[FFML] [KP] The Dark Ocean - Encounter (18/20)

[Rann Aridorn]

Title: The Dark Ocean - Encounter (18/20)
Author: Rann Aridorn
Notes: I've found myself distracted from Dark Ocean as of late. While I 
still have every intention of sticking through and finishing it, I've 
been needing to take some breaks lately to work on things that are 
entirely different genres, so that I don't feel so cramped into Dark 
Ocean's niche.
Legalish notes: All characters having appeared in Disney's Kim Possible 
are the property of Disney, and are used here without permission, but 
with no intent for profit. All other characters are original and the 
property of Rann Aridorn.
Also, for those on the FFML who were following this but got interrupted 
by the outage, you can catch up on the parts of Dark Ocean and the 
several side stories that have been posted here:
http://cartoon.adultfanfiction.net/authors.php?no=1296786436




	"Say it again," Shego murmured against Kim's throat, pressing her lips 
into the indentation of it, letting her words thrum gently against the 
skin. "It makes me so damn excited every time I hear it. Say it again."
	Kim smirked, twisting her hand to roll Shego's braid around it a few 
times, then gently pulled the green-skinned woman's head back to look 
her in the eye. "I'm the crime boss of thirteen city blocks."
	"Oh my Gooood," Shego moaned as if in ecstasy, her eyes fluttering 
closed for a moment. "I didn't think it could get any better, then you 
did the hair-pulling and oh my GOD."
	Kim laughed and shook her head, releasing her grip on Shego's braid and 
grabbing it again at the bottom, bringing it around to tickle her 
lover's nose with the tuft. "Is that what you want to do all day, huh? 
Lay here in bed and have me tell you what a wicked wicked criminal I am?"
	"Promise?" Shego replied, giving the redhead a rather convincing 
pleading look.
	Laughing again, Kim rolled Shego over so that she was on top, pressing 
down on her with the weight of her body. "Maybe for an hour. But we've 
got work to do tonight, and today to get ready for it."
	"Mmm, okay." Smiling, Shego slid her hands down Kim's sides, fingers 
sliding under the waistband of the younger woman's panties and then 
moving back and forth, stroking along her hips. "But if I only get an 
hour, I better condense everything down into that. Could get intense."
	Kim seemed to pause, raising up a little and eyeing the wicked grin on 
Shego's face. After a moment, she cleared her throat. "Two hours."
	"Slightly less intense," Shego said agreeably.
	Kim snorted and ducked her head to kiss Shego firmly, their lips 
pressing together firmly and eyes closing. Then Shego rolled to the side 
and Kim broke the kiss with a laugh, giving Shego a push and grabbing 
for a pillow.

	Kim stood in front of the mirror, practicing expressions. She'd done it 
a few times in her "old life"... practicing various expressions for some 
date or cheer competition. Now she was getting a good idea of what her 
mask looked like, the edge it gave her. More than that, though...
	She was developing just who Chione was.
	Chione was just another name for her, of course, but she'd decided to 
use it with those she encountered out there, "on the job". After all, in 
a way that's why the name existed at all... so that she could do this. 
But Chione also needed to be the hard one, the scary one. Kim hoped that 
as much as she could give the Chione name the job of being hard, cold, 
and dark... well, the idea was that she could be less of those things 
when she was just being Kim.
	The mask really was quite the wonder. If she wore it with her normal 
expression, the lenses were round and almost cheerful-seeming, even the 
edges of the mask itself softening a bit and looking less intimidating. 
But when she focused herself, the lenses narrowed, taking on harsher 
angles. Even slight narrowing of her eyes made them into intimidating 
white slits amidst the black.
	"Princess?"
	"Yeah?" Kim murmured, not looking away from the mirror.
	"Time to hit the streets."
	Kim nodded, regarding the mirror for a few more long moments, shifting 
her thoughts, her emotions, into place. Then Chione turned and picked up 
her coat, swinging it around herself as she walked to the door. "It's 
time to get to work."

	"People! People, it's time to get to work!"
	Much of the general murmuring died down, the combat-attired Global 
Justice agents turning their attention towards the front of the briefing 
room, where Will Du was giving them his best stern expression.
	"Please pay attention for Special Agent Kelley's briefing," he added, 
looking as if he'd like to just continue and give the briefing himself. 
But instead he stepped aside, allowing Punk to walk out to stand at the 
front of the stage area.
	"Okay, people, first off, anyone who refers to me as 'Agent Kelley', or 
even worse, 'Pamela' is going to get the same smacking-around I'm gonna 
give little Willy there after this briefing."
	Snickering passed through the ranks, and Will looked distinctly 
uncomfortable, tugging at the collar of his jumpsuit.
	"My name's 'Punk'. No agent, no 'sir', no 'ma'am', I'm just some 
miscreant hijacked into all of this because I happen to be a freak. But 
you don't need to know details. All you need to know is that I and my 
team are in charge of this operation. You are operating strictly as 
backup and to help cut down on the targets' avenues of escape. As such, 
you need to know what you'll be going up against."
	Punk stepped a bit to the side, raising a remote and hitting a button, 
the lights dimming and the screen lighting up. At the press of another 
button, a file image and vital statistics appeared on the screen.
	"This is Kim Possible."

	Chione slammed feet-first into the gang member's chest, going to ground 
and giving a shove of her feet as he hit the pavement, making sure the 
cracked ribs would keep him down. She crouched low over him, counting 
the shots that struck the wall over her back. Three, and the other 
gangbanger had fired three at her coming in. She grabbed her collapsed 
staff from its holster and swung around and up, letting it slam against 
the side of his head as it extended, knocking him sprawling.
	She came up to her feet, twirling the staff as the last one came in, 
stabbing at her with a boot knife. The twirl turned his arm aside and 
made him turn a bit to the side as well, giving her an opening to slam 
her forearm across the back of his neck.
	After glancing around to insure that none of the attempted muggers 
would be getting away any time soon, and that their intended victim had 
gotten away, Chione collapsed her staff and tucked it away, taking out 
her grapple launcher and aiming it upwards. She had the rest of her 
patrol to do tonight, and an appointment to keep.

	"Most of you are probably familiar with her file and reputation. Highly 
intelligent, highly physically capable. We believe that she's probably 
going by the name 'Chione' at this point."
	Punk hit the advance button, showing an artist's rendering of a face 
that looked vaguely like the cheerfully smiling cheerleader in the file 
photo, albeit with hard, villainous features and a mask covering her eyes.
	"She seems to have gotten further training in her time underground. She 
was dangerous when she first went rogue, all indications are that now 
she's absolutely deadly. Do not fuck around with her, and do not be 
intimidated. You've dealt with worse, I'm sure, and crap like this is 
what you were trained for. Same with the one individual we know Kim's 
working with."
	Punk hit advance, the next file picture and group of vital statistics 
appearing.
	"This is Shego, aka Sheila Go."

	Shego swept a robber's feet out from under him, then grabbed his ankle 
and threw him into a wall. The sound of his yell traveling across the 
store and ending in a thud did a lot to confuse and frighten the other 
burglars, who had been fumbling around in the wan light streaming in 
through the broken front window and had no clue what was going on. 
Unfortunately for them, the black-clad woman could see as clearly as if 
it were noon.
	She jumped up and over a set of shelves, landing between two of them 
and grabbing one's wrist, yanking it up and hyperextending his arm 
before slamming her fist across his face. She swung his unconscious body 
around, smashing him into his buddy and toppling both to the floor.
	A robber who had just smashed open the electronics cabinet stared at 
her, then screamed and threw an iPea box at her in fright. Shego caught 
it, then stared at the front of the box.
	"The hell, they play video now?"
	She paused to smash a kick into the frightened robber's face, then 
meandered towards the front of the store, reading the back of the box.
	"More capacity than my old one, half the thickness, and it's full 
color. Damn, they do move fast, I bought that thing just over a year ago."
	The last of the burglars, and the only one who was armed, was standing 
beside the broken window, aiming the gun at Shego with trembling hands. 
Without looking up from the box, Shego put a hand to his face and shoved 
backwards. His head thumped against the wall, and he slid to the ground, 
out cold.
	"Technology, I tell ya," Shego muttered, tucking the box into a pouch 
at her belt before jumping out the window and heading off on her patrol 
route.

	"Enhanced senses, claws, enhanced strength, and the ability to fire 
blasts of energy from her hands. That's besides extensive training in 
martial arts and numerous underworld connections. She's also most likely 
Possible's lover, and not going to take her getting captured lightly. 
Our primary and absolute goal here is to take every last member of 
Possible's team alive, but Shego's shown herself capable of feral rage, 
in which she will not hesitate to kill. If you feel your life is in 
danger, shoot to kill. And if you do that, be certain, because any 
bullet that doesn't kill her or put her down is probably just going to 
piss her off."
	Punk swept her gaze across the GJ soldiers, making sure they'd taken 
the words to heart. Then she continued, hitting the button again to 
bring up the next image. "The next people are not confirmed to be in her 
company, but we have reason to believe them to be. This is Ron Stoppable."

	Ron winced as the baseball bat grazed his shoulder, quickly snapping 
his hand up to strike his palm against the mafia goon's chin. He was 
thankful that he was at least fighting figurative gorillas and not 
literal ones.
	He sensed someone coming at him from behind, so grabbed his current 
opponent's wrists and dropped down, holding himself up with the other 
man's arms and swinging a foot up, kicking him in the side of the head. 
The goon's buddy, who'd been rushing in with a table leg, tried to check 
his swing and had his friend fall forward, head striking him in the 
chest. Ron slid from under the toppling mobster and flipped to his feet, 
doing a short twirl and bringing the back of his heel down on the second 
man's nose, getting a loud thud and a softer crunch in response. Ron 
winced a little, then raised a hand to his ear.
	"Hey, I think we need to drop Scarapini a reminder. Two of his guys 
tried to ambush me when I was coming out the back door of Johnson's 
Hardware."
	"Is Mr. Johnson okay?"
	"Yeah, he's fine, I don't think he even knows anything happened. I got 
the payment, too."
	"Good. Continue patrol for now. We'll figure out what to do about 
Scarapini in the morning."
	"Got it."

	"He's highly capable in a martial art called Monkey Kung-Fu. He's also 
preternaturally good at dodging, and the last assessment done of his 
skills says he's probably capable of dodging a bullet from a pistol. You 
may have heard of the 'Ron Factor'. Don't count it out, Stoppable is 
Possible's strongest support, and seems to stumble into helping her out 
by pure luck if nothing else. Don't make the mistake of thinking he's 
just a sidekick, one-on-one or even five-on-one he's probably capable of 
taking any of you. Do not give him that chance. Tasers, dogpiling, 
whatever it takes to bring him down. Even if we don't get the rest of 
the team, capturing Stoppable would be like cutting off one of 
Possible's feet."
	Punk advanced the slide. "Based on what we've been able to cobble 
together, Possible may or may not have a fourth team member. This is 
Yori Kokuei."

	"Man, this is gonna be sweet," one of the teenagers snickered.
	"Yeah, man, ain't a single tag on the block. Gotta make this extra big 
ta make up for it, ya know?" his friend said with a smirk, shaking the 
spraypaint can.
	The impact of the shuriken took the can partly out of his hand, and the 
can's instant spraying out of all its contents rocketed it the rest of 
the way out, the can twisting and spiraling around, the teenagers 
shrieking as they were both covered in a light coating of green paint.
	"It is a school night."
	Both of them whipped around, staring with wide eyes (as well as they 
could through all the paint on their faces) at what looked like an 
honest-to-god ninja standing on top of a car.
	"I believe that you should both be in bed."
	Apparently deciding she was right, both boys immediately turned and ran 
off down the street as fast as they could.
	Sighing, Yori jumped down from the car, then kicked the sputtering can 
into the gutter. Vandalism patrol wasn't exactly the most fulfilling 
duty, but everyone took their turn at it. Tonight was just hers. But 
thinking of the night's schedule, Yori raised a hand to her ear.
	"It is one-fifteen. We believed the shipment to be arriving at two."
	"Right." Chione's voice was firm and clear in her earpiece. "You heard 
her, everyone. Converge at meeting point bravo."
	Yori threw down a sphere full of Ninja Vanish, and launched her grapple 
as the cloud enveloped her. By the time it began to settle, the paint on 
the sidewalk was already starting to fade and dribble into the gutter, 
and Yori was gone.

	"She's a ninja. Yeah, a real one. And despite her youth, with my own 
eyes I saw her surprise an older, more experienced ninja and drop him in 
one hit. Like Stoppable, don't take her lightly just because you think 
she's a 'second stringer'. Possible's team also may or may be running 
around with, believe it or not, a tiger or leopard or some other big 
cat. Yeah, yeah, that one's probably just rumor. Either way, expect some 
surprises."
	Punk advanced the screen. "This is the area of town where you'll be 
deployed. You'll wait at the positions with the blue triangles until 0145."

	Chione crouched on the rooftop as the others converged around her, 
checking her watch. 1:40 am. She turned her attention back to the 
condemned three-story building amidst run-down junk stores and other 
assorted places that couldn't afford a lot in the way of rent.
	"Okay, they'll be delivering the materials to set up the meth lab at 
two, as best we can figure. I want us all in there and in place in five 
minutes."

	"Intelligence indicates that Possible's team has been targeting drug 
dealers and makers over the last two weeks. Some they seem to have run 
out, others they seem to have just bullied a bit, but we know they don't 
seem to be allowing the 'hard' stuff. So we've fed some info into the 
underground indicating a new meth lab's going to be set up here, in this 
condemned building."

	Chione slipped down the stairs, silently gesturing for Yori and Ron to 
spread out on the opposite side of the room, and for Shego to stay atop 
the stairs where she could view the entire area. She herself prowled 
around the room quickly for a few minutes, taking in the empty, dusty 
shelves and obsolete freezers, before moving past where the dividing 
wall between the forward and back area had once been. She intended to 
confront the new arrivals directly, get the drop on them, let the others 
back her up from behind.

	"The first floor used to be a small grocery store, so the back area has 
truck loading doors. Makes it perfect for a meth lab, really. Except 
that instead of equipment and a couple of meth-heads in lab coats, that 
truck's going to contain myself, Mesh, and Ice Princess, with Ferret 
Girl supporting us from a nearby tech van. By that time, you'll have had 
time to form this perimeter around the surrounding area, helping us 
close in on them."

	Chione stood in front of the rolling metal door, listening to the 
muffled beeping of a truck's warning indicator as it backed up, and 
thudded against the peeled rubber stops outside. She listened to the 
truck's back door roll up and narrowed her eyes, putting on her scariest 
face.

	"Keep in mind, while we're aiming to take them alive, our point is also 
to take them down as hard as we possibly can. We need to assure them 
that they're not the badasses..."

	The inner door slid open as well, and the lenses of Chione's mask 
widened into round, surprised circles. She took a reflexive step back at 
the sight of Punk standing there, one hand raised from having thrown up 
the rolling door, a smirk on her face.
	"Hey, Red. Long time, no see."

	"... We are."

-End Part Eighteen