12. Here's the Play at the Plate…

Councilman Grafton shook with rage as he watched the chase play out on the television. Idiots! GCPD, the Agency, Global Justice, all idiots! Even those two kids were useless! Good thing I already made other plans.

He picked up his desk phone. "Captain Grossman, make sure the Central Bank is surrounded. Nobody gets in without my say-so." The next call was on his cel phone. "Yeah, follow 'em. That's right, Paddy, whatever it takes."

GBB!

Mother Superior emerged from the Go City Store and Save with a key and directions. She drove around to another set of buildings. Three Sisters emerged from the car and went to a small unit. They took out the suit cases and were going to the trunk of their car when men stepped up behind them.

"Why, hullo, Sisters." A brawny man with yellow teeth smiled. "Ken we be helpin' ya with yer burden?"

"No, thank you." Mother Superior replied coolly. "We have everything well in hand."

Another man came forward and reached out. "But they look so hea…" WHACK! "Ouch! Sister…" WHACK! "Hey!" WHACK! "Ow!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! He ran back, shaking his hands furiously.

"Don't you know when a girl says 'no' she means 'no'?" another nun scolded. She and the other Sister joined Mother Superior in arming themselves.

Paddy grinned. "I thought ya'd be unreasonable. That's why we came prepared." The man at the rear of the gang took a duffel bag off his shoulder and distributed the contents. Paddy twirled his bat.

"Let's see; three little old ladies with pointers against six men with aluminum bats. I'm likin' me odds."

"Stop right there!" A heroic voice called out from above. An imposing man stood arms akimbo on the roof of the storage unit. Three smaller figures stood behind him. He continued.

"You don't have to be the Mather to know that the odds have just changed."

"Good one, Hego." Mego nodded.

"You, you really think so?" Hego's cheeks flushed a bit.

"It was great!" The twins enthused. "Well delivered, and a solid allusion."

Hego smiled shyly. "Thanks, guys." He drew himself up. "There's just one thing to say now." The brothers touched fists.

"GO, TEAM GO!"

Team Go jumped off the roof. Hego landed in front of Paddy and his companion, catching a bat in either hand. They bent in his fists, and then he threw their owners into the storage unit with stunning force.

Mego shrank under a swing. The thug looked down to see Mego with a knee raised and a wicked grin on his face. Before the man could bring his bat down Mego went into a growth spurt. No martial artist who ever lived could have matched the speed of that knee as it hit at just the right place.

The other three thugs chased the twins around the corner. They came back even faster, chased by thirty-six red clad crime fighters. Hego clothes lined two, while Mego's kick sent the other into the storage unit. The last two joined them. With a grunt of satisfaction, Hego put the lock in place.

"Mego, call GCPD. Tell them they have a pick-up at Unit 2397." Hego turned to the Sisters. "Are you all right, Sisters?"

"We're fine, thanks to you boys." Mother Superior put her pointer away, and wiped her eyes. "But we heard on the radio that they've blocked off the down town. If we don't get to the Central Bank today, St. Agatha's Academy is doomed!"

Team Go looked at each other. "St. Agatha's Academy!" Mego exclaimed. "That's Sis' old school!"

"Indeed," Mother Superior nodded, "how is dear Sasha?"

Hego was crestfallen. "She's…changed. We were sent here to intercept her and a Dr. Drakken, but we were late. The twins had to pick up their school assignments." He glanced at the throng behind him. "You could have sent copies."

The twins returned to the normal two. "We're under strict orders from Principal Stearn, no more copies! And they aren't as smart, either. We don't want our grades to drop."

Mego waved the phone at Hego. "Speaking of Sis, Captain Grossman wants us in front of the Central Bank, pronto."

Something clicked in Hego's mind. "Sisters, we both need to be at the same place at the same time! It's a case of seren, saron, oh; I'm a superhero, not a word guy."

"I'll supply the word," Mother Superior smiled, "it's a miracle."

GBB!

The DoomVee 3 tore down the 'L', bouncing along the rails. Shego kept the speed down just enough to allow for some control. As Ed had the suspension tight, the cabin and its occupants shook with every bump.

Still feeling the Spirit, Drakken decided to put his plan into operation. "S-S-S-Shego?"

I sound like Porky Pig!

She glanced over. "W-W-What D-D-D-Dr. D-D?"

"A-After t-t-this, why d-d-d-don't we g-go away for a-a w-while?"

Even when shaking, Shego was beautiful. "S-Sounds g-g-g-g-good. T-The i-islands, m-m-maybe?"

"S-S-Sure," Drakken agreed, "b-b-b-but I t-thought m-maybe we we c-c-could s-stop at V…"

TOOT! TOOT!

An 'L' car was backing towards them. SWAT members were on the back. One was raising a grenade launcher.

"G-Getting off!" Shego shouted, turning the wheel hard to the right. Both villains yelled as the DoomVee 3 plummeted thirty feet to the streets below. Motor Ed was a genius, the monster and its occupants still lived. They flew down the street, having bypassed every road block.

A wall of blue uniforms surrounded the Central Bank. Guns raised as the DoomVee 3 came in sight.

"Change in plans!" Shego crossed lanes and the DoomVee 3 began climbing the steps leading to City Hall. The denizens of the Hall fled as the machine crashed though the glass façade. Shego and Drakken powered through the lobby.

"What are we doing here?" Drakken puzzled as they got out. He followed Shego as she ran to the steps.

"Going to the bank!" Shego hefted her suit case. Her smile mystified him.

"The bank's across the street, Shego."

"There's an underground passage to the bank here, but the entrance is in the City Council Chamber. It's just part of the culture of Gorruption." She smiled and shrugged at his blank stare.

"Sorry, it's a local joke."

The smile, the way her hair rolled over her shoulders when she shrugged, Drakken was lost and he knew it. Now, while we're alone and it's quiet. I must…catch my breath!

"Shego," he gasped as he ran along with her, "why aren't we using the elevator?"

"They'll be waiting for us there. That reminds me." She stopped in front of the elevators and slapped all the buttons. "There!" She turned back to the stairs. "Come on, Doc, just twelve more flights."

"Fine, just tell me when we get to nine." Drakken muttered as he picked up his feet. "I plan to throw up there."

GBB!

Captain Grossman threw down his megaphone in frustration. Before he could lead his men into City Hall a swarm of vehicles pulled up. Men and women in black suits piled out of charcoal sedans. They were joined by people in blue who rode in SUVs. Dr. Director and Special Agent N. Trusive went nose to nose.

"Out of my way, Betty." N. Trusive sneered. "This is our take down."

"Take down's the right word, Norbert." Director's face was lined with contempt. "We're taking them alive; they're going to face justice, not an impromptu firing squad."

"This is not a humanitarian mission."

"You can't carry out a humanitarian mission, you're not human!" Dr. Director's retort drew a punch from N. Trusive. She blocked it and launched an attack of her own. Soon Grossman and his men were trying to stop a massive brawl on the steps of City Hall.

Captain Hendricks finally arrived. He sighed and reached into the trunk of his car. The violin case was marked. In case of jurisdiction disputes. He took out its contents. Even when using blanks, a Tommy gun demands attention.

"Now that I have your attention," Hendricks growled his disdain, "can we get on with the business at hand?"

Before anyone could move, the whine of rockets announced the final arrival. A magenta Sloth settled down on the street. It occupants were somewhat disheveled. Kim had a half bemused, half annoyed look on her face.

"I don't care what Felix says, Ron, if it ends in 'it' it IS 'it'!"

"You mean it's not according to your definition of what 'it' is?" Ron's face sagged.

"No, it is not." Kim's expression softened as his shoulders slumped. "You need to learn to be happy with what you have." She twisted his hair with a finger. "You are happy with what you have, aren't you?"

"Oh, the Ronman is happy." His grin won him a soft kiss.

Rufus poked his head out of his pocket. "Ahem."

Kim sighed. "You're right, Rufus, time for mission mode." A grim faced Kim and Ron walked up the steps to the now sheepish Captain Grossman, Dr. Director and N. Trusive. Kim's tone was not kind.

"Who's in charge of this sitch?"

"That would be me." Grossman raised his hand.

Green eyes locked his in a stare. "What are Drakken and Shego up to?"

He shook his head. "We don't know. All I was told was to block off down town and to surround the Central Bank."

"So, what's in the bank that Drakken and Shego would want?" Kim turned her wrist to where she could see her Kimmunicator.

"Hey, Kim." Wade set down his super slurpster and flexed his fingers. "What's up?"

"Drakken and Shego are going for the Central Bank in Go City."

"You want me to see what they're after?"

"Please and thank you." Kim exchanged smiles with Ron. In a moment Wade was ready.

"This is weird, Kim. There's nothing there! I mean, there's a lot of cash, and plenty of safety deposit boxes, but no schematics, rare metals or minerals, no high tech of any kind. Nothing that Drakken could use for any device." He looked apologetic. "I'll keep looking. Maybe he has a new 'Lil Diablo scheme, something subtle."

Kim took it all in stride. "Well, I'm pretty sure he isn't trying to take over Go City. Oh well, we don't have to know his plan, we just need to foil it. Ready, Ron?"

"All set, KP." Ron brought his hand into his fist. Rufus nodded his readiness.

"Okay, everybody, let's go!"

GBB!

The ninth floor passed without incident. Instead of weakening, Drakken felt more alert. Perhaps it was because they were nearing their objective. Maybe it was just Shego. He had never seen her so determined, even when the world was at stake.

"One more flight, Doc." Shego stopped for a moment to stretch. Drakken bent over, catching his breath.

"Shego, we've gone up twelve flights, but we haven't seen any guards. Who does Go City Hall security?"

"Don't know. Maybe we'll miss them all." She turned back to the stairs and almost ran into a pair of burly uniformed men. Shego raised a glowing hand, but they made no hostile move.

The first man tilted his head. "Too bad we don't see nobody, Tom."

"Yeah," the second man agreed, "we was sure they'd be on this floor, Dan."

Drakken and Shego made way for the men as they walked down the steps. They read the patches on their shoulders. Consala Brothers Security. The first one looked back up over his shoulder before they passed out of sight. "Wherever they are, the Family wants them to know, they done good."

His words were like a tonic to Drakken. "Come on, Shego, let's do it!"

They cleared the last flight and ran down the hallway. The large doors to the City Council room were unguarded and unlocked.

GBB!

A few floors down the steps rumbled under dozens of shoes and boots. Team Possible led the GCPD, the IHP, the Agency and Global Justice. A swarm of uniforms and a forest of weapons followed Drakken and Shego.

Finally Kim got impatient. She wrapped an arm around Ron and pulled out her grapple gun. They sailed up, bypassing the ninth, tenth and eleventh floors.

GBB!

The City Council chambers had the rich wood paneling, old portraits and a long horse shoe table. Shego ran from place to place, touching ink wells and name plates.

"The key's here somewhere." She bit her lip. "But which place, and what item?'

"Actually, it's the fountain pen over here." Councilman Grafton held a gun on them as he walked in from the Mayor's office. "This was the seat of the legendary Hanover Fist. He built the exit." Grafton pulled the pen out and a panel slid back.

"Still works perfectly, but it's always been well maintained."

"I suppose you want the money?" Shego sounded calm as she set the suitcase down on the table.

The Councilman caressed the handle. "A quarter million: the down payment for the school grounds of St. Ag's. The start of a whole new era of uptown renewal."

"That'll take a lot of money." The pale vixen observed.

"We'll have it. My associate…"

"You mean, Bullman?" Drakken cut in.

Grafton looked shocked. "So, he ain't so good at keeping secrets. Yeah, the Agency man's the cash cow. It's gonna take…"

"Four, five million?" Shego's smirk confused him. "He's been playing you for a sap. We took a good ten million off him. He was going to buy it all right out from under you. You set it up, and he cashes it in."

"You're lying!"

"Money talks." Shego rested against the table. "I've got a storage unit with a lot to say."

"We'll see," Grafton picked up the suitcase, "let's take…"

"A perp walk?" A grill fell to the floor and Kim Possible, Ron Stoppable, and Rufus jumped to the floor. "You are all through!"

As Grafton started to draw down on Team Possible, Shego blasted the suitcase. Flying Franklins caught the Councilman's eye. Before he could grab any, Kim's side kick sent him flying over the table.

"Ron," she called, "get Drakken and Shego!"

But the Green and Blue Team had already moved. They ran into the Mayor's office. A green flash and the door knob was fused. Shego ran across the room to and pulled back the window curtain.

Police stood at the doors of the Central Bank. The money was in the Council room, along with the way across the street. Shego stood there, looking like a penniless child staring at the display window of a candy store.

Drakken's heart sank. He put his hand on Shego's shoulder. His mind searched for the right words.

A multicolored jet made a vertical landing in front of the bank. Hego jumped out, followed by one of the twins. They turned and looked back up. A little old lady in a habit stood up in the cockpit. Heroic hands helped her and her suitcase down the ladder. The police opened the bank's doors for them.

"She did it!" Shego laughed.

"Uh, Shego, isn't that our money she's carrying?"

Her smile did not change. "Were we going to get to keep it? Who cares? We'll steal more!" She gave him a fierce and most unexpected hug. While he stood by in shock, she went back to the window.

"The bank's open, but there're no customers to slow Mother Superior down. She has a straight shot to the Loan Office. She should be in there now." Her face was alive with excitement. "They need a couple of minutes to count the bills with the machine. And they should be done…now!"

Shego's smile was real, had he ever seen it before? "She should have the note and be coming out."

Hego and the twin followed Mother Superior back to the jet. It took off and flew off in triumph.

Shego jumped up and down like a school girl.

"WE DID IT! Just you and me, Dr. D. Well, you and me, the Band, the Church, the Family, Team Go and God, but we did it! WE SAVED ST. AG'S!"

She was dancing now. "And she tried to stop us! You saw it, she was out to stop us, and she didn't! Mother Superior was right, I got what I wanted, more than anything.

"I BEAT KIM POSSIBLE!"

Drakken watched her while she celebrated. Her hair tossed, her teeth flashed, her eyes sparkled. She looked so happy and he realized that he wanted her to have that look forever.

Something had stirred in Drakken the past few days, something he never knew he had: courage. He called on it one more time, and made his move.

GBB!

The Mayor's door gave way under Kim's kick. Team Possible rushed in, followed by the city's, state's, nation's and world's finest. A horde of law enforcement spilled into the chamber.

No lights were on and the shades were drawn. The Forces of Good advanced out of the light from the Council room and into darkness. Eyes and ears strained for signs of the villains within.

A soft green light appeared. An outstretched hand held up a forefinger in the readily recognized request. 'Just a minute, please.'

"Rufus," Ron spoke, "hit the lights."

Using his superior vision, the naked mole rat sought out a switch. Sixty people gasped.

Drakken sat on the desk, Shego sat in his lap. He pulled her close as they kissed. Her right arm was around his shoulders, while her left arm extended outward toward their pursuers. The hand went down and the fingers extended. Kim and Dr. Director gawked at the diamond.

Special Agent N. Trusive brought up his gun. Dr. Director's kick sent it flying. As he looked up at it Kim's fist powered into his right jaw. He staggered to his left, right into Special Agent Un Warn Ated's elbow. N. Trusive's eyes crossed and he passed out.

The assembly looked down at the agent for a moment, and then back to the scene at the desk. Everyone followed Rufus' lead.

"Awwwwwww."