Kim Possible Porn Story: Two Gravities Chapter 5
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Two Gravities
Chapter 3 part 2
By the time Kim finally dragged herself through the door of her apartment, she was exhausted. Too tired to do anything more strenuous than slip her shoes off, the redhead navigated across the mess of clothes and boxes strewn across the floor, boxes that shed never bothered unpacking even after having lived here for the past six months. Aside from the little table in the kitchen, there were exactly two pieces of furniture in the front room, a glass and metal entertainment one that shed cajoled out of her parents house just before moving to New Eden.
The walls were painted a light shade of blue, but like the rest of the place, devoid of any personal touches. Likewise, the kitchen was a scattered mess of delivery cartons and take-out boxes, and a few unwashed cups and dishes waiting patiently in the sink. All testament to the redheads on-the-go lifestyle. It wasnt much, but it was home.
Dragging her feet, she blindly thumped against the door to her bedroom until it swung open under her weight, spilling her into the room where she collapsed in a heap on her bed, dead to the world at large.
Lost somewhere between the front door and the bed, Kims KPS flashed a silent plea.
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Kim, Ive been trying to reach you since last night.
The redhead was currently staring bleary-eyed at the screen of her communications device, debating not for the first time the merits of flushing it down the toilet. Sure, this whole thing was her job, but lately it was feeling like she couldnt even get a day off once in a while. She was only human, and thus could only keep going for so long before something broke. Yeah, sorry. I noticed a few missed calls, figured it was you.
No one else can call you on this equipment.
Kim rubbed her good arm across her face, wiping away the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes. Can it Wade. I feel like hell, and its too early for me to struggle with your lame attempts at humor.
You started it, Wade shrugged, visible on the tiny screen.
And Im sorry for that, Kim picked up the unit and carried it over to set it down on the countertop in the kitchen, brushing aside a box of junk. So, sitch me, she continued clearing space around the coffee pot, trying to figure out where shed tossed the rest of the unused filters.
Kim, you look like something the cat dragged in.
Thanks, I wasnt going to say anything about that rat clinging to your chin, but since you brought it up, she shot over her shoulder, grumbling something about invasion of privacy and sticking to audio mode.
On his side of the screen, Wade scratched at the weeks worth of stubble hed been unsuccessfully trying to cultivate. He still couldnt understand why his dad could grown a sick beard while it felt like he had to coax out each hair individually. Hed been trying on and off again, shaving every day for two months straight after his seventeenth birthday last year, and the best he could do was a half-decent goatee that the redhead had nixed as soon as shed caught sight of it. After that hed tried again at a full beard, but apparently the ladies didnt find patchwork facial hair all that attractive, if Kims reactions were anything to go by.
Wade, if its that much trouble, I dont know if Im up for it today, Kims voice cut through her Trackers musing.
No, sorry, its not that, the young African-American assured his lone employee. Got sidetracked for a moment.
The redhead succeeded in locating the filters and popped the top on a small fresh can of imported coffee, very rare these days, that shed received as a gift on one of her deliveries last week. She didnt accept tips, but some of the long term customers she dealt with had found that she had a hard time declining small tokens of appreciation, usually things that would easily fit in her ever-present courier bag. The coffee had been one of the more practical ones of late. Lay it on me Wade, Kim said, turning to stare at the little display on the counter across from her.
Wade hedged for just a moment, now that he was faced with a serious pair of green eyes, sleep-addled though they might be. This was part of the reason hed taken to dealing with her through mostly audio communications. He found it harder to talk with her face to face as the years past. This wasnt the fresh-faced idealist hed met six years ago. The young woman on the other end of the connection was far more practical, a little jaded and prone to bouts of cynicism. But, she hid it well, especially if you didnt know her personally.
Outwardly, hed come to find that Kim acted pretty much the same as back then, but the difference being that it was almost forced at times, like a mask that she was loath to put on. The redhead even hid herself from him a lot of the time, behind banter and words, though Wade suspected she wasnt always joking when her words hit closer to home than he would have liked under normal circumstances.
But, he didnt really blame her for it. He knew full well where the majority of the fault lay. Even if it wasnt any one thing in truth. That was just life, especially in this city. It was the government, the leash on the media, the grime and corruption that flowed just under the shining mirrored faade. It was her brothers, the November riots, the college students killed by the actions of the city security forces, the loss of her two closest friends. All of it. It tore at Kim, and he of all people was in a position to see it clearest, even if there was next to nothing he could do about it.
So, he did what little he could, and that was finding more work to keep the redhead busy. As a Runner, she didnt have the luxury of time to sit and think, to dwell on the past and problems that she had no control over. There was only the next drop to concentrate on. Wade thought it had been working marvelously, at least until Hench Co. had put their hat into the ring.
Thats when the game had begun to change. The inherent dangers in Kims job practically doubled, and it hadnt helped when the riots set off the Blues, setting the Law on edge in the city, forcing them to tighten their hold. There was a general crackdown on the spread of information, mass media and even personal communication, all under the guise of limiting the chances of the threat of another organized armed protest, or the ridiculous death toll of the November riots of the previous year.
Now, two of Kims old gang had been caught, hopefully only cooling their heels in one of the Blues precincts. He hadnt caught word of any trials, and that was probably the thing that worried him the most. Well, other than Kims reaction to the news hed been trying to tell her since the night before. Its Monique. They caught her last night, Wade paused as an unreadable expression flashed across Kims face.
Hench, Kim forwarded softly, as if she were afraid of the response.
Wade felt himself relaxing as the hard look flashing behind her eyes softened just a tad as he shook his head. No, luckily for her, it sounded like the Blues set the whole thing up, using the presence of Jacks units as a diversion to spring an ambush.
Then they were working together, the redhead put forth.
No, it didnt seem like it. I think the Blues were just playing off of Hench, probably just a lucky break. You know how Hench practically broadcasts the position of his men when he sends them out. Its not a very effective practice other than as a deterrent. At least, thats the impression I got at first. But with this, well, Wade frowned.
Theyre changing the rules of the game, Kim finished for him.
Its not just that, Kim. Im not sure if weve ever really been playing the same game this whole time.
What are you talking about? I havent had any real problem dealing with them yet.
Not until they broke out the firepower, Wade pointed out.
Well, there is that. Which is why I keep off the street. The Blues arent nearly as effective up in my playground.
And Henchs men?
Kim grunted non-committal, turning to see the coffee pot was at the halfway mark, another minute or two and it would be done. Already the heady aroma of the Jamaican blend was tugging at her.
Thats what I thought, Wade watched her fiddle idly with the handle of a coffee mug, seemingly fascinated with a spot in the cup that he couldnt see from his vantage point. As he waited for her to say something, he couldnt help but notice the way she was absently cradling her right arm just under her chest. You never did tell me what happened last night.
The redhead started at his comment. What are you talking about? The drop? You know I made it. Just because I couldnt get a confirming signature doesnt mean that I didnt do my job, Kim shot a dry look in the direction of the KPS.
Kim, you know thats not what Im talking about. Whatd you do to your arm? You missed your ride, and you were under that bridge in the aqueduct for a good ten minutes. I think the least you could do is give me an explanation.
I told you, I ran into a little trouble, and Im still here, arent I? I took care of it. the courier spoke, holding her injured arm up. This, I might have fractured. It hurts something fierce, but it doesnt feel broken, and it looks like the swelling went down overnight. Give me a day or two, and Ill be back in top form. So, no worries.
Kim, Wade wasnt so easily put off by her sudden levity. If anything it was suspicious, but as usual the redhead just turned the subject around on him.
Look, we both know that Im not the problem here. You called me about Monique, right? The Blues have her and Im not too sure how I feel about that right now. I have little love left for that woman, her or Ron, she made a face and spat out the name as if it were poison. But, that doesnt mean she deserves the kind of treatment shes likely to get, not if Im not dishing it out to her.
It doesnt even sound like shes up for trial. You know what that means.
Shit, are you sure? Thats ridiculous. Keep checking.
Thats what Ive been doing since last night when I got the news. Theres also nothing set up for the other Thirty Three they bagged. Theres no love lost between the higher ups and the Runners on the streets. I think theyre planning on using these two as an example. It makes the most sense.
The redhead frowned, closing her eyes to think for moment. The beeping of the coffee pot brought her out of it, and she filled her mug with her good arm. Blowing on the steaming liquid, she cradled the mug and turned her gaze back to Wades tiny face. You know I cant just let them execute her.
No ones expecting you to. But, this isnt like making a drop. You arent just going to be able to waltz into the Blues precinct and pick up two wanted criminals just like that. Not only that, but you just admitted to me that your arm is probably fractured, if not broken. If thats not a liability, I dont know what is.
Kim flexed the hand in question, unable to hide the wince of pain on her face. Wade was certainly right about the arm being trouble. I dont think Monique has two days left for me to sit around on my ass while this heals.
I cant answer that, not right now anyway. Ill need to look into it more, and maybe risk snooping around deeper into the system. At this point, your guess is as good as mine. We could have a week to pull this off, or we could have as little as a day. I wont know until orders are posted one way or the other.
And I dont like that.
Its the best I can do right now. On the bright side, the other runner they caught hasnt been sentenced yet, so they could be waiting, hoping to make a bigger bust. For all we know, the Blues are aiming to take out the whole group in one fell swoop.
The courier took a tentative sip of her coffee, determined to enjoy some part of this morning. Are you trying to slip me a not so subtle hint?
A hint? I dont know what you mean. Im just saying my info is limited. I dont need to tell you that, Wade paused. We might work together, and I try to think of this as more a partnership. Its not like youre just the legs, and Im just the brains of our little business. You have contacts that I just dont have access to, he stopped at Kims raised brow. On a trust-worthy level anyway, he amended. Like it or not, youre the face that people know and like. Wade scratched at his sparse beard absently. Or so youve pointed out now and then.
Wade, you know I didnt mean the thing about the rat, the redhead lowered her eyes, feeling a little bad about the knock on her bosses appearance when she knew it was a sore point. It didnt matter that hed started in on her first.
Thanks, but thats not quite what I meant. I can get into the 33s system well enough, but I cant exactly talk to them one on one. Not after the city took most of the grid down. But, you, you arent limited by the grid.
Hell no. Im not talking to that prick.
Kim, youre hurt. If you want to do this, you could use the help.
Wade, no. Justno. Kims coffee sploshed around as she tried to make an x-ing motion with her arms, to ill effect.
They might try something on their own, and play right into the Blues hands.
So, if theyre going to take a crack at it anyway, why do I have to try and coordinate something? Cant I just use them as a distraction, you know, slip in when the Blues are occupied?
Thats the whole problem, we dont know when, or even if, theyre going to make a move. If this goes down, its not just going to be a few arrests. The Blues will probably claim its an attack on the city, and use it as an excuse to get them out of the way permanently. If it pans out, whats to stop them from instituting a manhunt on the remaining Runners? Where does it end?
Damn it Wade, you better not have been planning this. I dont want to talk to that cheating snake, much less have to see him, and potentially have to work with him on this.
If there was another way, believe me, wed use it. I dont like this idea of you going after the Blues, trust me on that. This isnt a job, just remember that. Neither of us are getting paid. We can just walk away.
And let two people die, when we might have been able to stop it? Give an excuse for the Blues to run wild over the city?
Yes, its always an option.
It was never an option, you knew that as soon as you told me my ex-best friend got caught.
For what its worth, Im sorry, Kim.
Me too Wade, me too. Give me a little while to get myself ready. Ill do it.
Im behind you all the way.
Well talk about this later, after its done. I dont appreciate being backed into a corner into seeing Ron. Not after all this time.
All right, Ill keep that in mind. Just let me know when youre set to go.
The redhead reached across the counter to turn off the display screen. She finished her coffee in silence, wondering just how the hell her day had just been so utterly screwed. Monique, Im so going to own you after this, Kim muttered over the lip of the mug. It was going to be a long long afternoon.
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End Chapter 3
A/N: Added a few paragraphs to the end of Chapter 3 part 1, so if anyone is re-reading this, might want to go back and check that part out as it adds to Shego’s backstory. Merry Christmas, and Happy Holidays to you all!