Chapter 7

A great deal sooner than any of the villains would of liked, the eccentric Duff Killigan had also been secured in his own bunk within the guys' compartment on the Global Justice aircraft. Without much delay, they were on their way toward the Rehabilitation Center.

Meanwhile, Kim, Ron, and the Global Justice folks were most pleased with a job well done. Kim, after take-off, made her way back to the ladies compartment, whistling softly to herself, and once within, greeted the assembled villainesses happily. "Afternoon, ladies. We're about twenty-five minutes out from the Rehabilitation Center…so, you might as well lean back, relax, and get comfortable," Kim advised, taking a seat on an empty bunk.

Shego snorted at the cheerful Kim, then took a look out the nearest window. Below and in the distance, she could spy what had to be a small secluded island out in the expanse of the open ocean. She knew right away that if she ever managed to escape the Center, she stood no chance whatsoever of being able to reach to the continent. She reflected back to the many conversations she and the other girls had participated in, formulating possible ways to escape. This had been a hot topic back when Kim and her crew had been away apprehending Duff Killigan. But…that had been then, this was now. It didn't take a genius to figure out all those plans were so much a waste of time. Shego saw the others looking out their windows down to the island, the same morose and forlorn expressions on their faces. Shego groaned softly in obvious frustration.

DNAmy and Andrea Lynn exchanged a glance upon hearing Shego groan. If the powerful and resourceful Shego thought their chances of escape were that low, they knew that their own chances of escape were practically nil.

Kim saw the trio of crestfallen faces and smiled, shaking her red-haired head. "C'mon, girls…did you really think we'd make it possible for you three to escape? No chance! Hey, this facility has better security than even the infamous Alcatraz Prison," Kim informed them all, ignoring the glares sent her way.

The GJ agent commander, plus six of his muscular and well-trained team, then entered the compartment, three of the guards bearing stout manacles in their hands. The other three headed back to the guys' compartment.

"Ah, there you are…right on time," Kim replied happily. She then turned toward her charges, all of whom sighed wearily upon seeing the chains. "Now, this is just standard procedure, guys…I'm sure you all now the drill by now," Kim explained.

A pair of sharp-eyed, no-nonsense agents advanced to just before Shego's bunk, restraints in hand. Kim leaned over and deactivated the EM barrier about her bed. Knowing escape was impossible, and that unruly behavior would only result in her being virtually enmeshed in chains, Shego simply rolled off of her bunk to her feet, and held out her arms before herself. The GJ agents securely cuffed her wrists, then ran the chains down, and secured her ankles together as well. Shego was intelligent enough to realize her plight…even if she hated admitting it. Kimmie had won this round, no doubt…and that thought wasn't a very uplifting thought…to say the very least.

The agents and Shego made their out of the compartment toward the aircraft's exit. There, they met by the male villains, who were all similarly shackled in a line. Drakken brightened briefly, looking hopefully over at Shego, his gaze asking if she had any chance of escape. Shego, brave if she was anything, could only met his intense gaze with a pitiful negative shake of her proud head. Drakken, realizing the futility of the situation, could only sighed and look down, dejected.

The six arch-fiends were all forced to walk along in two lines, with Ron and Kim leading the way, GJ agents flanking the twin lines. The villains gaped briefly at their first sight of their new home, at first marveling at the Center, then sighing heavily as they realized this facility was designed especially with them in mind.

The procession shuffled inside, and came upon a stark white-walled room with six sturdy chairs bolted securely to the floor. The purpose of these chairs became all too apparent as the agents quickly placed the six into their seats, securing them to the floor.

Dr. Director, the head of this facility, then made her appearance, walking inside and smiling tightly to all of them. She then turned a brighter smile and a thankful nod in Kim and Ron's direction. "Well done, team," Dr. Director observed, most pleased.

Kim blushed in spite of herself at the good director's praise, which made Ron grin.

Dr. Director smiled determinedly over at her new 'guests', giving them the benefit of her intense scrutiny. Then, apparently satisfied that all was in order for the moment, she began to speak. "Welcome, gentlemen and ladies, to the Global Justice Rehabitation Center. Now, let me start off by relating the rules of this institution to you, as well as the consequences that you will incur should you choose not to follow them," Dr. Director remarked in a friendly but strict tone. She then began to tick off points, raising one finger for each point.

"You six shall be joining each other during group rehabilitation sessions, as well as at meals. Otherwise, you will be residing within your individual cells. Please note that wake up time is at 6:00am; lights out will be at 10:00pm sharp. If you do not obey and follow these rules---to the letter---you will be disciplined in solitary confinement.

This punishment will consist of a stay within a sound isolation room of rather claustrophobic proportions---oh, and did I mention your garb during your stay in this room will consist of kevlar straight-jacket, which will be worn for a 24-hour period before you will be released back into the general population," she finished. She then allowed her gaze to track across the six felons before her. "Those, ladies and gentlemen, are the rules and regulations, as well as the most likely punishments that will be meted out to you should you not comply."

She looked around at all the pale faces once more, and nodded smartly realizing that they had all understood her. She then turned to Kim. "Kim? Could you take these rogues to their cells now…one at the time?" she asked of her.

"Yes, of course, Dr. Director," Kim replied, smiling with pride.

Shego groaned softly as she was forced out of her chair and into the polite, but no-nonsense hands of a pair of very alert guards. The two escorted their charge through the facility, and soon enough they made their way into the area dubbed 'The Rogues Gallery' by the Global Justice agents. The procession continued on until Kim stopped before one of the satin-finished metal doors.

"All right then...here goes," Kim announced, moving before what had to be some sort of control panel. Shego flexed her restraints--both around her slender wrists, as well as those about her ankles. She rolled her eyes in irritation as she watched her foe, Kim, flip her red hair over her shoulder, obviously preparing to begin the procedure that would incarcerate her, Shego grumbled softly to herself, "Great. Bloody wonderful," she remarked, damning Kim as well as the stout restraints that contained her just now.

Kim, ignoring the grumbling Shego, moved before the graphite-gray colored panel on the wall just to the right of the gleaming metal door. She then laid her slender hand against the panel and waited. She was somewhat surprised when a pencil thin bright vertical green beam suddenly appeared and moved from left to right beneath her palm, apparently checking her fingerprints, before the Computer remarked in a pleasant female voice, "Fingerprint Scan Complete. Confirmed match. Identity: Kim Possible. Please proceed," it intoned.

Kim nodded happily, but then her red eyebrows leapt up as the panel then morphed before her eyes, creating what appeared to be the eyepieces of some sort of funky binoculars. "Um, right. What exactly am I supposed to do I now?" Kim asked a bit hesitantly.

The Computer answered, "Please step forward, place your eyes against the eyepieces provided, and prepare for your Retinal Scan."

Kim looked a bit warily at the dual eyepieces. "Er…this won't hurt, will it?" Kim asked, frowning.

The Computer responded, "Negative. Please proceed."

Kim grinned at that. "Charming," she remarked, sounding anything but. She pulled her long red hair back yet again, then placed her pretty green eyes to the scanner. There was a bright flash, the scanner moving from her left eye to her right, then the female voice announced, "Retinal scan complete. Confirmed match. Identity: Kim Possible. Please proceed with Voice Recognition process."

Kim blinked, then shrugged. "Sure. Whatever," Kim mumbled.

The Computer ignored her clever sarcasm. "Please state your full name," it commanded.

Kim frowned then, not liking this part. "Ahem. Kimberly Ann Possible," Kim replied, as she was instructed to.

Shego snorted, smirking at Kim's full name, knowing how much Kim loathed her middle name.

The Computer paused a moment, then replied, "Voice Recognition Scan complete. Confirmed match. Identity: Kim Possible. Access procedure complete. Access granted to Room One, One A." The massively thick doors before Kim slid noiselessly open, one at the time. Even the normally unflappable Shego was forced to gulp, more than a little impressed. But, she didn't exactly have much time to stand there gaping...as she was forced into walking into her new cell by the none-too-gentle hands of the diligent GJ guards escorting her.

Kim followed the obviously grumpy Shego into her new 'home'. "Welcome to your new home, Steph," Kim remarked, teasing.

Shego ignored her, instead choosing to look around, very impressed. Her quarters had the look of a big living room. She saw that she actually had a plasma screen television, as well as what had to be two game consoles beneath it (a Gamecube and a PS2, if she recalled correctly). The room also sported a comfortable-looking, big bed, a bookshelf chock-full with books, as well as a few other things beside that.

Kim smiled, then continued talking. "All right then, a few things first: you should probably know that these walls are of constructed of the very same metal I came across that Halloween. You remember that, don't you?" Kim said, turning to look at Shego.

Shego held her head up defiantly as the GJ guards removed her chains, and then made their way out of her room, sealing off any chance of her escaping by filling the doorway with their own bodies. Shego growled softly at them, then glared over at Kim. "Is that so? Well, if that's the case, then you won't mind if I test your little theory then? Hmm?" she said sweetly, though her eyes blazed with a mix of irritation, cleverness, and some curiosity.

Kim smiled smugly, waving her hand at the wall. "Go right ahead, Steph! Knock yourself out," Kim replied.

Shego grinned upon hearing that, glad to have an opportunity to lash out at something! "Huh. Well, I don't mind if I do!" she growled, lifting up her hands, which now pulsed with the green flame, and violently slashed her hand toward the wall. Green lances of flame leapt forth, searing into the wall, but not through it. Before an amazed Shego's eyes, the wall glowed blue just before it quickly and eeriely repaired itself, looking as good as new in mere moments. Shego sighed wearily at this development, then turned back to Kim. "To answer your question…yes, I remember them...unfortunately."

Kim nodding, impressed. "Good. Glad to hear it. Now, next...the bathroom is right over there," Kim said, pointing to a door in the cell. She then turned back to Shego. "Oh, and by the way, just so you know...that's the only room in your quarters without video security 24/7." Kim shrugged, then gave her a grin. "We sort of felt that it wouldnt be very nice to deny you your privacy…you know, while you're taking a bath, using the bathroom, or changing into your PJs, or anything along those lines..."

Shego was silently relieved to hear that, but wasn't about to give Kim the satisfaction of knowing it might of bothered her. "Oh, my...how very kind of you all, Kimmie. You're a real sweetheart, you are," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Kim disregarded her contempt, and continued on, smiling...just because she knows it irritated Shego. "Now, Shego...just one last thing," Kim still explained, walking over to a wall, which she briefly searched, then grinned upon finding what she was looking for: a small silvery button, about the size of a nickel. She pressed this button, and thin lines raced up and down equidistant from the button, forming doors, which with a slight push from Kim's hand opened to reveal a giant wardrobe full of clothes---all in black and various shades of green. Kim turned back to her 'guest' again. "And, yes...in case you're wondering, all of them are just your size."

Shego was surprised at first, but then glowered, not liking surprises all that much, thanks. "How did you know they're all my size?" she countered, looking at the wardrobe before her.

Kim smiled at her again, then looked down at her own trim form. "Well...you never did retrieve that suit that Drakken forced me to wear when I was under his mind control, remember? So...we all figured that if it fit me, and I'm almost identical to you in size, that it would probably fit you too."

Shego snorted disdainfully, looking about in her new 'home' with distaste. "So, Possible...just how long am I supposed to be staying here anyway?" she growled.

Kim crossed her arms, smiling smugly. "Well, that all depends," she remarked. "You're here until you start behaving like a good girl. Ergo, no more villainy...or, maybe in your case, villainessy." Kim grinned at her cleverness.

Shego huffed, crossing her own arms, not realizing she was inadvertently mimicking Kim's posture nearly exactly. "Ergo," Shego shot back, mocking Kim's choice of words, "this is a permament cell then." She moved over to the bed, and flopped herself down on her back upon it. "Was that all, Possible? Or is there more fun things for you to tell me about?" she asked, flicking her eyes over to Kim.

Kim pretended to think a moment, then grinned, shaking her head. "Nope! Not really," Kim informed her. She turned toward the door, whisked briskly through it, feeling pretty darn good actually! "Toodles, Shego! I mean, see you later, Stephanie..." Shego glared at her. Kim grinned again, adding, "Oh, almost forgot." She then grinned even bigger. "Be good..."

Shego bristled, jack-knifing up into the seated position. "Bite me!" she called after Kim, who merely laughed as the door slid closed.
Ah...what a wonderful day this is turning out to be," Kim told herself aloud as she strode down the corridor.