NECESSARY EVIL:

THE MIDDLETON CELL

A "Kim Possible/Necessary Evil" fanfic

By Erin Mills

"Kim Possible" © 2006 Disney. Created by Bob Schooley & Mark McCorkle

"Necessary Evil" © 2006 Great White Games. Created by Clint Black

ISSUE #0: THE BREAKOUT

V'sori Warlord Krandar brushed an errant lock of his blue-black hair out of his left eye, made sure his uniform tunic was smooth, then strode out of his quarters in the newly established Tri-City V'sori base, formerly the Upperton Country Club. As he walked down the hallway to the interrogation chamber, a minor V'sori underling passed him a report. Krandar looked it over, then passed it back.

"Make it clear to the mayor of Go City that there will be no memorial to Team Go. No other city has a shrine to their fallen heroes, we will be making no exceptions. And if he has a problem with that, he can take it up with Shocklord Jarzek."

"Yes, Warlord Krandar." The minor officer took the file and walked off. Krandar turned the corner and walked into what had formerly been the women's locker room.

The prisoner was hanging from her wrists in the tiled remnants of the shower. Blood trickled from one corner of her mouth. Her black and green bodysuit was torn in several places. Her left leg was bare, the leg of the suit having been completely ripped off during her capture.

Her long black hair was matted and dirty. Nullifier shackles had been clamped onto her wrists before she was suspended from the ceiling. She appeared to be dozing. Which was only to be expected after being held in the shackles for the last ten hours.

"Wake her up." Krandar said to one of the K'tharen guards. The K'tharen, a hulking brute which resembled an anthropomorphic cross between a shark and a crocodile nodded and prodded the woman with his taser tipped staff.

The woman convulsed and screamed her way into consciousness as the electricity flowed through her. The K'tharen pulled the staff back and the woman snapped her head around, glaring at her captors.

"A simple 'wake up' would have been fine." She snarled. Krandar's eyes narrowed.

"Just as insolent as reported, I see, Miss…Shego, is it?" he asked.

The woman didn't respond. Krandar shrugged.

"We know that is your name. Your costume matches that of the other members of Team Go, and we know that the remaining unaccounted for member was both female and had the green 'Go Team Glow.' You match the descriptions we have of Shego. The files from the Middleton police department and the computer guru of the late Kim Possible are enough to confirm that—"

"Shut your mouth." Shego said, glaring at him. The V'sori commander frowned.

"I beg your pardon?" he said coldly.

"You don't get to say her name. You don't get to even THINK her name." Shego replied, just as coldly. "You never fought her. You never even KNEW her. You people just blasted her with a death ray from space. You haven't EARNED the right to mention her name. Or the names of the buffoon or the webgeek."

A cruel smile curled across Shego's lips. "You scumsuckers don't even rate referring to the mole rat by name."

Krandar regarded her coolly. "You are trying to rile me to anger. I don't know what you think that will accomplish. We have no intentions of killing you."

"Yet." Shego spat.

"Yet." Krandar agreed. "Now, to the real reason we wish to speak to you. We are aware that before the invasion, you were in the employ of one Andrew Theodore Percival Lipsky, more commonly known as Dr. Drakken. However, following the invasion, Mr. Lipsky disappeared. We want to know where he is. You will provide us with that information."

"Bite me." Shego snarled. Krandar glanced at the K'tharen. The guard stepped forward, raising the taser. As he approched Shego with the sparking staff, her bare leg flashed. The staff flew out of the K'tharen's hands and into the air.

With a grunt of effort, Shego bent at the waist and shoulders, hoisting herself into a U shape and kicked the taser towards the shackles on her wrists. The taser bounced off her toes and connected with the Nullifier shackles. There was massive spark of electricity as the circuits fused and shorted out.

Shego grinned evilly as she felt the old familiar tingle return to her hands. She cleared her mind and allowed the glow to come. She then forced it out as hard as she could to her hands.

The Nullifier shackles cracked then broke apart completely with an explosion of green light. Shego dropped to the floor and surveyed the other people in the room.

One V'sori warlord, probably heavily armed and armored. Three Fins, who are ALWAYS armed and armored. And all Krandar has to do is press a button and I'll have a whole squadron of V'Sori, drones, and Fins in here.

Therefore, the ass kicking will have to be postponed until a later time.

Shego flared up her hands, and fired a volley of green energy bolts at her captors. The Fins instinctively ducked, while Krandar hit the floor. Shego took a step back than leaped over the backs of the ducking Fins and out into the hallway.

Krandar got back to his feet, and looked at the Fins. "Get her back. I don't care how, but if she escapes, there will be consequences."

The K'tharen guards nodded again and left the room in pursuit. Krandar pressed a button on a device strapped to his wrist. The device would broacast an alert signal to every drone and War Sphere in the base. It was highly unlikely she would escape.

And when she is returned, she will BEG to tell me where Lipsky is hiding before I am through with her.

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"YAAAAAA!" Shego cried as she hurled another energy bolt into one of the drones blocking her path. The drone flew backwards into several of its fellows. Normally, Shego would have been pleased with the result, but considering there were somewhere in the neighborhood of thirty of the black armor clad V'sori servants, she understandably had other things on her mind.

She quickly dropped to one knee and thumbed a switch hidden in the heel of her boot. A small light began to blink, slowly at first, then with increasing frequency. She leaped into the air, planted both hands on the head of another drone and leapfrogged over it, kicking off her boot as she did so. As she hit the ground, she kneeled down and put her hands over her ears.

The boot sailed across the room and connected with the far wall. The light on the heel flashed rapidly, turned solid, then the boot exploded, showering the drones with debris and causing part of the ceiling to collapse. Shego got back to her feet, flipped over the crowd of drones and out the hole in the wall.

She dashed across the lawn outside the building, evading blaster fire and drones. A couple of War Spheres fired upon her. Shego dropped and rolled to one side, before handpsringing up and between the two of them. The Spheres fired as she passed between them, narrowly missing her and blasting each other.

She fought her way through a few more drones, finally reaching the armored fence that surrounded the former country club. Shego looked the fence over, then flared up her hands and brought them down, intending to cut a hole through it.

That is, until she felt a large, scaly hand grab the back of her neck and hurl her backwards across the compound. She hit the ground hard and slid into the remnants of a hedge. She shook her head swiftly, then kippuped to her feet and flared up her fists. The Fin that had thrown her across the ground chucked audibly.

"Well, green girl, you wanna try it again?" he chortled.

"Oh, gladly." Shego replied. She somersaulted into the air and planted both feet into the Fin's chest. The Fin grunted, but otherwise remained immobile. She grinned down at her, showing a mouth full of serrated teeth.

"That's it?" he said, amused. Shego took a swipe at him with one green enshrouded hand. The Fin's head snapped back, then slowly returned, a small scar just under one of his cybernetic eyes.

"Cute." He snarled. "My turn."

The Fin raised a clawed hand of his own. Shego braced for the impact.

Suddenly, there was a blast of purple enrgy and the Fin screamed as it melted into a viscous pile of goo. Shego blinked and looked up. A small silver craft was flying over the compound. Several shots were taken at it, but these were harmlessly deflected off a force shield of some sort.

A hatch opened in the side of the craft and a chain ladder flew out, unrolling as it did so. The end hung down in front of Shego. She glanced up at it suspiciously, then her eyeds widened as a voice came unbidden into her brain.

If you want to live, and possibly deliver some well deserved payback to these outer space interlopers, I suggest you start climbing. I'll wait for exactly ten seconds. After that, you're on your own.

The voice was deep, commanding, and very distinctive. Shego thought she had heard it before, but couldn't quite remember where.

Figure it out later, she thought, now is not the time to skip any chance to get the hell out of here.

She stepped onto the ladder and waved her hand. As she did so, the craft elevated and took off, pulling her up into the air and out of range of the invaders' shots. When oshe was sure she wasn't going to be hit by any stray shots, she began making her way up the ladder.

When she reached the hatchway, a hand encased in an armored glove reached out to her. Shego frowned, then slowly took it.

As she climbed in, she looke dup at the person who had rescued her, and fought to keep her jaw from dropping. She was quickly reminded who the voice belonged to.

The man inside the craft was clad in a power armor suit, giving him a tall hulking appearance. A red velvet cloak covered one shoulder and the bullet shaped helmet covered his face. A stylized representation of a skull had been carved into the front of the helmet. The slanted eyeslits of the skull were a glowing red.

"I take it you know who I am." The man's voice was deep and somewhat digtized thanks to the helmet.

Shego nodded, her mouth suddenly dry. "You're Dr. Destruction. You run the Omega resistance."

The supergenius scourge of Star City nodded. "And you are Shego, formerly of Team Go, wanted in eleven countries prior to the invasion, hired cohort of Dr. Drakken…and now, you work for me."

Astonishment aside, Shego frowned. "Wait a second. Don't think I don't appreciate the rescue, but I'm currently under contract to Dr. Drakken."

"A contract which I am not asking you to break. However, as he will shortly find out, Dr. Drakken will also be working for me. I need an Omega cell in this area, and I want you and Drakken to be part of it."

"Look, Doc," Shego said. "I know Drakken, and he's not going to take kindly to having to take orders from someone else. If he's not running the show, he's almost completely ineffective. And if you have any ideas about threatening me to get him to comply, I don't take well to that sort of thing."

Destruction didn't move. The skull faced helmet betrayed no sign of what the supervillain was thinking.

"I am not planning to threaten you, at least, not to ensure Dr. Drakken's compliance." He said slowly. "Let me make myself clear, Miss Shego. You and Dr. Drakken will be part of the Tri-City Omega cell, or not only will I throw you out of this ship at the nearest V'sori research lab, not only will I provide the V'sori with Dr. Drakken's current location but I will also provide them with the location of each and every lair that he has on the globe. For some reason, Warlord Krandar is very interested in Dr. Drakken and he will be eager to know where he is hiding.

"However, if you decide to take me up on my offer, you will be provided with allies, weaponry and equipment when needed, and the opportunity to find out why Krandar is so interested in Drakken, and perhaps deal out some much deserved pain to those who took the opportunity to finish Kim Possible off for good away from you."

Destruction stepped closer to Shego, drawing himself up to his full seven feet. Shego felt the blood rush from her face as she realized that Destruction was serious about every word he had said.

"The choice is yours, Miss Shego. Be part of the solution or spend the tragically short remainder of your life as a V'sori guinea pig?"

Shego swallowed, then summoned up her courage. Destruction scared the hell out of her, but there was no reason for him to know that. She reached into a hidden compartment on her belt and pulled out a nail file. She began sharpening the claws on her gloves and glanced up at Dr. Destruction.

"So," she said casually, "would you like to know where some of Possible's other least favorite people are hiding? They could come in handy."

An amused tone crept into Destruction's voice. "I do believe this will be a most profitable arrangement."

The small craft sped off into the night.