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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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The lights came up in Secure Lecture Hall Three at Global Justice HQ to an audience for the most part stunned into silence. The Global Justice 'Shego Does an Uzbek Torture Dungeon' film they had just watched wasn't as slickly produced or as well cut together as Wade's magnum opus, it had also been edited to be slightly less hard to watch and certain things had been substantially blurred over to try to reduce the risk that Infrastructure Services would need to hose gallons of vomit out of Lecture Hall Three after the showing, but the impact was still more than substantial.
A low, shocked sounding murmur eventually began amongst the audience, who consisted mainly of key figures in Subject Analysis department, diplomats from Concordat Relations, off-duty Operation's Room staff, two thirds of the Incident Reporting team and as many staff officers as were free to attend. This eclectic mix of interested parties was leavened slightly by a smattering of field agents and hover-ship pilots who happened to be in the HQ complex when the rumours that 'an after action film that will really blow your mind' would be shown that afternoon in one of the lecture halls started to spread, and an assortment of interested scientists.
Mike Jones leant across to Dr 'Digger' Hawk and whispered a very heartfelt “Fuck Me!" under his breath. "I think I now understand the widespread obsession with proving she's definitely dead! She's enough to give anybody who has pissed her off nightmares!", he continued. "Although if it was me , I'd give her a posthumous medal for fucking up that place. I reckon those people were long overdue to be dead. I can't believe the CIA was going to hand her over to them! Actually, I can't believe they hand anybody over to people like that…"
After about a minute, Dr Director stood up from her seat in the front row and faced the audience. The murmur died down rapidly as people noticed her presence, and then somebody said 'Shhhh' to attract the attention of those too engrossed in their own conversations to realise she was there and glaring at them balefully through her one good eye.
After silence descended, she spoke; "As you will all know, Shego is currently posted as missing, presumed dead. The reality is that the only thing we don't have are remains, and we are trying to locate those at the moment. Nevertheless, as long as she remains merely 'presumed dead', she is still an active 'Y' list entity as far as the concordat is concerned, and so we still keep skin in the game, OK? To that end, Incident Reporting need to issue the un-redacted version of that film as part of a late addendum to after action report 40317. Concordat Relations? You need to find somebody to leak an under the counter copy of that film to the CIA for us with our covert blessing. I want the Director of Central Intelligence to be peeing in his pants; that way he might at least think twice before he does anything like this again. Subject Analysis, this is still a live tier one profile until we have proof of mortality, and this is clearly an alpha-level incident, so that makes updating this profile a Priority One-Alpha, dead or not. As soon as you've finished work on the Possible profile, I want this processed. If the worst happened, and by some malign miracle, Shego popped up on the TV news tomorrow morning, we'd be rightly castigated for taking our eyes off the ball if we had nothing relevant to say about it. Alright?". Dr Director paused and looked around the silent lecture theatre as if expecting collective agreement. A few seconds later she chose to assume that she had it, not that this was ever in much doubt, and continued "Alright! You can pick up digital copies of both the redacted and the un-redacted versions of the video you have just seen on your way out, if you have a genuine operational need of them. Good day, ladies and gentlemen!"
With that, she strode for the door. But Mike Jones had already tuned out. He was considering a bizarre possibility that had only just occurred to him after seeing for himself the power of Shego's plasma hands after she first entered the dungeon. They had pretty much stalled in their search for survival strategies for Shego, after carefully investigating the contents of the cockpit both before and after the crash and trying to identify anything in the list of missing items that Shego might have constructed some kind of parachute or glider from, given the 45 seconds she had before the cockpit hit the water with her inside; the conclusion, after an entire day with an identical pile of random cockpit detritus, was that there was no possibility that anything could have been manufactured out of the unaccounted for bits and pieces to even slightly slow Shego's final fall, even if McGuiver and the A-Team had both been in there with her for a week, never mind on her own in about 30 seconds. So, they'd given up and switched to looking for her body, studying ocean currents, working out where she might have tracked to across the sky to determine potential water entry points, etc etc. After a lot of careful analysis, they identified a range of possible locations for Shego's remains, all of which had already been extensively searched by the CIA and the US Navy. His first scientific gig at Global Justice was looking like a total bust.
But… here was something new to explore. It looked mad, it looked beyond mad in fact, it was probably impossible, but he had taken 'Digger' Hawk's initial advice to heart - find the only route that Shego could have survived by, and there was a better than par chance that you'd find a live Shego at the end of it .
"Digger", he said conspiratorially to Dr Hawk, after dragging him into a dark corner of the rapidly emptying lecture theatre. "You're ultimate specialism is thermodynamics, is it not?".
"That's right, mate. Three published peer-reviewed papers on convection boundary effects in Liquid Sodium Substrates. Why do you ask?", replied the Australian.
"You must be a real riot at parties", grinned Mike. "But no, I need your help. I have a really, and I mean really left field theory that might see Shego surviving the fall from the plane, I reckon I have the data to prove or disprove it one way or the other, but I'm really going to have trouble with some of the more complex calculations; it's not a branch of mathematics I have a lot of experience with, in fact it's really outside of my field. It's bang up your alley, though."
"Intriguing!", said Digger. "But… not here. I'll see you in the lab, straight after lunch, and we can take a look together, OK?".
"Thank you, Digger! It'll be a huge help. But… I hope you don't mind if I start without you? I'm champing at the bit here…", replied Mike.
"Fine by me, mate. I'll bring you up a sandwich and a cup of coffee from the canteen when I come then, shall I?", responded Dr Hawk.
"Thanks, make it a BLT please, and it's a tea not a coffee, white no sugar. I'll see you later then?", asked Mike.
"No worries!", grinned Dr Hawk, and headed for the canteen, leaving Mike Jones to head back to the lab with a renewed sense of optimism. 'It's definitely proper science', he reflected, ' but I can never shake the feeling that I need to bring a couple of twenty sided dice to the office with me in the mornings…'. He continued towards the lab, whistling the 'Captain Scarlet' theme tune to himself...
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