Wade Load Audio Journal, 3/27/17
10:30 AM
The microchip embedded in Shego's cerebral cortex controlled the animator and the energy cage. However, the animator wasn't a high priority, for I easily disrupted that weaker interface between her and it. Regrettably, her control over the cage is impossible to sever, But I determined that Ron needed to locate a high voltage source to be directly administered onto Shego, in order to short out the chip. The necessary measure of voltage would kill her. But the energy cage would cease to function before her brain death.
10:35 AM
I read a fluctuation in the energy cage readout. Shego activated its compression function with a ten minute countdown.
I also read fluctuations in Kim's vitals. Separately, each injury would be non-fatal. Collectively, they are lethal. Her blood pressure was falling. I diagnosed that she would die in approximately ten minutes without immediate medical attention.
10:36 AM
I heard the police radio communications planning to follow Special Agent Phillips into the mall if he had not returned with Shego in ten minutes. You could cut these coincidences with a knife.
Mall
Shego lied and always intended to kill her hostages. The murderess clutched her stomach from the gunshot wound that Special Agent Phillips gave her, but she still had mobility.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to kill whoever stopped my mannequins," Shego groggily announced, then jogged away.
Kim wildly fired the remainder of the clip at the moving green and black blob. She then entered the store where Phillips rolled into and saw the brown trench coat he wore. She knelt by him and supported his head with her left hand.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Kim asked.
"You're welcome," the officer answered, then noticed that Kim was physically unrecognizable from the girl he tried to detain earlier this morning. He winced in pain and felt guilty for that after the nightmare he saw inches away. "The glass slashed my Achilles. I won't be able to walk. But you have to go to a hospital."
He gently grasped her hand missing the thumb, and saw the gaping hole in her right shoulder, plus every other mutilation, break, burn and bruise. As he uprighted himself, he felt the wet, soft dermal damage to her back.
Kim didn't hear his words too well, but she got their inflection. But now an angel and devil stood on her shoulders.
Devil Kim: "This asshole is right! Get to a hospital. There's no fucking way you're gonna survive."
Angel Kim: "Kim, there are more lives at stake than just ours. There are more families than the Possibles."
Devil Kim: "Shut your fucking mouth, bitch. We're currently beaten to a bloody pulp! All you care about is justice. Where's the justice if we're dead? Do we really need to be a martyr?"
Angel Kim: "Kim, Shego is a danger to everyone. We have a responsibility to see to it that she no longer harms people, no matter the cost."
Devil Kim: "We're fucking sixteen! We need to live!"
Angel Kim: "We need to stop Shego. She can't be allowed to hurt anymore people."
"All right, shut the fuck up!" Kim Possible screamed, to the confusion of Agent Phillips.
"Kim, you'll die if we don't treat you," he begged.
Kim stood and towered over the felled FBI agent. She brushed herself off, albeit to no avail, sighed, coughed and gurgled. "You slowed her down, Agent Phillips. All I have to do is finish it."
END OF ROUND 11
