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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 06: From Bad to Worse.

(Headquarters of the Global Justice Network - June 12th, 2008)
Room 13B on level 6 was a small, almost spartan, space. It, like the numerous other rooms identical to it on this level, was a combination office and preparation area for Global Justice agents. Unlike the others, there were no pictures of family or friends on the desk. It's top was clear and empty, save for a closed laptop. No knickknacks rested on the shelves of reference materials. No posters decorated the walls or sides of the cabinet containing mission gear.
Everything in the room, including it's lone uniformed occupant was exactly according to the book.
Agent Will Du thought about the book as he opened his laptop. It was his bible. A combination of rules, regulations, and procedures he lived his life by. He went from a junior specialist to top agent by following the book assiduously. Two days ago the book had been rewritten on him.
He input his special, triple layer, pass-code in the laptop. The screen lit to show the information and orders he received from Tappe. On his return from the field, he input it all, then destroyed the originals. What showed on the screen was much too sensitive to be left where it could be discovered.
The list of targets scrolled past his eyes. For the first time in his career, he wondered if he was up to the task he'd been set. The mission parameters ran contrary to everything Global Justice stood for. His job was supposed to be to protect the innocent. To defend them against the supervillains of the world. What he was being told to do made him feel dirty. Still, it was necessary. There was no mistake about that. For the good of all mankind it had to be done.
He put away his misgivings as he studied the list. The job had to be done and he would do it to the best of his abilities. First he had to figure out how to do it with no aid or assistance of any kind. Tappe was right in telling him he couldn't let Dr. Director know anything of the mission. However, that also meant he couldn't use any other GJ resources or personnel either.
As he stared at the first name on the list, he shook his head. In any other circumstances he would start at the top and work his way down, not this time though. It would be better for him to begin with a lesser target and work his way up. The main restriction placed upon him by his orders made it a requirement. He picked out a name and fixed it in his mind as he closed the laptop.
Tucking the thin computer under his arm, he gathered up what gear he felt he might need, shoved it in a travel bag and headed for the door.
A series of scenarios flashed through his mind as he made his way through the underground labyrinth that was GJ headquarters. By the time he made it to the tube transport hub, one plan was firmly fixed in his head. It fit all the mission parameters.
He went to a computer station and tapped in the route number that would take him closest to his target. The door on a tube enclosure opened and he stepped inside the transport pod.
The door closed and he felt himself jerked into motion. He was hurled at speeds he didn't care to contemplate through the earth's crust. It still took a good bit of time for him to be transported halfway around the world. Time enough for him to ponder what he was about to do.
Could he kill a man in cold blood? Make it look like an accident, as his orders required? Would he be able to live with himself for doing so? Was he capable of following up with the rest of the list afterward?
By the time the tube's pod slowed at it's destination, he knew the answers to his own questions. He could and would. It was his job.
Will Du stepped out of the secret tube exit and into the bright morning sunlight shining on downtown Tokyo. Will Du oriented himself within the mass of people clogging the street and set off in search of his target. No more doubts plagued him. He would do the job, that was just who he was. He always did the mission he was assigned to the very best of his abilities, even if it required him to be an assassin.
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(Camp Nowhere - May 21st, 1946)
Nanette lay huddled on the floor in pain and humiliation. She wept at the feeling of cooling stickiness that seeped from her violated body. She couldn't think. Didn't want to think of what just happened to her. He was still there. Standing over her like a sated beast as he put on his clothes. She couldn't bear to even look up at him.
“Quit your blubbering bitch. What's wrong? Can't take what you were so willing to dish out? Sheesh! You kidnapped and abused a fifteen year old girl, and here you are crying when a real man takes you. You're pathetic.”
She squeezed her eyes closed tighter, wishing she could do the same with her ears. She wanted it to all go away. She knew it wouldn't when she felt him lean closer to her.
“Were you disappointed that you didn't get the chance to kill her? I'm sure you would have enjoyed that. I know I would. If it weren't for Uncle Dietrich's research, I'd do you here and now.”
His hot breath touched her cheek as he spewed horrible words into her ear. She wanted to crawl away, but couldn't find the strength. Just as she couldn't find it to fight him off in the first place. All she could do was lay there listening to him vent his hatred.
“I'd use a knife on you. Just like you were going to use on her.” He let out a deep laugh. “I saw the picture. The one on the cover of the Weekly Wonder? I could see it in your eyes as you held that knife above her. They got there just in time to save her didn't they? You had her all tied up. She was crying, just like you are now. Nobody would save you from me. I'd take my time and cut you real slow. Make you suffer for a long time before I put you down.”
Nanette felt her mind retreating. Numbness crept over her. Yet his words continued to pierce her, raping her mind, as he already had her body.
“I still might, if you survive what Dietrich has in store for you. I hope you do.”
He finally went away. His hatred. The lies. The pain. Everything disappeared into darkness and silence as she gave up and let unconsciousness take her.
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(The Pentagon - May 29th, 1946)
A knock on his door made General Stoppable look up from his monthly budget report. He welcomed the interruption.
“Enter.”
A young officer, with the insignia of the Military Intelligence branch on his collar, came into the room. A briefcase swung from his left hand as he stepped up to the desk and saluted.
Stoppable returned the salute and motioned for him to have a seat. “What can I do for you Lieutenant?”
The man sat the case on his lap and popped the clasp. “Sir. Information has come to light that may indicate a security breach in one of your projects.” He pulled a letter from the case and held it out to the General. “This was intercepted during a spot inspection of incoming foreign correspondence.”
Stoppable took it and pulled the letter from it's, already open, envelope. As he read it, his normally pale complexion went pure white. The contents were proof enough the Lieutenant was correct. The implications went far beyond a simple security breach though. He sat the letter down and flipped the envelope over. Something stirred in his memory as he read the name Fritz Hollmann above the return address.
He sat the envelope down on his desk with trembling hands and looked at the man sitting across it from him. “Lieutenant. I want you to go into the outer office and get on my adjutant’s phone. Call the airfield and get us a flight to New Mexico. Tell them it's top priority.”
As the Lieutenant left, he picked up his own phone. He didn't bother going through the switchboard, but dialed a number directly. He waited impatiently as the call went through.
The Lieutenant returned just as he was setting the phone down. “Sir. A plane is standing by.” He could see how troubled the General looked. “It's bad isn't it sir?”
Gideon Stoppable stood up from his chair. He glanced at the budget report sitting beside the letter on his desk and wished that were all he had to deal with. “No son, it's worse.”
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