“Dr. Director can you hear me?”
The woman’s voice came over a small earpiece almost hidden under the redhead’s hair. “I hear you quite well Ms. Paper. Are you in position?”
The woman leaned over to the pilot, “Are we over the target?” She tried to sound pleasant about it, but the man had refused to let her take along a few books for the flight, so she was rather annoyed.
The man nodded, and Kim sighed in relief. The sooner she finished the mission, the sooner she could get her book from the one-eyed woman. “We are over the target, I’m preparing for the drop.” She moved to rear section of the plane, and opened the door.
The pilot looked over his shoulder, “Don’t you need a parachute?”
The redhead grinned, “Where would be the fun in that?” And she was gone.
Freefall was one of her top five things in life, certainly it was after curling up with a wonderful story, but she still enjoyed it. Her loose clothes started falling apart in mid air, revealing a white sports bra and spandex shorts and sneakers, as the clothes that she’d been wearing before, loose jeans and a sweater, now a large parachute as she dropped closer to the building beneath her.
“What is it with mad men and setting up in the middle of the ocean?” She shook her head and the parachute started to fall apart, into a swirling mass of paper that reformed into her clothes. With a grin she pulled an index card from her newly formed pocket and sliced the door open leading off of the roof, and slipped inside.
“I’ve reached the roof, and entered the building. Commencing the operation.”
“Excellent Ms. Paper. The target is on the tenth floor.” The smile on Dr. Director’s face was evident. Getting into the building was always the hard part of an infiltration. Now came what was known as the easy part.
The stairs were empty so she didn’t bother being as stealthy as she slipped down them as she would have if they had cameras, or motion detectors.
She paused as she heard a stairwell door open then shut a couple floors down. Feet started padding up the stairs towards her. Kim frowned and flattened herself against the wall just out of the line of sight for the person coming up the stairs.
A thin woman with a large amount of hair started to come into view wearing a green t-shirt and black pajama bottoms. Kim’s hand shot out with and index card in her fingertips, stopping millimeters from the woman’s throat.
“Don’t scream, please, it tends to make things a lot more difficult than they should be. Okay?”
The woman grinned, and for some reason Kim realized the woman’s skin was pale green. “I don’t scream that easy Princess.” Her hands lit up and one of them hit the index card away, the paper lighting up in a blaze. “Besides…that was just a single piece of paper, what can paper do to a woman with burning plasma coming out of her hands?”
Kim grinned as her shirt rippled, the sleeves shortening from wrist to elbow length as a set of tonfa formed in her hands, “Why don’t we find out?”
The woman smiled, “Nice trick. Is that actually supposed to be intimating?”
The redhead smiled as she regarded the glowing hands of her new obstacle. “I should say the same to you. Though the glow certainly makes for a nice way to find your way in the dark.”
The woman lunged, a glowing fist aimed at the redhead’s face. A tonfa shot up, causing the blow to be pushed away. Kim twisted down and spun the other tonfa so it snapped out at her opponent’s knee. The knee was gone, a slight wave of irritation flashed over Kim as she hit air.
Time was of the essence, and she was running out of it.
“Ms. Paper, do I need to remind you that if you do not find your way to the beach in the next forty minutes, we will be forced to leave you behind and call this mission a failure?”
“Now is NOT a good time for lectures. I’m rather busy.”
The woman grinned and swung at the redhead again, “Boss riding your backside?”
Kim didn’t answer as the tonfa snapped out, hitting one of the flaming hands. The paper weapon didn’t ignite though, but rather covered the fist, snuffing out the flame. Having just a handle connected to a fist, Kim shoved the hand against the wall, the paper sticking to it, like it was cemented there.
Shego’s eyes grew wide as she tried to wrench her hand free. It wouldn’t ignite, and it wasn’t breaking free of the wall or the paper.
Her annoyance was only intensified as the other hand was pinned to the wall in the same fashion. “Pumpkin, I’m all for games, but this is cruel, not fun.” The woman looked annoyed that the fight was over in such a cheap fashion.
The redhead sighed, “I’m sorry…”
The woman huffed, “Shego. Or at least that’s what they keep telling me.”
“Oh. Well Shego….I’m sorry to ruin your fun. But I’m working right now.” Kim pulled an index card from her pocket and flicked it so that its flat side smacked against Shego’s lips, the paper becoming soft and sticking to the woman’s skin before the paper hardened again. “Maybe we can pick this up again some other time?”
The anger in Shego’s eyes was clear as she glared at the redhead who was continuing her mission, leaving the angry woman with a small wave.
Kim slowed down a couple of floors later, and sighed, “Alright Dr. Director, I’m clear of the complication and at the tenth floor. I’m going silent.”
“Excellent to hear Ms. Paper, remember the target is The Tome of Crying Souls. It is important that you retrieve that book unharmed. Understood?”
“I’m more worried about you harming the book actually.” Kim reached up and tapped the earpiece, a small beep telling her that it was turned off. She opened the door and slipped into the hall.
No guards. No cameras. No security.
Something wasn’t right. Kim could feel that something was very, very wrong.
She turned, sliding into a defensive stance, but it was too late. A fist went through her blocking arm and connected with her face.
Kim shifted as she recovered from the blow. That fist wentthroughmy arm. “So that’s why there is no security…Because this place…it used the Tome to create people that aren’t natural.”
A pale woman smirked as she phased through the wall. “Correct. And you can’t have the Tome back from us!” Another fist, this time Kim slid away from the striking limb and drove her elbow into the other woman’s chest.
Her elbow didn’t connect, but went through the other woman.
“Come on little Global Justice Lackey, you know you can’t hit me. I can just phase every hit away.”
Kim grinned, “Plan B it is.” She turned and ran.
The pale woman grinned, and pulled a small two-radio from a pouch hanging from a belt loop on her jeans, “Father…we have an intruder.”
A voice came back over the radio, “We know. The Tome has been secured. All preparations have been taken care of in dealing with this intruder. Go let you sister out of her situation and meet me in my office.”
“Yes Father.”
A/N: And here we end. I love a good cliffhanger now and then. Especially when I don’t know when I’ll be able to update again. XD
I’m not going to give up any answers what exactly I’m doing with this all, but I will answer it in due time. As usual no particular chapter sizes, but I’ll try to do a few longer ones than the usual size. Unfortunately I can’t promise daily updates right now, but I’ll update when I can.