Chapter Three

Lord Montgomery "Monkey Fist" Fiske was in the gym installed in the basement of his castle in England, along with his manservant Bates and some twenty monkey ninjas. Fiske was sparring with his minions. He was nearing his previous level of Tai Sheng Pek Quar skill, damaged when that pink-haired witch had broken his arm. She was also responsible for his losing the part of the Mystical Monkey Power he had obtained. He hated her, and wanted revenge.

Leaning against the wall watching was Fukushima. The disgraced ninja had carried out his assignment perfectly. Fiske hadn't expected his agent to be able to keep the Lotus Blade; the goal was to see how far Stoppable had progressed in mastering it and the Mystical Monkey Power. Settling personal business and being banned from Japan was the ninja's problem.

Knowing what he did about Yamanouchi and its teaching practices, the cheerleader and Stoppable wouldn't be back to Middleton for another six months or so. That still gave him plenty of time to practice and research still-missing mystical items. He was keeping a low profile about it, though.

Finally he stood and bowed to his monkey ninjas, and they did the same. He left them to their own devices as he and Fukushima headed for the upper levels of the castle for lunch. Bates had left the room at some point, and was preparing the dining room and food.

Fiske had been contacted by Drakken about being part of a revenge plot, and they were still in negotiations. He wasn't happy about Amy Hall being part of it, but agreed she would be useful. And she did have a legitimate gripe against that Jinx girl.

"Master," said Fukushima, intruding on his thoughts, "Have you decided about joining Drakken-san yet?"

"Oh, yes, we will definitely be joining him," answered Fiske, "It's just a matter of getting what I want from the deal."

"But you always told me that your goal was to rule the world as the Ultimate Monkey Master," responded Fukushima.

"Quite right. But there is more than one way to go about it," said Fiske, and grinned evilly. "Going with Drakken means most of the expense is borne by him, as well as most of the effort. At the end of the day, we will still have most of our resources intact which will serve as backup if needed," continued the evil man.

They entered the dining room and sat down.

"I am pretending that, since I lost the Mystical Monkey Power, I am no longer interested in world domination, and merely want to continue my personal research. Drakken will grant me unlimited money and resources, as well as unrestricted access to museums, private collections, and archaeological sites," continued Fiske. He grinned, and his eyes got a faraway look. "And when I find the artifact I need, we will dispose of Drakken, and take over!"

"But what of Shego-san?" asked Fukushima, "She is far more dangerous that Drakken-san."

"True, but I don't see her as a problem. Drakken has agreed to cede her Iceland and Greenland, and once she has control I rather doubt she will care much about what happens to him," was the reply.

"I see... most wise of you," said the ninja, thoughtfully.

"Thank you. And you will not be forgotten, either," added the ex-Monkey Master. "You will be given control of Yamanouchi, Sensei and Hirotaka disposed of, and Yori will serve you as a slave."

Fukushima stood and bowed. "Thank you, Master. I look forward to that event."

Fiske chortled to himself as lunch arrived. He really wanted the ninja school destroyed, and considering Fukushima's incompetence, knew it would happen in a very slow and painful way, and then it would no longer be a threat to him.

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Time passed. Negotiations were concluded, and plans were set. Preparations were under way. A last meeting was set up at Drakken's lair a month before Team Possible was set to return home.

Drakken, Shego, and Fiske sat at a table. Shego had her feet on it, and was filing her nails. Drakken looked rather annoyed about it, but chose not to say anything. Her part was set, and she really didn't have to be here.

"All right, here's where we stand," said Drakken without preamble, "The Geissman lens has been taken up and installed on the space station. Repairs have been made where Possible damaged it foiling my doomsday laser, and it is fully stocked for habitation."

He sighed. "DNAmy has been captured by," he used air quotes "Global Justice. Unfortunate, but it was really more of a courtesy to include her in our plans than anything else."

"Drakken, what of Senior, Killigan, Lucre, and Rush?" asked Fiske. He was just as happy Amy wasn't there.

"When Senior learned the scope and brilliance of my plan, he agreed to suspend his own plans until things concluded. But he refused to donate any resources or cash. He'll be dealt with when the time comes," said Drakken.

"The small fry you mentioned are working for him now," put in Shego. "They won't be a problem."

Drakken looked annoyed, and opened his mouth to say something to her, but she lit a finger and cocked an eyebrow. He wisely closed his mouth and returned attention to his guest.

"You still haven't explained your plan, and before we go farther, I want to know the details," said Fiske.

"Well, I wanted it to be a surprise, but if you insist," was the answer. "We are going to capture that Jinx girl, and use her powers to take over the world."

"And she'll cooperate... why?" asked Shego.

"Because of this!" Drakken said, and held up a familiar object.

"Oh, no!" said Shego, taking her feet off the table, "Not a mind-control chip! You know I hate those things!"

"I know that, but it won't be necessary to use one on you, we already know it works," said Drakken.

"That's not the point! I don't want one used on anybody!" she yelled, standing up.

"Why not? It's evil enough," said Drakken, closing his hand around it. He looked at his sidekick. "Getting soft?"

"WHAT!" she lit a hand.

"Uh... I do have that mind-control shampoo ready for final testing..." he said in a weak voice.

The lit hand was extinguished, and she closed her eyes, putting her hands on the table. She slumped a bit, and was silent for all of ten seconds. "Fine. Use the chip. But I will be the ONLY one to control her!"

"Agreed!" said Drakken, quickly.

"I gather, then, that you want to use her magic?" Fiske asked, pretending to have ignored the heated exchange. But inside he was gleeful. A rift between Drakken and Shego worked to his advantage.

"Yes, that's right," answered Drakken, turning his attention away from Shego, who had started filing her claws with a rather unhappy expression.

"And how is that supposed to work?" asked the ex-Monkey Master, "Her magic is strong, but has a fairly short range."

"I remember you telling me that, and that's where the Geissman lens comes in" explained Drakken. He tapped a button on the table, and a computer screen lit up. On it was an outline of the space station, with the Earth to one side. "It will amplify her power, and cause bad luck on the ground anywhere we want it!" A pink beam went from the station to the ground, and a huge crack appeared in it.

"I see. I'm actually impressed, Drakken, but what about the rest of Team Possible?" Fiske asked.

"They will be on the ground, and subject to bad luck just like everyone else!" he replied. "They won't have any way to get to the station and stop us."

"I'd say you've thought of everything, then," said Fiske, a pensive look on his face. "But one thing: Stoppable is mine!"

"Who?" asked Drakken, looking at Shego.

"Possible's sidekick," she replied, rolling her eyes. "And Possible is mine!"

"Fine, whatever, just so long as they are out of the way," said Drakken.

"When do we strike?" asked Fiske.

"You said Possible will be going home from Japan in a month or so? We'll give them time to settle back into life, and strike without warning!" was the answer. "Revenge is a dish best served after it's been in the freezer." he added.

Shego cringed at the mangled quote.

"I look forward to it," said Fiske with an evil grin.

"Charlie!" Drakken called to the henchman, "Bring cocoa-moo for all!"

"Right away, boss," said the red-clad man, and left the room.