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Dear reader. The characters in this story do not belong to me, they belong to Disney. This story is not intended to generate profit. It was only intended to generate some entertainment value.

This is a sequel to my earlier tale, The Agent. If you haven't read that tale, this one will make exactly zero sense. I urge you to read that earlier tale before you read this one.

Thank you for your time, and now, please enjoy...

"I've got to say, I never thought I'd be doing this as part of my duties!" Hank Perkins glanced down at the plasma screen on his chest.

"Hold your head steady!" Drakken's visage on the screen demanded. "You're jostling the camera."

"Right, anything you say," the young, overly enthusiastic man agreed. On his chest, Drakken's image grimaced at the excessive compliance.

"Very well," an older gentleman called from across the room. "Mr. Lipsky, are you prepared to testify before this board?"

"Absolutely," Dr. Drakken's image answered.

"Dr. Director," the man continued, looking at another desk. "Are you prepared to speak in your defense?"

"I am," the one-eyed woman nodded.

"Very well, let's begin." He took a deep breath. "For the record, my name is Senator Forewind. I am the chairman of the Senate committee on international law enforcement. This hearing is in regard to some disturbing allegations brought forward against Global Justice. These are serious allegations and could potentially result in the United States withdrawing its contribution to Global Justice and refusing this organization the right to operate on U.S. Territories."

"The counter allegations are just as serious," he continued. "Drew Lipsky is accused of initiating some form of atomic meltdown under the Wind River Mountains of Wyoming. Over twenty thousand people were displaced and although there was no release of radiation, there is now a sinkhole where a mountain peak used to be."

"Drew Lipsky has refused to return to the United States, claiming that he fears unlawful detainment. Should his allegations prove true, this is a legitimate concern. In lieu of his direct presence, we have allowed him and an associate of his, Shego, to interact with us remotely."

He paused and looked around the large meeting room. Nobody protested his remarks. He nodded and continued.

"Everyone present has already agreed to the next step," he announced. "We will subject everyone present to a truth ray, that compels everyone to tell the complete and unobstructed truth. A U.S. Military attache, on Senior's Island, will confirm that both Drew Lipsky and Shego are also exposed. Does anyone have any objections at this late minute?"

When silence answered him, he continued. "Very well, Mr. Lode, please activate the ray."

A yellowish light filled the room. All present looked curious, as if they had been exposed to a mild electric shock.

"Okay, that's finished," Senator Forewind announced. "Dr. Director, since this hearing is primarily to learn the validity of your organization, and your operation of it, I would like to first call you to the witness stand."

The aforementioned woman rose to her feet and strode purposefully to the front of the room. Once there, she sat at the witness stand and swept her single eye across the room, fixing each and every one of her accusers.

"Witness, state your name," the chairman ordered.

"Doctor Betty Director," she stated. "Head of Global Justice."

"Very well, lets get to the heart of the matter. Are you guilty of installing mood-affecting devices in United States Citizens, including one Kim Possible, Dr. Anne Possible, Dr. James Possible, Ronald Stoppable as well as the current members and former member of Team Go."

"No, I am not," she replied.

"Have you found a method of defeating the truth ray?" The chairman countered. "And if so, are you sure you don't want to retract that statement? Reputable doctors have removed these devices from the individuals I just named and we have linked these devices to Global Justice."

"You misunderstand me, Mister Senator," Dr. Director informed him. "I do not deny ordering these devices built and implanted in these individuals. I deny guilt for doing so."

"Were these devices tested by an independent medical testing laboratory before you had them installed in these individuals?" The chairman asked.

"No," she answered. "We tested them in house, with the Global Justice medical staff."

"Other than the former Team Go member, Shego, had any of these...recipients...been accused of a serious crime, much less convicted?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"So you ordered unapproved devices to be implanted in U.S. Citizens' bodies, with no warrant, no oversight, and you claim to have no guilt?" The chairman stared at her.

"That is correct."

"Did you have any expectation that any of these citizens, with the possible exception of Shego, were about to commit serious crimes when you ordered these devices implanted?"

"No."

"So by what authority did you implant these devices in American Citizens, none of whom had committed, or you even suspected of committing a crime?"

"By my own authority," she answered.

"Dr. Director," the chairman now addressed her. "How many of these citizens met the criteria established by the Global Justice Charter, which you yourself helped author, of technovillain?"

"Only Shego and Lipsky," Dr. Director remained calm.

"Are you also aware that the treaty between Global Justice and the United States specifically prohibits your organization from, and I quote, 'detaining, imprisoning, intimidating, harming or in any way affecting the life' of any citizen of the United States, unless said citizen is currently or has, in the past, committed activities meeting the criteria of technovillain?"

"Of course," Dr. Director answered. "My memory is very good."

"So how can you claim to have no guilt?"

"Because treaty and charter also allow me to act in such a manner needed to prevent worldwide catastrophe inflicted by technovillain activity," she informed her questioner. "And that is exactly what I was doing with these actions."

"Which catastrophe did you seek to prevent?" He asked, now curious.

"I cannot quantify such a catastrophe," she shrugged. "I only know that I had to prepare to meet anything."

"So there was no clear danger to face?"

"Senator Forewind," she addressed him very formally. "You are breathing oxygen at this time, are you not?"

Confused, he nodded.

"Can you smell this oxygen, taste this oxygen, or even feel it? You know that there is air around you, but you take it on faith, you base your life upon the fact, that roughly a quarter of this air is, indeed, oxygen."

"I am in a similar position with the technovillain," she informed him. "I know that the population of the world is approximately 7.4 billion. I know that a very small percentage of these will become technovillain, but I have to base my professional life upon the fact that any one of these potential technovillains may emerge and execute an activity that I am unprepared to face. Experience has taught me that the best way to counter such surprise threats is to have enhanced human operatives ready to react."

"So you're saying that you performed the actions just described, in order to counter a threat you had no way to detect, or even know would manifest itself?" The senator asked.

"Exactly," Dr. Director answered.

"I believe that you have overstepped your bounds, doctor," the senator informed her. "I believe that you have done these actions either to enhance your personal position or to fight shadows that don't exist."

"That is your opinion, senator." Dr. Director's voice was cold.

"And we are about to find out how much my opinion matches fact," the senator countered. "Does anyone else have any questions for the doctor?" He called. When nobody acted, he returned his attention to the doctor.

"You may return to your chair, doctor." When the woman left, he raised his voice. "The panel calls Mr. Drew Lipsky to the stand."

Hank Perkins, wearing the camera and plasma screen, walked to the witness stand and took a seat.

"For the record, state your name," the chairman instructed the distant Dr. Drakken.

"I'm Hank Perkins," Hank declared. "I'm temping for..."

"Not you!" The chairman snapped. "Mr. Lipsky!"

"My name is Drew Lipsky," the blue man declared. "I am a petty criminal, I want that understood up front."

"Very well, describe your relationship with one Dr. Betty Director."

"Like I said, I was a petty criminal at the time she was a special FBI agent investigating technovillains. She arranged to have certain charges against me dropped if I cooperated with her."

"What was the nature of this cooperation?" The chairman asked.

"Two items," the distant Drakken reported. "My first job was to execute various technovillain schemes. She didn't completely confide in me, but it was obvious that these schemes were intended to test security at various government and private facilities, as well as test various law enforcement agencies' ability to react."

"The second job?"

"I employed Shego and made sure she didn't commit manslaughter or murder," Drakken reported. "In addition, I made sure that any major criminal charges could be attributed to me, leaving her with lesser charges."

"I understand that there were several times that you were in a position of strength," the chairman continued. "Near world domination. Why didn't you take advantage of such situations to overthrow her control?"

"Because she had a kill device installed in my aorta," Drakken answered. "I turned it over to the investigatory committee."

"I call the board's attention to Exhibit 1," the chairman declared. "Note that the FBI and the CIA have already linked this device to Global Justice's manufacturing center."

"At what point did you decide to attempt to escape Dr. Director's control?" He asked the distant scientist.

"Shortly after the Diablo attack," Drakken answered. "I had used my previous association with the organization to infiltrate its computer system. I learned of certain plans that seemed to suggest I was going to be framed for escape and killed. For that reason, I made the choice to escape for real." He took a deep breath. "I had gathered information about certain...unsavory...plans that Dr. Director appeared to be prepared to execute. I make no claim to being a hero! I had no intention of exposing these plans until I was free of her ability to kill me. However, once I realized I was a dead man anyway, I secured this evidence to strengthen my bargaining position after any escape."

"Describe this Diablo attack," the chairman prompted him. "While we know how you executed it, I'm interested in knowing why you did so."

"Because Dr. Director ordered me to do so," Drakken answered.

"No, what were you supposed to accomplish with this attack?"

"The first goal was to test the viability of the Diablos themselves," Drakken told his questioner. "Director told me something about evidence of an extraterrestrial threat that may, or may not, visit this planet at some point. She told me that she wanted to test my ability to deploy these units, in case an extraterrestrial threat materialized." Drakken smirked. "To be honest, I assumed that she was simply preparing a surprise for her brother and his organization."

"Did she confide in any additional goals?" The chairman asked.

"Indeed, she stated that she wanted to test the world's military forces' capabilities to react to such a sudden attack." Drakken told him. "That sounded perfectly plausible to me."

"Anything else?" The senator asked.

"One other item," Drakken now looked uncomfortable. "She instructed me to create a synthodrone that would mimic a very handsome, charming young man. Not only would this test my ability to create an infiltrator synthodrone, it would...prompt a relationship between Kim Possible and her companion."

"Explain this," the chairman instructed.

"According to Dr. Director, there was a certain, repressed romance between Kim Possible and her companion, Ron Stoppable. Furthermore, she claimed that genetic analysis had determined that Possible was genetically enhanced while Stoppable's genes would be disposed towards maintaining any such enhancements. The idea was that by providing Miss Possible with a love interest, Mr. Stoppable might be prompted to make his feelings known." He provided an uncomfortable glance to the young, redheaded woman sitting at one of the witness counters. "Additional files I had found prompted me to believe that Dr. Director wanted such enhanced humans she knew about to reproduce, hoping to create additional enhanced humans. She also wanted to remain discreet. If these two young people were to embark on a romance, nobody would really bat an eye. With all they had been through together; if nature took it's course, nobody would suspect anyone but them and there would be another potential superhuman to exploit, wouldn't there?"

"Unless anyone else has questions, I'll let Mr. Lipsky return to his seat." Although Dr. Director seemed ready to speak, she kept her peace. With nobody else speaking up, the senator gestured for Perkins to vacate the stand.

"I now call Miss Kimberly Possible to the witness stand."

The young, redheaded woman rose and approached the stand. As she walked, she fixed her green eyes on the one-eyed woman, giving her a hateful glare. Upon reaching the stand, she was seated and the senator addressed her.

"Please state your name and occupation."

"My name is Kim Possible. I am currently a college student."

"Please describe your prior association with Global Justice and Dr. Director."

"I stumbled into a hero's life," Kim stated. "I won't go into details, but it started when I set up a website looking for odd jobs. After some misunderstandings, I wound up doing more high-profile and dangerous missions. Dr. Director made contact with me, introduced me to one of her agents, and had us investigate Duff Killigan. From that point, Global Justice would occasionally request that we assist them."

"By we, who do you mean?" Senator Forewind asked.

"Myself and...Ron Stoppable," Kim answered. "He assisted me on my missions."

"You speak in the past tense," the senator noted. "Is he no longer assisting you?"

"I am no longer taking missions," Kim answered.

"Very well, perhaps you could describe to the board what happened when you were under the effects of the moodulator."

She took a deep breath. "Please, I want everyone to understand that I was a seventeen year old girl at the time. The chip controlled my emotions, but didn't control the direction. In other words, if the chip made me feel angry, I was angry but it didn't control who, or what, as was angry with. When the emotions switched to love, well." She flashed a quick, regretful look to another section of the witness seating, where an ashen-faced blonde young man sat. "I found myself completely smitten with my best friend."

"Your testimony here is confidential," the senator assured her. "Could you describe your actions and intentions?"

Again, the redhead paused before answering. "I can't say what the limit of my intentions were. I can say that I wanted to hold hands with him, I wanted his arm around me and I wanted, and in fact did, kiss him. It was really a schoolgirl crush sort of thing, but if he had made any effort to go further, I would have gone along with a great deal of enthusiasm."

"A more sensitive question," the senator at last had the politeness to look embarrassed. "If the two of you already had a romantic relationship, in your opinion, could the encounter have turned sexual?"

"Without a doubt," Kim answered, her gaze steady. "And to answer what I believe your next question will be, no, I wouldn't have concerned myself with protection. Put bluntly, I believe that by using the moodulators and sufficient time, whomever controlled the moodulators could compel the victims into either reckless sexual acts, or even into long-term romantic relationships."

"Now, could you describe your experiences leading up to the diablo attack, when a synthodrone infiltrated itself into your school?"

Kim closed her eyes and took several deep breaths.

"Again, I was a younger teen," she said, once she opened her eyes again. "I was feeling very inadequate because most of my closest friends either had high quality dates to the upcoming prom, or had high quality boyfriends. In walked this handsome young man, who was witty, funny and was in to me from the beginning. I fell for him, hard."

"So, you had a strong, romantic attachment to him?"

"I can't say attachment," Kim answered. "He wasn't there long enough for that. I will say that I had a very strong attraction to him."

"Fair enough, and I apologize for asking these personal questions." The chairman nodded. "I understand that this synthodrone betrayed you."

"It was humiliating," she told her questioner. "I had been taken in by a fake. My friend was there and pulled me out of a very bad emotional place."

"This friend, Mr. Stoppable, correct?"

"Yes," she looked down again, clearly distressed.

"Could you tell me what happened immediately after this synthodrone humiliated you?"

"Ron braced me up, emotionally," there were a few tears shining in her eyes now. "After that, he admitted that he had romantic feelings towards me."

"Is there any reason to believe that they were caused by some sort of mind altering device?"

"I don't think so," she sobbed a little. "The next two years were the happiest I've ever been."

"I take it that you haven't maintained your relationship," Senator Forewind had the manners to look embarrassed for asking.

"We are no longer together," she wiped a tear from her eye and refused to look towards where Ron was seated. "I have no reason to believe that this was due to artificial feelings, either."

"Why do you say that?"

"We had our chips removed shortly after we returned from Senior's Island," she told him. "We stayed together for some time afterwards. What happened...is personal."

"I won't pry unless I have to," her questioner assured her. "Tell me, when you visited Senior's Island, what did Mr. Lipsky tell you about these chips?"

"That they were very discrete and subtle," she answered. "He also said that Ron and myself had them, as well as my mother, father, brothers and members of Team Go."

"What did he do after that?"

"He gave us what he claimed were jammer pendants, that would keep anyone from tracking us via these chips and Senior provided transportation. My mother is a neurosurgeon and she arranged to have everyone I said given ultrasounds and x-rays. We found the chips that Drakken...er...Lipsky suspected. My mother assembled a team and removed them and Wade confirmed that they were very similar to the chips that Bortel had originally constructed. We then contacted Team Go, they reported similar chips in them."

"So, for the record," Forewind concluded. "Your mother, Dr. Anne Possible, does not have comet modifications, yet she was still chipped."

"Correct."

"Does anyone have any questions for this witness?" The senator asked the room.

"I do," everyone looked, with surprise, to Drakken's visage on Perkins' chest.

"It's a little unorthodox," Forewind admitted. "But this isn't a trial. I don't see why we can't have one witness question another."

"Kim," Drakken addressed the redhead. "Describe the attacks that the diablo robots executed. How many casualties were inflicted?"

"Surprisingly few," Kim admitted. "The robots seemed more interested in making demonstrations of strength than inflicting casualties."

"Oh, such the humanitarian!" Dr. Director's sarcastic voice interrupted. "Is anyone recording this for the Pulitzer Committee?"

"You made me do it!" Drakken snapped at her. Hank had turned towards her, allowing her to face the blue man. "I had a poison vial next to my heart to insure my compliance!"

"One man against what, two hundred dead?" She snorted. "You're a very brave man, Drew Lipsky!"

"And how does that stack up against the woman who ordered it!" Drakken snarled right back. "How does that stack up against the woman who didn't even have the courage to execute the plan herself? I was in fear of my life and I'm willing to admit that I'm not brave! You're supposed to be a brave, moral leader. How do we stack up?"

"I did my duty," Dr. Director countered.

"Oh, your duty was to order me to attack?" Drakken came right back. "I did everything I could to keep the casualties down!"

"All except one," Dr. Director almost smiled. "What about poor Eric?"

"I had no choice!" Drakken protested. "There was no way I could program the needed responses, much less in the time frame you demanded! Programming human interactions is impossible! The only way I could accomplish your instructions, especially in the time frame you gave me, was to do what I did! You knew this!"

"What's this about Eric?" Kim demanded.

"Could I ask the board to display my evidence video feed number one?" Dr. Director asked.

Senator Forewind nodded and somewhere, a technician must have manipulated some controls. A projection screen descended from the ceiling and displayed a scene of what appeared to be a person in an ICU bed. The view moved closer to the figure's face, revealing a man in his late twenties or early thirties. While monitor equipment was connected to him, he did not have a breathing tube or even an oxygen mask. The bed was motorized and designed to exercise the occupant's limbs, which was made evident when the arms and legs began to move.

"Who is this?" Senator Forewind asked.

"Why don't you ask Lipsky?" Dr. Director smirked, then looked towards Drew. "What did you promise him, Drakken? Did you offer him money? Did you tell him that he would be young again, stronger and more handsome than he had ever been? Did you tell him that he would have the chance to seduce the famous Kim Possible? What did you promise him to get him to agree to your little plan?"

"You knew I had to do this!" Drakken roared back at her. "You approved!"

"Only because you couldn't deliver what I demanded," she countered. "You had months and you couldn't come through."

"Quiet! Both of you!" Senator Forewind demanded of the two. "Mr. Lipsky, you seem to know this man, explain who he is."

"That man is Mr. Eric Enticer," Drakken told the senator.

"Okay, that's a name," the senator prompted. "What's his significance?"

"Lipsky left him brain dead!" Dr. Director interjected.

"Quiet, I'm asking the questions at this time!" Forewind snarled. He then turned to Drakken. "Mr. Lipsky?"

"I can program synthodrones to execute simple tasks," Dr. Drakken told his questioner. "But to emulate a human? That's impossible. Every day, each one of us makes hundreds, no thousands, of decisions that form what we call a personality. The raw data that must be processed, plus the random nature of some decisions...it's impossible to replicate in general, much less for a specific task."

"You're not making sense to me, Lipsky," Forewind told him.

"Take the suit you have on right now," Drakken addressed the senator. "How did you decide on that particular suit and that particular tie? Did you pick them out last night? Were they the first that you saw in your closet? Do you have good memories of wearing them? Did you think they would give you a more authoritarian persona? Did you select comfortable shoes and a suit that matched them? See what I mean? How many decisions did it take you just to pick out your clothing for today? And I was supposed to program that into a synthodrone."

"Okay, I understand that programming an artificial human is difficult but it doesn't explain who..."

"Interpersonal relationships are even more difficult," Drakken droned on, now not paying attention to his questioner. "Even just to get along with someone, not to mention securing their affections. I'd never had a meaningful relationship with a woman; I had no idea how to go about establishing one, so how could I program a synthodrone to establish and maintain one?" He now looked at the senator. "You're a husband and a father, senator, so at some time you obviously secured a woman's affections. How did you do it? Could you tell me how you decided when to offer a compliment and when to offer a joke? Could you tell me how you determined when she wanted a hug as opposed to wanting her space? How did you interpret her verbal and non-verbal language, analyze the data and take those actions needed to make her first like you, then love you?"

Drakken's face on the screen now turned to face Kim. "And you, Kim, you were the subject of this. Could you tell me how a boy would have to act for you to fall in love with him? At what point in your interaction with him would you welcome an advance, such as an attempt to hold your hand, ask you on a date, put his arm around you or attempt to kiss you? Is it dependent on how handsome he is? How charming? How do you quantify handsome and charming, much less write the algorithm that combines the two and determines how forward to be in a relationship? You were the subject, and you wouldn't have been able to tell me how to calculate how the synthodrone would have to act for you to fall in love with it."

Kim was looking nervous while the senator was looking irritated.

"Get to the point, Lipsky!" He demanded. "Who is Mr. Eric Entice?"

"I'll answer," Dr. Director interrupted. "Drew Lipsky was unable to program his enhanced synthodrone to behave like a normal person, much less in a manner needed to gain Miss Possible's affections. Instead, he went out and found a young man who had a certain reputation and criminal record for...shall we say establishing relationships with teenage girls? He then used the mind-swap machine and put this young man's mind in the handsome synthodrone's body and turned him loose."

The one-eyed woman now turned that eye on Kim. "You've been listening to Drew ever since you found him on the island, Kim." Now, Dr. Director gave the younger woman a tight, appraising smile. "Did he ever tell you that? Did he tell you that he put a pedophile into golden body and sent him to seduce you?"

A/N: My thanks to Joe Stoppinghem for his beta assistance.