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Kim Possible: Marvels

By LJ58

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The woman walked down the hall, her heels tapping out a determined march as she headed for her meeting.

The room was a very top secret meeting of some of the most important political figures in the world. Not just American this time. This meeting was too critical to the fate of humanity as a whole. The woman balanced several thick files, and a small laptop in her hands as she paused to open the door, and look inside.

Twenty men and women from across the globe sit together in silence, all eyeing her as she walked into the room, and pointedly closed the door.

Aside from the two guards outside, there were two more inside. There were also a lot of very advanced, highly technological security systems covering for them. No one outside the room was going to eavesdrop, or break in on them without a lot of alarms going off.

The woman nodded back to the group, and walked to the small table set up in the middle of the room in place of the usual dais. She put her burdens down, glanced around, and nodded again.

"Thank you all for coming. I know you're all busy, and have a lot of….issues facing you, but that, ladies and gentlemen, is exactly why I'm here," the slender, wiry brunette missing her right eye which was covered with a simple, black patch. Her prim, modest pantsuit was cut to her willowy frame, and even her simple short-cut dark hair was meant to as functional as her wardrobe.

"We all know your ideas, Dr. Director," one of the men, a staid, burly Englishman with graying hair and a thin moustache.

Dr. Elizabeth Director nodded to the Chair of the United Nations Security Council, and gave a very faint, brief smile.

"And I appreciate you hearing me out. But I've an idea to put Global Justice not only in the same arena with other national, or international agencies, but to create a highly specialized team of operatives within GJ that can, and will face the kinds of threats that even current law enforcement agencies are unable to confront."

"A daring statement," a near skeletal Frenchwoman sniffed. "Frankly, this Global Justice notion of yours does not sound any different from any of the other multiple agencies already running about. What makes your brainchild any different?"

"The heart of GJ, as I said, will be a very select, and special operations team selected just for the Omega Level threats we all know are out there of late. We all know that some of them are virtually, if not literally unstoppable by current means and mandates," she said bluntly, making more than a few of those present murmur grimly.

"Go on, Elizabeth," Russell Smythe, the Chair nodded. "But while most of us are familiar with your….Global Justice initiative, I think what we all want to hear about here today is your….special operations."

"Fair enough, sir," she replied evenly. "Then I'll skip the introductions, since by now you have all seen my prospectus, including my GJ plans and operational data, and go right to the heart of the matter. I intend, ladies and gentlemen, to bring on a very special team of enforcers. Dare I even say, avengers? A team of genuine….Marvels," she told them.

Now everyone murmured among themselves as she let them absorb that one.

Marvels, they all knew, were extraordinary individuals that through various means had acquired such power and abilities that they were virtually unique, and highly dangerous when confronted. Many lived quiet lives. Many more did not. Some were law abiding. Some, however, were definitely playing for the other side of the law.

"Go on," Russell Smythe spoke up again, nodding firmly.

"As you wish," she said, allowing a faint smile as she knew that little bombshell had been a critical point in her presentation.

Even she knew that the mere mention of Marvels these days could alienate, or polarize people like nothing else in the world. Many wanted them controlled, caged, or even shot on sight. No one wanted to consider that they might just be useful, if brought in, trained, and properly directed.

It didn't help that madmen like the mad genius Drakken, or the mindless creature of destruction known as Behemoth were the usual public faces of Marvels in their world. Unfortunately, many of the more admirable faces tended to be overlooked, or disdained.

"Thank you, Mr. Chairman. Now, don't think I'm being foolhardy. I'm not talking about drafting en masse here. I'm talking about creating a very select group of specialized agents that can, and will face any threat we might imagine with skill, tactical expertise, and yes…..firepower."

She turned, opened up her laptop, and tapped a few keys, and then hooked her laptop into an area computer terminal.

"Right," she nodded, and picked up a small remote, aiming it at a blank wall that lit up with blank pixels.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you our first operating team of Marvels I wish to conscript. First, I think you all know Dr. Kimberly Anne Possible of Possible, Inc.," she said as the image of a young, slender redhead appeared on the screen.

"Pardon me for asking, but… Isn't she dead," a German ambassador asked blandly.

Dr. Director turned, and smiled at him.

"A rather common preconception. In her earlier teens, Dr. Possible was a veritable Marvel in her own right, taking multiple gold medals in the Olympics, and going on to master over fourteen styles of martial arts. She also possessed a working knowledge of another six styles, making her quite a phenomena."

"Yet hardly qualifying her as a Marvel. Or addressing her apparent death," Russell cut in on her exposition.

"A moment, sir," he said, and hit the remote, showing a far more sickly redhead in a custom-built invalid's chair. "At the age of seventeen, on the very cusp of her apparent successes, Dr. Possible was diagnosed with a rare terminal cancer. She was given less than a year to live, and disappeared from the world stage, which is why so many do think her dead, and gone."

She then switched to another image.

"In fact," she said, "Dr. Possible, with the aid of her family and friends at Possible, Inc., devised a most unlikely cure for her condition. Hybridizing recovered alien bio-tech with her own inestimable father's cybertronic invention, she created a life support system called the Centurion System."

The group stared at the image, and frowned.

"That….is a life support system," they frowned, eyeing the sleek, apparently robotic façade that covered the human frame from head-to-toe, and looked more than a little ominous to all of them.

Dr. Director gave a faint smile.

"Believe it, or not, yes. This, however, is Armor in full activation mode. It makes Dr. Possible a stronger, faster, and far more dangerous individual that most realized considering her Centurion systems have since been upgraded with micro-lasers, plasma cannons, and even mini-missiles. She can also access, and tap into virtually any computer system compatible with her own systems run by a top secret AI that constantly upgrades, and maintains said systems."

"You're talking about a virtual WMD, Dr. Director," Hans Heinrich, the German ambassador gasped. "In the hands of a terminally ill woman?"

"Formerly terminally ill woman," Dr. Director told him, and hit the remote again. "This is Dr. Kimberly Possible at a conference four days ago when one of my own personal aides managed to take this very rare image. Almost as rare as the image of Armor," she added, showing a healthy, smiling redhead wearing two silver bands on her otherwise bare arms as she stood in a room next to a very familiar Dr. James Possible. The young woman was wearing a simple crop top and jeans, so it was obvious she was more than healthy.

"As I said, Centurion saved her life, and now somehow keeps her phenomenally healthy," Betty went on.

"And if the system were to fail, or be removed," Chairman Smythe asked quietly.

"Ah, well, I doubt either would likely be possible," she said. "No pun intended. I did manage to learn a little about Centurion of late. First of all, it's been genetically bonded to Kimberly, and is fueled by a highly classified fusion device the Possible twins invented. We believe that, theoretically, Dr. Possible's Armor system could even withstand a tactical nuclear blast. Any other doubts of her Marvel status?"

No one said a word.

"Moving on. We all know this man," she said, and an image of a red, white, and blue clad masked man appeared holding a circular shield with the same colors.

"Patriot," an American on the Council nodded. "A vigilante."

"And the only known survivor of Professor DeMenz' mad experiments in human augmentation," Dr. Director nodded at him. "Patriot, or Brick Flagg, is a typical American who served in the Marines, has a very good skill set and background in strategy and tactics, and is a peerless physical specimen that is likely stronger than ten men, with enhanced reflexes, and an uncharted regenerative ability. In short, a peerless warrior. As you know, his first public act was to dismantle Professor DeMenz' illegal operation from the inside, and then he went on to expose his role in the GDN which we all know, but cannot yet prove, is funded and likely headed by Jack Hench."

"The Global Domination Network aside," Marie Rennes, the French ambassador remarked quietly, "How is a glorified vigilante going to be of any use to us if we cannot control him? He is known to be reclusive, and willful."

"As I said, we know his identity, and his background. Even now, I have trusted associates keeping an eye on him, and awaiting the signal to contact him about bringing him into our fold," Dr. Director told her.

She nodded at the Council again when no one spoke, and she nodded again as she turned, and a new, almost innocuous face appeared on the screen showing a smiling, sandy-haired young man as tall as he was lanky, but looking more than fit as he wore only shorts and a tee as he balanced on a very high branch holding what appeared to be a kite.

"Our next selection, people, is Ronald Stoppable."

"He looks like a kid," someone frowned as they spoke aloud.

"He is nineteen, the same age as Dr. Possible. He is also…."

She paused, and changed the image showing a man leaping across a rooftop in a moonlit vista, clad in all black. There was the suggestion of something that backlit the image since the figure was somehow wreathed in a faint, bluish aura.

"The mysterious ninja warrior the media has tagged Fist for his uncanny ability to shatter anything with his powerful blows. We actually first began tracking Fist when he began appearing in the wake of Lord Montgomery Fiske's mad attempts to use simian-based magics to overthrow the United Kingdom. It took time, but we learned as we backtracked Stoppable that he was in England as a tourist when Fiske attempted to unleash some kind of ancient curse that ended up empowering both him, and Stoppable. Stoppable has since been directly linked to stopping the infamous Monkey Fist's rampages on more than one occasion. His powers and skills, I need not add, are beyond known limits at this point."

She nodded again when no one said anything, and she changed the image again.

"I know you all know this woman. Bonita Marie Rockwaller, rather coincidentally, also one of Kimberly's classmates before she left Middleton. Ms. Rockwaller was touring New York when a group of hostile Marvels fought for control of the city, and she ended up exposed to an unknown, possibly synthetic antigen that had an unexpectedly unique reaction on her metabolism," Dr. Director went on. "While she has remained primarily a private, and rather reclusive figure, we did manage to recover some footage that makes my claims factual. Because, ladies and gentlemen, the woman we codenamed Sting," she went on, showing a new image that showed the shapely, voluptuously rounded brunette astride what appeared to be a very real bumblebee, "Can actually shrink to the size of a common insect, and even control virtually any insect around her. I think you can all appreciate the implications of such a versatile skill in the field," she said firmly as they gaped at the next image that showed the image of the brunette riding that bumblebee ahead of a huge swarm.

"How has she used her powers, Dr. Director," Chairman Smythe asked. "Because I know we haven't heard of this woman before now."

"Exactly. What you are seeing is a very reclusive woman ensuring the pollination of her garden, sir. Sting, as we called her for something to tag her with, tends to favor fashion, gardening, and domestic pursuits to anything else on either side of the law. We believe, however, she can be far more useful as one of our Marvels."

She turned, and checked the laptop, and then eyed the group.

"What I'm about to show you now is well beyond top secret, and a national security matter that only a handful of people in the world know about. That said, our next candidate is also perfect for our team. This is Android," he said, and showed a tall, silver humanoid with a black and red bodysuit covered with a stylish green cape.

"Is he a clown, or something?"

"Hardly," Dr. Director said. "Android is the result of the most ambitious scientific project ever conceived, and potentially powerful member of our potential team. Four years ago, Dr. Felix Renton discovered he had severe ALS, and wasn't expected to live beyond his twenty-fifth year."

"He built this….thing? Is that it," Ambassador Heinrich asked curiously.

"Designed, built, and now inhabits it," she told him. "Dr. Renton, to save his life, and his mind, created an indestructible android of special alloys that now houses his brain. That android body is more powerful than a hundred men, can use stealth camo, and even render him completely intangible if he wishes. He can also use his fuel cell to fire controlled, and very devastating blasts of anti-matter."

"Anti-matter," someone gasped. "How is that even possible?"

"That," Dr. Director smiled thinly, "Even my best researchers have yet to figure out. Only Dr. Renton knows that secret, and he's not talking. It is a power cell he and his fiancé Justine Flanner created in private research, though, and as yet, neither are sharing. There are rumors that Kimberly was involved in the design, though. Again, that is speculation, as no one has released any of the actual research."

"Considering what happened with Dr. Possible's cybertronic discoveries, I'm not surprised," Madame Rennes sniffed. "At times, these scientists are far more dangerous than any felon."

Dr. Director sighed, and nodded.

"I cannot argue that point, Ms. Rennes, and yet that brings us back to the reason behind this meeting. Our next member…."

"Are you insane," almost everyone shouted when the muscular, dark–skinned man known to most of the world appeared on the screen.

"Hear me out," she spoke firmly as they all gaped at the image of the most public threat known to the world just then. One that, as yet, very few could even slow, let alone stop.

"All right. What is your thinking, Elizabeth," Russell demanded. "Because even I could not condone turning loose Behemoth as part of your team."

"Nor do I," she said bluntly, and eyed the young man again. "Yes, Dr. Wade Load does become Behemoth. An unstoppable brute of unimaginable, and so far, unlimited physical power. Still, it is not something he wants any more than we do. Only the former Dr. Lipski…."

"His credentials were stripped, and his standing lost after his madness became obvious after all he's done," Hans spat.

"Yes, I know. Still, we all know that it was Dr. Load's work with Dr. Lipski that led to the creation of Behemoth," she acknowledged, not bothering to show an image of that gray-skinned giant that was more primitive monster than man. "However, Dr. Load, a very intelligent man with no less than five PhDs even now, also has the brains to be more than invaluable to us. I will tell you, I've already approached him about working with us as an advisor, and tech support for the team. Not as a field agent. In turn, I've offered all the top, cutting-edge resources we can tap to help him control, if not eliminate his….changes. Without anyone forcing Dr. Load to transform, we thereby eliminate a potent threat to the world from the start. Agreed," she demanded.

The group murmured, and shared uneasy looks, but finally Chairman Smythe slowly, if reluctantly nodded. "Is that all, then?"

"Hardly. For such an eclectic group, they obviously need a proven leader. A skilled, experienced, and capable leader who is used to facing the unusual, and coming out on top. That is why, gentlemen," she smiled, "I suggest for our best candidate as captain to lead our Marvels….the inestimable Shego," she said curtly, and the image of a tall, shapely woman with genuine green skin appeared on the screen.

"Good God, woman," James Robbins, the American spat. "You are nuts!"

"You do know she's still in jail," Russell pointed out. "For robbing the American mint?"

"Allow me to explain my thinking," she smiled blandly as she gestured at the woman in a formfitting green and black uniform that complemented her coloring, since her hair was as black as her skin was green. One hand in the image was literally glowing, and the smirk on her full lips suggested the woman found something more than amusing, and she was enjoying herself.

"Please, do," Russell nodded, but looked more than uncertain.

"We all know about Shego's past. About Team Go, and it's fragmenting that led her to operate solo for a time before….crossing the line. Consider her history, though. Read between the lines. Shego has never overtly sought to harm anyone. She is not endangering the world. Not seeking power. She is an adrenalin junky looking for her next thrill. Wherever she might find it."

"And you want that to lead your team," Hans Heinrich sputtered in astonishment.

"Considering the risks, and the threats they would face out there, yes. Considering that Shego, in and of herself is likely one of the most powerful, and skilled members of the entire team, yes. Considering that she would find her need for excitement more than met, and thus keeping her focused on the job she once did with consummate ease, absolutely yes," Betty snapped. "I know we'll have to arrange things. A pardon, or parole, or something, but Shego is absolutely the best candidate to command and direct this group, and ensure they are successful," Dr. Director declared.

"If, and I do stress if we were to take that chance, what do you consider their mandate," Russell asked after a long, thoughtful pause.

"As we all already know, and has been amply demonstrated, there are threats out there that ordinary law enforcement, or other agencies cannot match. I envision Global Justice as having an international reach, yes, but when ordinary agents of any nation cannot do what needs doing, wherever that may be. Whatever it may be. Then we send in these Marvels. We send in the unstoppable to combat the unnatural," she said with a grim nod.

"And what do you call these….Marvels? After all, public perception is obviously going to be a concern with some of the people you are suggesting you conscript," James Robbins pointed out. "Especially in America, where both Shego, and Load have been most active."

Dr. Director shut down the screen, and closed her laptop as she eyed the gathering, and nodded.

"I am aware that eventually the Marvels on our team will be exposed to the public. I'm aware that perception, or propaganda may either help, or hinder their efforts. Still, I'm banking on their ability to face what's out there to help steer that publicity, and undermine any concerns. As to the team name, I was thinking of something along the lines of Sentry. Because that is what they are going to be. A shield against the unnatural and felonious efforts to destroy our world. So, ladies and gentlemen, you know what I'm asking. Will you help me create Global Justice? Will you help me field Sentry? Will you help me….save the world?"

Every man and woman in the room fell absolutely silent as Dr. Director met their gazes, and did not look away.

"Give us five minutes," Chairman Russell nodded to her.

Dr. Director nodded, and walked toward the door, leaving her materials behind.

She stepped outside, closed the door, and eyed her watch, marking the time to the second.

Neither of the guards said a word as she stood there to one side, focused solely on the door as if she could somehow see inside, or even listen to those within. In fact, she was simply mentally ticking off the time as she marked precisely five minutes.

Without looking at her watch, she noted the time, and went to knock on the door with a firm hand.

The guards never said a word as she waited, and then the door finally opened.

"All right, Elizabeth. Come back inside, if you will, and if you can answer a few pointed concerns, and we may…. I do stress may, greenlight your program."

"Which part," she asked pointedly as she followed him back into the room.

"All of it," Russell Smythe nodded somberly.

Dr. Director smiled as blandly as ever. Inside, however, she was anticipating victory. And an entirely new world for all of them.

To Be Continued…..