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Kim Possible: Gifted

By LJ58

48

"We've got something," Jim and Tim shouted as they burst into Miss Dobbin's Latin class as Kim looked up from her reading.

"What is it," she asked, almost forgetting her lesson.

"Drakken is definitely moving, and he may have Camille with him for this one, so expect trouble. Shego is on her way."

"On it," she said, jumping to her feet. Then she remembered her class as the students around her just stared, and she babbled, "Sorry, Ms. Dobbins. Gotta do this one, or who knows what he may drop on us next time. I'll have the chapter answers ready for you tomorrow. Promise," she shouted over her back as she raced after her brothers.

As most of the school was used to the unlikely Team Possible of late, no one said much.

Until they raced past the office, and Steve Barkin shouted, "No running in the halls," as he glared their way.

"Sorry, Mr. B," Ron shouted as he caught up. "It's a Drakken thing."

"Just don't let him show up here," the man declared. "We can only rebuild this place so many times!"

"We'll try," Ron promised, and jumped down the steps after the Possibles who were heading for the green sports car sliding to a stop beside the curb just then.

"Better take my ride, Princess," Shego shouted. "I just learned someone tagged the Roth, and we don't want to lead anyone after us."

"Gotta be Du again," Jim declared.

"We'll debug the bug when we get back," Tim added.

"And make sure he can never try again," the boys declared as one as they settled in the back with Ron as Kim climbed into the passenger seat.

"I'll just send ANI off on a tour of the northwest mountains to distract GJ this time so they don't get in our way this time," Kim declared as she lifted her Kimmunicator that was now linked into her Roth's auto-drive, grinning as she tapped a few keys.

"Smart girl," Shego grinned. "You're learning," Shego declared.

"And we'll devise a new magnetic shield for all our transports that can burn out or even prevent anyone from bugging them once we get back to our lab," the boys declared.

"I'll just…. Nah, I got nothing," Ron said as the sleek, green coupe angled and powered into the sky, blasting across the sky with a near rumble of barely restrained power since the boys had perfected the fusion drive they had created with their father's help.

So far, no one else knew they had actually adapted the 'space engine' for their private cars, and even their house. So far it was a family secret, but even Shego knew that wouldn't last. Sooner or later someone would realize the Possibles were no longer buying gasoline. Or using the local electric grid. God only knew what the authorities would do when they started realizing just how smart this family could be. They were still smarting after the Possibles and the Sands had used the testimony of certain officials, and felons, to craft a civil suit that had sued half the government into confessing their abduction of the two girls, and for what reasons. The ten million dollar settlement was rather nice, too.

When Team Possible burst onto the scene soon after, the law and certain agencies immediately screamed about vigilantes.

The public refused to hear the vigilante charges against the daring young woman leading an unlikely team that was now starting to actually put an end to the once devastating operations of a band of virtual supervillains that were now learning they were being challenged on a level that surprised many of those once nearly unopposed madmen.

Monkey Fist had yet to surface again, but with the Possibles helping him look, even Ron knew he couldn't hide forever.

"We've got a solid track on the microwave frequency Drakken still uses for his creations," Jim declared. "ANI II, input this data, and give us a course."

"Already logged, Jim," the AI remarked. "The transmission's originating point is coming from a small island in the Caribbean," she told them.

"Then step on it, girl," Shego growled. "And don't spare the horses!"

"Full thrust in three," the AI remarked.

"Oh, man. Not that again," Ron moaned.

"Just don't throw up in my car again," Shego spat. "And make sure your belt is tight," she demanded, as everyone else just sniggered.

"One time," Ron moaned. "Just one time."

"He does make a good distraction," Kim pointed out as Shego rolled her eyes as she kept her hands on the wheel, and her eyes on the sky just in case.

"C'mon, KP, you, too," he complained.

Which only brought more laughter as the boy's activated their new battle-suits.

~KP~

The old man limped carefully, his cane now more than an affectation as he leaned on it as he neared his private lift.

Pressing a hidden button with his ring, he opened the masked lift and rode down to the secret lab buried deep under his rebuilt villa.

"Father, are you all right? Should you be up already?"

"I have no choice," the grim billionaire declared. "I gravely miscalculated our last operation, and it proved that even I can make mistakes. Only I will not end my days as a failure. Not even in this venture. Kimberly Anne will learn that Seniors do not admit defeat. We only come back stronger and harder, and we always…."

"Get stepped on," Junior asked, barely escaping that fate as he wisely ran for his life the moment the scary woman with the very strange hair proved his omen had not been one of favor, but personal danger.

Roberto glared at his son and turned to the men working around him.

"Well? What have you learned?"

The head scientist grimaced as he turned, and admitted, "So far, that she is unstoppable. Literally unstoppable. With those two little madmen following her, and Shego wanting to shoot anyone that jumps in front of her, it's getting a lot harder to find Henches that want to fight them."

"Do not tell me what I already know," the rich man complained. "Tell me how we stop her crusade before she has us all in jail. Or steps on us again!"

"We're….working on it, sir. We were hoping that Dr. Drakken has a ploy, and we did hear that Gemini managed to finally break out again last week. There is a chance one or both of them have a ploy that might weaken her enough for us to exploit the opportunity they grant. But, ah, until then…."

"What am I paying you for," the billionaire demanded as Junior only sighed, and shook his head. "And what are you even doing down here now," he demanded of his less than a truly creative son.

"Ah, father, I have had my very own epiphany. It seems it is getting so hard to find a real party of late. And even harder to find a club that allows me entry," he added sadly.

Roberto tried not to groan.

"So I am devising a means of making everyone forget everything but the urge to dance," he declared as he waved the tool he held around, "And once I implant my device on a suitable transmitter to spread it across the globe, we shall finally all party hardy from dusk to dawn," he beamed happily.

The old man's expression took on a new look of inspiration, and he smiled slyly.

"Why, Junior, my son, I think you have finally had a truly brilliant, and utterly evil scheme that will make us all….richer," he declared. "And very powerful," he beamed.

"So…. We should charge everyone to get into the clubs only I will control if they wish to dance the night away," he asked.

Roberto tried not to groan.

"We'll work out the details," he promised his often clueless son. "You," he turned to the lead scientist. "Ensure the device works. Help him perfect it at once. I expect to have it operational by the end of the week. Now, move," he demanded before limping his way back to the lift with a smug grin now. "I must plan the details," he smiled coolly.

Soon. Soon, he mused, he would finally have that annoying commoner on her knees. This time, he would command her!

~KP~

"The lead was just a blind," Agent Du told Dr. Director as he returned looking both disheveled, and more than a little bruised.

"What happened to you?"

"We followed her vehicle into an underground cave system. Where we somehow lost it. It took time to get out as we….got lost," he admitted ruefully. "By the time we gained a new lock on her signal, she was already heading home."

"Indeed," the head of Global Justice declared. "Get cleaned up, Agent Du. We're going to visit Kimberly and her team. They should be almost home by now."

"By now," Will frowned. "Ma'am, I told you….?"

"They were not in the mountains, Agent Du. They somehow misled you. Meanwhile, they took down Drakken and Camille in the Caribbean before they could launch an attack to sink Florida into the sea. They just dropped those two off at our regional HQ, and are now on their way home."

Will just gaped.

"Are you going to finally reprimand them," he finally asked as he headed for the door of her office to go clean up as he had been bid.

"Not at all, Agent Du," the woman behind the desk smiled slyly. "I'm going to offer them a posting as provisional agents for Global Justice," she declared.

"You're what," Will Du sputtered as he froze in the door now.

"Can you think of a better way to control the uncontrollable, Agent Du," she asked. "Besides, it has only now come to my awareness that Sheldon has managed to escape again. I think it would behoove us to have Kimberly on our side when he comes after either of us again. Don't you?"

"But….her? Those….anarchists? Agents of Global Justice?"

"Provisional agents, Agent Du. You'll be their liaison."

Will looked horrified.

"You have your orders, Agent Du. Get changed. We want to be there in time to intercept them on arrival. Before they can run off again," Betty smiled knowingly.

Will walked away muttering.

Just the Beginning…..