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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53064 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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The World Must Never Know
Part Two - Tangled Legacy.

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 13: Jezebel.

(Headquarters of the Global Justice Network - July 14th, 2008)
Dr. Elizabeth Director might only have one good eye, but she could still see the signs of imminent burn-out in her top agent. He stood in front of her, in the middle of the training room, dressed in padded workout gear. His body trembled with exertion and something else, she couldn't quite put her finger on. Behind her, she could hear the GJ medics carrying the unconscious form of Will's assigned sparing partner out the door. Her attention remained focused on Will's unshaven face. The look in his eyes worried her.
“Get yourself cleaned up and be in my office in five minutes.”
She turned and walked out the door.
Exactly five minutes later, as she sat at her desk studying the young man's record on her computer, there was a knock on her door.
“Enter.”
Will Du stepped into the room and stood at attention in front of her. His uniform was pristine and he'd shaved, but that look was still in his eyes. “Explain yourself Agent Du.”
She continued to study her screen as he explained the incident. Though he told her it was an accident, she knew better. A simple training accident didn't cause a broken collar bone and three cracked ribs. It jibed with the other information she was seeing. Since returning from his last assignment, he was more closed off than usual. He'd also taken more personal time recently than she ever remembered him taking in his entire career.
All the signs were there. Something was going on with him outside of work. It wasn't her place to pry into his personal life, but something had to be done. Otherwise she might lose one of her best assets.
“I'm temporarily removing you from field work Du. Starting tomorrow morning, I want you to report to Professor Assay in the Research and Reclamation division. You will be assisting him until further notice. Dismissed.”
After he left her office, she smiled. Spending some time in a less stressful environment would be good for him. She made a mental note to check up on him often. Once he showed signs of getting over whatever it was that was bothering him, she would put him back on active status.
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Will fumed as he made his way down the hallway. How could he have been so stupid? He'd been so intent on his mission at Drakken's lair, he forgot one of the first rules he ever learned. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid! He failed his mission because he had not checked to make sure his target was actually in residence!
Worse, he'd taken his frustration out on a fellow agent. Now he was being reassigned because of it. Damn the restrictions put on him by Tappe! He entered the elevator and punched the button for the underground garage. He tried to force his mind to settle as the lift descended. This was a setback, but not the end. He would find a way to carry out his duty, somehow.
From now on, he would just have to be more careful. If Dr. Director were to suspect what was really going on, steps would have to be taken. He smiled as he emerged in the parking area. He would get another chance at target number two. It was only a matter of time. At least his next targets were already in the bag. It was a two for one deal in more ways than one. Not only would they be removed, their deaths would severely demoralize target number one. He knew he'd need every advantage he could get before attempting to take her down.
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(Possible Residence - Middleton, Colorado - July 15th, 2008)
Dr. Anne Possible stood at the front door looking at the two men standing on the front step. One was the Dean of the Middleton Institute of Science and Technology. The other, a deputy sheriff.
Her thoughts turned to her sons, who attended that hallowed institution. “Gentlemen? What have my boys done this time?”
The deputy pulled his hat from his head, and held it in both hands nervously, as he spoke. “Ma'am. It is with my sincerest regret that I have to inform you there has been an accident...”
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(Middleton Institute of Science and Technology - January 10th, 1985)
The three friends were still laughing as Drew Lipsky struggled to pull his broken Bebe out the door of the dorm room. After the door shut with a loud slam, Bobby Chen wiped a tear from his eye. He looked at Jimmy and Ramesh. “Well dudes, I guess we'll have to go stag to the Science Department mixer. There's only an hour before the doors open, no time to find dates now.”
Ramesh, still chuckling, replied. “That is what we get for depending on Drew. Come on, I've got my brother's car downstairs. We had better get going.”
Jimmy Possible stopped clutching his sides long enough to speak. “You guys go on ahead. I'll met you there.”
Once they left, Jimmy shook his head. He knew he wasn't much of a ladies man, but there was no way he was going to another dance alone. It was time for drastic measures.
He picked up the phone book and began flipping through the pages.
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(The Jezebel Escort Agency - Lowerton, Colorado)
Jessica Bell paced back and forth in front of her newest employee. Her long red hair, which reached well past her butt, swayed each time she turned.
“This is the last time Cherry. I won't remind you again. The standard fee is just for the date. No tip, no sex. Got it?”
The younger girl looked abashed. “Yes Ms. Bell.”
Jessica sighed. “Get out of here. You're scheduled to meet Mr Paisley at his home in Upperton tonight. Don't forget to take that fuzzy animal costume with you. You know how much he likes his plush.”
The girl left in a hurry as Jessica sat down behind her desk. Paisley was one of her best customers, he always tipped well for any girl willing to indulge his odd fetish. She began working on her account book. Soon she would have enough money saved up to move her business to a more lucrative area. Upperton, or maybe even Go City.
The office door opened and her middle aged secretary stuck her head in. “Jessica? Are you busy?”
She sat down her pen. “What is it Maureen?”
“We just got another call. Some college kid needs a date to a dance. Problem is, all the girls are out already.”
Jessica shook her head. “Tell him no dice.” She glanced down at her ledger. “Hold on. Tell him he's got a date.” She looked up at the clock. “And call my babysitter. Tell her she's on overtime again.”
The secretary handed her a note with all the particulars of the job and left.
When she was alone again, she looked at the picture on her desk. Two little boys looked back at her. One was wide jawed and stocky, the other long and thin. Nobody ever believed her when she told them the 4 year old’s were twins. But then, nobody believed she was even old enough to have kids. Even though they were the result of a mistake she made early in her career, when she was still working the streets, she loved them dearly. Everything she did was to ensure her children had a good future.
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James Timothy Possible was astonished at his good fortune as he walked into the dance with the gorgeous redhead on his arm. Just looking at her put a lump in his pants. Even better, he saw the disbelieving looks of his friends as they spotted him. Tonight, he just knew, was going to be wonderful.
Jessica smiled as her date introduced her to his classmates. She exchanged pleasantries for a few minutes, before dragging Jimmy off to the dance floor. She was still startled at her reaction to him. The moment they met, she felt this intense desire for him. He wasn't movie star handsome, but something about him made her want him badly. As they twirled around the floor, she hoped he wanted more than just to dance. She might even break her own rules about tipping.
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The dorm room was quiet as James fumbled a condom out of his wallet and tried to open the little plastic package.
Frustrated need made Jessica grab it and toss it over her shoulder. “We don't need that. Take me now!”
He stared for a second at the vision of naked beauty before him. Felt himself pushed back on the bed. His thoughts of sensible protection gave way to unbridled lust as she climbed on top of him. His stiff cock slid into her welcoming, wet, pussy.
Cries of ecstasy escaped them both as they fucked as if their very lives depended on it.
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(Go City Pediatric Care Center - October 12th, 1985)
She sat in front of the doctor's desk, cradling her infant daughter in her arms. The look on his face told her he wasn't happy with the test results.
“Ms. Bell. I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do. The procedure would correct the abnormality, but would have significant consequences for her later in life. I cannot ethically condone it.”
“But, you're the one who suggested the surgery in the first place...”
He steepled his hands under his chin. “I know I did, but that was before I knew it was more than just a cosmetic problem. Please believe me when I say she is better off the way she is.”
Jessica left the office with her daughter's future foremost in her mind. She smiled down at the child's sleeping face. “Don't worry baby. I think you're perfect just the way you are.”
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(Go Residence - Go City - May 10th, 1997)
Jessica Go glanced out the kitchen window as she cleared away the breakfast dishes. She could see her two youngest sons climbing the ladder leading to the treehouse in the backyard. She shook her head as she looked over at her husband. As usual, he was reading the morning paper.
“I really wish you would do something about that ladder. It looks very unstable.”
Milton Go, last in a long line of descendants of Go City's founding father and the man she gave up her former life to marry, lowered his paper. “Stop being such a worrier. It's perfectly safe.”
She dumped the dishes in the sink. She could just see a pair of feet disappearing into the trap door in the floor of the treehouse. All of her kids loved playing in the rickety box that nestled in the old oak's branches.
An odd sound made her crane her neck and look up into the sky. The bright Saturday morning sunlight got even brighter, as a ball of fire descended from the heavens.
Her last living thought, as disaster hurtled from the sky toward their small suburban home, was of her children.
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