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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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Directors Discomfited
Director Mackenzie sat white faced in his chair at the back of Secure Briefing Room 7, deep beneath the CIA New Headquarters Building, as the lights came up. There were less people in the room now than there had been when the video they had just watched had begun to play on the large screen, and it had been a select gathering to begin with.
After about twenty seconds, he spoke, a slight tremor in his voice.
"Where did we get this?", he asked.
"It was left in one of the Agency dead drops in Istanbul. There are no forensics, and we cannot identify the source. ", said the Deputy Director, European Operations.
At that moment, the Assistant Director, Internal Security, returned to the briefing room, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. "Sorry about that, Mr Director - something I ate for breakfast must have disagreed with me…", he said, apologetically.
Ignoring him for the moment, Director McKenzie continued "Shall I assume that the other domestic agencies not on Global Justices' shit list will already have seen this? In which case why didn't we get this from a domestic source?", he asked, testily.
"I'm told that Senate Intelligence Committee has explicitly read the riot act to the FBI at least about the consequences of further breaches of the Concordat, Mr Director. Nobody is sharing anything Concordat related with us - word is that people are staring down the barrel of life in prison for treason if anything from Global Justice finds its way to us from a domestic source...", explained the Deputy Director, Congressional Relations, apologetically.
"Whose side are they on?", exploded Director Mackenzie?
"I think they feel, however misguidedly, that they are acting in the national interest, Mr Director…", replied the Deputy Director, Congressional Relations, evenly.
"I am not going to apologise for neutralising a threat of THAT magnitude! Hopefully that video will clearly make the case to anybody who doubted it that Shego was an existential threat to the Unites States of America and that we were right to attempt to render her!", asserted the Director, testily, adding as an afterthought, "...and have we found the body yet?"
"No, Mr Director", said the Deputy Director, Africa. "The search continues, but the heat from the Pentagon is… becoming uncomfortable. There is now an imminent danger that they may go over our heads and appeal directly to the Commander in Chief if we don't release the resources we have sequestered. In any case, I don't think that there is much to be gained from further operations at the scene of the incident. We have recovered approximately 93% of the structure of the plane from the deep ocean, and our analysis is that if a body has been floating free in those waters for a week, our chances of recovering it now is effectively nil."
"Goddam it…", exclaimed the Director, angrily. The after a few moments, he said "OK, give the Pentagon most of their toys back. But I want the wreckage recovered to the US for further and continuing analysis. And give the NSA the nod that they are now running point on this, and we need to be ready to get boots on the ground to verify at a moments notice. If Shego's body or any part of it washes up anywhere, I want to know about it. And if those smug pricks at Global Justice find anything, I want to know as soon as they do if not before!"
"Actually, this video presents another difficulty…", said the Deputy Director, Congressional Relations. "I foresee some potential blowback concerning the… moral aspects... of our partnership with Uzbek Intelligence".
"Don't these people realise what is at stake here? Damn bleeding heart liberal milksops! You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs. Do I need to remind them how many hardened terrorists have only confessed to their crimes against us after our Uzbek allies have interrogated them on our behalf? We're protecting America here, not running a goddamn ACLU sponsored debating society! Ask them how many dead constituents abandoning intelligence co-operation and jointly sponsored interrogation with important allies like these is worth to them!", ranted the Director testily.
"Mr Director, politicians knowing that unpleasant but necessary things are being done in their name is one thing, but I fear that actually watching people being skinned alive by interrogators who obviously enjoy their work and to whom we regularly send suspects for interrogation is going to lead to an uncomfortable session for you and the Agency the next time you appear before them.", explained the Deputy Director, Congressional Relations.
"I'll just have to stare them down, then! OK, thank you gentlemen, that is all! Err...except you, Mr Assistant Director. Please stay a moment…" .
Those present picked up their papers and shuffled out of the lecture theatre wordlessly, until only Director Mackenzie and the Assistant Director, Internal Security remained in the room.
As soon as the door closed, Director Mackenzie turned to the other man, who was still looking slightly green, and said "In the light of the fact that we haven't found Shego's body yet, and of what we saw on that video, I'd just like to review my personal security arrangements and my protection detail with you, if you don't mind…."

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"So...", said Mike Jones to a rapt Dr Director, "the bottom line is, we have identified a very small chance that Shego may have survived the fall from the plane."
"How is that possible?", asked Dr Director.
"Well...", said Dr Hawk, clicking on the remote control to bring up the first slide, a picture of a stick figure diving towards a blue ocean; "Hitting the sea at between a hundred and thirty miles per hour, and two hundred miles an hour or so, has much the same effect on the human body as hitting concrete. However, Mike had an off the wall idea, as you can see; he asked himself what would happen if Shego used her plasma to boil a hole in the ocean at the point of impact. And it turns out he was on to something..."
A picture of the stick figure, complete with glowing green hands entering a hole in the blue sea, wreathed in whisps of artistic steam appeared on Dr Director's giant screen.
"However, upon analysis we determined that the chances of her getting it wrong were significantly greater than the chances of her getting it right. If she didn't light up hot enough, then she would hit still very solid hot water at un-survivable speed, just as if she hadn't lit up at all. And if she lit up too hot for her speed, then..."
A picture of a lobster in a pot on a hot stove appeared on the screen.
"Ouch...", said Dr Director.
"Yes, and if Shego did boil herself alive, that might explain the lack of a body. You might expect to find some skeletal remains distributed across the sea bed here, but the flesh would have disintegrated; we calculate that the bones would be distributed over a one mile radius on the sea bed, which is approximately a mile and a half below the surface over the possible impact area. We calculated that the chance of Shego correctly guessing the correct combination of temperature and impact speed for survival was effectively nil, but we also determined that if she hit the water at terminal velocity, meaning absolutely flat out, and with her hands lit at full instantaneous power, then she would have survived water entry.
"Then she would have needed to immediately begin to steer herself away from the vertical. If she hadn't done that, she would have impacted the sea-bed at two hundred miles an hour. If she was too conservative with her attempts to change direction, she would have either fatally impacted the seabed travelling more slowly and at a shallower angle, or at best run out of air and drowned before she made it back to the surface. If she had tried to change direction too aggressively then she would have suffered catastrophic injuries and probably rendered herself unconscious, extinguishing her plasma and stopping suddenly in the water from two hundred miles per hour; again fatal. However..."
A short animation appeared, showing the stick figure entering the sea through a hole, travelling in a bubble of steam in a looping arc back towards the surface, then the bubble collapsing and the stick figure swimming up to the surface.
"And the likelihood that this scenario played out to a successful conclusion?", asked Dr Director, apprehensively.
"Well, if she didn't hit the water at full speed, with her hands above her head at full power... nil. If she did? Well, the odds of reaching the surface alive and capable of treading water when she got there... somewhere between 5% and 15%. But obviously, the cumulative odds are significantly lower than that. And that would only put her naked and carrying unknown injuries, on her own in the water in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. And then she would have to attempt to reach safety. Which would be extremely difficult. However, if she did get this far, it could provide another explanation for why her body wasn't found by the extensive CIA search operation.", concluded 'Digger'.
"So, assuming for a moment that this scenario did occur, and Shego did survive the fall, what would her options have been?", asked Dr Director, calmly; she was still telling herself that she had nothing to worry about, and she almost had herself convinced; the number of stars that would have had to align for Shego to have got this far alive rendered this almost an academic exercise in crossing the 't's and dotting the 'i's.
"Mike, over to you...", said Dr Hawk.
"Right...", said Mike, confidently, nodding to Dr Hawk, who pushed the button on the remote to display the next slide for him.
A map of the Atlantic ocean, centred on the crash site, appeared, with an asymmetric shaded area superimposed.
"Factoring in what we know about Shego's strength and endurance, not allowing for any injuries she may have suffered in the fall, and making some reasonable assumptions about her optimal swimming speed in open water, then factoring in known ocean currents and sea conditions at the time of the incident, this is the maximum possible radius she could expect to swim before exhaustion overtook her, and we can assume that she would have drowned. We know that she didn't find a piece of flotsam to cling to, for two reasons; firstly she would have been found by now by one of the search teams searching for her body, secondly the NSA moved a geostationary satellite over the crash site 28 hours after the incident and have had a supercomputer looking for anything green in the water within 500 miles of the shoot down site ever since. In any case, apart from a short rain storm a few hours after the crash, there has been no precipitation within that zone since the incident, and so if Shego had been bobbing around out there for days, without potable water she would be dead by now anyway.
"So, to survive she would have needed to swim to safety, and the only landfall remotely within range is on the Cape Verde islands. There were four vessels that passed through the shaded area and that Shego could have been picked up by, but she would have needed to swim in a direction that she would have known offered no chance of survival other than being picked up by a passing ship, and the odds of her managing to fortuitously rendezvous with one of those four ships in quarter of a million square miles of ocean are too small to even calculate. And note that I said meet, being seen in the water and picked up by one of those ships would be even less likely, not to mention that they would have reported picking up a lone swimmer in mid ocean, and getting aboard a large vessel moving at cruising speed on the high seas undetected would be effectively impossible. In any case, all four vessels have been covertly inspected by the CIA, and nothing was found. We can effectively discount them.
"All of which leads to one conclusion; in the vanishingly unlikely circumstance that she survived, she would have had to swim for the better part of 24 hours straight to make landfall somewhere in the Cape Verde chain. If she missed the islands by even a mile to the North or South then the currents would pick her up and drag her up or down the coast of Africa, and would either still be out there somewhere, or have already ended up in the belly of a shark. The timing, by the way, is crucial. If she didn't make it within 24 hours or so, then she wouldn't have made it at all. So, all we need to do is find some way of proving that she didn't make landfall on Cape Verde the day after the incident, and we can pretty much wrap this up. Even if there was another survival vector for Shego from the initial fall that we have failed to identify, that part of our analysis will still hold good. But there is a problem with that...", said Mike, tailing off apologetically.
"You don't want the CIA to discover that we are poking around on the Cape Verde chain, and you need me to ask Mr Load to poke around on our behalf without tipping off the NSA?", asked Dr Director, the eyebrow above her good eye raised slightly and her tone betraying a slight frost.
"Err... yes, something like that...", said Mike Jones apologetically.
At that moment the map on the giant screen was replaced by Wade Load's young face. "Hi...", he said matter of factly. "You wanted to ask me something?".
Dr Director frowned and said "Mr Load, I do very much wish you wouldn't do that!".
"Sorry!", said Wade breezily, and obviously not at all chastened. "But I may be able to help you out."
"I gather you were listening in to our conversation?", asked Dr Director, distinct irritation colouring her voice.
"Umm... I just popped in to ask you when Kim was going to arrive on the island. I thought it would be rude to interrupt, though. But Dr Hawk, I had a quick look at your code while I was waiting. It's very impressive work. If you don't mind, while you were talking I had a little look at optimising the main thermal energy absorption calculation, it looked like it might be a bit of a bottleneck. It should run about eight times faster now. Feel free to use my version if you like...".
"Err... thank you... I think...", said Dr Hawk. "Now, do you have any ideas as to how we might...",
"I'm already on it", said Wade matter of factly, as the sound of two keyboards clattering in rapid stereo could be heard in the background. "And... I've pulled in some satellite images from a civilian survey satellite that passed over the Cape Verde islands on the afternoon of the day after the plane went down. And the Global Turtle Project has a tool I wrote for them that they are using to survey global Sea Turtle breeding activity by analysing satellite imagery to identify and count the impressions made in beach sand by females coming ashore to lay eggs. But if I amend the... pattern... recognition... routine... to... look for Shego's... footprints... instead of turtle drag marks, using... data from... the Global Justice profile, then... done. Hang on..."
The screen changed to show a fast moving sequence of satellite images of the coastline and beaches of the Cape Verde chain, with a counter superimposed. After about 30 seconds, a dialogue box appeared, containing the text "Sequence complete. Zero turtle egg laying events detected!".
"Well, I think that wraps it up...", said Dr Hawk. "After 24 hours of swimming, I don't see Shego scaling sheer volcanic cliffs, so if she didn't come ashore on a beach...".
"Wait...", said Wade, as more keyboard sounds rattled through the loudspeaker, "I just need to add in Shego's forearm dimensions, torso length, thigh and lower leg length. If she didn't walk out of the sea, she might have crawled... and... there we go".
The rapidly changing sequence of satellite images once again cycled across the big screen, and once again the counter sat resolutely at zero. And then on the last image, there was a loud "Ding!", the counter moved to '1' and the dialogue box that appeared reported "Sequence complete. One turtle egg laying event detected!".
"Holy crap...", said Mike Jones, in stunned astonishment.
Dr Director sat bolt upright as if she had just been electrocuted. "Mr Load, please tell me that is a glitch...", she asked anxiously.
"Well... it's a single trace, and that means I'm only 47.3% confident in the accuracy of the result. And bodily dimensions are not unique identifying features, although that precise combination is statistically extremely rare, so it could be somebody else crawling up the beach after a swim. Also, it goes from the sea and up the beach under the lighthouse on Ilha de Santo Antão, and it doesn't come down again. So if it was Shego, she was still there hidden under the cliffs when this satellite passed overhead. Let me run the same scanning sequence on the next pass of the satellite, 24 hours later...", said Wade.
This time the counter whirred like a demented stopwatch and the dialogue box said "Sequence complete. One hundred and Sixty-Seven turtle egg laying events detected!".
Dr Hawk gave a low whistle and said "Fuck me gently with a didgeridoo! When I told you how hard she was to kill, mate, I was just trying to gee you up a bit. That's... ".
Dr Director swallowed hard and asked "Mr Load, is this telling us what I think it is?".
"Yes, Dr Director. There is a 94.7% likelihood that Shego was on that beach, based on footprints and crawl trail evidence. And... these marks indicate she was using a crutch. Actually, comparing the two pictures I can see the piece of driftwood she cut up to make that crutch in the first picture. And... these are the offcuts she left... it looks like they have been cut using flame... so make that 100%."
"Oh no...", said Dr Director, slumping back in her chair, a look of utter horror on her face.
There was a stunned silence in Dr Director's office. Wade blinked impassively from the big screen. Several seconds passed.
Finally Dr Director took a deep breath and sat upright again, and said "This information does not leave this room for now. Not until we have a plan of action. Mr Load, tell nobody. The last thing we need is the CIA finding out she is alive and going postal on this. One thing I must do, though... I want Kim Possible back here right now, just in case..."
She pushed a button on her desk and said "Agent Simpson, I need you to send a priority flash secure signal to Global Justice 227. The signal is 'Vesuvius, Immediate, Red'. Let me know when it has been acknowledged...". 'Vesuvius' was the code word meaning 'extract Kim Possible'. 'Immediate' meant do it right now. 'Red' meant 'This is a Priority One assignment, see it through whatever the cost'.
"Dr Director, we have just received a priority coded flash from '227. Thirty minutes ago, the target they were tracking accelerated to approximately 60 knots and broke contact. '227 remains undetected and is making best speed to Point Lima-India to re-acquire contact. Do you still wish me to send your message?", said the disembodied voice from the desk speaker.
"Damn and blast...", said Dr Director, with feeling. "No, thank you Agent Simpson, don't send that message. Tell '227 to proceed as intended.". She hit the button again to close the line, and turned back to the screen.
"Mr Load, you said you called in to find out when Kim would be on the island. She may be there within the hour. Can you get her Kimunicator to her tonight?"
"Not tonight, Dr Director, but I can start the delivery process early tomorrow morning local time, yes. Doing it at night would be difficult and risky. Do you wish to get a message to her?"
"When she is back in contact with you, please patch me through to her immediately. I need to speak to her urgently. And please, Mr Load, let me tell her about Shego if you don't mind.". She didn't want Kim heading off on her own on some damned fool crusade to save Shego; that would complicate everything. And if Kim got between Shego and the CIA, then the consequences didn't bear thinking about.
"OK...", said Wade, frowning slightly.
"And with that, I must bid you good day for now, Mr Load. We will speak later I'm sure...", smiled Dr Director.
The ten year old super genius looked slightly alarmed and said "But I can help you find...".
He was cut off in his prime, with a loud klunk, as Dr Director hit the button to secure her office against all external eavesdropping. The emergency lights flickered into life, and Dr Director turned back to Mike Jones and Dr Hawk.
"Gentlemen, we have a serious problem. We need to find Shego, and find her quickly. And we need to do it while minimising the risk of a leak. Officially I should be tasking our analysis department to update Shego's file now and then sharing it with the membership of the Concordat, but the consequence of that would be that the CIA would know within hours if not minutes, and that would be... extremely undesirable for the Concordat and everybody else. But if members of the Concordat find out that I've been holding out on them, the best that could possibly happen is that the train wreck I was striving to prevent would happen anyway, and that I'd be fired. My first duty as Director of Global Justice is to protect the Concordat, and even if paradoxically that means breaking its most fundamental provisions, that is what I'm going to do. If we succeed, all sins will no doubt be forgiven later. So, I'm not going to share the bad news with anybody either internally or externally for now. Which means that we can't yet call on the resources of the Analysis department or anybody else. I know you are both scientists rather than intelligence analysts, I know you've gone the extra mile to do the brilliant work that has proved that Shego survived the incident, and I know that you haven't slept yet, but I'm afraid that you both also just drew the short straw; we are going to have to work out where Shego is ourselves if we can. If we need to call on Mr Load's expertise again then so be it, but I don't want to expand the circle of people who know that Shego is still out there somewhere unless I absolutely have to. You are no good to me if you can't think straight, though, so please, go and see Agent Simpson who will find you both berths on the accommodation level, and grab a couple of hours sleep. I'll see you back here in 3 hours or so, and we can start working out where the hell Shego is holed up. OK?. "
"Dr Director...", said Mike and 'Digger' in stereo.
As they stood up to leave they exchanged expressions of wide-eyed wonder, and as Dr Director hit the button to reconnect her office to the grid, they shuffled out of the door together.
Once she was alone again, Dr Director put her head in her hands and groaned in anguish.
A distant memory flitted through her mind unbidden. It seemed to come from a million years ago, and a galaxy far far away, rather than seven years ago in Go City. A memory of hot breath on her neck, of sinuously toned slick pale green flesh tightly enveloping her, of a sultry voice hoarsely whispering "I love you, Liz" into her ear, while her wrists and ankles chafed against the handcuffs as she writhed in pain and ecstasy... and then it was gone, an echo of two completely different people in a completely different time, of ships that passed in the long dark night, one heading for a breaking dawn, the other sailing further into the storm tossed darkness.
How cold do you have to be to intending to order the assassination of your ex-lover without being consumed by angst? Was her genetic inheritance reasserting itself? Was she the right person to be making this call?
'Right person or not, this is what they pay me for...', she thought. 'Although... if they only knew...'.
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