Disclaimer: This story is based upon characters created by Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle for Disney. Since this story is set twenty three years later, all the characters under twenty-five years of age are mine.

"Cann, this is base," responded the dispatcher. "Continue pursuit."

Several minutes later, Cann heard another familiar voice. "This is Jordan one. Come in, Cann."

"Hey, Flamingo. How's it glowing?"

"Good, thanks."

"I didn't know the Jordans were ready yet."

"Paint just dried on this one."

Dr. Load came on the radio, "Flo, who authorized you taking a Jordan?"

"I did," Flo smiled. "I have Cann on radar and closing."

"Radar contact confirmed," said Cann.

"The Director will hear about this!" said Dr. Load.

"Be sure to mention the part about rescuing Anne," said Flo.

"All that nice Jordan firepower won't be much use while Anne is attached to that thing," Cann pointed out.

"Right you are," said Flo. "I have the target on radar. Five miles south of you."

"Confirmed."

"How's your fuel, Cann?"

"Just above half," he sighed. "Returning to Base."

"Don't worry. I can take it from here." Flo switched off her microphone. "That punk minx is through hurting the people I love."

When Ron arrived at the hospital, Kim was already requesting to be discharged. She had several bruises, but no serious trauma.

"Kim!" he said when he reached her bed at the emergency ward.

"I'm fine, Ronny," She said as they hugged.

"When did you receive a medical degree, KP?"

"Fine, Captain Obvious. I'll wait." She sighed, "Is Anne okay?"

Ron pursed his lips. "Flo's still pursuing them."

"Flo?" Kim and Don said together.

"She took over for Cann a little while ago."

"We're just waiting for the CT results," said Dr. Batman as she stepped up.

"Just a few more minutes?" asked Kim.

"Maybe a little more," nodded the gray-haired woman.

"Thanks, Doc," said Ron.

Kim still wasn't pleased.

Anne woke up in Drakken's lair. She was still wearing the suit, but it didn't respond. She was bound by several plastic rings.

"Yes, Bopper," Anne heard Drakken rant. "Imagine. After all this time, Kim Possible's weakness is still a teenage boy!"

"You think her marriage is in trouble?" asked Bopper.

"Of course not. I mean her son. Now that he and my little Flo are dating, she will be considered part of the family!" Drakken laughed. "Soon she will be in position to ruin the entire Possible family and bring down Global Justice to boot!"

Anne lay stunned. She somehow managed to remain quiet. Flo is a mole? That can't be. Can it?

Flo brought the Jordan model aircraft into position hovering directly over Drakken's lair. She set the autopilot to 'park' it there, and then preset it so that the trip back to base was only a button away.

Once that was done, she didn't bother wasting the ejection system, she simply teleported outside. She let herself freefall a moment before her body glowed pink again, slowing her descent. She then landed softly on Drakken's roof. She could enter through the vents as Kim had done many times, but Flo was confident enough in her knowledge of this lair from GJ files that, though she had never been here, she knew where she would appear. Anne was worth the risk anyway.

With a silent, pink glow, Flo appeared in the first floor hallway of Drakken's lair. Next to her was a doorway bearing a sign reading, 'On Vacation.' There were cobwebs on it.

Bopper's on vacation? But Flo had just followed her there. Those cobwebs looked years old.

Wait, Flo had thought this would be Bopper's room, because the floor plan at GJ had this room labeled 'sidekick'. The person most responsible for that information was Kim herself. Kim had told Flo that back in those days, Shego worked with Drakken. So if this room was Shego's and Drakken has left it unused...

Wow.

He must be still holding a torch. Too bad she hates him.

Focus Flo. This isn't about you. You are here to rescue Anne.

Another door further down reminded Flo of her bedroom door at her parents' place. It was decorated with logos and pictures of various punk and new wave bands, bumper stickers and decals with slogans. There was a large sign that particularly caught Flo's eye. It read:

'No Freakos'

'No Disco'

'No Shegos'

'No Rap'

Mmmmmm. Somebody's got some issues.

"I think she's awake, Dear," Bopper said.

"Oooh, good," Drakken cooed. "Get the kid some clothes. Then we can remove the suit."

"It won't do you any good!" said Anne.

"Why's that?" asked Dr. Drakken, his brow lowered.

"Uh," Anne bluffed, "It only works for girls."

Bopper paused at the door, "I can try to accessorize it, I suppose."

"It won't work for you either." Anne thought quickly, "It's ... keyed to a genetic marker. Only Mom and I can use it." Anne was glad to be thinking straight again.

She remembered Mom saying the suit was affecting her. That must have stopped when the villains shut it down.

"I'll just have to study that circuitry," said Drakken. "Genetic locks are quite tricky, you know."

"Oh, man," sighed Anne. Why couldn't she be more creative?

Don would probably not have gotten captured. Even Trent would probably have thought of a better argument. Then again, poetry's his thing. Some debate captain she was.

When Flo saw Bopper leaving the lab, she froze there against the wall, hoping that the shadows would conceal her. Bopper went down the hall in the opposite direction, leaving the lab door open.

Flo quietly moved until she could see inside the lab remaining mostly concealed. Drakken was preparing some sort of scanner. Anne was restrained on a table behind him.

Flo glanced down the hall again in both directions, and then teleported to stand next to Anne.

Anne looked surprised to see her. Flo quickly put her finger to her lips in a 'shush' sign. She then took hold of Anne's hand and teleported them both back to the roof.

It was just then that Drakken was turning around, brandishing some sort of tool, "This won't hurt very much -." Though he saw only a pink glow fading away, he knew what had happened. "Bopper!"

"Thanks," said Anne.

"You can thank me once you're home," chided Flo. She took out a lipstick and carefully set it against one of the rings holding Anne. Then a laser burst from the stick, cutting the ring. The ring fell away, allowing Anne to move her arms. "Here," Flo then handed Anne the lipstick and grabbed one of her shoulders.

They both glowed pink again and floated upwards as Anne cut the rings holding her legs.

They were almost to the plane, when they heard Bopper call from below.

"Hold it right there, Nancy!" She launched something up at them.

Flo told Anne, "Hit the blue button and you'll go straight to Headquarters."

Anne was suddenly in the cockpit alone.

Flo was then engulfed in some sort of goo up to her neck. "Go!" she yelled. "I'll be fine!"

Anne reluctantly pressed the blue button and watched Flo's glowing form shrink away as the plane took her home.

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