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Dark Mistress - Redux	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 17336 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dark Mistress

Written by fulwiz

Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Warning: This story contains sexual situations, mature themes, explicit violence, death and warped philosophy.

The story is KiAnGo. (And More) If you find this offensive, please don't read further.

Important Note: This story is the sequel to “The Middleton Pact - Redux.” If you don't read that first, you will be very confused.

You say you want a revolution
Well, you know
We all want to change the world

-The Beatles

CHAPTER 23: Revolution.

Ron could hear the debate resume as he left the control room. There was still no agreement to be had on a name for the newly joined teams. Nor was there a consensus on who was to be the new team leader. To top it off, since the arrival of Team Go, they were arguing about how they were going to transport ten people, one naked mole rat, and all their equipment to the middle east. The GO-jet certainly couldn't hold them all.

He stepped onto the elevator and pressed the button for the ground floor. As it descended, he turned his thoughts to wondering who could be ringing the Tower's doorbell at this time of night. He stepped out of the elevator and crossed the entrance hall to the main door. Whoever it was, they deserved his thanks for giving him a break from the bickering upstairs. He opened the door.

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Joss lay in the gigantic expanse that was a Lowardian sized bed. She looked at her cousin, who sat on the edge of the bed. “So it were all a setup?”

Kim grinned and tucked the cover up under Joss's chin. “That's right. You see Eddie was no longer useful and he was just a pain in the ass to have around. That's why I had Yori and Betty arrange the whole thing. Yori sneaked into his quarters, used some sleep gas to knock Fen out, and planted the screwdriver. While she was doing that, Betty prepped a crate of machine guns with no firing pins. Then, while Shego kept an eye on Drakken, they waited for Fen to make his move.”

Joss snuggled under the cover. “I is still finding it hard ta believe that were a man. Looked like a girl. Sure screamed like one too!”

Kim giggled evilly. “I know. I took a look at the surveillance tape while you were washing all the blood off. So anyway, after Fen killed Eddie and escaped, Betty and Yori tailed him through the lair. Just to make sure he didn't stumble on anyone and hurt them by accident. Wade helped them herd him to the crate by remotely locking doors along the way. Then, after he got the gun, they made sure he found his way to the lounge. The rest you know.”

“Sure do! But I don't rightly get why y'all went ter so much trouble. Seems ta me there were all sorts a ways you could a got rid of that varmint.”

“It's not just about killing. Fun as it may be. It's also about achieving the desired results. That is something you need to learn about too. The way we did it made Drakken think it was all Eddie's own fault. That's why you can't tell anyone what really happened. Except what you did to Fen, that is. You can tell Drakken all about that. I'm sure he'd be happy knowing his cousin's murderer met such a nasty end.”

“Ya really think it were nasty? What all I did?”

“You bet. I couldn't have done it better myself. It was wonderfully evil.”

Joss felt a blush rise in her cheeks at Kim's praise. “Y'all was right about it too. I sure enough did enjoy it.”

Kim stroked the girl's cheek with the tip of her tail. “It's a beginning. The more evil you do, the more you'll love doing it.” She slid down off the bed. “Now it's time you got some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.”

Joss smiled as she watched Kim stride toward the door. “Is we really gonna get ta do allot a killin?

At the door, Kim paused and touched a control panel, lowering the room's light to a dim glow. “Lots and lots.” She looked back toward her cousin and smiled into the darkness. “I'm so very proud of you.”

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Light spilled out of the open door, illuminating the two people just outside. They smiled as a wholly expected question greeted them.

“Felix? Zita? What are your two doing here? You're supposed to be on a cruise ship, out in the middle of the ocean somewhere.”

The newlywed's moved through the open door, as Felix replied. “We decided to cut our honeymoon short.”

The door swung shut behind them. Felix's mom hugged him, then her daughter in law. “Not that I'm not glad to see you both, but why on Earth would you do that?”

Zita returned the hug. “We heard there was some strange stuff going on.”

The older woman nodded. She could understand why recent happenings would be of concern to them both. “You could say that. Everybody I work with at the Space Center has been all abuzz about it...”

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The woman stood no taller than Ron's shoulders. She looked to him to be the type that wouldn't take kindly to mention of that fact. That she was wearing the uniform of an Army officer only added to that impression.

She spoke in no nonsense tones as she stepped forward and extended her hand. “Mr. Stoppable. Good evening. I am Major Dee Cysiv. I have been assigned by the President of the United States as your military liaison for the duration of operation Heroic Surge.”

Completely befuddled, he shook her hand. “Umm... Hi. Come in?”

The Major removed her cap, tucked it into her belt, picked up the briefcase at her feet and stepped inside the Tower. “Thank you sir. I look forward to serving with you.”

Ron immediately began to warm up to the small woman, even though he was still quite puzzled. He gestured toward the elevator. As they headed in that direction, he asked. “Why do we need a military liaison?”

She stepped onto the elevator with him. “I must say I admire your courage sir. But the President hardly expects you and your people to take on this mission by yourselves. My job is to coordinate with the troops assigned to your command. There are...”

As the elevator rose, Ron's mind fogged. He didn't even hear her list off the troops she mentioned. All he could see was a vision. It was the same one he'd had when he spoke with Father Phred. He saw himself seated atop a white horse, clad in armor. The only difference being, he was now leading a vast army into battle. The vision disappeared as the elevator came to a stop.

Oblivious to Ron's space out, the Major was still speaking. “...On your arrival. To facilitate this, there is a heavy lift transport jet being fueled and prepped for take off at this very moment.”

He tried to focus as they stepped off the elevator. “Right now?”

“Of course sir, there is no reason to delay.”

As they approached the door to the control room, Ron grinned. He now had the answer to two of the three things he could already hear still being hotly debated. Maybe even all three.

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(September 11th 2007, 4:00 am)

Shego yawned so wide, she thought her jaw might unhinge. “It's too fucking early Princess.” She lifted her coffee cup and gulped. “I have an idea. Let's go back to bed. Sleep a few more hours, then attack at noon like they expect us to.”

Kim smiled across the dining hall table at her wife. She knew Shego didn't mean what she said. If she had, she'd have mentioned getting in a quickie too. “Now Sweetie, that would defeat the whole purpose of Wade leaking the warning to them they'd be attacked.”

Joss, who was sitting next to Kim, asked. “Why did y'all warn em anyways? I mean, I reckon I understand you giving them the wrong time and all, but why not surprise em completely? Wouldn't that be better?”

Since Kim was stifling her own yawn, Betty answered. “Surprise is always a good tactic. This way we get not only the element of surprise, but also greatly reduce the chances of them surprising us in turn. If we hadn't warned them we were coming, they wouldn't have spent all night moving troops and weapons into strategic locations to counter the attack. All their soldiers and police have been called to duty. Do you see the advantage now?”

Everyone at the table, which made up the group Kim hand picked for the assault on the main compound, waited for Joss to reply. Kim was about to prompt her, when she saw it was unnecessary.

Joss poured herself some more coffee, sipped thoughtfully, then said. “Y'all went and made em put all their eggs in ter one basket!”

Shego laughed. “You got that right, well a bunch of baskets, but we know where they all are. Even better they are all sitting there nervously waiting for something to happen at noon, not at the ass-crack of dawn.”

Kim looked at the clock. It was nearing that time now. She stood up. “K, people. Down your coffee, go piss it back out, and meet in the teleporter room in ten minutes. Let's go break some eggs!”

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Anne looked nervously around the medical area. Everything was prepared for the worst. She sincerely hoped it wouldn't be needed.

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Wade did a final check of the satellite feeds. Everything was ready. He waited patiently in the lair's command center for the go ahead from Kim.

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Ron hurled into a airsick bag as the transport plane hit turbulence high over the Atlantic ocean.

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Steve peered through a pair of binoculars at the largest military base on the island. Hidden in the tropical foliage behind him were half of the GS troops. He tried not to worry about Candy, who was leading the rest of the GS troops on another target. The order to attack would come down any moment now.

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Kim entered the teleporter room. She activated her nanosuit's Kimmunicator. “Start phase one Wade.”

She turned to the main assault group. “It's begun. The exiles and ex-pats are moving in on their targets. We'll give them a few minutes to sow some confusion, then the GS and Hench troops will begin their attacks. Once their forces are distracted enough, we'll move in. Let's go over our tasks one last time. Ricardo and I will take the residence. We'll take out any guards and put El Presidente out of everyone's misery.”

Betty spoke up. “I will take Joss, Duff, and Albert to the military headquarters building. We'll clear it, take control and lock it down.”

Shego grinned. “That leaves Yori and I to take care of Comrade's heroic ass.”

Dr. Drakken stepped forward. “Kysmerisikapativolrebat, Barry, and I are backup. If any of you signal for help, we come in blasting!”

Kim nodded with satisfaction. “Jack has a group of Henchmen waiting just outside the compound. They'll keep the enemy's attention focused on them, while we teleport directly into the inner courtyard.”

Wade's voice came out of the room's intercom. “They are sending out alerts. I think we got their attention.”

With a grin, Kim replied to him. “Start phase two. Begin the attacks on their military bases before they try moving out to help. Remind everybody, they are only to harass and keep them pinned down. No stupid risks.”

Shego snorted. “Yeah, not like we're about to take, right Kimmie?”

Kim laughed. “Not really. We know what we're doing.” She paused while a evil grin spread across her face. “They don't stand a chance against us. We are evil incarnate! Death and destruction are our calling cards!”

As the group began cheering and laughing, Kim set the coordinates on the teleporter. “Everybody get ready. It's time to go have some fun!”

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Comrade clenched the butt of a cigar between his teeth. “It is too early.”

Ignoring the confusion in the war room, he placed his helmet on his head. “I will go to protect El Presidente. Send more soldiers to protect the gates!”

He left the room, confident in the knowledge they would follow his instructions. They knew what happened to those who didn't. Moments later, he emerged from a stairwell, onto the roof of the headquarters building. Gunfire and explosions came from just outside the compound. He went to the edge of the roof and looked out over the courtyard. From every building, soldiers ran out and towards the gates.

He watched them pass the gates, on their way to do his bidding. The jets attached to his back ignited and he took flight. it was only a short distance to the building on the other side of the compound where El Presidente lived. At his greater height, he could see some of the fighting. He longed to join the soldiers, but he had a higher duty.

As he angled downwards toward the residence, movement caught his eye. Where there had been nothing only moments before, there stood figures dressed in black. He spun in the air and hovered above the disturbing sight. In smaller groups the figures began to move through the courtyard. Anger surged through him as he saw two of them heading toward the residence. He began to apply thrust, intent on following them. A voice reached his ears.

“Hey Asshole! Yeah you! Come here, I got a present for you!”

He looked down an saw a single figure left standing in the middle of the courtyard. Green flames rose from her fists and a smirk rode her face. He knew, as did every hero in the world, who she was. The infamous and extremely dangerous Shego Possible. For a moment he considered ignoring her. His duty was clear. He must protect his great leader. Her very presence changed things. El Presidente's house guards could protect him for a short time. Time enough for him to remove her as a threat. He turned and flew down toward her.

Kim and Ricardo ran to the building where their target lay. It took all Kim's will not to turn back when she heard her wife call out. Not to run to her side. She knew, better than most, Shego could handle the hero. If she could put the hurt on all her brothers in a fair fight, she could handle this guy in an unfair one. She had to believe that.

The two of them crept through the morning dimness. The building's main door was just ahead of them. No guards could be seen guarding it. It was a bit of luck, but not much. There were sure to be many on the inside. They moved past the door and made their way around the corner of the building. There was no sense exposing themselves to the danger of a frontal attack. Another door loomed in front of them. The one used by the servants and staff.

Ricardo reached out and tried the door. He whispered. “Locked. A not unexpected occurrence.”

Kim smiled as she dug in her belt pouch. Her fingers grazed the tube of her laser lipstick. She shrugged and pulled it out. It was tempting to try her hand at picking the lock, but stealth was less of a concern than expediency. She burned through the mechanism in only a few short seconds.

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A squad of soldiers ran down the hallway toward the main door of the military headquarters. Their leader called out as he spotted a group of rebels just inside the door. “Shoot them down!”

His men stopped and took aim.

They paused as another voice rang out. “Fore!”

Chilling laughter sounded from in front of them, as a tiny white ball bounced into their midst.

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Shego ignored the explosion from the military HQ, as she ducked under Comrade's metal fist. Her own flaming fist impacted his chest. The force of the hit caused him to stumble back a step.

Shego laughed. “Too bad I left my can opener at home. Looks like I'll just have to cook you in your own slimy juices.”

He glared at her as he beat at the burning paint on his breastplate. “I shall crush you! No mere woman can stand against my might!”

She raised her eyebrows. “Yeah, you know what? You can take your machismo and shove it up your cock loving ass.”

Growling with rage, and wounded male pride, he lunged toward her.

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Kim wiped her bloody claws on the corpse's uniform. She wasn't sure which had been more satisfying, gouging his eyes out, or shredding his throat. She stood and looked at the door he'd been guarding. She had a good feeling about this one. It was the only door they'd found that rated it's own guard. She stepped to the side as Ricardo tried the handle.

The knob turned in his grasp. “I would assume it was not expected anyone would get this far.” He pushed the door open slightly and peeked inside. “Ah ha!”

Glancing through the opening, Kim saw their goal. El Presidente lay asleep in a large bed. A white sheet was drawn up under his thick gray beard. His cheeks were sunken, his skin looked pale and waxy. The rumors of his ill health appeared to be true. Seeing there was nobody else in the room, she turned to Ricardo and whispered. “Go ahead and take care of him. I'll watch our backs.”

Ricardo stepped into the room and pulled a knife from the sheath on his belt.

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Shego looked at hole she'd burned into the hero's stomach. For a moment she was surprised he was still standing. Then she saw the sparks and wires danging from the hole and understood why. “I guess Dr. D. was wrong about you. You're not wearing armor. You are just a pathetic, gutless, cyborg!”

Comrade laughed as he pushed himself away from the building she'd knocked him into. “I gave up my body to serve El Presidente. That is why you will lose. I can be fixed. You will not be so lucky when I tear you limb from limb!”

She laughed at his grandstanding. “Well before you do that, answer me one question. How exactly do you plan to do that without your head?”

From the shadow cast by the early morning light behind the building, came a blur of metal. The last thing Comrade saw as his head dropped toward the ground, was Yori folding her battle fan.

Shego gave the ninja a smirking look. “You took your sweet time joining the fun.”

Yori gave her a little bow. “It was my pleasure to watch you fight while I awaited the best opportunity to strike.”

“Likely story. Anyway, let's...”

A yell cut her off. “Shego!”

She turned to see Joss running toward her from the HQ building.

Joss skidded to a stop. “Betty told me I had ta warn ya. That comrade guy is one of them there cyborgs!”

Shego reached out and turned the girl around. She could see the teenager's eyes widen at the sight of the headless half man, half machine. “Oh! I reckon you know then.” She turned back to Shego and Yori. “Then we has only got ta be taken care of the other one...”

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Kim glanced down the hallway. So far there was no sign of more soldiers coming to their leader's aid. She turned and stepped into the room. She didn't want to miss seeing Ricardo dispatch El Presidente. He was leaning over the bed with his knife already raised. It plunged downwards. She heard a strangled gasp. Blood sprayed across the room. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw a metallic hand bursting from Ricardo's back.

El Presidente rose from the bed. He threw Ricardo off his metal arm with a seemingly effortless twitch. “Did you really think you could assassinate me? I have cheated death once already! There is nothing you can do to harm me!”

Kim moved toward Ricardo's limp form. Just as she was about to reach him, he disappeared. He wasn't dead! He had to be alive to activate the emergency teleport.

So great was her relief, she was distracted for just one moment too long. El Presidente was right on top of her. Searing pain, more agonizing that anything she could consider remotely pleasurable, coursed up her arm as he grabbed her. His bloody metal hand twisted and pulled. She fell to the floor screaming, clutching the mangled stump where her arm had been.

She fought against the pain as the semi-mechanical dictator laughed. The only hope she had left was to activate her own emergency teleport. She squeezed her eyes shut, concentrating on the thought. Nothing happened. Only too late did she realize why. She lay naked on the floor. Her nanosuit was gone. The metal band that held it's programming, and the nanobots in cohesion, was on the arm she no longer had.

Faintness from lack of blood began to overtake her. Darkness overtook her vision. The last thing she saw was a gleaming metal foot, descending toward her head.

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THE END... Not really.

The story will be continued in part three. “Demon Princess.”
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