major concern for the city as a whole.
But, the sticking point had been the last two years when the polls showed that crime was down more than thirty percent already, ever since Hench Co. started contracting out its forces as armed private security in the business sector downtown. If there were two things that stopped idle mouths, it was numbers and money. Hench just so happened to have both.
But, the cops, they were another sticking point in Shegos book. It had been a long time since she and the boys in blue had been on anything other than rocky footing. It was only exacerbated now that she was in her current line of work. If you werent part of Hench Co., you were nothing better than a cheap rent-a-cop. At least she was licensed to carry a weapon. It wasnt much, but it kept her off the bottom rung of the law enforcement food chain. Got it, Ill get right on that boss man, the raven haired woman spun on her heel and headed for the door.
Sheri, I thought I told you to call me Drew when were in my office, he spoke just as she reached the doors.
She paused in mid-stride, When you stop calling me that, Ill start thinking about it. Shego bit off, then continued on her way when it was obvious nothing further was going to be said. If there was one thing that really got her steamed, it was people continually referring to her by a name she thought she left behind a long time ago.
Unfortunately, it was still the one on all her official documents, so it kept getting dragged out into the light unexpectedly. Not that it wasnt for lack of trying. Shed changed it twice, and then stopped bothering after that. It turned out that her mother had particularly effective lawyers, and moving halfway across the world hadnt altered that fact one bit.
Pulling the doors shut again as she left, Shego headed back down to her car. The one bright side to this crappy morning was getting to drive around instead of being stuck, wandering around the building or cooped up in her office. The roads of New Eden were infinitely more exciting in comparison.
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A/N: Sorry for the delay. I’ll have the rest of the chapter up ASAP.