Mall parking lot, fifteen minutes ago

A tiny pair of mole rat paws batted Ron Stoppable's face, helping him regain consciousness.

"Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Rufus chanted.

"Someone get the plate number of that truck?" Ron's hand and legs were shackled together. He laid laid belly down on the back seat and faced his beloved pet. "Rufus, Kim needs our help. Try to find keys and get me out of here!"

Rufus nodded and skittered to the front seat. But once he reached that area, Wade appeared on the computer screen. The mole rat was shocked to see him.

"Rufus, where's Ron?" Wade asked.

"Wade?" Ron clearly heard him.

"I can't see you," Wade said.

"I'm hogtied in the back seat! How did you find me?" As the two minors bantered, Rufus found keys and scooted back to pick the cuffs that bound Ron.

"Cameras caught you. The video already went viral. Listen carefully, I located an abnormal energy pattern inside the mall. In the same proximity there are variant temperatures indicative of body heat."

"You should realize I didn't understand anything said between 'listen carefully' and 'body heat.'" Ron announced while Rufus unlocked his cuffs.

"Shego's hostages are imprisoned by some sort of energy cage that could kill them with a thought." Wade clarified.

"Can't you hit some button on your computer?"

"I'd like to say yes, but I literally can't," was Wade's simple answer.

"All right, so what can I do?" Ron sighed.

"Grab a walkie-talkie. We'll find the hostages. You free them," Wade instructed.

"God damn it." His best friend, Kim, someone he dearly loved, risked her life for him and countless others. There was no way he should behave differently than she, especially not at his moment. He climbed into the front seat and took a spare radio. Ron stared at Rufus who looked up at him sullenly. It was time for Ron Stoppable to step up

"I've already got its frequency," Wade said.

"How can I get in there without the cops hammering me again?' Ron was reluctant to get slapped around by more cops.

Wade summoned a satellite map of the parking lot. "There's a manhole right beside the squad car. I'll call up the Paramus Public Works schematic of the sewer system.'

"Sewer system?" Ron's eyes widened.

"Yuck!" Rufus squeaked.

Garden State Plaza, now

Everything in Kim's body excruciatingly ached on top of aches. She could barely stay alert and awake while laid on a busted car but still felt Shego's hot breath.

"There won't be enough guidance counselors for your fellow students to get over your death," Shego growled, and interlocked her fingers through Kim's long, red hair.

"I have a parting gift for you Shego," Kim said with a raspy tone.

"Well, as much as I hate you, your pants always hang enticingly low," Shego moved even closer to Kim's face

Stealthily, Kim heavily sprayed roach spray directly into the villain's eyes. The evildoer screamed when the chemical contacted her corneas. In a sudden feat of strength, Kim pushed a clenched fist directly towards the sound of Shego's scream and connected, sending her careering off the hood to hit the floor.

"Motherfucker!" Shego flailed, clawed at her eyes, and scratched herself in the process.

Kim could barely focus, as if she were moving through a giant vat of petroleum jelly, but still slumped into the driver-side and yanked out the base of the steering column. A few strokes of wires sparked the engine to life. Shego heard the engine roar, but regained her sight to see Kim behind the wheel.

Kim shifted the gears and spun the tires. After a Old West stare down, Kim saw green. Green meant go. Shego, shocked by this turn of events, took a hit from the incoming vehicle. But she sank her claws into the hood and hung on.

Kim sped at forty miles per hour through the walkway of a long mall. She deliberately crashed into kiosks and caused debris to strike the murderess. A disoriented Shego smashed her fist through the windshield to fire a burst of flame, but Kim swerved and redirected her shot. Unfortunately, the flame grazed Kim's right shoulder. Kim snatched Shego's wrist and flailed her arm into the shards.

"Low riding pants?! You sick fuck!" Kim drunkenly hollered as the vehicle reached fifty. But as a difficult turn approached, she had no choice but to brake. The car skidded into a "You are here" sign. Shego kept moving at fifty miles per hour through a Hot Topic store with a near deafening crash.

In an adrenal rejuvenation, Kim leapt from the side-straddled car. Though Hot Topics are small, Kim still could not pinpoint her enemy. Nevertheless, the teen girl cautiously entered. The killer was always stealthy, so Kim thought, but how much so in this cramped space? Kim was in the middle of the store near the damaged checkout counter; no Shego in sight.

Then it dawned upon her too late. Within seconds, the maniac swooped down and scraped Kim's burnt and bruised back. Her cry of agony was heard by the officers outside. Shego booted her spine, careening her into clothes racks. While falling, Kim quickly snatched a leather belt, whipped the buckle and caught her face. A bullet of blood shot from her cheek.

"Lucky shot, cunt," Shego also grabbed a large, leather belt, and tightened it around her neck.

The teen hero was being strangled. They thrashed about the store. A display of knives and swords was exposed. Kim maneuvered toward them then quickly jutted her cranium into Shego's nose. The woman felt pain and loosened the grip. Kim grabbed a random dagger and jammed its blade into the right thigh of Shego. Her scream was loud and piercing. Kim then gut kicked Shego completely out of the store.

Kim removed the belt from her neck, and her wheezing could deeply concern any present witness. She was also losing emotional control.

Parking lot, moments ago

After Agent Phillips heard the second scream, he almost sent reinforcements. The middle-aged man flashed to how he would keep his daughter safe. Unfortunately, there was too much risk to the safety of Shego's hostages. Kim was a volunteer who frequently took risks. He let her in but still had not liked it.

Officers' concentration on the mall events was detrimental to watching Ron. One with a sharp memory passed by the unit where Ron used to be. "The blonde kid is gone!"

"What the hell? Now we're gonna get two children killed." Agent Phillips reacted.

END OF ROUND 5