*DING DONG*

The blue man slept through the first ring of his doorbell. His snores alone rivaled the volume of the ringing due to his harsh slumber.

*DING DONG*

"Huh.." The man slightly said to himself with a slur as his head rose from the pillow. He could feel the world spin the moment the light of the mid-noon sun hit his face. He could see his surroundings, though they were not clear.

*DING DONG*

"Who goes there!" He shouted with a drunken voice, mashing all the words together. He quickly sat up in attempt to roll to his feet. With his terrible balance he accidentally flung himself off the side of the bed, and hitting the carpeted floor. In a second's notice, he was back to his feet, swatting at the air as if someone had entered the room to threaten him.

*DING DONG*

Then it finally hit him. The front door.

He dropped his sluggish, defensive and terrible fighting style, then slouched his head in annoyance. "Visitors.. mmm..." He growled to himself, rewrapping himself in his sleeping robe.

After about three full minutes of stumbling to get out of the bedroom, Lipsky made it into the living room. His mind and sight were finally beginning to catch up with him, as the sun struck him in the face. He turned to look at the blinders that covered the window next to his front door, and saw two silhouettes. He narrowed his eyes at the two and stopped in his tracks.

"The hell are you?" He thought to himself, continuing to stare at the duo.

He watched the lean one reach up and scratch his scalp with one finger, while the curvier one-clearly female-swatted her hair over her shoulder. But what really caught his attention, was the voice of the boy.

"Why would he be living in a house in the suburbs?" He heard the high pitched voice of the boy.

Click.

All the pieces came together in his head, as he lightly gasped, his eyes bulging out of his skull.

As sober as he could, he quickly paced himself to the front door and reached for the lock above the door knob. He turned the cylinder lock to recede back into the door, then turned the handle as he flung open the door. He froze in place.

There they were. The exact two he had suspected.

"Hello, Drakken... mind if we come in?"
-

Juarez, Mexico

"GAK-"

The last breath of the Mexican cartel leader's was exhaled, followed by the Rogue retracting her blade from his chest. She lightly swatted the sword down to shake off most of the blood from the sharp edges. As she turned around to place the sword in her sheath, she walked away from the dead man.

She made her way towards her arranged exit of the drug lord's house, passing every single corpse that had been her doing.

She hadn't planned on killing that many members in one sitting, given her intel told her the cartel leader would be the only one there. Though, she didn't sweat a single drop, due to their efforts of fighting back were barbaric and primitive. Everything they could do, she could do better, faster, and easier.

Kicking down the half shot up and half sliced open door, she felt a buzz in the pocket of her cargo pants. Ignoring the device in her pocket vibrating, she continued her way out of the safe house and out into the gloomy and cloudy weather.

The buzzing continued to vibrate along her leg, finally beginning to irritate her. She snarled as she reached in her side pocket to draw out a small handheld device. The device consisted of a screen that covered the top half, along with a small thumbprint scanner and a handful of small black buttons. The clear screen repeatedly flashed red in alert of someone attempting to contact her.

She stopped her pacing and stood still, narrowing her eyes at the blinking screen.

She hesitated for a brief moment, then clicked the center button. The flashing on the screen stopped, revealing a dark, scrambled silhouette of a person, very clearly male. There wasn't much to go off of, though it didn't matter, she already knew his identity.

"Good work. I'm already seeing reports of it on television." The cryptic voice said.

She didn't answer. She never did.

"Come back to the compound. You're needed here." He spoke again.

That was always one of her least favorite things to hear from him. Because she knew what it meant, and it was never a good thing. It most commonly consisted of something he called "reaugmentation", which was just a smoother term for getting touched up.

"You're drastically improving. Only two more targets before we hit our goal. Then, you'll be set loose on the newly reacquainted Team Possible, where you can do what you please. Now, return to us. So we may finish what we've started."

She stared at the screen briefly-annoyed-before he finally cut off the signal.

Team Possible...

The one thing that was on her mind more than anything lately, was Team Possible. The covert team she quickly came to hate, though couldn't quite understand why. There were many things she didn't understand in this world. After all, she still considered herself 'new' to life.

And one of those many mysteries, was behind her hatred. She felt as if she was... programmed to. Like she was created for this one purpose. Yes, she knew her life mission was to eliminate the scum of the earth. It's why she had been recruited to do so in the first place. Though, it didn't feel like that was the one reason she was here.

She had grown tired of debating with herself about it. It had to be dealt with. And she knew better than anyone, that her chance would be soon.
-

"Dude... what happened to your lair?" The tall and lanky boy asked.

"I *burp* sold it on Vbay." The ex-con briefly replied from the kitchen.

"Vbay?" Kim confusingly questioned, sitting next to Ron on the couch. The two saw Drakken turn the corner of the kitchen and enter the living room with a handful of beverages for his... guests..?

He sat down two mugs of coffee on coasters (coasters!) on his living room table that matched the colors of the room. He too had a mug, but there was no coffee present. In fact, Kim got a strong, spicy whiff of his mug as he walked up to them.

"Coffee? It's like 2 PM-" Ron was cut off by Kim smacking him on the arm.

"Your coffee smells... different?" She was genuinely curious as to what the blue man had in his mug. She watched him take a long, long sip of his beverage, and swallow whole. "Coffee? This is a Bloody Mary." He casually answered.

Kim and Ron both exchanged odd glances of his reply.

He continued to sip in a long, drawn out swig of his afternoon beverage, making the two more uncomfortable than ever. Their eyes and Drakken's never left one another. Kim cleared her throat to shift the sound away from his loud sipping.

"So... Drakken, what have you been up to these days?" She tried to say anything she could, just to make herself comfortable again. But wow, was that a failure.

His long and tedious sip, had turned into a full on chug. He never once blinked, or turned his narrowed gaze away from the teens.

"How much alcohol does he have in that mug?" Ron loudly whispered in shock to Kim's ear. She didn't respond, as she was just as in awe as he was.

After what seemed like another five minutes of blank staring and disturbingly awkward chugging, Drakken finally slammed his mug down on the coffee table. On a coaster, of course.

"Why are you two here, Possible.." He spoke faintly. His eyes were narrowed with lifeless color. One of his eyelids were lower than the other, clearly from lack of sleep, or abundance of alcohol. Though, they couldn't tell which.

"Look, we need your help-

"Really? You need my help?," He said a bit louder, in a sarcastic voice, "Boy it sure is funny how that works, isn't it?" He began to wrinkle his eyebrows.

Another moment of brief uncomfortable silence fell upon the trio.

"Is it me, or is he unhappy to see us?" Ronald spoke out loud, well knowing both Kim and Drakken could hear him. "I know you're upset about what happened. Believe me, we took a hard hit about it too. But Shego was-

"Don't." His words hardened so fast not even they could see it coming. "Don't... say.. that name." He rose to his bent knees, unable to stand due to his hangover. "You don't get to say her name. Not here." He continued to patronize. They had never seen him so serious before. This all coming from the guy who's only true evil plot was using a bunch of toys to take over the world. (Though, He still didn't get very far.)

"I don't know what you think happened. But I promise you we didn't have anything to do with it. There was nothing she could do, and there was nothing we could do." Kim attempted to explain, though she knew she probably wouldn't get very far.

"I know you didn't kill Shego, Possible," His voice began to rise, "Or if that's even what you think this is about. What I also know, is that you had no intention on saving her either." His argument made her stand up as well.

"I saw it," his voice lowered, "I saw everything. You staring up at her when the dot was on her chest. Was it frozen with fear? Probably. But when has that ever been a problem for you? Huh?" His words cut through any argument Kim could dish his way like a hot knife.

There was nothing she could say. Nothing she could even think to say.

"Huh?" He repeated himself, but more aggressively.

"I don't know!" She spoke loudly, almost matching his level of anger. "Drakken, I'm sorry about what happened. I truly am. You don't think this hasn't haunted me for nearly a year? This was a life that I couldn't save! A life that was taken on my watch! I have had to live with this mistake for too long! I can't eat! I can't sleep! The past year has been a living hell!" Her voice rose higher than Drakken's.

"I understand your pain. Believe it or not, we lost her too. But you have got to stop blaming us, and clearly yourself, for something nobody had any control over." She finished her ranting. Ron and Drakken alike were stunned.

In situations as this, Ron had always known Kim as cool headed. So seeing her blow up like this was as new to him as it was to Drakken.

"Please.." Her voice fell quiet, "to prevent this from happening to more people, we desperately need your help. Drunk or sober, I don't care. But we can't do this without you.." She stopped.

Drakken looked at her in surprise, before looking over at Ron who stood behind her. The boy's eyes were as wide as his own. He looked back to Kim, his face emotionless.

"Come with me." Was all he said. He turned around, and exited the room through the hallway. He left the two exchanging belief glances, hesitant of following behind. Kim saw Ron shrug his shoulders, then finally stand up from the couch.

By the time they had caught up to him, they saw him stopping in front of an average looking door. Only except this average looking door had a retinal scan, fingerprint lock, two security cameras and a generic pad lock. All of which, he had accessed before they caught up to him.

"This must be some closet." Ron said in exaggeration. "No you buffoon, it's the entrance to my lab." Drakken barked back, already annoyed. "Hold on, you're telling me you actually have an entire lab under this house?" Kim questioned in shock.

The ex doctor didn't answer. Instead, he easily swung the wooden door open, and made his way down the stone stair steps.

The second his foot touched down on the floor below, the lights had flicked themselves on. He made his way to a large computer setup Ron would refer to as "the Batcomputer", due to its large extensive monitors and advanced setup. A single swivel chair sat before it.

"Huh," Kim said, as she looked curiously around the lab as she stopped behind Drakken, "This is one of the nicer ones you've had. To think all you needed was a house to make it so... organized." Kim shrugged, as the blue man gave her a dirty look.

He sat down in the chair, and spun around to face the large monitors. A bright blue box appeared on the middle screen with a blinking line in the center. Drakken typed his password in the box, then pressed the space bar. That's when his entire setup began to glow in multiple flashing colors-showcasing it starting up.

As Drakken reached to press a bright red button, Kim easily grabbed his arm to stop him. "Before you go any further," she said, skeptical as to why he lead them into his lab, "tell me... why did you bring us down here?"

Drakken calmly slung his arm out of her grasp, and turned back to the computer with ease.

"Take a look." He briefly spoke, pulling something up from his file browser. Each of the outside monitors on the right, began to play surveillance videos of the Rogue. On the left side, were clippings and reports in the newspaper of each of her killings. And on the center monitor, looked like something a mad man had wrote. Well, in this case, the blue mad man.

"What is... all this?" Ron asked, gazing in awe at the filled monitors.

"I may have quit being an evil genius some time ago, but after Shego's death," he paused, then looked up at one of the recordings, "I never stopped hunting her down. Hunting it down." They could feel the anger boil from Drakken's skin.

"So all this time, you had been tracking her... why?" Kim asked, though she already knew the answer. "Come on now, Possible, you're smarter than that." He stopped and stood up from the chair. "It's simple, really. I wanted to know every single thing about it. Who she went after, where she'd been seen, what kind of weapons she used-you know, designing my own algorithm. So then when I could finally predict where she would be-

"You'd kill her." Kim butted in. Drakken briefly fell into silence. She was right. He wanted nothing more than to find the vile creature, and kill it for taking Shego away from him.

"I'd kill her.", he finally answered her question, "but, in my attempt to trap her and find a fitting death for such a monster... I'd stumbled upon something." He turned back to the computer, facing the middle screen with the strange texts.

"Everything you see on this monitor, was that exact algorithm. From the coding, to the markings and graphics, are all notes I had made on her and her every move. And in doing so, I could-hypothetically-predict her next target."

"Whoa whoa, wait a second-.. did you just say... predict her next target?" Ron repeated the blue doctor.

"Precisely. It was an error that I had made in the process of creating this, but I ended up accidentally creating a pattern that could show me who and where she was going to kill next."

"And how accurate has it been..?" Kim curiously asked, starting to feel... almost nervous?

"... so far, five out of five." His statement made them freeze up. "So you're telling me, right now, we can find the next person she tries to kill, and stop her right then and there?.. Just like that?" Kim folded her arms across her chest, actually mildly alarmed.

"Just like that." Drakken calmly repeated her.

"But Shego wasn't the only reason you created this, was she." Ron then, to everyone's surprise, blurted out. Kim looked at him, almost stunned.

"Ron-

"You really made this to see when she's finally come for you, didn't you?" He said in a harsher voice, but not conflicting.

Drakken sighed, then nodded. "That was the error I found. In doing so, I wanted to calculate when she'd finally try to kill me. But strangely enough, I actually didn't care." His voice began to drop. "I'd been so low in life, I reached the bottom of the abyss. The point where I almost wanted to die."

Neither of the heroes knew what to say. Sure they had fought Drakken on countless occasions. And sure he was their sworn mortal enemy. But seeing him like this... broke their hearts.

"So," Kim began, steering away from the conversation before it got too uncomfortable, "The question still remains, will you help us?" She finally asked. This was the part she had been waiting for. The part she had been dreading. They knew he wanted her out of the picture as much as them, but it was also clear he wanted her dead. And from the sound of it, dead by his hands.

He hesitated. If he told them no, Kim would be upset, but would understand. After all, she knew the pain he was feeling.

"Let's make one thing clear," he stopped, getting stern again, "if I help you find and catch this evil, evil sack of garbage, you bring her to me first." His voice hardened in an instant like ice.

"Drakken... you know I can't do that. We both know what will happen if we-

"Bring her here, first." His voice began to grow louder, "That is the only way I help you."

Kim turned to look at Ron. He had the exact distraught look on his face that she bared. "KP..." He softly said.

"Ron," Her voice hardened as well, "you know he wants to kill her. And that's not how we do things, you know that."

"Listen! I know.." He stopped, and reached up to grab her shoulders. "If we don't stop this, right now where we can... we may never get a chance like this again. And she'll continue on her killing spree, free to roam and take out whoever she pleases. Trust me, I don't like it anymore than you do. It makes me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. But we have to make a choice here.." He softly finished, desperately trying to get her to understand.

If this were any other scenario, she would be looking at him like she was looking at a totally different person. Someone she didn't recognize. But deep down, she knew he was right. She didn't want to admit it, but they may never get a drop on her like this again.

The girl sighed in defeat, and turned back to Drakken. "On one condition," she harshly stopped, "when we bring her back here, we're here for everything. All of it. When we think you're about to do something you'll regret-

"Oh I won't regret a thing."

"-then we will pull you off of her, with any means necessary. Do we have a deal?" She began to calm down. The blue doctor studied her for a moment. He knew she wouldn't be capable of going back on her word. She was too much of a boy scout for such a barbaric move.

"Deal." He reached out, and shook her hand.

As their hands disconnected, Drakken turned back to the computer, and began to pull up his computerized prediction. The two watched an entire list of names come up, the computer sorting through them at 40,000 names per second.

"Wow. That's a lot of people she's after." Ron said in awe.

"This isn't her hit list, Buffoon. This is a generated list of possible targets for her. It sorts them in order of their most likely chance, to their least likely. It also studies their histories, to predict what their future holds. It's what actually predicts who's the forthcoming victim-

The computer began to beep in a high pitched alert, as all of the names stopped scrolling up the monitor. The attention of the three turned to the monitor. There were only 40 names on the list, all of which were in a black font. All of which, except one. The very one was blinking in red font.

"No..." Kim gasped to herself, and cupped her hand over her mouth. Even Drakken himself looked at his computer in awe.

"Let's go. Now." Kim said sternly, grabbing Ron's arm. The two ran off towards the stairs, exiting the house within a moments pass. She threw open her car door, immediately boosting down the street as Ron just began to buckle in.

Drakken was left alone in his lab. Himself, and the blinking name on the screen. The last person he'd expected.

Possible, James Timothy.