Shego's Seven
Summary: After Motor Ed betrays Shego and Drakken, she decides to get revenge by pulling off the ultimate heist. [Ocean's Eight-inspired future fic. The Seven: Shego, Bonnie, Zita, Adrena, Yori, Camille, and Kim.]
A/N: While this is my attempt at an Ocean's Eleven/Eight-style heist, it's set entirely in the Kim Possible world, seven years after the events of "Graduation." No Ocean's characters show up at all, and you do not need to know anything about the movies to understand this story.
Also note I've already finished this story, so chapters will be posted weekly. That was very necessary because this took six months to write going at my own pace (with a long break in the middle-ish, but still). I'm amazed I actually reached the end. Another random note – Shego's Seven operates in the world of Kim Possible technology, where Wade was a few years ahead of everyone else. I'm sure most electronic-related aspects of this story are unrealistic for the time, or any time, but that's part of the fun!
Warning: I would give this a light PG-13 rating. No f-bombs but there's occasional minor swearing. Characters drink alcohol. Shego and Drakken are domestic but not romantic in the "Rated R" sense.
Chapter One
The prison loomed behind her as Shego strutted through the open gate. She wore the same catsuit she had on when the police arrested her the year before. A hovercraft waited for her two blocks away, far from the prison security's watchful eye. Shego hopped in the passenger seat and kissed the driver.
As he leaned back, Drakken sighed. "I still think I should've busted you out."
"This again, really?"
"It seems like such a waste."
"Imagine how I feel." Shego looked back as the hovercraft took off into the air. It felt good to zoom up and away from that place, somehow more satisfying than watching it in a rearview mirror. Her lighthearted tone suddenly turned dark as the memories overwhelmed her. "Motor Ed will pay for everything he's done."
As expected, life changed drastically after defeating the aliens. Authorities no longer cared what Drakken and Shego did, while "conveniently forgetting" outstanding warrants. It helped that the duo gave up on true world domination. While far from law-abiding citizens, they decided it was more fun to take over the corporate world instead, with various business ventures that spanned the globe. That's why Shego did her time like a good little prisoner – to clean up her new record, and keep her new wealth in tact. The only reason she even got arrested this time was Motor Ed.
Over the last few years, Motor Ed built up a partially-legal empire. His "Motorized" car brand started with monster trucks and expanded to include everyday vehicles, making him a multi-millionaire. At the same time, Shego and Drakken pretended to be law-abiding civilians while pursuing questionable ventures on the side. When Motor Ed was building his company, he asked them to steal advanced manufacturing technology so he could get ahead of competitors. He liked having the upper hand so much that he continued hiring Drakken and Shego, even after the brand took off. Motorized became famous for keeping a step ahead of everyone else.
About two years ago, it all came crashing down when authorities proved the technology had been stolen. Terrified of losing his empire, Motor Ed raised hell on social media, painting Shego and Drakken as villains who duped him. His legions of "Motor Head" followers blindly supported his claims of innocence. So, Shego was arrested, since Motor Ed's tirade stopped short of throwing his own cousin to the wolves. He'd conveniently produced incriminating photos that only included Shego.
Still, Drakken cut ties with Motor Ed, furious that his cousin sent his girlfriend to jail. Drakken refused to speak to him and shared Shego's desire to make him pay. "So, speaking of plans," he said. "I checked with my sources. The iron is hot."
"What do you mean?"
"You know, the iron."
Shego rolled her eyes. "I just got out of jail, Drakken. I'm in no mood to crack whatever code you've created and think I should get."
"'Ferrari' is Italian for blacksmith so...iron." He sighed at her blank look. "It's in his main garage in California. We're headed there right now. For the moment, I booked us two weeks in a luxury hotel suite. I thought it might be a nice welcome back to society."
"You were right about that." Shego kissed him again, causing the hovercraft to swerve perilously as they flew towards the west coast.
Since she was staying at a five-star hotel, Shego indulged in a long weekend of spending time with Drakken and relaxing on the beach. The entire experience felt like absolute heaven after a year in jail. The sentence should have been worse, considering how much she actually stole, but the authorities couldn't find enough evidence to put her away longer. Regardless, she wanted to hit Motor Ed where it would hurt.
That was his new pride and joy – a 1963 Ferrari 250 GTO, red of course. Indianapolis 500 winner.
Sold to Motor Ed for the record-breaking price of $70 million.
One morning, Shego climbed over a sleeping Drakken and reached for the laptop he left on a chair. She made a mental note to buy herself one soon. So far she'd focused on replacing her wardrobe and other necessities, spending hours shopping in Los Angeles' most expensive stores. Fortunately Drakken kept their semi-legit businesses afloat while she'd been away.
She crossed her legs in the large chair while the computer booted up. Since she'd disturbed his sleep, Drakken cracked open his eyes and propped himself against the headboard. "Back to work today?"
"Maybe. I woke up thinking about the 'iron.' Motor Ed just got it right?" Shego looked at the screen while she spoke, plugging her target's name and the car into a search engine. "Knowing him, he'll have some fancy party in his luxury garage to show it off. We need to infiltrate that party."
Drakken gave her an annoyed glance. "You woke up thinking about Motor Ed? My ego would like to express its gratitude."
"Aw, poor baby! Did silly me forget to say how much you rocked my world?"
"You're mocking me, but I do feel better."
"I can't put this revenge scheme off anymore," Shego declared, focusing back on the computer screen. "Motor Ed thinks he's gotten away with everything, and it pisses me off."
Drakken nodded as he sat upright on the edge of the bed. "Agreed. We can probably sneak into the party easily enough, but we'll have to wear disguises."
Hesitating, Shego shared another thought he might not take well. "Look, Drakken...the more I plan this out, the more I realize we need a crew. That I need a crew." She continued before he could protest. "This is my fight now. It's my risk to take."
"But we've always taken risks together..."
"This time is different," Shego insisted. "First of all, he's your cousin. This is messy enough without the family factor. Second, we don't know what he has on you. He already showed his cards with me, but if he finds out you're targeting him, he could dig out evidence to retaliate. One of us has to stay out of jail so we don't lose everything we've built."
Her last argument won him over. He let out a long sigh as he rubbed his face. "Alright, fine, but I'm still helping you."
"You better. After all, you'll benefit from our cut."
Drakken raised an eyebrow. "You're going to sell it?"
"Well duh, what else?"
"I thought you just wanted to destroy it, or take it away from Ed. Maybe keep it for personal use."
Shego smirked. "Too bad I can't do either. I'm recruiting a crew for this one, which means there has to be a payout. I'm not too worried about finding a buyer though. I'm sure there's some obscenely wealthy person overseas who'd love a race-winning Ferrari."
After some thought, Drakken grinned widely. "So what's our cut?"
"To be determined. I already have some people in mind, but we'll see how many I need."
Two days later, Shego sat on a terrace overlooking the Pacific. The terrace jutted out from a Malibu mansion owned by Bonnie Senior, now a married woman at twenty-five. She and Junior moved to Los Angeles three years ago to star in their own reality show. Though Bonnie had married Junior at an early age, and Señor Senior, Sr. hounded them for a grandchild, neither had any desire to become parents in the near future.
Throughout Shego's lunch with Bonnie, who'd become a friend through Junior, the reality star could only talk about her hit show. Thankfully there was no camera crew in the house. "I'm always, like, so bored between seasons," Bonnie said, sipping from her glass of white wine. "Junior and I might start up a new show for the summer break. We're thinking it'll be called 'The Seniors: Summer Break.'"
"Genius," Shego retorted, finishing off her own glass. As usual the sarcasm went right over Bonnie's head. She liked Bonnie, especially since they both held grudges against Kim Possible, but the socialite mostly talked about herself. Sometimes she even missed things Shego said while distracted by her own thoughts. "So Bonnie, there's a reason I wanted us to have lunch while Junior was away. Is anyone else in the house?"
Bonnie shook her head. "I figured you had something going on, so I gave our household staff the afternoon off. That's why I made sure lunch was prepared and served before you got here."
"Appreciated," Shego said with a nod. As self-centered as Bonnie could be, she had a surprising amount of intelligence. She wasn't book smart but she didn't miss a trick. "So, as you know, Motor Ed threw me in jail to save his own skin. I have an idea to get back at him, but I can't do it alone. Would you be interested?"
Bonnie's wide smile revealed her answer. "I knew it! Whatever it is, count me in. I'm so glad you're going after that jerk."
"I didn't tell you what it is yet. You could get arrested if we're caught."
"Even better!" Bonnie exclaimed to Shego's surprise. "Señor Senior doesn't think I'm 'evil enough' to run the family business with him and Junior. Which is the most ridiculous thing ever, because anyone who knew me in high school would disagree. But he claims there's a difference between a 'high school villainy' and a 'real villainy.'"
Shego fought the urge to roll her eyes. Señor Senior was hardly one to judge "real villains." Keeping this to herself, she replied, "Then that's perfect, because I want to liberate Motor Ed's new 1963 Ferrari. Honestly though, I can't say what our cuts will be yet."
"As if that even matters." Bonnie dismissively waved her hand, actually seeming a little insulted. "Please, I heard it's only worth what, seventy million? I could buy one right now if I wanted. And my cut would be even less, so like, it won't make a difference. We can even use it to cover expenses. I'll put the money down and you can pay me back after the car's sold."
Incredulous, Shego blinked. "What's the catch?"
Bonnie grinned. "You have to tutor me in evil, like you did for Junior. He says you were the best."
"He does? That's sweet." Tilting her head in consideration, Shego figured it wasn't a bad deal at all. It would be reassuring to have the money, and besides, she didn't mind helping Bonnie out. "Okay, you've got a deal. Your first assignment is to snag an invite to Motor Ed's next garage party. I know he must be having one soon to unveil the Ferrari."
Quiet for a moment, Bonnie nodded after some thought. "Normally I can get in anywhere, but we stopped buying Motorized cars after what he did to you..."
Shego smiled with genuine gratitude. "Thanks for that, by the way."
"Don't mention it, his cars aren't that great anyway. I'm just trying to remember if Motor Ed realized we stopped, or if we had any disagreements. But I don't think he's even noticed yet so I should have no problem getting an invitation." Bonnie's eyes suddenly filled with worry. "Junior won't be here though. He landed a modeling gig in France so I've been going back and forth. I don't want to attend this party alone, and you certainly can't go with me."
"About that. We'll need some way to discreetly take pictures and create our own blueprint of the garage. Know anyone who's good with technology? That's not my specialty."
"Well, Junior and I hire this one person sometimes, and I hear she's not picky about legalities. We went to high school together, actually. Believe it or not she used to hang out with Kim Possible's crowd. Needless to say, they've really drifted apart."
They found Zita Flores living in a Silicon Valley studio apartment, where she went to work for one of the Big Six tech firms. Shego noted it wasn't much bigger than her jail cell. Unlike Bonnie, Zita's cut of the $70 million would drastically change her life. The three women sat around a tiny dining table that was squeezed in between a kitchen area and a day bed in the corner. Zita had done her best to brighten up the space, using yellow paint and framed prints of popular fantasy franchises. Memorabilia still in its casing filled the nooks and crannies of the apartment.
Bonnie had wrinkled her nose at the building's unpleasant smells, and she glanced at Zita's decorating choices with disapproval. But the visitors were on their best behavior since they needed to make a good impression. Meanwhile, Zita seemed amused by their situation. "Let me get this straight," she began. "This is basically a revenge plan against Motor Ed."
Still unsure how Zita felt about it, Shego hesitated. "Well, think of it more as an opportunity for you. We haven't figured out what the exact cuts will be, but everyone will walk away with at least a few million. Maybe more depending on how many people we need."
"Sweet, but I also don't mind the revenge," Zita clarified with a chuckle. "Motor Heads are the biggest jerks. I'd love to see their leader take a hit. Though, I could use the money for a video game I'm developing. It's going to be this really cool fantasy world that you can explore with a virtual reality headset, there are magic wand and sword components..."
Bonnie quickly interrupted. "Fascinating. So you're definitely in?"
"Oh yeah. What do you need from me?"
"We need to create our own blueprint," Shego explained. "Is it possible for us to capture the dimensions and take pictures just by entering the space? Maybe hi-tech goggles or something?"
Zita paused, her brow wrinkled. "My sources have mentioned a program using advanced sensors with built-in cameras. From what I've heard, you'd need place them around the room you want to measure."
"So I'll definitely need someone to go with me," Bonnie pointed out.
"I'll go," Zita volunteered. "Then I can make sure they're set up and working. But the technology is supposed to be hella expensive..."
Bonnie smirked. "Not a problem, trust me."
"How soon can you get it?" Shego asked.
"Give me a week. Is that in time for the party?"
Shego sighed with relief. Bonnie found out Motor Ed's party would be held on Memorial Day weekend, two weeks away. "Well, the sooner the better, but it'll work if necessary. And we should send as many people as we can to make things easier."
"I only get one guest," Bonnie pointed out.
"Fortunately, the person I'm thinking of might have received her own invitation."
Since it was a long drive back, Shego and Bonnie agreed to meet their recruit the next day. (The reality star hopped on a last-minute flight from San Francisco International Airport while Shego drove the five-hour trip.) Coordinating with Bonnie Senior wasn't in Shego's original plan, but truth be told, she liked having backup. And the money. She never expected the financial windfall and appreciated how much easier things would be going forward. Sure, Shego had her own money, but not Senior-level wealth. While she could have paid for the room scanner, she would have grumbled about it and tried to skimp on something later.
As her plan developed, Shego kept the details to herself, which annoyed Drakken immensely. But she knew how he was. When they worked together, he always took the lead. She worried they'd fall back into their familiar pattern if he became too involved.
After another night at the hotel with Drakken, Shego drove out to meet Bonnie at the house in Beverly Hills. This particular house belonged to Camille Leon. The former thief lived there with her husband of three years and a toddler. And her cat Debutante of course, who had to be nine or ten by that point. As it turned out, Bonnie and Camille ran in adjacent social circles, so finding the address hadn't been a problem. The blonde created a successful makeup line that she promoted across the Internet. Her tutorial videos had more views than any of her competitors, and she often appeared on various reality shows like Bonnie's.
Shego questioned the wisdom of working with recognizable figures. Then again, if this went accordingly, outsiders wouldn't catch on anyway.
When Shego arrived, Bonnie just found a parking space. They'd arranged to meet at this time, but Camille didn't know anyone was coming and they hoped to find her at home. She didn't work a normal nine-to-five so they had a good chance of catching her on a weekday morning. Shego and Bonnie walked up to a modern two-story house, dotted with picture windows and glass doors. Both floors featured wrap-around porches.
The visitors received an unexpected welcome after Camille answered the door. She held the elderly Debutante in her arms, who jumped to the floor and rushed off at the sight of strangers. "Ohmygosh!" Camille exclaimed with delight. "This is too perf! Come in, come in!"
"Uh...okay? Why is this perfect?" Shego shrugged at equally-bewildered Bonnie. "That is what 'perf' means, right?"
Camille laughed. "I just got a delivery of my new line, 'Impostor.' With these intense shades, you won't even look like yourself!"
"Why wouldn't I want to look like myself?" Bonnie asked, honestly confused.
"Oh, you'll see!" Camille showed them into a side room that could have been a beauty store. Shiny light-wood makeup counters and chairs filled the large space. Cabinets, probably used to store the makeup, were under the counters and on the walls. Framed mirrors hung above the counters like in a salon. "It's your lucky day, because you're both getting makeovers!"
Shego couldn't help her grimace. "The thing is, we actually did stop by for a reason..."
"You can tell me while I'm working! Sit down and we'll get started."
Almost an hour later, Camille had been caught up to speed, and her makeover victims looked...very much not themselves. Bonnie's eyes were drastically overdone in reds, oranges and yellows, with coral lipstick to "match." Gold glitter covered her entire face. For Shego's similar eye makeup, Camille used greens, blues and silver, finishing with deep green for the lips.
When Camille reached for silver glitter, Shego held up her hand. "I'll pass."
"But it completes the effect..."
Shego gritted her teeth. "I'll. Pass."
Sighing with annoyance, Camille reluctantly put the glitter away. Meanwhile, Bonnie preened in the mirror next to her seat. "You know, not many other people could pull this off, but I think it's working for me. Maybe I'll go clubbing tonight to show it off."
"Yay!" Camille squealed, hugging Bonnie. "I'll send you home with samples. What about you, Shego?"
"It's...a bit much for me, but the colors are cool." Shego resisted the urge to wipe it all off. It definitely would come off, but later in the car, after Camille agreed to help them. "So, you said you got an invitation to Motor Ed's party?"
Camille's bright smile faded. "Yeah, but um, I don't know how I can help you."
"You won't really have to do anything," Shego replied, sensing Camille's hesitation. "You just have to be the lookout for Bonnie and Zita. And ask Motor Ed about the Ferrari if you get an opportunity."
Still, Camille wasn't convinced. "This sounds like petty drama between you and him. As much as I love petty drama, it's too risky for me. I don't steal anymore. My husband doesn't even know about that or my shapeshifting power."
"How's that going for you?" Bonnie asked, surprised.
"Terribly, but I'm too afraid to tell him." While usually graceful, Camille plopped into the chair across from them. "I really am trying to be good now, but it's so hard because we could really use the money. I mean, we don't even have a second home!"
"No," Shego replied with thinly-veiled sarcasm.
Bonnie seemed genuinely horrified. Her eyes wide, she asked, "What happened? I thought you'd bounced back from your time in jail."
"My first makeup line really took off," Camille began. "But then I allegedly used cheap ingredients that gave some people rashes. Like, how was I supposed to know? That's what my staff is for, they deal with all that science-y junk. But people said I was responsible because I approved everything."
After hearing Camille's story, Shego came away with one thought. "So...your new makeup, specifically the ones I'm wearing...they won't cause a rash, will they?" Panic crossed Bonnie's face when Shego's realization hit her too. No matter what Camille's answer turned out to be, neither of them would keep the makeover longer than the time it took to find removal wipes.
"Don't worry, it's fine!" Camille's reassurance sounded weak to Shego's ears. "This time, my lawyer and I made the scientists sign waivers saying everything would be their fault. Anyway, even when this new line does take off, it would still be a long time before I could live how I used to when Daddy paid for everything." She hesitated for a minute, clearly conflicted, her old weaknesses resurfacing. "How long would this take? I mean, if I helped you."
Internally she was celebrating, but Shego remained calm. "Nothing's definite yet, but I'm thinking about two or three months. This party is an opportunity to analyze the security setup. We'll have a better idea after that."
"Well, I was going to the party anyway." Camille looked thoughtful as she put the makeup in bags for them. "Hey, can I bring someone with me? She needs the money too."
Later that week, Shego and Bonnie watched Adrena Lynn jump out of a five-story apartment building. The stuntwoman landed on a huge air bag waiting for her below. After the director called "cut," Adrena jumped off the air bag and punched the air, letting out a "Yeah! That was freaky!" The dozens of people on set immediately got to work, deflating the air bag and packing up the cameras for the next location.
"She hasn't changed much," Shego commented to Bonnie.
Though distracted by the movie set, and the fact that no one noticed her, Bonnie replied, "You know Camille's friend?"
"We ran in the same villain circles. She suffered some very public humiliation at the hands of your old classmate Kimmie. I'm surprised you don't remember, it was on TV."
"Oh my gosh!" Bonnie exclaimed, the memory coming back to her. "Adrena Lynn! She's the freak who told everyone Brick Flagg was Kim's boyfriend. As if."
"She also sent him flying off a rollercoaster."
"That too."
Bonnie plastered on a fake smile as Adrena Lynn approached. Shego offered a friendly wave. "Hi, Adrena. That jump looked intense."
"Shego! Great to see you again. I couldn't believe it when Camille called." Adrena glanced at Bonnie. "You're not Camille...are you? With that girl, it's hard to tell."
Bonnie rolled her eyes. "No, I'm not Camille. I'm Bonnie Senior. You once threatened my ex-boyfriend on national TV."
Without missing a beat, Adrena replied, "You have to be more specific."
"Well, the past isn't important," Shego said, giving Bonnie a discreet glare. They had to play nice with the new recruit. "What matters is the opportunity we want to share with you today. Did Camille fill you in on the details?"
Adrena nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, and I am totally in! I would give anything just to drive that gorgeous '63 Ferrari. Of course the money's great too."
"Would you want to start up your show again?" Shego asked out of curiosity.
"Well, people do have short memories, so I probably could," Adrena pointed out. "But after my time in jail, I got some help and realized the spotlight is toxic for me. I'd use the money to start my own stuntperson agency and find the most challenging stunts in the world."
Shego tilted her head. "Sounds pretty healthy. I'm a little surprised you're so eager to take the risk."
With a chuckle, Adrena replied, "Please, Camille might be ashamed of her past, but I'm not. Millions of dollars and I get to drive a Ferrari? Sign me up!"
Later that day, Shego and Bonnie sat in Shego's hotel lobby, waiting for Drakken to meet them for dinner. Even though he was technically on vacation, he'd run off to meet with a district manager for their chain of cafes. "The Lair" sold coffee, but it was known far and wide for the outrageous cupcakes. Drakken hit on one of his best inventions yet when he elevated the recipe from a long-ago scheme.
Relaxing in some comfy chairs, Shego and Bonnie discussed the next steps of their plan. "There are five of us now," Shego noted. "So I think we need a base of operations. Since Drakken and I already own some warehouses, I'll figure out which one is the closest and not being used."
"Mind if I join you?"
"Kim Possible!"
Both Shego and Bonnie had been startled by the redhead's appearance, immediately jumping to their feet. Meanwhile, the not-teenage-anymore hero tilted her head in amusement. "Didn't you two hear the news? It's Stoppable now." She held up the wedding ring on her left hand as proof.
Struggling to conceal her shock, Bonnie retorted, "That's not something I'd brag about."
Shego couldn't care less about Kim's marital status. The redhead's presence put her on high alert, making her eyes dart to the nearest exit. Why was Kim Stoppable bothering them now? It couldn't be a coincidence. "What do you want, Princess?"
Kim feigned insult. "It's been so long, isn't that stuff behind us? Maybe I just wanted to say hi to my old...acquaintances." At their raised eyebrows, Kim smirked. "Okay, let me break this down for you. I know you're going after Motor Ed –"
"How?" Bonnie demanded.
"Zita's source for the room analyzer happened to be Wade." Kim took the empty chair across for them, indicating for them to sit back down. They did so reluctantly with their eyes on the door. "For the record, I'm not going to bust you. I need evidence against Motor Ed. I'm pretty sure he's bought off members of Global Justice, but without proof, I can't do anything about it."
Shego raised an eyebrow. "So Global Justice doesn't know you're here."
"I don't work for them at the moment. Our disagreement about Motor Ed was the last straw, after many disagreements. Let's just say I didn't always support their missions."
Bonnie exchanged a dubious glance with Shego. "Why should we believe anything you say?"
Leaning back in her chair, Shego argued, "Yeah, Kimmie. For all we know this is a long-term undercover mission against us. I mean, you really expect us to help you?"
"No actually, I want to help you," Kim insisted. "Yes, I get it, stealing a seventy-million sports car would normally put you in jail for a long time. But it so happens the person you're stealing from is also a criminal. I've kept my eye on Motor Ed for years while he's built up his empire. He's hurt a lot of people and stolen almost all of the technology he uses. Exposing him, and the corruption in Global Justice, is more important than a Ferrari."
Still wary of Kim's motives, Shego snapped, "Nice story. Now the question is, why should we let you work with us? It requires taking a huge chance on our part. Not to mention, it sounds like you're bringing trouble with you. I don't need corrupt GJ agents breathing down our necks."
Kim waved away the concern. "Don't worry about GJ, I've been careful about keeping my suspicions to myself. If they do find out, that's my sitch, so I'll leave you out of it. And you can put me down for only fifty-percent of my cut. I'd feel guilty taking the money, but at the same time, I know a lot of charities could use it. My reward will be finding proof of Motor Ed's crimes."
"But how will this work?" Bonnie asked, some of her hostility fading. "We're not investigating Motor Ed. Why would you need to work with us?"
"Backup. I don't have GJ anymore, and I'm not stupid enough to go after him alone. Plus I know you'll put at least one person on the inside."
Truth be told, Shego had been thinking along those lines. She acted surprised anyway. "Oh, we will?"
Kim abruptly stood up and nodded at someone across the lobby. A slender woman around Kim and Bonnie's age walked over to them. "Shego, Bonnie, this is Yori. Bonnie, remember when Middleton High did that exchange program with a school in Japan?"
"I just remember we got rid of Ron for a while. Oh, and Hirotaka of course, what a hottie!"
Yori smiled at Shego and Bonnie in greeting. "It is a school for ninja training. I was working for the Self-Defense Forces but resigned when head Master Sensei passed away. In addition to needing a new leader, my old school lost the major donations he brought in. We tried to raise money other ways, but unfortunately, it is still in danger of closing."
"How would they feel about you being here," Shego began. "Offering to steal a sports car? Aren't ninjas all about honor?"
She hit a sore spot. Yori's face darkened, her eyes lowered. "It is not ideal, but sacrifices must be made. I do not know what else to do, and I cannot allow my school to close. Fortunately I am able to help one noble cause by aiding Kim in her quest to apprehend this 'Motor Ed.'"
"Whatever makes you feel better," Bonnie said with a shrug.
Shego debated what to do about this. On the one hand, she detested the idea of working with Kim Possible. (No matter what the married name was, she'd never call her anything else.) On the other hand...as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny Kim's skills. The former teen hero could easily defend herself or those in the group if needed. And on a deeper level, one she'd never admit, Shego hoped Kim succeeded in her mission to destroy Motor Ed. As for Yori, Shego didn't mind having an actual ninja on her side either. The only problem was Yori's friendship with Kim, since it meant the redhead had an ally.
"Okay, if we're doing this, it's on a trial basis," Shego warned Kim. "Any funny business, you're both out, no compensation. I will not tolerate threats to turn us in if things don't go your way. Princess, this time I'm in charge, and don't forget it."