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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 One - The Project

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 02: Discovery.

(Ventilation Shaft, Secret Lair - September 5th, 2006)
Kim Possible twisted in the confined space to look behind her. She could barely see her boyfriend in the darkness. “Hush Ron. Trying to be sneaky here.”
His, too loud, whisper floated back to her. “I'm just saying KP. There's no need for all this sneaking around. The Ron Man's got this covered. Remember last week when...”
She tuned him out. Something she was doing a lot of lately. It was that or have, yet another, argument. She remembered last week all too well, and the week before that, and a few days before that. Each and every mission they'd been on since Ron's Mystical Monkey Powers fully manifested. He went from Stoppable to unstoppable on the day he killed the Lowardians and saved the world. She wouldn't have minded so much, except his ego was growing too. He was even referring to himself as “The Ron Man” again.
They reached the end of the shaft and Kim pushed open the grate covering. She cautiously poked her head out. She could see a long corridor, thankfully empty, stretching a long distance in both directions. The young heroes dropped to the floor. Kim activated her Kimmunicator and looked at the map it displayed.
“The main room is down this way and to the left.” She turned off the device and looked at Ron. “If we don't run into any minions on the way, we should be able to surprise him...”
Her voice faltered as a blue aura began to surround him. He reached down an opened the flap covering his pants pocket. Rufus poked his head out. Like Ron, he was surrounded by a faint blue glow.
“No Ron. That's not the plan...”
He chuckled as Rufus scampered up to his shoulder. “Can the drama KP. Rufus and I can handle this. It's gonna be a piece of cake.”
She never had a chance to reply. He was already rushing down the corridor away from her. Thanks to his MMP, he was moving at a speed she couldn't hope to match. She growled in frustration and sprinted after him. They were going to have another long talk when this was all over.
By the time she reached the lair's main room, it was all over. It looked like a whirlwind of destruction hit the place. Broken catwalks dangled toward the floor. Machinery lay in smoking ruin. Minions lay unconscious, or groaning in pain, on the floor.
In the center of it all stood Ron, looking pleased with himself. He had the subdued villain slung over his shoulder. Next to him stood Rufus, holding up the stolen device they came here to retrieve.
Kim looked at him and tried to put as much sarcasm into her voice as she could muster. “I guess you didn't need me after all.”
Still obviously on his glory high, Ron looked around the room for a moment. He then fixed his eyes on her. “Yeah. You know what KP? I don't need you.”
“Ron wha..?”
He shook his head at her surprised look. “No Kim. See this?” He pointed toward his head. “Serious Face.”
She wanted to scream at him in frustration. Rage at him for letting his power go to his head. She didn't. It was there on his face. This wasn't like the short time he'd been a billionaire, or the time he got on the football team when they were in high school. Not like any of the many other times he let his ego run away with him. She could see it. She didn't know how it came to this, but it had.
Kim Possible did the only thing she could see to do. She turned and walked away.
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(Secret Army Research Camp - April 21st, 1946)
The air field was rudimentary at best. The single landing strip was little more than a thin line graded free of rocks and shrubs. There were no hangers. Only a small Quonset hut, obviously the mechanics shop building, next to a raised fuel tank. Nanette barely noticed any of it as she stepped off the Skymaster. She had eyes only for the other two planes sitting on what passed for the tarmac.
Seeing the Beech Traveler, a sleek and modern looking biplane, filled her with nostalgia. It reminded her of her barnstorming uncle's old World War One surplus Jenny, the plane she learned to fly in. Every summer while she was in college she flew it, or one of the other stunt planes he owned, in his traveling air show.
The last plane was, like the one she arrived in, a military cargo plane. Both were made by Douglas, but there the resemblance ended. The Globemaster was so new she never saw one in person before, only heard about them. It's quad engines and silvery fuselage dwarfed the other two planes. What she wouldn't give to fly one. Maybe she would get the chance after completing the project.
All her thoughts of the future were pinned on that. Sgt. Barkin promised her a new name, and a new life, once it was over. Something she needed if she were ever to fly again. Her new found hope rested on that promise. Who she was now had to disappear forever if she were to have any chance of a future.
Barkin's voice cut through her thoughts.
“Alright people. Enough lollygagging. Let's move out!”
She reluctantly turned away from the planes. Her attention, like that of the rest of the volunteers, focused on the buildings that made up the camp. She couldn't make out much detail since two miles, and a tall wire fence, separated it from the air field. Barkin hustled them into two lines and began marching them to their destiny.
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Dietrich stood on the porch in front of his laboratory building. He watched through a pair of field glasses as his test subjects arrived. Silently, he cursed the limitations the Army put on him. With only convicted murderers to select from, he did the best he could. Each one of the group was hand picked by him. Most were of good, clean, Aryan stock. Once he was finished with them, they would become the seeds of mankind's future.
His attention went to the two Neger. He chose them because he was fascinated by their sheer primitiveness. He never met one before and was excited to find out how they differed from fully evolved humans. His work on them would be equal to Josef's studies on dwarfism.
He lowered the field glasses as the convicts came through the gates and past the guards. His eyes fixed on the last member of the group. He didn't pick her because of heredity. Her muddy hair and eyes showed her to be of inferior breeding. Compared to the rest, she was both scrawny and short. She was a very special case. He chose her because of the deviations she showed from the norm. And he chose her because she was someone nobody would care about if she were to disappear. His very first test would be on her. In fact, it was to begin almost immediately.
As, one after another, they signed the papers that essentially gave him total control of their lives. He reached out and took the clip board hanging by the laboratory door. He smiled benignly as the Sergeant lined them up in front of him in a neat formation.
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The camp was small in comparison to most Nanette knew. Just five buildings clustered in a semi-circle around a bare space, the ubiquitous parade ground, with it's flagpole in the center.
What she thought of as the main building towered over the rest at three stories high. To one side of it were what were obviously, matched two story barracks. On the other side sat an administration building and another building, which appeared to be the guard and staff billets. She didn't see any sign of a Mess Hall or Commissary. As small as the place was, they were probably housed inside one of the other buildings.
There were over a dozen guards, that she could see, patrolling the fence or standing near buildings, ever watchful. She had to figure that, since this was the base for a secret research project, security would be tight.
They were led to the center of the parade ground. There, soldiers sat at metal tables. At Sgt. Barkin's instruction, each of the volunteers stepped forward and signed the papers presented to them.
Nanette used her left arm to cover the paper as she signed it. She didn't want anyone else to see her full name. The chances of someone recognizing it were too great. Barkin already knew, of course, but he mentioned nothing about her past. All through the flight here, she made sure she told none of her fellow volunteers anything but her given name.
From the sour look on the face of the Corporal who took the paper from her, she guessed the rest of the military staff and guards knew all about her. Thankfully, he didn't say anything as he placed it in a folder with all the other forms.
Relief flooded her as she was lined up with the rest in front of one of the, obviously new, cinder block buildings. Sgt. Barkin stepped up to the entrance and stood beside a plump man who wore a doctor's white coat.
The doctor cleared his throat and began to speak. His voice carried only the slightest trace of an accent. Nothing she could place though, since his English was near perfect.
“Welcome to Camp Nowhere. My name is Dr. Hall. I am in charge of the project you have all been so good as to volunteer for. The work we do here will benefit mankind far into the future. Someday your children's children will look back and give thanks to you all.”
He handed a clip board to Sgt. Barkin. “Now, before we get started, I would like to make sure everyone is present and accounted for. Sergeant? Call the roll.”
Fear clenched at Nanette's guts, as Barkin yelled out names. It twisted inside her, as the people around her responded. How could she not have foreseen this? What was she going to do?
“Maiden, Nanette!”
She couldn't respond. Her mouth wouldn't open. She could already hear the whispers starting around her. Those who knew, were telling the ones that didn't.
“Maiden, Nanette! Speak up!”
There was no hiding it. They would find out anyway. She tried to swallow her fear. “Present.”
She could feel every eye on her in the silence that followed. Then it began, just as she knew it would.
One of the men, she didn't know which, growled. “Monster!”
A woman gasped. “Oh my God!”
Someone else asked. “Her? Really?”
Nanette cringed as a glob of spittle hit the back of her neck. She wanted to run. Hide. Be anywhere but here. She couldn't. All she could do was brave it out, just as she had in the prison yard before they separated her from the rest of the inmates, for her own safety. She turned and saw what was written on their faces. Hatred. Disgust. Fear.
She took one step back, but it was no use. They descended on her like a pack of rabid wolves. She went down under a flurry of punches and kicks. She tried, but there was no way to defend herself against so many. The last thing she knew before the darkness of oblivion took her, was the sting of a homemade shiv piercing between her ribs.
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