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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 08: Reluctant Ally.

(Kumamoto Prefecture - Kyushu Island, Japan - June 16th, 2008)
Mount Aso loomed in the distance as Will Du peered through his electronic binoculars. He took little notice of it, even though it was considered one of the worlds most active volcanoes. All that mattered to him was that it wasn't doing anything at the moment which would interfere with his mission. His attention was focused on a slightly smaller, and much less accessible, peak. Mt. Yamanuchi.
It took him less than a day to trace his target to the small private school located on it's peak, in what appeared to be an ancient temple complex. Why anyone would put a school in such a remote location was beyond him. Discrete inquiries in nearby towns netted him the information the school took it's privacy very seriously. It didn't matter. After three days of surveillance, he knew his target would make entering the school unnecessary.
He focused his attention on a section of winding mountain road. Everything was prepared. It would not be much longer now.
Right on time, the bright green motorcycle appeared out of the mist surrounding the mountain top. The target wore the same green helmet and red leather jacket he always wore on his afternoon rides. Will used the digital zoom to peer closely at the helmet's faceplate. He wanted to be sure it really was the young man named Hirotaka.
With the target's identity confirmed, Will settled down to wait. He knew the route Hirotaka would take by heart now. He knew exactly where, and when the target would reach certain sections of the roadway. There was only one minor variable. Sometimes the target would stop at a roadside vendor to pick up a pack of chewing gum.
Today was one of those times.
Will decided to put his plan into effect while the target was on the return leg of the ride. Two locations were already picked out. All he had to do was decide which would be the most effective.
As the target got back on his bike, Will pulled a small remote control device from his uniform pocket. He set the selector switch for the first location and watched the motorcycle begin it's journey back up the mountain.
He triggered the device at the exact moment the target was approaching the chosen location. A small explosion caused a part of the rock face looming over the road to give way. Will smiled as boulders and debris tumbled downwards.
His smile disappeared when he saw the motorcycle twist and swerve, around and through, the avalanche. Will was shocked at the reflexes and skill shown by Hirotaka. He knew all of his targets were in some way dangerous, but this was completely unexpected.
Will could only watch as the trap was successfully navigated. Could only stare in disbelief when Hirotaka pulled the bike to a stop on the road a few meters beyond the still falling rocks.
The young man was good, Will had to give him that. His smile appeared again. He was better though. As Hirotaka removed his helmet and watched the falling rocks, Will flipped the switch and triggered a second avalanche.
This one didn't miss.
Will Du stood over the crushed and broken body lying next to the equally mangled motorcycle. With the kill confirmed, he mentally checked Hirotaka's name off the list.
He felt something expected. Never before had he taken a life. He had no idea how it would affect him. Now he did. He felt the satisfaction of a job well done.
A few minutes later, as he cleared away any sign the landslides were anything but natural, he turned his thoughts to the next target. There was another in the area. Should he take advantage of the proximity and try for that one? No. Not now. Two deaths, so close together, would be pushing it if he were to maintain the facade they were simple accidents. Besides, he needed to get back to headquarters before anyone missed him.
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(Camp Nowhere - May 29th, 1946)
Dietrich Hall fidgeted nervously as he watched his nephew scrub at the blood splattered floor with a wet rag. “Did you have to shoot him right here in the lab like that?”
Barkin wrung the rag out in a bucket beside him on the floor. The water inside was already turning a pink hue. “The Lieutenant was going for his sidearm. Would you rather I let him shoot you?” He began rubbing the rag through more of the man's blood. “Don't worry, there weren't any witnesses and I already have a plan to take care of the General.”
Hall could hear the surety in the younger man's voice, but that didn't do much to quell his anxiety. “How do you figure to do that?”
“Simple. I'll dispose of the pilot that brought them here, then put them all on the plane with a large amount of explosives. Then I'll have one of our pilots fly it towards the deep desert. When the bomb goes off, all evidence will be erased.” He chuckled as he wrung the cloth out again. “Of course, there won't be any need to tell the pilot it will be his last flight.”
“Fine, fine. Whatever. There is still a larger problem to deal with. We have no idea who Stoppable told. How many others know about us.”
“We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Knowing him though, I'm willing to bet he didn't tell anyone. He's headstrong that one. He probably rushed here as soon as he found out.”
“Let us hope so. And let us hope his replacement will be just as malleable.”
Hall turned his attention to the bloodstained letter in his hand. The one that led to Stoppable coming here to confront him in the first place. Extra precautions would have to be taken to make sure something like this didn't happen again. He grinned as he read what his good friend had written. Leave it to Josef to figure out the problem. The man was a true genius when it came to human biology.
He had to put this new information to the test immediately. A thought occurred to him. Maybe he could try it out on Stoppable too? Since they planned to kill him anyway, it couldn't hurt. The few hours it would take to perform the procedure, and test the results, wouldn't make much of a difference.
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Gideon Stoppable groaned as pain brought him to full wakefulness. He tried to reach up to the egg shaped lump on his head, but found he couldn't. His hands were cuffed behind his back. He opened his eyes to assess his surroundings. There was nothing but darkness. For a moment, he wondered if he'd been struck blind. Then he realized he was just in someplace dark.
He sat up too fast, causing the pain in his head to worsen, as he remembered what happened. “Damn that Nazi sonofabitch!”
“Well, that explains a few things.”
Stoppable swung his head around, eliciting even more pain, trying to see the owner of the voice. He stopped when he realized he couldn't in the dark. All he knew for sure, was the voice was female. “Who's there?”
“Nanette Maiden, and you are?”
“That's not possible. You're supposed to be dead.”
“I wished I was for a while. I still haven't got your name...”
“Stoppable, Gideon Stoppable. I'm a...”
“...A general in the Army. I caught that much from your uniform when they dumped you in here. Are you badly injured? I saw a lot of blood.”
An image flashed through his mind. He saw again the bullet from Barkin's revolver tearing it's way through the lieutenant's neck. The blood spraying all over him , just before the handle of the gun slammed into his own skull.
“It's not mine. I've got a nasty bump on my head, but nothing serious.”
“That's good. Now, maybe... If your brain isn't too scrambled, we can put our heads together and figure a way out of here.”
Gideon turned himself in the direction of her voice. It dawned on him who he was talking to. “Why would I trust you? I know who and what you are.”
He heard the rattling of chains a few feet away in the darkness.
“I don't care what you think of me. What anyone thinks of me. All that matters right now is this. We are both prisoners. Prisoners of a sick madman. Together we might just be able to get away. Separately, we don't have a chance. So ask yourself, can you put aside what you think you know about me long enough for us to try?”
As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. They did stand a better chance of escape together. Still, he wasn't going to trust her any more than he had to. “Fine. But I'm going to keep a close eye on you.”
“You do that. Now, let's tell each other what we know, and maybe we can come up with a plan of action.”
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