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If you didn't catch the message on Chapter 1, here it is again:

Kim: 2 Chapters (POV) (Titles: 'Shocking Surprise' and 'Confrontation')

Ron: 2 Chapters (POV) (Titles: 'Sickness' and 'A Metal Pipe Too Far')

Shego: 2 Chapters (POV) (Titles: 'Run If You Want To' and 'Break Down The Walls')

Final Battle Part 1 (Entitled: You're Gonna Pay inspired by The Undertaker's Entrance Theme before he was buried alive)

Final Battle Part 2 (Entitled: Loaded inspired by The Hardy Boyz Entrance Theme)

Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own the soundtrack, not the characters. I listened to The Undertaker's Wrestlemania XX theme (and some other entrance themes) while I was writing the story. If you wish to have them, send e-mail and I'll send it to you.

Note: I changed the title of Shego's and Ron's side Chapters 2 & 2 due to argument over titles in my head (Migraine Madness: Get your tickets now!)

Warning: I do NOT know all the places in Detroit. I need these so by the time I post this, I need to have pictures of casinos, hotels, bars or any attractions. PLEASE!!!

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The Detroit Rumble

Kim's Side Chapter 2: Confrontation

I paced around the room with the computers, guarding the place from anyone who is anyone. With torchlight in hand, I scanned the whole room. It was clean. No one here, nothing suspicious in sight, nothing came in and nothing left.

So I waited. Waited for the call from Wade for the schematics. The Kimmunicator beeped. Finally the call came and I answered it.

"Hey, Wade. What's the news?" I asked.

"The schematics of the security system are ready. Here it is." The Kimmunicator printed out the schematics on paper. It looked rather complicated.

"Thanks Wade. I'll get back to you." I said to the ten year-old boy genius.

"Okay. Do you want me to contact Ron for you so that you can talk to him?" Wade offered.

"No thanks, Wade. Just leave him be. I'm sure he can get well on his own. I don't want to disturb him, that's all." With that, I shut off the Kimmunicator. I would just hope Ron would get well soon.

Then a soldier, who was just a private according to his rank, came up to me.

"Ms. Possible, we have your lunch ready. We have infrared beams to protect the room. I'll escort you to the cafeteria." The young soldier, with an 845K-74U as his weapon, told me.

"Thanks. I am kind of hungry anyway." I thanked him and walked with him to the cafeteria.

As soon as I sat down to eat what would look like a princess's lunch, there were some CIA executives and guards in the cafeteria carrying magnum pistols and 845K-74U rifles.

One of the executives started to talk.

"Man. We gotta work overtime again." Again? I thought to myself.

"Rich, shut up. We had to go through this every year, remember?" Another executive said. Every year? I thought again.

I finished my food and drink quickly to avoid anymore talking. I went straight to Pliskin to ask about everything I just heard.

I found Pliskin in the media room scanning videotapes and listening to important cassette tapes that he had confiscated from someone in particular.

The videotapes that I saw in the room were tapes of the CIA security cameras that were monitoring the CIA. I went up to Pliskin.

"Mr. Pliskin, I need to talk to you."

"Sure, Ms. Possible. What is it?"

"Privately, sir." Pliskin and I went out to the quiet VIP room. I took a seat on one of the comfy sofa-chairs inside. Pliskin sat down on the other one opposite of where I was sitting.

"So, Ms. Possible, what do you want to talk to me about?" the CIA security captain asked.

"Well, it's like this. I had lunch in the cafeteria and I overheard some of your guards say that this kind of thing happened before. Was it the same case as now?" I asked after explaining to him what happened.

"Those talk about the same thing that happened before? That's true actually. Those people don't appreciate us anymore and don't want to send us top-secret information anymore but those really big people keep sending. Somehow, these messages have been tracked. Those 'villains' just keep breaking in and trying to get the secret, not one came out alive." Just as he said those words, the sounds of the alarms sounded through the whole of the CIA HQ. Guards, executives and officers rushed to the computer room. I ran with Pliskin to the room.

By the time we reached there, the place was empty. Only one computer was turned on.

Thinking, I called for a group of 10 men to follow me to the exits. From there, they'd search the outside to check. Nothing.

I went inside again but I thought I saw something as soon as I entered. The unidentified person ran through the corridor and into, what Pliskin would call, the "weapons training" room.

I followed the person into the room and I got close to getting to the person. That was before the person took a gun from one of the booths and pointed it to me. "Hold it right there!" The person shouted. That voice was very familiar to me.

"Maybe you should put down that gun before you hurt yourself," Then I took a wild guess on who it was. "Shego."

And I was right. That green complexion couldn't mistake it for anyone else other than who I know of.

"Well. You knew that it was me who did it, Kimmie. I'll give you a point for that. That's all you're gonna get." Without any hesitation, Shego dropped the gun and jumped at me. I dodged her attack but that didn't stop her. She came straight at me and delivered a punch to the stomach. I blocked it and gave her one of my own. She blocked it and twisted my hand. I kicked her in the mid-section. She let go of the hold and she staggered a bit, clutching her stomach, before returning to her fighting position.

'Time to switch to offence!' I thought to myself. I kicked her in the mid-section again. This time she blocked it but that wasn't the only thing I was about to do. I gave her the first enziguri kick. She ducked. Then I gave one straight kick to the face. This time, it connected and she fell to the ground. I got up from that process and came to her.

"Now, you're gonna be a good little girl and tell me what was the info that you stole." I asked her sharply.

"Not gonna happen, princess!" That was when she got up quickly and backed off. But there was one problem…

I shouldn't have let her back off.

Her acquisitions, also known as those green-glowing hands, were active. After that she charged at me. She delivered a right fist to the chest area but I could block it. Within mere seconds, her left fist connected to my ribs before she kicked me right to the chest and I flew backwards into a big box of signal flares. Big ones.

Shego slowly came to where I was. I couldn't move at all. I struggled to get myself out, but it was too late. She reached me. Then she grabbed my hair and pulled me up. She gave a hard knee right to my stomach before she got me up. Soon I found myself crashing into a wall, screaming. My back ached that whole time and there was blood trickling out of my mouth. The last thing I heard was a re-loading of a gun. I opened my eyes but it was all blurry. When I regained my vision, I saw Shego pointing that gun at me.

"Say goodbye, Kimmie." But the sound of metal was heard. Shego fell to the ground. There was a shadowy figure in the room.

"Wow, Kim. You sure lost your super-hero mojo, haven't you? Sad really." Wait a sec… that voice sounded familiar.

"Who are you?"

"Let's just say I'm a friend." The lights came on. Blond hair, freckles and a goofy look…

"Is that you, Ron?"

"The art of conversation is truly dead." I got up slowly to avoid any further damage to my body. Seeing that Ron was here was a good thing.

"Aren't you supposed to be sick?"

"I told you already. It was supposed to be a few days before I got better." Right… that's what I forgot.

"How'd you get here?" I asked him.

"Wade told me you'd be here. I thought maybe you needed a hand with this." Then he turned to the downed Shego and raised his metal pipe. "Maybe I'll start with her." Without any hesitation, he brought down the pipe and hit Shego right on the back. Once, twice, thrice. Her screams were getting worse. He was going to hit her a fourth time when I stopped him.

"Ron! Stop! Aren't you going a bit too far with this?" Ron dropped his metal pipe.

"Oh, Jesus! I can't believe I just did that…"

"Don't sweat it, Ron. I'll just get the coroners to remove the body."

"Speaking of which, where is it?" I turned to look. It just… disappeared.

"Freaky. Let's just get out here." Ron and I walked out of there. Shego's body can't just disappear like that…

I finally returned home after some nice fast food eating at Bueno Nacho. I went straight to my room and changed to my pajamas.

There were still many mysteries to solve though. Where was Shego? What was the information that she stole from the CIA? Is she still working with Drakken?

After sleeping for another 8 hours in bed, I woke up with the sun right in my face. There was something on my desk. Looks like a letter… wonder who's it from. I thought to myself. I got off the bed and took the letter off my desk. I opened the letter and started to read: -

'Kim,

        If you're reading this now, you would know who I am. Those straight hits to the back really hurt me. I could've killed you right away if your friend didn't disturb me. I want to settle this once and for all. Meet me at the Greektown Casino, if you know where it is.'

Damnation! Shego's in Detroit! There was more in that letter: -

'You'd better come alone. I don't want Mr. Metal Pipe anywhere around you. You'd better come or I'll make your life more miserable'

I'm supposed to go to Detroit without Ron. That was really low.

I bathed and changed to my usual clothes. Then I took the Kimmunicator and contacted Wade.

"Wade, I got a problem."

"Really? What is it?"

"Well… it's this letter I got this morning. I'm betting Shego wants to 'settle this once and for all'. What's that supposed to mean?" I kept looking at the letter.

"I don't know what it means either, but whatever it is I think it's advisable for you to go. Just be careful."

"Okay. Thanks Wade." I shut off the Kimmunicator.

Now is the time I face my greatest challenge. A path I have never chosen before. Pains that I have never experienced before in my life.

It's time…

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Sorry if it was pretty long for you.

REMINDER: I don't know anything about Detroit at all!! Please send me pics via e-mail! Thanks!

Note: I already thought up of a sequel to this. Once this is finished, I'll tell you when I need more info, pics and other stuff.