Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 8
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Two Gravities
Chapter 4 part 3 of 3
Shego could tell there was something going on around the NCPD building the moment she pulled onto the main drag. The traffic was bumper to bumper, and she could see two of the citys News vans parked sideways in front of the police station, blocking off the entire left lane.
The R8 pulled around the block for the third time, and she thumped her fist against the steering column in frustration. This is just freaking great. Im not walking two damn blocks just because I cant find a single parking spot. Screw this, and then she spotted it, a truck pulling out from between two cars on the opposite side of the street. Downshifting, she floored the accelerator and flipped a U-turn at the next intersection. If someone snagged that space before she got there, they were in for a world of hurt.
Blowing past a sedan that had its turn signal on, Shego edged across the double lane and sidled right up in front of the empty space, edging in backwards with practiced ease. The driver shed cut off blared his horn twice, slowing down to flip her the bird.
Yeah, fuck you too. Shoulda been faster, grandpa, she snatched up a pair of wraparound shades from a case behind the gear shift. Though still early, the sun was already glaring down on the streets, and she had more than a block to go on foot; that called for a little extra.
Pausing to give herself a once over in the vanity mirror, she flashed her reflection a sleek smile, Thats what Im talking aboutnow, lets get this done. With that, Shego stepped out, ready to deal with the cops.
The New City Police Department Headquarters building wasnt quite the monolith like the Spire in the center of the city, nevertheless it dwarfed the majority of the nearby high-rises and several of the skyscrapers. It was a beacon of Justice, a blazing blue and white symbol to the citizens of the city, that there was someone to watch over them. An ever vigilant bastion that stood tall and unbreakable during the day, and burned as a torch against those that roamed the streets at night.
Frankly, there was something to be said about their idea of what exactly constituted justice. Personally, the Head of Security for Drew Lipsky didnt particularly care for them or the way they handled the criminal element. Not that she considered herself a paragon, or anything of the sort. Anyone in the city could tell you that the unofficial motto of the NCPD was, Power perceived is Power achieved, that or Shoot first and Question never.
The first one was something that the raven-haired woman could understand, for she put something similar into practice in her own line of work. But, hers was show and tell. She would show her new employees the various shapes she could bend a piece of rebar into, and then tell them that if they fucked up, she would do the same thing to them. It was a tried and true method of keeping the machine oiled and running smoothly. Most of the time, until recently anyway.
By the time Shego arrived at the building, the crowd shed seen gathering at the base of the stairs leading up to the courtyard was much larger, and now there were roughly thirty of New Edens finest working a cordon. The officers were decked out in full tactical gear, and the line wasnt budging as no one in the crowd looked too anxious to risk milling too close.
It also meant that she was probably going to have a bit of difficulty getting in to speak to anyone, at least until whatever was going on wrapped up. Which meant waiting around in the steadily rising heat, as more and more people showed up. It was already starting to get on her nerves. Wasnt it enough that Lipsky was sending her all over the city, put up with an anal retentive like Hench, and law enforcement that she didnt exactly see eye to eye with? There was no way she was going to stand here and listen to every idiot in the city yammer on while they waited for the show to get started.
Near the top of the stairs there was a podium that everyone seemed to be fixated on, being set up. A few moments later three officers exited the building and headed toward the stand. Shego recognized the thin, balding man in the middle, decked out head to toe in the NCPD dress uniform. The two flanking him to either side were, like their fellows manning the cordon, suited up in light riot gear. This had her slightly curious, since it wasnt often that the Chief of Police made public appearances. The man was almost as notoriously reclusive as the Mayor these days.
Of course, this meant that the likelihood of her getting in to talk to anyone had plummeted drastically. Especially with all the heightened security in place. Already, she picked out several plain clothes cops milling in the throng, and more cops in riot gear were standing ready at the side of the building. Just what the hell was going on here?
She didnt have to wait long for an answer.
The Chief reached the podium, and leaned in toward the microphone, Citizens, people of New City, today there can finally be restitution. As all of you are painfully aware, on the sixteenth, we lost a fine leader, a man by which our own standards will forever me measured, and a light for the future, Robert Pope, he paused for a moment aware that everyone was now hanging on his words. We have, in custody, two of the individuals involved in Roberts untimely demise, the crowd gathered at the base of the stairs erupted in a frenzy of shouting, yelling and scattered applause.
Waiting for a moment as his officers began reigning in the more vigorous and vocal in the gathering, he continued on, and by unanimous decision, as well as approval from Mayor Callaghan, we have opted to deal with these insurgents immediately and publicly, to put a stop to any further radical movements within our fair city, he all but shouted into the mic, and the reaction from the crowd was understandably twice that of before.
So much so that a dozen more police, in the dark blue t-shirts sporting a blazing white CPD logo across the chests next to shiny silver badges, came out from the sides of the station to pacify the crowd. It appeared that they werent paying particular attention to whom they calmed down. Shego took that as her cue to distance herself a bit more from the uproar, backing off from the edge of the people.
Above, the current head of the citys law enforcement went on with his speech, I assure you, the incidents last week are a thing of the past. The City will continue to move on, with your safety and well-being our primary concern. And to help illustrate that, we will show what happens to those who flagrantly buck the system, bring discord and incite anarchy, he waved a gloved hand and the doors to the building opened once more for the arrival of four people, two were officers who were escorting a pair of young women between them, hands bound behind their backs.
As you can see, the threat to peace knows no age, no gender. It corrupts our youth, and must be stamped out before it spreads. Compromise only weakens the pillars of the system, and that is something that New City, no, the Worldcan ill afford. We are the corner stone on which the future is dependent. There can be no weaknesses, no flaws in construction. We drew a line when we were asked to take up our charge, and it has been crossed. So now, here on this day, we make clear our stand, and let this be a message to those that would strive to undermine that bright future, the Chief slapped his hands on the podium, staring out across the faces of New Eden.
Shegos eyes widened marginally. This was a lot more serious that shed first assumed, even given the presence of the Chief of Police. He was making it sound like they were about to hold a public execution, with the express approval of the Mayor, and doubtless the City Council. This was the kind of crap that fueled the riots back when the legislation for New Eden Estates had first passed. While she hadnt been living in the City at the time, she remembered the news clips and the ensuing media backlash that eventually pushed the Council in the direction of establishing an official, sanctioned and sanitized media outlet. It was also the beginning of the city wide crackdown on both private and public access to electronic information.
That had all been nearly twelve years ago, but it still lingered in the minds of the people, some more so than others, as evidenced by the dissenters present at this little gathering. But, time had tempered and faded most of the old wounds. An entire generation had almost grown between then and now, in the shelter of a gleaming soap bubble. This was all they knew, and all the freedom they needed to stretch their wings.
Looking at the two young women that were being led like sacrificial lambs, it was glaringly obvious that some birds werent blind to the guilded cage they lived in. That self-same gift of sight also granted them just enough rope to hang themselves with. It was a heavy price to pay, one that appeared to have inflated ever since the trouble with the servers downtown last week. Only a fool wouldnt be able to make the connection between that and the death of the high-powered Attorney being groomed for Mayor in the coming election.
Unfortunately, unless you happened to be present at either event, the spin doctors controlling the public broadcasts effectively disassociated any connection that could possibly form. Though there were some that had ways to get around that, should they be so inclined. On that count, Shego had kept her nose clean, preferring to let things work themselves out. That had been then. This, circus act, the NCPD was putting on, it stankbig time.
On the outside, it appeared to be nothing more than a publicity stunt to assuage the populace that, Nothing is wrong. We have everything under control. If something bad happens, you can trust that it will be fixed, permanently. That was the heavy-handed message they were sending out, never mind the glaring wrongness about it.
Behind the stand, the ringleader for this particular performance made a grand sweeping gesture, We do not take pride in this, but there is simply too much at stake to let everything weve worked so hard for, the independence weve struggled to obtain, be threatened. Here, let it be known that we deal a blow for great Justice, against the threat of this terrorism, his tone was low and his words carried the weight of the authority he was tasked with carrying out. It sounded like he believed in what lay behind his speech, making it all the more potent.
There was a simultaneous splatter of applause mixed with a more subdued cry of outrage that was quickly buried, smothered under the promise of violence to come. Shego could taste the sense of abject surrender, the bland mindlessness that these sheep had been culled to in the span of one single decade. Hell, the City might as well drug everyone and call it a job well done. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth, something that she would gladly do any number of things to get rid of in an instant.
Disgusted, she started to turn away from the proceedings. The heavy feeling in her gut would only get worse the longer she hung around. There was no need to stay and watch this unfold. She knew how it would end, and worse, that she was contributing to the madness a little more each day. It was her job, after all, and unlike the professions of the Chief, a good bit of her took pride in the ease with which her presence alone could crush someone under the heel of her boot. An empty feeling of pride, but even that meant that she was feeling something. Anything was better than the blank stares that she found washing over her, filling the streets of New City, and New Eden held the worst of it.
So, she did her part, and brought emotion to these soulless ghosts. Everyone needed something to believe in, after all. For this raven-haired woman, that something was that which she wrought with her own two hands, no matter that it killed her softly, more and more each time she opened her eyes. That was the hardest part of all, becoming aware that you were in fact, your own worst enemy. Then again, that was the kind of life one found in this wonderful garden.
She didnt make it more than a few steps when all hell broke loose behind her. The clapping and yelling turned to screams as two distinct gunshots went off in the crowd, and the black clad woman spun around, ducking low to avoid any potentially stray rounds. It was too hard to see just what was going on with people scattering every which way as the cops in riot gear rushed to tighten hold the line. In the courtyard, the Chief of Police was being covered by his two escorts, and was already being ushered away toward the relative safety of the bullet proof entrance doors.
Just as the disturbance appeared to be settling down, there was a muffled thump from somewhere above, and several windows on the NCPD building blew out, raining down shards of tinted glass. Along the sides of the building, the officers waiting around began to scatter to avoid the falling debris. Likewise, a few of those manning the cordon abandoned their posts, dashing away as a second explosion went off higher up.
Heedless of the danger, several of the younger people in the thinning crowd took advantage of the gaps in the line, sprinting through, over and around the guards, clearing the stairs in the space of a heartbeat. They made beeline for the two girls, one of whom was already dealing with her captor in an impressive display of legwork.
As the glass settled, and the distraction became apparent, the officers holding back in the wings began to regroup and burst out into the open under a short burst of covering fire. The teens in the square took that as the sign to scatter, fanning out and bolting for anything they could put in between themselves and the cops.
Still partially bound, the two girls made a good show of vaulting over a row of potted plants and onto the edge of concrete that lined a group of trees heading out toward the street. Behind them, right on their heels, a lanky guy with mussed blond hair was yelling something that Shego couldnt make out over the pot shots the cops were taking at them.
Flattening herself against the short wall that surrounded the perimeter up to the stairs, she avoided the stampede of the swiftly dispersing mob, while keeping herself out of the way of any negative attention from the officers in the heavier tactical gear. It proved to be a good decision as not a moment later she watched several people get tripped up in their haste and trampled in the process. Not a pretty way to go.
There was a crack and Shego saw a young brown haired man in a sweatshirt fall, taking two or three others down with him as his shoulder blossomed red, only to be lost in the shuffle. Either the cops were beyond caring about collateral damage at this point, or the kid had been taken for one of the so called terrorists. This thing was fast getting out of hand. It was time to get moving while the getting was good. Naturally, something just had to pick that moment to catch her attention.
A distinctive flash in the corner of her eye caused Shego to look upward, and there running at a breakneck pace along the edge of the roof of a building two stories tall across the street, were three lithe figures. Even at this distance, she could plainly see that the figure in the lead had a shock of bright red hair whipping behind in a long ponytail. Straining to make out details, the raven haired Head of Security craned her neck, squinting through her dark shades as the runner on the roof made a prodigious leap and disappeared down the side of the roof. It was too much of a coincidence for her to let it slide, so Shego made a snap decision, and damn the consequences. Squaring her shoulders, she charged into the thankfully thinning mass, bowling over several hapless bodies heedless of their fates. As far as she was concerned, the sheep chose their fate the moment they came to this damn gathering in the first place.
Shego had herself a thief to put the screws to.