The Dark Ocean

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.


"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