Jez: 1) It was an old version of the chapter, and as tends to happen, I got lost in the middle of the story, so I had to find a way to bring it to a close.

2) You're right. I noticed that as well, when I rewrote the chapter.

3) He's not an expert, just capable. If you'll notice, she beat the hell out of him. As for being a blaggart, it's simply a character flaw. This is his biggest scene in the story, and was really just a filler between two sections. Writing him out sounds like a good idea, however it fits into two much larger story lines, so it's simpler to leave him in, than trying to explain why he wasn't there.

The fight scene actually took place after the end of cheer practice, and at the opposite end of the foot ball field, so there wasn't any school authority around.


"Shego, did you talk him into letting me out?" Drakken asked. They were no longer in the cells, but instead in fairly comfortable rooms.

"Yes, and no." Shego shrugged. "I convinced him to move you to a better room. As for me, let's just say, I've found someone of more interest." She turned from where she was standing, and walked to the door. "Consider this my resignation."

"Shego, you have a contract!" Drakken bellowed.

"You could ignore that, or I could kill you, and null the contract." Shego offered with an incredibly pleasant smile. Drakken swallowed.

"Ignored." Was all he managed, as she walked out the door. He sighed. "I better get out of here, before she has me terminated."


"The information that was given us seems to be accurate, as far as I can tell. The only slight problem, is it's in Canada, and a fairly remote region of it as well. The RCMP doesn't even patrol there, except with over flying planes." Kim snorted in disgust at the lax patrolling, ignoring totally the fact that the average temperature was only sixty in the summertime, and around twenty at this point in fall. She heard Adam behind her whispering that she meant the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, to the others. She ignored that as well. "And we don't have any favors that can get us in there either."

Wade had been very glad she was in another city when he had to tell her that. Veronica spoke up. "You don't, but I might. Hang on." She pulled out her cell phone, and dialed a number. There was a moment, then... "Hi Julia, it's V. No, dad's fine. Do you still have that plane of yours? That's great. Your leg? What happened? Skiing?" There was laughter from Veronica for a moment. "No, sorry, I know it's not funny, but there's nothing else I can say." Veronica listened for a moment, a smile growing on her face. "Hang on just one second." She put her hand over the reciever, and looked at Kim and Ron. "Either of you qualified to pilot a cessna?"

"Ron is, I'm the chopper pilot." Kim answered after a moment. "Problem is if we go in, there'll be no one to fly the plane."

Veronica looked at Adam and Wallace. Wallace didn't have to answer.

"I can fly, but my good landings, look like bad crashes." Adam replied. "The bad ones usually involved being splattered across a mountain side." He winced.

"How did you survive?" Wallace asked.

"Jumped." Came the inevitable answer.

"Don't worry, I think we have a favor that'll get us a pilot." Kim answered.


"I hate flying." Adam grunted.

"Why did you come along?" Veronica asked.

"Because you told me to." He replied, not letting go of his seat. Ron chuckled from the other seat. "What's so funny?"

"You two sound like you're boyfriend-girlfriend." Ron replied.

"You're disgusting." Veronica replied, grinning. "He's definitely not my type. Besides, I'm dating a cop."

"Dating?" Kim asked.

"Well, we've been out twice." Veronica replied. "Though one did sort of end with a near shooting."

"A near shooting?" Ron asked. Veronica grinned.

"Long story." She replied. "What about you?" She prodded Adam.

"Sorry, I'm a confirmed Bachelor. I have no interest in the female of species, beyond discounts on parts for my bike." He grinned. "And before you ask, I'm straight."

"We're over the drop zone." Came the pilots voice over the PA, they'd saved his plane from middle of the ocean, carrying a cargo of penicilin to a group of islands in the pacific. Kim and Ron headed for the door, and he opened it.

"Ready?" He asked Kim. She kicked him out of the plane, and followed. Veronica closed the door.

"You know, I'll never understand why anyone would jump out of a perfectly good airplane." Adam shook his head. A surface to air missile sheared through the tail of the plane, miraculously without detonating. "This I get."


Kim swept to the right as she and Ron fell from the plane, and cut back just in time to be missed as a single surface to air missile tore into the tail of the aircraft. Moments later she saw three figures leap out of the plane, and three chutes opened. She turned and pulled her arms and legs in, accelerating her dive. Ron saw that, and the plane, and followed suit. At fifteen hundred feet, they opened the special ops designed chutes they wore, and swung in dropping through a large air exhaust vent. They landed on the maintainence grating of the fan, so it could remain in operation if maintainence was needed on the fan, such as removing ice. Ron dropped his chute, and pulled a laser torch. He pushed it through, and lit it, slicing apart the fan blades, from the main rotor, and then cut through the grating. He dropped down, and cut out the next section, as Kim held it to reduce noise. Then she pulled it up, and dropped through into the vent. Ron followed.

"This way." Kim waved, and they slid silently along the vent. The air in the vent was fresh and clean, but at the same time recycled. Ron guessed it was a second fan providing fresh, with some of it being recycled to reduce visiblity. He followed Kim closely, watching the walls for traps. It wasn't until they dropped out of the vents, after several miles of angular piping, that they found the trap. It was the ventilation system itself. Water, almost a foot high covered the floor below them as they looked around the room, with flash lights. Then the lights came on.

"I'm sorry for the slightly soggy greeting Miss Possible." Micheal Coren's voice called from above. His face on the wall was smiling at them, as was Shego standing behind him. "But I require use of your head. A pity you're on the wrong side of the law, you could be useful to our organization."

"Funny, I was just about to say the same." The grappling gun shattered the monitor, and set into the wall, Kim reached for the trigger, at the same time the floor flashed several thousand volts, enough to put her and Ron out, but not kill them.


Kim woke to the sound of laughter. It wasn't pleasant laughter either. There was only one person she knew of that sounded like that. Shego.

"What are you laughing about?" Kim asked.

"I've got my evil groove back. And you're all goody-goody again. Too bad you won't live to enjoy it." Shego snarled, and lashed down with her hands, intending on simply destroying Kim's neck on the way down. She never made it, as Ron crashed into her from the side, sending them down in a heap. Veronica appeared beside Kim, with a crowbar in her hands.

"How did you get out?" Kim asked, as the blond fought the bar under the restraint.

"Adam managed to hide a lock pick, and Ron picked the lock." There was a snap, as the restraint that held Kim snapped, and she grabbed the crow bar, and freed her feet. Gunfire came from the hall, as Adam and the pilot entered, each carrying an assault rifle.

"No guns." Kim snapped, and charged Shego, who'd freed herself from a now bleeding Ron. As gunfire pinged off the door, neither Adam nor the pilot felt obliged to listen. Veronica ducked through the fight, and pulled Ron to his feet. The wound wasn't deep, but Shego had scored with her claws. She helped him clear of the fight, and leaned against the wall.

"We need another way out." The pilot yelled. "We're low on ammo." He and Adam were taking turns firing a shot down the hall, being conservative with the ammo to hold them off.

"There is no other way out." Coren called from the other side of the room, where he'd just entered with a dozen guards. Kim saw it, twisted in motion, and threw Shego. The supervillaness crashed into Coren and his guards, and sent them sprawling. Veronica and Ron headed for it, the latter holding his bleeding arm, the former holding him. Kim moved ahead to watch for guards, while the other two played rear guard.

"We can't get out of here without an aircraft, Ron's to badly hurt." Veronica called ahead to Kim.

"Go left." The pilot yelled. "I can smell fuel." Kim turned left ahead, and there was a hangar. The only problem, was there were two snowmobiles, and a chopper, with only room for four.

"Someone is going to have to stay behind." Kim snapped. "I can fly the chopper, but I don't want to leave anyone behind."

"Then I'll fly the chopper, and you can stay behind." Adam offered.

"I see chivalry really is dead. And if it wasn't, you just killed it." She retorted.

"You're the one that can do anything. No problem, I'll take the snow mobile, and you fly the chopper." He started away, as Shego entered the room.

"No, get them out of here, I'll deal with Shego." Kim pushed him the otherway, and ran for the snow mobile. The doors opened as the chopper fired up, and she swung her leg over the snowmobile. She hit the gas and broke from the hangar as the chopper rose out, a touch ungracefully, but clear none the less. Shego roared in anger as she followed Kim racing south across the frozen ground. A chopper over head made Kim look up.

For an instant she wondered what that idiot was doing, when gun fire erupted from the nose of the chopper. Though it was the same model, it was not the same chopper. Kim cut left through the arc of fire, making the chopper miss past her and forcing it to come around. She could see trees ahead, and knew she'd be safe from the chopper if she could make it. Unfortunately a blast of plasma overhead, reminded her that the chopper wasn't all she had to worry about. She pushed the snowmobile to full throttle, but Shego's was the same model, and she kept pace easily. She swerved left to dodge a plasma blast sighted in her rearview mirror, then right to dodge gunfire, then left again to dodge a rocket from the chopper.

As she continued to race through the frozen wasteland, she desperately searched for a way to reach the trees, or get away from Shego faster, but everything was flat. Then she saw what she needed. A small, inconspicuous button on the left handle. It was marked with a single word, that made her give silent thanks. 'Nitro.' She hit the button, and the chemical mix poured into the engine giving her another twenty miles an hour of speed, pushing her to a hundred and fifty, and the very edges of where she'd ride with confidence. The nitro cut out, with less than a hundred yards to go to hit the woods, and she ducked behind a tree. The gauge showed she was at a half tank, probably the extended nitro burn was the cause. She dodged through the trees, and cut up a snow pile, jumping to a ledge higher up, that while it was exposed to the chopper, provided a possible protection from Shego. The lower ramp had crumbled as she jumped, meaning her nemesis would have to find a way around. Kim only hoped she could find a way out, before that happened. She gunned the engine, and raced on.

Just when she thought she was home free, gun fire erupted over head, as the chopper ripped apart a tree to her left. She swore, and hit the engine racing away. She broke from the trees into five hundred feet of open air, and saw salvation. She pushed off the snowmobile, and caught the skid of the chopper racing by. The door of the Huey opened, and she grabbed the pro-offered hand, recognising the face that greeted her.

"Wade called, and said you might need a little aid." The dark haired woman replied.

"Lara, you have no idea how glad I am to see you." Kim replied, giving the british tomb raider a hug, as the chopper accelerated away from the cliff.

"I rather thought you might be. Now, what is this all about?" Lara asked, eye quirked curiously. Gun fire interrupted Kim as she started to speak.

"They don't give up easily, do they?" Kim asked rhetorically.

"They will in a minute. This bird has a few surprises of it's own." Lara replied, grabbing a joystick from it's mount behind the co-pilots seat. Kim didn't recognize the pilot, but figured it was one of Lara's contacts. A screen in the back of the co-pilots chair caught her attention, as Lara took aim for a fuel line identified in the schematic overlaid on the chopper. She pulled the trigger, and round punched into the chopper. The chopper cut sharply to the right, and and then straightened, but Kim recognized the tell tale signs of an auto-rotation landing. Someone was going to be in trouble for the loss of the chopper.