Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 7
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Two Gravities
Chapter 4 part 2 of 3
So far, Kims expectations of the day were being let down. Things had been going off without a hitch the moment she left her apartment, and she was starting to think this whole plan was a bad idea, and she made a habit of listening to her gut feelings.
Shed caught the Green line that would cut a few minutes off the trip to old town, the section of the city that was quickly being swallowed up, lost to the rapid pace of recent development.
She supposed some small part of her would lament the eventual demise, but the rest of her, the stronger part, decided that it was the sound of progress, no matter how ear-grating it might be. The city would continue to swell and grow, a giant snake shedding its skin, growing stronger and more poisonous with each cycle. Still, it was her city, and no one deserved to be crushed underfoot just for the sake of it. Not even a cheating prick and his thirty three hoes.
The courier frowned as she leapt from the top of the train to catch her footing on the roof of a truck that was driving near the rails, just within range if she pushed off hard enough. She made it, and squashed herself flat against the top, just in time as the truck went through an overpass. Maybe she wouldnt cut it quite so close in the future, she thought, wincing as the dull throb in her injured arm picked that time to start acting up again.
Rubbing her arm as best she could in her uncomfortable position, with the lights in the underpass ceiling whipping by just a little too close for comfort, she hugged the truck a little flatter, one of the few times she was actually thankful for the slim build shed inherited from her mother.
Eventually, the tunnel ended, and she could sit up as the truck exited back into the glaringly bright sunlight. Sitting there cross-legged, she watched a few street signs go by, and estimated that it would be a good ten minutes until she was close enough to hoof the rest of the way on foot. That was, as long as her unwitting ride continued to go straight. If not, catching a better ride from the top of a truck was preferable to that of a speeding train. Less risk of accidental death this way too given the city speed limit.
She didnt have to worry, as the truck took her right to where she wanted to go. Home sweet home was just around the corner.
Even with the area being an older part of New Eden, it still bore the distinctive angular construction and gleaming facade, the underbelly of which was slowly beginning to show. Ten years wasnt so long in the scheme of bigger things, even if it was almost half a lifetime for the former 33, and her old friends.
To her, she might as well have stepped back into a picture of two years ago. Everything looked the same, even if it felt like another ten years has passed in the meantime. It wasnt just that her job took a lot out of her, contrary to what she might claim to anyone that asked. It was more that she had changed, had been given a chance to spread her wings beyond what she once knew.
Kim no longer had the luxury and the safety of numbers, the comfort of a friends shoulder to lean on. Yes, there was Wade, but theirs was a working relationship, if you could call it that. The two of them were something between acquaintances and friends, stuck in that fine gray area, though he was technically her boss in a certain sense.
No, she could count her friends on one hand and still have all five left, waggling in the wind. Sometimes she thought about that, and what it said about her, but that was just another reason to run, to keep moving faster than everyone else. It wasnt her fault that no one else was good enough to keep up.
Had been good enough, Kim amended, feeling the faint pulse of pain that gnawed at her arm. She was going to have to train harder. The pale woman had beenstrong; it was the only word that came to mind that the courier was willing to accept. Yes, she couldnt afford to let herself get caught off guard like that again.
Making her way quickly through the narrow alley between the buildings that were steadily shrinking down to no more than three or four stories tall, the redhead vaulted up onto a fire escape to gain the high ground. The last thing she wanted right now was for them to notice her first. That would guarantee the loss of any street cred she might still have with the older members, assuming there were any left. She hadnt bothered to keep track, though she could have asked Wade; her Tracker kept in professional contact with the 33, if only to get whatever edge he could on the actions of both Hench and the Blues.
As she mounted the roof, Kim congratulated herself on a job well done, because the moment she popped over the top of the ledge, she caught sight of someone on the next building over. Luckily, whoever it was had their back to the redhead, so she made use of that to move quickly between the vents and over to duck behind a satellite dish that completely hid her from view.
With an eye out for any other surprises, she scanned the rest of the rooftops in sight. They were all clear, so she took a peek around the dish and watched her clueless buddy across the way. Now that she was closer, there was no doubt that it was a member of her old tribe.
The tattoo was a dead giveaway, as were the purple and orange bands that she could see dangling from one wrist. It was a bit harder to guess gender at this distance, due to the baggy gray hoodie that the 33 was sporting, but Kim was willing to bet her hard earned cash that it wasnt a guy.
That wouldnt be Rons style, no matter how many of his runners that the Blues nabbed. Not that there werent men working for him, just that they had better be damn good to make the cut. Kim didnt get that vibe from this 33. Not one bit, and it only drove home exactly what had changed since shed been gone. Quality. The redhead was a stickler for that, especially from those she had to potentially trust with her life.
Maybe it was time to find out just how low the standards had sunk.
Kim made it across the remaining distance and was flying through the space between the two buildings to touch down on the edge almost exactly behind the 33. Her sneakers met the concrete ledge with the faintest of taps, and got no response. At this point, the redhead was less than two feet from the back of the 33s hood, well within striking distance were she to be so inclined. She was so close, she could smell a faint hint of strawberry body spray. If this was a guy, her ex had more troubles than shed thought. And if it turned out this girl was resting her eyes on the job, the 33s were in for a load of shit. Kim found herself grinning, and it wasnt the least bit nice.
Having already given all the warning she was going to give, the courier slipped down from her perch quieter than usual, and all but pressed up against the painfully unaware 33. With a quick jerk, Kim shot her left hand up and around the back of the hood, while snaking her other under the girls right arm, and across the throat, putting the 33 in a tight figure four choke hold.
As the 33 gasped and began to struggle, Kim was already sidestepping and dragging the clearly evident girl away from the ledge and over to the nearest cover behind a roof access door. By the time she got there, the 33 had fallen limp in the couriers grip, so the redhead cautiously relinquished her hold, propping the willowy girl in a sitting position against the rear of the roof access. Shed used a submission hold, so she knew the girl wasnt unconscious, probably had one hell of a crick in her neck, but still in the waking world. Playing possum wouldnt get her very far, certainly not in this sitch.
You can cut the act, Kim crouched down on one knee so she was eye level with the girl, and reached out to push the hood away so she could get a good look at just who she was dealing with. The wavy blond hair and a slightly rounded face were familiar enough to her, despite sporting a ponytail. I dont think you want me to slap you, Tara. Open those baby blues, so we can have a few words.
Tara winced, cracking one eye open to stare at the redhead. The downed girl rubbed at the side of her neck where Kim had dug her forearm in. K-Kim, did you have to sneak up on me like that? This really hurts.
Good, that means it worked. Now, mind telling me what exactly youre doing up here?
Huh? Im supposed to meet B. Shes the only one I could get in touch with. What about you, the blond asked trying to get back to her feet.
Kim stopped her with a hand on Taras forehead. Nope, not so fast, and dont worry about me. What do you mean Bs the only one you can get in touch with, where are the others?
Tara went cross-eyed, focusing on the hand that had her pinned. I think theyre all with Ron, gone after Monique and Becky. You heard about that right? Thats why you came back?
Not bothering to answer, the courier was lost in thought for a moment. She needed to contact Wade and see what he could find out. If theyd already left, then what little there was of her plan had just become dust in the wind.
Can I get up now?
Kim felt the blond start to push herself up, but paid no mind, pushing down a bit harder to keep her in place. The other 33s save for one were probably already halfway to the central precinct, if not there already. There was no way she could make up that kind of time, especially since Ron was fond of taking the trains. Damn it, she knew this was a dumb idea to begin with.
Please? This is kind of embarrassing.
Shh, Im busy. Sit there and be quiet, and Ill let go. Think you can handle that?
Um, yes?
Good, Kim removed her hand, and dialed up Wade, just as she was about to press the connect button, another blast from the past interrupted her.
Get away from her, an annoyingly familiar and snide voice shouted out from another adjacent rooftop.
B! Apparently it was enough to perk Tara back up, and the blonde tried to leap back to her feet only to have her legs swept out from under her, plopping her on her ass. Ow.
I didnt say you could get up yet, Kim frowned, clicking her KPS off. She turned her attention to the unwelcome guest, and one person she had hoped not to run into. Ron was one issue she could deal with, however grudgingly. B wasanother matter all together. Or at least a horse of a different shade, if the redhead were being more honest with herself.
Apparently, the woman in question hadnt yet realized that it was Kim she was dealing with, and proceeded to come bounding across the rooftops to remove the threat to her friend.
Kim waited until the 33 was almost on top of her before she struck. Its been a long time, Bonnie. Glad to see you could drag yourself up to join the party, the redhead was gratified, able to tell the very moment that her words penetrated the charging brunettes thick skull. She actually saw the meaning sink in, and the expression on Bs face was priceless. From anger, to surprise, to something approaching unbridled rage and a dash of that old jealously bubbling to the surface. But, it also stopped B cold in her tracks.
Y-youyou think you can waltz in here? Come crawling back like nothing happened, the brief moment of rage had fled and the brunettes voice chilled to the bone. You fucking walked out on us, there was a flood of accusation in that single statement, spoken like a final truth.
Well, I came back. Sorry if that inconveniences you, your highness, Kim took a step away from Tara, not breaking her gaze from the brunette.
Get the hell out. I dont know what youre thinking of doing here, but its not wanted. Turn around and walk away before I kick you over the edge myself, Bs face was a mask, hiding her emotions now, much better than in the old days. Shed always held most of the 33s at a distance, but this was a chasm in comparison.
You know this isnt just about Monique. The Blues are planning something, and its big. Bigger than us, Kim took another step. I dont want to be here any more than you want me to. But, its serious this time. I just came to help, thats all.
Just so you can run away again after its over, the brunette stared hard at the other runner.
I think you made it clear exactly how welcome I am. Besides, Im not sticking around to deal with Rons bullshit a second longer than I have to.
Rons not here right now, the brunette remarked offhandedly.
So Tara told me. I dont remember him being an early riser, well there was that one time, the redhead shrugged. Good thing I didnt pay for a train ticket to get here.
They dont do refunds after midnight anyway, B finished the old joke between them, a bit of her mask crumbling despite herself.
How long ago did everyone leave, the redhead steered the subject back to the kind of drama she could handle at the moment.
Bonnie shook her head, Im not sure, Tara woke me up, she glanced at her watch, fifteen minutes ago. So anywhere from thirty to an hour, she broke eye contact with Kim and turned to the blond and arched a brow.
Tara had since gotten back on her feet and was dividing her attention between the other two runners. She checked herself as soon as she noticed Bs unspoken question. I called you as soon as I found out, B. Twenty minutes, tops.
Well, thats just great, Kim groused, rubbing the bridge of her nose. For Ron, a twenty minute head start might as well have been an hour. The shit was going to hit the fan before she got halfway there. The only reason she knew it hadnt already begun was that Wade wasnt frantically trying to get in contact with her. I knew this was going to be a bust.
What are you going to do now, B fielded, albeit with an almost uncomfortable reluctance.
Im going to see if I can find out whats going on, and wing it from there as usual, the courier flicked her KPS back on. and the two of you?
Tara glanced at B, waiting to see what the other 33 had decided. They hadnt really discussed a plan of action yet, theyd agreed to meet up first.
Were going after them. I cant just sit around here, and they might need an extra set of legs in case those armored goons show up.
The redhead nodded, I was thinking the same thing. If Hench Co. isnt involved by the end of this, something is incredibly wrong.
Kim, B hedged a bit. What I said a second ago, about kicking you off the roof, I didnt, she stopped short when the redhead held her palm up.
Save it. Nows really not the time. Ive got Wade on the line, the runner turned her side to the 33s, focusing on getting all the information she could out of her Tracker. All three of them were going to really have to push it, if they hoped to try and make the least bit of difference in this. There was no room for anything else in her mind.
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A/N: Part 3 will be more action and less talky. I give you my word. The thing with Bonnie is totally out of left field, but whatever, just roll with it.