Plasma slinging and ass kickings a plenty; dear God Shego sure hoped so. Gracie was alive and going to make a full recovery. That was more than any mother could ask for. But as a loving wife…now Shego really felt like burning someone. God willing, if she was presented with the opportunity, this surprise guest star WEE had in all this would definitely be a tempting target. If she was feeling particularly artsy, she might even give the walking corpse a few tribal symbols as souvenirs. Ever since Dementor had pulled a gun on Kim during their globe-trotting vacation after Kimmie graduated college…and admittedly after she, Kimmie, and Abby had first watched Inglorious Bastards, Shego was frequently tempted to take a page from Aldo Raine's book and sometimes enjoyed getting a little creative with her punishments.

The Chinook landed with a soft thud and Shego descended to the tarmac, setting foot onto Global Justice Ft. Durango, fully ready to get to work. And by the look of the newly arrived Ron Stoppable, he was equally eager. Ron must have pushed his pilot to the limit to make such time getting here but Shego sure wasn't one to nitpick in a situation like this.

"How's Gracie?"

"Doctor says that it's going to be a wrong road," Shego replied, following Ron into the base. "But she's going to be okay; any word on Kimmie and Jim?"

The pair flashed their IDs to the guards and continued on into the building. "Last I heard, that wacko flying boat had hit the mainland somewhere in Vietnam and continuing north. You think Motor Ed could be their wild card?"

"No flame decals on the boat? A complete absence of ear shattering mullet rock? Unlikely; no, I'm thinking it's gotta be someone else. Maybe Monkey Fist?"

"Nah, there's a total lack of monkeys."

"You never know. Maybe Monty's trained his little merry band of banana lovers to sail the seven seas."

Ron shivered as the image entered his head. "Like monkeys aren't freaky enough," Ron cringed as the guard ushered them into the CIC room.

"Says the master of monkey martial arts," Shego laughed, patting her old friend on the back. "You're a man of many contradictions Ronald Possible."

Betty spotted them and waved them over to the central projector. Thank goodness Betty's eyes looked more rested than when Shego had left. Shego had been afraid that Betty wouldn't sleep until they'd gotten Kim back.

"How's Gracie?" She immediately asked.

"Concussion, dislocated shoulder, cracked and broken ribs and she STILL looked disappointed that she couldn't come with me," Shego described. "The doctors say it's going to be a long road but she's gonna make a full recovery. What's the sitch here?"

They'd tracked the vehicle steadily and now placed it somewhere on the Mongolian/Russian border. At best, Russia was a reluctant ally of Global Justice. They had been suffering one international PR nightmare after another since Igor Chuikov's attempt on Kim's life and the ensuing gay rights protests that ended with almost a hundred protestors hospitalized and then imprisoned. So Russia could ill-afford a conflict with GJ. That meant the base was more likely somewhere in Western or Northwestern Mongolia in the mountains.

"Mongolia in the winter," Ron moaned. "Oh joy."

"Our scans indicate that they could be anywhere within a five mile radius of these mountains," Betty brought up a slice of the mountainous Western border. "The bad news is that we have absolutely no idea what to expect when we get out there. My hunch is that they've built their base into one of the mountains or possibly underneath but I can't be sure. So Shego and Ron, I want you two to scout the area, look for any clues as to where the base may be hidden."

"Any indication at all as to what kind of troops we're running the chance of meeting?" Shego asked, studying the hologram intently.

"None whatsoever," Betty sighed apologetically. "But I'll see if I can call in a few more favors and have some support for you."

Well…these were far from the worst odds Shego had ever faced. The weather conditions were relatively good for the next few days. Shego and Ron would halo jump from 20000 feet and if they could stay together, they'd set up base camp at one of the smaller mountains. Wade had collapsible cross-country/downhill skis and poles in Team Possible's winter pack making for easy transportation. What was truly tricky however was that this environment eliminated Shego's plasma powers except in absolute emergencies. Betty's recommendation was to go in with crossbows. Weapons Research had developed a series of specialty tips. Shego couldn't help but laugh when Betty brought up the specs. Was it the developer's deliberate intention to rip off Jeremy Renner and Hawkeye?

"Alright ladies and gentlemen," Betty sighed. "I think we've got a plan. Shego, how long do you think it could take you two to scout the whole site?"

"An area of five square miles of mountains? If we're thorough, I'd say a day, maybe a day and a half to be sure."

"Okay…here's what we'll do then," Betty continued, highlighting a spot at the bottom of the mountains. "Knowing Sheldon, he's probably made some kind of deal with the Mongolian government. At the same time as your halo jump, I'll station two Chinooks we've outfitted with stealth tech here in Sydney. If you don't find anything, make your way down to them."

"We should probably have some kind of emergency plan in place," Shego decided. "We'll check in with the Chinooks every two hours. If we miss two check ins…have them take off and have them head for the point of last contact."

"Now that I think about it, the South Korean PM is a good friend and would love to poke the Mongolians in the eye. I'll see if I can get you some first rate air cover if things get hairy," Betty agreed, patting her friend on the shoulder. "The quartermaster should have everything you need. Lift off is in 4 hours."

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Ronald Stoppable didn't say a word as the Hercules began approaching mainland China. A mission like this, there really wasn't much to say to anyone. There never was when his family was in trouble. WEE had kidnapped him and nearly killed Gracie and…and all Ron could think about was revenge! Kim and Gracie were family to him and...he never liked going down this road but sometimes he couldn't help it. He fingered the fletchet rifle strapped to his back reassuringly.

"You okay Ron?" Shego returned to the bay after having a quick word with the pilot.

"Yeah…just going through a train of thought."

Shego Possible took a moment to study her friend. She'd known Ron for years, both from opposing sides and the same side, and bumbler that he was in his early years, Ron had never really shed that Saturday morning cartoon hero mentality, neither he nor Kim ever having to kill in those days and only doing it extremely rarely today. Now…now every GJ mission Ron went on, he was packing that Smith & Wesson revolver, holding the power of life and death in his hand as he saw it. Thank God for the fletchet rifle though. The thing was just as incapacitating as a gun but completely non-lethal. But, whether out of Yori's insistence or some other concern, Ron always went into a fight with both weapons.

"Ron, you're one of the best people that I know," She sat down and put her arm around the guy. "Never have I seen you so much as touch that thing if there was any other way," Shego gestured at the revolver. "You understand the responsibility of using that thing…which is more than can be said for HALF the people who actually want to carry one."

"It's not the gun," Ron sighed. "Gracie…Gracie almost died and…and I want more than anything to…" Totally out of character, Ron's grip on the crossbow tightened and Shego actually thought she heard him growl. Was Ron experiencing a little blood lust?

"And you want revenge. In getting revenge, you're afraid of how far you'll take it."

"You…always could read me like a book."

Shego could more than understand that and…heck; who was she kidding? She was going through it right now as well. She'd made it clear to all of her old associates that anything potentially lethal on Kimmie or any member of her family was a death sentence compliments of Shego. But…she'd only ever come close to fulfilling that promise once. And even then, that had been a warning. But now…all her talks with Father Mitch…all the time she'd spent studying the King James Bible in her night stand…for a long time now she had been considering whether or not she could actually kill somebody in cold blood again. But then her mind flashed to Kimmie…alone in a dark cell…having God only knows what…NO! She couldn't go there!

"Ron, I grapple with that every time Kimmie goes out on a mission without me," Shego breathed, pulling her friend close. "If anything ever happened to Kimmie…or even you," She playfully mussed up his already unkempt hair. "I don't know. Part of me believes that anyone we meet who would take I that far is aware of the consequences but…I don't know. But don't worry. You and me will scout the place out, lead the cavalry charge in, Kimmie will be okay and have a host of new ideas for her next book, and everything will be all hunky dory."

"One minute to drop," The pilot's voice came over their headsets.

The pair shared a look and started getting ready. Even with Shego's insulated battlesuit and her higher than normal body temperature, it was likely going to be plenty cold out. All inhabitants of the cargo bay secured the oxygen masks, and the rear hatch began clanking open, sending a whoosh of air out that would've knocked most people firmly off their feet.

"Thirty seconds to drop."

Shego and Ron did a last second heck, making sure that all their equipment was secure. Ron wasn't about to let the inflatable tent go. Their suits provided some protection from the cold but a night spent out under the stars in a Mongolian winter was something nobody wanted.

"Ten seconds to drop."

Shego counted off the seconds internally. Five…four…three…two…one! Ron and Shego bumped fists and took off running down the ramp. With a great leap, Shego's world was rendered weightless. Even in serious times like this, skydiving as a near euphoric experience for her. And on a clear night like this, her night vision let her see everything. Her HUD came online and instantly began gaging the distance to the ground. 18000 feet…17500 feet…17000…16500. All she could here was the sound of her own breathing. 15000 feet…14500 feet…14000 feet…

"Hey Ron, " Shego said into the mouth piece. "You hear the one about the dyslexic atheist insomniac?"

"No; tell me about him."

"He stayed up for hours wondering if there was a Dog."

"Ha…not bad but I think I can top it," Ron chuckled. "So the President of the US, Bill Gates, Drakken, a Rabbi, and a ten year old kid are all on a plane about to crash but with only four parachutes. The president says 'I'm the leader of the free world' and takes a parachute. Bill Gates steps up and says 'I'm one of the greatest innovators in the last hundred years' so he takes a parachute. Drakken steps up and says 'I'm the infamous Dr. Drakken, feared supervillain, inventor, and genius. I will be taking a parachute.' So he snatches one and jumps off. So now it's only the Rabbi and the little kid. The Rabbi's lived a good long life so he wants the boy to take the parachute and leave him. 'But sir,' the kid says. 'There are parachutes for the both of us. The evil genius just took my backpack'."

That bought a laugh. The pair continued to trade jokes and puns back and forth. Halo jumps, while quite exhilarating, did leave the parties involved with a few minutes to themselves.

"2000 feet," Shego called into the radio. "Deploying chutes."

The silky white canopy shot out of Shego's pack and gave her a yank, pulling the harness tight against her torso. She'd deployed right in the middle of a fluffy white cloud but was quickly treated to a good overhead view of their target area. Somewhere down there, her wife and brother-in-law were waiting for the Cavalry.

"Shego, this is Betty. Do you copy?"

"I read you. What's up?"

"We think we've got you a place to start. One of our thermal sats picked up a brief heat bloom, roughly sixty seconds, from a section two clicks from your LZ."

Thanks Betty. Ron and I will head that way a soon as we touch ground."

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(Three Days Earlier)

She'd crack a rib for sure. The morning after they'd been taken, at least she thought it was morning, the WEE Lieutenant and his cronies came into Kim's makeshift prison cell and just let loose. But…she didn't give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. She damn well wouldn't give them THAT! The Lieutenant's misogynistic comments and Jim's pleading cries as they forced him to watch, ringing in her ears.

"Its okay little brother," Kim grunted, ignoring the shooting pain in her chest. "I barely felt a thing."

Thank God Jim couldn't feel what she was feeling. She contorted her face into a snarl and turned it on her captor. "And you! You enjoy this while…cough…you can!"

"Rest assured Mrs. Possible" the Lieutenant chided. "When Agent Epsilon is through, I will THOROUGHLY enjoy myself with your company."

"Sir, we've begun our descent," the pilot radioed back.

What Kim wouldn't have given for a window, SOMETHING to help her get her bearings for an escape or to get word to Eme. The vessel had shot its way out of the northwest wall of the base. They briefly turned southwest but quickly returned to their original heading. Based on the flight time and the direction, they could be anywhere in Eastern Asia, plenty of less than friendly nations that would put up the criminal organization for a price.

The vessel dipped low and a short time later, came to a definite stop. Now…where were they?

"On your feet," barked one of the guards.

Jim delicately lifted his sister to her feet and put her weight on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay Kim. Everything's going to be fine."

"Keep your eyes open when they move us," She whispered. "We've got to get word to Shego."

The landing hatch opened, bathing the pair in a bright light and brisk air. They looked to be in a mountain complex of some kind. They may have been unusually skilled on this mission but in that moment, Kim thanked God that old habits die hard. The fools treated her to a full view of their outside surroundings before the doors were closed. All around them were snowy mountains. Not a great help but at least it was something.

Gun barrels pressed to their backs, the pair was herded out of the hanger and into the honeycomb of hallways. Here, here was where Kim needed to be sharp. The proximity of the barracks armory, communications, hell, even a broom closet could be useful. Every intersection and corner looked to be monitored by turret cameras. They'd need some way to neutralize those. No doubt Jim would be able to rig something up. After a fifteen minute jaunt through their temporary home, dropping down two levels from the armory, the pair was ushered into the detention block.

"There's a Star Wars joke to be made here," Kim piped up, doing her best to stand on her own. "Never thought I'd miss Shego making those on a mission."

Their escort handed the prison warden their orders and were then instructed to send them to the empty cell near the end. They marched down a hall of what looked to be ten cells with the eleventh capping off the row. Each cell looked to be sealed with some kind of electrical barrier. Their goons had to know that she was already planning a blitz out, to use the proper vernacular for the situation, but she didn't want to make it too obvious. What would the ghosts of James Garner and Steve McQueen think of her then?

With one more shove, Kim and Jim were "ushered" into the cell and stood back while the barrier was activated. There was a faint buzzing as the electrical field normalized and then silence. Thankfully neither the guards nor the warden felt the need to poke the bear as it were, likely out of fear of Kim's wife. At least there was that.

"What are we going to do?" Jim sighed once their audience was gone, lying Kim down on one of the hard surfaces that was likely supposed to serve as their beds.

"WE…are going to bust out of here or get word to Eme so SHE can bust us out," Kim replied oh so matter-of-factly, trying to sit up despite her brother's and her own body's protests.

"Kim, no," Jim pleaded, catching her as her body quivered. "Please lie down. We DID have the same brain surgeon for a mother." Jim pulled off his already torn shirt and put it under Kim's head for a pillow. "You don't listen to me and I'll tell mom on YOU!"

"Kim? Kim Possible?"

Kim quickly noticed that the electrical barriers didn't go entirely to the ceiling, effectively keeping all of the prisoners in a bubble. But that voice…something about the female voice tickled Kim's memory. "Who am I talking to?"

"Specialist Gabby Rodriguez, US Army CIS," the woman introduced, taping on the side of the adjoining cell. "What in Satan's fire are you doing here?"

Kim could almost make out the body to go with the name; quite tall for a woman of Mexican ancestry, if memory served, but a regular Wyatt Earp when it came to her sidearm. They…they'd met when Motor Ed had attempted to boost that experimental hover tank from Fort Bragg a few years ago. But…she had to be careful here. WEE may not have been geniuses but they weren't above putting a plant in the cell next to her. "Ft. Benning, right? Dr. Dementor tried to steal that new missile tech they were testing?"

"It was Bragg, Motor Ed, and he stole a hover tank," Rodriguez corrected, a touch of amusement in her voice. "Touché though; what had he put on the tank when we found it?"

"Flame decals and naked lady mud flaps," Kim replied confidently. Good; at least their cellmate was an ally. "The other guy here's my little brother Jim Possible. So what's the situation here; any idea where in the world we are?"

"Well by our guess, we're somewhere in Mongolia," Rodriguez answered. "Meechum from MI-6 in the cell diagonal to your right has a mind for geography and was able to guess the destination from where they picked him up in Thailand. There's me, Meechum, Li on my right is from South Korean Secret Service along with Han to the left of Meechum. Next to Han are Anya and Sasha Reznov, a pair of Ukrainian siblings that work for GJ too."

The Reznov twins were here too? That was good news if they could get out of their cells. Independent Contractors like Kim and Shego, Sasha and Anya Reznov were some of the best infiltration and recovery specialists in the business. Born of a Ukrainian father and Polish mother, Anya had been a well-known international teen model and had shocked the world when she'd joined her brother in the Ukrainian Army. When not doing free-lance work, they pair made a darn good living as security consultants.

"I believe Shego's still waiting on that Stroganoff recipe Anya," Kim called out.

"Kimberly?" Try as she might, Kim could never get Anya to just call her "Kim". "Old Comrade, it's been years. What brings you to our little Stalag?"

"Kind of a long story," Kim repeated. "What's the surveillance like in these cells?"

"Believe it or not, there's absolutely nothing," Rodriguez answered back. "We're essentially in an electromagnetic box. The energy causes…what was it again Han?"

"It causes a constant electromagnetic pulse within the contained area of the detention block," Jim interrupted, now examining the barrier. "Sorry to interrupt but my brother Tim and the guys and I were fooling around with something similar back in New York."

"You…you're THAT Jim Possible?" Kim heard Li gasp. "Sir, it is indeed a great honor. I'm a tremendous fan of your engineering firm's work."

Kim rolled her eyes and took in the sight of Jim encountering what amounted to a tech groupie in the middle of a prison cell. If he weren't happily off the market as it were, Kim wouldn't expect him to blush.

"Uh…thanks…I guess…"

"Has there been any luck with break outs so far," Kim asked, finally able to sit up with Jim distracted. "Numbers ? Likely equipment?"

"Well these chaps have us at a bit of a standstill," Meechum volunteered. "Our only chances are when they bring us out individually for our little private chats. Li's still working on a way out of these little cracker boxes."

Jim was examining every inch of the live field, getting as close as he could without actually touching it. Kim had seen that look before, on Eme, on Dad, on Ron. They were barely five minutes in and Jim was actually ahead of her on developing a plan to bust out of their cells. "Jim…you've got that look in your eye, the same one when you and Tim supped up the drier and made my favorite pair of jeans come to life."

"Well…like I said, we fooled around with this concept back in the states," Jim continued. "Us and a few other labs that I know of; several of us had a working prototype but as far as I know, everyone scrapped the project for two main reasons…both of which can help us, unless I'm VERY much mistaken." Jim braced himself and looked back at Kim. "Now…Kim, this is likely going to hurt. But Kim, believe me when I say I know what I'm doing."

Oh God; Kim had a bad feeling about this. "I know what I'm doing" had been the twins' rationale for virtually every hair brained or crazy invention they had ever conceived. Kim looked into her brother's eyes and…well…the way she felt right now Jim could probably bat her away like a fly. "Dare I even ask what you're planning Little Brother?"

"Kim, unless I seriously missed my guess, this is one of the prototypes from one of the labs I mentioned. The force field's the same, the titanium generation electrodes used to maintain the field…everything's the same…which also means that, like I said, this little box potentially has the same flaw."

"And why is it so dangerous?"

"Well, this cell is kind of like a glorified tesla coil that you see in high school science class," Jim explained, bracing himself before the doorway. "It's vital that no matter what, you don't pull me away. Miss Reznov, is the guard at his desk?"

"Neit James," Anya replied. "You are free to move."

It was faint but Kim was sure that she heard Jim counting down from three to one. She…she couldn't let her little brother do this! Cracked rib and bruises or no, she climbed to her feet…but not before Jim jammed his index fingers into the field, sending small bolts of energy through the field.

"JIM!" Her pain forgotten, Kim bolted to Jim but stopped short at Jim's cry.

"Stay…away," he hissed, keeping his fingers stationary. "If…you…pull me away…the current will…vaporize me."

Please…Please God let this work! If this went bad…Kim sank to her knees and not because of the pain. She knelt and began uttering every prayer she could think of. Jim had never been especially religious but…but God would protect him. God would see him through this. Kim dared to keep and saw Jim moving his fingers towards the center, Jim's torso blocking the remainder of her view. As quickly as it had come, the crackling of energy ceased and Jim took a huge gasping breath. Ever so slowly, Jim turned sideways and…had Kim just had a sudden mental break? Jim…Jim's arm was through the barrier. With a yank, Jim pulled his arm back through, the hole vanishing back into the energy barrier.

"Believe…COUGH…believe it or not," Jim gasped, collapsing onto his bed. "I…COUGH…saw that in…a movie once."

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If they were fast, this would work. Jim's revelation on how to get them out of their cells had lit a fire under the crew to escape. Once again being able to look everyone in the face from time to time had helped tremendously. However after conferring with Meechum and the Reznovs, overtaking or even escaping was out of the question. With Shego and Betty likely combing the entire region looking for them, their best bet was revealing the base to the outside world. And the best way to do that was exploiting the barrier system's other flaw. According to Jim, the other reason the project had been scrapped was that the energy levels required to maintain the barrier for extended periods of time were staggering. The mountain likely provided a small degree of shielding but for this place to have remained hidden, WEE had to have some kind of thermal shielding. If Kim and the other prisoners could deactivate the shielding, even for only a few moments, that would light up the base like a Christmas tree.

Meechum had been taken away for interrogation and that gave them their opening. Sasha and Kim had delivered swift sleeper holds to the guards and ushered Li to the computer.

"All computers within the base are interconnected," Li explained, taking a seat at the station. "So in theory, I should be able to deactivate the system from here."

With speed that rivaled that of Shego herself, Li began typing, delving into the very center of the base's network. Kim and Sasha kept watch in the hall. If there was any fairness in the world, they'd be back in their cells before anything was noticed.

"Seong-song," Li gasped. "I'm in. What next?"

"We don't want to attract too much attention," Thank God for a little luck. Kim returned to the computer station. "Deactivate it for 60 seconds."

Li activated a few keystrokes and quickly deactivated the station. Now they had to make this look convincing. The sleeper hold would keep the guards out for at least another twenty minutes. They could make it look like they'd just fallen asleep. Sasha hefted the guard into a nearby chair and Kim and Li did the same to the warden. All three returned to their cells and heaved a sigh of relief.

Jim removed the metal spoons he'd used and pocketed them. Having those sure beat the Hell out of using your fingers. Kim cringed as she sat back down. Jim had ranted and railed against Kim being the one to do this but…how the Hell did Shego do it? How did she manage to ride reign on the stubborn nut that was his sister? Hopefully those bruised would at least do the trick.

"You really think that's enough to clue Global Justice in on where we are?"

"I didn't see any stealth or cloaking devices when they took us," Kim cringed, settling into what had become her couch/bed. "Betty and Eme had a clear bead on us and enough satellites to track us for miles. All we need…" THERE we go. Kim found a position where her bruises didn't hurt so bad. "All we need is to signal them. Just think of it as a little signal fire."

There was a long silence prompting Kim to turn to face her little brother. Jim had held up remarkably well over the past day but the news that they likely would have to wait for a rescue had made him a little nervous. Looking at him right now, Kim could see the uncertainty in Jim's eyes. "What's up little brother?"

"Kim…what…what if…what if they torture me? I…I don't know…if I'll be able to hold up. And the others have been talking about that new figure, Agent Epsilon and…"

Well…it was a fair question. Kim had endured torture before and…well…one didn't really know how one would hold up under torture until actually having gone through it. And Jim's concern about Sheldon's new deputy wasn't unjustified. She'd heard their captors speak of Agent Epsilon and her fellow prisoners spoke of her like she was still onsite; very mysterious. And furthermore, from their reports, this new agent was a seriously sick sociopath.

"Well Jim…I can't promise you that it will be easy," Kim sighed. "The one thing you've got going for you is that you're a civilian and a rich one to boot. That means they'll likely try bribes or something psychological. But Jim, remember that no matter what they show you to get you to talk, you can't break. If I know Betty, she's got Andrea under heavy protection and short of a major operation in and of itself, there's no way they can get to her."

"I…I don't know how you do this Sis."

"Sometimes I don't know either. But mark my words. Very soon Shego will be riding in with the cavalry close behind her."

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"What does that look like to you Shego?"

It had taken a few hours but that heat bloom had been exactly what Ron and Shego needed to point them in the right direction. Base on Shego's holo-map, the heat bloom had come from the larger cliffs to the left of their LZ. They'd quickly discovered a set of snowmobile tracks and followed them to within five miles of the bloom.

Shego hefted up her scoped crossbow and zeroed in on the location. Now…she could spot at least four bodies, probably more within the structure. The layout was three buildings, one of which was a garage in which Shego could make out a fleet of snowmobiles and other craft designed for traversing snowy terrain.

"Well, Mongolia's gun control isn't the greatest but when I see guards armed with top shelf AK-78 assault rifles and state of the art thermal armor, I'm inclined to think that looks like a security and patrol station under thermal camouflage. Shall we take a look?"

Ron gave a small chuckle and climbed to his feet, shouldering his crossbow. With a click of his heels, the skis shot out of his boots and he began sliding down hill with Shego close behind. After a quick downhill dash, both deactivated their skis and took up a position fifty yards from the facility. Shego drew her binoculars and began taking a closer look. This was interesting. From higher up it looked like just a part of the building but from here, Shego could clearly make out a good sized elevator.

"I think this is it," Shego breathed, crouching behind the snowbank. "I have no idea what caused that heat bloom but this has got to be it. I'm calling it in." Shego activated her headset. "Gulf Juliet Sierra Papa to base. Please come in."

A voice crackled over the receiver. "This is Gulf Juliet Niner-Seven. Go ahead Sierra Papa."

"Shego, I've got insignia on the vehicles," Ron reported, staring at the garage through his scope "It's definitely WEE."

"Gulf Juliet Niner-Seven, we have confirmed WEE presence in our location," Shego replied. "I repeat, we have confirmed WEE presence in our location. Requesting permission to make insertion and investigate further."

"Stand by Sierra," There was a brief pause, likely while they reported to Betty. "Sierra, you are cleared for insertion. Fall back to rally point in three hours for evac. Do you copy?"

Three hours? It'd be tight but doable. The two of them could clear the outpost of threats, then try and get a schematic of the base from the outpost computer. Shego loved WEE missions because literally ANY computer, even in the janitor's office, was a direct line to their central server database. "Affirmative Niner-Seven; we copy; we'll make the rendezvous at 1900."

They now had their work cut out for them. Shego deactivated the headset and unslung her crossbow. She got prone with Ron and began scanning for targets. Now…no telling how many were inside but their immediate concern was the two sentries on the roof of the building. The pair looked to spend sixty seconds at each corner and then move on to the next one. They could bring them down…then take cover behind that arctic transport. That would provide a decent field of fire to eliminate the guard at the motor pool and the mechanic preparing the snowmobile.

"Okay, here's what we do," Shego whispered to Ron. "You take the one on the right. I take the one on the left. On my go, we make for the transport, drop beneath, I'll take the guard, you the mechanic. Wade," Shego keyed up a communication to their eyes and ears. "Any idea what we're looking at when we get inside?"

"My thermal scans show another three inside," Wade reported. "Two on the ground floor and one in the second."

"You feel like going mystical monkey Ron?"

So they had a plan. Shego focused on her target. There was no wind but the arrow would still have roughly a three second flight time. So…anticipate and she'd have it. As she focused, time appeared to slow, as was typical for Shego in circumstances like this.

"Ready…aim…fire!"

There was a quiet thump as Shego pulled the trigger and she quickly spotted the plastic fletching streaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, the arrow struck true and Shego saw the sentry fall backwards.

Shego leapt up, not even needing to look to know that Ron was behind her, and bolted for the transport. Plastering herself back against one of the treads, Shego cranked the bowstring back.

"I've got the guard, you the mechanic," Shego breathed, drawing and loading another arrow. "You ready?" Ron nodded and the pair threw themselves under the transport and took aim. Two more thumps and two more downed agents.

"Alright Monkey Boy," Shego huffed, making a mad dash to the door of the main building. "Go do your stuff."

Shego stopped at the door and ignited a single finger in plasma and began carving around the lock. As she cut, she couldn't help but think about what she'd just said to Ron. Looking back on their encounters over the years…wow! If Ron had ever decided to go solo as a superhero…Monkey Boy had to be one of the lamest superhero names there ever was. Being second banana to Kimmie…that had to be one of the luckiest things ever to happen to Ron.

The lock slid smoothly out of the hole Shego had carved and began to sizzle as it hit the snowy ground.

Qui-Gon Jin's got NOTHING on me!

Ever so slightly, she nudged the door open and peered inside. Sure enough, there were two uniformed men in the building. One looked to be doing paperwork at his desk and the other…ha…the dumb yutz was actually playing Tetris. Shame on him for playing video games on company time! Shego would be remiss if she didn't take the time to reeducate this man on proper work ethic. She drew a pistol version of the fletchet rifle she had holstered at her hip and took careful aim. The man doing paperwork shivered and looked up. Crap; he must've felt the draft from the open door. Shego quickly redirected her sidearm and popped the paper pusher in the chest.

"I was NOT playing Tetris Wendell," Mr. Game-on-company-time squawked, bringing something work related on screen. "You can't prove that I was!"

The poor schmuck didn't even turn around, catching a fletchet to the back of the head and collapsed over his keyboard. Shego hopped over the desk and over to the stairs, peeking around the corners. She was just in time to see Ron fly through the window and deliver a swift kick to the man's head.

"I gots MAD foo skills," Ron boasted, landing smoothly on his feet.

"What is it with you and catch phrases Stoppable?" Shego sighed as the pair dashed back down the stairs to the ground level. "And that whole 'theme song' when you and Kimmie were in high school…?"

"Well what's with YOUR family and a supreme lack of vision for marketing?" Ron pouted, standing next to Shego as she sat down at the computer terminal. Plugging the Shegophone into the terminal, Wade's face appeared on the small screen as his system burrowed into the WEE database like a prairie dog. Within a few minutes, Wade had established a digital beachhead and was able to download a full schematic of the base, complete with security measures. That left Ron to secure transportation while Shego made the insertion into the base. She trekked through the first floor until she found the elevator entrance. Using the security card she'd swiped from Tetris boy, the elevator doors slid open and Shego climbed in.

"Okay Shego," Wade began as the doors closed. "This place is about ten levels deep but this elevator only goes to the fourth level. There's a vent just above the third floor where you can make your insertion."

Okay, where was the maintenance hatch? Spying it in the corner, Shego hit the button for the third floor and climbed through the hatch, settling on top of the elevator car. Now she had to wait. It was a slow ride but eventually the steel grate Shego had been waiting for appeared. Shego heard voices beneath her, prompting her to act quickly. With the delicate steps of a ballet dancer, Shego leapt over to the grate and effortlessly detached it from the wall. The elevator had just begun lowering as Shego lifted herself into the vent.

"Okay Shego; the first leg is forty feet straight ahead. Be careful though; there's a slight drop at the end."

Shego crawled forward and sure enough there was a drop. Shifting around until she was feet first, Shego lowered herself down. Wow…Shego was only a few years away from the big 4-0 and she was still as limber and lithe as when she and Kimmie first traded blows. How many women could still boast that? Shego was actually pretty proud of herself right then.

"Alright Wade; where to now?"

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"I will be interrogating Kim Possible MYSELF!"

The words were clear as day to Shego, even in the ventilation shaft, and not just because it was about Kimmie. She knew that voice. She wasn't entirely sure where thanks to what had to be one Hell of a vocal scrambler, but she'd definitely heard that female voice somewhere before.

"Agent Epsilon, Agent Beta is growing very impatient with the fact that you haven't turned over such a high value target. He's instructed me to make it abundantly clear that…"

"You tell that insignificant insect that if it wasn't for me, for my planning this mission down to a 'T', he'd be stuck with this head up his ass. My orders come directly from Gemini himself and I DAMN well won't take any mouth from Beta!"

Shego could hear scuffling coming from beneath her but wasn't entirely sure that she wanted to know what was going on. So this was Agent Epsilon, the deep dark behind Sheldon's unusual competence on this mission?

"Wade, what's my position?"

"According to my chart, you're about five feet above the base commander's office."

"Gotcha; I'm gonna record a snippet and I need you to analyze it."

"No problem, but wait to transmit till you get to the surface though," Wade cautioned. "I need a vocal sample to be 100% intact at the time of transmission and the mountain could degrade the signal.

Shego pulled out the Shegophone and hit "record".

"Let me make something abundantly clear to you Captain," Agent Epsilon barked. "That bitch has been the bane of my existence for longer than you can comprehend…and I finally have her in my hands once again. I am going to savor every moment of emotional and physical torment that will be inflicted on her. And then, I'll turn to that freak mate and those mongrel brats they've produced! I will HURT them in every way that they fear…and I will make Possible watch, watch while she is completely powerless to stop me! Then and ONLY then will I allow her the gift of death"

Bring it on Bitch, Shego thought to herself, pocketing the phone with a good recording sample.

It took every ounce of control and will power not to begin raining down fiery Hell on that walking corpse. Shego's moral crisis back on the plane didn't seem quite so critical when listening to such a casual disregard for human life, even for a villain. Drakken, Monty, the Seniors, all of them would've rather cut off their hands with a rusty hack saw than knowingly attack children. Sometimes there were casualties with their operations…but innocent bystanders were never deliberately targeted. It was just bad form. This…creature…hell, she should probably call up Monty and the Council and see if they wanted in on the beat down that was sure to ensue.

But not till my princess is safe in my arms!

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"Wade? I'm having trouble reading you."

"Shego…trouble…must…interference…right over…detention center C."

Okay…there was something causing interference with the signal. That much she could make out. There weren't any security measures nearby so they couldn't have picked her up. Wade had said something about being near the detention block. He'd said that the shaft would take her right over the cells so the next grate should be her stopping point. Taking a deep breath, Shego crawled the last few feet. Going through the vents as far as she did would be a work out in and of itself but unless it was her imagination, the temperature had been rising steadily the further she went through the vents.

Shego hauled herself over the grate…and there she was! Lying asleep on a metal slab was her wife! She…she had to get down there. This grate wasn't going anywhere easily, not with the detention cells being just below. Sheldon wasn't THAT stupid. Like with the base door, Shego concentrated her plasma into a single fingertip and sliced through the metal bars like butter. One by one, Shego pried loose each bar and laid them aside, revealing a strange wall of energy. She had one more bar to…CRAP! The last remaining bar slipped from her fingers and touched that glowing blue energy field and began sizzling. Without warning, the metal bar shot up, embedding in the ceiling above. The seconds slowly ticked by and Shego slowly realized that an alarm hadn't sounded. And what's more, when she peaked back over the edge, those emerald eyes of knee weakening beauty were staring directly back at her.

"Kimmie," Shego breathed. "Oh thank you GOD! Can you hear me?"

No response; whatever that barrier was, it was also evidently sound proof. How was she going to get him out of this? At most, she had about six inches of clearance between the ceiling and the energy field, so…wait a minute. Kim seemed to be motioning to her. She had…were those spoons she was holding? She was making a jabbing motion towards the energy field. Shego grabbed two of the metal bars she'd sheered away and mimicked the motion. The field began crackling, the metal bars feeling like they were being pushed back into Shego's grip, but Shego could see that she needed to bring the bars together in a point.

"Push," It was incredibly faint but Shego could just make it out. "Push down and pull them apart."

Shego pushed down…and actually felt the bars sliding down into the field. Now…now she needed to pull them apart. It was like pulling through half dried concrete but the bars slowly began giving way.

"Oh God Eme; I've never been so glad to see anyone in my life."

Music; the voice was like music to Shego's ears. She was okay; her Kimmie, Princess of Shego's heart and her greatest wish was okay.

"Oh Kimmie," Despite her objections, a joyous tear slid down Shego's cheek and splashed onto Kim's forehead, "You know…sniff…there's a Star Wars joke to be made here."

"And you're just the Jedi to make it Eme," Kimmie cooed back, blowing her a kiss. "Mighty Jedi, your Princess has been lost without your soothing embrace."

"Oh you have GOT to be kidding," Jim groaned, slumping back onto the slab he'd been sleeping on. "I'm being held prisoner AND I've got to listen to my sister and her lesbian wife flirt in my cell? I'm fine too by the way Shego!"

Okay…admittedly, in the joy of seeing her princess again, Shego had utterly forgotten Jim was in the same cell. Had the roles been reversed or it had been one of HER brothers flirting with their wives while SHE was waiting to be rescued, she'd have hurled a plasma ball into the opening just to get them to shut up.

"Have you guys been hurt? What's the situation?"

"Kim's likely got a cracked rib," Jim reported. "And so help me Shego, if the next words out of your mouth are an offer to kiss it and make it better…I'm likely going to have a brain aneurism."

She'd probably deserved that. A thought just occurred to her though. "Kim…is there surveillance in here?"

"No, we're good. The energy field knocks out any tech."

Well that explained the interference on the Shegophone. "That's a relief," Shego sighed. "Listen both of you; I overheard the base commander saying that she was saving the two of you for herself…"

"Eme, she's the one behind this whole thing. The others in here say she's Sheldon's new Agent Epsilon. Now, does Betty have a rescue in the works?"

"She's calling in every asset in the region," Shego assured. "2000 commandos and two squadrons of Raptors set to attack as soon as Ron and I get back." But…what if this sociopath got her hands on Kim or Jim before then? If Shego could just pin the bar to the wall with her foot…and if she could reach the holster at her back…AHAH! "Kimmie, take this. If that bitch dares putt a hand on you, I want you to go Wyatt Earp on her," She dropped the fletchet pistol down and smiled when Kim caught it.

As if on cue, a siren began blaring. Damn it; things had been going too well!

"Eme, you've got to get out of here."

Well…there was no way she'd be able to get them out through here anyway. "Guys…I promise you I'll be back and when I do…"

"Shego," Kim begged. "The door to the hanger is on the west side of the mountain. Go through the main door and neutralize the armory at the end of the hall. From there, two floors down is us."

"And you," Shego replied, fixing Kim with a longing stare. "24 hours; in 24 hours, I want my little wildcat to show them the meaning of pain."

"Oh for the love of GOD," Jim squawked. "Please kill me now!"

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Ron's heart leapt when Shego emerged from the elevator. Wade had been reporting that there was interference with Shego's signal and when Wade's hack had been detected and the sirens started blaring, Ron had half a mind to go in after her. But just as he'd made the move towards the elevator, the doors slid open and out swung Shego, holding onto the elevator cable for dear life.

"There's going to be an explosion in just a second," Shego breathed, motioning for Ron to help her get the doors closed.

Sure enough, when they reached the door to the outside, the building was rocked by a violent tremor. Detaching the elevator car from the cable; always a favorite of Shego's even in and Kim's high school days. The two burst out into the snowy ground and Ron led her to the pair of Polaris snowmobiles he'd parked by the door.

"Did you find Kim?"

"No chance of getting her out with me," Even though she'd tried to hide it, Ron could detect the regret in his comrade's voice. "Our suspicions were right though. There's a new Agent Epsilon, the base commander. She's behind this whole thing, the hidden hand in all of this. I managed to catch a few snippets of conversation and…she's got to be someone we've come across before. She had a voice scrambler but even so, I KNOW I've heard that voice somewhere before."

And those would have to be helicopters coming across the horizon, and Mil MI-17s by the look of them. Now was likely not the best time for a debriefing. Both threw their snowmobiles into gear and took off for the clearing where they landed. With any luck, they'd be able to make the quick route down before WEE managed to close it off.

"Gulf Juliet Niner-Seven, we have confirmed that site is our tango," Shego radioed in, looking back at the choppers and now snowmobiles on their tail. "I repeat, we have confirmed the location of Kilo Papa."

"We read you Sierra Papa," a voice crackled back. "Good work; are you secure?"

Shego threw her snowmobile into a turn, narrowly avoiding a shower of .50 caliber rounds. "Negative Niner-Zero; that's a BIG negative; we are under fire and in need of assistance."

"Roger that Sierra. KUH-1 Surion attack choppers are enroot to your location; ETA two minutes."

Hopefully they could survive for two minutes. Shego lobbed a plasma ball behind her, thankfully seeing one of the other snowmobiles toppling over into a copse of trees. They needed some cover and fast or they were never going to make it.

"Two minutes Ron," Shego quickly switched to a local channel. "We need to buy some time. Any ideas?"

"Uhh…you see that boulder at your 11 o'clock?"

She'd have to time it perfectly. This would be tricky enough without causing an avalanche. If she could knock loose the bolder and a few chunks of ice into the propellers, that might be sufficient motivation to keep their distance. Peeking back, she gauged the distance to be about 30 yards behind them. Distance to the formation was maybe ten yards. She ignited a plasma ball and hurled it just as they approached the base.

CRUNCH…

She chanced a look back in time to see a hunk of ice go through the lead chopper's wind shield. The three behind narrowly avoided the collision but all had taken the message and pulled back. Both snowmobiles broke through the trees into the clearing…just in time to see at least a dozen transports cresting the opposite edge of the clearing.

"This isn't good SP," Ron gasped.

This indeed wasn't good! They'd converge on the slope down inside thirty seconds and things would get quite hairy. Shego was about to ditch caution and start lobbing plasma in all directions, maybe they could escape in the chaos if she could cause enough…when like a voice from Heaven, Shego heard a Korean accent come over the radio.

"Global Justice Agents, we shall cover your escape," The pilot haled. "Bank right and leave these dwaeji to us."

"Global Justice acknowledges and you are welcome to them," Talk about coming through in a clinch! It was one of the most welcome sights in years, those four choppers rising from behind the oblivious transports. A volley of missiles shot out and Shego heaved her snowmobile to the south.

"Hey Ron," Shego huffed, holding back a peal of laughter.

"Yeah Shego?"

"We're riding speeder bikes across the planet Hoth."

Author's Notes:

This one took me a while to bring to an end, wanting to set so much up for later chapters. I really had a lot of fun though writing Shego and Kim's brief reunion and the ensuing kissy faces that Jim had to suffer through. Kim Possible was always such a Saturday morning cartoon hero that even the villains I can't help but think had a line that they didn't cross. We're getting close to Agent Epsilon's unmasking and I hope you're all enjoying it thus far.

RIP James Garner. You were an inspiration that brought joy to so many people and will be a tremendous loss to entertainment. Who is the tall dark stranger there? Maverick is the name!