Rikers Island, women ward, 9 hours 26 minutes earlier

While Shego washed dishes alone during the late shift, Officer Dina Trask showed up. The masculine, female guard licked her lips but alertly kept watch as she approached her. The former super heroine was amused by Trask, seducing her since day one.

"Hey, sweet cheeks, I turned off the cameras," the officer said menacingly.

"Is that so? What brings you here, Dina? I'm a bit busy at the moment." Shego purred, spun around and struck a sexy pose to make Trask dizzy.

"Can't resist the taste of fish, especially how you serve it so damn hot." Trask inched closer, removed her jacket, unsheathed her defense baton and pushed the tip of it against the flesh under Shego's jaw.

"Wrong spot," Shego ran her hands over the odd, borderline male frame of Trask.

"Yeah, show me the right spot, honeypants," Trask demanded.

Shego backed into the edge of sink and pushed off her uniform pants. No underwear was in sight. The grotesquely butch Trask traced the baton between her exposed legs.

"Work that tongue magic," Shego interrupted domineeringly.

The guard straddled the inmate over the sink, propped her legs atop her shoulders and moved her bulbous head closer to Shego's crotch. When Trask finally engaged her, Shego closed her eyes in what appeared to be ecstasy. Seconds passed while the convict immersed her right arm into the deep, soapy water. The trained officer noticed and ceased. "What're you-"

Shego stabbed a shank deep into the guard's right eye. Blood spattered all over both of them. Trask, with too much trauma to even scream, fell forward with a loud thud and died.

"I'm sorry, darlin', but it was fun while it lasted." Shego leapt down from the sink, grabbed the heavy baton, and put on the guard's uniform. Within minutes, without question, Shego walked right out the doors of Rikers Island, an escape that would go unnoticed until much later.

Garden State Plaza parking lot, Paramus, now

Special Agent Nick Philips consulted officers while Ron Stoppable paced vigorously, more concerned than ever. Phillips stopped him.

"Kim's in there thinking she's gonna die or something," Ron screamed.

"Enough!" Special Agent Phillips held Ron by his shoulders, looked at him directly in the eye. "My daughter is Kim's age. Since she was born, I've worried about whether or not the criminals and terrorists I put away will and then attack her just to get at me."

"What's your point, J. Edgar Hoover? You're still letting her confront a psychopath," Ron swatted Philllps' hands off.

"Legally, yes. Kim isn't breaking any laws."

"What? She crossed a police line and is now compromising a murder scene!"

"We allowed her to cross it because we haven't declared it a murder scene yet," Phillips answered.

"Those dead officers will have difficulty giving you that specific info, won't they?" Ron's remark prompted a stone-cold stare from Phillips.

"Ron, there are hostages in there. If Kim chose to buy us time to rescue them, we'll have to wait," he noted.

"I won't loiter here while my best friend risks her life to help your ass," Ron sprinted towards the mall.

"Stop him!" Phillips ordered.

The nimble Ron skirted between several grabs. He saw two officers encroaching from either side, leapt with a split over them and they collided. Ron was proud of that and looked at the end result.

"Sayonara, suckers!" Ron then hit a bullet shield held by a large police officer, skidded down it, touched pavement and groaned. "Aw...mom...I hate...matzo ball soup."

Phillips then had him shackled in a squad car.

Garden State Plaza

Shego stood, umbrella in hand, in front of a blood drenched Kim Possible. Suddenly Shego crashed her fist on Kim's nose. Reeling from pain of the punch, Kim crab crawled through the red pond while Shego pursued.

"Where are the hostages?" Kim asked.

"They're tucked away, trapped by an impenetrable energy cage that Drakken created; well, stole plans for."

"You massacred all these police officers," Kim noted.

"Some were just mall cops on Segways," Shego leapt at Kim with to stab her with the sharp umbrella tip.

Kim suddenly energized, dodged it and jolted upward to attempt martial arts moves. Shego immediately backhanded Kim on the jaw, rotating Kim in midair before she landed hard on the blood coated floor.

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" Kim asked, tried to gather her bearings, and knelt hunched over.

"You seem to know all the fucking answers. Figure it out." Shego bitterly responded and thunderously booted her ribs.

"You have to have a reason!" Kim wheezed out after one rib cracked.

Shego was not to be manipulated by Kim, who felt her hard skull collide into her face. Kim also felt a right cross, a left cross, a boot to the sternum and a dead-on jaw uppercut. The young teen fell to and writhed on the floor, wishing she could turn off her pain receptors. Kim never received this level of punishment before. With strangers' blood clogging her ears, Kim barely heard Shego's rant.

"You're tenderized now, so I'll monologue. I'm thirty one, and sick of you, who's fucking fifteen, sixteen, challenging me. I'm showing you the real world has consequences. You really should thank me, Kimmie."

"You have to be stopp-"

"Never gave you permission to speak." Shego interrupted and punched down onto the left cheek of Kim. A line of blood shot from her mouth upon the echoed contact, and she slumped down.

"You're gonna kill everyone in sight to teach me a lesson? Is that where this'll go?" Kim, exposed and injured, then remembered her grappling gun.

"Not if I get to kill you slowly," Shego said, then Kim aimed her grappling gun directly at her. "Kimmie, I can dodge fuckin' bullets. What do you hope to accomplish with that?"

Kim's blood smudged smile showed before she aimed the grappling gun behind herself. The hook shot and latched onto a ceiling girder. The line speedily and horizontally pulled her up and away from Shego, who primally screamed at her enemy. Kim saw how much physically and figuratively smaller Shego became.

"Catch me if you can," were Kim's pained, but parting words.

END OF ROUND 3