A/N Standard Disclaimers Apply

A/N The-3-Amigos: Thanks for the support, and I'm not tellin' yet. HA!

Kim, Act One, Scene Two.

"And where are you going again?"

The tall woman swept her dark hair away from her face and coyly smiled at her scowling employer.

"It's not my fault you didn't get the invite," she said bitingly.

"Bah! Shego, I forbid you to attend this meeting of this so-called 'Council of Evil.' I need you here to help me with this experiment!"

The vein in Dr. Drakken's temple bulged, easily revealing his frustration. It must have been an oversight, he kept telling himself over the last few days, but Shego purposefully left her invitation letter open on her desk. The open taunt would not go unanswered. He spun on his heels and stormed toward his large bank of computers, leaning heavily on the console.

"Look, Doc, you know that babysitting the latest, greatest, take-over-the-world formula is not in my contract," Shego said putting her deep green leather jacket over her trademark green and black jumpsuit. "I'll take good notes and let you read them when I get back."

"Really?" Drakken said hopefully, missing the sarcasm in Shego's deadpan tone.

"Oh sure, Doc. You can count on me," she said obviously not meaning it.

Drakken let out a deep growl. "All right, Shego. Have your little party. But this, as you say, is not part of your contract!" The green tinged woman rolled her eyes as she left with Drakken still railing. "I'll be docking your pay for this!"

"Oh my! I guess I'll just have to stay now!" Shego exclaimed mockingly. "Good night, Doctor. Don't wait up for me. I know how you like your beauty sleep."

Drakken turned and leaned against his console once more.

Shego turned her motorcycle off road and rode into a gulley. Her keen reflexes kept served her well as she deftly avoided the rocks and branches across the trail. At the bottom, she found what looked like an abandoned mine entrance and stopped. Quickly hiding her bike in the brush, she stealthily approached the boarded door. At the spot marked in her letter, she found a touch pad and entered her given code. The decrepit door was only a mask, and a sleek metal door opened, revealing a stainless steel clad hallway.

Shego knew that a thousand cameras were on her as she walked down the center of the hall, her senses in "combat mode." Fortunately, but not for Shego, no threats appeared. The hall opened into a large meeting room. A large table, made to look like an open ring, dominated the room. Each chair was marked with the name of the occupant, but Shego recognized them all anyway. Senor Senior Senior and his buffoonish fop of a son, Junior, sat at the apex to their right, sat Lord Monte Fisk, a.k.a. Monkey Fist, D.N. Amy, and, Oh god, Shego thought disdainfully, Motor Ed, to their left, Professor Dementor, Gemini, and Duff Killigan. Her seat was, thankfully, on the opposite side of the table from Ed.

"WooHOO! It's about time we had some babe-age show up! Seriously."

"Back down grease monkey," Shego warned as Ed sprung out of his chair and slid on his knees up to her strumming the licks to "Cherry Pie" on air guitar. The green clad woman opened her hands and curled her fingers like talons.

"Considered it backed, hot stuff," Ed said. "Seriously. It rocks hard to be in your beauteous presence once more. Seriously."

"Yeah," Shego said flatly.

Senor Senior tapped his crystal water glass with his spoon. The clear chime rung over the chatter, and everyone took their seats.

"Thank you for coming," he said, his voice smooth and rich. "As you know, we all have suffered defeat at the hands of Miss Possible and her friends. Therefore, I thought it wise to finally organize and rid the world of our troublesome foe."

"Hear, hear!" Monkey Fist cheered.

Shego put her feet up on the table and folded her arms across her chest. The only reason she was here was to annoy Drakken. Although it's always useful to know what your competitors are up to, the idea of taking an entire evening to talk about her was ludicrous.

"I nominate, my father, Senor Senior Senior, as chairman of the Council of Evil!" Junior exclaimed, actually on cue. Shego arched her eyebrow and wondered how long they rehearsed that. Junior had potential, but was much too involved in his own narcissism to become a true villain.

"Bah!" Gemini bellowed and slammed his fist on the table. "It is I who have the most experience guiding and molding a secret organization! I should be the chair!"

Shego rolled her eyes again. Here it comes, she told herself. And it did. Dementor and Gemini nearly came to blows on which of them should rule. Monkey Fist argued that his hereditary rank gave him the right to lead. Junior hid behind his chair. Amy protested about the violence and the name of their group: "It should have a more cuddly feel!" Ed kept trying to undress Shego in his mind.

"WILL… YOU… JUST… STOP… IT!" Shego finally yelled in disgust. Her hands erupted in green fire as she stood.

All the villains stopped cold and stared at her. Monkey Fist had one foot around Gemini's neck and his hands on Dementor while they had him in a painful grip. Amy was on top of Gemini trying to protect her greatest creation. Senior and Junior looked at each other in confusion, while Ed still leered at her lewdly.

Shego breathed heavily, her exhales coming out as short growls. It was the only noise in the room.

Until…

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clap.

Shego turned quickly. A tall, armored man stepped out of the shadows clapping his hands. Was he there the entire time? Shego asked herself, trying not to let her surprise show. He wore a strange facemask: half black, half orange, with one eye opening, on the orange side. He walked into the room slowly.

"At least there is one professional here," he said. His voice was quiet, measured, but dominated the meeting room. He stopped before Shego and handed her several files and silvery disks. "This is the threat analysis the 'Council of Evil' requested on Possible."

Shego powered down and looked up at the stranger. His presence was mesmerizing, and Shego suddenly realized her mouth was agape and closed it with a snap. She shook her head slightly and took the files. "Um, thanks?"

The stranger nodded.

Shego stared at him for nearly a silent minute before realizing that she was the de facto chairperson of the Council of Evil.