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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 37: Deluge.

(Global Justice Headquarters - August 8th, 2008)
Redmond Tappe paced back and forth along the small dais overlooking the operations room. Large screens filled the wall beside him, each showing replays of agents and troopers reporting failures at their assigned tasks. He could feel the covert glances he was getting from the operators and scientists working at their stations as he mumbled, almost silently, to himself.
“Fools and incompetents all... I wonder if Du was the only one out of the bunch that could do anything right?”
His musing was interrupted when all the screens, but one, went blank. This one showed the face of the task force leader in charge of storming the Possible home. He stopped pacing and scowled at the man's image. Of all the teams he sent out, a failure from this one wasn't going to be unexpected. “Report!”
“Sir! As you surmised, there is nobody here. We did, however, find something interesting. And if I may be so bold, slightly perplexing.”
Tappe stared at the agent, letting his frustration show in his eyes. “Spit it out man! What did you find?”
The agent held up a photograph. It showed the hero who went by the name Ron-Man, holding an infant girl in his arms. Next to him stood one of the targets the GJ troopers still hadn't located and disposed of. The young woman was smiling as she touched the baby's cheek. Tappe snorted in disgust. He already knew there were connections between his bastard family and the world's most dangerous hero. It was one of the reasons he wasn't putting his own ass on the block, and was using proxies to do his dirty work. The last thing he wanted was to have that young man coming after him.
“So what? If that is the best you can...”
The agent on the screen shook his head. “Sir! It's not just the picture itself, it's what's written on the back.”
Tappe glared as the agent flipped the photo over, revealing writing penned on the back in a bold hand. 'Ron and Hana at Yamanuchi' Just below that was an addition in a different ink and style. 'With Hana's mother Yori.'
Tappe felt his eye's widen as he realized what this meant. The connection between Stoppable and the family he so desperately wanted dead, was deeper than even he knew. He pondered the implications of this new information, ignoring the agent who continued talking.
“We found the picture sitting on the living room coffee table. Right out in plain sight. That, along with the handwriting difference, makes me believe it may have been plant...”
Tappe waved his hand in the air, silencing the agent. “Speculation doesn’t concern me. Now listen closely. I have new orders for you. Take your team to the Stoppable home. If this Ron-Man is there, do nothing. Make up some excuse, but don't arouse his suspicions. If he isn't there, take the child and the parents into custody. Now this is very important, do not harm the child or anyone else. Is that clear? Leave no traces of Global Justice's involvement! I don't want to do anything to upset the world's greatest hero.”
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(Stoppable Residence)
The agent in charge of the Global Justice task force looked down at the little girl with a smile. He wasn't happy about his orders, especially since his superior didn't seem to care that it was an obvious setup, but was doing his best to follow them. He simply couldn't understand what this little child could have to do with the conspiracy, or why his new boss didn't want the Ron-Man to know. With the hero's help, they could have the conspirators put out of business in short order. “A super ninja? That's cute kid. When I was your age I used to pretend I was a fireman.” He squatted down until he was at eye level with the girl. “Now you got it all wrong about us being bad. We're not at all. Me and my buddys here are the good guys and we just stopped by to see if your big brother was at home. Is he?”
Hana shook her head slowly. She still had the feeling, despite the man's pleasant expression and words, that he was bad.
The agent stood back up, his smile becoming less friendly, and spoke into his helmet mounted microphone. “Clear to engage. Move in!”
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(Mystical Monkey Temple - Africa)
Ron was tired, dirty, and hungry. After a full day of searching the jungle, he was at least finally happy. There, on a low rise, was the place he sought. He smiled at the giant stone edifice peeking up through the foliage. Even though it was carved into the face of a giant monkey, he didn't let it bother him. Enough years had passed, that the resemblance to his old nemesis Bobo the Chimp, didn't even give him pause.
Only one thing made his joy incomplete. That tiny niggling feeling he'd had since beginning his search. The feeling that he was being watched.
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(Stoppable Residence)
Hana liked counting. Her daddy taught her lots of fun games where they counted things together. She leaped into a back flip. Her tiny foot lashed out at the top of the arc, connecting with the face of the twenty-seventh bad man. He fell to the ground and stopped moving. She giggled as she ran toward the next, avoiding the bullets he fired at her, as if they were nothing more than pesky little insects buzzing about her head. Numbers danced in her mind as she ducked under his gun and punched him in the groin. That made twenty-eight. Only six more to go.
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(Load Residence)
Wade opened his bedroom door just far enough to see who was standing in the hallway with his perplexed mother. This time, he was thankful to see, the uninvited guests were people he had no trouble recognizing.
“Howdy Wade. I hope y'all don't mind me an my Pa droppin' in on ya like this, but we is in sorta a pickle, an my granny said we should be a comin' here so you could be helpin' us out.”
With a relieved smile, Wade flung the door all the way open. He was beginning to see that there was more to his part in Nana Possible's plan than just gathering information. “Yeah. I know. Come on in.”
Slim and Joss started through the door, then came to a tense stop when they saw the green skinned woman standing in the middle of the room.
Slim looked from Shego's smirking face, to Wade, then back again. “What in tarnation is she a doin' here!?”
Wade opened his mouth to explain, but as was seemingly par for the course today, there was another interruption. This time, however, it wasn't the doorbell. He left the two Possible's and Shego staring at each other and ran to his surveillance system. He punched a key with his finger, shutting off the alarm, as he studied the readout intently. Moments later, he turned away from the screen with a haunted look in his eyes. “Shego?”
The woman glanced over at him, hesitant to take her eyes away from the Possibles, who looked like they wanted to lynch her. Not a surprising thing when she remembered the last time they met face to face. Obviously the whole incident at the Crooked D Ranch hadn't been forgotten, or forgiven. Her demeanor instantly changed when she saw the ashen hue of the young boy's skin. “What is it Nerdlinger?”
Wade took a deep, steadying, breath. “Shego. I've got a really big favor to ask of you.”
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(Mystical Monkey Temple)
Ron’s foot came down on the last step leading into the temple. One more step took him through the dark archway. The inner area was large, dome shaped, and almost empty. In the very center of the room was a stone staircase leading up to an alter. Directly above the alter, at the pinnacle of the dome, was an opening in the ceiling. Sunlight shone down through it. Just as Sensei had told him, when the sun reached it's apex, it would shine straight down on the alter. That would be the time when he had to place the Tempus Simia in the light. That light would activate the artifact, giving him access to any place in time he desired.
Ron grinned as he started up the stairs. The sunlight was almost upon the alter. He was just in time.
His grin turned to startled confusion as two, distinctly feminine, figures in black stepped out from behind the alter.
“What you seek to do cannot be allowed Stoppable-San.”
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(Stoppable Residence)
Hana jumped to the side. Her feet hit the living room wall, just above the overturned couch. With bent knees, she took most of the impact, then used the force of her momentum to push off with all her strength. She sailed upwards through the air, until she was above the heads of the two agents who'd been attempting to pen her in between them. Her arms stretched out and she tumbled over. By the time she hit the ceiling, she was completely upside down.
Once more, she gathered her legs, under, which was actually over, herself, and pushed off. Like a miniscule missile in a frilly pink dress, she shot straight down at the bad men. Her outstretched arms came together, slamming the heads of the two GJ invaders between them. She somersaulted to the floor and looked around at the devastation. The count was now down to two.
A sound from the kitchen told her where she would find the last of the bad men. It also made her feel true and gut wrenching fear for the very first time in her young life. The sound was her mommy screaming.
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Shego raced down the suburban street as fast as her feet could carry her. Her long black hair whipped around as she turned a corner, following the directions so hastily given to her by Wade. Another block passed by, and then she saw the reason the young boy had been so afraid. The house was in a shambles. Windows broken, door hanging off it's hinges, and still bodies laying in heaps on the front lawn.
She bashed her way past the remains of the door, just as she heard two gunshots ring out, one right after the other. She barely noticed the devastation that was the living room as she leaped over more unconscious GJ troopers. Flame danced to life in her hands as she passed further into the house. The tableau that met her eyes when she entered the kitchen was one that would forever be etched into her memory.
Three people stood over two more bodies. One, a tiny child, sank to the floor with an anguished cry of despair. The other two began backing away with their recently fired weapons pointed directly at her.
“We told her to stop! Told her we weren't bluffing... There wasn't any choice... S..she just kept coming!”
The sight of the little girl, crying over her dead parents, dredged up the memory of her own horrible loss. This was so much worse than some cosmic act of fate. This was an evil even she never dared contemplate. Shego let loose the anger growing inside her and broke the vow she made on the day her own mother and father died. The very air blistered as superheated bolts of fire sped across the room. Screams of pain joined the sobbing of the child as the Global Justice troopers were engulfed in green hellfire.
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(The Demon Realm - Adjacent Dimension)
Cathraxon lay on his back in the middle of his study. The cool stone of the floor felt good on his scales. With a claw, he turned the page of the book he clutched in his hand-like forepaws. It was interesting reading, but many of the concepts it expressed were beyond his understanding. Still, he continued to plod his way through the thick tome one of his fellows brought back from the human realm. It was his duty to try to comprehend everything he could about that other world. He would need the information on the day he knew was coming. The day when he would, once again, be summoned there.

A sound, barely heard, impinged on his awareness. It was like the tinkling of distant wind chimes. The book closed with a snap. A fang filled smile formed on his snouted face as he rose to his hind hooves. He felt the very air around him tingle. It was a feeling he remembered all too well. His wings stretched to their full spread and he hoped he'd learned enough. A black gash ripped itself in the air before him. A summoning portal.

He began to step toward it, then stopped as he sniffed at the magical essence surrounding the rift. It smelled different than last time. Less concentrated. More wild. It was as if the summoning was not a precise spell, but an act of sheer power. He scented the raw emotion flooding from the other realm. Fear. Loss. Desperation. He stepped into the rift with the knowledge that only one of his blood, in dire need, could summon him in such a manner.
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