The Protagonist System

340 Enemy Mine

I didn't mind being the catalyst to reigniting a hot MILF's sex life with her husband. Seeing the happy smile on Ann's face the next day, and the kind of goofy one on Mr. Possible's, was proof enough that it had worked well. She was a damn good kisser, too. That had been quite the shock and I had to visit Tara again to make Little Ron calm down afterwards. She didn't mind in the least.

Now that I was kind of on my own again, with no other real requirements stopping me, I looked into the first folder that Dr. Betty Director had given to me. I chuckled at it revealing the name, Adrena Lynn, a pun on Adrenaline. She had been a stunt actress on her popular show, like a real life Evel Knievel, only all her stunts had been faked. When Kim and I exposed her as a fraud, she turned to villany.

Adrena had short blonde hair, a nice sporty body with hand-sized breasts, and an inferiority complex a mile wide. She was a minor villain at best, an annoyance at worst, and was the perfect first subject for me to try to turn to the side of good. Why? Because she could be very useful as an actual agent, as long as I could get her over her inherent cowardice when facing danger. How would I do that? By training her, of course.

*

“How the hell did you find me?” Adrena Lynn asked as she pointed a piece of steel pipe at the intruder to her hideaway, who just so happened to be the male counterpart of the team that had publicly exposed her as a fraud two years ago.

Ron held his hands up in surrender. “I'm not here to fight, I'm here to talk.”

“I doubt it! You just busted my door down!” Adrena shouted and lunged, only to meet nothing but air, the pipe was gone from her hand, and her hands and feet were suddenly secured with zipties. She fell onto the floor with a thud and groaned, then a hand gently took her arm and rolled her up onto her side. “How did you do that?”

Ron smiled and it wasn't condescending or mocking. “That's what I'm here to talk about.” He said and knelt beside her on one knee. “I have an offer that you can refuse; but, we both know that you won't.”

“Why is that?” Adrena asked.

“Because like me, you want to get away from your current reputation and be seen as competent by more than a handful of people.” Ron said and flipped open a butterfly knife and reached behind her to cut the ziptie holding her wrists.

Adrena rolled onto her back and rubbed her wrists briefly. She stared up at his face and his smile didn't change, even if she could easily attack him now. If he didn't have that knife. She thought and went over what he just said to her and her eyes widened. “You're turning evil?”

Ron barked a laugh and cut the ziptie on her ankles. “You're not the first person to assume that.”

Adrena thought about getting up and decided not to as Ron flipped the knife closed and it disappeared. Staying on the floor and vulnerable was the best way to make sure he didn't try to subdue her again. “What's your game, Stoppable? I doubt you're doing this out of the goodness of your heart.”

Ron smirked at her and held a hand out for her to take. “What if I told you I was ordered to make friends with you to either save your life or kill you?”

Adrena looked at the hand, at his smirking face, and huffed. “Okay, that I believe.” She said and clapped her hand into his.

Ron stood up and easily pulled her up to her feet, surprising her.

“You've been working out?” Adrena asked and her hand moved on its own to caress his muscular arm.

“No, I'm just not covering myself up and hiding inside baggy clothes anymore.” Ron admitted and she raised her eyebrows at him. “Do you really think an out of shape and bumbling weakling, like everyone thought I was, could keep up with Kim Possible on all the missions she does?”

Adrena's mouth dropped open and she stared at him, because she never thought of that.

“I've always been right there with her, even when she's swinging around on grappling hooks or wearing flying squirrel suits and jetpacks.” Ron said and reminded her of how Kim defeated her by doing just that with a jetpack.

Adrena frowned at him and tried to let his hand go and step back, only he didn't let her go and kept her in place.

“No, don't back away. You can't do that anymore.” Ron said and she scowled at him. “I know it's going to be difficult for you and I'm not going to take it easy on you...”

“What are you talking about?” Adrena asked and tried to pull on her hand again and it didn't move. “Let me go!”

“You are going into my advanced training course that's going to make your television stunt persona look like an utter fool.” Ron said and pulled her in close to look deep into her eyes. “I'm pretty sure you hate me, and that's okay.” He said and grinned at her. “Trust me, you are going to absolutely loathe me by the time your training is through.”

Adrena looked deep into his eyes and fully believed him. “Why would I agree to do this?”

“Because you hate your old self as much as I hate my own.” Ron told her and her eyes widened. “I've been an idiot and missed so many good things, all the clues, all the hints, and all the chances I had to have a better life for myself before now and I'm not letting any more chances pass me by.”

Adrena felt him ease his hold on her hand and he turned it just enough to change the hold into a handshake, without actually shaking it, and held it there.

“Believe me, you are way too smart to pass something like this up.” Ron said and smiled. “So, what do you say? Do you want to become one of the best super spies on the planet?”

Adrena looked at her gently held hand and looked back at his face. “What do you get out of it?”

Ron's smile changed to a smug grin. “I get to see Kim Possible's face when I bring you in as her replacement while she's grounded.”

Adrena caught her breath and waited for him to laugh, and he didn't. “Damn it, Stoppable.” She said an shook his hand as she agreed. “I'm in, just so I can see that, too.”

Ron chuckled and motioned to the door he had busted down. “Your transport awaits.”

Adrena didn't let go of his hand, turned her hand over like he did before, and now they were hand-in-hand and holding hands properly, as if they were a couple. She tugged on his arm to get him moving and she walked out of her hideaway with him trailing behind her.

“I have a girlfriend.” Ron said, suddenly.

“I don't care.” Adrena Lynn said and climbed into the nice panel van. “I want to see Kim Possible's reaction when I walk into the Global Justice HQ holding your hand and not in handcuffs.”

The driver chuckled as Ron closed the sliding door. “She's got you there, Stoppable.”

Ron sighed and sat beside her on the comfy seat. “Tell Control the mission was a success. The first target is acquired and we are RTB.”

“Roger that.” The guard said.

The van was driven back to the airport with a surprisingly chipper Adrena Lynn inside. She looked forward to getting her revenge on the smug little bitch that had ruined her career and cost her millions of dollars for no reason, except that Kim thought it was the right thing to do to let people know their favorite television show was a fake, as if any of the shows were actually real!

*

Kim almost had a heart attack when she showed up in the parking garage to greet Ron and to try again to apologize, only to see that smug witch Adrena Lynn hanging on his arm and whispering something dirty in his ear. How did she know it was dirty? Ron had a bright red face and he was trying to hide that he had an erection.

It was scandalous and Kim wasn't going to allow whatever was happening to happen, not on her watch, and she stepped forward to shout... then felt a hand grip her shoulder and she turned to see one of the guards shake his head at her. He whispered that Ron was operating under Director's orders and Kim was not allowed to interfere until she was reinstated to active status.

Kim barely stopped herself from shoving the hand off and going over anyway, then she heard the garage door close and she sighed with a nod instead. The guard let her go and returned to his post by the door and left her standing there with nothing to do. Kim left the garage and went back to their suite to talk to her mother again, then remembered what her parents had been sneaking off to do.

I can talk to her later. Kim thought and went to the designated gym instead. She needed to keep her agility and flexibility up to her own standards and she could also work out some of her frustration on a heavy bag as well.

*

“Did you see the look on her face?” Adrena Lynn asked and laughed a very sexy laugh. “I thought her head was going to explode! Ha haha!”

I had to laugh along as well, because Kim really did look like she was going to lose it.

“That was the best thing I've ever seen!” Adrena said and calmed down as her laughter died off. She pulled me to a stop and turned to face me. “I still hate your guts for what you did to me; but, I can't deny you came up with a great way for me to get my revenge on her.” She leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, Stoppable.”

I nodded and she stepped back. “Enjoy your debriefing.”

“Oh, I will.” Adrena Lynn said and a guard stepped forward for her. She took his arm like she had taken mine and they started walking towards operations.

“Good work, Stoppable.” Dr. Betty Director said.

I turned around and saluted her, which she returned. “It was barely a blip on the difficulty scale.”

Betty smiled at me. “That's why it was the first file in the stack.” She said and reached out to rub the top of my head. “Rest for an hour, eat, do your girl, and get back to work.”

“Ha.” I barked and saluted her again. “As you command, Dr. Betty Director.”

Betty smiled and walked down the hallway. I watched her ass, because that was what she wanted me to do, and I walked down another hallway to go back to my assigned suite. I was sure I could do the first three things in any order, so I went to do Tara first. She appreciated it, like always, and she joined me for the food and relaxing parts of my orders.

I went back to work after that and read over the next file in the stack. I sighed when it was about Gil, my old childhood bully from Camp Wannaweep. He mutated from the contaminated water there and creatively renamed himself Gill and became a villain, because he became a fish person. Now I had a difficult choice to make and I discussed it with Tara.

“Do I try to reason with him again, which I suspect will fall into an argument like the last two times we met, or do I deal with him permanently like I should have the first time?” I asked and thought about it, then chuckled as I imagined an experienced fisherman filleting him and grilling him over an open flame. “It's not really a choice, is it?”

Tara shook her head. “He was a jerk when he was human and he tried to kill you when he became a fish person.”

I leaned in to kiss her. “I'll be back soon. It's another quick trip this time.”

Tara nodded and gave me a quick hug. “Be safe.”

“Always.” I said and closed the file, secured it back onto the stack, and put it away. I took a quick shower and dressed in my ninja combat outfit, waved goodbye to her, and left the suite. I had a fish to hunt down before supper and I should be back in time to meet everyone in the cafeteria.

*

Gil was quietly floating in his chosen spot and enjoyed the peace and quiet, even if it was lonely. He felt a little warm and didn't mind it, because being warm was good for a fish person. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face and his flippers lightly swayed in the contaminated water.

It became slowly hotter and hotter, and Gil never noticed. The water started to bubble and Gil stayed asleep as he was slowly boiled to death. It was quite peaceful and much better than any kind of argument or fight that could have happened. Why cause a bunch of excessive damage to the environment when it was so easy to take out your opponent?

No one ever found out what happened to the old monster that lived in the water near the abandoned camp or why the lake dried up. They did notice that every living thing in the surrounding area had disappeared, as did the grass and the hundreds of trees that used the lake as a water source. Barren was a good word for the area and it was fenced off and never visited again by anyone.

*

“This isn't Gill, is it?” Dr. Betty Director asked as she poked one of the breaded fish sticks on the plate of fish and chips I had served her.

“Naw, he was too toxic and mutated to make a good entree. I sure did think about it, though.” I admitted and ate one of my own fish sticks I hadn't been back in time for the cafeteria, so we were in my suite eating supper instead. “These babies are homemade deliciousness.”

Betty stuck her fork in one and took a bite, then hummed happily. “I admit you've got skills.”

I chuckled and ate another one. “A touch of vinegar and a dab of tartar sauce, and bam! Tasty trout.”

Betty smiled and started in on the french fries. “You've handled those two cases well. What are you going to do with the next one?”

I had already peeked at it and shrugged. “There's not much I can do about Duff Killigan without doing a little prep work first.”

Betty chewed on a fry and gave me a searching look.

“I asked Sarah in Ops to look into run down or decommissioned golf courses.” I said and she raised her eyebrows. “None of them have been in operation since before his worldwide ban from all of the golf courses, so...”

“That's brilliant.” Betty complimented me and looked impressed. “Are you going to open it commercially or make it a private members only club with a limited roster of clients?”

“That all depends on if most of your agents and the occasional guests you have like golfing.” I answered and started on my fries, too.

“My agents? Like golf?” Betty asked and laughed.

I laughed, too. “Exclusive club it is.”

Betty nodded and we continued to eat. “Once it's up and running, we can use it as a front to invite a few others from the stack of files. It might be enough to take them out of their normal routines and draw them out of their hiding places.”

“That's a good point.” I said. “I'll make sure the clubhouse is well suited for richer clientele, just so it doesn't stand out too much or blatantly look like a trap.”

“The more comfortable, the better. If they're relaxed, an offer of friendship will be much more welcome.” Betty added and I nodded.

Tara had been silent the whole time and she finished eating first. She gave Betty a questioning look, and the director shrugged. Tara smiled and slid off of her chair and under the table. The zip of my pants was quite loud in the nearly silent suite.

“Your presence was supposed to discourage her, Dr. Betty Director.” I said and tried to not moan as Tara went to town on me.

“The best time to question an agent is when they are under pressure.” Betty said and sat back on her chair as she picked up her wine glass and took a sip of white wine. She waited until the sounds Tara was making were fairly loud and squelchy. “So, Stoppable, will Tara be joining your secret behind the scenes accelerated spy training course that you didn't inform me of?”

There was a loud choking sound, several gags, a thump, and then Tara's sloppy face with half-ruined makeup on it, lifted up above the edge of the table where her chair was. “Wh-wh-(cough)-what?”

Betty looked quite pleased with herself at her timing, catching me flatfooted, while also dropping the information for Tara to hear at the same time and ruining the surprise.

“I wanted to wait and gather a couple more recruits before I made the offer to her as a surprise.” I said and Tara looked shocked. “I can't quite teach a whole course if there's only one student, can I? That's a master and apprentice setup and I won't do that.”

Betty nodded. “I have many agents that could use a refresher...”

“No.” I cut her off and she frowned at the interruption and the denial. “This isn't something that anyone can learn, Dr. Betty Director. If it was that easy to teach, I'd already have my own squad.”

“Ron?” Tara asked and coughed again. “Are... are you serious? You think I can...” She paused and wiped at her mouth. “You can teach me some of the things you can do?”

I reached over and combed my fingers through her blonde hair. “Yes, and I'll teach you everything I can for you to protect your friends and family.”

Tara beamed a smile at me and ducked back under the table.

“Take a drink first and rest.” Betty and I said at the same time.

Tara's hand appeared and felt around, grabbed her wine glass, and pulled it under the table.

Betty gave me a stern look for several seconds, then she huffed. “I can't force you to teach my people, can I?”

“No.” I said and then smiled. “However, you can hire me to put them through a gruelling three weeks of basic training this summer to bring them up to the same standard of fitness you have.”

Betty looked surprised for a second and then barked a laugh. “All right, you can have the secondary gym and the attached classroom as your designated area, as long as I'm allowed to sit in occasionally to make sure you're not just screwing them.”

I sat back on my chair to think about that as Tara went back to work on me. “That's not a bad deal.” I said and she nodded. “But.” I said and she stopped nodding. “How about I put you through the introductory course for a week and you give me one of the elite agent hoverplane transports?”

Betty gave me that stern look again. “You do realize they cost about 55 million dollars each, and that's without the maintenance crew and spare parts?”

I waved a hand in dismissal. “Tara and I are going to be rich as soon as Elsa confirms the delivery contracts for Club Banana and Smart Mart. I'd buy one from you if it was legal, which it isn't. Hence, asking for it as a gift.”

Betty lost the stern look and crossed her arms under her considerable chest that her uniform hid well. “I'll divert the asset to the hangar bay in Area Three if you agree to pay for the crews to maintain both the ship and the bay.”

I thought about that. “As long as you don't pad the total by claiming the scientists that designed and built it count as part of the maintenance.”

Betty chuckled. “Damn, you really are brilliant to catch that loophole.” She said and uncrossed her arms and held a hand out to me. “Agreed.”

“It's nice to have you onboard, Dr. Betty Director.” I said and took her hand. “Welcome to hell.”

Betty laughed at the greeting and Tara made a choking sound and gagged.