“T – Tara?” gasped Monique, her mouth slackjawed in horror.
“Oh, hey Monique.” Tara said it casually, as if it were a just a bump in the hallway at school.
“Meet Kara and Fang,” Drakken motioned to the dogs. “Trained – no, very well trained – to keep their victims alive for the longest amount of time possible while they feast on them. It provides a most exquisite torture – quite wonderful to watch, actually.”
“Why don’t you just shoot us like you did Bonnie?” Monique snarled.
“Hmm. Okay.” In milliseconds, the gun was aimed. BANG!
The dogs’ ears perked up. Gunshots usually meant a meal was coming.
After a moment, Monique opened her eyes. “Y – you didn’t shoot me? Then w – who-” A figure suddenly doubled over beside her, clutching their abdomen: Wade’s mother. “Mrs. Load!”
“I’d get a grip on the bars, if I were you,” Drakken cackled. “Things are about to, mmm…drop?”
With that, he pulled a lever nearby, and the bottom of the cage dropped open. Everyone clung to the bars for dear life - except Wade’s mother. Screaming in terror, she fell to the ground below before either Monique or the Tweebs could throw out a free hand in an attempt to catch her. “MRS. LOAD!” all three of them screamed at the same time. Helplessly, they watched her futilely struggle to get to her knees.
“Not yet,” Tara sternly warned the dogs.
The dogs licked their chops. Hungry they may have been, their training was impeccable.
Drakken pushed the lever back. The bottom of the cage began to close.
“Don’t leave a mess,” commanded Tara, looking at Fang especially. Amazingly, under the girl’s intensely furious glare, Fang’s ears actually flattened against its head in fear and the dog whined.
The bottom of the cage closed and locked with a resonating CLICK.
“Now.”
The dogs charged – and amidst the screams, ripping, gurgling, crunching, and chewing, all the remaining captives could do was nothing - nothing but avert their eyes, cover their ears, and wait.
“You sure you know your Monkey Kung Fu, Ron?” Shego asked him as they emerged from the tubes into the training facility.
“Oh, trust me – it comes and goes, but I can assure you, it’s come this time,” he growled.
“Over here!” cried Kim, racing to a door on the far side of the massive room. Inside the door was an elevator with a car big enough to hold a small yacht. “This’ll take us topside, let us look out and see the size of the force that we’re gonna be up against - without letting any of them spot us at all.”
“Okay, Kim? You and Shego are suspected international terrorists. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they’re gonna have the damn National Guard out there, surrounding the place,” said Ron.
“Only the National Guard?” Shego asked, raising an eyebrow. “Damn. I was hoping for an even match.”
It began as a low rumble.
Soon it was a definite rumble.
Then it was a full-on roar as the vehicles came down the street. First, it was the motorcycle police. Then, the standard police cars and trucks. Next came the Urban Assault Vehicles and the black armoured vans, loaded up with SWAT officers decked out in full riot gear and packing submachine guns. And behind them, the big guns of the National Guard – green armoured vans, armoured Humvees, the green trucks – all that was missing were the tanks and mobile missile silos. Every National Guard soldier part of the operation carried their standard M16 carbine assault rifles. It was quite an impressive show of force.
And all it was intended for just 2 people.
“Jesus, Sarge – ya’ think this is a mite overkill? Sir?” Private Cole asked as they sped to their target.
“Son, lemme tell ya’ somethin’ about our enemy:” responded Sargeant Warburton. “I’ve seen Kim Possible floor fifty men in one sitting with my own eyes. And that Shego woman – why, she’s even better than Ms. Possible. Personally, if you ask me, I’d say that the force we’re bringing is underkill.”
“We’ve reached the destination, Sir!” another grunt yelled.
“Good! Now, 7th and 8th units, get your men in there with the police and SWAT units as a preliminary force!” Sergeant Warburton hollered. “I know that’s not standard procedure, but this is Kim Possible and Shego! We can’t afford to take any chances!”
“Sir!”
Kim, Shego, and Ron reached topside. “Yep. National Guard. Just like I thought,” said Ron, peering out. “Though it looks like they’ve only sent a few in with the police and SWAT team at this point.”
Shego looked at the forces surrounding them. “No tanks?” she grumbled. “How insulting,”
“Shego, your ego wouldn’t be satisfied if they had 50 tanks out there,” Kim smiled.
“What’s with the testing me all of a sudden?” Shego asked her. Kim just laughed in reponse.
“Show ourselves?” asked Ron.
“Enh. Why the hell not?” shrugged Shego.
Kim pressed a button, and the door slid open. “Activate the shield on the suit, just in case. Shego, stick close to me, since you don’t have a shield of your own.”
“I can do that,” Shego grinned, staring at Kim’s ass; licking her lips with that predatory glint in her eyes.
As soon as they walked out, there was the unmistakable CHIKCHIKCHIKCHIKCHIK of many guns being armed. “FREEZE!” the Middleton police chief yelled through the bullhorn he had in his hands.
“I’M INNOCENT!” Kim screamed. “I HAVEN’T KILLED ANYONE! IT’S DR. DRAKKEN WHO’S BEHIND ALL OF THIS!”
“SURE - SO WHY ARE YOU STANDING RIGHT NEXT TO SHEGO?” the police chief asked.
“SHE’S BEEN BETRAYED AND SET UP JUST LIKE I’VE BEEN! SHE’S ON OUR SIDE!”
“WE ARE NOT ON YOUR SIDE, MS. POSSIBLE! YOU CAN EITHER COME QUIETLY – OR WE WILL BE FORCED TO USE FORCE!” the police chief told them.
“THEN USE FORCE! WE’RE NOT INTIMIDATED! AND I CAN TELL YOU FOR CERTAINTY – I AM NOT GOING TO PRISON FOR SOME CRIMES THAT I DID NOT COMMIT!” Kim shrieked. “Get ready to dodge a lot of bullets, guys,” she offhandedly warned Kim and Shego.
“We’re ready,” said Ron. Shego gave a thumbs up to show she was on board, too.
“OPEN FIRE!” the police chief ordered.
Kim, Shego, and Ron flipped, jumped, and twirled in every direction like madmen as the officers and soldiers opened fire with every authorized weapon they had available. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Rounds from 9mm pistols mixed with the roar of the shells fired from double-barreled shotguns by the police. RATATATATATATA! The whistle of thousands of bullets flying through the air filled everyone’s ears as the submachine gun fire of the SWAT team overlapped with the assault rifles being unloaded by the National Guard soldiers. BOOM! Smoke poured into the air and the ground shook tremendously as bazooka fire cascaded down upon the “junkyard” from every angle like mortar rounds.
“HOLD YOUR FIRE!” The smoke was so thick on all sides; impossible to see anything behind it.
But behind it, there were still 3 souls ready for more battle. However, as Kim looked on through the smoke with the Battle Suit’s drop-down visual scanners, something was missing - and it bothered her.
Greatly.
“Where the hell are the GJ forces?”
Then it hit her. Of course! Drakken was working with GJ. Why would they show up?
“WHERE’D THEY GO?” yelled one of the police officers as everyone searched the thick cloud of smoke with their guns drawn and ready to fire at the first sign of movement.
Suddenly, there was a faint SCHING! of steel from within the cloud.
“You hear that?”
“Shh!”
SCHING!
“THEY’RE THERE! FIRE! FI-”
SCHINGSCHINGSCHINGSCHINGSCHING! Before anybody could fire, a flurry of shurikens shot out from the smoke in every direction and sliced right through the barrel of every gun that was visible. “HOLY-!” a cop cried, nearly dropping his pistol as the 9mm was shredded down to a paltry 1mm.
“Bazookas! Bring the bazookas forward! Let the National Guard handle this now!” went up the cry from Police chief. The police and SWAT officers quickly fell back to their vehicles as the rest of the soldiers poured out of their transports and swarmed around the “landfill.”
Then a massive green glow penetrated the smoke. “What’s that?” one of the soldiers pointed.
He was answered when a massive blast of concentrated green energy came screaming out of the smoke and slammed into the ground right next to him, sending him and the twenty soldiers around him airborne and destroying five bazooka launchers. Almost instantaneously, more blasts of concentrated green energy hurtled down into the front lines, rendering all the bazookas destroyed and sending many a soldier airborne. Three more blasts flew up into the air, and took out the tail rotors of the three choppers in the sky overhead, the pilots and soldiers inside them all bailing before the helicopters hit the ground and exploded in 3 massive fireballs. “Jesus Christ in Santa Monica!” exclaimed Private Cole as he watched the mayhem play out in front of him. “All a’ this from just 3 people? We’re undermanned!”
The cloud of smoke was still nowhere near diminishing.
“Who cares if you can’t see ‘em in the smoke – FIRE! FIRE AT WILL!” bellowed Sergeant Warburton – and the land erupted once again with the roar of multiple M16s spitting out bullet after bullet after bullet into the smoke cloud. “1ST & 2ND UNITS, PREPARE TO STORM THE PLACE!”
As the shields from the Battle Suits kept the bullets from ever hitting them, Shego – who was behind Kim, safe behind her shield, sneered as she saw two groups of soldiers advance towards the “junkyard”. “Finally, I can actually do some real fighting!”
“Ron, get ready! They’re moving in!” Kim told him.
“Yeah, I see, I see!” Ron acknowledged.
“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” Sergeant Warburton barked as the 1st and 2nd units ran forward on both sides of the position of their 3 targets. “FRONT LINES, GIVE US SOME COVER FIRE!”
“Here they come!” cried Ron. The Battle Suit shields went down. Shego fired up her green flames.
When the soldiers finally reached them, it was a blur of fists and boots as Kim, Shego, and Ron moved with ferocious speed against their attackers. Knocking the guns out of their hands, Shego proceeded to fire a few green energy blasts at the soldiers surrounding her, flooring them for a good long time. Kim kicked away all the rifles of the soldiers who swarmed her, and with a few blistering punches and uppercuts, had them all on the ground, knocked out cold for a good while. Ron wasn’t as efficient as his counterparts, but he still succeeded in disarming his opponents. He then flattened them all with a series of unorthodox moves that, while not delivered with the same speed and preciseness as Kim and Shego delivered their blows, were still incredibly fast and insanely hard for the receiving end to predict.
“KIM, BEHIND YOU!” Shego screamed as more soldiers appeared behind Kim. Kim turned, sent their guns flying, and with a few flips and spin-kicks, had them out cold. She landed daintily on her feet, and reverted back to fighting stance, ready for any more soldiers that appeared.
Shego felt hands on her shoulder – and threw the solider over her back, spinning around as she did and brought a vicious set of scissor kicks down upon the new group of grunts around her, rendering them KO’d.A couple more grunts tried to jump her, but Shego simply slid on her back between their legs, got up, and kicked them in their Home Entertainment Systems. They dropped like stones, screaming in pain. “Men…” Shego huffed, and ran off to see if Kim was okay.
Ron caught the scent of people approaching, and looked around. Finding what he needed, he ran at a corner, jumped up, and pushed off into a backflip, bringing out his bamboo bo staff and swinging it down on the heads of the soldiers behind him, sending them into lights out. The other soldiers opened fire on him, but he simply activated the shield on his battle suit and kept moving. He somersaulted over two soldiers, knocked them out, then hopped over and knocked the heads of another two soldiers together. A quick swing of the bo staff whipped the M16s away from their owners, and another few swings sent the soldiers crashing into the ground, all of them in sleepland for a long time. He ran off to regroup with Kim and Shego.
“Wow – who knew our son could kick so much ass?” asked Mrs. Stoppable, watching the TV Drakken was watching from the cage.
“That’s my boy…” Mr. Stoppable smiled.
“Shut up!” Drakken scowled at them. He turned back and watched the TV in annoyance. “Blast! They’re going faster than I thought they would!” He grabbed a communicator headset. “Eddie! You’re on!”
“’Bout time, Cuz! Seriously!”
Drakken grinned and rubbed his hands as over the speaker came the distinct roar of a monster truck engine starting up.
END CHAPTER FIFTEEN