Sixteen years ago

Nurse: "She's fully dilated!"

Pediatrician: "Okay Sela, we need you to push really hard this time!"

Nicholas Phillips: "Come on, Sela, you're doing great"

"For the love of God, get it out of me!" After hours of labor, the young Sela Phillips squinted like she never squinted before. The stress of her first childbirth took its toll while she laid in the stirrups.

"Give them another push, honey," Nicholas' hand reddened from her squeezing it, but he was too overjoyed to notice.

"I'll give them my life's savings when they'll get this parasite out!" She yelled.

"One more," the doctor ordered, and she pushed.

Once a muffled cry was heard, the proverbial stork delivered a girl to Mr. and Mrs. Phillips. With her breathing passage cleared and umbilical cord cut, she was cleaned and handed to brand new, proud parents.

"Oh, my God, Nick, she's so beautiful," Sela weakly said while cuddling the brand new infant.

"The most beautiful baby I've ever seen. She'll be safe for as long as she lives," The thirty two years-old F.B.I. agent kissed his wife's forehead.

Rikers Island, women's ward, seventeen days ago

Although Shego was among general population, she had more clout than other inmates. The inhibitor collar she was forced to wear suppressed her powers, not her devious mind. She was permitted a visit from Dr. Zachary Tandy, a neurosurgeon she had surreptitiously contacted. The pinstripe suited man in his sixties was passed off as an uncle who raised her. Today, they sat at a round table to discuss matters. The doctor nervously searched the room.

"Stop fidgeting, you dumb fuck. Not everyone here is in my pocket," Shego harshly enunciated. "I've been working on this since before I got locked up, and I don't need a fossil like you to fuck it up today. Now, when can you perform the surgery?"

"I've told you before. Neural interfaces with artificial technology are extraordinarily experimental, especially with the specs you provided."

"You're not being paid for uncertainty, Doctor. I'm not hearing what I expect to hear."

"When the interface microchip is connected to the cerebral cortex, you'll control the animator and energy cage. But listen, it's risky, even dangerous to expand its parameters to both devices." Dr. Tandy held up his hands to convince her.

"I don't give a shit, Dr. Tandy. It's my spotlight dance and I'm saving this last one for Kim Possible," she said.

Food court, now.

"My head hurts. These bitches act no differently than any I've wanted to date!"

Ron was being beaten to death by walking mannequins. At first, the blond teen valiantly fended them off but they got the best of him. He crumpled to his knees, but the plastic women continued their barrage.

"These are the worst pains in my life. My Ron juice is leaving my head."

Ron crouched on the slippery, bloody floor. He saw it drip away from his eyes. A boot to his ribs, a fist to his face, a slash on his back, his arms buckled and his support gave out. He had difficulty breathing.

"Ron, hey, Ron?" The radio squeaked on with Wade's voice.

Ron slowly opened his eyes to see the mannequins in a frozen, stationary position. "Am I dead?"

"No, you are not. I finally disrupted the source. They should have malfunctioned," the boy genius listed.

"They stopped trying to kill me, if that's what you mean, Wade. Stand by." Ron limped over to a fire axe cabinet and removed it. "Hello, ladies! I'd like to axe you out!"

Mid mall

Shego relentlessly tortured Kim, who was wet from water, bloody cuts and seeping bruises. She could barely hear, see and move. Her right arm was immobilized from the the sizzling hole through her right shoulder. Its bone, marrow, muscle and skin were displaced by smoke, air and burned crust.

The demonic green woman was not in any better shape. Her own blood coated her bod. Her metabolism was pushed to the limit. But just as Shego had the advantage, she dropped Kim to the floor when the animator was deactivated. The connection between the microchip, her brain and the device was cut and the woman no longer controlled the mannequins.

"What the fuck did you do?" Shego bellowed at Kim.

"She didn't do a damn thing except try to stop you," Special Agent Phillips answered.

Shego spun around to see him aiming his gun at her. Phillips stood several yards away and had not lost his line of sight once he first saw her.

"Get out of my way, scum. I've got things to do," she barely acknowledged.

"You're under arrest for...pretty much everything," Phillips said.

"Everything? I doubt that's a legitimate charge, officer." Shego slurred and stepped toward him

"Don't fucking move," he ordered, and kept a steady hand with her in her sights. Kim was laid out his right and at Shego's left. "Kim? Kim, are you awake?"

Kim was in bad shape. Special Agent Phillips had images of his own daughter floating in his mind, but as a professional law enforcer, he had to remain focused.

"She can't answer right now. So I'll tell you what, I surrender. Oh, wait, I have super powers." Shego expended a wide flame at the agent. He leapt out of its path but straight through a store window.

Kim reached into the leg pocket of her uniform pants, removed the dagger she used earlier and tossed to penetrate Shego's back. Shego convulsed from trying to remove the sharp nuisance. Phillips fired his gun at the gyrating Shego, and twice hit her abdomen. Shego could only manage to shoot a fireball at Phillip's shooting hand. Shego finally removed the blade, broke it, and limped between the two well distanced apart heroes. Kim picked up the gun left handed and aimed it at the villain.

Shego's peripheral vision picked up its glint of metal from it and turned towards the girl who saved the world on several occasions. "The princess steps up her game!"

"I'm not playing games, you monster. You don't deserve to live." Kim tersely coughed.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my little boots." Shego stood motionless while drooling red spittle and clutched her stomach. While Special Agent Phillips was just another dead cop to her, this was Kim Possible, who never used guns.

"Just tell me where the hostages are, already." Kim demanded.

"The food court on the opposite side of the mall. But someone already found them."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"There. My cage will compress in ten minutes," she uttered finitely.

Kim's eyes widened. She had to to prioritize saving innocents over killing Shego.

END OF ROUND 10