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A/N: Hope everyone is having a wonderful Holiday Season and will have a fantastic 2006!

ACT FIVE, scene three

"Two explosions have rocked Middleton this afternoon, both apparently targeting teen heroine Kim Possible! No one has yet claimed responsibility but stay tuned to WALT 1927 for the latest on the Crisis in Middleton."

Starfire listened to the radio broadcast with wide eyes. Her eyes glowed brightly as she pushed her flight powers to their limit. The landscape rushed below her in an indistinguishable blur. The air around her pushed against her terribly, then freely gave way. The sonic boom cracked over the countryside. Starfire knew one thing only: she had to get to Middleton… to Robin.

Her thin, yet extremely powerful, fingers curled tightly around her T-Communicator. Raven's beacon shown brightly, yet Robin's disappeared.

"You promised, Raven," Starfire said with equal parts sadness and anger, "you promised to keep him safe."

…..

"You already know what this is," Slade said as he calmly brandished a Chinese-style broadsword.

Ron, still bound, stumbled on his words. He instantly recognized the Lotus Blade, the precious artifact that only two people, and one mole rat, in the entire world could use. The beautiful ninja, Youri, flashed in his mind, as well as the kindly Sensei. The blond boy's face screwed with concentration before settling deciding to play the best card in is deck: Seeming stupidity.

"Yeah, um, that's a nice pig-sticker you got there, dude," Ron said but his voice began to crack with fear, "wh-where did you find it?"

"Just a little trinket I picked up on my travels," Slade said with a dark twist. "A souvenir, so to speak."

"What to you want with me, Slade." Ron said angrily, dropping any pretense of buffoonery.

Slade narrowed his single eye, locking it against Ron's gaze. He stood to his full height and cast his shadow over the boy. "I simply want you to live up to your full potential, boy."

Ron heard the door slide open, and Jinx walked back into view. She smiled coyly at Ron and gave him a sly wink before whispering something to Slade. The villain nodded to his young companion and then turned back to Ron.

"We'll talk later."

Ron locked his eyes on Jinx angrily as he heard the door open then close.

"Why?" Ron asked.

"Why, what?" Jinx responded.

"Why do you work for him? What's in it for you?"

Jinx narrowed her lilac eyes. She slinked her way over to the boy and leaned in so close Ron could almost feel her body against his. "Oh Ron," she purred seductively, "I'm just bad luck."

Then Jinx pressed her lips to his. Ron groaned in protest and tried to turn away, but his objections quickly melted as he slowly closed his brown eyes. Ron felt as if Jinx's lips were on his for hours, and, as she pulled slowly away, Ron reached out, trying to keep the contact.

"I'd listen to Slade, Ron," Jinx said.

Ron's synapses were popping like fireworks, but he managed to mutter, "Listen…"

…..

"Seriously?" Motor Ed gasped. "The U.S. Mint?"

"Apparently I have to continually repeat myself so that the back of the class can hear me," Shego complained. She paced around the open deck of the motor pool. Before her stood the Council of Evil, each member eyeing the others suspiciously. Behind her stood a company of red-clad Syntho-Drone soldiers. "Yes, the mint! The troops here," she waved her hand for emphasis, "will keep the cops busy while we," she pointed to the Council, "break in and steal the goods."

"And what are the goods again, exactly?" Junior asked lazily.

Shego bent her head and ran her hands through her black hair. She took a deep breath and stood, flinging her long hair over her shoulders and down her back. "We are after the engraving plates for the twenty dollar bill. While 2nd and 3rd Platoons lay down covering fire, 1st Platoon will secure the paper and ink, and we will get the plates. Simple, right?"

"Yes," Dementor said, "very simple. But I do not support your plan. It is doomed to failure."

"Oh, really?" Shego challenged.

Dementor stood his ground, and then shouted in his high pitched, accented voice, "Yes, really! Initiate Order: Code Judas Sixty-Six!"

The company of Syntho-Drones suddenly brandished their weapons and quickly moved to surround the Council of Evil. D.N.Amy gasped, the Seniors cowered, Motor Ed looked in disgust and just muttered, "Seriously." Shego's hands vanished in glowing green plasma.

"Now, Shego," Dementor crowed, "it is I who will be commanding the Council of Evil!"

"Oh, like I didn't see 'Revenge of the Sith,'" Shego growled. "Initiate Code: Reset Chocolate Canary."

The Drones looked around confusedly and glanced at both Dementor and Shego.

"Attack!" Dementor and Shego both ordered simultaneously.

The Drones charged each other and the less combative members of the order fled the motor pool. Shego landed a vicious kick on Dementor's mid section, flinging him to his back. She pounced like a lioness, her hands glowing brightly. At the last minute, Dementor rolled out of the way, barely avoiding Shego's fists.

"I didn't want the job in the first place," Shego admitted as she tumbled through her missed attack and sprung to her feet.

"Then why take it in the first place?" Dementor said as he pulled out a small pistol.

Shego kicked the gun out of his hand and flipped her opponent over her shoulder. "Because you idiots wouldn't stop arguing!"

The battle in the motor pool soon became pitched. Drones loyal to Shego ferociously attacked the ones loyal to Dementor while Motor Ed indiscriminately attacked both sides. A third of the original company lay as green puddles on the floor, the Drone's containment suits punctured. Shego snarled and charged Dementor who dodged, and fired a taser hidden in his broad cuffs. The green woman would have screamed, but every muscle in her body stiffened and suddenly went limp. She fell to the floor in a heap, but slowly began to get to her knees. Dementor drew a thin dagger from his coat and closed in for the kill.

The green villainess shook the cobwebs from her brain and instant before Dementor attacked. She mule kicked his knee. Dementor bellowed in pain and dropped the knife.

She looked up and snarled. In the doorway stood, nonchalantly, her lover Slade.

"What the hell are you waiting for?" She yelled.

Slade took a small microphone from his belt and his voice came through the loudspeakers throughout the headquarters. "Initiate Protocol: Cantaloupe Bottlenose Project von Furth."

Instantly the remaining Snytho-Drones dropped to their knees and let out sickening, guttural bellows. Suddenly they turned inside out, their green, gooey interiors completely engulfing them. Junior screamed girlishly and hid behind his father. Then, horrifically, individual squads of Drones coalesced into single, gigantic, gurgling creatures.

Slade narrowed his eye. He quietly growled three words: "Kill them all."

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