The Monkey's Tail | By : Levi2000a Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female > Kim/Ron Views: 33474 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Sorry it's taken so long for this update. Real world stuff. I hope to be quicker with the next part.
Please let me know what you think of the story if you have time.
No real sex in this chapter. 17245
The trip had been uneventful. They discussed that once they found Yori, they should wait until after Wade had a chance to run some scans, before they removed the neuro-compliance chip. Dr. Bortal had given Wade a program that would negate the effects of the chip to give him a true idea of Yori's mental health. That had been what the chips were originally designed for. Aiding therapists in their treatment of the mental unstable.
Once they got to the site, Wade had to guide them to the actual "entrance." They had decided to enter through an air vent, thinking that there would be less chance of being spotted and it came out through an old wishing well, located in a garden behind one of the historical homes in the oldest section of town.
They all made it to the floor of the tunnel without incident after dropping down from the opening.
After making sure that they were not observed making their entrance, they were surprised to see some things that they weren’t expecting.
As Kim called Wade, Ron took Rufus out of his side pouch and asked him to scout ahead about 50 yards and then return. He then went to look at the vent they had just climbed through as well as the other things they found. Steve Barkin was looking at the things too, thinking to himself that they looked familiar.
"Wade." said Kim. "You'll never guess what we found down here."
"Ahh, electric lighting with some or none working, a big honking door ready to slide into place if a bigger honking motor is activated and no way to re-open it?" was his reply.
"Okaaay." she said. "Maybe you can guess. This looks sort of trappish. So, what's the sitch?"
"No idea. The other three groups found the same things when they entered. GJ was the only group that didn't have any lights on, but that works to their advantage and Dr Director is having some of her people try and get the hard copies of those hidden file in Washington, to try and shed some light on what's been going on down there. All of the construction it too old for this to be the work of Monkey Fist and too recent to be the original construction."
"Still more unknowns." she sighed. "How are the other groups doing?"
The Kimmunicator's image started showing signs of bad reception as he replied, "Both team Yamanouchi's ninja graduates and team Go have seen monkey scouts and are advancing slowly into the tunnels. Team Global Justice is going in with knock out gas grenades being thrown ahead of them. They are wearing self contained haz mat suits equipped with heat sensing cameras. They hope to advance and take out most of the monkey army ahead of them. Without the lights, they should be able to move without being seen."
"Standard procedure for dealing with an animal control situation." said Steve. He had moved to Kim's side, as had Ron, to listen to Wade's report. "Taken right from the GJ hand book."
"We've got another problem, or will have." continued Wade. "When I re-modulated the frequencies of the kimmunicator, the new one is more susceptible to interference. The underground electrical cables for three power grids are up ahead and above your path. We won't be able to communicate for about 300 yards. There's no problem with the others, it will just affect your group. It can't be helped."
Kim checked her map of the tunnels." That will mean we'll be out of communication until we reach this area marked as the 'repair rooms.' Right?"
"Right." he said.
"I wish my battle suit wasn't on the fritz again, but if it can't be helped, it can't be helped. We'll call when we get beyond the interference." said Kim as she turned off her kimmunicator.
Rufus returned and told them the way was clear but there were "other things," further down that he didn't understand. Ron repeated it for Mr. Barkin's sake as they prepared to move out.
"You actually understand what your naked mole rat is saying?" asked Steve with a slight tone of disbelief in his voice.
"Well, yeah." said Ron as if it was nothing.
"He also speaks 'monkey, mutated wiener dog' and 'cockroach', but only if the cockroaches are bigger than small dogs." said Kim smiling proudly as she followed Ron and started moving down the tunnel.
Steve Barkin just stood there for a second or two and shook his head and smiled as he too followed Ron.
They had only traveled about 40 yards or so when they came upon Rufus's "things." They were stacked against one side of the tunnel and they started with several stacks of drum, each about three feet tall. There was enough light to see the yellow triangle with the stylized C and D forming a circle in the middle of it. They were dark green with one word beneath the triangle. "Sanitary."
"Gee." said Ron. "To bad we can't call Wade to......"
"No need." said Steve. "It's a standard Civil Defense sanitary canister. Inside are toilet paper, towels, soap, and plastic bags to deposit your waste and then store them back in the drum. All things needed in case of a national emergency."
"That's why this setup looked familiar." he continued. "Someone in the government decided to turn this into a bomb shelter."
"A bomb shelter?" asked Ron. "What sort of bomb are you talking about?"
Steve Barkin looked like he was going to admonish Ron for such a question but then thought better of it.
"I guess a lot of people would like to forget that era, teachers and schools included. It wasn't the proudest chapter of this country's history. People losing their jobs or being arrested because of some meeting they went to years earlier, the Congressional Hearings on Un-American Activities, Tail gunner Joe. It was the Salem Witch hunts all over again." Steve had slipped into his teacher's role again as he went on to explain.
"During the 50's, Russia had obtained the atomic bomb and they became the new boogie men that parents used to scare their children with. The ironic thing was that the parents were just as scared. Everyone thought that Communist Russia would start dropping a-bombs on us and then come marching in to try to take over the country. A lot of people started a scam selling 'bomb shelters' to people so they could survive the first attack wave. Then they could come out later and fight off the Red Army. Those shelters would have never been able to hold off a direct hit, or even a near miss. Most of them were just placebos for a paranoid country."
"Mr. Barkin." Kim interrupted him to ask a question, fighting the urge to hold up her hand and ask permission first. "That was a long time ago and although you are older than we are, you're not that old. Yet, you talk about it as if you were there."
"Well thank you for that, and you are right. I'm not old enough to have lived through that period. But my grandfather was. Grandpa Barkin was sure that the Red Army was going to come sweeping over this fair land like a plague. He got all the info he could and built his own shelter, stocking it with all the proper equipment to survive with that he could buy. A weekend visit to my grandfather's meant that you would pull a shift in the "Barkin's Bunker,' as he liked to call it, checking everything to make sure it was in good shape and nothing needed replaced. I also had to read all the books and pamphlets that were about what was recommended to be in the best shelters possible and I was tested afterwards."
"He even had pictures and detailed articles about what was in the Presidential shelters. A lot of those things, normal people couldn't buy off the street. Special medicines for radiation exposure, gas masks that could provide protection against biological and chemical warfare agents as well as against particles of radioactive substances, specially preserved food that could last eons without spoiling, and other items for simply surviving."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute." interrupted Ron. "The President had one? The President of the United States? He believed in all of this?"
"He had more than anyone. No one knew just how many but the rumor was that he had them spread all over the country, in case an attack came when he wasn't in Washington. That way he would have a shelter nearby and his were a lot better than everyone else's." finished Steve.
"So that means that this could be one of his shelters." said Kim thinking out loud. "Well, that could explain why Wade couldn't find out anything more about the tunnels. It'd all be Top Secret and classified."
"So what else can we expect? More doors that may or may not open. Robot controlled security devices?" asked Kim.
"More or less. Less on the robot controlled devices. They were still the substance of Science fiction writers" answered Steve.
"Okay. We had better get moving then." replied Kim.
The groups continued down the corridor, sending Rufus ahead to do a little extra scouting. They saw more stacks of supplies as they went. More of the sanitary drums, cases of insulation blankets, food, medical supplies, jugs of water and some cases of gasmasks without the filters. Steve examined one the gasmask cases. He said they were Dräger M2000 gasmasks and even though they weren't made anymore, these looked to be in good shape. They also noticed that it looked like several of the stacks looked like they had been pilfered recently.
As they were approaching the repair room and regain contact with Wade, Rufus came running back, chitterling to Ron and Kim that there were mutated monkeys in the room up ahead. The groups wanted to avoid being detected so they decided to try and sneak by.
With Rufus being the look out at one of the doors, the trio carefully moved past them. The one big door, indicated on their map to be big enough to let entire cars of the underground railway through, had been walled up and two normal sized added. They were about 10 feet apart.
When Rufus saw that the group had made it past the doors, he risked a quick glance into the room to make sure that they weren't heard. What he saw made his entire body tremble.
Ron saw Rufus running back to him and waited for him, thinking he would run up and climb into the pouch that he was carrying. Instead, Rufus ran right up Ron's body, grabbed hold of his eyebrow and started to try and to pull Ron back to the doors.
"Owww! Rufus, what's gotten into to you? We got past the room full of monkeys. Why are you so......? Wait. What was that?" he asked as Rufus chattered away what he saw.
Understanding came to him as Ron said, "Oh no. Guys! We have to go back."
"What's wrong Stoppable?" asked Steve. "Monkey Fist should be just up ahead."
"Yeah. But Yori is back there....... with the monkeys.........and they are not being very nice to her." he replied slowly.
Steve just stared at him. Kim gave a quick gasp and Rufus nodded his head.
It only lasted a second till all four of them started back the way they came. They were no longer as concerned with being quiet since they knew the monkeys were "occupied." When they had their backs against the wall between the two doors Ron said in a low voice," Okay. Steve, you and Rufus go in that door. Kim and I will go in this one. We go in on three."
As Ron inhaled to say "one," Kim dashed around him and into the room. He and Steve shared a quick look at each other as Ron said." Ah... three."
When Ron entered the room, he saw about a dozen man sized monkey ninjas. Most were semi-naked and at least six were now on the floor unconscious. Kim had literally caught them with their pants down and she was wasting no time in her attacks. The last time he had seen her fight with this much aggressiveness and determination was when they went to rescue her father after Dr Drakken had kidnapped him.
Something was different though. Ron couldn't count how many times he had seen Kim fight. He knew her style and moves. This wasn't Kim fighting.
She had nine down when the most intelligent one tried to make a break for it. He started towards the door that Ron had just come through. When the monkey saw him, he turned and started running to the other door. He was almost to it when Steve caught him with a single blow that sent him flying across the room into a bunch of cots. This area had been converted into a sleeping dorm apparently, for it was full of them with the only empty space, near the doors and that had a pile of empty boxes in it.
When Ron looked back at Kim, she had just finished off the last two and had her back to him. As he approached her, she turned and readied herself to attack him. Ron was looking into pair of eyes that he had never seen before. The closest he could think of to describe them was "wild."
"Kim?" Ron called hoping to snap her out of it.
She blinked her eyes and the look started to fade. After it was gone entirely, she pulled her hood off, looked around at the monkeys lying on the floor and asked "Ron, what just happened here?"
"You single handedly just took out all but one of the monkeys Kim." he said as he moved up to take her hand, looking into her eyes. "Don't you remember?"
"I remember you saying that we would go on three." she said with the sound of confusion in her voice. "I remember thinking that it was a good thing that you didn't pair me up with Steve, since we had never fought as partners. You know, getting in each other's way and such. I remember thinking that neither you nor Rufus should go into the fight since it might give Monkey Fist a heads-up that you are here if he felt you use your powers, and then I remember thinking.......Oh my God! Ron, I was back on Monkey Island." She searched Ron's face for an answer to her next questions. "Am I losing it, Ron? Are they taking over?" She definitely sounded a little scared at this idea.
"Kim." said Ron in a reassuring voice as he pulled her into a warm and protecting embrace. "We thought that this might happen. That's why we didn't let on to the others this part of our plan. We both knew they would try and talk us out of it." You do still think it's the right thing to do don't you?" he asked.
She pulled back from Ron's embrace until she could look him in the eyes. She saw nothing but the love and trust that they shared. This simple look renewed her strength and resolve that she could do anything. She could see it in his eyes. He believed in her.
"Yes. It is the best choice." she said as she hugged him. "I'm okay now. But let's find Yori and get this whole thing over with."
They both turned to start the search when they saw Steve Barkin standing there, looking down on the naked form of a woman. Tears were in his eyes.
She was half lying on her side and half on her stomach. Her body was covered in fresh scratches and bruises. She was drenched with a whitish slime that dripped from her. They all knew what it was. They just couldn't use its true name; it was that horrific a thought. Her eyes were open but they just stared ahead as if they weren't seeing anything at all. The only indication that she was alive was a bubble from her right nostril that expanded and contracted, telling them that she was still breathing.
They had found Yori.
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