Professor Dementor had never been a patient man. The red clad madman knew it, though he tolerated such a short coming. Years ago, he had been working on a formula that could have very well have granted him total control over the world's populace. However, Dementor's impatience had led to it quite literally blowing up in his face, forever cursing him with a yellow complexion of skin. Undeterred, he had not let that faze him. He still pressed on with his goals of world domination.

It did not mean he was any more of a patient man than before, though. That lead Dementor to his current lot at life; he was at his wit's end. It had been two days since he had taken the research lab's staff hostage, and there was still no payoff.

"Doctor Orvil," Dementor said to the hostage currently hunched over a table of his work. "It out of the kindness of my heart, the very small sliver of it that still remains, that you are still free to conduct research on the projects that have gone on here for years. But I am not known for my patience. Have you finally found a way to make that blasted artifact useful?"

Gregory Orvil, his auburn hair ruffled and still wearing his lab coat, turned to Dementor. "Why should I even hurry along for you anyway?"

"Excuse me?" Dementor asked in surprise, raising his voice in protest.

Orvil leaned in close to Dementor, his eyes meeting his. "You and I both know that when I finish my research, the end results being the very reason you came here, that I'm worth nothing to you. And I've already seen what you've done to the other hostages."

"I've told you once and I've told you twice," Dementor hissed. "I had no hand in their deaths."

"Then tell me this," Orvil sneered, "who was able to get into that room, kill off your guards, and then start killing the hostages?"

"Why do you think I've had this lab secured by my best men?" Dementor shouted. "Believe me, if there is some homicidal intruder running around this facility, he won't be able to get in here."

"You moved all but one of your thugs here?" Orvil questioned. "You don't care if the rest of the hostages are killed?"

"I may be a gentleman, Orvil, thus I would never kill hostages by my own hands, but that doesn't mean I have any reason to protect them at the cost of my own life."

"But you saw how this intruder slaughtered your own men. what makes you think any of them can protect you?"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about that," Dementor continued, a deep grin covering his face. "That is why I have my new bodyguard, isn't that right?"

From the shadows a man stepped forth. "Indeed it is, Professor Dementor."


Shego's eyes darted around the hallway, scanning over all its doors. "Now if we were evil super criminals, and we are, where would we hold the hostages?"

"We've never actually taken all that many hostages now that I think about it," Drakken said quite suddenly.

"What?"

"No, really. Save for that incident at that video game factory, we've never bothered to take hostages. And even then, there were only two to take that time."

Shego sighed. "And what deep and overly philosophical revelation is this supposed to dawn upon me?"

"Not a thing!"

"God, you are so random," Shego said. "Now, again, where would we keep a large number of hostages if we had any?"

"Never gave it any thought, actually," Drakken answered.

"And why does this surprise me? Okay, fine. Where would Dementor keep them?"

"That's easy. He's always had a fondness for chaining them up and tossing them into a conference hall. And if the building didn't have one, he just left them in a hallway or something."

"And you've known that pertinent sort of info and didn't bring it up earlier?"

Drakken said nothing, just looking away. Well, if I had said anything of my own accord, it would have been wrong. That's just how it is. That's life.

Shego shook her head, walking off. "Thus ends another episode of wasting time with the absent-minded professor."

Drakken's eyes looked up towards Shego, drawn by the sound of her voice, or more specifically the sarcasm evident in it. Drakken knew he should have grown used to it by now, but it was simply beginning to eat away at him. He bit his lower lip and slammed his fist into the wall by his side, restraining whatever anger he could.

"What was that?" Shego asked as she turned at the sound of flesh striking metal.

Drakken's face instantly took on an expression of surprise. "Uh, heh, there was a bug."

"Whatever." Shego turned her attention back to the hostages, trying to concentrate on remembering the layout of the lab that Doctor Director had shown her. I just had to try and memorize it. 'Oh, I can do anything.' Shego shook her head. Of all the catchphrases I could have used off the top of my head, that one just had to be it... Shego's mind wandered, recalling the dozen or more fights she had had with Kim Possible. Win or lose, Shego had always enjoyed them. The thrill of the battle, the joy of finding an opponent that could bring the best out of her and vice-versa. Maybe if we're lucky, little Kimmie will show up and think we're the bad guys. I could use a bit of a workout...

Shego's inner monologue abruptly came to an end when she and Drakken swung open the door's to the research laboratory's conference hall.

"Oh my God," Drakken whispered, aghast at what he saw.

There were several hostages still blindfolded and gagged, chained to the legs of the conference's halls desk. However, there was also a pile of them in the room's corner; quiet and still.

"Dementor," Drakken hissed, his mood slowly changing. "He'd stoop so low?"

"What would he gain by killing them?" Shego whispered.

"Hey!"

Shego, alerted by the sound of an unfamiliar voice, turned her gaze toward the source of it. The hostages, some dead, some alive, weren't the only occupants of the room. One of the gray clad thugs that Dementor was always known to employ was there as well.

"Excuse me a sec, doc," Shego said. "Let me just take care of this."

"Dementor, I need backup!" the thug shouted into his radio. "Anytime no-" He was cut off as Shego caught him across the face with a jumping kick, knocking him out.

"What is going on?" Dementor's voice shouted through the radio as it hit the floor. "Answer me!"

Drakken picked up the radio. "It's me, old foe."

"Drakken? This lab is mine to ransack! Go find your own!"

"I'm not here to steal anything," Drakken answered.

"Hold on a second," Dementor replied. Several minutes of silence followed. "You idiot, you're off by nearly a week!"

"What?"

"Today is April 6th!"

Drakken shook his head and composed himself. "Oh, this is no joke, Dementor. I'm very disappointed in you, you know."

"What are you taking about?"

"Killing the hostages, of course. First rule of super villainy: hostages are not to be harmed, only arch-nemesis heroes."

"Don't talk down to me!" Dementor shouted. "I know that handbook like the back of my hand! You've never gotten past the first chapter!"

"Yeah, well, at least science gone awry worked out for my looks! Blue is so much better than yellow!"

"Yeah, well, your momma's so fat-"

"Nobody insults Momma Lipsky!" Drakken smashed the radio on the floor.

"Oh, I'm gonna need aspirin after listening to that," Shego said, shaking her head. "What were you thinking, letting him know we're here?"

"Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time..."

"Oh, good work, Double-O D! So much for stealth!"

Drakken looked away.

"Let's just free the remaining hostages and go catch Dementor." Shego's hands lit up, encased in emerald energy. Using her clawed gloves, she tore through the chains that ensnared the hostages; she then proceeded to take off the blindfolds and gags.

"Oh, thank you, Shego," one of the hostages said, a man in his late-twenties. "We can always count on Team Go."

"What is it with this town?" Drakken cried in the back.

"Is that a new member?" another hostage, this one a middle-aged lady, asked as she saw Drakken.

"Uh, yeah," Shego replied. "That's... uh... Bluego."

The old lady ran up to Drakken and hugged him. "Thank you, kind sir. But, well... you might want to get another color. Blue is Hego's color."

Drakken patted her on the shoulder with much hesitation. "That's... quite all right, miss. And thanks for the tip. Now, uh, all of you, please take the door on the left and follow the hallway until you've gotten out of here."

The hostages began filing out the door, through the hallway, eventually making their way into the sewers. The hostages were free, leaving Drakken and Shego.

"Oh, that was so beautiful," Shego said coyly, feigning a tear or two.

"Hah hah, very funny," Drakken replied. "Can we talk about more important things, Shego? Dementor never was one to just go and kill hostages..."

"It doesn't make any sense," Shego answered. "And you saw all the hostages we freed. Janitors, errand boys, desk clerks... not a scientist among them."

Drakken looked over the pile of the dead, holding his nose. "Judging from their clothes, I'd say those people were the scientists around here. Something isn't right..."

"First smart thing you've said all day, Doctor D."

Drakken scowled.


"Well, Orvil," Dementor cackled. "It looks like we won't be needing you anymore."

"What?" Orvil backed away from the mad scientist.

"We won't be needing you to continue your research on a power source any longer," Dementor explained. "Doctor Drakken is here, and he has brought the answer to my needs."

"You can't just tie me up and throw me in some closet!" Orvil shouted. "This research is my life!"

"Ah, a man with a love of science!" Dementor beamed. "You impress me, Orvil. But that doesn't change the fact that I don't need your project to be finished any longer-"

"What if I told you I could alter the project to help you in other ways?" Orvil said, cutting Dementor off.

"Well, then you still have some use. Very well, you may continue your work."

"Thank you, Professor Dementor," Orvil said as he returned to his work station.

Dementor walked away from Orvil and his experiment, returning to the other side of the laboratory where his henchmen were huddled together.

"Do you really think Orvil can make this project work for us?" Dementor's bodyguard asked.

"Oh yes," Dementor answered. "But for now I want you to take care of Drakken and Shego. Bring them to me."

"But what about the other intruder? What if they show up here while I'm away?"

"A chance I'm willing to take. Listen, my friend, you don't become a success without taking risks. Now please bring me Drakken and Shego."

"Yes, sir." The bodyguard made his way out of the room, heading off to confront Drakken and Shego.

"And just in case you do not succeed..." Dementor signaled for one of his thugs to come over. "Thug Twenty-One-"

"The name's David, sir."

"Thug Twenty-One, I need you go take one of our hover cars and run a little errand for me."


"You know," Drakken said. "It's quite distressing that we still don't even know what was going on at this lab in the first place... You'd think Doctor Director of all people would have some info..."

"Yay for double secret cover-ups and classified information," Shego replied as she made her way down the hall. "This place is more secretive than Area 51-"

"Well, everyone knows what's at Area 51," Drakken spoke up. "And now poor Commodore Puddles is stuck there..." Drakken felt a small tear roll down his face. Oh sure, he never could make time to walk the dog, but he had loved it so. "Poor Puddles..."

"Well, you're the one who used that ray to turn Puddles into a giant and tried to invade Area 51," Shego reprimanded. "No wonder all those scientists there wanted to perform tests on him."

"We should have rescued him..."

"Oh, I would've if I could've, but you had to go and steal that UFO and end up being abducted by aliens. Do you have any idea how much of a pain it was trying to steal another UFO and go rescue you?"

"A story for another time," Drakken replied. "Just another failure..."

Shego stopped.

"What's wrong?" Drakken asked.

"Someone's coming."

Drakken could hear it as well. But it did not sound like a someone. To him it sounded like a freight train was tearing through wall after wall, heading their way. "What the-"

Drakken was cut off as a figure tore through the wall before him, sending both he and Shego flying. They hit the floor hard, rubble from the demolished wall falling around them.

"Well," a voice said. "I guess I should have expected to run into you when I signed up to be Dementor's right-hand man."

Shego shook her head as she pulled herself up from the floor. Out of her eye she saw something that made her heart stop. A hand encased in a blue glow. She quickly turned and saw the visage of her attacker.

"Hello, sis," Hego said. "Long time no see."


David Anderson sighed. He knew it should not have bothered him, he knew he should have been over it by now, but no matter how many times it happened, it still hurt him deeply.

Why can't Dementor just remember my name?

He had not trained so much in his life, worked so hard in the Hench Co. training facilities, just to end up some nameless thug, forced to live by recognition by way of a number. Had he?

David knew he wanted more, but he shelved those desires. Dementor was one of the best, that was what Jack Hench had told him when he had been sent off to work with Dementor. Well, that and being told that Dementor was the best paying evil employer Hench Co. had ever dealt with.

So David sighed once more, realizing that he could tolerate being forever remembered as simply Thug Twenty-One. Well, at least as long as the pay was good and plentiful.

Thug Twenty-One gave up on his introspection, the house of one Mrs. Lipsky came into sight. He silently parked the hover car as close as he could and stepped out of the vehicle. He made his way to the closest window and saw Mrs. Lipsky at her kitchen table. Thug Twenty-One braced himself and dived through the window.


Shego could not help but remember her brother's face from long ago. It was a distant memory, nonetheless it remained clear in her mind. Team Go had just foiled the plans of their arch-foe, Aviarius, and the villain was being sent off to jail once again. That series of events had happened many a time during her days as a crime fighter, but one thing always stood out. Hego's face. After every victory on the behalf of Go City, Hego had worn that smile. A sugary sweet smile that, as far as Shego was concerned, was the epitome of all that was good in the world. It had always made her sick to her stomach to see it.

However, looking upon Hego now, Shego almost missed that feeling. Gone was the friendly smile, gone the hopeful expression. Hego was cold and distant, an ugly fire burning in his eyes- one of anger and disdain. The only thing that was the same was his blue variant of Shego's costume.

"Oh, what's this?" Hego asked. "Is the cranky smart mouth finally speechless?"

"Ah, you forget!" Drakken replied. "She's a cranky smart mouth prone to excessive violence!"

Shego made no motion to move.

"Ah... Shego..." Drakken stammered. "Now would be a really good time for some of that excessive violence..."

"What's the matter?" Hego asked his sister. "Don't have it in you to attack your own blood? You seemed so full of vigor, so sure of yourself when you went after us back at Aviarius'..."

Shego still made no move, nor said anything.

Drakken knew why. Out of all the people involved in the incident at Aviarius' lair, he had been the only one to see what Shego had done. She had turned on her brothers, taking the Go Crystal and all their powers for herself. Then she had thrown the fight to Kim Possible so that the crystal would be destroyed, the powers returned to its rightful owners. She had proven she was evil, thus forcing her brothers away, yet she could not betray them. Not completely. Drakken recalled exactly what he had said after they had escaped. 'You practically gave it to her. You really don't have it in you to betray them, do you?' It was then that Drakken understood.

"Aw, come on," Hego mocked, standing before the silent Shego. "No witty comeback? No violent outburst? No little 'I'm evil, not you. Do I make myself clear?' rant? No? Fine."

Hego's hands lit up with blue energy, and he struck Shego across the face with all his might. Her body, under the impact's command, flew away from Hego, slamming her into the far wall.

Drakken had seen enough. He began rolling up his sleeves. "If it's a fight you wan-"

In one quick motion, Hego spun around and grabbed Drakken by the collar of his lab coat. Then he slammed Drakken against the wall. "Oh, I do, but I seriously doubt you are the one who can fulfill such a desire."

Shego shook her head as she stood. She wiped away the hot blood that dribbled down her mouth. Oh, she knew Hego had always been strong, but that had been her first experience of being on the receiving end of his strength.

What is he doing here?

She could not figure it out. He, the paragon of virtue, working for Dementor. Why would he do that? Shego did not know, but the one thing she did know was that she could not fight him. Oh, she wanted to. Every evil instinct in her body demanded that she tear him apart. Still, she could not. He was her brother. He was family.

"Come on, Shego," Hego said, looking over his shoulder. "Don't give me that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. It's so unlike you."

Shego stood up and braced herself against the wall. Her head still ringing from that one punch, she forced herself to stay up on her feet. "I don't want to fight you."

Hego dropped Drakken to the floor and turned. Then he laughed. "Don't want to fight me? You can't fight your own brother? This from little miss 'I am evil!'"

"I am evil," Shego replied. "I've even taken the test to prove it."

"It's true," Drakken said, shying away. "Hench Co. tests never lie... or so they say. Going by their test, I'm a fairly decent fellow, so I've decided to take their results with a grain or two of salt."

Shego bit her lip in frustration. "Not helping... I am evil!"

"No, I am," Hego replied. "It takes someone truly evil to beat the living crap out of their own sibling... and it doesn't seem you have the stones to do it. But I do."

Proving his point, Hego slammed into Shego, throwing her up and over his shoulders and onto to the cold hallway floor.

"Wait..." Shego coughed as she forced herself to stand. "You're helping Dementor... and he killed those hostages? Did he have you do that?"

Hego stepped back. "I... I..."

"Blast it!" Shego yelled, her patience finally lost. "Answer me! Did you kill them or not? Did you? Answer me!"

Hego lied. "Of course I did. I'm bad to the bone while you... you're just washed up. Maybe you should just go back home and leave the villain stuff to me."

"I can't do that," Shego said. "I'm the black sheep of the family. You're the hero and I'll make sure you stay the hero, even if I have to beat it back into you!"

Shego's hands lit up with her Go Team Glow.

Hego frowned. "This is not how it is meant to be... but if I must prove to you which of us is the villain, so be it."

Hego's hands powered up as well, the blue light reflecting off his face, a sadistic grin covering it. Shego braced herself-

"Let's get ready to rumble!" Drakken shouted as he peeked his head from behind the overturned rubble.

Shego and Hego turned, their voices in unison. "Would you please be quiet!"

Drakken ducked out of sight, an emerald laser blast striking the rubble before him.


"You failed?"

Dementor could hardly remember a time when he had been so furious. Before him stood Thug Twenty-One. Battered and bruised with several teeth apparently knocked out, the man could barely stand.

"Are you telling me that you couldn't even capture an old lady?" Dementor hissed, turning his back on Thug Twenty-One. "It was a simple task to go and kidnap this Momma Lipsky."

"I tried, sir," Thug Twenty-One replied. "I did exactly what you said to do. I snuck in her house via the window and found her in the kitchen. But..."

"But what?" Dementor hissed, his patience tried.

"She and this guy with a mullet were having toast with margarine, and the guy, he was all like 'I can't believe it's not butter, seriously!' So I tried to kidnap the old lady and boom! The guy jumps up from the table, whipping a crowbar from out of nowhere, and... and then... things get foggy."

"That happens when you take a severe beating," Dementor said. "I figure all those knots on your head-"

"From the crowbar, I imagine," Thug Twenty-One replied. "And probably the spatula the Lipsky woman took out of a drawer."

"You've had a rough day."

"Can I take the rest of the day off?"

"Why, yes," Dementor answered. "In fact, your incompetence is going to let you take as many days off as you want. You're fired!"

"Aw, come one!"

"Wait..." Dementor continued. "That would mean I'd have to rename Thug Twenty-Two as Thug Twenty-One... Thug Twenty-Three would then become Thug Twenty-Two... and then- Oh, forget it, you're rehired!"

"Thank you sir." Thug Twenty-One began walking over to a chair to sit, only to collapse on the way.

"Oh, this is just sad," Doctor Orvil said as he stepped over the unconscious man. "You really can't hire good help, can you?"

"What do you want?" Dementor asked.

"To ask a question," Orvil answered.

"Your time would be better served completing the project than this trivial matter."

"Well, I was just curious... why did you want the Lipsky woman?"

"Simply put, I need what Drakken has... and she was to be the trade that would force him to give it to me. Drakken doesn't know that I had nothing to do with the murder of the hostages, so I was going to tell him that I would kill her if my demands were not met. Ah well. Now I'll just have to lie that I even have her hostage. No big."

"Pathetic," Orvil whispered under his breath.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing," Orvil said as he turned away. "I'll be in the other room. I'll have the project finished soon."

"See that you do."


"Come on, Shego!" Drakken cheered from his corner of the hall. "Throw a Fireball! Quarter-Circle, Punch!"

Shego looked away from her brother. "What?"

"Ultra Road Fighter II Velocity!" Drakken replied. "Classic arcade game! So many quarters gone..."

"You really know how to butcher a serious moment, don't you?" Shego turned away from Drakken, only to see her brother charging directly at her.

Drakken turned away, hiding once more behind the rubble. "It's all I can do..."

Shego, meanwhile, dodged a punch from her brother, and delivered one of her own. It was then and only then that she was glad invulnerability had not been part-and-parcel with Hego's gift of super strength.

"Oh, I'm hurt," Hego said as he slammed into Shego, drilling her into the wall. "But I can assure you there is nothing you can do to truly hurt me. Not anymore." Hego's fingers gripped Shego across the face, tightening every few seconds.

Shego said nothing as she struggled in Hego's vice-like grip. He pulled her away from the wall, only to slam the back of her head into it once more. Shego gasped in pain as stars flashed before her eyes. Even through the pain was threatening to overwhelm her, all Shego could think of was the why? Why was Hego doing this? Why had he begun working for Dementor? Her thoughts, her emotions, were confused, contorted, and otherwise a wreck thanks to the situation at hand.

"Dementor... must... have put you under his control," she said, trying to talk despite the solid grip Hego had on her jaw. Shego hoped she spoke the truth, but she could hear it in her own voice. There was no confidence in her words, only desperate pleading for that to be the truth. "Some mind control machine, right?"

"No." Hego smiled, slamming Shego against the wall again. "How would he even go after me without knowing you and I were related? You've done awfully well keeping your heroic past a secret from the super villain community; ashamed of us, right? Am I getting closer?But no... I was the one who went to Dementor of my own free will."

Still in Hego's grip, her face obscured by his hand, Shego felt rage build up in her. "So that's it... Then I'm truly sorry."

Summoning up any power that she could, Shego let loose with an energy blast, hurling her brother across the room. Free from his grasp, Shego landed on her feet and braced herself for another attack.

Hego only smiled. "Good. There's still some fight in you, little sister. Now-"

Hego was cut off when a voice came over the miniature radio in his ear. "Hego," Dementor said. "There isn't any more need for violence. We have... a bargaining chip. Tell them that..."

Shego watched intently as Hego stood silent, his mind somewhere else. She considered attacking, but stopped when Hego spoke up once more.

"I suggest we do not continue. Dementor has a deal to make with Drakken."

"A deal?" Drakken questioned as he revealed himself from his hiding place.

"Yes," Hego answered. "You two will turn yourself in, or else your dear Momma Lipsky will be killed."

Drakken's eyes went wide. "He wouldn't dare."

"You have exactly one minute to decide."

Drakken walked over to Shego. "Shego..."

"No way," Shego answered, not even letting the question be asked. "I have this little family crisis to finish."

"But it's my mother!" Drakken pleaded, dropping to his knees. "Shego!"

Shego looked down at her employer as he begged. Slowly, very slowly, the emerald energy dissipated from her hands. She mentally kicked herself for her spur-of-the-moment comment. For all her evil nature, the very nature that she loved, she could not let Drakken's mother be killed. "I'm sorry, Doctor D." She looked at Hego. "I give up."

Hego smiled as he tore into the wall, ripping out two strips of metal with his super strength. "Excellent." He bent the strips of metal around Drakken and Shego's wrists, keeping their arms pinned behind their backs. "Now then... let's go see the good professor."


Professor Dementor cackled as he saw Hego bringing in Drakken and Shego. "Excellent! You've done me proud, Hego!"

"I aim to please," the blue costumed hero-turned-villain answered.

"Release my mother!" Drakken rasped, his tone consumed by anger.

"Soon, soon," Dementor replied. "But first, you will give me what I want."

"And that is?" Drakken asked. "Wait... You want my Cocoa Moo recipe, don't you? Never!"

"No, I do not," Dementor replied. "You'll know what I want soon enough. Hego, my friend, show them what this research lab has been working on."

Obeying his master, Hego walked over to the other side of the room. He hit a switch on the wall; under that command the wall began to slide down into the floor, revealing a hidden room. Once the false wall had opened, the device Dementor had spoke of lay revealed. The machine, simply enough, was nothing more than a giant cannon with a tread device to support it.

"That, my dear foes," Dementor said. "Is the Go Cannon."

"Go Cannon?" Shego asked.

"Yes." Dementor continued to rant, his voicing raising in his own trademark way. "You see, the government was quite intrigued by the emergence of Team Go... You more than any of your brothers, Shego."

"Why's that?"

"While your brothers had typical powers like super strength, duplication and mass control, it was your power that caught their eyes. Simple or not, your ability to fire destructive energy in limitless quantities got their attention. The higher-ups and big wig bureaucrats could only imagine how useful that sort of power, on a large scale, could be for military efforts. Thus they began building the Go Cannon in secret."

Drakken had his own questions to ask. "If that's true, how could you even know about it?"

"Why, a little blue bird whispered it in my ear." Dementor smiled.

"Hego, how could you?" yelled Shego.

"Hey, I needed to give Dementor some incentive to let me join him," answered Hego. "Info like that can get you far."

"Okay..." Shego said. "But how did you even know? The rest of Team Go didn't..."

"Oh, that's because I supplied the military with the power source that they tried to originally use for the Go Cannon," Hego replied. "The one that failed Dementor and I."

Hego pointed to the Go Cannon. Drakken and Shego followed the trail of the index finger, and then they saw it. Stationed on the back of the Go Cannon was a bright light that obscured an object unfamiliar to Drakken. Shego, however, recognized it.

"The Go Comet..."

"Yes," said Hego. "I gave the government the remains of the very comet that granted you, me and the others our powers."

"Why?"

Hego said nothing.

"It matters not," interrupted Dementor as he stepped into the conversation. "The comet itself has proved difficult to utilize. Over the years, its radiation has weakened. Neither the scientists who worked here, nor even myself could extract enough green energy from it to power the Go Cannon."

"And that's why you killed them?" asked Drakken.

"Believe what you want. But nonetheless I have to thank you for coming here, Drakken. You've brought me the power source that will fuel the Go Cannon, and thus allow me to bring this world to its knees!"

"What are you talking about?"

Shego knew. "He means me."