“COULDN’T WE HAVE JUST TAKEN THE GO JET?” Ron screamed as Shego’s car tore down the asphalt, fueled by the power boost given by Mr. Possible’s J200-fueled nitro boosters. The roads had been closed to allow Team Possible clear passage to D.C., and Shego was taking full advantage of that. She floored the gas pedal and barreled down the I-395 freeway, heading up towards the nation’s capital.
“KIM’S FAMILY’S ALREADY BEEN DRAGGED INTO THIS – YOU THINK I’M GONNA LET MY FAMILY GET INVOLVED?” Shego asked Ron back. “YEAH – PUH-LEEZE, RON! REALLY!”
Ron crossed his arms – a feat when going 200+ mph. “Just asking…”
“Holy…” Kim’s eyes bugged out as the pothole-pocked road came into view up ahead. Tanks and Humvees were strewn everywhere. Flames and smoke rose into the sky. A few planes were even the vehicles amongst the wreckage. It was like The Blues Brothers - except with military vehicles.
“Crap – I think I know what kind of resistance we’re gonna meet first, Kimmie,” Shego groused.
“Huh? What kind?” asked Kim.
“THAT KIND!” Ron pointed.
What he was pointing at were the several dozen or so “comets” hurtling down out of the sky. They split into two pieces as they descended – and each impact they made came with a huge explosion.
“HANG ON, THIS IS GONNA GET BUMPY!” Shego yelled. “BUCKLE UP IF YA’ HAVEN’T!”
Mr. Possible buckled his seatbelt as Shego accelerated even further.
Shego deftly avoided not only the potholes, but also the multiple explosions that rained down from the sky. Every time Shego swerved, an explosion tore the road they’d just been on up, or they avoided a big rut. She smiled as she listened to Ron and Rufus’ terrified screams, and dodged more of the “comets.” “YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT, WADE – HOW ABOUT THEM APPLES, BITCH?” she yelled.
“Uh…Shego?” said Kim, pointing.
Shego glanced. “Oh, look – it’s the Explode-A-Cars!” The convoy of black cars was racing down the freeway at them. As they got nearer, machine gun fire erupted from the cars – aimed directly at them. Everyone but Shego and Ken ducked as bullets spit towards the car. “Looks like it’s time to try the other modification your dad and I made to this machine!” Shego pressed a button on the steering wheel, and it promptly expanded, clamping down over Shego’s hands. “Yes! Phase 1 works, Mr. P.!” she exclaimed.
Pressing another button seemed to do nothing inside the car. But outside, multiple special tubes slid out of compartments in the frame of the car and locked into place as the car kept speeding ahead furiously. The black cars were almost in range. “THREE…” Shego started charging up her green energy flames. “TWO…” The glow spread along the inside of the steering wheel. Kim nearly oohed, but it wasn’t the time. “ONE!” Shego roared as the black cars came up along them. She fired all the charged-up green energy – which exploded out of the special tubes on the side of the car, completely wasting all the black cars with one incredible ringed blast. “HELL YES! LIKE A CHARM! THANK YOUUU, DR. P!”
“WHOAH!” Kim gasped. “That was awesome!”
“Awesome? That was TOTALLY BADICAL!” Nice work, Dr. P!” Ron high-fived Mr. Possible.
“Thank you, Ronald. I just figured if this situation ever arose again, Shego needed something in her car to counter it. So, I just came up with a system that amplified her powers and dissipated them evenly!”
“Uh -yeah…” Ron scratched his head. He might have understood it if today wasn’t the day it was.
Shego quickly turned off I-395 onto Highway 1. A few more black cars tried to intercept them, but Shego was waiting and blasted the black cars with her new weapon, wasting the black cars again. However, when Shego turned off Highway 1 onto 14th Avenue SW, everyone sensed something worse than just what the cloud of smoke choking the city said. And when they finally crossed Independence Ave., the scene of destruction that greeted them made their jaws drop. “Oh my god…” Kim gasped.
“LOOK OUT IN FRONT!” Ron yelled, pointing at the huge block of what looked to be White House.
“Huh?OH, SHIT!” Shego opened all the doors and swerved to the car towards the pile of rubble in the Reflecting Pool. “EVERYBODY, GET READY TO ROLL OUT ON MY MARK! READY…”
Ron and Monique, in their Battle Suits – which they’d come into habit of always wearing underneath their regular clothing after what happened three months ago – activated the shields on their suits.
Ken grabbed Mr. Possible and activated a shield that engulfed both of them.
“Uh…thanks, Ken,” said Mr. Possible.
“SET…”
Kim looked at the Team Go uniform Shego had sewn for her. “Man…I’m gonna scuff this so badly…”
“NOW!”
Everyone leapt from the open car doors as the “comets” stopped falling suddenly – only, Shego’s car slamming against the pile of rubble vehicles and exploding in a massive fireball signaled it wasn’t over.
Kim landed and rolled quite a bit – and if she hadn’t looked up at the right time, she would have never have had the chance to roll away to the right as Mrs. Possible’s axe came crashing down right behind her, debris flying. “Oh, good – you made it! I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up, sweetie!”
“How could you deface those memorials like that?” Kim growled. “Nana’s friends were in those wars!”
“Easily – I just knocked them over! AH HAH! AH HAH HAH! AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!”
Mrs. Possible stopped laughing when it was clear Kim wasn’t. She caught Kim looking hesitant; scared.
“What’s the matter, Kimmie?” Mrs. Possible laughed snarlingly, dragging the axe back into the air and looking at Kim again, her demented smile growing more twisted as her eyes bugged in madness. “Afraid to fightYOUR OWN MOTHER?” Kim leapt back as she slammed the axe into the ground once again.
Kim silently thanked Shego for those 3 years of fighting her, since Mrs. Possible used almost the same moves and if Kim didn’t have the ability to dodge them, she’d be cleaved all the way to Timbuk-two… She promptly delivered a crushing punch to Mrs. Possible’s jaw. “Does that answer your question?”
“NOPE!” Mrs. Possible furiously swung the axe again, missing as Kim ducked and sending huge chunks of rubble flying off to her left as the axe crashed instead into the pile of wreckage nearby. Swinging the axe down in front of her again, she missed again as Kim leapt into the air once again.
Kim used the axe in the ground as a ramp to run up Mrs. Possible’s arm and front-flip over top of her – but unlike the Lil’ Diablo robot that that same trick had worked on a year and a half ago, Mrs. Possible was not caught off guard – instead, she caught Kim with a swift kick right in her back, which sent Kim tumbling and rolling hard over the jagged terrain of the rubble. She stood up, her lip a little bloodied. She wiped it away. “Gonna have to do better than that to defeat me, you fucking shell of a woman.”
“What was that, Kimmie?”
They began circling each other. “I said,” Kim repeated, her voice tensing as anger seeped into it, “‘You’re going to have to do better than that to defeat me, You. Fucking. Shell. Of. A. Woman.’”
“Kimmie! I’m shocked! Where did you pick up that language? And what exactly do you mean?” Mrs. Possible charged Kim and swung the axe. Kim leapt over her and pushed off, twisting as she landed so she ended up facing Mrs. Possible when her feet touched the ground. She assumed a fighting position.
“One: I’m an adult now, so I can say anything I want. Two: I meant what I said. You’re just a shell. A husk. You’re a pod, hiding my real mother inside you.” She ran forward before Mrs. Possible was expecting her to, grabbed her, and flipped her over her head, yanking the axe from Mrs. Possible’s grip as she fell onto her back. She hurled the axe far out of reach. “I can’t kill you because I’d kill my mother – and plus, I don’t kill – but that doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to make a few cracks in the windows.”
Shego charged up her green energy in midair - and punched the ground as hard as she could when she landed, sending out a ringed blast much like the one the car had been modified to deliver. The ground shook lightly, and the combination worked on felling the ninja scrubs who were running towards her.
She stood up, the rage from her days as a villain back in full force as she glared – only now there was a new element to her trademark glare. A new glint; an extra twinkle in her eyes. One that the ninja scrubs could sense. One that made the glare much more powerful and effective than it had ever been before.
“ALRIGHT!” Her green energy flames flared up over her hands with a ferocity never exhibited before. “YOU HELPED CARRY OUT A PLAN THAT TRIED TO GET ME TO KILL MR. POSSIBLE! YOU’VE ALREADY HELPED OUT IN A PLAN THAT’S SHATTERED KIMMIE’S FAMILY! NOW - WHO WANTS TO PAY FOR MY CAR FIRST?” Without letting any of her opponents answer, she charged forward full hilt. “HRRRRRAHHH!”BLAM! BLAM! She fired blast after blast at the charging squadrons of ninja scrubs, sending the henchmen and rubble flying in every direction. POW! She punched a ninja scrub who’d escaped her prior assault with a green-energy charged fist – effectively hurtling the henchman the length of the Reflecting Pool. CRACK! A swift kick in the gut knocked another ninja scrub back about 20 feet. They hurled their rusty scalpel shurikens. Shego swung her arm while forming a thick shield with her green energy, deflecting the weapons into the air – where she blasted them to dust with her powers. They threw syringe shurikens. Shego did the same thing, only this time, she deflected them into the air with her other arm. Still running full speed, she squared up, lowered her shoulders - and plowed through the ninja scrubs who’d thrown the shurikens, knocking them out cold. “THAT is what my good friends Stuart Scott and Chris Berman would call getting JACKED UP!”
“ENOUGH OF THIS!”
K-THOOM! The ground shook violently as Wade slammed onto the ground behind her.
Shego adjusted her glasses and ignited her green energy flames. “Wade.”
Wade tipped his head as the Centurion Project’s red-eyed mask locked in over his face. “Shego.”
Shego whirled around and they charged each other, screaming bloody murder.
Ron and Monique rolled as they landed from the exploding car – and ducked as scalpel and needle shuriken streaked over their heads, even though they were wearing the Battle Suits with the shields up. They looked up. The ninja scrubs were closing in. “Jeez, guys – at least give us some time to catch our breaths before we start fighting,” said Ron – before grabbing a rock nearby and hurling it at the head of the closest ninja scrub, which dropped the henchman easily. “Booyah! Ron: 1, Hospital Ninja Dorks: 0!”
SHICK! SHICK! Two needle shuriken stuck into the belt buckles on the Battle Suits. With a hiss of sparks, the shields sputtered and crackled – then as the electronics went offline, the shields faded.
“Hmm. They’ve gotten a lot better since we last saw them.” Monique grinned. “Then again, so have I!” She threw the ninja scrub trying to sneak up behind them over her head, making him a bowling ball as he rolled down the slope in the rubble pile, taking out the entire line of ninja scrubs running up it.
As the henchmen became bowling pins, Ron high-fived her. “My woman throws a Brooklyn. Booyah!”
Monique giggled – then became serious. “Yeah, Ron, but we still got the 7-10 split to pick up.” She pointed as more ninja scrubs came running up the slope. “Let’s give ‘em the ol’ 1-2, baby. After you.”
Ron grinned. “It’ll be my pleasure!”
Monique nodded. Ron ran down the slope, and she followed. He drew his bo staff while she leaped in the air as the first row of ninja scrubs threw their needle shuriken. Ron threw the staff up to her, and she caught it and extended it, whirling it around, deflecting all the incoming shuriken back at the second row of their approaching enemies, felling the henchmen as the needles crashed into the ninja scrubs’ chests. Simultaneously, Ron threw his own special shuriken at the first row of ninja scrubs. Nets exploded around that row as Ron hopped over them. Monique threw the bo staff down to Ron – who snatched it and spun around and clobbered the third row of incoming ninja scrubs with it. Instantly, he offset to the left and executed a low flying side kick while Monique got into the flying side kick position as she descended. They both plowed into the fourth row of ninja scrubs at exactly the same time, knocking them out. Monique kicked backwards off the head of one of them as she planted her foot in their guts –landing perfectly. “Now, if that ain’t the definition of “sidekicks,” I don’t know what is!” she grinned.
Ken and Mr. Possible landed harshly as the explosion of Shego’s car added an extra gust of wind that sent them further than expected. “Great,” said Mr. Possible. “Now how are we going to get home?”
“Don’t worry. Taken care of that already.” Ken’s hand went to his holster. “Crap – gave it to Kim…”
“Gave what to her?”
“The gun, Dr. P – ah!” Ken slithered through the shadows and grabbed the M-16 of a fallen Guardsman. It had clearly been launched into the air from wherever the soldier died, but it still worked nonetheless.
“I know this isn’t characteristic of me, but I am the son of a woman who was in the Army, so I did learn a few things… There wouldn’t happen to be a pistol nearby you, would there?” Mr. Possible asked him.
“No – sorry.”
“Oh. Well, maybe that’s for the better.”
“I’d say so.” Ken checked the gun’s magazine. “What th – Whoever had this M16 never got to fire it…”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning it’s a damn good thing we haven’t been spotted yet, Dr. Possible,” said Ken.
“Oh.”
“Now c’mon, I think we can sneak around to the hostages without having to shoot anyone at all.”
“Alright, we haven’t gotten that signal from Ken – LET’S MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!”
Kim looked over at the hostages who were being guarded by a pack of ninja scrubs. In-between the time that Mrs. Possible had made the broadcast and Shego had pretty much flown out to the city, she’d had the ninja scrubs move the hostages to in front of the Reflecting Pool, not far away from the Lincoln Memorial. Rugua’s parents kneeled over their daughter’s body, mourning their loss the best they could.
“Something wrong, Kimmie?” asked Mrs. Possible.“They’re members of the same government that betrayed you nearly a year ago! Well, actually, most of them are - there’s a few innocent people – but really, what’s the difference? AH-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!”
Kim’s fists curled up. “You really aren’t my mother anymore…” she snarled.
“Oh – someone’s upset! Does widdle Kimmie-Wimmie need a timeouty-wouty?” Mrs. Possible mocked.
“Not from someone who’s not my mother.”
“Hmmm…Maybe your trip to the corner should be more – permanent this time!”
Mrs. Possible grabbed Kim’s wrists and twisted her arms across her body, pinning them behind Kim’s back - leaving Kim choking from her own arms being double-crossed around her neck. “Kimmie, dear - I was able to restrain you at two years old! You honestly think you can touch me with those moves?”
Kim smashed the back of her head into Mrs. Possible’s jaw, rolling away when the grip on her loosened. “No-” she growled. “But then again, I’m really trying not to hurt the body that’s housing my mother.”
“Well then-” Mrs. Possible laughed. “I guess I can just declare my victory now!”
“However…” Kim reeled back and socked Mrs. Possible square in the face. “If I have to hit you, then I’m gonna hit you – and I’m gonna do it so hard that you won’t know who you are at all anymore!”
Hmm…Someone needs a relaxing nap…I can arrange a permanent one right here and now! AHAHA!”
“You just used a variation of that earlier…” Kim noted.
“Hmm…Did I?” Mrs. Possible paused for a second. “Hmmph. Oh well! I don’t care if I’m repetitive!”
Kim couldn’t take it anymore. Furious and enraged, she seemed to nearly fly through the air as she lunged at Mrs. Possible and tackled her with all her might – the two rolling down the other side of the rubble as they wrestled. Headbutts were exchanged. Mrs. Possible slashed Kim’s face with her nails. Finally, when they reached the bottom of the hill, Mrs. Possible kicked Kim off of her. Kim soared through the air and slammed her back onto a rubble pile – which she barely avoided as it collapsed.
“Good lord, Kimmie! You’ve become quite violent! Shego hasn’t corrupted you, has she?”
“Actually – yeah.”POW!Kim’s kick to the chest knocked Mrs. Possible over a small rubble pile. Kim walked over and picked her up. “She kinda has.” She swiftly gut-checked Mrs. Possible into another pile of rubble – from which Mrs. Possible did not have the luxury of being able to avoid as it collapsed on her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got others to help.” Kim turned around with a hmmph! and walked away.
At which point Mrs. Possible exploded out from the pile of rubble and tackled her. They rolled quite a few feet, punching and clawing at each other - then Kim finally got a leg free and kicked her off of her.
Mrs. Possible tried to grab her, but Kim ran. “COME BACK AND FIGHT ME, COWARDLY WOMAN!” Mrs. Possible yelled – but Kim had already hopped a large pile of rubble and disappeared from view.
Shego was getting nowhere in this fight. All she knew was that she was getting her clock cleaned.
THOK! Wade punched her again, sending her soaring through the air and slamming into the fallen columns of what had been the arches of the National World War II Memorial. A few gold stars from the Freedom Wall fluttered over her from the wind created the instant she had smashed into the ground.
“Had enough?” Wade taunted, as he descended to the ground thanks to the Centurion Project’s jetpack.
Shego’s arm shook as she got up and grinned. “This thing’s got a weakness. You’ve got a weakness, too, Wade. I’m not giving up – not until I FIND THAT WEAKNESS AND DEFEAT YOU!” she roared, lunging at Wade point blank, punching him repeatedly in the face, accompanying herself with a volley of rage-filled screams. When the dust finally settled – Wade had the cybertronic armour’s mask on.
“Nice try,” Wade laughed.
“Oh,” Shego fumed, “THAT’S IT!YOU’RE THE REASON BEHIND ALL OF THIS! YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SHATTERED KIMMIE’S FAMILY! AND ALL BECAUSE OF - WHAT?”
Wade was silent.
“ONE FACT!” Shego screamed. “ONE PIECE OF TRUTH THAT YOU WOULDN’T ACCEPT!”
“SHUT UP! I KNOW KIM COULD’VE SAVED MOM! SHE’S KIM POSSIBLE! SHE CAN DO ANYTHING! BUT SHE DIDN’T DO ENOUGH THAT DAY SHE JUST LET MOM DIE!” Wade exploded. “AND SO, BECAUSE SHE SHATTERED MY FAMILY –I SHATTERED HERS!” He laughed sadistically. “Poor Shego…I know why you’re attracted to Kim – the real reason, that is.”
“What? You mean the fact that Kim’s a lot like how my mother was?” Shego asked, grinning her trademark grin as it became clear that she’d just said exactly what Wade was going to taunt her with. “The fact she’s strong? Smart? Independent? Brave? LOVING? LOYAL? THINKS I’M CUTE AS A BUTTON IN POLKA-DOTTED UNDERWEAR? Yes, Wade – Lecture me on what I already know!” She hurled more blasts of her green energy at him – even though they did nothing. “AT LEAST WHEN MY PARENTS DIED, I ACCEPTED THERE WAS NOTHING THAT COULD’VE BEEN DONE!”
“SHUT UP!” Wade bellowed at the top of his lungs, activating nearly every weapon of the Centurion Project and firing them at her. “SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP! SOMETHING COULD’VE BEEN DONE TO SAVE MY MOTHER! KIM JUST LET HER DIE!”
“I WAS THERE, WADE! I CAN TELL YOU THAT KIM TRIED TO SAVE YOUR MOTHER!” Shego flew into the air to dodge his all-out flurry of attacks – “Whoah!” She looked down. Her body was covered in a green glow – and her feet weren’t on the ground. She grinned. “Oh, NOW it’s on!”
“What? THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE!” Wade cried, activating the jetpack and even more weapons at once.
“Haven’t you heard? ANYTHING’S POSSIBLE FOR THOSE WHO LOVE KIM POSSIBLE!” Shego roared as she leaned forwards and blasted towards him as he unleashed even more of every conceivable weapon at once. Missiles, lasers, bullets – all streaked through the air at her – but she found she somehow knew how to dodge them. How to sense them. How to fly, for that matter. It all seemed to rest on her – instincts. Which was good. She charged up her green energy as she zeroed in on Wade.
Wade ignored the “ALERT: STRESS SENSORS REACHING INPUT CAPACITY” warning that flashed over the red eyepieces of the mask and he continued launching every weapon the Centurion Project could create at Shego. Flamethrower, pulse beams. But she dodged everything. He couldn’t take it anymore.“C’MON! WORK, YOU GODDAMN SUIT! WORK!” he screamed – and then it happened.
“STRESS SENSORS OVERLOAD – CYBERTRONIC ALLOY BREAKDOWN IMMINENT. “
Cracks came flying up the suit. “NO! NO!” Wade desperately tried to get the armour to repair itself.
“REPAIR ABILITY ERROR: REPAIR COMMAND NO LONGER A VALID EXECUTABLE. “
“IMPOSSIBLE!” Wade cried. “THE CENTURION PROJECT IS INVINCIBLE! THIS CAN’T HA-”
Shego caught up with him and grabbed the equivalent of his collar. “Nothing is invincible. Understand?”
With a furious cry, She drew her fist with the charged green energy back as far as she could take it.
POW! Shards of the cybertronic armour flew in every direction as they shattered off the Centurion Project ring. Shego’s punch had so much charge; it propelled Wade back through the air past the rubble in the Reflecting Pool. He slammed into the back inner wall of the Lincoln Memorial, crashing down onto the top of the head of the memorial’s statue. Shego watched him cough and sputter as he sat up.
Landing near where he did, Shego ran over and picked him up by the collar. “I should kill you now…”
Wade gasped heavily. He was in no condition to fight any longer.
Shego stood up. “But I won’t.”
“Sh-Shego?” Wade asked, still gasping.
“I’m letting you go because you’re defenseless and12 years old. But oh – I think due to your IQ tests, the courts will come to the conclusion that you can be tried as an adult. It’s out of our hands then, Bub.”
She suddenly blasted a small hole in the sculpture. “HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Wade cried as she grabbed his hands and thrust them into the tiny crater. She answered his question wordlessly when she used a low-energy blast to pretty much weld his hands into the marble. Shego stood up.
“Keeping you from running away.”
She flew off to help Team Possible.
“WHERE’D YOU GO? GET BACK HERE! YOU NEED TO LEARN YOUR LESSON, YOUNG LADY!”
Kim jumped out of her hiding spot and lunged at Mrs. Possible – but Mrs. Possible just stepped aside.
“Stay still, Mom!” Kim raged. Her mother’s answer was a solid jab to her jaw.
“Oh, but why? You never stayed still when I commanded you to, sweetheart!”
THWACK! Kim finally got a devastating punch in, knocking her mother out for a while.
“Don’t call me sweetheart…” Kim snarled. “Only my true mother, Shego, and Dad have that right.”
She looked around – then ran off to help everyone else.
After a moment, Mrs. Possible moved, looked up – and saw Wade’s axe resting not far away.
She snatched it up and fell into the shadows - heading towards the Lincoln Memorial.
“Hey, you guys! With the surgery masks and all!”
The ninja scrubs guarding the hostages turned around.
The hostages looked up to see Ron - with Rufus on his shoulder - and Monique.
“Alright, you ninja scrubs – time to meet the foot of Monique!”
“And Ron and Rufus, too!” added Ron.
“Yeah!” Rufus chittered.
All the ninjas around them drew their rusty scalpel shuriken.
“Uh, okay – I preferred the needles more – could you guys use those again?” asked Ron.
The ninja scrubs attacked, hurling the scalpels. Ron swatted the makeshift shuriken away with the bo staff, then drove a pummeling kick into the chest of one ninja, and simultaneously threw another ninja aside with his hand while catching a third ninja in a scissor hold between his legs. He dispensed of that ninja by rolling backwards and launching the poor soul like a catapulted egg across the pile of rubble.
Monique blocked a stabbing attempt by one ninja, then punched them in the crotch and kicked them in face to get them out of hers. She clotheslined a ninja attempting the same stabbing behind her. A third ninja jumped on her, but she punched them in the face, then picked their body up and hurled them onto the ground. She roundhouse kicked another ninja scrub attacking from her right, and socked yet another one out cold. “C’mon, you guys – you can’t get weak now! I’m just startin’ to have fun doin’ all this!”
Rufus leapt from Ron’s shoulder and bit a ninja scrub on the nose. “Yeah! Weak! Weak!” he chittered. A ninja tried to capture him, but Rufus dodged the ninja’s pathetic attempts to corner him like any other rodent, ran up his leg, chest, and arms until he came level with the ninja’s eyes – which he then poked.
As the fighting continued, Ken and Mr. Possible emerged from the shadows, quietly slipped by the fracas and began to free the hostages. Taking great care, Mr. Possible handed Rugua’s parents her body.
Ron, Monique, and Rufus KO’d the last ninja scrub around them, and Ken and Mr. Possible freed the final hostage – Brick Flagg – just as Shego came flying up to them. “Wade’s taken care of, guys!”
“What the – SINCE WHEN THE HELL DO YOU FLY?” Brick Flagg asked, looking up at Shego.
Ron and Monique looked up. “Whoah! When’d you learn how to do that, Shego?” Ron asked.
Shego smiled. “Kimmie unlocked it for me – well, indirectly.”
“Uh…yeah.” Monique had no idea what Shego said.
“WHERE’S KIMMIE?” Shego yelled.
“I THINK SHE WAS LOOKING FOR SURVIVING GUARDSMEN!” Ron yelled.
Shego nodded, and flew off to find her.
Seconds later, she did. She dove down, grabbed Kim in her arms, and soared up into the air.
“HEY – LET ME – SHEGO?” Kim was stunned beyond belief as she saw no jetpack. “You can FLY?”
“Just recently, baby. You unlocked the ability in me – indirectly.”
“You know what? Direct, indirect – I’m just glad you’re alive, Shego.”
Shego smiled. “So am I, Pumpkin. So am I.”
She flew them back to the freed hostages.
Ken was looking at the M16 – and soon, he tossed it aside. “Eh, lousy piece of junk’s busted after all.”
A low, far-off rumbling in the sky alerted him. The Global Justice rescue helicopters were closing in.
“YES! GJ COMES TO THE RESCUE ONCE AGAIN!” Ron cheered when he saw the choppers.
Unfortunately, the only spot the helicopters could land – was in front of the Lincoln Memorial.
And in front of their path were few ninja scrubs standing up - but they looked extremely tired.
“We have to clear a small path to get to them, though!” Ken yelled. “They’re our only tickets out!”
Brick Flagg and Shego looked at each other – then Brick’s eyes lit up. “Got it! Huddle up, Huddle up!”
Overhearing, Stuart Scott stood up. “Hey, uh, I can be a part of this. 4 years of club ball under my belt.”
Shego grinned.
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“HEY! NINJA QUACKS!”
The crowd of exhausted ninja scrubs who’d had enough courage to stay and regroup all turned around at once - where they saw a smirking Shego standing with Brick Flagg, her teammates, and Stuart Scott.
Brick raised his hand.
“DOWN!”
Shego ignited her green energy flames.
“42!”
The ninja scrubs began to realise they were spread out.
“SET!”
Stuart, Shego, and all the football team got into their preferred line stances
“HUT!”
The ninja scrubs quickly grouped up together.
“HUT!”
Brick threw his hand down. “HIKE!”
“BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTZZZZZZZ!”
Everyone bolted forward and plowed full speed into the ninja scrubs. Shego hurled blast after blast of green energy. Her teammates tucked their shoulders in, put their heads down, and rammed through the crowd. Ninja scrubs after Ninja scrubs fell, got thrown aside – or were just plain thrown through the air.
Stuart Scott furiously battered his way through. “Nobody…MESSES…WITH STUART SCOTT!”
As Shego and her teammates bulldozed through the crowd of ninjas, Mr. Possible, Ron, Monique, and Ken flanked the hostages’ sides and rear, throwing aside anyone the cowcatcher in front didn’t pick off.
Monique punched a ninja in the face, furiously disarmed another, and threw that ninja aside. “Oh, man, the odds are gonna go so in favor of MU after everyone sees this on the nightly news!” she squealed. “Ron, when we get done here, we’re gonna go on vacation to Vegas for a while, okay, sweetie?”
“That works!” said Ron. He threw 2 ninjas aside, and flipped over another only to kick them in the back. He turned to the almost-free hostages. “KEEP RUNNING, PEOPLE! C’MON! KEEP RUNNING!”
A ninja lunged past Ron – only to be met by a high-pitched “WHOOP!” and Chris Berman’s fist.
“Mr. Berman?” Ron asked, slightly confused.
“Aw, this is nothin’, kid – I’ve walked through a sea of Raiders fans before! In front of you!”
Ron whirled around and sent the ninja scrub flying backwards over some rubble.
Berman nodded, and kept on running. “Must…Go…All…The…Way!” he gasped.
Eventually, Shego let loose one last mighty blast of her green energy, and they were in the clear.
“BOOYAH!” Stuart Scott high-fived Shego, Brick, and all their MU teammates. “Man, I can’t wait to see you guys when the season starts. An offensive line that can blitz, too? I say champions already!”
The noise of the helicopters’ rotors became just barely audible.“ALRIGHT, EVERYONE! LET THE CHOPPERS LAND!” yelled Ken as he turned around.
Everyone backed up to let them do so. “MR. PRESIDENT!” Ken shouted. “YOU, YOUR FAMILIES, THE VICE-PRESIDENT, AND YOUR STAFF AND THEIR FAMILIES GET THE FIRST COPTER!” No sooner had he spoke than did the mentioned people start boarding. “RUGUA’S PARENTS -” Ken dropped his tone. “You two go in this helicopter with the President and all of them.”
“C’mon, Miss.” The President held out his hand to Rugua’s mother. “You and your husband here deserve some time alone for yerselves. Nobody should have to go through what’s happened to you.”
The woman nodded, and she and her husband quickly boarded. The chopper lifted off and flew away.
“OKAY! ESPN PEOPLE IN HERE!” Ken yelled as the 2nd chopper landed. Stuart Scott and Chris Berman waved to Shego as they got in the chopper and it lifted off.
The third helicopter landed. “OKAY, EVERYONE ELSE NOT A PART OF TEAM POSSBLE!”
“Catch ya’ at practice, Shego!” Brick yelled as the MU team boarded the chopper.
The woman who Wade had declared to be Monique’s biological mother was next.
“Monique!” the woman embraced Monique lovingly – but Monique broke the hug quickly.
“We’ll talk later! Right now, MOVE!” ordered Monique.
The woman did as told, quickly ducking into the helicopter. The man with her did, too.
“Okay – everyone’s here!” said Monique. She signaled OK to the pilot and let it take off.
“We have to hitch a ride on the ladders, the rest of us!” Ken yelled over the din of the helicopter rotors.
“FINE WITH US!” Kim yelled as they all grabbed the ladder – Mr. Possible at the bottom of the rungs.
The chopper started to lift up, flying low over the roof of the Lincoln Memorial—
“HELLO, MOTO!” Mrs. Possible leaped off the Memorial Roof and slashed the axe through the ladder, just above the rungs Mr. Possible clung to. Mrs. Possible threw the axe at the Lincoln statue as they plummeted.
“DAD!” Kim yelled.
CRASH! Mr. Possible was alive, but not moving when he landed on the rubble pile.
But Mrs. Possible was. She spotted the M16 Ken had thrown away. She picked it up; checked the barrel.
“Oh look – ONE BULLET LEFT!” Mrs. Possible cackled. “And one life he’ll die for!”
“NO! NO!” Kim yelled as Mrs. Possible aimed the gun at Mr. Possible—
BLAM.
Mr. Possible’s head snapped back. Monique screamed.
“DAD!” Kim yelled, horrified.
Mr. Possible’s body shook, then was still.
A bullet hole ran through his forehead.
“DAAAAAD!”
“AHAHAHAHAHA! He’s not Dad anymore, Kimmie – he’s DEAD!” Mrs. Possible’s voice rang out. “And I’m going to take the body away! I need to do a little – oh, how shall we say it – autopsy?Hmm?”
“THAT’S IT!” Kim yelled. She drew Betty’s gun. “I’M USING THIS!” She cocked the hammer.
“NO!” Shego yelled, grabbing Kim’s arm. “IT’S TOO LATE! THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!”
“DAD DESERVES JUSTICE! BESIDES, I JUST WANNA WOUND HER! NOT KILL HER!”
“KIM!” Shego protested.
“I’M NOT GOING TO LET HER TAKE MY FATHER’S BODY AND CORRUPT IT LIKE SHE DID TO BETTY’S, GODDAMIT!” Kim retaliated, breaking her arm out of Shego’s grip.
“SO YOU ALLOW THEM TO CORRUPT YOU, INSTEAD? IS THAT IT?” shot back Shego.
“I WON’T BE THE ONE GETTING CORRUPTED! I PROMISE, SHEGO!” Kim bellowed.
“YOU’VE ALREADY BROKEN THAT PROMISE!” roared Shego.
Kim looked down at Mrs. Possible getting further away with her father’s body.
She looked back up at Shego.
At Ron and Monique.
At the saved hostages in the chopper.
The tears on her face seemed to harden.
She looked at Shego again, her eyes full of rage and hatred – but with a tiny part of them begging forgiveness. “I’m Kim Possible, Shego. I can do anything.” She released her grip on the ladder’s rungs.
“No, Kimmie!” Shego pleaded, wrapping Kim in a one-handed death grip hug. “You can’t do this!”
Kim smiled.
Then she gnashed her teeth into Shego’s hand so hard she drew blood. When Shego reacted to the pain, Kim broke away from her - and jumped off the ladder before Shego could recover in time to restrain her.
“KIM!” Shego yelled.
“Kim!” yelled Monique. “KIM!”
“KIM – GET OUT OF THERE! GET OUT OF THERE!” Ron bellowed.
“Ooh! An extra person I can knock off, too?” Mrs. Possible laughed. “THANK YOU, KIMMIE!AHAHAHAHAHA - Huh?” She stopped laughing as her view crossed the body of Mr. Possible again. “James?” Her skin changed: Its blue colour drained like water being flushed down a toilet. “JAMES?”
“KIM! STOP! STOP! TURN AROUND! GIVE IT UP, KIMMIE! DON’T DO THIS!” Shego yelled.
“Kimmie?” Mrs. Possible asked, as she watched in a haze Kim running towards her holding a gun.
Meanwhile, the axe had landed exactly where Mrs. Possible had thrown it – onto the top of the head of the Lincoln Memorial statue. It’d chopped the marble off at one spot, freeing one hand of Wade’s. But that was all he needed. Pressing a button on the axe, the blade shrunk into a circle and a trigger, barrel, and hammer came out of the handle. Wade cocked the hammer of the axe gun, and set his target in his sights. “Almost there…”
Shego’s thief’s hearing caught the click. Her head whirled around. “NO!” She jumped off the ladder and flew towards the Lincoln Memorial. She saw Wade with one free hand holding the axe gun trigger—
“HEY MOM!” Kim yelled, cocking the hammer of her gun. “DODGE THIS!”
An enormous fireball of green energy slammed into the Lincoln Memorial statue—
BANG.
Kim’s head snapped back
Her gun flew out of her hands as she crumpled to the ground like a rag doll.
Her body shook a bit – then lay still.
In the center of her forehead - was a bullet hole.
“KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
The combined scream of Shego and Mrs. Possible was loud enough to shatter the surviving glass amidst the wreckage in the Reflecting Pool. Ron and Monique covered their ears from its shrillness.
“KIM!KIM!Oh god, no…We’re supposed to sit and talk today…NO!” Shego yelled.
Suddenly, the Lincoln Memorial statue broke off all the way through its base, just above the feet. Shego looked over. Wade still had one hand stuck in the concrete. But Mrs. Possible, Mr. Possible, and Kim were in the direct path of the statue if it collapsed – which it most certainly was doing, from the sound.
Shego swooped down and snatched up Mrs. Possible and Kim and Mrs. Possible’s bodies as the chunk of statue slid off its base. Setting them down out of the way, near the edge of the Reflecting Pool, she flew back to the falling statue, lit her hands with green energy to break the concrete trapping Wade—
—and he kicked her away. Too stunned to blast the statue to pieces, Shego watched as it collapsed into the rubble pile – and Wade looked at her on its whole way down. He disappeared into the spot where they grey vans that had held the hostages were crushed.
Shego flew down to the spot where she’d set Kim’s body down. Ron and Monique came running down after her. They assisted Shego as she proceeded to shake Kim as viciously as she possibly could.
“MOVE! MOVE, KIMMIE! GODDAMN YOU! C’MON, KIMMIE! MOVE! MOVE!PLEASE! MOVE!”
But Kim didn’t move.
Tears flowing from her eyes like the Amazon, Shego cradled Kim’s body against her chest and bawled. Ron and Monique tried to comfort her as much as possible - but it was hard when they were crying, too.
Mrs. Possible came over to Mr. Possible’s body, her face anguished shock. “James – I – I didn’t–” She picked up the body and looked at it. She soon dropped to her knees in tears, letting Mr. Possible’s body slide to the ground next to Kim’s, and sobbed. “No! It shouldn’t have happened like this! JAMES!”
After a few moments, Shego crawled over to her, and the two embraced, crying together.
END CHAPTER FIFTEEN (REWRITE)
Author’s Note: Story ain’t completely over yet! One more chapter! -RavenStar