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Enter the Naked Mole Rat	By : kwh Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Kim Possible appeared outside Dr Director's office the morning after the night before, and pushed the button to announce herself, there were few outward signs of the traumatic few hours she had so recently spent huddled on her bathroom floor. Perhaps if you knew her well, there were just the hints of bags under her eyes, and if you stared deeply into those same eyes, they were perhaps slightly colder than they had been just twelve hours earlier.
Compartmentalization really was almost a reflex for Kim, but nothing had ever been harder for Kim to put to the back of her mind than what she had seen from that dungeon on her closet door. Thus, despite her recent tribulations, when Kim was buzzed in to Dr Director’s office, she gave her customary cheery greeting and then added "And good morning Wade..."
Right on cue, Wade popped up on Betty Director's giant wall mounted video screen, and Kim noticed, and took secret delight in, the brief scowl of irritation that flitted across the eye-patch adorned Global Justice Director's normally impassive face. "Please sit down, Kim, and we can begin. Mr Load, may I have my screen back please?"
Wade didn't answer, but he did vanish, replaced once again by the Global Justice logo; both Betty Director & Kim were well aware that he was still watching and listening. "Thank you", said Dr Director, then paused for a moment before launching into the mission briefing with the practiced ease of somebody who had done it a thousand times before. Kim knew what to expect from her. 'Ground, Situation, Mission, Execution...', yadda yadda yadda. But Dr Director always gave 'good briefing', so far as she could judge... "Before I begin, I need to tell you that the following briefing is classified Top Secret. You may discuss nothing I am about to tell you with anybody outside this room unless expressly authorised by me. In addition, some of what I am about to tell you is also classified as Top Secret by signatory states to the Wolsberg Concordat, and under the terms of the Concordat you are also subject to criminal sanction under the national secrecy laws of the relevant signatory state or states. Do you understand?" Kim nodded her assent. She had heard the same spiel several times.
"OK, theatre of operations!", Dr Director began, in confident style. "This...", said Betty Director, tapping a button on her side ofthe desk which displayed a rotating 3D globe on the big screen, complete with relief maps of the continents, "...is Lo Pin's Island".
As she spoke, the globe stopped spinning over the Western Pacific, and then the graphic zoomed in first to the South China Sea, and then to the area South of Taiwan but North of a little cluster of almost invisible pinpricks labelled on the map as 'The Paracel Islands'. Finally the map zoomed in to the middle of the blue expanse of nothing until a tiny spec k appeared and grew into a 3D representation of what looked like a very big rock growing out the ocean. The 3D image morphed into a graphical fly-around of the island, and Kim got a sense of the scale of it from the tiny images of palm trees that became visible in the few places where there was a very narrow strip of sandy beach around the base of the imposing rock. Kim knew enough geography and geology to recognise that the black rock that towered several hundred feet above the sea at a slight angle was the volcanic plug from a volcano which had become extinct hundreds of millions of years ago. It reminded here very much of the Devils Tower in Wyoming, which she had seen once out of the window of her ride on the way back from a mission, but this was much, much bigger. And black. Only on the Southern side of the giant black basalt rock was there any more than a few yards of dry land, and that only in a wide but flat and tapering tail of palm-tree covered sand that decayed into a submerged sand bar and then a coral reef. Dr Director was patient while Kim studied the image intently, and waited until the teenager's eyes switched back to meet her one good one. "This island was first discovered and claimed by the Chinese under various names during the Chin dynasty, over 2,000 years ago, but they could find no purpose to occupying it, and it remained uninhabited thereafter. In the late 19^th century a German merchant trader became lost in a typhoon, re-discovered the island and claimed it eponymously for Germany as 'Klaustaffen Island'. Although it was added to the list of German possessions in the Pacific administered by the Colonial Office, it is believed that it received just a single 'sail-by' visit from a German Cruiser on a tour of German Pacific Colonies during the next 30 years. "At the end of the First World War, Germany surrendered her Pacific Colonies, and Klaustaffen Island was handed over to Japan under a League of Nations Mandate. A Japanese businessman immediately surveyed the island, discovered that the enormous basalt plug was riddled with huge caves and miles of vents and channels, and decided that it would make a lucrative South China Sea coaling station, when warships still depended on coal as fuel. He set to work with hundreds of labourers and explosives, enlarging the entrance of an existing massive cave in the cliff face on the Northern side of the island to turn it into a subterranean harbour capable of docking and loading coal lighters and barges. Sadly, by the time the coaling station and the accommodation for the expected workers was completed and ready to welcome its first ship, the Imperial Navy had largely re-equipped with oil fired vessels, the businessman went bankrupt and the island was abandoned again without ever fuelling a ship in anger and was soon forgotten. We have the civil engineers drawings for the layout of the coaling station, I'll send them over to Mr Load after...".
"Got them, thank you!", Wade's voice momentarily interjected over the speakers, causing Kim another momentary inward grin.
"Fine," said Dr Director curtly, and then resumed the briefing. "In 1941, the Australians dropped an observer with a short wave radio on the island by submarine, with the intention that he report on Japanese shipping movements in the South China Sea. In fact, not a single Japanese ship was sighted from the island during the remaining years of the war, but the bored observer filled his time exploring the island, the cave system and the coaling station. He was resupplied every six months by a Royal Australian Navy submarine, and in fact as a result of his exploration, they began using the abandoned coaling station as a submarine pen during their visits instead of ferrying supplies ashore in rubber boats. The observer drew sketch maps of the layout of the subterranean tunnel and cave network on the island during his time there, which I'm sure Mr Load already now has," she quickly pre-empted,"and at the end of the Second World War, with the defeat of Japan, the island was passed, fairly arbitrarily, into British administration, possibly because of its location, in between what was then Malaya and Hong Kong. In the 1950's, Great Britain was looking for a site to conduct nuclear tests, and surveyed Klaustaffen Island before selecting Christmas Island for its H-bomb tests. But before the signing of the US-UK Mutual Defence Agreement in 1958, the UK had plans for Klaustaffen island.
"In 1956 they landed over 2,000 Royal Engineers and Pioneer Corps troops on the island, who among other things blasted out the old coaling station entrance and the floor of the cave to allow it to take large cargo vessels, and cut several new miles of deep rock tunnel on the island, to accomodate a garrison, scientists and an assembly plant. We have no detailed plans for these works, mainly because Great Britain denied and has continued to officially deny that they were ever on the island, let alone planned to conduct a weapons test there. However, strictly deniable unofficial briefings from MI6, and the conclusions we have drawn from piecing together and analysing intelligence information from China, is that if America had not already been convinced of the mutual benefits of sharing its nuclear weapons technology with the British by the Christmas Island H-bomb tests, it was intended to detonate an extremely high-yield thermonuclear device on Klaustaffen island as a 'spectacular' demonstration, in order to provide the final impetus to the negotiations. Our analysts believe that preparations for the test were all but complete, although only a handful of those involved knew that that was what they had prepared for, and that an enormous thermonuclear device had been assembled in-situ. At that point the treaty was signed and rendered the project, which had no useful military application due to its impracticable size and weight, redundant. "Our analysts have deduced from the available intelligence that this device may have been as powerful as one hundred megatons in yield, which would have made it by far the largest thermonuclear device ever detonated before or since. Immediately the treaty had been signed, all work on the test was halted and instead a very deep vertical shaft was bored from within the island, we have estimated to a depth of at least two miles. Our conclusion is that the assembled weapon was far too big and far too dangerous to be transported back to the UK, so in clear breach of international law and of several retrospective environmental treaties since signed, it was instead taken down into the bowels of the earth, dismantled, and encased in lead. The shaft was then backfilled with many hundreds of millions of tonnes of reinforced ferro-concrete mixed on site using crushed rock spoil, to create a steel reinforced plug at least a mile and a half thick. Once the British were convinced that the nuclear material had been safely and indefinitely secured, they painstakingly removed all machinery, equipment and trace of their presence beyond the bare tunnel and cave network, and then withdrew, abandoning Klaustaffen Island entirely. We know that Britain has maintained remote seismic monitoring of the lower reaches of the shaft to detect any attempt to reach the dismantled weapon, and has secretly conducted five-yearly on-site inspections on the island to ascertain that the concrete plug remains undisturbed. For reasons that shall become clear, that has not been an easy task over the last forty years. Our analysts are convinced that this fissile material has remained entirely secure, that an attempt to recover it would be detected and interdicted years before it could be completed, and that it would in any case not be technically feasible. Furthermore we believe that nobody still alive outside the highest echelons of the British security apparatus knows that the material is even there, or how it was stored, and that only ourselves and the Chinese Secret Intelligence Service even suspect that it might be there. However, it is as a result of this rather unpleasant legacy, and the fact that neither nation would wish to be held legally responsible for the immense costs and risks involved in even attempting to properly clean the island up by removing this material, that it has acquired a unique status amongst the islands of the South China Sea; it's an island that nobody claims sovereignty and jurisdiction over!
"Every other island and island chain in the South China Sea, is disputed territory. Here...", the graphical display pulled back to show the entire South China Sea, with a small cluster of dots in the middle surrounded by a red ring, "..are the Spratly islands, about 150 tiny rocks poking out of the sea, claimed, and occupied, variously by China, Taiwan, Vietnam, Malaysia and the Philippines. And here...", another red ring appeared, "...the Scarborough Shoal, occupied and claimed by the Philippines, also claimed by China and Taiwan. Pratas Island, claimed by China, occupied and garrisoned by Taiwan. I could go on, but you will take the point that every rock, reef and sandbank in the South China Sea is the subject of competing sovereignty claims, except Klaustaffen Island. Everybody in the region has agreed for forty years that it is the sovereign territory of either the UK or of China, and both those protagonists have insisted that it definitely belongs to the other. In addition, neither country is prepared to do anything that might be seen to assert any sovereignty over the island. And that includes law enforcement!".
"Wow! An island with no law! That sounds like a great place for a lair!" said Kim, thinking aloud.
"Indeed", said Dr Director, "but the sitting tenant has never allowed it. While the island is beyond the reach of conventional law, nowhere is outside the jurisdiction of Global Justice!".
"Sitting tenant?" asked Kim, fascinated. Betty Director continued "In 1961, this man..."; the screen switched from the map to a grainy black and white police mug shot of a swarthy, heavily tattooed Asian man; "...Sudo Hamasaki, a career gangster from a long line of career gangsters, and more commonly known as Lo Pin, was Kumicho of a small Yakuza syndicate which lost a short but bloody turf war in the Tokyo underworld. He was forced to flee Japan for his life with the tattered remnants of his gang. They escaped by fishing boat, intending to head for Korea to regroup and rebuild, then return to reclaim their territory. Instead the fishing boat he escaped aboard was forced to turn and run easterly from a Typhoon and it was by pure chance that the boat came upon Klaustaffen Island and the Captain took shelter in the abandoned subterranean harbour. "Never one to pass up an opportunity, by the time Lo Pin had explored the abandoned cave complex; he had decided that piracy and smuggling would be a much better business than revenge and that this would be an ideal clandestine base for such an operation. When he realised that the island was in practice beyond the reach of any law, he no longer bothered to conceal his island base, de-facto renaming it 'Lo-Pin's Island'.
From his new safe haven, over the next three decades, Lo-Pin became the scourge of the South China sea. In addition to almost industrial scale piracy, capturing ships and stealing valuable cargoes to sell, often back to the vessel's insurers, he also ran successful smuggling and slavery rackets from the island. "On the high seas, his pirates almost always came off worst in encounters with naval vessels from any of the many nations whose shipping he preyed on, but the vast expanses of the South China Sea and the many territorial boundaries that hampered pursuits, ensured that the very most those who hoped to eliminate the threat of Lo Pin could hope to achieve was containment. In addition, Lo Pin was careful not to become so greedy that he forced anybody's hand and provoked any of the regional powers into a full on military assault on his island. Meanwhile, funded by enormous criminal profits, Lo Pin continued to develop his island fortress, garrisoning it with an army of mercenary bodyguards against either an assassination attempt or an attack from a jealous and greedy rival. In 1972, as a consequence of business dealings with the Hong Kong triads, he acquired a chinese born wife, who soon after bore him a son.
Loong Hamasaki was sent first to China and then to Japan to be schooled and groomed to one day assume control of the family businesses, under various assumed identities. "Loong shared his father's opportunism, ambition and physical presence, but also his mother's superior intellect. In addition to the best education that money could buy in China, Hong Kong, Japan & Korea, at which he excelled, he studied traditional martial arts from the age of three. He developed a fascination with and an enthusiasm for different systems of combat, with a bias towards traditional forms and styles, and became an accomplished martial artist, with black belts at 2nd Dan in Tae Kwon Do, and classical Jujitsu, and a third degree black sash in Hung Gar Kung Fu. By 1995, he had earned first class degrees in Marine Engineering and Political Science, and a Masters in Business Administration, and he had joined the family firm, responsible for negotiating on his father's behalf with the world's marine insurers for options on the return of pirated vessels and cargoes. "It was while Loong Hamasaki was visiting Lo Pin's island on business in 1995 that his father's luck ran out. Early in 1995, Lo Pin's raiders had hijacked a freighter that unknown to them was carrying a hundred million US dollars’ worth of Triad cocaine and guns hidden amongst its cargo. Previously whenever something similar had happened, Lo Pin had always quietly returned the illicit cargo to its owners for a token finder’s fee, in the interests of self-preservation. On this occasion, though, a Royal Navy helicopter happened to overfly the ship as it was being boarded, and its parent warship quickly overhauled and captured the ship. A later search found the contraband; Triad leaders blamed Lo-Pin for drawing attention to the vessel and put out a very large contract on his life. A small hit team landed on the Southern end of the island, evaded the bodyguards and we gather, used silenced weapons to shoot Lo-Pin, his wife, a butler and several kitchen staff dead as they ate dinner. Loong Hamasaki walked into the room during the hit, and tackled the assassins unarmed. He was shot and seriously wounded for his trouble but succeeded in raising the alarm and the assassins were belatedly killed by the bodyguards. Loong was treated on the island in a fully equipped intensive care unit, and as far as we know, recovered well from his injuries, but he was obviously deeply affected by what happened. He has not left the island since that day. He took over his father's nom de guerre along with his empire, also becoming known as Lo Pin. We have taken to calling him Lo Pin Junior to distinguish him from his father. Although he has absolutely no aversion to using the latest technology, he gained an intense phobia of firearms after being shot, banning them from the island on principle and declaring that the sentence for anybody bringing one to the island for any reason would be death. He has replaced guns with training in traditional martial arts and traditional ranged weapons such as longbows and crossbows. He established a 'martial arts academy' on the island, which apparently accommodates up to 800 students, and has been training his own people and selected students drawn from around the region ever since. We have only limited information concerning the works carried out within the island between 1961 and today, although we do know that there was no shortage of money to fund the project, and that Loong has made substantial further changes since he inherited the island. Mr Load no doubt already has what intelligence we do have in front of him, most of it derived from invoices for materials and equipment. However, externally we have satellite imagery which shows that since 1995 the southern plateau...", as the screen on the wall showed the island once again, and then rotated it to show the flat sandy area at its southern end, "...is now protected by underwater obstacles as shown, a laser grid, deep hidden man traps at the locations indicated, and several layers of razor wire. Detailed analysis is already with Mr Load, I'm sure!". Dr Director paused and deliberately took a sip of water from a glass on her desk, as if to deliberately punctuate the briefing. "OK, The Situation!", she continued. "Since Loong took over the family business, the volume and impact of piracy directed from Lo Pin's island has dramatically reduced. It is believed that the slavery operation has been more or less wound up entirely, and a much lower volume of drugs is being smuggled annually. Most regional powers have revised downwards their assessment of the threat to trade and social order that Lo Pin represents over the last decade. Lo Pin, meanwhile, has been successfully diversifying through proxies into legitimate global shipping, industrial and technology businesses. Lo Pin is not, and never has been on the Y-List, and is not therefore any concern of Global Justice. However, his not entirely unreasonable paranoia has generated a difficult situation, which both China & the United Kingdom - who are both signatories and members in good standing of the Wolsberg Concordat, have prevailed upon Global Justice to help them resolve. "When Great Britain abandoned Klaustaffen island in 1959, they intended that their 5 yearly inspections would consist of nothing more than an agent from the Honk Kong station of MI6 landing by helicopter with a clip board and having a quick look around to ensure that the concrete filled shaft was undisturbed. Instead, with Lo Pin in residence, the 1964 inspection was conducted by a covert reconnaissance team from the Special Boat Squadron who were inserted and extracted by a Royal Navy submarine. The same inspection mission was repeated every five years until 1994 without detection, incident or casualties. The teams swam ashore pre-dawn, infiltrated the lower levels of the island cave system, confirmed that no major civil engineering works were in progress, and then exfiltrated just before first light.
"By 1999, Lo Pin Junior had significantly upgraded security on and around the island after the assassination of his parents, making the inspection mission far more challenging. Nevertheless, the operation followed the usual pattern until the exfiltration phase, when the team were compromised. One SBS man was wounded by a crossbow bolt, a guard was shot dead and the team successfully exfiltrated, with the wounded man, before the body was discovered. "The discovery that unknown infiltrators had bought guns on to his island and killed one of his men so enraged Lo Pin Junior that he upgraded security again and massively so. The British were able to determine that part of this security upgrade included surrounding the island with active and passive sonar systems and a network of hydrophones, precluding future short-range submarine insertions. In 2004 the SBS inspection team was therefore inserted by canoe from a range of 60 miles. They are believed to have landed on the island successfully, but they then vanished, and are now presumed dead. "Obviously the British have the resources to put a team ashore against any opposition that Lo Pin can offer, but that would conflict with the diplomatic objective of not acknowledging any sovereign responsibility for the island. The Chinese also could occupy the island, but decline to get involved for the same reason. The British are also concerned that a further failed covert insertion attempt might prompt Lo Pin Junior to start asking questions that nobody has so far asked. "Neither the British nor the Chinese have any evidence that Lo Pin has done any excavation of the shaft. Satellite surveillance suggests that no significant quantity of spoil has been removed since the last inspection, and remote seismic surveys detect no deep tunnelling. However, there has been no internal inspection of the island for eight years now, and both the British and the Chinese have become twitchy. "Both countries have asked Global Justice for assistance, on the grounds that they would like us to sweep the island for Y-list entities, and oh, while we are there, could we just make sure that the caverns inside the mountain are not filled with several million tonnes of concrete chippings and let them know. Up until this point I have refused their requests - I am very keen to avoid Global Justice suffering from mission creep, and we don't exist to solve the non-Y-list related diplomatic problems of Concordat member states, especially at high risk to our own assets. However, your unexpected invitation to Lo Pin's tournament has presented us with a priceless opportunity to carry out this mission at absolutely minimal risk. "For the last 9 years, ever since Lo Pin first established his Martial Arts academy, he has organised a summer invitational martial-arts tournament on the island. Each year a small number of highly respected invitees have been taken from Hong Kong to Lo Pin's island by luxury junk, and have enjoyed lavish hospitality there for the duration of a martial arts tournament, competing against each other and students of Lo Pin's academy, with significant prize money available. At the end of the tournament they have been returned safely to Hong Kong, again by luxury junk. Unfortunately, neither British nor Chinese intelligence have ever managed to engineer an invitation for one of their agents. This year, for the tenth anniversary of the competition, Lo Pin seems to be organising a tournament on a much larger scale, and seems to have invited the best of the best from all over the world to participate. Including you!".
Betty Director paused again, and took another strategic sip of water, while Kim's mind was already racing ahead, imagining her evading, or possibly even fighting off, armies of highly trained guards and dodging volleys of arrows in order to inspect the concrete plug.
"Your Mission...", said Dr Director, dragging Kim's mind back to the here and now, "...is to accept Lo Pin's invitation, enter his tournament, explore the interior of Lo Pin island as fully as possible but only within the constraints Lo Pin imposes on his guests, and then return here for de-briefing." Kim's jaw dropped open. "Your Mission...", said Dr Director, for a second time as is traditional in mission briefings, "...is to accept Lo Pin's invitation, enter his tournament, explore the interior of Lo Pin island as fully as possible but only within the constraints Lo Pin imposes on his guests, and then return here for de-briefing."
Kim was still reeling, somewhat shocked. "B-B... is that all? Don't you need me to.. um... do anything while I'm there?"
"Absolutely not, Kim! This mission has only been authorised at all on grounds of its extremely low risk. Were you to do anything that might arouse any suspicion whatsoever, it would raise the risk factor of the operation significantly. And in any case, it is unnecessary. MI6 knows that the plug was intact at the last inspection, they know approximately the amount of rock waste that has been removed by sea from within the main basalt feature, and they know that in order for anyone to tunnel down to the fissile material without removing vast quantities of rock or concrete spoil they would need to almost entirely fill all the known galleries inside the island with rock spoil. If we can report that there is plenty of empty space, then they can confirm it hasn't happened. And in any case, your official sanctioned Global Justice mission is merely to observe and later report any activity that may relate to the 'Y' list during your stay. Anything else is merely a passing courtesy to members of the Concordat. Even that passing courtesy has had to be explicitly permitted by all the other member nations of the Concordat. Lo Pin is not our problem and we do not wish to make him our problem!"
"So, after all that political intrigue and the history lesson... I'm pretty much looking at a fortnight's luxury resort holiday with a little added Kung-Fu?" asked Kim?.
"That's not quite how I would have put it, Kim, but it is true that if this mission goes as planned, it should not be an unpleasant experience at all. But I don't believe in deploying people in the field without a thorough understanding of the background to their mission, wherever possible. Especially a mission with so many political issues surrounding it. However, we also endeavour to prepare for all eventualities, even the unlikely ones, so if I may proceed...". The glass of water yielded another sip, as Kim centred herself and waited for her to continue. "So, execution: With your invitation, Lo Pin
Junior also generously provided a First Class return air ticket, Middleton to Hong Kong via LAX, for a scheduled flight departing at twenty hundred hours Sierra... err... sorry, that's 8pm... tomorrow, returning to Middleton in a little over two and a half weeks’ time. There is also a premium suite already booked and paid for in your name at the airport hotel", she added, as a hotel website appeared on the big screen. "As you can see, Lo Pin clearly really wants you to attend his tournament. From what we have discovered, he has offered different but equally persuasive inducements to many of his other invitees." Kim was warming ever further to this 'mission'. She was well used to travelling on crates in the hold of cargo aircraft, second seat in military jets,
and even, once in a while, in the leg-room free zone of airline economy class, but she had never yet travelled first class on a commercial flight. A luxury hotel suite, even for one night, with... she looked at the glass and marble palace depicted on the screen... a full service health spa? If only all missions could be this way!
"From the hotel, the next morning at eleven hundred hours Mike, you will take a pre-booked taxi to a reception centre at Hoi-Sin Wharf, Kowloon side, where you will board a junk that will take you to Lo Pin's island. After that, it's up to you!", said Dr Director, expansively.
"I think I'll cope...",, said Kim, trying to hide her growing glee. Lo Pin might not be model citizen of the year, but she really didn't mind a few days of pampering at his expense, in the guilt free service of Global Justice. The chance to test her skills against the best of the best, without anybody actually trying to kill or maim her, was nearly as attractive. And perhaps, though her inner voice only dared whisper it to herself, she could use the time away on her own to try and get her head around... stuff... Dr Director took another sip of water, and then continued. "OK, Administration. It goes without saying that as far as Lo Pin is concerned, you have accepted his invitation, and your acceptance has nothing to do with Global Justice whatsoever. Therefore, all the arrangements for your trip are entirely as made between you and Lo Pin. This bag...", as Dr Director held up a ziploc bag, "...contains everything he has sent you, air tickets, itinerary and invitation, hotel brochure and booking reference, all treated to remove any forensic traces of our handling of them - that's a standard precaution. Please dispose of that bag before you leave Middleton".
"OK...",, said Kim seriously, inwardly grinning at all the overblown Mission Impossible spy hooplah surrounding what was looking more and more like a dream solo holiday. "We will be monitoring you covertly until you leave Hong Kong. After that point you are on your own until you return to Hong Kong, I'm afraid...", said Dr Director apologetically. "No big! And anyway, I've always got Wade!" said Kim, cheerfully, holding up her Kimmunicator. "Ah, yes. I'll come back to that...",, said Dr Director, unsettling Kim slightly. "First, though, I will say that we will have an emergency extraction plan available, in the very unlikely event that we need to pull you out of the operation for some reason".
"Pull me out?", asked Kim, startled.
"Just a precaution, I assure you", soothed Dr Director. “But all things being equal, I will see you back here a couple of days after you get home for a mission debrief".
Kim relaxed again slightly, as Dr Director took another sip from her water glass. Kim found herself wondering whether it was a deliberate affectation or not, and decided that it probably was.
"Command: I'm well aware that you aren't one of my agents, Kim, and that is partly why I've given you as much background information as I have. Nominally this is a Global Justice mission, and I have taken personal command of it, because of its sensitivity. In practice, you are going to be entirely autonomous, and you've never taken orders from Global Justice well anyway". She grinned icily. "But I wanted you to understand the momentous consequences that might follow if you were tempted to re-write the script mid-mission and try to save the world on your own. So please, don't look for trouble, and don't get too creative. OK?", she smiled expectantly. Kim was mildly indignant at the implied criticism, but decided to let it slide. "No big!", she responded, cheerily, whilst resisting the entirely childish urge to poke her tongue out at Betty Director. As Dr Director took another sip of water, Kim decided that it was definitely an affectation, and idly wondered why the older woman did it.
"Finally, communication: I'm afraid that in addition to the absolute prohibition on firearms, Lo Pin does not allow his guests to bring any electronic devices with them to his island. We believe that this is a security measure, and it is enforced - visitors are rigorously scanned as they land on the island, and in previous years, tournament competitors and their luggage have been scanned before embarkation in Hong Kong. I'm afraid that your Kimunicator would certainly be detected, and you would be required to leave it behind. So... no Kimunicator, I'm afraid, and no laser lipstick either!"
Kim frowned, "Wade?". Wade blinked into vision on the big screen. "I'm afraid she is right, Kim. I've pulled up and cross referenced a list of all Lo Pins electronic equipment purchases for the last ten years, and if he has built the scanners I think he might have, you couldn't get even a single transistor past them without so much shielding you'd need a low loader to move it.", confirmed the ten year old super-genius.
"Can you get the Kimunicator on to the boat, Wade?", asked Kim, thoughtfully. "I could, Kim, but if you are scanned when you land, that won't help. Also, with the amount of componentry Lo Pin has bought, I can't guarantee that the vessel itself won't be scanned, if it isn't rigged with internal detectors, that is. I think the only way to do this is to get the Kimunicator to you on the island, the rock makes scanning the entire island impossible".
"You can do that?", asked Kim, not nearly as surprised as she would have been if she didn't know how brilliant Wade actually was. "I have a few ideas, yes. Leave it with me!", said Wade, impassive as ever. "As always, you rock, Wade!", declared Kim.
"Well, if you can do that, Mr Load, it will certainly simplify things greatly!", agreed Dr Director. "I'll talk to you as soon as I have something, Kim!" said Wade. "Please and Thank you!”, responded
Kim, as Wade imploded to a white dot on the screen, and was replaced again by the Global Justice logo.
"Well, that concludes the briefing, Kim. Any questions?", asked Dr Director. Kim wracked her brains for a moment, and then relaxed. "Nope! I think I've got it covered!", she said, cheerily. "Unless you have any tips for a good choice of spa treat... ment", as the sentence suddenly caught in her throat. She had tried to think about spa treatment and for no reason at all, she had suddenly pictured Shego, slices of cucumber over her eyes and a mud facial, towel round her hair and a robe. It seemed to have been one of her more incongruous indulgences, in between acts of outrageous larceny. But why that mental image? Why now? Why the sudden rush of... grief? Were the Chinese walls in her mind cracking under the pressure? How much longer would they hold before she ended up a blubbering mess on the floor? Well, she was Kim Possible. She could do anything, and that included staring down the Director of Global Justice Operations across her own desk. And right then and there, she decided to reduce the mental pressure a bit...
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