This is a continuation of my story, "Her Mission." My villain, Blackout, who was introduced in that story, didn't have a very big role. I've remedied that here. The self-proclaimed 'Master of Stealth' wreaks havoc. I do not own any of the Kim Possible franchise, Disney does. Blackout is a character of my own creation. I do not financially profit from my writings. Please Read and Review any of my work at any time. I love the feedback, good or bad. How else can I learn?

Chapter 1 The Escape

Shego was led out of the bank to the black SUV. Her hands, clad in boxy metallic mittens that dampened her plasma powers, were chained at the wrists. Blackout followed, stripped to his black silk boxer shorts, deprived of his Stealth-Tech. Both were shoved, unceremoniously, in the back seat. Doors were slammed shut, and the heat started to build inside the vehicle.

"Thanks, you two," Dr. Director said to Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable. "How did you know Shego and Blackout would hit this bank?"

Kim smiled, "Well, you heard the rumors that the two had hooked up after Drakken was out of the picture? We figured they'd need some capital to get started on their next plot. A... little bird told us which bank they'd try to rob."

Dr. Director paused, looking at the two teen heroes. "Uh, O.K. We'll leave it at that. By the way, Drakken isn't listed as dead, only missing. We did find parts of him in the cave on Mount Jacob, and matched it to his DNA. But he could still be alive."

Ron perked up, "Parts of him? What parts?"

Kim scrunched her face in revulsion. "Ewww, Ron, I don't want to know!" She turned and walked away.

Dr. Director crossed her arms and looked at the ground. "If you really want to know, we found most of his right leg and one eye."

Ron paled and felt sick. "I guess I shouldn't a asked." His stomach rumbled and he swallowed hard, trying to suppress the urge to hurl.

They stood for an awkward moment both looking at the ground. "I... understand a date has been set for the wedding." Dr. Director chimed, changing the subject.

Ron's face brightened considerably. "Yep, mark August 19th down in your calender. We'll be sending the invitation out in a couple of days. You'll be getting yours when we file our report on this job."

Dr. Director turned and started to walk to the SUV. "It's already marked!"

"What, How?" Ron yelled after her.

Dr. Director stopped, turned to Ron, and smiled. "I know a few little birds too."

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The caravan of five large, black SUV s were heading post haste to the Federal Prison outside of Middleton Colorado. Their blue flashing lights and loud sirens wailing, as they headed west into the setting sun. In the middle vehicle, Blackout and Shego were riding in the back seats. Four others, all large burly Global Justice Agents, occupied the seats around the two prisoners. Shego turned to Blackout and asked, "How did they know where we were? I just don't understand."

"Don't worry about it, my dear Shego," Blackout said nonchalantly. "All good plans of mice and men... Luckily I was able to push the self destruct on my Stealth-Tech before they got a hold of it."

"That's all well and good for you, maybe, but not me! I will not be going back to that Hell Hole!" Obviously, Shego was not in a good mood. "I had travel plans for tonight. I found out the truth about him."

"Really," Blackout said dryly. "I thought we were getting to be more than cohorts. You going back to him?"

"I'm not sure about anything right now. I like you and all... Let me get back to you on that." She leaned over to him and brushed her lips against his cheek and whispered, "I'll catch you later." A smile crossed her face for a brief moment.

"Hey, you two," the extra large agent in the shotgun seat said, " Shut up and sit still. We'll be arriving in about twenty minutes."

"That's what you think," Shego muttered to herself. She twisted her face in deep concentration. She thought, "I've done it a couple of times before, maybe I can get it to work now!" Suddenly her feet started to glow green. With the swiftness and agility of a gymnast, she brought her feet up, placing them firmly against the dampeners and chains around her hands. At the same time she twisted in her seat. With a mighty grunt, Shego shot a plasma blast from her feet, through the chains and locks securing the dampeners, and blowing out the door. She quickly dove out the opening with a gleeful, "Later guys!"

Time seemed to slow as multiple things occurred at once. Shotgun Agent yelled into his radio, "CODE RED, CODE RED! WE HAVE AN ESCAPE!" All five vehicles went into what seemed to be choreographed, controlled power skids. Agents scampered out of the SUV s, guns drawn, before the vehicles came to a complete halt. Shego, flew through the air, tucked and rolled into the grassy embankment of the highway. Before any agent could take aim though, Shego, aided by her plasma power, crouched and launched herself into a giant leap.

Shego crash-landed a mile away. "That really takes it out of a gal," She said weakly. She could hear tires burning rubber and engines straining in the distance, towards her location. She staggered to her feet and leaned against a beat up old pickup truck. "Just what I need." She tries the door and found it open. "Now if my luck holds out..." she got in and found the ignition. "No keys! "Rats!" She checked the visor above the driver's seat. "Bingo!" A set of keys fell into her lap. Shego started the truck and, pulling a U-turn, headed back in the direction the SUV s would be coming.

As the five SUV s approached her, lights and sirens blaring, she did the only thing a smart outlaw would do. Shego pulled off to the side, hunkered down into the seat and looked away, presenting as little profile as possible to the eyes looking for her through smoked glass windows. The chasing vehicles, with only a cursory slowing as they passed her, sped on. Shego chuckled lightly. She pulled back into traffic and, obeying the speed limit, drove into the coming darkness.