Monday dawned overcast and cloudy. Technically, the first day of school vacation had been a couple days ago, but this was your first day really feeling it. You'd still been dealing with Shego's 'mentoring' over the weekend, but now, now you were free! Mostly anyway. You had some important stuff to do this week, but that was for later. Today, you were just going to hang with Kim.

Means of transportation aside, your day started off like most had once upon a time. You got on your transportation and headed over to the Possibles. Mrs Dr P greeted you at the door like she always did, with a smile and a nod, and Mr Dr P was doing the same thing he did every morning, relaxing and reading his paper. You could hear Jim and Tim playing around with something in the garage, even this early in the morning you could hear the distinct type of explosive sound that signified some sort of rocketry experiment. The only thing missing was Kim, but then she was never really a morning person.

You sat at the breakfast table and enjoyed some grade A homecooking from Mrs Dr P while you waited.

"We haven't seen you around much the last month or two Ron, how have you been?" She asked as she passed the eggs.

"Ah yeah, I've been pretty busy lately, sorry about not coming over as much!"

"We heard Ronald," Mr Dr P put in from behind his paper, "Kimmie was very impressed that your grades have improved so much! It's good to hear you're finally applying yourself!"

"Yes, we were just a bit concerned you were keeping things balanced. We know Kim's had some trouble with that, and we didn't want to see you have the same problems." Mrs Dr P had been worried about you? That was nice of her.

"I've got things under control Mrs Dr P," you replied, "I just have a lot more going on now than I ever did before. But hey, it's winter vacation now! I've got way less demands now so I thought I'd spend some time with Kim now that I can!"

"Ron!" Speak of the devil. And hey she's hugging you, that's cool. Kim looked at your shoulder closely and nodded happily. "Wow, I guess Drakken actually knows what he's doing sometimes!"

"Drakken?!" her parents chimed in. Oh, this wasn't going to end well.

"Yeah, Ron kinda jumped on a metaphorical grenade for me last week. He distracted Shego and kept her away from anybody else at school during Career week," Kim frowned, "Unfortunately, she wasn't exactly Mentor of the Year material. She got Ron hurt and then rather than take him to a hospital or something she took him to Drakken of all people!" Kim Shuddered, and her parents were looking preeetty worried. Luckily, she caught that and kept talking.

"Apparently, Drakken's got medical training Mom. He's got a Paramedic license and everything," Kim shrugged, "I wouldn't trust it, but Ron's dressing looked good, and there's no evidence he was even scratched now, so I'm not going to worry about it."

She cocked her head, "Well, unless Ron starts mutating into some kind of mutant beaver or something."

You all had a good laugh at that, though given what you've been dealing with at Kim's side and away from it, it probably wasn't something you should dismiss. Mutants were way more common than most people thought.

After that, Kim sat down and ate, and you just soaked in the atmosphere of Chez Possible. It was good to spend time with Kim again like this. So good in fact, that you ended up spending the whole day with her.

The two of you hung out around Middleton, saved some hikers lost in the Rockies, and just generally did Ron and Kim friend stuff. Hanging at the mall, responding to some relatively local hits on her site, and the two of you even got some time in the old treehouse. Man, that thing was built to last! It'd been too long since you'd had a good old fashioned day with Kim.

You'd almost forgotten how much fun you had hanging with Kim, and as the day wore on you could see the tension drain out of her. She'd started the morning with a running tackle hug, so you knew she wasn't at her best. Thankfully, it looked like just spending some time doing normal stuff was enough to get her back on an even keel. You saw her smile more as things moved from morning to night, and you were glad you'd taken the time to hang out with her.

The day ended at Bueno Nacho and you were grande sizing everything. It'd been way too long since you'd been able to splurge on fast food with your best bud. You hadn't really talked about anything heavy so far, but now was probably the best time.

"Hey Kim?" you asked cautiously as she tore into her salad.

"Yes, Ron?" she replied after swallowing her rabbit food, "What's up?"

"Today was awesome KP. We really should hang out more often." She smiled, and rolled her eyes.

"You know Ron, we actually CAN do that. We just have to schedule better. We've both got got tons of extracurriculars going on now, but still you know what my dad says.

"Anything's possible for a Possible," you chorused with her.

"Yeah, I guess," you sighed, "I just wish I had more time this week. I think the best I'm gonna be able to manage during break is maybe a meal a day. Usually breakfast."

"You have that much stuff already planned?" Kim asked, dismayed.

"Mister B is not letting up KP!" you cried out in response, "I have paperwork, club activities, and god only knows what else! How do you deal with the time constraints?!"

"Well Ron," Kim chuckled, "Mostly I was just careful. Remember when I almost went nuts trying to stop Bonnie from taking the Cheer Captain spot from me?"

You thought for a moment, "That week we were dealing with Agent Du? Aka Mister Super Straitlaced?"

"Mhm," Kim hummed, "I was totally losing it until I stopped for a minute and just relaxed. Bonnie didn't have the work ethic she'd need to keep up with all the responsibilities being Cheer Captain comes with. I took a really important lesson from that."

"What was it KP? I could use the advice!"

"Don't stress about what you can't do. Try and take things as they come and always do your best, but don't freak out if things don't go your way."

You raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Really KP? You practicing what you preach?"

"Ehhhh," Kim said a guilty laugh, "I haven't always? But it's still always something I try to keep in mind. Just do what you can Ron, and if something's too much, then let it go until you can deal with it."

Hmm. You rolled that around in your head for a bit, while you watched Rufus attempt to drown himself in cheese while Ned was occupied in the back. Good advice! Maybe things wouldn't get to you as much if you kept it in mind. Freaking out only made things worse after all, if you'd learned nothing else in the last few weeks, you'd learned that.

"OK KP," You nodded firmly, "I'll give it a shot! No promises how well I'll do, but I'll try!"

"Great Ron! And I'm glad we'll at least have some more hang out time this week," Kim sighed, "Even if it's a bit less than I might hope." Kim got up, having finished her salad while you were thinking and headed to throw out her trash.

You hurried up behind her, and tossed your own dinner detritus out before wrapping an arm around her in a one armed hug, "Kim, you're my best friend. No matter what else changes, that never will."

Kim hugged you back as the two of you headed out the door, "Thanks Ron, I'm glad to hear it."

You promenaded back to your bike, and she looked at it closely, "You're sure I can't drive this thing?"

"Sorry KP," you said as you passed her her helmet, "If you want to drive the Ronshine you need the right license!" Completely ignoring the fact that your license was less than one hundred percent illegal you whistled for Rufus who came running out of Bueno Nacho covered in cheese with Ned yelling at him, "Come back here and take your medicine like a man you rodent!"

Rufus ran up to your shoulder and shook off the remaining cheese, making you and Kim wince away. You shrugged, high fived the little dude, and got on your bike. Kim swung on behind you, grabbed onto you and you shot into the night.

Not a bad end to a badical day!

XxX

The next morning you managed to have breakfast with Kim again. It was nice, even if she did seem a bit down that you were only available for breakfast. Still, you had a good time, and you thought that Mr and Mrs Dr P were reassured you were going to be around a bit more. Having parental types actively interested in you in a positive way was always a good thing. Your parents weren't around this week, having left for an emergency actuarial conference in sunny Acapulco. They'd probably be back by New Years. It was disappointing, but not all bad.

Hego had called and left a message last night, telling you to show up at the Middleton Municipal Jetport at 9, so after you finished your bacon and eggs, mmm bacon, you drove over on your scooter. It wouldn't be right to just leave Last Dawn in the Jetport parking lot after all.

You weren't sure what to expect, but a white supersonic jet covered in splashes of red, blue, purple, and green was not it. It looked like something one of the more corporate controlled pop groups would use, designed to look cool, but not... really actually cool. It wasn't bad though!

The hatch over the cockpit opened up, and you saw Mego inside. He threw a ladder down over the side and gestured for you to climb up. You did, and he sighed as you clambered into one of the seats. "I'm the only one besides Shego who's got a certification to fly this thing anymore. Hego's too busy with his 'career' to keep up his pilot's license." He shrugged, "Still, this means you get to spend half an hour hearing all about me!" You cringed.

This was going to be a long flight.

XxX

By the time you landed on the Go Tower you were ready to claw your eyes out. Mego would Not Shut Up about himself. Dear god was his name apt. Every time you tried to get a word in edgewise he'd just steamroll right over you. It'd gotten so bad that Rufus was curled up in your pocket, whimpering!

Finally, you touched down on a landing platform that extended from the top of the Go Tower. After the jet was fully stopped, the ramp retracted, and you realized that the whole landing strip retracted into the Tower. You'd totally missed the pod bay doors last time, and the jet slowly descended into the tower on top of an elevator.

Once the elevator had stopped, the hatch popped open and you leapt out of the cockpit. FREEDOM! SWEET FREEDOM! Unfortunately, there wasn't a ladder this time so you had to flail a bit as you fell a couple meters. Thankfully, your recent training in learning how to actually handle yourself meant you didn't injure yourself, but you didn't cut the smoothest figure.

"We'll have to work on your landings," you heard a voice say. You turned and saw Hego standing there, one hand around his chin, "Proper appearances are a very important part of Superheroing!"

You could already tell this was going to be... interesting.

Hego lead you down to the training area, and Mego followed with an unpleasant smirk on his face. You found the twins already there, running through an obstacle course of some kind. The room looked like a full combat gym. You'd seen this kind of thing at Global Justice bases before with Kim, usually right before she took them on and utterly wrecked all of the gym records. Rather than direct you to any of the weights, the lap ring, or the obstacle course, Hego turned to you and explained what the plan was.

"Alright, our plan for today is to see where you stand. According to Shego, you've got some kind of superhuman awareness. Do you have any other abilities that are more than human?"

You thought about that for a minute. You're pretty fit, but out and out superhero stunts tend to be more Kim's thing than yours. Still, there's one or two things you should probably mention here.

"The first time I got my powers I could do some serious martial arts. I'm not exactly super trained at those. I went to some of the same lessons as Kim, but I haven't kept up with it like she has. Other than that, there was this weird dream I had. Normally, I can't remember much about my dreams, but this one was really vivid."

"Go on," Hego gestured for you to continue.

"There was this ancient temple and I had to pick from one of three different weapons, each of which was glowing with a different color. I ended up picking a handgun that shone with the light of the sun."

"Hm," Hego murmured, "Yellow then, that would fit." He turned to where the twins had just finished the Obstacle Course and motioned for them to come over.

"Mister Stoppable," he said firmly, "We have no real idea what your powers may be. As I said, we're going to see where you stand. To that end we're going to have you do a little bit of everything here, and see where your baseline is for physical activity. We'll warm you up on some laps and a bit of light weight training, and then, once you've got yourself going, you'll run the obstacle course a few times."

"Sounds... good," you guessed, "Any restrictions I should be aware of?"

"Not at present," Hego replied, "I'll let you know if anything comes up. Now, to the running course!"

What followed was excruciating. You ran until your legs couldn't run, lifted until your arms wanted to fall off, and generally got pushed to your physical limits in a way that you would have avoided like the plague for most of your life. And it got you bupkiss! Nada! No super powers were forthcoming! The most you managed was a few intrigued grunts and some note taking in the peanut gallery!

At least Hego was encouraging about it. He was always very positive about things, and kept you invested in actually trying at this. Mego wandered in and out, reading Hego's notes over his shoulder now and then. The twins left early on, but promised to come back to watch the grand finale. That turned out to be a run through the Superhero Obstacle Training System at the maximum speed your tortured limbs could manage.

You dodged, you weaved, you shot the head off a couple of shady looking dummies. Overall, you thought you did fairly well. Hego was a bit more ambivalent about it.

"I understand that Shego is the one that trained you, and she's always favored pragmatism and long ranged combat, but guns are not a proper superheroic tool! It's far too easy to seriously injure an opponent if you're using firearms!" That was kinda the reason you were using them. Seriously injuring and killing man-eating monsters was your job description after all. Still, you could see where Hego was coming from, and you took his suggestions with good grace. He was helping you on his own time after all.

Sadly, even the SOTS didn't produce results. By the end of the day, all you had to show for yourself were bumps, bruises, and a lot of muscle fatigue. Hego made some reassuring noises about his notes, but you felt things had kinda been a bust. Maybe they'd go better in the future, now that Team Go knew what you could do.

Mego flew you home, and you drove your scooter slowly back to your house your muscles complaining at every sharp movement. Once you were back at Chez Stoppable you showered, and collapsed into bed. If nothing else, you'd gotten some serious exercise today.

XxX

"So then Brick, my friend, what truly brings you to the home of Senor Senior Junior on this Mid-winter's day? Surely it was not merely the urge to indulge in manly wrestling?

"I wanted to ask if you were interested in joining the club at school?"

"The Club of Hunting? While I can understand the utility of regular practice with firearms, I do not have much interest in the shooting of fluffy bunnies and such animals."

Piledriver!

"Alright I'm going to come right out and say it man. You know the supernatural exists right?" Junior rolled his eyes as if that was a dumb question, as he wormed his way out of Brick's grab.

"But of course! My primary tutor in villainy can shoot flaming blasts of hot plasma in a shade of color that should not exist in nature! It is blatantly obvious that there is more to the world than even superscience can explain!" Brick found himself subjected to a tight hold.

"Huh, cool. That makes this easier. So the club? The Hunting Club? S'not for hunting animals. S'for hunting monsters." Junior's armbar went lax as his face drooped in shock.

"EL CHUPACABRA IS REAL!?" Brick shrugged as he rolled out of the way.

"Uh... dunno about that man, but we have killed two vampires and got a changeling thief arrested?" The two men circled each other, each looking for an opening.

"Most impressive my friend! But why would you seek my aid? Am I not a paragon of Villainy?"

"Oh totally dude, Ron just wanted me to sound you out for it." Junior stopped circling, almost going limp at some revelation.

"My RIVAL!? What has He to do with this?"

"Oh he founded the club, and he's president." Junior's reply was almost immediate.

"Then I shall join your club!" Brick stopped positioning himself to tackle the man, and raised a single index finger high into the air.

"OK, but ...why?"

"Because if my rival is leader of this club then I too shall hunt that which threatens all of mankind! I will not allow him to move ahead of me by honing his skill against supernatural predators while I do not! The gap would be immeasurable before long! Such would be INTOLERABLE!"

"...Cool."

Junior nodded.

"I am, yes. Now, I believe there is paperwork we must do?"

XxX

It was Wednesday and this afternoon was briefing time. Viv had e-mailed the club her findings, sparse as they were, and you were going over them at the School parking lot where you'd all congregated before heading over to the place of evil.

You'd printed out part of it, a map, and were using it as a visual aide to help with your explanations. You pointed out the various camps, Clown Camp, Band Camp, Science Camp, and the nexus of darkness itself, Camp Wannaweep.

The map helped a lot with your planning, but beyond that information had been scarce. The only thing of note that Viv had found was a recently filed missing persons report by Doctor Lurkin, the mutation expert who'd taken custody of Gill after you'd saved the cheer squad from him. According to the good doctor, Gill was one hundred percent human again, but he'd just not not come home from school the Friday before break. Viv's briefing included a picture of Gill, or maybe Gil, in human form, skinny, black hair, olive skin, and a swimmer's build, as well as some mugshots of mutant Gill, taller, muscled, scaled, and oozing swamp muck.

You didn't know what Gil(l?) was planning but if he'd only just run away from home he couldn't be too far into his plans. The fact that he hadn't had time to create a super mutant army certainly raised morale in the parking lot, and you all piled into your respective vehicles and made for the horrific abomination that was... Camp Wannaweep.

The drive itself wasn't too terrible- you didn't get thrown off the road into the mouth of hell again for one- and the view itself was pretty nice at sunset for the most horrible place on earth ever since the scientists cleaned up the lake. Your bike wasn't coming along right now, you didn't want to risk associating your beautiful ride with a damned place such as this. Instead, you found yourself in the middle of Tara's van, as the blonde hummed the latest Britina hit to herself. Bonnie sat passenger side, trying her best not to get the earworm stuck in her head was you sort of silently allowed yourself to get through panicking now.

You tried to do your best to control the sinking feeling in your gut as your group piled into the forsaken hell that was Camp Wannaweep. Alongside Tara's van was Mr. Barkin's army surplus Humvee, and the nondescript car Shego used when she went to work at Middleton High. The five of you were already in your Henchco gear, and with a quick raid on Mr. B's truck, each of you that needed them were carrying the assault rifles with flashlight you'd insisted on bringing along. Each of you had two extra magazines ready in case you ran out, though you didn't really think that was likely.

Since you had a lot of area to cover, the five of you split into two pairs with Tara as backup. Mr. B and Bonnie would sweep through the place from the bottom, going towards the accursed Lake and searching the resident's cabins. You would work with Shego from the top of the Camp, moving down through the arts and crafts area you knew so well. Tara would wait at the van, ready to get all of you out as fast as possible if things went wrong. You always needed to have an evacuation prepared if you wanted to fight crazy swamp monsters! Each of you drew your masks up, and turned on the lights you'd attached to the bottom of your guns before setting out towards your objective. Tara raised her gun and gave all of you a thin smile, silently wishing all of you luck as you walked into the worst place on earth.

As you walked through the blasted swamplands of the camp, you looked through the doors for any signs of use, or even simply movement. You swore you saw something out of the corner of your eyes before, something sickly green and totally gill-like. Of course, when you turned your flashlight there you only saw a sickly-looking fern, but it was a menacing, sickly looking piece of foliage. After that, you didn't really get anything else of note. There were a few animals moving around, but nothing actually mutated that you could see. The first building both of you barged into was similarly cleared. The mess hall right next to it was also pretty much empty, though there had been signs of some squirrels eating whatever nasty excuse for food was left in the pantry. It was probably those demonic little rodents that always seemed to find their way into the cabins when everyone was getting ready for bed. Shego was next to you, uncharacteristically silent compared to her normal self. She seemed tense, almost like she could feel something was just wrong with the place like you always could. Maybe it was just the supernatural stuff, but it did help calm you down a little bit.

You weren't the only one getting weirded out here. Going through the boat shed, you continued to find a funny lack of pretty much anything happening, though on your walk to the next building a racoon family walked close enough to hiss at you before walking towards the mess hall, presumably to exercise their own terrible taste in garbage. Next was the only place you'd really liked, or at least hadn't actively hated, during your stay at this hellhole- the Arts and Crafts Cabin. It was a nice little place far away from most of the horrors of this place. As your flashlight passed through one of the windows, you found a silhouette of something inside. With a small motion, the two of you were at the door. Shego moved her right hand to her lips and let out a sharp whistle for Bonnie and Mr. B to hear before the two of you opened to do-

Green.

You gun opened up on instinct at the scales your flashlight revealed. Sadly, you'd twitched a bit too wildly and the bullets sprayed out towards a lab kit in the back of the room. The sound of shattering glass was accompanied by a small blast of green plasma that almost hit the thing, had it not been smart enough to get out of the way. The thing launched itself at Shego, but she just grabbed the creepy thing mid-jump and tossed it back into the cabin.

While it was down, you unloaded a small burst into the thing. It made sounds of pain, and you could see some greyish-red blood flowing from where you'd hit it, but they didn't just finish the thing off like you'd expected. Shego took the opportunity you'd made to stomp on the thing a few times for good measure until all the fight in the thing was gone.

It whimpered from the spot on the floor where it was laying as you walked up to it. The creature was strange, something you hadn't seen before. The scales in the thing were similar to the ones Gil had, but different. Thicker, maybe. Possibly darker too. It was honestly pretty creepy, and something beyond your mind just scratched at you as wrong as the things wheezed below you and shifted a little, showing off a small glint of bronze worked into the shape of two bones with the word Chopper engraved on it. You felt a bit of bile rising into your throat.

A dog. It was a mutated dog. This wasn't some freak accident either. The collar was still on the pet, so it probably didn't just wander into a the taint of Wannaweep. No, someone had to do this, intentionally.

Gil.

Shego cringed at the realization but otherwise remained calm. The mutated creature looked up at you with a single, sickly yellow slitted eye. You pushed down whatever remorse you felt for the thing as you lifted your gun straight to it's head, flicked the firing mode to semi-automatic and ended its life in a shot. It was the most merciful thing you thought you could do.

Behind you, Bonnie made some retching noises into the area right next to the stairs. She probably lost whatever dinner she'd had beforehand. She pulled out a napkin to clean some vomit off of her face before haggardly looking at you with a mixed expression in her eyes. You weren't exactly sure she knew what she was feeling right now. Whatever it was, though, it probably wasn't great.

Mr Barkin… well, he seemed to have left the building. He was standing there, staring at the dog with a far-off look in his eye. You moved towards him, but he jerked away from you at the last second. There wasn't any outbursts or even emotions running through his face. He simply turned around and started walking away, ambling towards the vehicles. You followed him, hoping to see if something was up.

"Hey, Mr B? You okay?" No response. "You there?" Nothing. Walking along, you finally made it back to the cars. Mr. B simply opened to door to his Humvee and sat there, staring out into space.

"Hey Loser, where's Tara?" Bonnie almost made you jump. You hadn't thought she'd followed you back. You scanned the vehicles quickly to confirm what she had said, and surely enough Tara was not there. You looked around the van she was in when you pulled up. As you walked towards the driver's seat, you heard a small thump as your foot collided with something on the ground.

It was her gun. The sinking feeling that you'd had in your gut grew a little bit larger. You'd been pretty thorough in your search, so you were pretty sure that meant Gil couldn't be in the camp. That really only left one place in the area.

You gripped your rifle a bit harder and turned towards the dark, foreboding woods in on the other side of the Camp. Bonnie understood what you meant, and started walking into the thick, dark foliage of the place with her flashlight at the ready. Coming from farther away, Shego advanced towards the forest, her green glowing hands providing an eerie light. You looked over to Mr. B, who seemed totally out of it, and sighed. He'd probably beat himself up over this later, but you really didn't have any other choice. You left him behind to follow your other companions.

The place was even creepier than the rest of the damnable camp. You could hear animals everywhere, though none of them sounded anything resembling natural or normal. Everywhere you turned, you saw small flashes of the sickly green color you knew indicated Gil or the creatures like him. You kept Bonnie and Shego in sight, making sure you knew nothing would happen to them right now as they looked through the cursed forest. After couple of minutes spent doing nothing but walking and extensively looking through the gaps between the trees, you finally managed to hear something.

Someone was talking. Your pace picked up to track the noise, and your two companions fell in behind you. A few seconds later, you came upon a clearing to see your enemy.

A thickly scaled Gil, with Tara suspended on a wooden board over a green pool that looked waaaay too much like the lake for you comfort. To his side were three more green-scaled creatures, eat looking menacingly at you while he ranted.

"You're just a SQUEEB! Your mutation will be the beginning of my revenge on Stoppable! The first of many! The perfection of mutation is the future! Congratulations! You'll be my-"

Bonnie stepped forward and accidentally snapped a twig, stopping Gil short. He turned to you with a menacing smile on his face.

"Well, hello. The Head Squeeb. How are you doing, Ronnie?" You snarled.

"Let her go, Gil. Do that and no one gets hurt." He laughed, a cruel, nasty thing.

"Why would I want that, squeeb? The pretty lady here is going to serve a pretty important purpose, you know. You see, after you and your little friends caught me I came to an epiphany," He motioned to himself, "I like being Gill the swamp monster. I realized that people like me are the next step in humanity's evolution. My adoptive father didn't agree, of course, but he was more than willing to teach an eager young scientist. A few months in, and I managed to save a few useful samples of the swamp water from the cleanup. And then I got a little curious, you know? So I tested it on a squirrel that I caught in my adoptive father's yard," He pointed to one of the freaky little things, "the results speak for themselves! After that I couldn't help but see how far I could go. Now, I figured out my true purpose: I SHALL REMAKE THE WORLD IN MY OWN IMAGE!" Well, that was certainly disturbing. And unusually over the top for Gil.

"Gil, you need help." He cackled.

"No, I don't think I do. Now the-" One of the animals started to growl, the largest one out of the three. Before Gil could stop it, the mutant jumped straight towards you. Luckily, your arm already snapped to the thing and before it made it halfway to you there was an assault rifle bullet going through it's head. Gil looked at the thing, dumbstruck. After a few more seconds, he looked back to you.

"YOU BROUGHT ASSAULT RIFLES?! WHO DOES THAT?!" You pointed the thing at him.

"Someone who knows what he was going up against, that's who. Now let Tara go." He paused in shock for a few seconds, before adopting the same creepy grin.

"Okay, I can release her." Well, that was gre-

He pushed the wooden thing forward and Tara flew into into the tainted muck with a splash.

"GET THEM!" He shouted to the squirrels before running away from the group of you. The first one jumped towards Shego only to be caught and burned with a horrendous stench that threw your aim off on the second once, that attached itself to you. Bonnie, meanwhile ran towards the Lagoon, trying to pull Tara out. The scaly squirrel tried to bite you and claw at your skin, but you kept shifting around enough that it couldn't hit you. Your little dance continued until you felt a powerful thump and a small splattering on your back. You looked behind your shoulder to see Shego looking at you with a small smile on her face. Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to ignore the gross feeling seeping down your back.

"You go right, I'll go left. Let's get him." She nodded, bolting into the woods at a slight angle while you went at away from her. You moved as fast as you could while keeping yourself alert. You tried to find any flash of Gil's green as you charged throughout the forest. You saw something out of the corner of your eyes, and in response your gun barked out, hitting a mutated rat instead of Gil. With an angry sigh, you continued searching around and continued through the brush. A few minutes later, you saw a small rustle in a shrub five feet away. You saw another flash of sickly green, and you switched the rifle to automatic. With a snarl, you unloaded five bullets toward the bush. The cry of pain was enough to signal your guess was correct. As Gil stumbled out into the open, you snarled.

You were going to end his little reign of terror. He seemed pretty banged up from the stuff, with a few cuts that oozed red across his skin but nothing too serious. You started to fire, but he knew what you were doing and rolled out of the way.

"You're going to have to try harder than that, squeeb." He growled at you, before lunging towards you. You tried to dodge to the best of your ability, but you knew you were getting tired as two scaled fists impacted into your stomach. You reeled back, firing off a few rounds you weren't surprised wouldn't hit before rolling away from your enemy. He flew forwards in a diving tackle, pinning you to the ground and throwing your rifle to the side. His fists impacted on your face over and over, breaking your nose and probably a few teeth. He tried to land a few more hits, hoping to knock you out, but a pair of fiery green hands grabbed his back before he could throw those punches. With a single motion, Shego threw Gil against a tree and followed up with a kick squarely in the stomach. He weakly raised a hand to stop her assault, but she slapped the thing down with a claw of plasma, before grabbing his head. With a ripping noise, the fight was over.

"WAIT, I SURRENDER!" You looked back to where Gil's corpse should have been, revealing an entirely human head beneath what must have been a very life-like suit. You wiped some of the blood trickling down your face with your left hand while your right pulled out one of the pistols and pointed it squarely at his forehead. Gil seemed eerily calm about the whole matter.

"Let's just get this over with. Call GJ and take me away. The game's over, squeeb," Your grip tightened.

"This isn't a game, Gil. You were hurting people, threatening my friends. I won't just let that fly."Gil laughed.

"Come on, Ron, we both know that isn't in you," You didn't move and his eyes widened a little bit, "You can't just do that, man. This isn't how this is supposed to go."

Your grip slacked a bit, and he smiled.

"This will be just another mission. Just call GJ so they can sort everything out." Yeah, Gil could get arrested by Dr Director's people. Your pulled the gun back a bit more.

"It'll just be like any other supervillain. Let me serve my time." A small voice in the back of your head kept your hands where they were, though. A tiny little fact itched in the back of your head.

Would you go through the motions, only to fight him again? Because that was how you knew that would go.

"Look man, just make the right decision," He smiled weakly, "Just like Kim would." Yeah, he was right. You would make the right decision.

You…

[] Tell Shego to call GJ.

[] Fired the pistol.