The Protagonist System

337 Travelling A Broad

We arrived at the safe house and it was in a normal neighborhood across town. The house didn't stand out, so it was perfect for hiding in. The downside were the two quite obvious guards standing at the door that defeated the whole purpose of being anonymous.

I resolved to ask Dr. Betty Director about that when I had the chance, because mentioning it to my driver or my guard wouldn't change anything, since they followed policy and didn't make it.

As soon as I stepped out of the vehicle, I felt a small tingle from my danger sense. After checking to see it was no longer greyed out, I silently cheered at having that and my detection ability back. I bent down to tie my shoe, even though I didn't need it, and pulled a throwing star out of my inventory. I let my instincts guide me and I threw it at the man on the left and hit his hand.

He yelped and dropped the handgun he was trying to draw and his partner pulled his own weapon and aimed it at him and not me. Yay for competent agents!

My own guard drew his gun as well and approached the man, stayed out of arm's reach, and motioned to the gun on the ground. The man sighed and kicked it away and out of his own reach. He also still had my shuriken sticking out of the back of his hand.

My driver picked up a walkie-talkie and hit the button twice. “Control, this is S-106. Safe House 26 is a no-go. Request a summary of the recent actions performed by S-235, as he appears to be compromised. Over.”

“Roger that, S-106. Passing the request up the chain of command.” A man's voice responded. “Hold, please. Over.”

There were two more clicks and a moment of silence before a woman's voice spoke. “Agent S-235 has recently accessed the current list of safe houses in Middleton. Over.”

The driver sighed. “Request instructions on how to proceed, over. This is above my pay grade.”

The woman chuckled. “I read you loud and clear, S-106. One moment, over.”

We all waited to see what the orders would be.

“Command orders are as follows: Detain compromised agent and RTB. I repeat, Return To Base. Over.” The woman said. “Stay safe and we'll see you in a few hours.”

“Affirmative, Control. Detain S-235 and RTB. Over and out.” The driver said and nodded at his partner. “You heard the lady. Wrap him up and we're heading to the airport.”

The car's guard motioned for the man to turn around and he did so. When he put his hands behind his back, he hissed at the throwing star shifting when he banged it with his other hand.

“That was a nice throw, Stoppable.” The guard said and put a zip tie around the man's wrists.

“Thanks, I learned how to throw to disable from an expert ninja.” I said and pulled a bandage out from my pocket, then yanked out the shuriken and slapped it on the man's hand. “The cut's clean and won't leave a scar if it's sewn up soon.”

The guard and the man smiled at me. Just because he was going to threaten and kidnap me, that didn't mean I had to be a dick about his treatment if he surrendered peacefully. He could have fought or fled, and he didn't.

“How much did they pay you to burn your identity?” I asked him as we went back to the car.

His ex-partner followed us and both he and the man were put into the back with Tara and myself. There was plenty of room and he was still bound, so I wasn't worried about being attacked again.

“It was enough to have my face changed and retire.” He answered. “I doubt I'll get to keep the reward without handing you over to them.”

“Probably not.” I said and the car pulled away from the curb. “You still burned yourself, though.”

The man shrugged and didn't say anything else. Tara took my hand and gave me a worried look.

“It's okay. They work anywhere, so you can keep your promise to your mom.” I said, reassuring her about having to fly somewhere and not staying in the area.

Tara nodded and leaned against me as she looked out the window.

The drive to the airport didn't take long and we didn't stop at the normal passenger dropoff. We drove past that and around the corner, through a small tunnel, and stopped at a manned gate. They wore the same uniform as my driver and he flashed his ID. They opened the gate and we drove onto the tarmac and right up into a large cargo plane.

“This is soooo cooool.” Tara whispered when we parked.

No one moved to get out, which was a little odd, then another town car pulled in beside us. It had the Possible family inside and I waved at Ann, whom smiled sadly and waved back. A minute later, two moving trucks pulled in behind us and the flight crew ran over to us and hooked chains and things to the wheels and winched them down to secure the vehicles for take-off.

“Definitely cool.” I whispered and Tara nodded.

The crew captain tapped on the driver's side window that the driver rolled down. “We don't have enough flight couches for everyone, so you need to stay buckled up until after we take off. You can disembark the vehicles then. ”

“Thanks for letting us know.” The driver said and the crew captain went to the other car and said the same thing.

About twenty minutes later, the very large plane taxied to the runway and we heard the engines roar before we were pushed back into our seats. We were up in the air a minute later and steeply climbed for what seemed like a long time, then the plane levelled out and the screaming engines throttled back and returned to a normal hum sound.

“We have about two hours before we land. If you want to get out and stretch your legs, you can.” The driver told us.

I glanced at Tara and she looked eager, so I nodded and she unbuckled and opened the back door. I followed her out and she did a cute stretch, almost like a cat, and took my hand again.

“They won't get mad if we walk around, will they?” Tara asked me.

“No, they would have made us to stay in the cars.” I said and glanced over to see Ann was visibly holding her twin sons by their ears and didn't let them get out of the car when their father stepped out. “Like that.”

Tara looked over and laughed at the quite effective tactic.

“Come on, let's go see where that ladder goes.” I suggested and Tara happily walked along with me to explore somewhere that neither of us ever expected to see, especially inside a giant cargo plane.

*

Kim watched out through the car window as Ron and his girlfriend explored and all she could think was that her Ron would have never wanted to do that. He would have complained about having to do extra walking past his normal requirements and might have asked her for a piggyback ride to avoid it, because he was heavy and she would have refused.

“Now might be the perfect time to go and apologize.” Ann Possible said as she successfully wrangled her sons as they also watched Ron and Tara going up the ladder to the catwalk above the cargo area.

Kim wilted at the suggestion and shook her head. “It's way too soon. It just happened and there's no way he'll accept...” She stopped herself before she added 'with Tara there'.

Ann sighed and it was just enough of a distraction that Jim wiggled out from the clasp she had on his ear and he was out of the car before she could blink. She looked at her other son, whom had huge puppy dog eyes trained on her, and she sighed again as she let his ear go. He was gone just as fast as his brother and their laughs echoed off the walls.

“I'll keep an eye on the little scamps.” Mr. Possible said with a chuckle and closed the car door. He followed the twins to the same scaffolding ladder that Ron and Tara had used.

Ann waited for a few seconds before she moved to sit beside her daughter. “I think you're deeper in denial about things than you think you are.”

Kim shook her head and tried to put into words what she was feeling. “I'm just sad that my Ron is disappearing and soon there'll only be Tara's Ron left.”

Ann gave her a searching look for a moment, then sighed. “So, you're feeling exactly the same way Ron has with every single boy you've dated.”

“Wh-what?” Kim asked, surprised.

“That boy adores you and always has. You've been best friends ever since you were toddlers, as everyone knows. Every time you fall for the next pretty face that comes along, which is pretty much every month or so and lasts for a week or two, it's a whirlwind romance on your end and Ron has to deal with you thinking he's jealous because he wants to spend time with you and you're spending it all with the new boy in your life and have nothing left for him.”

Kim's mouth dropped open and she stared at her mother.

“I've seen the pattern more times than I can count and I have to admit that it's refreshing that it's yu that's on the other end of it.” Ann said and smiled. “How does it feel to know he wants to spend time with someone that isn't you, and it's not because they are going on an adventure or rescuing someone? It's because he likes her and believes she deserves his attention, just like you did when you had a boyfriend and felt the same way.”

Kim needed a few minutes to think about that. Had she really done that to Ron? Made him feel like she was feeling now?

“Every time.” Ann said, as if she could read her thoughts. “Ron always complained you were ignoring him and you always blew his worries off because you were too focused on the new guy. Every single time.”

“Every... time?” Kim asked and slunk down on her seat as she thought about the guys she dated, mostly from the football team or the popular crowd. She might have ignored Ron a time or two; but, every time? No, that wasn't... there was no way she... oh, dear god. She did. She did it every single time. “I've been...” She paused before she called herself a bitch. There was no way she was like Bonnie in any way. “...a bad friend.”

Ann put an arm over her shoulders and hugged her to her side. “The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.” She joked and Kim groaned. “All you have to do is tell that to Ron and I'm sure he'll forgive you.”

“But...” Kim started to say.

“Has he ever not forgiven you for anything?” Ann asked her, quite pointedly.

Kim took a breath and let it out. “No.”

“Then you know what you have to do.” Ann told her.

Kim nodded. “Thanks, mom.”

“Anytime, sweetie.” Ann said and let her go.

Kim opened the car door and nodded at the guards standing in a group and went to the same ladder the others used. She had a best friend to find and a few different apologies to make.

*

I moaned with pleasure as Tara deepthroated me while we hid in an alcove at the front of the cargo area. It was in front of a maintenance locker and I didn't mind the handle digging into my back as Tara had me nestled in her throat and licked my balls at the same time.

I felt someone approaching and whispered. “Someone's coming.”

Tara slid herself up off of me and stroked me. “Yes, you are.”

“Tara...”

“I didn't know I could do this.” Tara whispered and gazed up at me lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I said and she slid her mouth back over me and plunged herself all the way down to my base and hummed, then she moved forward and back at a fast pace.

I tried to not blow my load too quickly at her discovering she had such a nice hidden talent, then Kim Possible poked her head around the corner. She covered her mouth with a hand when she saw us and her soft gasp of surprise was covered by the noises Tara was making as she moved. I couldn't hold it back anymore with Tara doing her best to get me off and Kim herself watching.

“Ohhhhh!” I moaned and started to blow.

Tara moved back with her mouth open and kept stroking me as I shot spurt after spurt onto her tongue. She looked really sexy as she took full control of me and didn't stop licking under the tip until I was fully spent, then she suckled on the end to get the last bit out and then kissed it.

“Do all guys taste this good?” Tara asked and licked her lips.

“No, it's hit or miss if you'll have a more salty taste or not.” I told her.

“Yours isn't salty at all.” Tara said and gave me another little lick and it twitched for her. “Will it always be that sensitive afterwards?”

“Yes.” I said and tried to tuck my still hard erection into my boxers.

Tara giggled and leaned forward and gave me another lick.

I hissed at the intimate touch. “It'll never go down if you keep doing that!”

Tara giggled again as she gave me a confident look, then she relented and helped put me away. “We need to get back anyway.”

I pulled her into a hug when she stood up and I gave her a brief kiss. “Thank you for that.”

“You kissed me after me doing that?” Tara gasped, shocked.

I smirked and gave her a confident look back. “You're definitely going to kiss me after I do the same thing to you. I guarantee it.”

Tara blushed and looked a little shy, then she leaned in and gave me another kiss. “When we're alone again?”

I nodded. “It's a date.”

Tara stepped back and took my hand, smiled warmly, and we started walking down the catwalk. Kim slipped back along the scaffolding almost silently and she wasn't seen when we rounded the corner to walk along the main catwalk to the ladder on the side of the cargo area.

I intentionally didn't glance over to where she was hiding on the ceiling braced between two bulkhead beams and out of sight, even though I knew she was there. I went down the ladder first and made sure I could catch Tara if she fell. She knew I was doing it and beamed a smile at me when we reached the floor.

I pulled a deck of cards out of my pocket and wagged it at her. “Let's go see if the guards want to play Crazy 8's or Go Fish.”

Tara laughed and we walked over to the group of guards. They laughed when I asked, too. We decided on Texas Hold'em and we played on the hood of the town car. What did we use for bets? I just so happened to have a giant bag of pretzel sticks and we could make outrageous bets and snack at the same time. It was great!