“Hugs and KISSES?” said Gemini, staring at his computer. “Pepe, any man in prison who has his E-Mail signature set to ‘hugs and kisses’ is not a man who has his head on straight. Also, what type of man TYPES out a maniacal laugh? Especially with five exclamation points!”
Pepe, being a dog, just barked.
“True, True.” said Gemini. “It is not his sanity we need, but his mad genius in order to bring down… dare I say it?”
Pepe yapped in confusion.
“All right, I’ll dare!” said Gemini. “To bring down… GLOBAL JUSTICE!”
Gemini laughed maniacally, as Pepe went into a frenzy of barking and snapping.
About a month after chapter three
Kim Possible, firmly in her third trimester of pregnancy, opened the door to Shego’s apartment. Shego was busy setting up a series of small mirrors, motorized stands, and metal boxes in the middle of the living room, the largest room in the apartment. The TV and oversized couch had both been moved to the sides of the room. “Hi, pumpkin” said Shego, where she was consulting a manual and adjusting one of the mirrors.
“Hi, Shego…” said Kim. “What’s with all this… stuff?”
Shego stood up. “Oh, this? A Germany company is asking me to evaluate this system, to see if it’s worth installing in their own building.”
Shego clapped her hands. A grid of blue laser beams suddenly filled the center of the room, bouncing from one box to another through a series of mirrors. The complex armatures came to life next, so that the grid begin to move and twists, almost as if it was organic. Kim and Shego stood on opposite sides of the grid, neither woman inside it.
“It’s a sensor system” said Shego, studying the moving laser beams carefully. “Break one, and it sets off an alarm. This demo model is rigged to a ‘Clapper‘ for easy resetting.”
“And the moving makes it so you just can’t walk around them, right?” said Kim. “No big, I’ve seen worse.”
“Not like this.” said Shego. She stuck her hand inside the grid of lights, watching as the lasers moved. When one started to approach her hand, Shego lifted her hand quickly… and an alarm klaxon began to sound.
Kim jerked, startled. Shego smiled. “Motion sensor mixed in, Kimmy.” said Shego. “You move too fast, and it’ll trigger.”. Shego clapped her hands again, and the alarm stopped. The laser grid continued to flex and shift.
“So, just move at the speed of the armatures.” said Kim.
“Right.” said Shego. “But the armatures only have to DEFLECT a laser beam, not wriggle through them. An arm moves a quarter of an inch, the beam can suddenly be shooting out at a different direction. ”
Kim frowned. “So, a defense the Great Shego can’t defeat?”
“I didn’t say that.” Shego said. “But it is… challenging.”
Shego stepped inside the grid, moving with the sureness of a cobra but at the pace of a sloth. Her facial expression was calm and serene, but Kim could feel the intense concentration Shego was applying. Shego’s body arched, flexed, and twisted in a slow motion ballet that Kim found at once hauntingly beautiful and erotic as the athletic woman’s body moved beneath the thin green and black jumpsuit she wore.
It took Shego almost twenty minutes to cover less then ten feet of ground, the final feet involving the slowest backwards summersault Kim had ever seen. Kim had stayed rooted in the spot, watching Shego glide through the changing, three dimensional obstacle course. Shego slowly straightened, her body only inches from Kim’s own body. Her eyes, as they stared into Kim’s eyes, had a calm, far-off expression; as if Shego was staring off into some beautiful landscape only she could see. The exertion, the difficult physical maneuvers down in slow motion, had caused the slightly older woman to sweat, so that the musk of Shego’s body filled Kim’s nostrils.
Shego blinked, and then her eyes focused on Kim. “Looks like I’ve found the treasure.” she said, her expression returning to normal.
“Planning to steal me?” said Kim, trying to calm her racing pulse.
“Just your heart.” said Shego huskily. “And… a kiss.”
Kim licked her lips, then moved toward Shego. Shego moved forward also, and the two women’s lips met in a firm lock, their arms wrapped around each other. Kim pushed herself against Shego, feeling the belly containing their unborn child pressing against Shego. Shego took a step back to counter balance, and…
The tender, romantic scene was broken as the laser trap alarm sounded off again. Kim pulled back. “Guess that alarm does work.”
“Sure, when there’s a gorgeous red-head at the end of the maze to distract me.” said Shego. She clapped her hands to reset the alarm.
Kim found herself blushing at the compliment. “So…” she said, trying to change the topic. “I guess the alarm grid failed the test.”
“I wouldn’t say that.” said Shego, suddenly all business. “There’s not that many people who could manage to wiggle through that grid slow enough, and most of them are professional gymnasts, not thieves. Even someone like me who can get through can’t do it fast… combine it with visual security checks ever fifteen minutes or so, and it takes out the subtle approach.”
“There’s another way through the grid?” said Kim, reverting to business mode.
“At least two.” said Shego. “First, the system can be ‘hacked’, substituting a false reading that everything is fine while someone walks right through the beams.”
“And the second method?” asked Kim.
Shego smirked. “The NOT subtle way.”. Shego swiped her arm quickly through the laser beams, tripping the alarm for a third time. “Smash and grab. Run straight through, grab what you want, and go.”
“Just grab what you want?” asked Kim. Suddenly, she found Shego’s arms wrapping around her waist and back.
“Always worked for me.” said Shego, before bending down to claim another kiss.
TO: PRISONER17014077Prison13.Gov
Subject: Waiting Impatiently
Dear Gemini,
While I don’t want to rush you, it HAS been a week since we last discussed your plan to capture Kim Possible, in order to acquire Shego’s services and to be ready to seize their unborn baby.
I’d like a little 411 on when I can expect my former second-in-command to come crashing in to get me out of here…
They keep dropping the soap around me! Get me out of here!
Sincerely yours, Hugs and Kisses,
Dr. Darken
TO: PRISONER17014077Prison13.Gov
FROM: Reply: Waiting Impatiently
Patience, doctor.
Capturing Kim Possible will be so much easier once Shego is away. All we have to do is await for her to take another job, and for her to leave Ms. Possible unprotected.
Also, you might wish to reconsider your signature on your e-mails.
From the Bow-wow desk of Gemini and Pepe.
“I wish you didn’t have to go.” said Kim, in the middle of the crowded Middleton airport.
“Hey, you were the one who wanted me to make an honest living.” said Shego. She looked at the worried teenager, then kissed her. “Look, it’s a month to your expected delivery date… this business in Germany will be over in a week and a half, tops. Two weeks from today, I’ll be right back in Middleton and not leaving your side until little Sheki is born.”
“Kasy.” said Kim, automatically. She sighed. Her relationship with Shego had grown to the point where the two woman exchanged kisses on a regular session. And last night’s visit to Shego’s apartment, which had started with them arguing over the baby’s name, had turned into a rather stimulating petting session.
“We’ll talk about names when I get back.” said Shego.
Ron cleared his throat. “Hello? Uncle Ron here? Don’t I get a say in the names?”.
Shego tried to glare furiously at Ron, but couldn’t find it in herself to deliver the type of menacing ‘I-am-going-to-kill-you-slowly-and-enjoy-it’ glares she had given when working with Dr. Drakken. “Don’t push your luck, Stoppable.” said Shego. She softened. “You and the mole rat watch out for her, ok?”
“Right.” said Ron. “Rufus and Ron protection services, standing by.”
“Ron!” said Kim, a little embarrassed.
Shego just nodded. “You two had better be. That’s my daughter she’s carrying.”
Kim watched as Shego headed for her plane. For her flight, Shego was dressed rather inconspicuously… for Shego. A tight knit green pull over hugged her chest, and a pair of black denim jeans and black leather boots completed the ensemble. It made eight month pregnant Kim, dressed in a green maternity dress, feel positively dowdy.
“Call me when you get there.” called Kim.
Shego turned and nodded, fighting down the urge to go back, push Kimmy against a convenient wall, and kiss her senseless. Even pregnant, the sight of Kimmy wearing green sent a surge of desire through Shego’s body. The developing fetus inside Kim just caused protectiveness to mix with desire, without abating any of Shego’s urges to take her relationship with Kim to the next level. As Shego boarded the international flight to Germany, Shego silently told herself to calm down. The time to discuss her relationship with Kim Possible becoming more physical would have to wait until Kim had delivered a healthy baby girl.
Kim stayed by the window of the airport, watching the large plane taking Shego away. Ron stood by her side, waiting. While Ron was still unsure of what Kim’s relationship with Shego was, Ron understood there was one. As always, Ron wanted KP to know that he there whenever she needed a friend. When the plane was out of sight, Kim turned. Kim, Ron, and Rufus (in Ron’s pocket) headed for the elevators out.”
Kim and Ron never noticed the shadowy figure watching them and pulling out a cell phone. “This is Gamma reporting in. Mother Goose has definitely left the hen house. Golden egg and dead duck are heading to the out house now.”
“Excellent.” said the voice of Gemini. “Our plans here are completed. They shall have a most interesting ride awaiting them.”
Kim and Ron walked to the parking spot in the airport’s garage. “I still can’t believe it.” said Ron. “Shego kissing you, in public, and letting you drive her car?”
“Well, it was either that or leave it in long term parking.” said Kim. “And I did get my driver’s license… finally.”
Ron opened the front passenger door of the modified, sporty green car and buckled up. Kim had to move the seat back to get inside. “You ok there, KP?” asked Ron, concerned.
“I’m fine, Ron.” said Kim. She finally got herself positioned and seat-belted in securely, and then put the key in the ignition slot. “Absolutely nothing is wrong.” Kim turned the key.
Instead of the reassuring sound of a car cranking, a hissing filled the car. Kim just had time to gasp out ‘Gas’ before she slumped forward, her belly pressing the horn of the car.
Ron, being in the passenger seat, didn’t get enough gas to instantly put him unconscious. Instead, he was just too paralyzed to do anything as he saw several goons, wearing what he recognized as the uniforms of the Worldwide Evil Empire, approaching the car. The last though Ron had, just before the gas sent him completely off to la-la land, was ‘Shego is SO going to kill me when she finds out.”
Shego was walking toward through the German airport, heading for a man holding up a sign says ‘S. Ego’. ‘It’s just Shego’ thought Shego. ‘Could be worse… imagine if he’d written ‘She Go’.
A beeping noise started to come from the bag by Shego’s side. Shego frowned and stepped out of the flow of traffic to unzip the bag. As Shego had suspected, it was the Kimunicator Kim had given her. As a professional (if retired) thief and now paid infiltration expert, Shego was NOT comfortable carrying anything that might start beeping at an awkward time. However, she had agreed to keep it with her after getting Wade, Ron, and Kim never to call unless it was an emergency.
Shego activated the Kimunicator, feeling a little silly talking into something that looked so much like a game boy. “What’s up, Poindexter?” she asked.
For once, Wade didn’t object to the nickname. “There’s been a problem.” he said.
“Kim.” said Shego. “What’s wrong? Is she hurt?”
“She’s been kidnapped, apparently by the Worldwide Evil Empire.” said Wade.
Shego grabbed her bag and began walking away from the man with the ‘S. Ego’ sign and toward a ticket counter. “Contact the Germans, tell them it’s a family emergency and I’ll have to inspect their complex later. I’m going to get a return ticket back, fast.”
“Already did, and already did.” said Wade. “Not even I could get your plane to turn around…”
“I could have.” said Shego, resisting the urge to ‘light up‘.
“…which is why I didn’t contact you the minute after Ron contacted me.” continued Wade. “When we get Kim back, I don’t think she’d be happy hearing you hijacked a plane full of people, even to come rescue her. Instead, I put your German job on hold… and arranged for someone to meet you at the airport for a ride back. He owes Kim a favor, and I told him that Kim’s friend Sharon Ego needed the fasted ride possible back to Middleton.”
Shego turned again, heading back to the man holding the sign. “Sharon Ego?” she repeated, doubtfully.
“Um, the reason this guy owes Kim a favor as because she stopped you and Dr. Drakken from stealing his helicopter.” said Wade. “I wasn’t sure he’d be willing to give a ride to ‘Shego’. Don’t worry, I don’t think he ever saw you, and if it was you would have been wearing that suit of yours.”
“Tip for dealing with men when you’re a super criminal.” said Shego. “Wear something tight and flashy, and they’ll never remember your face.” Shego paused. “Thanks, Wade.”. She closed the Kimunicator and waved to the guy holding the sign.
Wade, in his home computer room, blinked in surprise. He wasn’t sure which startled him more: Shego saying ‘Thanks’ or Shego actually using his real name.
“She must really be worried about Kim.” muterred Wade and checked his satelite links. By the time Ron had managed to wake up from the knock out gas and contact Wade, her captors had managed to get Kim somewhere where the tracking chip Kim carried was shielded from sattelite sensors. Wade still had all his systems searching for the chip’s signal, and for any other sign of Kim that his electronic minions could find.
“No.” said Shego. “I’ve never chartered a helicopter before, Mr. Hawk.”
“I swear I’ve seen you before.” said the large man, sitting in the front seat of his black helicopter. “It’ll come to me, I know it.”
“Just as long as I’m out of this helicopter before it does.” muttered Shego.
“What was that, Sharon?” said the man.
“Just wondering if this thing can go any faster.” said Shego. “It’s an emergency.”
“Well, for a friend of Kim Possible.” said the man, flipping a protective panel out of the way, “Anything is possible.”
“We’re a bit more then…” Shego started to say, as the man pressed down on the big red button the panel had covered. Her last word suddenly was stretched out as heavy G-Forces suddenly mashed Shego back in her seat. “…frieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeends.” Suddenly, she recognized the pilot’s gray jumpsuit, complete with a patch of some sort of bat with a wolf’s face, as a high-g suit. No surprise, if his helicopter routinely pulled off speeds Shego normally associated with high performance jets.
The black helicopter, traveling at more ‘Normal’ speeds, landed perfectly on the Middleton Airport Helipad. “Here we are.” said Mr. Hawk, opening the side doors on the helicopter. “Enjoy the ride?”
Shego shrugged. “I’ve had faster.” she said. To tell the truth, the helicopter ride would normally have been an adrenaline thrill for Shego and she would have wanted to take the helicopter’s control stick herself. However, she was more worried about Kim and their child then she was about adrenalin rushes.
Mr. Hawk didn’t seem offended, just handed Shego her duffle bag. “There you go, ma’am, I’m sure the airlines will have the rest of your luggage back here real soon.”
Somehow, his not being offended made Shego feel guilty. “Look, I’m sorry.” she said. Hold on a moment’ thought Shego. ‘Am I actually apologizing?’. However, his voice was going on. “It’s just that I’m so worried about Kimmie.”
“Don’t worry about it.” said the helicopter pilot. “I’ve got a brother out there, somewhere… if I knew he was in trouble, I’d know I’d be too worried about helping him to think about the small stuff.”
“Thanks.” said Shego, although Shego had to admit to herself that her feelings for Kim recently definitely did NOT qualify for sisterly. ‘Gah…’ thought Shego to herself. ‘Now I’m being polite? After I rescue Kimmy, I’m going to have to check in with her mom… something MUST be wrong with me’.
Shego carried the duffle bag over to the fence exit from the Helipad, somewhat surprised to see Ron Stoppable waiting there for her. The bu… Ron had an expression that was a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness. As soon as he saw Shego, he started to blurt out. “Shego, it wasn’t my fault…”
Shego held up a hand. “Hold on there, Stoppable. I am NOT going to plasma blast you. Not today, at least.”
“You’re not?” said Ron, sounding as if he thought he might have deserved getting plasma blasted.
“Four reasons.” said Shego, folding her thumb down. As she spoke, she lowered her fingers, one for each point. “One: You and Kim have been best friends for longer then I’ve known her. I know that if there was any way you could have saved Kim and little Sheki, you would have. Two: Wade said you and Rufus were the only witnesses to the event, and I don’t speak mole rat. I need you intact if I want the information on whoever has Kimmy. Three: Blasting you, as fun as it might be, means I won’t have as much to use on whoever has kidnapped Kimmy. Whoever he is, he need to be deep-fried, slowly.”
“And fourth?” asked Ron, making a very strong mental note to do all he could to stay on Shego’s good side… if the woman had one, that is.
“Fourth, there’s no way I’m walking from here to my apartment.” said Shego. “Where’s my car?”
Shego’s apartment living room had been converted into a war room. The Possible house might have offered more room, but the Possibles were so distraught over the loss of their daughter and unborn granddaughter that Wade felt it was better not to involve them. Some uniformed moving men had brought in a holo-projection table and a robotic monitor there turned out to be Wade’s latest telepresence device.
The robot monitor activated, to show an image of Wade pacing around. Whatever Wade was using as a video camera, it afferent panned to keep Wade’s image centered on the screen.
“Your TV camera follows you around?” said Ron, excited.
“Whatever!” interrupted Shego. She pressed her face close to the return camera built into the robot. “Where’s Possible?”
“So far, I haven’t been able to find Kim.” admitted Wade. “But I’ve managed to contact an expert on the organization who abducted her.”
“Who would that be?” said Shego.
“That would be… me.”
Above the table, a holographic image formed of a woman wearing an eye patch.
“Doctor Director.” said Shego. “No offense, but I was hoping NOT to hear from Global Justice any time soon.”
“None taken.” said Dr. Director. “I’m sure none of us are happy that Kim Possible has been captured… by the Worldwide Evil Empire.”
“Gemini!” snarled Shego.
“You’ve heard of him?” said Ron, startled.
“He and Drakken several years ago both bid… quite competitively, for my services.” said Shego.
“And you picked Drakken?” said Ron. “I mean, sure, Gemini is creepy, evil, and don’t get me started on that dog of his, but Drakken is…”
“Creepy, evil, and incompetent?” said Shego. “Think about it, Possible. That’s EXACTLY why I picked Drakken.”
“Not getting it.” said Ron.
Rufus poked his head out of Ron’s pocket and rubbed his head. “Hea’ hurtz.” complained Rufus.
“Look, it’s simple.” said Shego. “Gemini didn’t NEED a second in command, he needed another foot soldier. I’d have been at best a medium-sized fish in a big pond. Drakken, on the other hand, needed me. For a man with plans for world conquest, the guy has trouble handling a labor force big enough to run a Buenos Nachos. That made me a VERY big fish in a small pond. Also, Drakken didn’t want me to change my name to a Greek letter.”
“I hear ya, girlfriend.” said Ron, nodding agreement.
“Stoppable… never call me that again. Ever.” said Shego. She turned to face the holographic image of Betty Director. “Are you sure it was the W.E.E.?” asked Shego.
“Positive.” said Director. “Before becoming incapacitated…”
“goin’ snooze” squeaked Rufus to a confused looking Ron.
“… Mr. Stoppable saw that the agents taking Ms. Possible were wearing W.E.E. uniforms. In addition,” said Dr. Director. “For reasons I can’t understand yet, they left this on the seat where Kim was.”
Dr. Director held up a piece of paper. The holographic image switched to a close up of the paper form Dr. Director was holding up. On the top was the WEE logo.
“I understand.” said Shego, staring at the paper. “It’s a message for me.”
The holo-image flashed back to the image of Dr. Director. “Explain.” Dr. Director commanded, flatly.
“It’s an employment form.” said Shego. “Apparently, he wants me to come work for him… with Kim as his bargaining chip.”
“Hold on.” said Ron. “How do you know that form was for you? Gemini’s wanted ME in his outfit, too.” -pause- “That so did not sound right.”
“You were there with Kim.” said Shego. “If he wanted you, he could have taken you. Besides… Gemini knows a way that to communicate with me that Global Justice and Wade can’t tap. “
Wade, on the screen, frowned, extremely insulted. Dr. Director just looked at Shego. “So… you didn’t quite give up ALL ties to the underworld.” said Dr. Director, her voice cool and unsurprised.
“Look, doctor.” said Shego. “The first thing an oppressive government cracks down on is freedom of speech, IE communication. If you want to defend democracy, I’d think you’d be in favor of people having a way to talk without the government nosing in.”
“Personally, I quite agree.” said Dr. Director. “However, when these communications involve worldwide terrorism, murder, and let’s not forget kidnapping…”
“Yah, yah, yah…” muttered Shego. “It’s in my bedroom… I’ll go get it.”
“Can someone PLEASE explain what’s going on?” said Ron.
“What’s up?” asked Rufus, clearly agreeing with Ron.
“I think Shego just admitted to having an In-terror-net Computer.” said Wade.
“A what?” said Ron.
“Good guys aren’t the only ones going high-tech.” said Dr. Director. “For years, we’ve known that the a group of super-villains have managed to design a computer network of their own, using the internet as a base platform. The signals are so highly garbled and encrypted that we’ve never managed to prove it in court, or to understand their messages.”
“I’ve never been able to decode more then a few megabytes.” admitted Wade. “And apparently, if anyone tries to open up a In-terror-net computer, it self destructs.”
“And Shego has one of these?” gasped Ron. “She’s still Evil!”
“I am NOT still evil.” snarled Shego, carrying a dark black laptop computer in. A dark red logo, labeled ‘Evil Inside’ , was stamped on the front. “I haven’t even plugged the thing in for months. I just like having a get away plan.”
Shego set the computer up on the desk and booted it up.
Wade, on the screen, cleared his throat. “Um, any chance I could network with that?”
Shego glared at the robot screen. “No, nerdlinger. If I let you or Director there touch this machine, you know what it will mean?”
“A complete loss of high-speed communication for most of the super-criminal world?” said Doctor Director.
“For about two weeks.” said Shego. “Then they’ll be back in action. But as long as this stays under my control, they won’t kick me out of the network. I can use it to communicate with those super-criminals. Find out facts, put out the word.”
“What sort of word?” asked Ron.
“That Kim’s mine.” grumbled Shego. She finished setting up and turning on the laptop.
“You’ve got evil-mail!” chirped the computer, in an annoying (yet familiar) female voice.
Shego begin scrolling through the messages. “Spam… Spam… Spam… Do you mind?” Shego turned and glared up at where Ron was peering over her shoulder.
“Oh, wow!” said Ron. “You’ve already won an atomic death laser!”
“Oh please.” said Wade, via the robot. “Those things are NEVER legit. There’s always a catch.”
Shego returned to scrolling. “Spam… Aha.”
Shego clicked on a message.
TO: New Recruits
Any new recruit wishing to join the Worldwide Evil Empire should be at the attached coordinates at 12:00 PM (Noon) on May 13th. If the three new recruits are NOT present, said recruits will never again see a certain do-gooder alive.
Please wear comfortable attire (Naked Mole Rats may disregard last).
Do not bring:
- Weapons,
- Tracking Devices,
- Cellular Phones or any other form of communication device,
- Additional forces, especially NO Global Justice agents,
- Chewing gum
From the Bow-wow desk of Gemini and Pepe.
Shego stared at the e-mail message. “I don’t believe it.”
“Neither can I!” said Ron. “No chewing gum?”
Shego turned and glared at Ron. “Not the chewing gum! The bit about three. He actually WANTS you and Rufus apparently to come along.”
“It’s the Ron Factor.” said Ron smugly. “You can’t stop it.”
“Rufus Factor!” piped up Rufus.
Shego rolled her eyes. “If he wanted you, why didn’t he take you in the car?”
“Who’d have told you it was W.E.E.?” pointed out Ron, logicly. “The employment form alone might not have been enough of a clue.”
“Well, open the attachment so we can see the coordinates.” said Dr. Director.
Shego started to comply, then stopped. “Wait a moment.” Shego said. “It clearly says ‘No Global Justice Agents’. I don’t care what they have set up, I can bust in and free Kimmy by myself.”
“Freeing Kim Possible, while valuable in itself,” said Dr. Director. “Must take second place to a change to stop and capture Gemini. His Worldwide Evil Empire is too serious a threat to let any one person’s life, no matter how noble, deter us in that goal.”
“Whoa, whoa!” said Ron. “What are you saying? That you’d let KP die if it meant taking down Gemini?”
“Grow up, Stoppable.” said Dr. Director. “You think I like the thought of Kim dying? But if it’s a choice between Kim’s life and the lives of all of Gemini’s future victims, I think we both know which call Kim Possible would make.”
“Yeah.” said Shego. “You’re forgetting one thing.”
“What’s that?” asked Dr. Director.
“I’m not Kim Possible.”. Shego grabbed the holo-table and flipped it over, disrupting the signal from Global Justice. Shego pointed a hand out at the table and concentrated, emerald green fire consuming the high-tech communication system.
“You… you…” said Ron, staring at the table.
“Wade, I’m going in to save Kimmy.” said Shego tersely, ignoring Ron for the moment. “Without Global Justice’s interference. You can either help me or get out of the way. Any other option means a plasma fist in your fat face.”
“I’ll help.” said Wade, ignoring the threat. “But it’s probably best if I DON’T know the coordinates.”
Shego nodded. “Fair enough. We’re going to need some sort of transportation, preferably something Global Justice won’t be able to track. “
“I’m on it.” said Wade, typing quickly.
“We‘re going to need?” echoed Ron.
Shego turned. “Look. Gemini wants you, me, and the mole rat. Why he wants you, I don’t know. But if it means a chance to save Kim, we’re going in. Gemini never said you had to be conscious.”
Ron shook his head. “Look.” said Ron. “If it means saving KP, then of course I’m in. And I can be a bigger help then you think.”. Ron ignored Shego’s unbelieving stare. “I’m just not used to you making the decisions.”
“Strange.” said Shego. “I thought after all these years with Kimmy, you’d be used to obeying a woman.”
“I trust KP. I don’t trust you.” Ron said. He waited a moment, and then said “But Kim does. What’s the plan?”
Kim Possible woke slowly, aware of a strong headache and the fact she was laying on a concrete floor.
“How are we feeling today, Possible?” said a male voice. “In the advanced stages of pregnancy, I hope.”
Kim recognized that voice. “Gemini.” she said. Dr. Director’s brother. Leader of the Worldwide Evil Empire. Standing there without any henchmen. Kim figured, even pregnant, she could take him out.
Kim rushed to her feat and proceeded to pummel Gemini to defeat.
That was the plan, at least. Instead, Kim found herself just laying on the floor. Her body refused to move.
“Aww… is something wrong?” said Gemini, mockingly. “Without the ‘Ron Factor’ and ‘Rufus Factor’, don’t have your old get up and go?”
Gemini took out a microphone. “Stand up.” he said.
Kim found her body moving, arms pushing down and legs positioning themselves. In seconds, completely without any choice in the matter, she was standing in front of Gemini.
“What did you do to me?” Kim snarled out.
“Go to the mirror.” Gemini commanded into the microphone. Kim found her body obediently walking over to a large mirror, set in the corner of the dim room. She was reminded of when Dr. Drakken put mind control chips on both her and Shego. She half expected to find herself wearing a green and black unitard. Instead, she found herself wearing a W.E.E. henchman costume, with a shiny black collar fastened around her neck. The bulge of little Kasy was still present, and Kim prayed fervently that the child inside her would not be hurt by whatever Gemini was doing to her.
“It’s called a Neural Inhibitor and Control Emulator… NICE for short.” said Gemini.
“Stealing ideas from Dr. Dakken?” snarled Kim.
Gemini frowned. “So much easier to BUY technology then it is to invent it.” he said. “Just so long as one is careful not to buy beta-version equipment.”
Kim glared helplessly at her reflection in the mirror, then calmed herself down. Shego would come looking for her, just as soon as Ron told Shego that Kim was possible… Ron!
“Where’s Ron?” Kim demanded.
“He’s fine.” said Gemini. “Don’t worry, he’ll be joining you quite shortly, as soon as he delivers my message to Shego.”
“What message?”
“My employment offer, of course.” said Gemini. “I’ve got NICE collars for all of you… You, Shego, Ron, Rufus… and little baby makes five.”
The thought of the innocent baby inside Kim, wearing one of these devices, made Kim see red… literally. “When Shego gets here, I’m going to let her FRY your butt.” Kim growled.
“No.” said Gemini. “You will make sure she doesn’t.”. He took the microphone. “Stop talking. Sit down. Wait.”
Kim felt her jaw lock shut… apparently, the collar’s effect extended above the neck as well. Fuming helplessly, Kim felt her body sit down on a bench, and wait. Gemini walked off, leaving the young heroine all alone, except for the baby growing inside her. A baby that Kim now had no way to protect.
Kim discovered, either fortunately or unfortunately, that Gemini’s collar still allowed her to cry.