Kim Possible crane-walked cautiously, moving silently as she carefully put one foot in front of the other. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered, providing a dim, untrustworthy illumination. The cubicle farm she was walking through, with it’s multitude of flimsy partitions, was probably one of the worst combat environments you could imagine.
Especially since, for this training exercise, Kim was limited to only using her pistol and her natural senses. Shego had ‘explained’ that if Kim was on an assignment, it would probably be one where she would have to rely on captured equipment rather then being able to bring in her own equipment. At least in this exercise, Shego was letting Kim start out ‘armed’ rather then forcing Kim to play unarmed.
To be fair, though, in most of those exercises Shego had made sure there were items available that Kim could use as weapons. It reminded Kim of the old days of being locked in some insidious death trap. Just like then, there was always at least one way out… if Kim could only find it.
Shego grinned, crouching behind one partition. The goggles covering her eyes were working just as Shaver’s promised. She could see through the partition wall as if it was clear glass; the goggle’s various functions even automatically adjusting for the dim, flickering lights. Kim ducked into another cubicle, still searching for Shego. Shego adjusted the depth control on the goggles, trying to get a good view of Kim.
Much to Shego’s surprise, she was presented with a much better view then she had expected; the goggle’s multi-frequency scanning was now letting Shego look through several cubicle walls AND Kim’s clothing. The red-head’s body was in even better shape then before she had been recruited by the NSA, thanks to weeks of training. Under the dark, civilian style clothes, Kim was dressed in a purely functional athletic bra and a pair of sexy pink lace panties. Seeing such a frivolous, feminine under-garment sent a surge of desire through Shego’s body. Knowing that Kim had no idea Shego could see her like this only made it that much more illicitly pleasurable.
Shego quickly adjusted the depth control back, refusing to let her arousal over Kim’s body distract her from the mission. Shego took a small scotch-tape dispenser that she had picked up off a desk earlier and tossed it toward a pre-selected area. It made a soft, but still audible sound as it landed.
Kim crouched at hearing the noise, turning her head to where she thought the sound had come from. Odds were that it was a decoy, but Shego sometimes did get overconfident and sloppy. If this was one of those times, Shego was in for a surprise. At Gibbon’s prodding, Shego had finally agreed to let Kim carry sleep darts in addition to the normal training darts.
Shego watched as Kim took something from a desk and held it up over a cubicle wall. She toggled through vision modes on the goggles until she could recognize what it was; a small, compact mirror. Kim was using it as a periscope, to try to see around corners. Shego smiled. “Smart girl.” she whispered, too soft to be heard over the room’s air conditioning. Not much use against an opponent who could see through those walls, but any edge you could get in a fight was one you should take.
Shego moved silently but swiftly, positioning her by the cubicle the tape dispenser had landed in. This cubicle had two doorways, and Kim was approaching the one opposite of Shego’s position. A yellow post it note was stuck to the computer monitor, with two words written on the note in glow-in-the-dark ink. Hidden by a wall, the goggles let Shego watch as Kim moved toward the note.
Kim frowned, moving to the monitor and staring at the note. ‘Look Up’. She glanced upwards quickly, her pistol rising to track where she was looking.
Shego grinned and stepped to the side, so she had a clear line of sight at Kim. Kim saw Shego and began to bring her pistol back down, but Shego was faster. A dart flew from her pistol, right through the black top that covered Kim’s mid-riff.
Kim just had time to note the bright yellow markings on the dart before she felt the familiar sensations of the knock-out drug working it’s way into her system. “Shit.” she growled, even as her world went black.
Shego clapped her hands together. The fluorescent lights immediately stopped flickering, then slowly grew to full, normal illumination. Shego pushed the goggles back up on her forehead and carefully examined Kim, straightening the unconscious cheerleader’s body out. She picked up Kim’s pistol, from where it had fallen, and opened the ammo chambers. She shook the pistol, letting four yellow knock-out darts slide out while leaving the green darts in place. Next she reached into a pocket and pulled out a small bundle, wrapped in cloth.
From the cloth Shego took out four darts. These were training darts she had carefully repainted, so that only close examination would reveal they weren’t standard knock-out darts. She slid the modified ammo into the vacated chambers. If Kim Possible made the mistake of not carefully checking her gun before the next training exercise, Shego’s princess was going to receive a rude surprise.
Shego slid the pistol back into Kim’s holster, then picked up the four knock out darts. Three she placed in her pocket, while the fourth she used to replace the dart she had shot Kimmy with. She holstered the pistol then carefully picked Kim up in her arms. “Come on, Princess… other people need to use the range too.” she told the unconscious girl. While Shego had priority use of any of the training facilities here, Shego and Kim weren’t the only two agents training here.
After the way Shego ran her ragged in training, Kim would have probably been shocked by the way Shego tenderly carried the smaller woman’s body to Kim’s room. The door recognized the transponder bracelet Kim was wearing and slid open. Shego started to step though, then stopped in surprise.
Several men in green uniforms were busy, cleaning up a huge puddle of water. One of them came over. “Sorry, Triple X, there was apparently a major water leak in the room upstairs. We should have it cleaned up in a few days.” said the head janitor.
Shego sighed. She had tried, several times, to get people here to call her ‘Shego’ but they constantly insisted on using her code name. By now, she had given up. “Oh, great, where am I supposed to put Kim?”
“I don’t know, ma’am.” said the janitor. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”
“You haven’t help me with anything yet.” snapped Shego, but her heart wasn’t in it. “Never mind… do you know where Gibbons is?”
“Maybe in his office, ma’am.” said the man. “I couldn’t say for sure.”
“Never mind.” said Shego. She walked off, still cradling the sleeping Kim in her arms.
The man walked over to a communication console panel, built into the wall, and typed a quick combination into the keypad. “Agent Gibbons, sir? Triple X just left, carrying KP.”
“Understood.” said Gibbons. “She believed your story of the water leak?”
“Yes sir.” confirmed the agent.
“Good.” said Gibbons. “Clean up in there, and then I’ll lock the room down.”
Shego grumbled. Kim was definitely heavier then she looked, her young frame hiding hard, sleek muscles. When no other alternative had presented itself, she had finally decided to carry Kim’s unconscious body to her room. While, in theory, anyone in the XXX complex had gone through a thorough security screening, Shego didn’t feel right leaving Kim out in a public hallway, unconscious and unable to protect herself.
The door to Shego’s quarters slid open. The raven-haired woman placed Kim down on her bed and walked over to the communication panel. She typed in the combination for Gibbons officer.
“NSA Special Projects, Triple X Division.” said a pleasant, female voice. “How may I help you?”
“I need to speak to Gibbons.” said Shego. “Tell him it’s She…”. Shego stopped, and rubbed the back of her neck where she knew the scarlet and black tattoo was. “Tell him it’s Triple X.”
“Just a moment, please.” the woman said.
A moment later, Gibbons’ voice could be heard over the communications unit. “Gibbons here. Is that you, Shego?”
“Doy.” said Shego. “Who else would it be?”
“What’s up?” asked Gibbons.
“Apparently, there was some sort of water spill in Kim’s room. She needs another one.” said Shego.
Gibbons sighed. “Shego, while you and Kim are both important to the Triple X program, you’re NOT the only agents I have to supervise. Tell Kim to contact housekeeping about getting a new room, and tell her that she’s not to bother me or her team leader again.”
Gibbons pushed the disconnect button, then smirked.
Agent Steele, sitting across the table, frowned in confusion. “I don’t understand, sir… you know that Kim will be unconscious for several more hours.”
“Agent Steele, so far Triple X and KP’s interactions have strictly been in competition.” said Gibbons. “For ordinary agents, that might be acceptable. Unfortunately, if they are going to work the way I want them to, they must learn to spend more time with each other.”
“Thus the fake plumbing accident?” asked Agent Steele.
“Of course.” said Gibbons.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. If agent ‘KP’ wishes new quarters, he has to request them himself, in person at the office.” said the bland voice over the com unit.
“Look, you silly twit…” snarled Shego. “KP is a girl, and she’s currently passed out in my room! I just want another room where I can drop her off!”
“It’s not my fault if some agents drink themselves to oblivion.” said the voice. “Regulations are regulations.”
Before Shego could verbally blast the man back, or ask him where he was so she could literally blast him, she heard the sound of the man turning off his end of the communications link.
Shego snarled, slamming a fist into a nearby wall. It may look like blandly colored plaster, but the material was actually heavily armored; Shego didn’t even have the pleasure of leaving a dent in the wall.
Shego turned to look at where Kim Possible lay on Shego’s bed, the girls red hair spread out on the white pillow. “Looks like we’re roomies until morning.” Shego said. She briefly considered shooting Kim again, to make sure the girl wouldn’t wake up until Shego did, but couldn’t bring herself to do it. “Frag it.” grumbled Shego, and walked off to the mess-hall to get dinner.
The XXX-Complex’s dining area, referred to ‘the mess-hall’, had seating for about fifty diners at a time. A variety of plastic tables and chairs filled the room. One wall of the room was a serving area, where NSA Agents could select from a wide variety of offered food items. The opposite wall was an exclusive dining room, with one-way mirrors installed to separate the formal dining area from the normal mess-hall. The dining room was usually kept locked, only used when hosting VIPs.
The mess-hall was more crowded then usual; apparently, a large number of new NSA agents had been recruited and sent to the XXX Complex for special training. A few of the newbies stared momentarily at Shego’s strange coloring; very few albinos, after all, had long, silky black hair. Also, there was a faint but noticeable green tinge to Shego’s skin and hair.
Shego growled. She did NOT appreciate being stared at, and Gibbons would be upset if she ‘lit up’ and threatened to plasma blast the idiots gawking at her. She took her tray to the person currently in charge of the mess-hall. “I’m taking my tray to my room.” she snapped. “I want two breakfast trays to my room in the morning… one my regular, the other a heavy breakfast.”
The mess-hall manager frowned. “Ma’am, that’s irregular. What’s your authorization?”
Shego growled and turned her head. One hand held her tray steady while her other hand lifted her hair out of the way, to expose the vivid triple-X tattoo on the back of her neck.
“Yes ma’am, understood.” said the person, quickly writing down Shego’s breakfast order.
Shego stalked out, still carrying her tray.
In the VIP Dining area, Gibbons smiled as he ate his dinner. It was good to see Shego using her ‘XXX’ status, especially since it was apparently concern for Kim that was making her use it. “I love it when a plan comes together.” he said to the empty room.
Kim stirred, starting to wake up. She snuggled closer to her Pand-a-roo, frowning at the faint pain in her head that she knew would turn into a full-blown, knock-out dart induced headache as soon as she opened her eyes.
Wait a minute… if she had been hit by a knock-out dart, that meant she was at the NSA complex. And Kim had left her beloved cuddle-buddy Pand-a-roo at home, knowing that a stuffed toy had no place at a top secret government training agency.
Kim’s eyes opened wide. What she was snuggled up against was a slightly taller female form, clad in a pair of green silk pajamas. The form was instantly familiar to Kim, from recent weeks of extensive training together and, before that, several years of fighting against each other. Kim gasped. What was Shego doing in her bed?
Kim sat up and glanced around. Even with the lights turned down, Kim quickly realized that this wasn’t her bedroom. Every time before that Shego had shot Kim with a knock-out dart, Kim had woken up in her bed. A few details, such as a pair of Chinese ideograms painted on one wall and some green and black clothing scattered around the room quickly convinced Kim that it was a case of Kim being in Shego’s bedroom.
Why would Shego bring me to her bed? thought Kim. She glanced down at herself and felt a sense of relief and odd regret at finding herself still clothed like she had been before the training exercise, with no sign that her clothing had been removed while she was in her drugged slumber.
“G’morning.” mumbled Shego.
“Oh… sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” said Kim, reflexively apologetic. “Wait a minute… what am I doing here?”
Shego yawned, sitting up. “After you got knocked out, I took you to your room. Apparently a pipe burst or something… water was all over the floor. I couldn’t find any place else to put you, so I just brought you here.”
“Oh… thank you.” said Kim. She blinked. “You took me to my room?”
“Doy, yah.” said Shego. “How did you THINK you got to bed all the times you got knocked unconscious?”
“I just thought some staff tucked me in.” said Kim.
“Nope, all me.” said Shego. She stood up and stretched, the thin material of her pajamas pressing close to her body.
Kim swallowed nervously and quickly glanced away. “I… I guess I better get to the mess hall for breakfast, then see about getting a new room.”
“No hurry.” said Shego. “I ordered breakfast for both of us.”
A discrete knock at the door indicated their food was here.