Working for a super-secret hi-tech company with covert government defense contracts may seem like a glamorous job but when you are only the night watchman it really isn’t much more exciting than being a mall cop. There is a state of the art alarm system and automated defenses that do 99.9% of my job for me. I spend my evenings watching the video monitors with one eye and surfing the net with the other. Its mind numbingly boring but for what they pay me I can put up with it. Last Saturday though, things got interesting for a little while.
Just before midnight one of the motion sensors in the loading area detected a truck backing up to the dock. I pulled up the monitor on the main screen and could see three people getting out. They proceeded to the side door and began to pick the lock. Once they entered the alarms would detect them and the automatic defenses would capture them. An automated alarm call would bring a Department of Defense SWAT team. Basically I had nothing to do but watch.
The door swung open, they entered and nothing. No alarms, no lasers, no neutralizing rays. They must have somehow disabled the intruder control network. This meant that I was going to have to actually get off my arse and take care of it. I zoomed in the camera to see if they were armed and was surprised.
There were two huge thugs that looked about as intelligent as fence posts but it was the third that made me pause. It was Shego. I don’t get paid nearly enough to tackle a super-villain like her. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful and that’s saying a lot. I began to reach for the phone to call for some assistance when a fourth person came through the door. It was Kim Possible.
‘Stop right there’ she demanded. Without hesitation Shego turned towards her and fired a bolt of green energy from her hands. It hit Kim full on and she went down. Shego turned to the thugs. ‘She is going to be out for about an hour but we will be long gone before she wakes up’ she said. She ordered one thug to grab a large crate containing a classified weapon in the shipping area while the other opened the overhead door. In less than a minute the truck was loaded.
‘What do we do with her?’ asked the one thug standing over Kim. ‘How about we tie her up and take her with us?’ said the other. I perked up instantly. Watching Kim Possible being tied up would make up for all the boring hours I had spent staring at these video monitors. I zoomed the camera in to get as good a recording of this as I could. To my extreme disappointment Shego told them not to bother, she had an evil appointment to keep. They got into the truck and drove off.
I had a tough decision to make. Do I follow protocols and call the authorities, get them to stop the truck and arrest the crooks and then get a medical team tend to Kim Possible. Or do I take advantage of the time left to me and get down there and tie her up myself. It was a no-brainer. I made sure the video was being recorded so that I would have a souvenir of this great moment and then I raced to the loading area.
She was breathing easily, almost as if she was asleep. There didn’t appear to be any injuries that required attention. It looked like I was clear to proceed. In the loading area there is a nifty machine that puts those tough white plastic straps around boxes to keep them shut. It feeds out the strap, pulls it tight, cuts the ends and then melts them together. It does a nice neat secure job.
I put her wrists behind her back and zipped a strap around them and then another to pull her elbows together. I sat her up and added two more above and below her boobs. Next were her ankles and then another pair above and below the knee. The strapping was a bit too harsh for a gag but a couple of strips from a handy roll of red packing tape did the job. She looked terrific.
I took a bunch of pictures with my phone and then realized I had one more thing to do. I rolled her face down and used the machine to hog tie her. Now it was complete. I looked at my watch and if Shego’s estimate was accurate Kim would be waking up in about twenty minutes. After spending eight hours a night five days a week staring at video monitors twenty minutes was going to fly by. I pulled up a chair and sat down to enjoy the view.
When she started to stir I ducked out of sight until she was fully awake. I dashed into the room like a rescuing hero, pulled the tape off of her mouth and then grabbed a pair of cutters and started to release her.
‘How long was I out?’ she asked. ‘Only a few minutes’ I replied ‘I was in the control room and saw Shego zap you on the video monitor. She told her helpers to tie you up and they were going to take you with them. I came down right away to try to save you. I must have scared them off when they heard me coming and they made their escape.’
‘Well I was lucky that you were here’ she said ‘if they had taken me who knows what sort of predicament I would be in right now.’
I helped her to her feet and once we had established that she was okay she was on her way to track them down. I went back up to the control room and watched the video. Over and over and over again.