Notes and Disclaimer: This is a sequel to 'Her Mission.' It utilizes my new villain, Blackout, to his full potential. Tho I was a Disney employee many years ago, I do not own Kim Possible or any of the gang. All rights are reserved by Disney Enterprises, Inc. I earn nothing but an occasional grin or chuckle (I hope.) from the readers. Tell me if this is so.

Chapter 3 Visitation Hours

The woman, hidden in a long tight trench coat, large floppy hat and huge dark glasses, entered the private sanitarium outside the city of Prague. She bypassed the reception desk and headed directly to the elevators. The receptionist only glanced up from her magazine. Visitor weren't required to sign in and were generally left to their own just as long as they visited during normal hours. She went back to her reading.

The woman took the elevator up to the top floor where the private rooms, the rooms that garnered top dollar, (Er... I mean Euro) were located. The patients also brought along their own doctors. She stepped out of the elevator and, tossing her hat, trench coat and shades onto a hallway chair, fluffed her long black hair. "That's better," Shego said. "Outside, a half dozen world law enforcement agencies are looking for me. In here, I'm as safe as a babe in her mother's arms."

She spied the person she came to meet. "Yo, Doc. What up?" She sauntered over to the physician in the white smock. "What's the sitch?" Shego stopped dead in her tracks. "My God!" she muttered. "I've been battling the Princess so long, I'm starting to talk like her." She shook her head violently, then corrected herself. "What's the situation?"

The doctor looked up from his charts. "This is an amazing case," he replied. "The patient has already accepted all the skin grafts, and his... ah, normal color... is showing up through the grafts. Also, he's adapted quite quickly to the Cyber-Robotic leg. Additionally, his I.Q seems to have jumped about 90 points. The only down side is... he'll never be able to use his left eye. He's taken to wearing a eye patch."

Shego chuckled a little. "Yeah, that sounds like him."

"Are you going in to visit? If so, you could give him a message? I've checked around and haven't found any doctors sophisticated enough to recommend. He'll know what I'm talking about." The doctor's cell phone rang and he answered it quickly. "Yes? I'll be there in ten minutes! I'm leaving now." He hung up and turned back to Shego, "Sorry, I have to run." Not waiting for an answer, he did just that. He sprinted down the hall to the stairs.

Shego watched in amusement. "I guess he has a patient who pays better." She shrugged and went to room 1066. She cracked open the door to look inside. All was dark. "Hey, you awake?" she whispered.

After a moment there was a very weak answer. "Yes, but don't turn on the light."

Shego entered the room and let the door shut behind her. She stood for a moment to allow her eyes to adjust. "Don't say a word." she warned the person in the bed. She pulled out a small square object and started to walk around the room. "All clear. There aren't any bugs." She stepped towards the bed and heard a crunching sound. "At least no listening devices. I think I just stepped on a cockroach. Can we have a little light in here?"

"No, I don't what you to see me like this." This time the voice was a little stronger. "Why are you worried about bugs?"

"Interpol has hired the old Czech Secret Police to find known criminals. The new government has some provisions in it's constitution to get money from the U.N. But why not turn on the light? I've seen you when you've been beaten up," Shego said, trying to keep the conversation light. "Come on. How bad can it be?"

"This bad!" The voice growled as the bedside light came on. In the bed was Dr. Drakken, or at least most of him. Shego's jaw dropped. His face looked like fifty miles of bad road. The right side blue as usual but with multiple scars, the left was mostly white with splotches of blue coming through. A visible line, where the real skin and the grafted skin met, meandered down the middle of his face A light blue eye patch cover his left eye. Stitches and scars covered both arms. Shego looked down at the bed covers and noticed that there was only a left leg. The right ended mid way between the knee and hip. She looked up and saw the prosthetic leg leaning against the bedside table.

She regained her composure. "You're right. This is the worst I've seen you. The doctor gave me a message for you. He said he hasn't found a quote, doctor sophisticated enough, unquote, for you. What does that mean?" Drakken frowned. "It means I'm stuck in this body for now. I was trying to find a doctor who could transfer my mind into a syntho-clone."

A smile played across her lips. "But I've been told it's not all bad news. The doc says you're a lot smarter."

"Yes," Drakken said. A crooked smile spread across his face. "Lying here has given me time to think. Evil plots were coming at me left and right. New ones! Fresh Ones! Brilliant Ones!" His arms raised and fist clenched. Shego recognized he was going into one of his villainous tirades. A perk of the trade he always enjoyed. "I feel ALIVE!" His demeanor darkened. "But I wanted to know... No, I needed to know... why I was coming up with these ideas so I had them test my I.Q. It has gone up 93 points! I figure the concussion from the explosion scrambled my brain and opened new neural pathways. It expanded my mind!"

"That all well and good, but when are you gonna get out of here?"

Dr. Drakken pouted. "They want to keep me here for two or three months of rehab." An evil smirk grew. "But I have some ideas about that!"