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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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Kim placed her tray of dirty cutlery and crockery on the rack provided beside the serving range and looked around the room. While she had still been queuing for her breakfast she had caught sight of that woman in the white shinobi-shozoku leaving the great hall with a take-out box on a cardboard tray, because - Kim presumed - she was too shy to take her hood off in front of everybody. A handful of other people had done likewise, but the majority of competitors had sat at the long refectory tables and eaten breakfast en-masse. Kim had supposed that it would be a great opportunity to meet some of the people she would be competing against, but as luck would have it, neither the two men she sat between, nor the woman who sat opposite her, spoke a word of English. Nor, it seemed, did they share a common first language between themselves. There was some painfully stilted three way communication in what Kim recognised as Spanish, but it barely got beyond "Hello, my name is… and I come from…"; Kim had used intelligent guesswork to gather even that! If she had had the Kimmunicator with her she could have selected 'Simultaneous Translation Mode' and followed the conversation that way; all those country's visited and Kim was still as linguistically challenged as the most insular of her friends; the magic box of tricks had obviously made her lazy, and she had only noticed when she didn't have it to hand. All she knew was that the woman was from Brazil, judging by the Green & Gold of her uniform and the Brazilian flag on the lapel, one of the men was from somewhere in Western Europe, and the other from Russia. And that they had returned her smiles and polite nods when she left the table.

But right now… she was all about business!   This wasn't much of a mission, but that was no excuse for not being conscientious, and the sooner she got it out the way, the sooner she could focus entirely on the serious business of enjoying herself to the max, before she had to return through the looking glass to a fairly unappetising reality...

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There were four accessible levels above the mess hall, reached by rough hewn stone steps. The tunnels here were cut from bare rock, lit mainly by strip lights, occasionally by ancient bulkhead fittings, now equipped with modern LED bulbs, some of them flickering and non-functional. Occasional faded paint marks on the stone hinted at previous occupants of the island; some were faded remnants of Kanji signs, almost a century old, others were fragments of English only half as old, although nothing that was legible; it was clear that somebody had painstakingly scrubbed and chipped away at those markings to erase them as far as possible, many decades earlier. These tunnels and galleries were all shown on the old British maps that Kim had seen, and memorised. Some of the empty chambers now contained random modern stores, such as paper towels, toilet rolls, kitchen foil, bars of soap and laundry detergent stacked high; some of the more valuable items were stored in chambers protected from pilfering by more recently installed locked steel cage gates. Almost every chamber she visited on these upper levels bore evidence, by way of dust-filled blind bolt holes in the rock and ancient scrape marks on the floor, of having been stripped bare many years previously. One thing that there definitely wasn't any evidence for, though, was that any part of the old workings had been 'disappeared' to provide a hiding place for up to two hundred and fifty thousand tonnes of excavated material. In fact, until she came to a very solid steel ceramic laminate door that she knew led to a small gallery and the top of Lo Pin's volcanic plug, there was nothing that she hadn't been able to inspect personally, and there was not a wheelbarrow full of rock spoil to be seen!   She supposed that behind the door there might be communication antennas, maybe a look-out post or something similar, or perhaps the all but impenetrable vault door was designed to keep intruders who might land on the top of the island out of the tunnel network? Either way, she didn't feel any motivation to be curious right now. She crossed the upper levels off of her mental checklist and then retraced her steps.

Heading back down to the mess hall, she quickly explored the two accommodation levels she had yet to visit. They were mirrors of her own level, which she had explored at least visually en-route to breakfast. A long snaking tunnel that had been hewn out into a corridor and then 'prettied up', with locked doors apparently giving access to suite after suite just like her own, judging from a glance through an open door as she passed. This area was all Lo-Pin Junior's work - it had first been mapped by the last British Special Forces team that had visited the island and made it back to tell the tale. And common to all three accommodation tunnels was the sudden stop at a rock face when Lo Pin had decided he had enough rooms. Again, there was no hidden rock spoil here! But there were more cameras. In the old upper level tunnels, the ones used primarily for storage or effectively unused, the density of the security cameras seemed quite low, although there was a cluster around the steel door at the top of the complex. On the accommodation levels, there seemed to be cameras everywhere in the communal areas.

Once more she headed back to the mess hall, which seemed to be the point where all paths crossed. A well signed spiral staircase, half hewn from the rock, half built up from concrete, and none too recently looking at its faded and stained patina, led down from an alcove in the mess hall to all three levels of the dojo facilities.

The extraordinary geological formations in this part of the volcanic plug had basically delivered an arrangement of solidified bubbles in the basalt that was simply begging to be re-imagined by the designer of the original coaling station as a network of three levels of individual natural cavern come coal bunkers. These bunker-caverns were linked together by three perfectly horizontal tunnels cut straight through the plug and fitted with heavy rails so that trucks for moving large volumes of coal could run backwards and forwards across each level, hauled through pulleys by a large stationary steam engine which filled the cavernous space where not long before Kim had eaten her breakfast. Of course all, or almost all of this industrial archaeology was long, long gone now, but if you knew what you were looking for, because you had studied the plans of the old coaling station in acute detail, the twin worn grooves in the floor of the arrow-straight stone corridor on what the signs indicated was Level Six were highly evocative of a faded past glory. Or past hubris.

However, whatever unspoken message the fascinating industrial archaeology around this part of Lo Pin's complex might convey, Lo Pin had certainly totally re-invigorated this large network of abandoned and forgotten workings. Each former bunker cavern now had a door of its own and was individually numbered, with an indicator light outside to show whether it was in use or not. Inside, the floor of each cavern was covered with a mat, the rock walls painted white, state of the art floodlighting and ventilation made these spaces that were buried deep in the bowels of the plug of an extinct volcano seem bright and airy rather than dark and claustrophobic. But Kim found the most interesting aspect of all these little mini dojos to be the 'holographic simulation' part. Kim was looking for rock spoil, not to practice just yet, but she couldn't resist a peek through a crack in the door of one of the occupied caverns, to see the Russian guy she had breakfasted with seemingly sparring with a trio of faceless but fully anthropomorphic and slightly luminescent opponents. It was fascinating, but it was also distracting her from her mission, such as it was. Nevertheless she was eagerly looking forward to getting to play with what looked like something really cool and really fun as soon as she was done with 'the day job'.

Kim moved back down the corridor to the spiral staircase she had entered by, and continued down to Level Five, which would have been almost indistinguishable from Level Six if it hadn't been for the signage. Again she traversed the length of the main lateral corridor , passing many closed doors with red lights outside signifying many occupied holographic simulation suites, and only a few doors with green lights outside; once again, she found absolutely no evidence of any of the detritus of concealed tunnelling activity.

The spiral staircase ended on what was now signposted as 'Level 4' of the complex. Here were more doors, but here behind each door was what looked like the mutant offspring of a mechanical bull, a grid-iron tackle dummy and a crash test manikin. The impression that this very industrial looking piece of hydraulically powered equipment would be ponderous and slow moving was only dispelled when she peered through the slightly ajar doorway of an occupied simulator cavern to see a white haired Aiki-Jutsu black-belt engaged in a very fast moving and dynamic ballet with one of the mechanical marvels as they tried to pin and throw each other. Kim had to be strict with herself and drag herself away before the denouement, but she knew she needed to finish her mission before she could allow herself to kick back and have fun.

Level Four differed from levels Five and Six in two other key architectural ways as well. At one end of the corridor was an armoured elevator door, accessed by a key card and retinal scan entry system, and a veritable battery of cameras; the corridors on levels four, five and six were otherwise far less oppressively camera-saturated than the accommodation levels. Kim knew only that the elevator led to three lower levels to which she didn't have access, but which she had been assured by both Global Justice's briefing materials and by Wade's analysis of the mapped known tunnel network, were simply not physically large enough to contain even half the estimated eighty thousand cubic metres of spoil from any serious attempt to dig up the buried nuclear device components, even if they were filled completely from top to bottom.

Level one was where the abandoned, backfilled shaft that was the root cause of her mission was situated. Kim knew, thanks to the various weighty intelligence reports she had read, that the lower three levels were also believed to contain Lo-Pin's private quarters, medical facilities, detention cells, services such as a power generation plant, water purification and desalination equipment and barracks for Lo Pin's guards. It was also assumed that the main security control centre for the island would be down on the lower levels. However, beyond the 50 year old historical layout map (as partially and incompletely amended over the intervening years by visiting British covert operatives), nothing was known about what now lay beyond those elevator doors. On the other hand, Kim really didn't think she wanted or needed to know; she suspected it was probably something unsavoury, but she had Dr Director's stern warning about the potential negative consequences of going off the reservation and 'building her part' in mind on one hand, and the lure of her dream vacation before her on the other, so unusually for her, it really wasn't a can of worms she was remotely interested in opening.

The second major architectural distinction between Level Four and the two levels above it was at the other end of the corridor from the armoured elevator entrance; a tunnel entrance had been cut through the rock about a decade previously. The mouth of the 'corridor end' of this relatively recent extension to the complex was protected by a heavy duty steel gate which was chained open at present, but was attended by the obligatory bored looking Dragon Fist gi wearing guard; the comparatively freshly cut tunnel turned sharp left after 25 metres and at the far distant end of it, once round the bend, Kim could see bright sunlight.

As the sunlight got closer, Kim was aware of more steel gates, a couple of what looked like big either carbon steel or possibly even titanium versions of a medieval castle portcullis embedded in the ceiling and ready to slam shut at the first hint of a need to seal up the tunnel, and a couple of sets of multi-tonne hydraulic ram actuated armoured steel laminate blast doors, set in alcoves in the tunnel wall. Clearly when Lo Pin made this hole in the side of his impregnable rock fortress, he took great pains to make it easy to plug at the push of a button.   As she approached the tunnel entrance, Kim could see she would be emerging onto a small sunbathed rocky ledge, surrounded by a low wall, and beyond that she could see only sky.

The thickest blast doors were predictably at the outer tunnel portal, where another portcullis formed the outermost line of potential defence against intruders, and what looked to Kim like a giant titanium iris valve surrounded the tunnel just behind it, but to be honest, the small stone ledge she found herself standing on was hardly an easy route into Lo Pin's geological fortress, blast doors and iris valves notwithstanding. For a start, the tunnel entrance was still two hundred feet above the jagged rocks of an unforgiving foreshore, on the side of the island opposite to the narrow beach overlooked by the accommodation levels . From here, and you'd definitely struggle to get to 'here', there were precisely two viable options, once you discounted scaling a sheer almost glass smooth wall of volcanic rock above you; you could enter the tunnel, or you could climb the exposed staircase carved into the cliff face that led up, eventually, to the terraces and open courtyards of the Dragon Fist Academy above.

Kim caught herself enjoying the moment as her eyes swept slowly over the stunning vista presented by the shimmering sea below her tiny rock perch and she breathed deeply of the warm but still welcome sea breeze. Her mind was already shifting gear as she mentally turned a page to what was coming next. She knew that the interior of the island wasn't crammed with crushed rock spoil, so her mission was now effectively accomplished. For completeness, or more likely because of the borderline OCD issue that kinder souls opted for describing as her 'Kimness', she would explore the Dragon Fist Academy area at the top of the narrow rough-hewn stone steps that climbed steeply towards the distant cliff-top; however, since she knew that almost all of the Dragon Fist dojo was open to the sky, and thus visible to satellite surveillance, it certainly wasn't a viable hiding place for tunnelling spoil. As soon as Wade dropped off her Kimmunicator with her, she would report in to Global Justice to that effect, but she realised that she had no idea when that would be; if Wade thought she were sailing to the island on a traditional junk, rather than a turbine powered hydrofoil, it could be days yet before her little blue lifeline put in an appearance.

Kim smiled to herself as she turned sharp right and began to run up the rock steps, slowly at first and then more quickly, knowing that for just a few days, she wouldn't have to save the world, or worry about her relationship with Ron, or wrestle with the emotional fallout from Shego's death, or traverse the moral minefield of her relationship with Global Justice and its treatment of poor Wade or... well, think about anything except the simple but immersive joy of combat. Inside her own head she began to whistle a happy, carefree tune to herself, and the loping run became an exuberant full-throttle sprint...
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