Ok, I admit it now! This so~ was taken from the very 1st episode of Where On Earth Is Carmen Sandiego. I think I might have her be a mix of Carmen, Gogo from Big Hero 6 with her speed, The Riddler with the mild mind games and a couple other parts that make her slightly childish. All I know is Carmen is one of the best villains ever, so I think this might be alright... maybe...

Chapter 10: Picture This

Gogo's POV

It was now time to put my plan into motion. I wanted to not only use my newest invention, but to also use my new ideas of escaping. I had successfully broken into the Amsterdam Museum.

Why here?

Well, a famous portrait of Van Gogh is here. I went inside, purposefully activating the alarms. I know, not my usual style, but I wanted to be caught. Sort of. The alarms blared as I found the painting I wanted. The self portrait of Van Gogh himself.

Now, I could just steal the whole thing, but I don't want the whole thing.

I put my device over the eyes, where it then carefully sliced it off, before pulling it out of the device. It was only the eyes and some skin that went from one side of the head to halfway to the other end, basically from one end of the eye to the other with a little space in between.

I smirked, holding the eyes in front of me, before going over to a pull system. As soon as the guards entered, I went up. They saw me do this. I had a small jet I had stolen before flying off, or so they thought. Everyone left the building and had choppers and cars follow the remote-controlled jet. I had it land 6 miles away before using the rope to slide down back inside and casually walk out the front door.

Once I got in an ally, I became Goldie and walked to my bike in a casual manner. What was in the jet? A mannequin dressed like me with a note addressed to Team Possible. I knew they'd show up soon.

^Let the game begin.^ I thought with a sly smirk on my face.

Kim Possible's POV

I was sleeping soundly, dreaming of kissing an unknown mystery man I apparently know, probably Josh Mankey, when the Kimmunicator woke me up.

"Mmm, Wade?" I asked in a sleepy tone after answering it.

"Kim, sorry to wake you, but there's an emergency." Wade tells me.

"Can it wait?" I asked him.

"No, it can't. Someone stole the eyes of Van Gogh." He tells me. I perked up at this.

"Um, how?" I questioned, thinking about grave robbing with a shudder.

"Not in the way you think. See, the famous Van Gogh self-portrait had the eyes stolen." He tells me as he showed me the missing piece.

"Why not the whole thing?" I questioned.

"I'm not sure, but this might be The Ninja at work." He tells me. We could never identify The Ninja, no fingerprints, no perfumes, soaps and shampoo scents were in the norm, we didn't even know their gender!

"Can you wake Ron up?" I asked him.

"I'm on it, please hurry. Apparently, there's a clue for you waiting near the crime scene." Wade tells me. I nod and hang up before rushing to get dressed.

I know mom and dad hate it when I leave at night, but what choice did I have? I left my parents a note on the kitchen table before quietly leaving, meeting up with a sleepy Ron and Rufus at the park.

"What's this about eyes?" Ron asked in a sleepy tone. I opened the Kimmunicator to show Ron what Wade showed me before Wade came on screen.

"We have footage!" Wade announced.

"Show us." I said to him. In three seconds, we had footage of a ninja stealing the eyes with a device. What surprised us was, after tricking all the cops to follow a fake, the real one looked right at the camera before casually walking out.

"That doesn't seem like The Ninja's usual M.O." Ron commented, which he was right on. Our ride showed up just then. We went in and discussed it more.

"Well, last time The Ninja said we'd get a message for a new game, so that seems to be what's happening." Wade commented, causing me to think.

"Why start playing games, now?" I questioned curiously.

"Maybe their bored of never getting caught? You know, upping the challenge for a thrill?" Ron questioned.

"Well, as dumb as it sounds, you might actually be right." Wade commented. I looked and saw we were now landing.

"Thanks again for the ride, Mr. Addison." I say politely to the pilot.

"It's the least I could do after you rescued mittens from being stuck in that cavern." He commented with a smile.

"No biggie, who knew a moutain lion could be friendly? Or like wearing mittens?" I say with a smile. Once we landed, we scanned everything in the museum, but nothing. The painting wasn't 'damaged' in any way. Actually, Wade said it could be reattached with the device if we could get it or make a similar one. Wade would work on it as we headed to the jet.

"Hey, isn't this that stolen one from a week ago?" Ron questioned me.

"It is." I say as I found the note. I opened it and saw a tape recorder with the words 'Play me' on the paper. I played it, being curious.

"I have a big nose, but I may be lying." I heard the recorder. The problem was it was choppy. I asked Wade to analyze it, which he did.

"Its different voices taken from different people. Shows and movies mostly, so we can't use it to see who The Ninja is." Wade told me with a frown.

"Ooh,~ they're smart." Ron commented, which Rufus nodded with some squeaking sounds. I thought about the clue.

"I have a big nose, but I may be lying." I repeated quietly.

"Wade, can you look up big noses?" I asked him. He did, mount Rushmore came up, but it didn't seem right.

"Big noses, but none were liars. Can you add liars to it?" I asked him. He did, but Pinocchio came up.

"I think we're picking the wrong nose." Ron suddenly commented.

"Ew,~ Ron!" I scolded him.

"I mean, what if it's lion like the animal, not lying like a liar?" Ron asked us.

"Actually, that's smart." I commented as Wade showed the Sphinx in Egypt.

"To Egypt, then?" Ron asked curiously.

"Yeah, might as well." I say as another ride showed up for us.

"Thanks for helping us out, Mrs. Moripotter." I say politely to an elderly looking lady.

"Anything for you Kim, especially after you saved my grandson from nearly going over a waterfall." She tells me with a smile.

"It's what I do, after all, what two-year-old doesn't get curious about the water?" I say with a shrug and smile, causing her to chuckle lightly. As we got in, I was thinking about it.

"Why steal the sphinx? I mean, wouldn't it be too big?" I questioned suddenly.

"The Ninja's doing this for fun, would it matter how big or small the item is?" Ron asked as he relaxed in his chair. Ron was right, The Ninja was one to steal many things, no matter of size, value or rarity, but this seemed off. As we got closer to Egypt, an idea hit me.

"Wade, I think we're wrong!" I said to him.

"What, why?" Wade asked me.

"Think about it, they stole a piece of a painting, why a large statue? I think they're after a painting piece next!" I explained in a hurry, causing Ron to jolt up.

"So, a painting piece with a big nose? What one would that be?" Ron questioned us. Wade then pulled it up.

"The Portrait of Jaime Sabartes as a Spanish Grandee made by Pablo Picasso is one of the most famous paintings due to the odd nose." Wade explained.

"Sheesh, talk about a bad nose job." Ron joked.

"Ron, not now." I scolded him, though I'll admit it was a little funny.

"I'm guessing the painting is in Spain?" I asked Wade.

"Right, so head there." He tells me. I told Mrs. Morripotter the change of plans, who nodded and flew us to Spain.

By the time we got there, it was too late. The nose is already gone, and another note was left behind. The cut in the painting was the same as the eyes, the footage was almost the same. I sighed in annoyance; glad it wasn't a school day.

"You're too late, yet again. Can you catch me before I take away her smile?" I read the note.

"Her smile?" Ron questioned. I started lightly pacing.

"Who has the most famous smile in the world?" I questioned.

"Brittina." Ron sighed as he started admiring her.

"Ron!" I scolded his name before I gasped. I pulled out the Kimmunicator.

"Wade, we need a ride to Paris, France. The Ninja's after The Mona Lisa's smile!" I tell him.

"How do you know?" Wade asked me.

"The line in the note. 'Can you catch me before I take away her smile?' and stealing painting pieces? The Mona Lisa has the most famous smile in any painting!" I expressed in urgency.

"I've notified Global Justice; the local authorities and you have another ride." Wade said as another ride showed up. A chopper once again.

"Thanks for the ride, Mr. Tamran." I say nicely to the pilot.

"It's the least I could do after you saved ol' Jenna here from nearly crashing into the ocean." He tells me as he pats the chopper gently.

"No big, anyone could've fixed the propeller with enough gum, glue and hair ties." I say with a smile. It would take us a while to get there, but not too long.

By the time we got there, it was nighttime. It took 8 hours by the first ride, then 3 hours to get close to Egypt before adding 4 more hours, then by from Spain to France by jet took 1.5 hours, not to mention France's time zone is 6 hours ahead of Midleton. The place was surrounded, the inside had Global Justice operatives near every door and corner, while Ron and I went to The Mona Lisa painting itself.

"Wow, she looks lovely." Ron commented with a smile.

"Yes, no one knows why she smiles, but it's famous." I say as we waited. Problem was, we waited 2 hours with no signs of The Ninja.

"Miss Possible, are you certain the smile will be taken?" The familiar agent Will Du questioned me.

"Yes, we know this due to the famous eyes and nose stolen." I told him, eyebrow raised. This guy got on my nerves.

"Perhaps us being here has scared them off?" He questioned me, eyebrow raised as his arms were folded.

"No, I think they might trick us." I say to him.

"Like how the painting is now gone?" Ron asked me. We looked and, indeed, it was gone!

"Wade!" I say after I pulled out the Kimmunicator.

"They're behind the wall! All the alarms are disabled, so are the cameras! No visual!" He tells me in a panic.

We rushed to the room behind the wall, seeing the painting with a missing smile. A note on it. 'Too late.' it showed in red. I scanned the area with the Kimmunicator before spotting them.

"Outside!" I yelled as the three of us went out, meeting up with The Ninja them self. I got into a fighting stance, to which The Ninja just stood there, doing nothing. This confused me.

"Give up the painting pieces." I order. Nothing. Will Du went and tazed them, causing them to fall. We went over to them, but...

"Dr. Director?!" Will Du questioned in shock. Yes, it was Dr. Director, bound by a net and tape over their mouth, next to them was a blank canvas. We were tricked. I untaped her mouth as she looked at us.

"The Ninja got the jump on me, then did this. They got away in my jet." She told us. I saw the jet and used my jet pack to hurry after. As I was chasing it, though, I noticed a ninja on the ground.

^A decoy.^ I thought as I landed behind The Ninja.

"Give it up, now." I ordered as they turned to stare at me, their brown eyes wide in shock.

Gogo's POV

I was now staring at Kim Possible, my eyes wide. She had caught me. She saw me instead of chasing the jet I wired to keep them distracted. I had already taken a picture of my work of art, as well as a selfie in my ninja gear and posted online of my success, but now I can't keep it. I turned fully and got ready to fight. Last time, she defeated me. I knew she would most likely beat me, but I didn't know yet. We fought, hard.

"Kim! I got it!" I heard Ron's voice behind me. I, stupidly, turned to go after Ron, but Kim kicked my legs out from under me. I fell on my side, the device I made slid out of my pocket.

"It's over." Kim announced in victory.

^No. No, I refuse. I will not be caught! Not yet!^ I thought before pushing a button on my belt. In an instant, the bottom of my shoes lit up, showing they were rockets. I rolled backwards in a ball, landed on my feet, then shot up into the air. Kim went to follow, but I tossed a smoke bomb towards here and vanished.

"We'll play again, Team Possible." I say to myself as I vanished in the night.

It took me hours to return home, a sigh of defeat but a small smile. I might've been caught, but I still got away. I posted online the artwork I created but expressed how I was defeated. I was still pleased because, not only I outsmarted them until the end, but I now had a new challenge.

Many villains on the MyVillains page, equivalent to MySpace, condoned me on my work while others laughed at my defeat. I only chuckled.

Why?

Again, I might've lost this round, but the next one would be fun. I then heard my phone ring.

"Go for Gogo." I answer.

"I just saw the pictures. Did you really do that?" Shego asked me over the phone. I smiled, pleased she saw them.

"Yes, I did. I'm a bit sad Kim Possible took it away, but at least I have the camera footage and the proof." I bragged to her.

"I'm actually impressed. Dr. D is still picking up his jaw from this." Shego commented, causing me to laugh.

"I know they have my invention, but that's ok. I can always make more items." I bragged.

"What if they track your work with it?" She questioned me. See, I always label my work with GG, so it won't be hard to connect the dots.

"Then they find out. I don't plan on keeping my ninja persona a secret forever. I want them to figure it out, eventually." I tell her as I grinned like a Cheshire cat.

"You're insane, you know that?" She tells me, though I knew her lips formed a sly smile.

"So? Does it matter?" I say to her with a shrug. I then got an alert on my computer, causing me to open the message. A new engine piece was finished in a lab a few miles from here. I smirked at this.

"I gotta go. A new part for my bike is up for grabs. I'll call you later." I tell her before hanging up. I knew it could be a trap, yet I didn't care. I was out and about now, looking for the engine part.

"Looking for this, Honeydew?" I heard, causing me to groan before facing Motor Ed and his crew.

"Seems I've won. Seriously." He tells me. I smirked before showing a fighting stance.

"Naw babe, no fights. I wanna race for it. Drag race with cars." He tells me. I stood up, tilting my head curiously.

"Seriously?" I asked him, first time talking in this persona when robbing a joint.

"Seriously." He tells me. I thought about it before nodding.

"When and where?" I asked him.

"1 hour, out at the abandoned racetrack outside of Upperton, with a car. Seriously." He tells me, a smug smile on his face.

^He must think I don't have a car.^ I thought with a smirk.

"Fine, but don't hold back." I say with a smile.

"One more thing, seriously." He says to me. I motioned for him to continue.

"Go as yourself, you know, like your normal look I last saw you in, not as this ninja. Seriously." He says as he gestured to my outfit.

"Why?" I questioned him.

"Like, 1) to make sure you don't, like ya know, cheat and 2) cause you got a smokin hot bod, babe. Seriously." He tells me, making me blush. I was thankful the mask hid this.

"I'll agree since the first one makes sense, but you have to empty your pockets on arrival to make it fair." I counter towards him. He raised an eyebrow before smirking again.

"Fair is fair, babe. I'll see you there. Seriously." He says he and his crew left. I quickly left to get one of my cars.

^What should I use? I mean, my speed racer is my fastest, but maybe he's expecting it? I should go with a classic, just to throw him off guard.^ I thought as I grabbed one set of keys that were hanging up. The car? A 1981 Delorean DMC-12, aka the Back To The Future car. I know it's slow, but the catch? I altered the engine with a replica speed booster I first out stole from Motor Ed with improvements.

See, the Delorean can go up to 85 miles per hour, 88 with minor adjustments, but with my major alterations it can go to 118 MPH. Still not my fastest, but I had other tricks with this car.

Instead of my catsuit, I wore my black skinny leather pants, a yellow midriff showing tube top, a black leather jacket, yellow gloves and black combat boots. I even wore a black small tie scarf around my neck like the French wear as well as one in my hair. Usual cat eyes for the black eyeliner, but this time I wore black glitter lipstick. I almost never wear black lips, but I figured it's a good touch.

It took me 40 minutes, purposefully cruising at 60 MPH, before I pulled up. I saw the monster truck Motor Ed had, as well as the bikes his crew had, causing me to roll my eyes. I opened the door and stepped out, flipping my head to move a few strands of hair out of my face, before gracefully walking over to them, my hips gently swaying. The crew had dropped jaws to match their leader before I stopped in front of them. "Sorry, but I have to do laundry so no catsuit." I tell him, twirling my keys around my finger.

"Bra, you like, look smokin either way. Seriously. And A 1981 Delorean DMC-12? Like, seriously, where did you find one? Seriously, they like, stopped making those ages ago! Seriously!" He commented then ran to look at my ride. I don't know if I felt relieved or insulted, he admired the car more than my looks. I turned around to look at him.

"I finished restoring it last month. I would've finished sooner, but I wanted all the original parts and to take my sweet time admiring this beauty." I bragged to him.

"You restored it? Seriously?" Motor Ed questioned me.

"You've seen what I can make, you've seen both my bikes I've built from scratch, why is it hard to believe? Is it because I'm a girl?" I asked as I walked towards him.

"Well, a little, I mean, girls don't usually do this and-" He started, but then he saw my eyes glowing yellow.

"Uh-oh." He muttered, knowing I was gonna hurt him, and hurt him I did.

I jumped up a bit to get to his height, then grabbed his left ear before throwing him to his crew. All the while, he yelped in pain until he landed with a groan. He laid there for a few seconds, his crew seeing my glowing eyes fade back to normal, before he shot up.

"Whoo man, I love a girl that can toss me around! Aaah~ Yeah!~" Motor Ed marveled before air guitaring, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, empty your pockets so we can race. I don't have all night, you know." I tell him, my arms crossed as I had my hip popped out to the side. Motor Ed got up and did as told, having me nod in approval.

"So, how many laps shall we go?" I asked him.

"10 in total. See those lights? They'll, like, keep track of how many times we both go through. Left is yours; right is mine. Seriously, no way of cheating." He tells me. I rolled my eyes before using a scanner on my keyring.

"Hey, hey, no cheating Bra!" Motor Ed yelled at me.

"Chill, I'm just scanning to make sure it's not rigged in any way. I mean, we might be racing, but I still don't trust you nor your 'crew' to cheat in any way." I tell him before it showed it was clear.

"You really think that low of me? Seriously?" He questioned me.

"You haven't earned my trust, so yes." I tell him before going to my car.

"Right, 10 laps. If I win, I get the item. If you win, you keep it." I tell him.

"Wait, wait, if I win then I want more than what I stole. Seriously, it's like, totally fair. Seriously." He tells me, causing me to turn and look right at him, eyebrow raised.

"Oh? What more would you want?" I questioned him.

"A date." He tells me.

"No, I don't go on dates." I tell him.

"Seriously?!" He gasped out.

"Seriously, I don't date people I don't trust. Next." I tell him, turning that down instantly.

"Fine, then I want your number. Your sis won't, like, give it to me." He tells me.

"You tried to get it from her?" I asked him.

"Yeah, and hers too, but she, like, smacked my pretty hard, ya know?" He tells me. I smiled, trying not to laugh.

"Ok, fine. I'll give you my number if you win." I tell him. He fists pumped and cheered, causing me to roll my eyes, though my smile never faded.

"You ready?" I asked him.

"Ready Honeydew, seriously." He said as he jumped into his monster truck.

"Stop calling me that!" I yelled before I got in.

^Uhg, he's so~ annoying. Yet, I admire the rides he has.^ I thought as we pulled up to the starting line.

Once we saw the flag be waved, we were off. I let him have a two-lap head start over me, wanting to give him a chance, before I put the pedal to the metal. He saw this and did something to bring up his speed, causing me to marvel at that.

I shook it off before activating one of my secrets. I flipped a switch to turn it into hover mode, then flipped another two switches before changing the stick gear, causing me to go from 118 to 158 due to the hover motion. I passed him as he stuck his head out his window.

"Not cool Bra! Seriously!" He yelled while waving a fist around. I smirked as I pushed a button in the car. Not the big red one I had, but the blue one. See, there are 6 buttons, one of each color that does different things.

The blue one?

It pulled out a beam that stalled his car. It would stall it for 3 minutes, enough time for me to catch up. I didn't know what Motor Ed was screaming, but I had seen an oil spill the crew spilled to stop me. Lucky me, hover mode doesn't affect it. I went right over it with ease, causing me to laugh like a crazy lady. As soon as I passed by Ed again, he got his monster truck going. He then fired some missiles at me, causing me to yelp and swerve to avoid them.

"Oh, you wanna play like that, huh?" I questioned in a small bit of anger.

I hit the green button next, causing paint balls to splatter all on his windshield. I laughed as he swerved a bit, passing the finish line again. We were now tied, 5 for 5. He got it cleaned as I passed him again. I cheered until I felt myself stop. I questioned in before seeing in the mirror he had my car on a towing hook and chain. I was then yanked back as he passed me.

I steadied myself, letting out a small growl. I shifted gears, gave it all I had as I caught up. He wasn't going to let me pass, so I smirked and hit my orange button. A second set of lights came on in the front before lasers spewed out. To be honest, they really didn't do any damage. A small scorch mark here and there, but nothing bad nor permanent. It really just left soot since these were more like a light show. Still, it made him swerve just enough for me to go up the side wall and pass him. Once I did, I hit my red button.

What did it do?

Caused my rear lights to blind him. I passed the finish again, which my light show made him slide into the oil he avoided before, swerve and smash into a wall. As he tried to start, I was passing him.

7.

8.

Halfway through to get to the 9th, he started up and started firing a lot of weapons at me, any trick he had. I frowned before pushing my purple button, allowing oil to spill, then the yellow one to have small cherry bombs tossed. Yeah, this made the oil catch fire for a minute, enough to distract him as I passed the line for the 9th time. He was boiling mad, I could tell.

I slowed down a lot, to keep distance, but he slammed on the brakes. I freaked as he activated a small magnetic device that turned off my hover mode, as well as starting to fry my car. I freaked out as I tried to turn the car off. He was passing me, which upset me but my car being damaged upset me more. I turned it off, causing the device to unlatch, then turned it on. It worked, but not well.

I put it back to normal mode as I was only able to go 50 MPH. We were now neck in neck, 9 for 9 as I was desperate to try and make it to the finish line.

"Please, please work." I muttered as I flipped open my secret switch. It was my emergency, go to. Big, black and 'Do Not Touch' all over it. I sighed and pushed it, causing my car to die for a moment.

"Please, please. I know I haven't tested you yet, but please.~" I begged quietly as Ed passed me. I could hear his woo hoo before my car roared to life.

The button?

Well, it forces a test rocket I have on my rear to boost my speed. Again, not yet tested and experimental since I could lose control, explode, catch fire, anything like that. I was desperate not to lose, not to him. I was then going so fast; I was leaving a trail of fire behind me where each tire was. I barely had any control as I passed Ed. I felt the car start dying on me as I saw the finish.

"Almost there, baby. Come on." I say in desperation. I could smell smoke, which meant my rear was on fire as I barely passed the line before him. I forced my car into a halt, grabbed my small extinguisher then rushed out to put the fire out.

"Damn, damn, damn!" I muttered out as I was trying to put the fire out. Ed passed the finish, got out with his small extinguisher and assisted me in putting out the fire.

"What the heck was that? Seriously?" He asked me in surprise as we finally got the fire out.

"An experimental rocket I made. Guess it didn't work out too well, but at least I didn't explode." I say before going to see the damage. Mostly cosmetic, so no problem.

"Explode?! Bra, no race is worth that. Seriously." He says as his crew was there.

"Well, I hadn't planned on using it, until someone short circuited my ride to hell." I say before opening the lid to look at my engine.

"Aw, shoot. Anyone got a light and a 3/8 torque wrench?" I called out, knowing where the problem was but needing to both see and reach. I looked over and saw one had a small flashlight and Motor Ed held the Wrench. I motioned them over.

"Bra, let the men-" Motor Ed started, but I yanked the wrench out of his hands.

"My car, my fix." I scold as I had the one skinny guy hold the light for me. I reached in, careful not to get my hair caught like I did once before, before tightening what needed to be tightened.

"Anyone got needle nose pliers?" I asked, to which a short guy came over and handed them to me.

"Thanks." I say before leaning in more, both hands and arms in the car. I smirked when I saw a spark.

"Ok, can one of you turn on the engine?" I asked.

"No way, you don't-" Ed started, but I cut him off.

"I won't get shocked; these gloves have a mild rubber material in them to prevent it. Now please, start my car." I say again. Someone went over and turned it on, but it was stalling.

"Turn it off!" I yelled, which they listened. I frowned as I moved the wires around, then lifted up.

"Ok, try once more." I say, noticing it was another crew member, one that gave me an odd vibe. He turned it on and it started, purring like a kitten. I smiled and handed the tools back before closing the lid.

"Never doubt a motivated woman." I say, clapping my hands together to get the dirt off of them.

"Wow, you know your stuff." The short one said.

"Well duh, of course I do. If you've ever seen most of the electronics, weapons, devices etc. sold on the villains' website or at Hench Co, most are either mine or I assisted." I explained as I got the guy out of my car.

"Plus, I have to know these things since I once built a jet, a supercomputer and much more in my tween years." I added as I cleaned off my seat. The guy had a little bit of oil on him.

"Wait, so you like, really do know a lot? Seriously?" Motor Ed asked me.

"I swear on the very 1st Charley Mavison Motorcyke built in 1918." I tell him, turning to look at him with a look that showed I was serious. His jaw dropped so far to the ground; I'm surprised he didn't lose it.

"Wow, like, you never swear on that unless you, like, absolutely mean it. Seriously." He tells me in shock.

"That's why I said it." I informed him.

"Bra, I, like, seriously underestimated you. Seriously, like, I'm sorry for that. So, uh, you can, like, ride with us sometime. Ya know, if ya like. Seriously." He tells me.

"I like the game we're playing, though." I tell him. He rubbed the back of his head.

"Well, ya know..." He said but trailed off as is he was at a loss for words.

"I just want my prize and to go." I tell him. He sighed and made a motion, having one of his guys give me the item. I took it before looking at him.

"You know, I needed this. Not just the item, but this race. I lost a battle against Kim Possible, so I needed a small pick me up. Thanks." I said before getting in the car. I backed up and headed out of there, not wanting to stay longer than needed. Well, wouldn't you know, by the time I pulled into my lair, the car died. I sighed, hitting my head on the wheel in disappointment.

"Damn it. I'm going to have to clear my week to fix you. Sorry, baby." I say sadly before getting out. I made it up to the living area when I noticed my phone. I hadn't brought it with me, and I had a few missed calls from Jack. I called him back.

"Jack Hench, here." I heard him say.

"Hey Jack, it's Gogo. Sorry, I left my phone behind when I stepped out." I told him.

"Oh, thank evil, I thought you got caught. Hey, I saw the post and the picture. Nice work, but sorry you couldn't keep it." He tells me.

"Oh well, the videos are on the news and most likely online. Did you like the show?" I asked him.

"Yeah, but don't ya think you're being too risky?" He asked me.

"I need a challenge, a thrill. If I was fully committed to stealing those parts, I would've gotten away with it. Remember, this is a game I'm playing. I want to get caught doing this and still get away with what I can." I say as I had a smirk on my face.

"Just be careful. I know you're two steps ahead, but you might get caught sooner or later." He warns me, concerned as always.

"If they find out my true identity, then let them. One day I will be revealed, so I'm ready for when it happens." I tell him.

"Are you sure? I mean, once that happens, you can't really go back." He tells me.

"Hench, I'm a villain at heart, I just hide myself until I know I'm both confident in myself and ready to be revealed without a care." I tell him.

"Alright, just let me know if you need help." He tells me.

"I will, goodnight, Jack." I say before hanging up.

^Now, what should I steal next?^ I thought as I turned on my TV, a smile was across my face.