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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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Eight years ago:

Shego pursed her lips grimly, as the high speed modem buzzed and whistled, then trained and connected to its counterpart on an unlisted local number. She had bounced the phreaked call all across the United States, and then via numerous undersea cables and satellite links, through exchanges in Japan, Korea and Luxembourg; if anybody did manage to trace the call back to source, they would find themselves searching for the hacker around a payphone outside the john in a sleazy bar in a one horse town in Iowa. But they'd never get that far, partly because they'd need somebody at least as versed in the dark arts of cyber-crime as Shego to trace her call back that far, but mainly because they'd never even know that she'd been 'in' in the first place.

The anonymous X.25 login prompt that appeared on her VDU gave no clue to what lay beyond it. It was a long forgotten engineering 'back door' that would eventually lead her into the corporate finance system, an old modem sitting on a dusty shelf in a wiring closet at the back of a dark machine room, connected to a phone line that nobody at the corporation even knew existed. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, unwrapping the 'onion', each step moving her closer to her goal as she checked her notes for manufacturers default passwords and, as she penetrated further, carefully obtained or deduced access codes. Eventually, after bouncing around on the 'inside' of the corporate DP backbone, she smirked triumphantly, as a 'Welcome' screen scrolled slowly up her terminal window. At the very top, it announced "Hello Spare Finance Department User Account #3, Welcome to Go Corporation Management Accounting System!".

It had been a couple of years now that she'd been living a double life. By day, she'd been toeing the Team Go line, putting up with the petty indignities of the Go Foundation Trustees and the existential idiocy of Hego, intermittently fighting what little visible crime still occurred in the greater Go City metropolitan area the Team Go way. The nights though… they were all hers.

Team Go, to pick an example from Shego's recent spare-time project list, wouldn't ever be seen visiting a respectable upmarket city jeweller who had made millions of undeclared dollars from trading trafficked blood diamonds into legitimate circulation and 'persuading' him to choose between on the one hand, giving up the trade and ratting out his suppliers and on the other, learning to breathe underwater in his own marble sunken bath. Team Go certainly wouldn't be cleaning out his hidden safe at three in the morning, and giving most of the contents, minus a percentage to cover operating expenses, to carefully chosen appropriate charities. Nor would Team Go be breaking the kneecaps of the smuggling gang supplying him and then anonymously tipping the police off as to their whereabouts. Neither would Team Go be running the Russian Mafia out of town, smashing their rackets and pocketing some of their ill-gotten gains. And Team Go would never make irregular undercover nocturnal visits to the Go City red light district to turn violent abusive pimps into whimpering orthopaedic patients for shits and giggles.

For just over two years now, ever since she had relieved that bunch of drug-rapists of their ill-gotten gains, Shego had enjoyed quietly scrubbing away at the slime that lurked in Go City's deepest shadows, the fraudsters praying on little old ladies and the most unpleasant organised criminals that always seemed to be beyond the reach of the law, never mind the posturing buffoonery of Team Go. It had proved to be quite a lucrative hobby for her, in addition to being just satisfying enough that each morning she could face spending another day with the only family she had left in the world. Of course, of necessity, in her own time she operated in the shadows, rarely revealing herself to those she brought low, unless she decided they were worth co-opting to the growing list of people who she could call on to help her out somehow in future, thanks to the hold she had over them.

But she couldn't really do anything with her growing wealth; Hego was working minimum wage in a fast food joint, sleeping on a cot in the Go Tower and just about making enough to pay the Wego's allowance while they completed their education, and although it was entirely and inescapably his own stupid fault, and although he was basically a complete imbecile who deserved to suffer the consequences of his existential fuckwitedness, Shego couldn't help but think that he might be deeply hurt if she began flashing the cash around. And that was leaving aside the fact that he'd be aghast at the way she had come by it.

The Wego's were typical kids. The trustees of the Go Foundation had at least conceded that a public school education was incompatible with Team Go activities, so they were being tutored on the premises at Foundation expense. Mego was just bumming around, doing as much (or as little) as he needed to and no more, as he always did, while complaining that the world wasn't arranged for his sole convenience, also as he always did, and seemed intent on wasting his life. So Shego had more than one reason not to let Hego know what she was up to out of hours.

On paper, Shego was a full time student at Go College, funded by a mysterious scholarship that she had, in fact, set up for herself using some of the funds she had liberated from a Columbian drug cartel that had pretty quickly decided that Go City wasn't a good place to do business. It turned out that the informal and unconventional education that she had conspired with Amelia to fashion for herself made many of her courses moot, though; she was able to garner credit on courses in criminology, information technology, modern languages, aeronautical engineering, materials science, meteorology, forensic science , applied mathematics and forensic accounting with minimal effort; an unconventionally eclectic bachelors' degree had quickly followed, and then to fill time and stretch herself intellectually she had studied for a teaching certificate. She had quickly realised that she'd never make a teacher - teaching would seem to require a reserve of patience that she understood was entirely beyond her, and it was only a matter of time before some unruly pupil pushed the wrong button and earned a plasma enema, which while it would certainly be highly educational for the recipient, might be career limiting for the teacher administering it. But still, she enjoyed the intellectual challenge, and as soon as she had started the course she had known that she would damned well finish.

And she had.

Now she was just marking time, paying lip-service to a bare minimum of post-grad courses that she could pass in her sleep without needing to do anything that might feel like studying. It gave her an excellent excuse to be anywhere other than the Go Tower almost all of the time when they weren't 'on the job' together, and of course since a lot of her nights were spent wading through Go City's moral effluent, she used to catch up on lost sleep at home under the pretext of studying hard for exams she didn't need to study for nor even really care whether she passed or failed.

Other than making rent, paying tuition and buying equipment of her own, plus some on-the-sly gifts to the Wegos, and slipping Mego a few bucks to help her out with her vigilante sideline a couple of times when his need for money overwhelmed his general total lack of motivation, the rest was just piling up in various bank accounts in Switzerland and Lichtenstein. And a point of uneasy equilibrium had been reached, where Shego felt that she could survive, or at least continue to exist, in what amounted to a holding pattern with her life, for as long as she needed to, or until she found a good way out of the maze.

That uneasy equilibrium was about to be shattered.

Last week, Team Go had mobilised for the first time in about two months, courtesy of Aviarus who had chosen to draw Team Go out into the open by attacking the Go Municipal Orphanage. There had been mayhem and violence and a giant robotic bird that had made a satisfyingly large bang when it exploded in a giant fireball. And then Shego had chased the fleeing 'Dark Master of the Wing-ed World' back to his lair in the Go Jet, and there had been another explosive confrontation with the psychotic ornithological obsessive, involving exploding robotic hummingbirds, theatrical cackling and Hego being… well… Hego.

It was a good job he was effectively indestructible, since if he wasn't he'd have been dead the first time Team Go hit the streets! Shego remembered it well, as they had arrived outside the First Go City Bank to meet a fleeing, surprised and somewhat sceptical gang of violent armed robbers. The Wegos and Mego instinctively did the things they still did to this day whenever they ended up in a violent melee with 'evildoers' as Hego constantly referred to whoever their opponent was at any given moment, which basically amounted to 'Distraction' and 'Drawing (then dodging the incoming) Fire' respectively. Hego decided, incomprehensibly, to stand in the open in front of the bank with his hand up as if to say 'STOP', mouthing cheezy hubris-laden platitudes at the obviously puzzled group of heavily armed bank robbers, and very shortly Hego's moronic patter was drowned out by the sound of gunfire as various high-speed projectiles flattened themselves against his flesh. To describe him as 'Not the sharpest tool in the box' was to under-state the case significantly . The crowning glory was when one of the gang tried to run him over with the getaway car and ended up wrapped around him like a drunken driver round an oak tree. Hego, meanwhile, was still only on the third stanza of his 'Crime must not pay' introductory 'Formal speech to the villain and his or her hench-people', that he had obviously lifted verbatim from somewhere else, most likely from one of his damned comic-books. By the time he was ready to clobber a bank robber or two, it was all over; Shego had taken the balance of the gang down herself!

A little over two years later, little had changed. In fact, fighting with Aviarus made the whole 'Groundhog Day' vibe seem even more acute. And that had set all the little wheels turning in Shego's head. Who was building Aviarius' hi-tech toys? Who kept putting the roof back on his lair for him? Who was paying for it all? And above all, how the hell did a mentally ill obsessive with an avian fixation keep dodging justice to come back for another peck at Team Go? Why wasn't he detained in a secure rubber room, wearing a jacket with sleeves that tied up at the back, for the rest of his life after the very first time they had handed him, gibbering and ranting, over to the Go City Police Department?

But of course, Shego didn't actually have to wonder about the answer to questions like that any more. Thus it was that shortly after midnight that night she was sifting through the charred wreckage of 'The Nest' , her travails lit by a ghostly green glow. Two hours of evidence collection saw her leaving with a number of little plastic bags containing charred electronic components, the results of painstaking autopsies on numerous humming-bird carcasses, with batch numbers and manufacturers names embossed on them. But there was absolutely no paperwork in 'The Nest', there were no safes, there was no magnetic media and no sign of habitation; wherever Aviarus lived when plotting his obsessive attacks on Team Go, it definitely wasn't in his 'nest'.

And then once she had got them home, Shego had begun the painstaking task of tracing the components she had found through corporate provisioning, finance and stock control systems, tying them from the manufacturers to specific orders for specific customers, and then into specific sub-assemblies put together by those customers, and on into another set of purchase orders and deliveries to another customer. And Shego was shocked to discover that all the trails she followed led, despite some amateurish attempts to conceal them, back to the same place.

The Go Corporation.

The clear evidence was that there was an enemy within. And now Shego was going to unmask the cuckoo in the nest.

Shego interlaced her fingers, flexed them purposefully, and then with a determined expression on her face, ploughed into the Go Corporation Purchase Ledger...
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