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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 One - The Project

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 04: Testing Begins.

(440 Broadway Street - San Francisco, California - February 3^rd, 1944)
Nanette payed the cabbie, knowing the generous tip she added would buy his silence about her, and her destination. She stepped out onto the curb and breathed in the cool night air. It helped reduce the spinning in her head from the drinks earlier.
Her head cleared enough, she wondered if coming here was maybe not the best idea. She really did have to get up early in the morning. The prospect of going to bed, as she told Mable she was going to, seemed less appealing after she left the cantina. What she wanted was to relax and unwind after the confrontation with Goatte.
She looked at the entrance of the club. It was risky, but here she could do just that. This was one of the few places she could go and truly be herself. She smiled drunkenly and headed for the door.
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Perhaps, if she had not been so drunk, she might have noticed the sedan pulling up across the street. She might even have noticed it was driven by a spurned, and very vindictive, man.
He laughed as he slapped the steering wheel. It all made sense now. The way she ignored his advances, turned down his every offer for a date. Getting his revenge was going to be easier, and sweeter, than he imagined. All he had to do was wait for just the right moment.
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The inside of the club was better lit, but no less smoky, than the cantina. No music was playing as Nanette found a seat at a table near the bar. The piano on the small stage sat gleaming in silence.
She was a little disappointed in that. It was her hope Gladys Bentley would be performing tonight. The woman's bawdy lyrics to popular tunes always put her in a pleasant frame of mind.
A waitress approached her table and asked what she wanted to drink. As Nanette told her what she wanted, she took in the short haired girl’s attire. Like all the other waitresses, she was dressed in a natty black tuxedo. It was standard practice for the staff of Mona's 440 Club, the most popular lesbian nightclub in San Francisco.
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(Camp Nowhere - May 16^th, 1946)
Two scrambled eggs, a thick slice of ham, buttered toast, fresh squeezed orange juice, and a chilled pint bottle of milk. Breakfast, like all the meals she was given during her recovery, was a generous affair. Nanette hadn't eaten so well in a very long time. The only thing missing today, was coffee. While Dr. Hall believed eating well was the key to a healthy body, he didn't allow her to have her favorite beverage this morning. According to him, it would only skew her test results.
That thought made her smile as she finished off the meal. Yesterday the last of her stitches were removed, and she was given a clean bill of health. Today she would begin doing a series of tests designed, according to Dr. Hall, to determine her mental and physical fitness. She was looking forward to it in eager anticipation.
The tests meant she would soon begin her part of the project. Which, in turn, meant she was just that much closer to her freedom. She craved it more each passing day.
With her breakfast finished, she got up from the small wooden table and went to the wardrobe beside her bed. She began to dress in the olive drab trousers and blouse provided for her. As she did, she tried not to think of the small room as being the gilded cage it really was. It was much better than the alternative.
She was moved here after being treated for her injuries. Sgt. Barkin made it clear, it was for her own protection. Putting her in the barracks, according to him, just wasn't prudent. She didn't complain about her living arrangements, or the locked door, with a guard stationed just outside. The very last thing she wanted was to be anywhere near the people who attacked her. She might not be so lucky the next time.
As she was putting on her shoes, there was a knock at the door. She could hear the guard's key turning in the lock. The door swung open and one of the cook's helpers came in. He didn't say a word as he gathered her tray and made a hasty exit.
Like the nurse, and most of the guards, he obviously knew about her past. None of them would give her the time of day, or speak a kind word in passing to her. At least none of them attacked her the way the rest of the volunteers had.
The guard stuck his head in the door after the man left. “Testing will begin at 0900. Someone will be sent to escort you.”
The door closed, key turned, she was left alone again. The wall clock read 0815. Nanette wondered what to do until then.
She stepped over to the mirror mounted on the wall. Her reflection gazed back at her. The bruising on her face, like that on the rest of her body, was nothing more than a faint yellowing now. She contemplated putting her hair up, but decided against it. She let it hang just past her shoulders, being in style just didn't seem like that much of a priority.
A slow smile crossed her lips as she had an idea. She went to her bed, sat down, and began removing her shoes and socks.
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Dr. Hall walked down the hallway. He nodded at a door guard as he passed by. Stopping at a door marked Observation, he opened it and entered. Inside was a small, dark, cubby. There was a black drape hanging opposite the door. He pulled the drape aside. Beyond it, he saw Barkin staring intently through a two way glass.
It didn't surprise him in the least to find the young man here. He stepped up beside him and peered into the test subject's room. A puzzled look crossed his face. He whispered a question. “What is she doing?”
On the other side of the glass, the woman was striking an odd looking pose in the center of the room. Her legs were spread apart and her arms lifted in front of her at different heights. There was a flash of movement as she thrust her hands at the air before her, then spun and assumed a different pose.
Barkin whispered with a hint of thoughtfulness in his voice. “It's called Shaolin Long Quan Kung Fu. It's a fighting style created by Chinese monks. There was nothing in her records about this.”
Dietrich stuffed his hands into the pockets of his white coat. “She did spend time in Nepal when she was a child. I suppose she picked it up there. This is very interesting.”
“Interesting!?” Barkin's voice almost rose above a whisper with the exclamation. “It's dangerous, is what it is.”
The doctor shrugged away the younger man's concerns. “We must simply take some extra precautions, that is all.”
The two men watched in silence for a while as she continued her exercise. Dietrich made note of how her body moved. The interplay of her muscles as she twisted and leaped. She wasn't as scrawny as her lack of feminine padding made her seem at first.
He remembered seeing women in the same condition before. It was at the '36 Summer Olympics in Berlin. At the time he found such female athletes grotesque in form. Now, with years of study behind him concerning the human body, he saw things in a different light.
As he went to prepare the for the test, he took one last look at the woman on the other side of the glass. He must remember, when it came time to do her autopsy, to study that aspect of her anatomy in great detail.
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Nanette followed Sgt. Barkin and an armed guard down a long hallway. Another guard kept pace behind her. It was the first time she left her room since her recovery. Ahead was a door marked with an exit sign. They emerged from the building into morning sunlight. She felt apprehensive when she saw the parade ground. Vivid images flashed through her mind of the attack.
Her tension eased somewhat as they headed for the largest building. None of the other volunteers were anywhere in sight. The only movement came from the guards patrolling the fences.
The inside of the building was nothing like she expected. The entrance led to a single small room with three doors. The main door they came in and two others. The door on her left had a sign on it the read Laboratory. It had a pair of guards stationed on either side of it. The sign on the other door said Testing. That was the door they passed through.
Inside was a room that appeared to take up perhaps a quarter of the building's space. She couldn't be sure of that since the back portion of the room was hidden by a movable partition. The rest of the room was empty, save for a small table and chair in the center. Dr. Hall was standing by the table, smiling as she entered.
“Good morning Miss Maiden. Please come and have a seat.”
She did so, only noticing after she was in the chair, Barkin and the guards were leaving the room.
Hall gestured to the table top. There was a thin folder, a pair of pencils beside it, and a water pitcher with a glass. “As this is your first day of testing, I'd like to start with something not too strenuous. This is a simple mental aptitude test. Please take all the time you need to complete each question as fully as you can.”
She looked down at the folder, puzzled. “Excuse me doctor? Why do I need to take a test for a medical study?”
“An astute question Miss Maiden. I'm afraid the parameters of our research don't allow me to explain. Surely you are aware of the intricacies of military bureaucracy?”
He nodded at the look on her face. “I see you do. Very well. When you have completed the test, knock on the door, and the guards will escort you back to your room.” He turned half away from her, then back. “Oh. Let me stress this. Please don't try to go anywhere without your guards. Remember, they are for your protection.”
With that admonition, he left the room.
She opened the folder and began to read the first question.
Several hours later, the water pitcher was mostly empty and one of the pencils was dulled to uselessness. She ran her hand through her hair as she jotted down what she hoped was the right answer to the final question. Her mind was fogged with facts and figures as she closed the folder.
She shook her head to clear it and mumbled to herself. “If that was simple, I'd hate to see what he considers hard.”
Getting up from the chair, she took a moment to stretch, then headed for the door. She hadn't been put through anything near as comprehensive as the test even when she was in college.
She knocked on the door.
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