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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 Five - Hunted.

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 36: Lightning Strikes.

(Somewhere in the African Jungle - August 7th, 2008)
Yori crouched on a high tree branch. She watched silently as Ron struggled to force his way through the thick, tangled, undergrowth. Even from this distance she could hear him talking to himself.
“I shoulda brought a machete! Why didn't I think to bring a machete? I'd give my right arm for a machete! Wait... No... My left arm. I'm right handed...”
The words pierced her tumultuous thoughts. They drove home a fact she'd come to realize while she spied on him and Sensei. Ron, when left to his own devices, was a very poor decision maker. Worse, when in the presence of someone with an agenda, he was all too easily misled. Had she not known without doubt she was no match for Sensei in a fight, she would have tried to stop him. As things were, all she was able to do was watch as Ron let himself be stripped of his monkey power.
Revenge on the one she once called her master would, and should, wait for the right time. Her only goal now, was to stop Ron from attempting to change history. For she knew, also without doubt, he was making the wrong decision in trying to alter the past.
At first, the task seemed too monumental. Even without his power, Ron Stoppable was a force that shouldn't be taken lightly. There was something about him that was akin to luck. An inborn talent for making the worst situation come out to his eventual benefit. She understood that, alone, she had little way of knowing what a confrontation with Ron would lead to.
Before they even left her homeland, she made a call. One she never would have before making the decision to leave the Yamanuchi behind. To follow Ron, she became r?nin, without a master. Only one such as herself could aid her now. The one she called upon knew the same anguish she felt, having been shunned by the Yamanuchi many years ago. The one she called knew also the pain only the loss of a child could bring.
As if summoned by her thoughts, Yori felt a presence by her side. She turned her head and looked at the woman who had previously not been beside her. Like herself, she was dressed in the total black of the ninja. Only her eyes showed themselves to the world from under her mask. Those were more than enough for Yori to recognize her. “I greet you, she who was once Kiko.”
The taller kunoichi stared at her with dampness in her eyes. “Yori. Please. It has been so long. Do me the honor of addressing me properly?”
Yori smiled as she wrapped her arms around the woman. She knew that the woman changed her name to one meaning “respectful child” when she was shunned. This was meant as a direct and rebellious gesture for what she felt was a wrongful decision on the part of Sensei. “As you wish... Kyoko...” Her tone softened as she finally allowed herself to speak the recognition expressly forbidden by the shunning. “Mom.”
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(Worldwide Evil Empire Headquarters, Middle of the North Atlantic - August 8th, 2008)
Purple clad minions, each bearing a stylized Greek letter on their chest, cowered with arms raised above their heads as they stared at the three squads of well armed GJ troopers surrounding them. They'd tried their best to fend off the attack on the partially reconstructed ocean going fortress, but the invading force had been too much for the three of them to resist. The leader of the minions, Lambda, let out a defeated sigh as he and his fellows were searched for hidden weapons.
Of the remaining minions, he was the only one left who was around the last time GJ forces made such an assault. Things hadn't been going well for the WEE since the day Dr. Director and Kim Possible came in search of the kidnapped Ron Stoppable. A bad economy, construction delays, and finding new minions who didn't know their illustrious leader's predilection for giving those who failed him “The Chair,” slowed the rebuilding of the organization to a years long crawl. Now, it seemed, those glory days would never be seen again.
Once the search was finished, the agent in charge of the GJ task force addressed the captured villains. “Alright you goons. Start talking. Where's your boss? Where is Gemini?”
Lambda shrugged, thinking of the other reason rebuilding the WEE was so slow. Gemini's monthly disappearances to some secret, unknown, and very hush-hush destination. He grinned at the agent. “Your guess is as good as ours.”
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(Los Angeles, California)
The petite, auburn haired, woman opened her front door. Her slender figure, which looked like it belonged to a woman half her age, was almost completely hidden by the frilly white apron she wore over her immaculate business suit. The suit was normal attire for the producer of some of Hollywood’s biggest films. The apron was only for special occasions. She looked up at the large, muscular, man standing on her front step. His prematurely gray streaked hair was styled up in a well coiffed pompadour. A neatly trimmed goatee framed his mouth which, along with his black eye patch, gave him a metrosexually roguish look. “There you are young man, and right on time too.”
Sheldon Director, known in villainous circles as Gemini, head of the Worldwide Evil Empire, leaned down and planted a kiss on her cheek. “Hello Mother.” He scratched behind the ears of the toy Chihuahua tucked under his prosthetic arm. “You know Pepé and I would never dare be late for our monthly family dinner.”
Sara checked her watch as she led her son through the living room and into the kitchen. “I do hope your sister gets here soon. Supper is almost ready.”
Gemini was surprised at such a lapse on the part of his younger sibling. While he and his twin were bitter enemies, they did agree on one single thing. Keeping their mother in the dark about their true relationship. They might threaten to tell her, but neither had the guts to actually do so. She might be small, but the woman he was watching stir a pan of spaghetti sauce, was not someone to cross lightly. By long standing mutual agreement, they put aside their differences once a month and became, for a few short hours, the loving children their mother wished them to be.
The act wasn't all that difficult to pull off either. When the both of them tried really, really hard, they could actually stand to be together, and get along, for a short time. With the help of cover stories, to hide what they actually did for a living, they both did their best to make their mother happy. As far as the woman who was cooking his favorite pasta knew, he was the owner of a small dog grooming salon in San Francisco, and his little sister was an analyst for a research think tank in Virginia. They were lucky, so far, that their stories held up. Since their mother was so busy with her own career, she didn't get the chance to take time off and visit them.
He put Pepé on the floor, where the little dog scampered happily about, and began to take his favorite seat at the table. Something else he and his sister had fought about while growing up. Before he could settle into his hard won spot, his mother turned her head and spoke.
“Sheldon? Be a dear and get the Parmesan cheese from the pantry?”
“Yes Mother.”
He was still wondering where Betty could be as he searched through the small room down the short hallway from the kitchen for the grated topping no true spaghetti should be without. His mother didn't do much cooking outside of the once a month dinners, so it made him wonder why she had so much stuff cluttering up the shelves, making his search an annoyingly difficult task.
Finally, behind a can of peas and a spare toaster, he found it. Just as he was turning with his prize, there came a series of loud thuds, and the sound of breaking glass, from the kitchen. He was already rushing toward the noise when he heard the spine tingling sound of his mother's scream, and Pepé's frantic barking. He skidded to a dead stop in the kitchen doorway. Red splashes covered the walls. He stared at the sight of two GJ agents backing his mother into the counter next to the stove.
For the briefest of moments he thought the red was blood, but realized it was only the spaghetti sauce flung from the saucepan she was using to fend the intruders off. Then he saw another kind of red. Red that covered the whole of his sight. The red tinge of anger.
He ripped the glove he usually wore off his metal hand and raised the high tech gauntlet to point at the uniformed men. The room became quiet and still as his finger missiles armed with a loud click. His voice came out as an evil hiss, slithering through the shocked silence. “Nobody lays a hand on my mother...”
Twisting contrails followed the tiny weapons as they burst from the tips of his mechanical fingers and sped across the room. When the smoke cleared, it was a tossup which had done the most to bring the men down, the impact of the stun charge in the heads of the missiles, or the dented cast iron pan in Sara's hand. Gemini lunged across the kitchen and gathered up the small woman in his arms.
Sara leaned her head against her son's broad shoulder and felt the relief that came from knowing he'd been there to protect her. Her eyes flicked to the unconscious agents being urinated on by the, once again yipping, dog. She almost laughed at the fitting statement the tiny animal was making. “Well, this wasn't Elizabeth's doing. She would never send any of her agents here to attack you, and certainly not me.”
In shock, Sheldon held his mom out at arms length and stared into her completely calm, yet intent, face. He'd only seen that look three times in his entire life. On the face of his sister, whenever they fought. On the face of Kim Possible, when she came to rescue her friend. And lastly, in the mirror. “Y..you knew?”
Sara freed herself from her son's grasp and placed her hands on her hips. “What kind of mother would I be if I didn't know what my children were up to with their secretive little games? We'll discuss the career paths you and your sister have chosen later. Right now, I must ask that you continue putting your petty rivalry aside and help me find out what's going on.”
Under the impact of that unforceful command, there was only one reply he could even consider making. “Yes Mother.”
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(Load Residence - Middleton, Colorado)
Wade opened his bedroom door. He didn't recognize the woman standing next to his mother, and he definitely didn't know the unconscious and obviously recently maimed man she was holding in her arms. Though surprised and confused at the moment, his mind spun into high gear. Who would wear so much makeup to hide her features? Wear a hat as an obvious part of her disguise? Why would she be in his home with an injured person?
Bit by bit, things fell into place as he studied the woman. The long black strand of hair escaping from under the hat. Deep green eyes. Smirk on her over-painted lips. “Shego?”
She replied in a tone of voice and manner that served to completely confirm his suspicion. “Right in one. I knew coming to see you was a good idea Nerdlinger.” She shifted the man gently cradled in her arms slightly. “Mind if we come in? String Bean here isn't as light as he looks.”
Wade turned his attention to the man. As she implied, he was slender. His hair was sandy brown and the skin he could see, that wasn't covered in bandages, was pale as Shego's own. It was the missing leg that finally clicked it all into place for him. His imagination added in the purple coloring that made him recognizable. “That's Mego?”
Taking the question as an affirmative answer to her own, Shego shouldered her way past the teenager. She casually strolled over to his bed and laid her brother down with careful ease.
While she was doing so, Mrs. Load asked. “They're friends of yours?”
Wade wasn't sure how to answer the question. Shego hadn't ever been what he would call a friend. He hadn't really met Mego before, but knew of him. The man, he was pretty sure was ok. Shego was another matter. He knew she'd given up her evil pursuits after the invasion, but didn't know how things stood with her otherwise. It was the sight of her being so caring of her injured brother that made up his mind. “More like business associates. They're ok Mom.”
The woman understood what her son meant when he said business. His business was working with two of the most well known heroes in the world, something that made her very proud. “I see Honey. I’ll let you get on with your business then. If you need anything, I’ll be in the kitchen whipping up a batch of your favorite cookies.”
As he was closing the bedroom door, Shego's voice came from behind him. “She's awfully trusting.”
He turned to see her removing her hat and coat. “She can afford to be, because I'm not. Before I ask why you're here, let me warn you this room, and the rest of the house too, are wired up with some of the best defensive mechanisms ever created.”
Shego nonchalantly began wiping the makeup off her pale, greenish hued, skin with the sleeve of her coat. “Does that include anti-surveillance equipment?”
“Of course.”
She tossed her stained coat on the floor and stepped close to the young man. “Good. I’ll answer your question then. We need help. We need information. And we need it right now.”
Wade stepped back and settled himself into his computer chair. He could hear the unsettling hint of desperation in her voice. “Why me? I'm sure you have plenty of other resources...”
Settling herself cross-legged on the floor in front of him, Shego laughed quietly. “Actually, Genius Boy, you weren't my first choice.” She lifted her hand and used her thumb to gesture over her shoulder, where Mego lay. “I couldn't lug him around too much, and I needed someplace close, where I knew I could get help. Loath as I am to admit it, there was only one person I could think of who fit the bill and made a habit of helping those in need...”
Wade shifted uncomfortably. Never in his life would he have imagined the infamous Shego seeking aid from his friend. “You went to see Kim? But she isn't home...”
Shego nodded. “Yeah, I got that. I also got that her house is surrounded by a bunch of GJ troopers with some mean looking weapons in their twitchy fingered hands.” She leaned closer to him, her face going grim. “If what little I managed to find out is right, Princess is in the same sinking boat we are.”
This new information told Wade the whole conspiracy thing was growing in scope. He glanced at his computer systems, which were even now working to come up with answers. “I'll help. Tell me everything you know.”
Shego opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the distant, yet somehow ominous, sound of the house's doorbell ringing.
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(Stoppable Residence - Middleton, Colorado)
Deena Stoppable peered through the curtains of her kitchen window. “I can see more of them from here.”
Elliott joined his wife at the window. He could see more of the same dark uniformed figures he'd seen from the living room. Their neighbor's house looked like it was in the middle of a malevolent insect invasion. There had to be at least thirty of them in all. He'd seen a lot of odd goings on at the Possible house, but this was something completely new in his experience. His puzzlement shifted to concern when he noticed a group of the armed men breaking away from the rest and marching in the direction of his home.
Hana Stoppable looked away from the TV, where her favorite musical group, The Flippies, were performing their newest song and dance number, Pre-School Sock Hop. She wondered what her mommy and daddy were looking at, that could be more interesting than watching her show with her. Hopping up from the couch, she started to head for the kitchen to satisfy her curiosity. She was halfway across the room when there came a knocking at the front door.
The Stoppable's entered the living room at a run. They gasped in fear when they saw their young daughter standing in the open doorway with a pair of armored men towering over her.
Hana smiled up at the troopers. She lifted her hand and crooked a tiny, delicate, finger at them, wiggling it for them to come closer. One of the men leaned down, and she whispered. “I've got a secret. Wanna know what it is?”
The man nodded his helmeted head as more of his fellow soldiers approached the door.
Her smile widened. “I'm a super ninja and I make bad people like you go away.”
Elliott grabbed his wife and leaped to the relative safety of the kitchen. “Get down Dear! It's going to be just like her third birthday party all over again!”
Deena hid behind the kitchen island. Fear for her daughter's safety was replaced with worry. Worry that her son wasn't here this time to keep his little sister in check.
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