Shavers stood on the private airstrip of NSA Triple X Classified Training Facility, a.k.a. the Rural Farming Experimental Station. Sweating in his suit, he struggled to pull his suit case toward the waiting business passenger jet.
Kim trotted over, dressed in a much cooler mid-riff baring top and a pair of loose fitting beige cargo pants. She easily carried one suit case already in her right hand. Hardly slowing down, she easily picked up Shavers’ suitcase in her left hand. “Come on, Shavers… we got a plane to catch.”
“Oh, sure. Show off.” grumbled Shavers, hurrying to catch up with the teenage girl.
Shego watched from the airports control tower. “Ok, if I’m supposed to be the team leader, why is my team going without me?” she demanded.
“You attract attention.” said Gibbons, calmly. “If you show up with them, they’ll attract attention also. For their part of the mission, it’s best that no one knows they’re their until you need them. A business plane is the perfect camouflage for them.”
“So what do I get? Economy class?” snapped Shego.
“Oh, I think we can do a little better then that.” said Gibbons.
“It’s a barn.” complained Shego. She glared at the tarp covered object in the middle of the dusty hay barn. “What’s that, a hay wagon?”
“Not exactly.” said Gibbons. He reached down, grabbed one corner of the tarp, and yanked it off.
Shego found herself speechless.
The car revealed was a sporty looking jet black viper. A snake in the form of an ‘S’ was emblazoned on the hood, in metallic green pain. Green flames were painted on the front bumper and around the tire wells of the car. The license plate on the back read ‘XXXCLR8’.
“Accelerate?” said Shego, pointing at the plate.
“And reminder of your Triple X status” said Gibbons. “It’s more then it seems. The body shell is a light weight armored composite, bullet proof and only slightly heavier then an ordinary car frame. Built in GPS navigation system, terrain monitoring and auto-reacting suspension, and a couple other surprises under the hood.”
“Weapons?” asked Shego.
“Rockets, caltrops, and machine guns with high-explosive armor piercing rounds.” said Gibbons. “You can read the manual on your first hotel stop.”
“My tax dollars at work.” said Shego. “I just have one question.”
“Oh?” said Gibbons.
“Where’s the keys?”
“Welcome to the Hotel California.” said the desk clerk. “How long will your business keep you here?”
“A couple of weeks.” said Shavers, signing the register with the same fake name that was on his ID. “I can’t be sure how long it’ll take before the situation is resolved.”
“Well, Mr.… John Conner, I hope that you and your… -cough- niece enjoy the suite.” said the clerk.
Kim wheeled the luggage cart to the elevator. In addition to the two suitcases holding the clothes for Shavers and herself, there were five other suitcases holding highly classified, ultra-compact electronics equipment.
The suite had two separate bedrooms and two offices for business use. Shavers tossed his carry-on bag into the smaller of the two bedrooms, then began dragging the electronic cases into the larger office. Kim unpacked his suitcase in the master bedroom, then wandered into the office. Shaver was busy rolling a metallic mesh fabric over the walls of the office.
“Whatcha doing?” asked Kim, moving to help him finish covering every wall of the room with the material.
“Basically, setting up a Faraday cage.” said Shavers. “This will keep any electromagnetic radiation from slipping through, so no one can remotely track what I’m doing in here.”. He opened up another case, taking out what looked vaguely like a Mylar umbrella. “The only signal getting in and out of this room will be going through this dish. Perfect portable security.”
“Need any more help?” said Kim. “If not, I’ll just call my parents…”
“No!” said Shavers. “We’re on a mission! No personal calls. If you need to make a call, tell me so I can set up a Sherlock.”
“Sherlock?” said Kim.
“An untraceable phone call.” said Shavers. “What, you’ve never read ‘The Moon Is A Harsh Mistress’?”
Kim groaned. “Oh, please… not another book on BDSM relationships!”
Shego pulled into the city about noon. It had taken her three days so far to get from south of Smallville to Metropolis. She had been tempted to keep driving last night rather then stopping. Most of her adult life, Shego didn’t have anyone that she let ‘get close’ and she had only shared quarters with Kim for a week or two. But after that one night… that single, glorious night of making love with Kim… Shego found sleeping by herself to be extremely lonely.
Shego glanced around at the large, gleaming buildings. She knew that Kim and Shavers (not that she really cared about Shavers) were somewhere in this city. Only the fact that going to Kim might endanger her kept Shego from immediately trying to track down the hotel where the two would be setting up their portable command post. Instead, Shego set off for the largest, most luxurious hotel in the city… Lex Towers. Located conveniently close to the Metropolis ‘Club Extreme’.
Kim Possible moved around the mat, kicking and striking out at imaginary opponents. Her dark red hair flicking out as she snapped her head at a sudden disturbance, droplets of sweat flying off. Tonight would be the third night in a row of trying to get to sleep without Shego near her. Much to Kim’s dismay, the last two nights had been spent mostly tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. Hopefully, working herself to exhaustion would let her sleep well tonight.
The disturbance was Shavers, poking his head out of the shielded computer center. He held up a boxy, blocky looking phone handset. “Secured call from Triple X.” he said.
“Shego!” cried Kim, rushing and almost tackling Shavers in her excitement. She grabbed the phone from his hand. “Hi, Shego!”
“Hey, Kim.” came the voice. It may have sounded cool and detached to most people, but Kim by now knew Shego well enough to be able to hear the masked undertones. It was obvious that Shego missed Kim also.
“Why ya’ calling?” said Kim. “Is something wrong?”
“No, no.” said Shego. “I just… wanted to check in. I’m going into the club tonight, wanted to make sure you two were ready.”
“Ready and waiting.” said Kim. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come along?”
“Not tonight. Soon.” promised Shego.
“Shego…” said Kim. “Um, isn’t this call violating security?”
Shego sighed. “Relax, Kim. I called Gibbons and had him connect us. I’m in the bathroom, on a digitally scrambled Sat Phone… and I’ve got the shower running to block any bugs. Trust me, I’ve been doing the whole ‘Act in Secrecy’ thing longer then you have.”
“Ok, Shego.” said Kim. It sounded weird to hear Shego using her name, without any of Shego’s little pet names. However, during the training, most of the pet names had been used to designate cover personas. It was a little weird… one day Shego had absent mindedly called her ‘Pumpkin’ and Kim had found herself automatically reacting by kneeling next to Shego and putting her head in Shego’s lap.
“I guess… I guess I’ll talk to you later.” said Shego.
“Be safe, Shego.” said Kim.
Club eXtreme was a place that believed in standing out. Emblazoned on the front of the building was the Club eXtreme logo; the word ‘eXtreme’ with the X replaced by a huge silhouette of a woman bound to an X shaped frame, her head thrown back as if in the throes of orgasm. A shiny metal doorway made up the front door to the club, designed like an airlock and with security camera watching so no one could approach without being observed. A young woman, dressed in a tight pink latex leotard, stood by the front door and allowed the lucky few inside. The leotard included a face covering hood, so only the woman’s mouth was exposed. Presumably, an ear-piece hidden by the hood relayed instructions to the hostess on who to let in.
Shego set down the penetrator binoculars. She was sitting in the middle of a mostly empty warehouse. Defeating the warehouse’s limited security system had been child’s play; it had taken her longer to get dressed this morning. She had chosen this warehouse for it’s location, directly across from Club eXtreme. The warehouse lacked any windows, presenting a solid concrete wall to the front of Club eXtreme. Thanks to the Penetrator vision system, Shego could have an unobstructed view of the front doors of Club eXtreme whenever she wanted. Unfortunately, Club eXtreme’s construction was mostly metallic, with a complex electrical wiring system to drive a bewildering system of lights and speakers. As far as the Penetrator system was concerned, the building became completely opaque a few feet in.
Shego sat up a video camera and focused it at the wall. She peeked into the eye-piece, making sure the camera’s penetrator system was clearly recording who the woman let in. She watched for a few minutes, making preliminary notes. Once she had enough information, she would select a persona set for Kim and herself and then tailor them for entry into Club eXtreme. Several of the males being let in sported the ‘Luthor Look’, heads shaved bald in imitation of the city’s richest resident. Outfits ranged from street wear to formal clothing to obvious fetish garments. After a few moments study, however, showed one distinguishing feature in common. To an eye is keen as Shego‘s, and presumable as keen as whoever was giving the cues to the woman at the door, the clothing was all at the high range of cost. No one seemed to get in who wasn’t wearing at least a couple hundred dollars worth of clothes and jewelry, unless they were obviously with someone who was wearing a couple thousand. Most noticeable in the second category had been a handsome young man in black leather trunks and a metal collar, escorting a woman easily twice his age and dressed in more diamonds then Shego could recall ever seeing together outside a jewelry store.
Shego considered, then laid down. The video camera would keep recording… Shego figured she should sleep now. She would check the tape when she woke up, but unless it showed something unexpected, her plans for the next day were already set.
Kim Possible lay in the hotel bedroom. After an hour or so of tossing fitfully, she had finally managed to fall asleep. Her lustrous red hair was spread out across one pillow, the other pillow clutched in her arms. The sheet had been kicked off part way, revealing Kim dressed only in a pair of pink panties and a pink mini T-Shirt.
The bedroom window opened from the outside, almost silently. Almost.
Kim sat up in her bed. The metal dart pistol she had placed under her pillow was now firmly in Kim’s hands, held in a two-handed grip and pointing straight at the open window and… “SHEGO?” said Kim.
Shego grinned and dropped a pair of shopping bags into the room, then moved toward the bed. Without even wondering about the bags, Kim placed her pistol on a bed table and held out her arms to her beloved Shego. The two embraced tightly, and then begin franticly pulling each others clothes off.
Shavers wandered into the main room of the suite, yawning. Much to his surprise, he didn’t see Agent KP already awake, working out or going once more over the limited information that Gibbons had provided. He pushed open Kim’s bedroom door a bit, then quickly shut it as soon as he saw there were two female forms in Kim’s bed.
“Why does the Triple X agent always wind up getting the girl?” he asked softly, then began preparing breakfast. He suspected if he wanted to see either of the women out of bed any time soon, he needed to have coffee ready.
LATER
Shego sipped at the mug of coffee, then smiled. She was sitting on the suite’s couch, a half finished danish on a paper plate in front of her. Kim lay next to her, the younger woman’s head resting comfortably in Shego’s lap. Shego picked up the danish and offered it to Kim. Smiling happily, Kim opened her mouth and obligingly took a bite.
“Well, of course you’re in charge of the mission, Shego. But what brings you in this, ah, morning?” asked Shavers.
“Well, yesterday morning I finished reviewing surveillance footage of Club eXtreme, and then I spent the rest of the day acquiring… supplies.” said Shego.
Shavers frowned. “I don’t understand… I’m sure we brought everything you could need on a mission like this. Explosives… extra ammo… special intrusion tools… what more did you need?”
“This.” said Shego. She stood up, making Kim sit up with a small, disappointed pout. Kim watched as Shego walked to their shared bedroom and came out carrying two bags. Now, Kim had time to look at the bags instead of just the woman carrying them. The larger bag had the name of one of Metropolis’s most prestigious clothing stores discretely printed on it; the smaller bag was from a high class jewelry store.
Shego took from the clothing bag a diaphanous light blue gown and a white body stocking, both obviously sized for Kim. A pair of blue high-healed shoes, with small gold pad-locks on the buckles, completed the outfit. From the jewelry bag, Shego pulled forth two thick gold bracelets and the crowning glory; a gold choker necklace, with a dark emerald stone that would be held against the hollow of Kim’s throat. Words were engraved on the gold setting around the stone. “To my little Kimberly - From Sheila’.
Kim looked at the necklace and felt mental gears shifting. Kimberly… a young woman with indulgent, well-off parents who found it exciting to be the play thing of the slightly older, and much wealthier woman. Sheila wasn’t Kimberly’s first lover, but the first one who was introducing Kimberly into the Dominant/Submisive life style. If necessary, Sheila could either be a woman who was honestly in love with a gold-digger, or be a cynical woman who was leading a naïve Kimberly into a life that would end with Kimberly being sold into a life of unwilling sex slavery. Like several of the covers, the Kimberly/Sheila set were designed to be able to shift to match several different scenarios, depending on which one Shego needed.
“I’ve got my outfit at my hotel room.” said Shego. “I figure I could pick you up around nine.”
“How long will it take you to get ready?” asked Kim.
“About an hour at most, why?” asked Shego.
“And you don’t have any plans for today until then, right?” said Kim… ~No…~ she told herself firmly. ~You’re Kimberly now. Forget that’s Shego. It’s Sheila… the woman who you’re at least in lust with, and who just bought you these pretty play things.~. Kimberly fastened the choker around her neck and then stood, moving seductively toward Sheila. “Let me thank you for this…. Properly.”. Kimberly shot Sheila a high power glance that made it clear the thinking would be down horizontally.
Shavers found himself standing outside the hotel suite, the suite door firmly locked closed. He knocked hesitantly on the door, and stopped when he heard two snarled voices snap in unison “Go away!”.
He sighed, then started to smile. “Well, they’re definitely Triple X material.”