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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 Four - Black Sheep.

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 23: Information.

(Middleton, Colorado - February 3rd, 1947)
He clutched his ill fitting overcoat around his body as he peered through the snow filled air at the two people walking down the hospital steps. He watched with hateful eyes as the older man helped the younger woman into a sedan. Though he wanted them dead for what they did to him, there was something he wanted even more.
Dietrich Hall waited until the car drove off into the night before leaving his hiding place in the alley. He shuffled through the deepening snow toward the entrance of the hospital. Months of running and hiding made him half the man he was before. His once portly body shrunken from illness and poor food. His mind, however, was undiminished.
Warm air puffed around him as he entered the reception lobby. He took a moment to bask in the warmth, orient himself, and remember why he was here. His dream had almost died, and he along with it. Only one tiny shred of knowledge kept him going. The knowledge that one of his test subjects hadn't been a failure. He'd seen it in her eyes, in her actions, as she tried to kill him.
A signboard near the front desk told him where he wanted to go. He turned toward the stairs, and his one last hope for the future. It took months for him to track her down. Not an easy task with the law always too close on his heels. Once he found her, his hopes raised to infinite proportions.
Leaving the stairs at the second floor, he walked down a silent corridor. His eyes went from sign to sign, until he found the right one. He checked over his shoulder, and seeing nobody about, he entered the maternity ward.
The faint cries of hungry infants greeted his ears. Within moments, he was staring through the large glass window at his dream brought to life. All thanks to his genetic alterations, pure luck, and the sadistic urges of his nephew.
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The nurse entered the room with an infant burping on her shoulder. She lay the newborn baby girl down in the crib. “Don't you worry little one. I'm sure some very nice people will come along and adopt you and your brother very soon.”
She turned to the crib next to it and felt her heart fill with panic. It was empty.
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(Peruvian lair - August 6th, 2008)
Will Du watched the indicator showing the elevator was rising to the main level of the lair. He peeled a bit of syntho-skin off the palm of his left hand as he waited for Tappe to arrive. The stuff was what Dr. Drakken originally used for the outer casing of his syntho-drones. Will didn't have any of the gooey insides to go with it, but he did find another use for the flesh-like covering.
When he talked with Tappe earlier, the man indicated they should speak face to face. Will could tell he wasn't mad about his own strategic retreat. In fact, Tappe told him there was a new plan from the U.N. Special Council, with less restrictive guidelines, which would make the mission simpler. That news cheered Will to no end. He couldn't wait to show the man his latest idea for taking out target number two. He jotted down a note about the idea, then left the work area.
The elevator doors opened to reveal Redmond Tappe. Will only took peripheral notice of the man himself, as his eyes immediately locked on the pistol in Tappe's hand. It was pointing directly at him. The sound of the gun firing was a loud roar in the confined space. Will barely had time to register the look of malevolent hatred on Tappe's face, or even realize he'd been shot, before unconsciousness overtook him.
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(26 kilometers north of Nicoya, Costa Rica)
Being smart wasn't always enough. The smartest person in the world couldn't use their intelligence without complete and accurate information to work with. It was something her predecessor, the former head of Global Justice, impressed upon her when she first joined the elite organization. At the time, it was a bitter pill for Betty Director to swallow. She'd been only eighteen years old and very proud of her ability to reason things out on her own. That was what got her advanced through high school before she reached fourteen, and college by eighteen.
Looking back, she could now see it was only her own intellectual vanity, and the drive to excel against her brother, that got her that far. As an agent, she took her fair share of hard knocks before the realization of those words became set in stone in her mind. Knowledge was power. By the time she replaced the woman who guided her as the head of GJ, it was a lesson she knew by heart.
It was the search for information that brought her here. Betty ran her single eye over the flickering beer sign in the window of the cantina. Reasoning could only bring her so far, to the place she figured it all started. Until his mission here, Will had been his usual steadfast and unbending self. Something here changed that. She had to know as much as she could before reporting the truth behind the Go City incident to the Council.
She pushed aside the swinging, saloon type, doors and entered the noisy bar. Salsa music blared from a battered jukebox. Most of the tables were filled with local farmers and workmen. At one, a couple of elderly men played dominoes, their silent intensity on the game a counterpoint to the raucous revelry going on around them. She threaded her way across the room, her mind replaying the few facts she had to work with so far.
The shards of Go crystal weren't the only things missing from the R&R division. Some of the other items on the list Professor Assay compiled for her were both perplexing and disturbing. That all the missing things were accounted for on the inventory Will did himself, was damning evidence of his complicity.
Then there was the information she gleaned from Mego only this morning. The man regained consciousness, but was extremely distraught. Not that she could blame him. He'd lost his brothers, his leg, and his superpower. She sat patiently by his bedside while he railed against the world, Aviarius, and even herself. Though his mind was clouded with anger and pain medication, he remembered one thing very clearly. Aviarius' boast of help from a mysterious friend. It was something she could not follow up on though. Despite the heroic efforts of the best doctors she could find, the villain hadn't made it through the night.
She was tempted to put down Will as the friend he spoke of. Almost. There was another possibility she had to consider. Will might not be working alone. A couple of the technicians working with him on the Lowardian machine remembered he'd been speaking with another man, one they didn't recognize, just before he left them for a while. All they could say for sure, was that he told them he was coming here.
Betty approached the bar. Her uniform, and the look on her face, made a couple of husky men open a space for her. She gave them barely a nod as she stepped into the space they vacated. She had little concerned about being molested by any of the inebriated patrons. Global Justice was known worldwide. Even the most steadfast drunk knew nobody messed with GJ. The few who didn't, learned the lesson quickly.
Yelling over the crowd wasn't an option. Instead, she lifted her hand, and the crisp bill it contained, in the air. The swarthy faced, mustachioed, bartender made a beeline in her direction. He greeted her with a gap toothed smile and an inquiry in Spanish.
She shook her head as she laid the money, and a picture of her former top agent, on the rough plank bar top. “Do you speak English?”
“Si Señora. Some little. How do I help you?”
Betty tapped a finger down on the picture. “This man was here about two months ago. Do you remember him?”
The bartender picked up the picture and the money. He studied the photo for a moment before setting it back on the bar. The money vanished without a trace. “No. I was not being here. It was day. I work night only. Hear about him from girl who serve drinks. Catalina. She not here now. He and other man come in. Other man leave.” With a push, he slid the picture across the bar toward her. “This man, he drink a lot. Then he leave. Is all I know. You wish drink too?”
She shook her head. At least that part was confirmed. Someone else was involved. “No. Where is Catalina? I want to speak with her.”
“She go Nicoya. Want better work. Name of place Compañero Provocativo. She dance. Is good help?”
Betty slid another bill from her pocket and swapped the picture for it. “Good enough.”
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I was an hour later that Betty found herself looking at the silhouette of a naked woman painted on the side of a building. Changing out of her uniform was probably a good idea before coming here. Dressed in a light yellow sundress, she pulled open the door of the strip club. Unlike the cantina, this was a place she was very likely to get molested in.
She let her eye adjust to the dark interior. Ignoring the suggestive remarks her presence caused amongst the gathered men, she stared at the stage. The swaying hips of the naked dancer under the single spotlight were almost mesmerizing. She smiled as she moved forward. If she found out something useful here, she might just be willing to let herself get molested as a reward.
Her eye never left the seductive dancer's body as she took a seat at an empty table. If that was Catalina, this was going to be a very interesting bit of fact finding. Betty didn't notice the looks she was receiving because she was too busy staring at the girl's body and licking her lips in anticipation.
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