Enter the Naked Mole Rat | By : kwh Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 18153 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mike Jones sat perched uncomfortably on the edge of his chair, across the desk from an extremely stern looking woman wearing an eyepatch. He had previously only seen a couple of photographs of the Director of Operations, courtesy of the 'orientation pack' he was handed when he arrived, and of course now he had spoken to her on the phone, but he had never met her in the flesh, nor experienced the icy gaze of that one good eye. It looked very slightly bloodshot to him, but he didn't feel it would be appropriate to mention it.
"OK, tell me what I need to know!", demanded Dr Director.
Fortunately, she was looking at Dr Hawk when she spoke, and he seemed rather more relaxed.
"Well, I'll start with a quick review of where the CIA are with their investigation. They still have three underwater search teams on station, with naval dive support ships, deep water remotely operated vehicles and a mini-submarine. I'm told that the Pentagon are creating merry hell and demanding their ships back, but the CIA are hanging on in there.
"They have called in professional military air crash investigators from the US Air Force to analyze the wreckage and confirm that all on board, including Shego, are dead, but that team is hamstrung by the fact that they haven't been told what they are looking for, and know nothing about Shego's unique capabilities, so they have made some errors in their preliminary conclusions".
'Digger' Hawk pulled a small remote control unit from his pocket and pressed a button. The screen on Dr Director's wall did his bidding, and a high resolution image of a barely recognisable, partially flattened and severely damaged aircraft cockpit appeared.
"The military investigation has so far concluded that the deadlock on the cabin door was burnt out by means unknown, and that when the plane's fuel tank exploded, the catch on the cockpit door burst due to an enormous pressure wave that deformed the cockpit rear bulkhead and ultimately severed the cockpit section from the rest of the plane. The CIA know, but the investigators do not, that the 'means unknown' was Shego making like a plasma cutter.
"The body of the pilot, or err... the central mass, anyway... was found in her seat. Her harness had stretched significantly on impact, cause of death massive blunt force trauma consistent with a 150mph impact. Analysis of the background sounds on the CVR tape led the military investigators to report that Shego had definitely strapped herself into the harness when she first sat in the left hand seat. However the CVR stopped recording when the plane exploded, and forensic investigation shows that she was not strapped into the seat at the time of the impact with the sea.
"Because the cockpit glazing was smashed by the impact, and the cockpit door is still missing, the working hypothesis of the official investigation is that Shego survived the explosion, which the investigators have determined would have subjected the cockpit to a sudden pressure wave through the open cockpit door, likely to render occupants unconscious. They have concluded that this was what happened to the pilot, who the post mortem determined was apparently unconscious at the point of impact, but that Shego was less affected by the pressure wave and at some point before impact, possibly while semi-conscious, undid her belts.
"They are therefore assuming that Shego's body was either ejected from the cockpit through the windscreen... err... windshield... on impact, or drifted out later when the cockpit was on the sea bed. From there, the CIA are assuming it was then carried away by ocean currents, and may credibly have been eaten by sharks. The US Navy are still searching for a body, as well as recovering more of the wreckage of the plane, and the crash investigators are still on the case, trying to answer several remaining questions, but unless they make a dramatic breakthrough, that's where they are heading...", said Hawk, "...but they are barking up the wrong tree. My new colleague here, Mike Jones, has been doing some analysis of the evidence which contradicts their findings".
And then, just when Mike thought he was he going to get away with it, 'Digger' dropped him right in it. "But I'll let him tell you all about it. Mike?"
Beads of sweat instantly formed on Mike's brow, as Dr Director turned her monocular gaze in his direction and wordlessly demanded answers.
"Well... err.. it's...", he stammered, and then cleared his throat, playing for time. After a couple of seconds, or could it have been lifetimes, his brain fortunately unfroze, and then he was off and running.
"Basically, I ran the cockpit audio through a complex digital filter matrix, and used a technique called audio spectrum chromatography to deconstruct the sound...", he said, then mentally chastised himself for 'talking geek' to the Director of Operations. "I identified and eliminated every one of several thousand component sounds until I came down to... err..", he looked at Dr Hawk, who obligingly pushed a button on his remote. A sound rather like ripping tissue paper filled Betty Director's office for a few seconds. "You can't hear that at all on the cockpit audio, it's very low amplitude and very deep in the mix, but now I've isolated it I'm pretty much certain that is the electrical interference caused when Shego uses her plasma power!
"From that I can identify Shego using plasma in various ways at various intensities before she entered the cockpit, then to actually get into the cockpit, again to melt a small pistol, and once more to render the pilot unconscious. But in between those last two, there were four unidentified bursts of plasma just after Shego closed the cockpit door for the last time. It took a while, but as you can see here...", Callum Hawk again prodded the remote and a picture of the cockpit doorway, minus door, with four red circles overlaid on the catch side of the frame, "it turns out that if you know what to look for, you can see that she spot welded the cockpit door shut. But here is the really interesting thing", he said, as Callum Hawk obliged again and a picture of four spot welds appeared. "The top three welds burst, along with the catch, when the plane exploded. But the bottom weld didn't burst, and the cockpit door wasn't blown open when the plane exploded. If you look at the bottom weld, it was, in fact, cut, before the plane hit the sea".
"Cut?", asked Dr Director, sharply. "By Shego", confirmed Mike Jones. "Which implies that she almost certainly exited the cockpit at some time before it struck the sea! It would appear that for reasons unknown, she chose to die outside the cockpit rather than sitting strapped in to the co-pilot's seat. My hypothesis is that she knew there was no chance at all if she stayed where she was and decided to see if there were any options outside. So far, though, I can't find any..."
"Thank you, Mr Jones! Commendable work. I'd like you to keep working on the problem, I need to know if there is the slightest possibility that Shego is alive. Within reason you may call on any of the resources of Global Justice to further your investigation. As of now you have a Gold priority clearance, I'd like daily reports both on your progress and the CIA's progress", ordered Dr Director.
"Understood!", responded Mike Jones, following Dr Hawk's lead and standing up. As he shuffled out the door, he raised an eyebrow to himself. All the resources of Global Justice? Shego would need the constitution of Captain Scarlet (the indestructible TV puppet of his childhood), to survive falling into the sea from 10,000 feet. All this was a hell of a lot of effort just for him to find out what kind of shark it was that ate her battered corpse. It wasn't exactly up there with mapping the human genome as a contribution to the sum of human knowledge. Still, the science could be interesting, he mused...
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